Monday Y&R Transcript 12/13/04

Y&R Transcript Monday 12/13/04--Canada; Tuesday 12/14/04--USA



By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Victor: Son, I don't want to intimate that I'm questioning your leadership.

Nick: All right, well, then why are you bringing up Neil? He quit. It was his decision.

Victor: Well, has it occurred to you that perhaps he did that because he wanted to make a statement?

Nick: Yeah, and I heard him loud and clear. He just can't accept the fact Newman Enterprises has a new boss and that I'm gonna run it the way I think it should be run.

Victor: But remember, we're talking about Neil Winters. You know what he has done for this company. Anyone would be happy to have him.

Nick: Well, I can't have a subordinate who insists on making policy.

Victor: But he deserves to be treated with respect.

Nick: Look, is this about this damn beauty pageant? Because I promise you, there was nothing disrespectful at all about the way I terminated it.

Victor: I have to remind you that Neil was promised that none of his projects would be cut, especially those projects that he had worked on for awhile.

Nick: Well, Dad, with all due respect, you're the one who said that, not me.


(Classical music being played on the piano)

Bobby: Brava!

Nikki: Bobby.

Bobby: I didn't know you played the piano. That was excellent.

Nikki: Well, thank you. I didn't know you liked classical music.

Bobby: Oh, not so much classical music. I do like opera though.

Nikki: You do?

Bobby: Yeah. Well, my Aunt Betty, my mom, she had a prized collection of opera and she used to play it for me, and then she'd read me the librettos, which I could relate to, with all the death and the tragedy.

Nikki: Oh. Well, she sounds like a-- a wonderful person.

Bobby: Yeah. She's the best. I'll tell you, when I started making real dough, I took her to the Metropolitan Opera House. Pavarotti was playing. It was the best night of her life. She cried the whole show.

Nikki: That's so sweet of you to do that.

Bobby: Well, listen, um, I've got all my stuff packed. I'm just gonna be heading out.

Nikki: Where is Brittany?

Bobby: Oh, she went into town. I'm gonna meet up with her later.

Nikki: Well, where are you gonna stay tonight?

Bobby: We're gonna probably stay at the motel I picked out.

Nikki: You know, I'm fine with you staying here.

Bobby: Yeah, but your husband's back and he's not, so...

Nikki: I wish you'd reconsider.


Neil: Hey, sweetheart.

Dru: Hey.

Neil: Hi, honey.

Dru: Hi. What's all this?

Neil: Well, now that I'm not working, I have a lot of free time on my hands so I thought I'd put it to good use.

Dru: Well, good, 'cause i didn't feel like cooking, I'll tell you that.

Neil: Hey. Come here, baby. What happened?

Dru: Nothing. I had a big blowout with Liv.

Neil: Really? What about?

Dru: Ah, girl stuff.

Neil: Yeah, she's upset Malcolmís leaving.

Dru: I told her it was his decision. We just have to accept it.

Neil: Yeah. I can't believe he's taking off so soon.

Dru: Something smells good over here. What is it?

Neil: What do you think it is? The only dish that Neil Winters knows how to make-- spaghetti and meatballs.

Dru: Spaghetti and meatballs. (Laughs) well, I'm famished, so let's go.

Neil: All right. Why don't you take a seat? I'll go call the kids, all right? Ki--

Dru: Oh, wait. Wait, wait, wait. I got a call from the school today, and Devon skipped class.


Phyllis: Thank you.

Jack: This seat taken?

Phyllis: Jack. No. Sit down, please. Although I have to warn you, I'm not the greatest company.

Jack: Yeah, I heard you were in some pretty hot water.

Phyllis: Oh, great. News travels fast.

Jack: How bad is it?

Phyllis: I'm out on bail.

Jack: Wait, you were arrested? For what?

Phyllis: Let me see, um, obstruction of justice, conspiracy to commit murder.

Jack: Obstruction of justice? What happened?

Phyllis: Oh, that's a story for another day.

Jack: Okay, you should know, if I hadn't run into you, I was going to hunt you down.

Phyllis: Why?

Jack: Your son called me.

Phyllis: Daniel called you? Oh. How come?

Jack: Because he's worried about you, sweetheart. So am I.


Michael: Am I missing something?

Chris: What do you mean?

Michael: Well, I walk in, I find my law partner talking with a private detective whose services we share. I thought maybe you called a meeting without me.

Paul: Oh, come on, counselor. You're paranoid. Who says we were even discussing business?

Michael: The looks on your faces.

Chris: And what looks are those?

Michael: Oh, the looks that tell me you're trying to hide something.

Chris: Have you forgotten about lawyer/client confidentiality?

Michael: Mm-hmm. So this is business. Christine, we're in the same boat on this case. Wasn't that our agreement?

Chris: Well, then keep on rowing, Michael, and we'll be fine. All right, you boys play nice. I'm gonna go see about Damonís bail hearing. Talk to you.

Michael: What the hell was that about?


Neil: Hold on a minute, Devon cut class?

Dru: Yeah. The vice principal called me and told me that he cut History.

Neil: Honey, that doesn't sound like him.

Dru: That's what I said.

Neil: We have to let him know that this is unacceptable.

Dru: Yeah, I agree with that. But what are we gonna do?

Neil: Good question. I mean, if we're hard on him, it might backfire. He might start rebelling.

Dru: Baby, he's made so much progress.

Neil: I know he has. And if we're easy on him, he might think we don't care.

Dru: Do you think he's crying out for attention?

Neil: I doubt it. Devon gets a lot of attention from the two of us.

Dru: Yeah.

Neil: Is he having problems in school, have his grades dropped?

Dru: No, the vice principal told me he's doing very well.

Neil: So then what could the problem be?

Dru: I do not know.

Lily: I am so hungry. Dad, what time is dinner? Oh, hey, Mom.

Dru: Hi, honey.

Lily: Devon and I are starving, so when is dinner?

Neil: Yeah, right now. Go wash your hands.

Lily: We already did. Ooh, is that garlic bread? I smell spaghetti. I'm so hungry.

Devon: Ooh, that looks good.

Lily: I know. Oh, gosh.


Nick: Dad, I don't think doing this beauty pageant is a good idea. I mean, I looked at it, and it comes down to what's the upside? What exactly does this do for Newman Enterprises? We're spending a lot of money, and I don't see a return. I personally don't think it's worth the risk.

Victor: And you're telling me that Neil didn't have the numbers to address these issues?

Nick: Look, I weighed this decision carefully. I looked at the downside as well as the benefits before I ever said a word to Neil.

Victor: Son, I'm not gonna argue with you whether or not this beauty pageant was a good idea. I personally wouldn't have come up with it, to be honest with you. But it was Neilís idea.

Nick: Look, I'm gonna say this again. I'm either running this company or I'm not. So are you telling me to reinstate this pageant?

Victor: I'm not ordering you to do a damn thing. I told you that I wouldn't interfere, and I mean that. But to lose a man of Neilís caliber after what he has contributed to our company?

Nick: Even if he was insubordinate?

Victor: See, that's what I have difficulty believing. I just can't fathom the idea that he was being insubordinate with you.

Nick: Okay, I need to know, are you telling me that I need to bring him back on board? And if so, then I also need to know what happens if I don't follow through.

Victor: Son, you're turning this into a battle between you and me. That's not the issue here. That's not what this is about.

Nick: Then what is it about? I mean, did you think that now that you're back in town, I was gonna consult with you on a regular basis? Is that what's goin' on here?


Michael: All right, Williams, let's hear it.

Paul: Hear what?

Michael: The story, the news, the scoop, the buzz-- whatever it was you and Christine were discussing. And don't tell me it was nothing.

Paul: Michael, it was nothing.

Michael: Am I right in assuming that it concerns the case Chris and I are working on?

Paul: You know, I was under the impression you were working on these things separately. You were Phyllis' lawyer and Chris was Damonís lawyer.

Michael: And as I reminded Chris just a brief moment ago, you are supposed to make yourself available to work for both of us, not just Chris.

Paul: Fine. What would you like me to do? You think I'm playing favorites?

Michael: Aren't you?

Paul: I wouldn't dream of it.

Michael: Well... if that's all I'm getting out of you... I think I need a drink. How about you?

Paul: Yeah, why not?

Michael: Well, I hope you like it neat.

Paul: So how are things with Lauren?

Michael: Who are you, her big brother?

Paul: Michael, I am her ex-husband, her ex-lover. You know, I thought adults were able to talk about these kinds of things.

Michael: Yes, and part of being adults is you don't talk it to death. Besides, I know why you're bringing it up.

Paul: And why is that?

Michael: Because you want to thump your chest and tell me that if I hurt her, I'll have you to answer to. But then, uh, who's gonna be on my side, Sherlock? Who's gonna come running if she hurts me?

Paul: Well, I'm afraid that's your problem.

Michael: You do choose sides.

Paul: Well, of course. Who wouldn't?

Michael: Just like you're choosing Chris, sharing your skills with her and then turning around and giving me the silent treatment. Am I right? Or are you about to tell me again that I'm paranoid?


Chris: Damon.

Damon: Christine.

Chris: How are you holding up?

Neil: I can't believe I forgot the parmesan cheese. Dru, you want some?

Dru: No, I'll pass. Thanks.

Neil: You sure? You guys?

Lily: I'll have some.

Devon: I'm good, I'm good.

Lily: Daddy, you make the best spaghetti sauce. No offense, Mom.

Dru: Oh, none taken. It is good, darlin'. Kiss.

Neil: Thanks. So, Devon, um, you need anything-- more bread, sauce, anything?

Devon: No, actually, I'm good. Thank you.

Dru: So, kids, how was school today? Devon?

Devon: School was all right.

Dru: Yeah? How was History class?

Devon: History class?

Dru: Yeah, you're working on the Great Depression right now?

Devon: Yeah, that's right. We are.

Dru: What'd you learn?

Neil: Hey, honey, just drop it. Not now, okay?

Dru: No, no. Mnh-mnh.

Lily: What's going on?

Dru: Ask Devon.

Devon: The school called you today, didn't they?

Dru: Yes, they did. And you should know I'm none too happy.

Lily: What happened?

Devon: I cut History class, all right? But I had a very good reason for doing it.

Dru: And what would be that reason?

Devon: There was a project due today, and I didn't have enough time to finish it up.

Dru: So you just decided to cut the entire class?

Devon: I didn't want to be embarrassed, goin' in there without it. The teacher is very, very strict, and he woulda given me a big old lecture in front of everybody.

Dru: So what?

Devon: What do you mean, so what?

Neil: Devon, you never skip class, rule number one.

Devon: Listen, I just told you, all right, I--

Neil: Hey, now as far as homework goes, everyone drops the ball now and then. It happens. But you don't deal with it by running away. I bet you if you had talked to your teacher, you would've received an extension.

Devon: An extension from Mr. Weaver? No, that wouldn't have happened.

Neil: That's right. Well, then you turn it in late for a lower grade, man. That's all. I mean, it's not the end of the world. You'll do better on your next assignment.

Devon: You know what, guys? I really don't see what the big deal is, okay? It was one time.

Dru: The big deal is the one time turns into a pattern.

Lily: Look, I'm sure it's not gonna happen again. Right, Devon?


Bobby: Listen, Nikki, I really appreciate it, but I think I got it covered. Worst case scenario, you know, we stay at Brittanyís old place.

Nikki: Are you telling me you'd rather live with a bunch of college kids than here?

Bobby: Come on, you got a great house.

Nikki: And we have plenty of room. Look, if you're worried about Victor...

Bobby: Yeah, damn straight I am.

Nikki: Well, let me handle him.

Bobby: Nikki, you and I both know it's not gonna fly.

Nikki: I can take care of it.

Bobby: Listen, I don't know, you know? I got enough stress with the club and trying to get my condo finished. I don't think I can live in a war zone.

Nikki: I assure you, it won't be that way.

Bobby: Nikki, I appreciate everything you're trying to do, but don't go making promises you can't keep.


Victor: Well, obviously you have no desire to consult with me.

Nick: It's not about that. It's just, this company is either mine to run or it's not.

Victor: Okay. Should you ever need me, you know I'm available.

Nick: I know. But I have to do this on my own. So about Neil...

Victor: Mm-hmm.

Nick: Before I talked to him about this, I did some homework. I found out who our best secondary people were because I had a feeling that Neil would take this stance.

Victor: Mm-hmm. Well, I think he just wanted his efforts to be respected and appreciated.

Nick: If he wanted some respect, he never should've quit.

Victor: Well, I've tried to explain that to you.

Nick: I know you did, Dad, but... at some point, a chain of command has to be established. I have to be able to forge my own relationships, make my own decisions. We have a lot of good people at Newman. If some people don't survive this experiment, so be it.

Victor: All right, son. You're running the company now. No more suggestions from me.

Nick: All right.

Victor: If you should change your mind, need any help--

Nick: I know where to find you.


Phyllis: You know, sometimes I don't think I deserve Daniel.

Jack: Now why would you say that?

Phyllis: What kind of mother would put her kid through this hell?

Jack: Look, I don't know the nuts and bolts of your situation. I do know this, you would never conspire to murder anyone. As for being a mother, you are a terrific mother.

Phyllis: Thank you. But all of a sudden, Danielís put himself in the position of being the parent. I mean, he called you, he got me an attorney. I don't like the pattern that's developing.

Jack: Okay, for what it's worth, I'm glad he called me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known that you were in trouble.

Phyllis: I know, but he shouldn't be worried about me. He should be worried about teenage stuff, right? I mean, girls and homework, stuff like that. He's frantic, and I don't know how to reassure him.

Jack: He mentioned that Christine Blair was your attorney.

Phyllis: Yes, was is the operative word. We parted ways. Michael Baldwin took over my case. And Christine is, uh, still handling Damon.

Jack: Is that wise, taking separate attorneys?

Phyllis: What do you mean, wise?

Jack: Do you want this to turn into a competition over who's really the guilty party?

Phyllis: I--well, listen, you know, Jack, this couldn't be helped. Christine and I weren't even close to being on the same wavelength.

Jack: I know how you feel about Christine. I understand that.

Phyllis: Yeah.

Jack: Can I offer a word of caution?

Phyllis: Yeah, go ahead.

Jack: If this comes down to you or Damon, cut him loose. You hear me? You look out for yourself. Don't sacrifice yourself to save his neck.

Phyllis: I don't even want to think like that.

Jack: You may have to think like that. Look, I know you have feelings for this guy, but try to remember, you would not be in this situation that you are in if it weren't for his stupid samurai sword.

Phyllis: Okay, all right, I know, but that--

Jack: No buts. No--no buts. I saw myself, firsthand, what being behind bars does to you. You look out for yourself.

Phyllis: Okay. Why can't we both be okay? Why does it have to be him or me?

Jack: Let's hope it doesnít. But if it does play out that way, don't be a martyr. You look out for yourself. Your son needs you.

Phyllis: I don't want to abandon Damon.

Jack: Okay. You're gonna do what you need to do. That's the way you are. You were never very good at taking advice.

Phyllis: Well, maybe it's because I think with my heart and not my head.

Jack: Just know one thing, if you need help-- help with anything at all-- you call me. I'll come running.

Phyllis: Okay.

Phyllis: I have to go.

Jack: Yeah. Hey, remember one thing, we may be divorced, but I'll always love you. That's never gonna change. You take care, huh?


Chris: I can only imagine how upset you must be.

Damon: Oh, can you? Why, because my crazy girlfriend pulled that bizarre stunt and got me arrested? Why do you suppose that would upset me?

Chris: Well, if it's any comfort, I don't think she was deliberately trying to hurt you.

Damon: Well, I'm astounded that you, of all people, would be sticking up for her.

Chris: I'm not. Getting herself thrown in jail, trying to trick Dominic Hughes into a confession-- obviously it was an asinine thing to do.

Damon: How are the arrangements for my bail hearing coming?

Chris: Well, they're going slowly, though it shouldn't be too much longer.

Damon: Well, good. That's good. I am disgusted by the thought of either Phyllis or me in a cage. It makes my skin crawl.

Chris: Damon, I need to alert you. The assistant D.A. is going to argue against granting your bail.

Damon: You mean I might have to stay here?

Chris: Not necessarily. I don't think the judge is going to agree. I--it's just possible that your bail will be set fairly high. And there's something else I want to talk to you about.

Damon: What's that?

Chris: Well, thanks to Paul Williams, I've been able to obtain some information that might make things simpler or more complicated. It all depends on how you want to play it.

Damon: Well, tell me.

Chris: It turns out that the conversation between Phyllis and Dominic Hughes in the prison visitor's room was recorded after all.

Damon: Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Chris: For Phyllis. Unfortunately, it's not so good for you.


Paul: (Sighs) Michael, this is a very strange situation. You and Chris are supposed to be on the same side. But suddenly, you're not. It complicates things.

Michael: Then, please, uncomplicate things. We have two people charged with conspiracy to commit murder, which is murder one in anyone's book. The last thing I need is my own law partner and her favorite gumshoe joining forces with the police against me and my client.

Paul: Hey, easy, buddy. You're reading a lot into very little.

Michael: Prove it. Tell me what's going on?

Paul: As I said, it's complicated.

Michael: I know. "Complicated." It's complicated. You know, ay, it was probably a huge mistake, allowing you into this law firm. It's been a one-sided arrangement from the very start.

Paul: How is that?

Michael: Oh, Chris begging you to move your office here.

Paul: Oh, against your objections, right?

Michael: Well, what could I do? She made it a condition of her return.

Paul: I'll tell you what, Michael, if ever my presence here becomes so unbearable to you, you just give me the word and I will pack up my stuff and leave before we wreck all the stationary. (Knock on door)

Paul: Come in!

Michael: Come in!

Phyllis: Hey, guys. (Chuckles) what's going on?

Paul: You explain, Baldwin. I'm outta here. Phyllis.

Phyllis: Paul.


Nikki: Well, you know what? This is my home, too. And I'm extending the invitation. You and Brittany are more than welcome to stay.

Bobby: Nikki, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but with Victor giving us the evil eye and you two fighting about it--

Nikki: There's nothing to fight about.

Bobby: I'm already a bone of contention between you two. I don't want to make things worse.

Nikki: You have nothing to do with my problems with Victor.

Bobby: You know what? I really thank you, Nikki. You know, you're really sweet. But we're gonna be okay.

Nikki: This is absolutely crazy. I saw the bill for the new lighting panel. Why are you throwing good money away on a motel?

Bobby: It's probably just gonna be for one night, and then we'll end up staying at the loft for a few days.

Nikki: Oh! You are so stubborn!

Bobby: Yeah, I could say the same thing about you.

Nikki: All right. You give me no choice then but to give you your wedding present, right here, right now.


Devon: You know what? I can't promise to be perfect.

Dru: No one's asking you to be perfect. We go over your homework assignments every single night. I'd like to know how this slipped through the cracks.

Devon: I don't know how it did. I tried my best on it, but I didn't understand.

Dru: Why didn't you ask us? That's what we're here for.

Devon: You know what? Can I be excused from the table?

Dru: No, you cannot. We're not done talking or eating.

Devon: You know, I'm not hungry anymore.

Neil: Wait a minute. Devon, Devon, you heard what Drucilla said. We're not through talking.

Devon: You know what? Actually, you're not through talking.

Neil: All right. You remember when you first moved in here, we had some basic rules? Right now, you're being very defiant and disrespectful. Now you will go to class. There will be no more ditching school. It doesn't matter what the reason is. Do I make myself clear?

Devon: What happens if I don't?

Neil: Then there will be consequences.

Devon: Consequences? Like what? Are you guys gonna send me away?

Neil: Devon, do you want to be sent away?

Devon: What I want right now is for you two to get off my back.

Neil: Well... (Clears throat) that went from bad to worse.

Lily: Do you want me to talk to him?

Dru: No, honey. Your father and I will deal with this.

Neil: Wow. Gee whiz. That kid does not like to be challenged, does he?

Dru: The harder you push, the harder he pushes back.

Neil: Well, that's gonna change, Dru, in a hurry.

Lily: Dad, you really shouldn't be so hard on him. I mean, this was the first time that he cut class, and I bet you he won't do it again.

Neil: Well, he better not if he knows what's good for him.

Dru: Let's change the subject, you guys. Lily, how--how was your day?

Lily: Um, it was okay. I kept thinking about Uncle Malcolm. I just... (Sighs) I really wish that he wasn't leaving.

Dru: Yeah, I know, hon. Uh... he did say he was gonna stay in touch.

Lily: I know, but it won't be the same. You know what? I think I'm done eating, too.

Dru: Oh.

Neil: Hey, don't you want a little dessert or--

Lily: No. You know what? I'll have some later. Excuse me.

Neil: Honey, are you...


Phyllis: Wow. You guys were a little tense.

Michael: Uh, yeah. Mm-hmm. Sometimes I think the man upstairs put Paul Williams on this planet just to irritate me.

Phyllis: I'm sure he doesn't like you either.

Michael: Oh, it's obvious. In fact, the only reason he's here is to work for Christine.

Phyllis: And you.

Michael: Oh, yeah. No. Hardly. I'm just an annoyance, me and my clients.

Phyllis: Oh, hey, hey. I think you're feeling sorry for yourself.

Michael: Oh, no, no. Those two are hiding something, something they don't want me to know about.

Phyllis: Like what?

Michael: Like what? Hmm. Let's see... usually people hide things because, uh, well, having them exposed would do some kind of harm to their own agenda, which, in this case, makes me wonder if they've uncovered some kind of evidence they're not particularly fond of.

Phyllis: You mean something that might be good for me but bad for Damonís case.

Michael: Why else would Christine suddenly be so secretive?


Damon: I don't understand, Christine.

Chris: The prison in Georgia faxed me a transcript of Phyllis' visit with Dominic Hughes. And it's true, she did warn him to stay away from you and Genoa City, just like she claimed.

Damon: All right, so how could that hurt me?

Chris: Well, one of the arguments she used to persuade him was to tell him that you were hell-bent on revenge, that you "wouldn't be satisfied unless he was dead," and that's a direct quote.

Damon: That's great.

Chris: Damon, while I am obligated as your attorney to tell you about this information, I don't have to share it with Michael.

Damon: No. No, no, no, no, no. You go ahead. You tell him. I wouldn't withhold something that could save Phyllis.

Chris: My instinct is that's the wrong way to go.

Damon: What? What are you talking about?

Chris: You're my client, not Phyllis. I want to do what's in your best interest.

Damon: All due respect, Christine, I wonder if you would feel the same way if it were anyone but Phyllis who stood a chance of going free.

Chris: All right, she's not my favorite person, I'll admit that, but I am not acting or thinking out of vindictiveness.

Damon: It certainly could appear that way when this all comes to light.

Chris: Well, as long as it comes to light after you and Phyllis are cleared of any wrongdoing, I don't care how it looks.

Damon: I do, Christine.

Chris: Oh, Damon, you have been charged with a serious crime, conspiracy to commit murder. You could be looking at some serious jail time.

Damon: I realize that.

Chris: Then maybe you should give this a little more thought before you do something that could make it a lot harder for me to convince a jury of your innocence. (Sighs) look, obviously it's your choice. If you want to bring this all out in the open, that is fine. But I am not advising it.

Damon: Can you imagine how Phyllis would feel if she found out I let her suffer needlessly?

Chris: Oh, she is not suffering that badly. She is out of jail.

Damon: Yeah, but she's facing a trial where she has no alibi. It's her word against Dominic Hughes', and for whatever reason that I cannot fathom... the police seem to be believing Dominic Hughes.

Chris: You have to understand that this information will cause all the charges against Phyllis to be dropped. Think about that. Phyllis will go free. I will be much happier if you go free, too. I'll talk to you after the hearing.


Phyllis: If you want my advice, if you want my advice, I say you should beat the information out of Christine.

Michael: Why am I not surprised that you feel that way?

Phyllis: Oh, come on. You know I'm kidding.

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Phyllis: If that woman has information that can keep me out of prison, there is no way she's gonna give it to you.

Michael: Phyllis, Phyllis, Phyllis, a trial is made up of thousands of little details. I'm sure it's nothing major.

Phyllis: But it could be.

Michael: Look, I seriously doubt that Christine would keep anything significant from me. It's not her style.

Phyllis: It's exactly her style, Michael.

Michael: Look, I fully intend to find out what they're not telling me. Which reminds me, I'm not sure why you're here.

Phyllis: Funny, given our conversation. I just had long talk with Jack.

Michael: Oh, you're still on speaking terms.

Phyllis: Of course. And he was telling me I should look out for number one, just myself. And--and the reason I was coming over here was to make sure that-- that all of us were gonna work together.

Michael: All of us being?

Phyllis: You, me, Christine, Damon. You know, I was hoping that-- that we could pull together as a team, make sure that Damon and I are cleared of these charges.

Michael: Up until a few minutes ago, that's exactly what I thought we would've done. But, uh, now...

Phyllis: But now what?

Phyllis: Now what?

Michael: But now I'm not so sure, that's all.


Dru: No, no, you never mind all that. You come with me. (Sighs)

Neil: Oh, Mama.

Dru: (Sighs)

Neil: Hey.

Dru: Huh?

Neil: You think we should go talk to Devon? Hmm?

Dru: No, let's wait. Let him cool his jets.

Neil: I sure hope we're doing the right thing with him.

Dru: Of course we're doing the right thing. He's a great kid, he just needs some excellent parenting.

Neil: Mm-hmm. Yeah. This feels so nice. You know...

Dru: Hmm?

Neil: I just realized something.

Dru: What?

Neil: That I don't have to set my alarm before I go to sleep. I can wake up tomorrow morning early, cook myself breakfast, or I can sleep in as late as I want to.

Dru: You don't care the least little bit that you quit your job?

Neil: Nope. Why, you still think I'm making a mistake?

Dru: Neil, I agree that Nick doesn't know what he is doing, all right? But couldn't you be the bigger guy?

Neil: Um, you want a husband who doesn't stand up for himself or what?

Dru: I want a husband that loves what he's doing, honey.

Neil: Right now, that's exactly what I am doing. (Telephone rings)

Dru: Let me get that. (Ring)

Dru: Hello.

Nick: Dru, its Nick. Is, uh, Neil there?

Dru: Uh, hi, Nick. Yeah, he's right here. Hold on. (Whispers) honey, its Nick.

Neil: (Whispers) here. (Normal voice) yeah, hi, Nick. What's up?

Nick: Hey, I was wondering, are you busy tomorrow morning?

Neil: Not at the moment, why?

Nick: Well, if you can, I'd like you to come by the office. You still there?

Neil: Yeah, I'm here. What's this about?

Nick: Well, I'd rather not get into it over the phone. Think you can come by?

Neil: Yeah, sure. I can do that.

Nick: Great. I'll see you first thing in the morning.

Neil: Bye.

Dru: Well, what did he say? What does he want, honey?

Neil: He, uh, wants me to come by tomorrow morning.

Dru: Oh, honey, this is so good! This is a good sign. Yes, it is.

Neil: Ah, now, Dru, don't start jumping to conclusions here.

Dru: Oh, no, honey, listen. No, he has seen the light. He knows that he made a mistake. He was a fool for letting you go. You called his bluff, and it worked.

Neil: Honey, honey, you're getting way ahead of yourself. We don't know anything for sure.

Dru: No, I'm not. I can feel this one. I can feel it, baby.

Neil: Oh, you do, huh?

Dru: You're gonna be C.O.O. again, and my pageant's gonna be back on track. I can't wait. You know what? I think we have some sparkling grape in the fridge. I'm gonna pour us a couple of glasses. Ooh-we! Whoo. Ooh.


Bobby: You're gonna give me my wedding present?

Nikki: Yes. I was gonna wait until you moved back into your condo to see if you needed anything, but in light of the current situation--

Bobby: What, are you gonna buy me a new lighting panel?

Nikki: No. I'm gonna have the work on your condo finished.

Bobby: No way.

Nikki: Yes way. I'll put the workmen on double shift if necessary.

Bobby: Nikki, that's not gonna happen. This is way too much.

Nikki: Bobby, I want to do this. You have no idea what it will mean to me to do this for you.

Bobby: Nikki, you've done too much for me already.

Nikki: No, I havenít. I can't do too much.

Bobby: Okay, now you're talking crazy.

Nikki: Well, you know how I'm crazy.

Bobby: No, no, I don't, but, Nikki, this is starting to seem like it's getting more about you than it is about me.

Nikki: What do you mean? Why do you say things like that?

Bobby: It's just the way you are, this nurturing thing that you do. Nikki, you have to understand that you're making me feel like I can't provide for my wife, like I'm some kind of wounded bird. And I'm not comfortable with that.

Nikki: But... I-I-I don't mean to do that. I'm trying to help you. I-I'm making things worse. I'm just messing everything up. It's all a mess.

Bobby: Okay, Nikki, I-I didn't mean to upset you. Listen, you--you are a very kind, sweet woman. Come on. Stop that. Just stop.


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

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Woman: There's something I need to take care of in Genoa City.

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Victor: You don't think a man has a right to know why the hell his wife is hugging another man?

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