Wednesday Y&R Transcript 9/8/04

Y&R Transcript Wednesday 9/8/04 -- Canada, Thursday 9/9/04 -- U.S.A.

By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Phyllis: Oh. Sorry. Have you been waiting lo??

Damon: A few minutes.

Phyllis: Yeah? I didn't know you were out here. Thanks for meeting me.

Damon: I'm always glad to make time for you.

Phyllis: Ooh. I'm grateful you still feel that way.

Damon: Why would you think otherwise?

Phyllis: Oh, I don't know. Um, hmm, my son?

Damon: Daniel doesn't have that sort of power.

Phyllis: Pretty powerful kid.

Damon: With a very spirited and tenacious mother.

Phyllis: You always know how to s t the right things.

Damon: I wish that were true.

Phyllis: I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this whole thing has brought up so many painful memories for you.


Kay: Oh, come on, Katherine, that's insane. I mean, why are you even thinking about it? Arthur--a murderer, a killer? Is he? No...

Jill: Esther, that parking spot is and has been mine for years.

Esther: It's a big, wide-open motor court, Jill, and I-- oh! Mrs. C., I'm glad you're here. Gina and I have the wedding cakes narrowed down to three, but we need your input before we can make the final choice. Mrs. Chancellor?

Jill: Katherine, are you all right?


(Knock on door) (Knock Knock Knock)

Brittany: I'm coming! I'm coming. Bobby?!

Bobby: Good, you're home. I was afraid you might be out.

Brittany: What are you doing here?

Bobby: What, you're not happy to see me? Look, I cleared the whole afternoon so we could spend some time together.

Brittany: Oh, that's really sweet of you, but I think that--

Bobby: What? What's wrong?

Brittany: Well, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, you're reopening the club tonight. You must be completely swamped.

Bobby: No, there's nothing Angelo can't handle.

Brittany: But, Bobby, I--

Bobby: No buts. Enough standing around. Grab whatever you need to hit the road.

Brittany: What are we doing?

Bobby: (Chuckles) Chicagoís got a game at home. I thought we'd go see 'em play.

Brittany: Chicago?

Bobby: That's right, baby-- Chicago.


Neil: Here you go, Victor. All the details are in that report right there.

Victor: Thank you, Neil.

Neil: Yeah.

Victor: You didn't have to bring them by personally. You could have had it messengered.

Neil: Well, I wanted to be here in case you had any questions for me.

Victor: Yeah? Well, this is like you. That's why I picked you to run my company. You always go the extra mile.

Neil: Thank you, Victor.

Victor: By the way, how are things with your daughter?

Neil: Lily? Um... Lily's amazing, you know? She's a very resilient young lady.

Victor: But something isn't right. Am I correct? I mean, something seems to bother you.

Neil: You're good. Yeah. Um, it's my family. It's kind of like I'm damned if I do, damned if I donít.

Victor: Ah. Meaning what?

Neil: I'm sure you're aware that Drucilla and I took in a young boy from a group home on a temporary basis.

Victor: Devon Hamilton?

Neil: Yeah, that's right.

Victor: Seems to be a nice kid.

Neil: He is a nice kid. It's not Devon. It's my wife. She went behind my back. She decided that she wanted to make our arrangement permanent.

Victor: Ah. And you don't agree with that?

Neil: Victor, my wife knows exactly how I feel about this. And, see, now I'm stuck telling the boy that he can't stay... which, at this point, I'm not sure that's the right choice.


Lily: Okay, here it is. Devon, try to focus, okay? Please?

Devon: You know what? That's real easy for you to say, Lily. You've done this, like, a hundred times before.

Lily: Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it.

Devon: All right. So I picked out who I want to write about. I got all these books. Now what do I do?

Lily: Now you pick an angle and decide how you want to address your topic.

Devon: Well, can't I just copy this stuff out of here?

Lily: No! That's plagiarism, and you can't do that. It has to be your work. Not everything in these books is important. You'd just be wasting your time.

Devon: Well, I feel like I'm doing that right now.

Lily: Look, don't get frustrated, okay? You'll be done in no time.

Devon: If you say so.

Lily: Come on! Okay? You'll be great. I mean it! You're gonna ace this.


Michael: Well, you got your name in the paper.

Kevin: Yeah, my picture, too! Look. You see? They're callin' me a hero.

Michael: Yeah, great-- media attention. That's just what this family needs. Wow. That's some story.

Kevin: Yeah, it is.

Michael: This, uh, guy who attacked Lily-- he sounds really dangerous.

Kevin: Probably is. It's a good thing I got to her when I did.

Michael: Yeah. I'm glad for everybody's sake that she's okay. Do you ever think of what might have happened?

Kevin: Why even go there?

Michael: Because if someone had bothered to "go there," this whole situation might not have occurred at all.

Kevin: Why are you tellin' me this? The wacko who did this to her is the guy you should be talkin' to.

Michael: I couldn't agree with you more.

Kevin: You don't know what it's been like, Mikey. All my life, I'm the guy people look down upon. I get blamed for everything, practically, then suddenly it's like-- cha-ching! I feel like I won the lottery. (Laughs)

Michael: When are you gonna learn, Kevin?

Kevin: Learn what? What?

Michael: There's no such thing as a free lunch. Sooner or later, somebody's gonna have to pay.


Brittany: We can't go all the way to Chicago! Your club reopens in, what, six hours? We'll never make it back in time.

Bobby: Relax. It's gonna be fine. Besides, the place doesn't get hoppin' until later.

Brittany: Why don't we go next week instead?

Bobby: No, no, no. The season's almost over. If we're gonna go, we should go now. Besides, my favorite team is in town--the New York Empires.

Brittany: Are you all right?

Bobby: Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

Brittany: You're not acting like yourself.

Bobby: I'm just happy. I'm engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world. It's a great day. Let's just enjoy ourselves.

Brittany: You're nervous about tonight, about the club reopening.

Bobby: I'm not nervous. What are you talkin' about?

Brittany: Are you sure? Because if you're afraid--

Bobby: Look, I'm not afraid of anything. I've been runnin' that place for years. Tonight's gonna be a breeze, just like any other night. So come on, go get ready. We got a game to catch.


Kay: Oh, no, I-I'm fine. I I am fine. Now what are the two of you squabbling about?

Esther: Oh, Jill didn't like where I parked. But I was talking about the wedding cake--

Jill: She wasn't talking. She was babbling, as usual. Katherine, what is the matter? How are you feeling?

Kay: I'm--I'm feeling fine, Jill. I-I was just thinking about...

Jill: About what?

Esther: The wedding, I'll bet.

Kay: Yes. Yes, yes. Exactly that.

Jill: And we walked in here and interrupted your train of thought. I'm sorry.

Kay: Jill, Jill, Jill, that's perfectly all right. Um, Esther, I want to thank you for taking time to consult with Gina about the cake. And, yes, I will help you make a decision.

Esther: It is your wedding.

Kay: Yes, it is.

Jill: Katherine, are you having second thoughts about the wedding?

Kay: No, no! Of course not. Of course not. Just... (sighs) all right, Jill... how are you?

Jill: Oh, please don't ask about me.

Kay: Well, I am asking.

Jill: They cut my men's line, Katherine. You are now looking at Jabot's new vice president in charge of the Ashley line-- the bargain basement-- I'm sorry. The value-oriented line of cosmetics. Oh, and special projects, of which there are none today and aren't about to be any in the foreseeable future.

Kay: What happened?

Jill: O t the usual. Me and Rodney Dangerfield-- no respect.


Damon: You know, people are always looking for meaning in anything and everything. Myself included.

Phyllis: Yeah, me too. Me too. That's what makes us human.

Damon: I suppose. Do you believe in a universal plan?

Phyllis: Uh... I-I don't know.

Damon: Maybe... Danielís appearance in my life is divine providence.

Phyllis: You think so?

Damon: I don't know. Eight years ago, my son was killed--

Phyllis: I know. Listen, Damon, I know, I know. I can't imagine what it was like to go through that.

Damon: I was consumed with trying to find the man who did it. I-I bought a gun. I wanted to kill him.

Phyllis: But you didnít.

Damon: But only because the police found him first. You know, I believe the hardest thing that I've ever done was to sit in that courtroom, lookin' at my child's murderer day after day, never sayin' a word.

Phyllis: Right, but-- but you did it. You got through that.

Damon: Hmm.

Phyllis: You did that.

Damon: Barely. I-I take comfort in the knowledge that the man who killed Elias is behind bars, that no one else will ever have to suffer the way I have because of him. Still... were I to see him on the street, say, tomorrow...


Victor: Well, Neil, that sounds like a rather sticky situation.

Neil: Tell me about it. I mean, Victor, I love my wife to pieces, but when she gets passionate about something, look out!

Victor: Well, do you want Devon to stay with you?

Neil: He canít. Dru and I aren't in a place where we can be responsible for him and still pay attention to the needs of Lily. And what's more, I'm worried about how... close those two are becoming. You know, Iíve got two teenagers living under my roof with raging hormones.

Victor: Oh, boy. And you think there might be some romantic interest?

Neil: I don't know. I can't say for certain. What I do know is that I hate doing things this way because Devon-- he isn't doing anything wrong, he's following all our rules. He's turning his life around.

Victor: Well, I must say, the change in him has been rather dramatic lately.

Neil: Exactly. So what does it say to him if, after doing everything we ask, I tell him he's gotta go?

Victor: Hmm.


Lily: Anyway, so that's what a thesis statement is.

Devon: Man, it sure is nice outside.

Lily: Devon.

Devon: What? I just said it was nice, that's all.

Lily: But you have to work on your project.

Devon: Yeah, I know that, but you donít.

Lily: What is that supposed to mean?

Devon: Don't you got anything better to do-- something fun or...

Lily: I'm having fun.

Devon: Yeah, right.

Lily: I am. I'm with you.

Devon: Yeah, well, I'm with you, too, but that don't mean I'm havin' fun yet.

Lily: Oh, okay. I see how it is. Well, you want to know what'll make this a lot better? Ice cream.

Devon: Now I've heard everything.

Lily: Well, if that's your attitude, Mr. Smarty pants, I won't bring you any.


Kevin: (Sighs) you've gotta stop being such a worrywart, Mike. Everything's goin' well. Everything's goin' really well. Lauren's even starting to come around.

Michael: What do you mean, she's coming around?

Kevin: Just what I said. I'm like a whole new guy to her, you know? You know, for the first time in my life, I feel like I have a chance to make a life for myself here in this town.

Michael: Has she given you any indication at all of this change of heart? I mean, something you can actually point at?

Kevin: Well, no, no, but she will. She will.

Michael: You sound very sure.

Kevin: Well, why wouldn't I be? You know, new image, new me. What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Michael: Hmm. How do you expect me to look at you? Doesn't any of this seem the slightest bit odd to you?

Kevin: Odd? What's odd about it?

Michael: Don't play stupid. Come on. I know you too well. What, do you think everyone's blind? Do you think Laurenís blind?

Kevin: What are you-- I don't know what you're talking about.

Michael: Right. Try this. Funny how nothing has seemed more important to you lately than being accepted by the Winters family-- that and, uh, looking like a new man to Lauren Fenmore.

Kevin: Yeah, so?

Michael: Well, isn't it lucky that you suddenly found yourself in this situation that allowed you to pull that off? I mean, and look how soon it happened. I mean, talk about timing.

Kevin: I know what you're getting at, and I wish you would drop it.

Michael: Oh, really? I bet you do. But how do you expect me to do that when it seems so clearly obvious that you cooked up this whole scheme just to look like a big man? Save Lily? Save Lily! It was you and that Romalotti kid who thought this up. Hmm? Am I right?

Kevin: Why can't you just be proud of me? Hmm? Remember a couple months ago? Uh, I remember my big brother-- my big brother Mikey was saying to me all this stuff, all these speeches about believing in me.

Michael: Yeah, I remember.

Kevin: Yeah? So what was that? Was that all just a bunch of talk?

Michael: No. I meant every word. I will stand by you and I do believe you can make a better life for yourself. And, uh, you know that. But, Kevin, I just don't think that coming up with these crazy stunts is the way to go about it.


Brittany: I still don't understand what we're doing here.

Bobby: I told ya, I gotta eat somethin'. Let me help you with this.

Brittany: Yeah, but we're already so late for the game. Why don't we get something in the car?

Bobby: Don't worry about it. We're gonna be fine.

Gina: There you two are. Bobby, you have perfect timing.

Bobby: Is everything all set?

Gina: The room's all yours. So, uh, have fun.

Bobby: All right. Thanks, Gina.

Brittany: What is going on?

Bobby: Just go upstairs. See for yourself.


Esther: Sounds like a demotion, Jill.

Jill: Thank you, Esther. There's the word! It was right on the tip of my tongue.

Kay: So, uh, Jabot is taking another notch in its belt, hmm?

Jill: Another notch in me. Anyway, that's my sad story. Katherine, tell me something. Are you sure that nothing's wrong? 'Cause when we walked in here, you were so preoccupied.

Kay: Jill, Jill... darling, I love you for asking. I do, but if we shared every little thing that popped in and out of our minds, we wouldn't have time to eat or sleep. Now I am fine. Fine.

Jill: Well, maybe you're just tired.

Kay: No.

Jill: You were certainly full of energy earlier. Are you sure nothing happened?

Kay: Stop, stop!

Jill: It's nothing to do with, you know-- I mean, you are managing to hang on, right?

Kay: No, Jill, I haven't had a drink. I haven't even thought about having a drink, but however, you keep this up, dear, I might.

Jill: Don't joke about that!

Kay: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wonít.

Jill: Okay then. If you're sure. You know, I don't have to leave.

Kay: Don't be silly. Don't be silly! Where are you off to?

Jill: I just had a lovely lunch with Elliot Hampton.

Kay: Good.

Jill: Yeah, and now I'm off to meet Jack Abbott.

Esther: You're going out with Jack?

Jill: Now and then, Esther. We're going to the harvest dance together, Mother.

Kay: Well, it sounds as though you're making good use of your free time.

Jill: I'm gonna have a lot more of it now, aren't I? Please, please, take it easy today. And, Esther, don't be bothering her with a lot of wedding minutiae. Okay, I'll go change.

Esther: All right, Mrs. C., Now I wanna know what's really going on.


Brittany: What is all this?

Bobby: I couldn't get you to a Chicago game, so I brought the game to you.

Brittany: But you said we were gonna go--

Bobby: What, go to Chicago? No, you said that. Before I forget, I got you a little somethin'.

Brittany: For me?

Bobby: That's right. Open it up. Huh? It's a hat.

Brittany: I know it's a hat.

Bobby: Well, then what's with the face?

Brittany: Um, Bobby, this was really sweet of you to do all this, but I don't--

Bobby: You don't like baseball?

Brittany: Well, the only reason I thought it might be fun to go to Chicago is because I thought maybe we would go shopping afterward.

Bobby: (Laughs) no.

Brittany: What's so funny? Are you laughing at me?

Bobby: No, I'm not. Look, I know you're not a baseball fan, but seeing that we're gonna get hitched, we gotta change all that because I can't be married to a woman who doesn't at least understand the finer points of the game. You don't have to love it, but you just gotta appreciate it.

Brittany: Well, if I did like baseball, I would be rooting for Chicago, not New York.

Bobby: All right, fine. Root for Chicago. But I'm gonna root for the Empires. Here, sit down. Let me show you what I got. I got us ballpark hot dogs right here.

Brittany: Mm-hmm.

Bobby: I've got us peanuts, sodas. If you want, I can get you a beer. Whatever you want.


Phyllis: Would you like the last bite?

Damon: You go ahead.

Phyllis: (Laughs) do you wanna split it?

Damon: I wish I could have held my temper with Daniel earlier.

Phyllis: You know, the way he was mouthin' off, I-I'm... I don't blame you.

Damon: Still... what happened after I left?

Phyllis: We got into it and I grounded him.

Damon: Really?

Phyllis: Yes. I grounded him. I told him, "If you're not gonna live by my rules, you're not gonna live with me at all."

Damon: The tougher you are on him, the harder he's gonna push back. Don't you give in.

Phyllis: This isn't easy.

Damon: I don't think it's supposed to be easy, Phyllis. In my limited experience, I'm pretty sure that being a good parent isn't about trying to be his friend, all right? You're setting limits that are gonna guide him into healthy adulthood, am I right?

Phyllis: Nobody taught me any of this. I don't know if I'm capable.

Damon: Of course you are. Of course you are, Phyllis. Now put-- just put these doubts aside, face this thing head-on. This boy's life might depend on it.

Phyllis: Mm-hmm. Right, right, right. (Beeping)

Damon: I don't wanna go. I don't wanna cut this short, but I gotta get to Jabot.

Phyllis: Of course. It's all right.

Damon: Yeah?

Phyllis: Yeah.

Damon: You got singles?

Phyllis: Um, no, I just carry 50s.

Damon: (Laughs) I'll get change. (Damon's cell phone rings)

Phyllis: Damon? (Ring) (Ring)

Phyllis: Hello?

Man: I think I've got the wrong number.

Phyllis: Oh, no. Are you looking for Damon?

Man: Yeah. Who's this?

Phyllis: Phyllis. I'm a friend.

Man: Is Damon there?

Phyllis: Uh, yeah. He'll be back in a sec.

Man: I'm in a rush. Tell him Ben called. It's about Elias and the guy in prison.

Phyllis: What's going on?

Ben: He really ought to hear this from me. Um, forget I called. Don't say anything.

Phyllis: Okay.

Ben: I'll call back as soon as I get a chance.


Kevin: "Crazy stunts"? How can you say that? How can you say that? Neil Winters himself thanked me for what I did.

Michael: He thanked you for what he believed you did. It's not necessarily the same thing. Look, Kevin, sooner or later, the truth's gonna come out. It always does.

Kevin: Look, Michael, all I know is that for the first time in my life, it feels good to be me. Everywhere I go people are being nice to me, and you don't like it. Why is that, Michael? Why? Why is that? Don't you want me to be happy?

Michael: No, I do! Which is why I'm fighting so hard to keep you from getting deeper into this mess. I just hope it's not too late.

Kevin: Wha-- what are you trying to do? Are you trying to scare me? Yeah, well, guess what. It's not gonna work, because I have nothing to hide.

Michael: (Chuckles) I wish I could believe that, Kevin. I really do.


Kay: Esther, I appreciate your concern.

Esther: Look, with everything you're going through-- maintaining your sobriety, plus with the wedding coming up-- if something's bothering you, then we need to deal with it, not just sweep it under the carpet.

Kay: Oh, it's, uh... nothing that deserves talking about. It is so ridiculous.

Esther: Well, it's obviously bothering you.

Kay: I had a visitor today.

Esther: Someone we know?

Kay: He told me he was Arthurís son-- stepson--Arthur adopted him. So his son. Harrison Bartlett.

Esther: Bartlett?

Kay: His mother's name-- Arthurís first wife.

Esther: Oh, you mean the son that Arthurís been estranged from?

Kay: Yes, and I can certainly see why.

Esther: What happened?

Kay: He made these outlandish accusations that Arthur was responsible for his mother's death, that... Arthur killed Harrisonís mother for her money.

Esther: (Gasps)


Bobby: No, no, no, no! He was safe! Come on! He was safe for, like, a mile. Did you see that, Britt? He was so safe. Britt?

Brittany: Huh?

Bobby: Where'd you go?

Brittany: Could you please turn the TV off?

Bobby: You want to shut the game off now? All right. What's up?

Brittany: I want to talk to you about how you feel... about the club.

Bobby: Come on, honey, do we have to get into this right now? I'm watchin' the game. I'm trying to do something special for us.

Brittany: I know, honey, but what I really want is for you to talk to me.

Bobby: Hon, there's really nothing to tell you.

Brittany: I'm going to be your wife. We need to be able to communicate.

Bobby: Well, look, I don't know what you want me to say. I'm doin' what I gotta do. Now I wish I didn't have to. I just wish I could turn the place into a cabaret, and you could sing your heart out every night, but I just don't have the coin right now.

Brittany: I know.

Bobby: And I got bills comin' in every day that are piling up.

Brittany: Bobby, I understand. I know things are really tight right now.

Bobby: Baby, it's not always gonna be like that. Soon as I get some money saved up, then I'm gonna get rid of the dancers. Then it'll be all about you. You'll have the classiest cabaret in town.

Brittany: That sounds great. And I know that's gonna happen, because you're so smart and creative and determined.

Bobby: Oh, you're layin' it on a little bit too thick right now.

Brittany: No, I'm not. I really have a lot of faith in you, Bobby. And I know that everything's gonna work out just fine.

Brittany: What's wrong?

Bobby: (Sighs) nothin'.

Brittany: I know that look. There's something you're not telling me.

Bobby: Well, can't a guy have a few secrets?

Brittany: Is it about the dancers? You mentioned you were having a hard time luring back the old gang.

Bobby: No, not a problem. Everything's okay.

Brittany: Really? You got them to come back? Even Brenda and Maureen?

Bobby: What can I tell you? We're good to go. (Cell phone rings)

Bobby: Hold on. Oh, it's Ange. Hello? Ange, I'm kinda in the middle of somethin' right now. Can--can you take care of it? (Sighs) all right, fine. I'll be right down there. All right.

Brittany: You gotta get back to the club?

Bobby: Yeah, I'm sorry. There's a mix-up with one of the vendors down there, and I gotta go down and straighten it out. It's not gonna take that long. Do you want to come down with me?

Brittany: No, thanks. I think I'll stay here and watch the game.

Bobby: You're gonna watch the game? I knew there was a little fan in there somewhere. All right, I'm gonna come back as quick as can, okay?

Brittany: Okay.

Bobby: I'll be right back.


Damon: I'll walk you out.

Phyllis: Um, I'm gonna hang out for a sec.


Brittany: (Laughs) awesome. Nice hit. Oh, my God! That is so wrong. (Telephone rings) (Ring)

Angelo: (Sighs) Marilynís. Angelo speaking.

Brittany: Oh, hey, Angelo. It's Brittany. Is Bobby there yet?

Angelo: No, he's not.

Brittany: Um, could I leave a message for him?

Angelo: Yeah, go ahead.

Brittany: Just, uh... tell him I love him, okay?

Angelo: Anything else?

Brittany: That's it. Oh! And say hi to Brenda and Maureen for me.

Angelo: Oh, wait, no. They're not here.

Brittany: Oh, just tell them when they get in tonight.

Angelo: Oh, no, they're not comin' in tonight. They're both workin' other clubs now, which is a real shame, because now we're stuck with all these new girls. All right, look, I gotta go, honey. I'll--I'll see you later.


Neil: I just don't feel good, you know. I don't feel good inside about sending that boy back into the system. Um, I don't want him to lose the progress that he's made.

Victor: Uh-huh. What about this group home they'll be sending him to?

Neil: Well... very strict environment, very unforgiving. Um, it's not what Devon needs.

Victor: What does Drucilla think?

Neil: Drucilla? Well, her heart bleeds red for this kid. I mean, to her Devonís a chance to give somethin' back.

Victor: And what do you feel about him?

Neil: If he stays, I shortchange my flesh and blood Lily. If he goes, I destroy the kid's chances of living with a family.

Victor: Listen, why don't I talk to Lorena Davis and ask her to put the boy into a group home that's less harsh?

Neil: No, no, no, no. Thank you. I appreciate that. Um, this is my mess. I-I gotta deal with it.

Victor: Well, I just want you to know that... I understand your dilemma. I think Devon Hamilton is a very nice kid.

Neil: I do, too, Victor. Thanks. Um... I appreciate you listening. I'll let you know if I need you to put in a good word.

Victor: Thanks, Neil. And thanks for coming by and bringing this to me, all right?

Neil: Thank you, sir.

Victor: Talk to you soon.

Neil: Have a good day. All right. Thank you.


Devon: So where's my ice cream at?

Lily: Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to get you some?

Devon: Hey, you said you wanted me to have fun, right?

Lily: Yeah, well, think again. Fine. I'll let you have some if you actually get something done.

Devon: Gee, you're all heart.

Lily: I know. (Laughs)

Lily: You know what? Um, you're right, it is gorgeous outside. I'm gonna take off for awhile. Okay?

Devon: Yeah, sure. Go for it.


Esther: Mrs. C.

Kay: I know. It's utterly ridiculous.

Esther: Judge Hendricks, a murderer? It's more than ridiculous.

Jill: All right, everybody. I am out the door. I'm running a little bit late.

Kay: Ah, well, you just have a lovely time, my dear.

Jill: Thank you, Mother. All right, you two be good (door closes)

Esther: Judge Hendricks is the most gentle man I've ever met, Mrs. C. I mean, there's just no way. I mean, murder? There's just no way. Is there?

Kay: No, no, no, of course not. But I must say, uh...

Kay: The way that man talked and the things he said-- it was hard to hear them and not wonder.

Esther: Do you realize what you're saying? What exactly did this man tell you?

Kay: In effect-- in effect, Esther, he said that Arthur was a charming man, and he was interested in my money and nothing more. And he would be in a big hurry to get married, because that would set his--

Arthur: Drive carefully, Jill. (Door closes)

Arthur: Oh, that Jill. What a joy she is to her old dad. So how are the preparations going, Esther? Am I going to marry this beautiful lady soon? And if not, what are we waiting for?


Phyllis: Thanks.

Phyllis: Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Alex: Oh, hey. Danielís mom. Hi.

Phyllis: No, no, let's get something straight-- we're not friends. Look at me. We're not friends. You're not gonna step foot in my house again. You're gonna keep away from my son.

Alex: Hmm. Who the hell you think you are? If I wanna show up at your house so I can talk to your son, you can't stop me.

Phyllis: You don't frighten me, you little squirt.

Alex: (Chuckles)

Phyllis: You don't frighten me. People have gotten in my way before, and they lived to regret it.

Alex: Ooh--shiver.

Phyllis: (Whispers) yeah--ooh. You have no idea what I'm capable of. And I'll do anything to protect my son. And your friends, forget about it. They can't save you from me.


Michael: Yeah, they may be toasting you now, but when they realize what really happened, are you prepared for that little scenario, my friend?

Kevin: You don't know what you're talking about. You know what? I'm not-- I'm not gonna stand here and argue with you about this. I'm gonna go see Mom, because at least she'd be proud of me.

Michael: Oh, yeah, that's another great choice. Go on. Go on. Straight to the Abbott mansion. Let Gloria know what a big man you are. Maybe John Abbott will be so thrilled that his new girlfriend's son is a hero, he'll forget that you tried to toast his granddaughter. Maybe he'll throw a little party in your honor. (Knock on door)

Hank: Uh, sorry to interrupt, counselor

Michael: Well, Detective Weber. Is there anything I can do for you?

Hank: No, not really. It's your brother I'm lookin' for.

Michael: Why?

Hank: Oh, we need to talk.

Kevin: About what?

Hank: About what really happened to Lily Winters the other day at the Rec Center.


Next on "The Young and the Restless"...

Nikki: I'm going out.

Sharon: And which downtown corner might you be working on?

Lily: Tell me there was a mix-up at child services and Devon doesn't have to leave.

Devon: No one's ever told me that they were proud of me before, you know?

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