Monday Y&R Transcript 12/20/04

Y&R Transcript Monday 12/20/04--Canada; Tuesday 12/21/04--USA



By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Paul: All right. Well, let me know when you get your hands on it.

Chris: Get your hands on what?

Paul: That was my source at the police department. He's having trouble getting a copy of the ballistics report from Hughes' gun.

Chris: Ah. Don't get anyone in trouble.

Paul: Trouble? Trouble? That's my middle name. What's in the bag?

Chris: Uh, it's mistletoe.

Paul: Does that mean you want a kiss? Because if it does, you've come to the right place.

Chris: You know, that's very funny. Actually, I thought I would bring a little Christmas to the office. I just--I don't know where I want to hang this. (Knock on door)

Michael: Oh, traffic. I thought I'd never get here.

Paul: The Grinch has arrived.

Michael: That's Mr. Grinch to you, Sherlock. Oh, don't--don't tell me that's what I think it is.

Chris: It's's not poison that can be very dangerous around here.

Chris: Only a couple of days till Christmas. How dangerous could things get?

Michael: As much as I'd like to run with that conversation and make you both squirm, I am on my way to see my newest client, and I'm looking for my day pla--

Chris: Its right-- it's right there.

Michael: All right, look, uh, Paul, please keep some time open for me. I want you to do some investigating into Phyllis' case. And that's it. Thank you. Thank you.


Damon: I'm sorry. I, uh... I gotta stop this. It seems like I've been getting super emotional about everything lately. It's, uh, it's ridiculous.

Adrienne: Well, you've been, um, shut down and unreachable for over eight years.

Damon: Yeah, maybe.

Damon: Adrienne... (Sighs) all right, I can do this. I need to apologize for everything--everything that I put you through. I know that I wasn't there for you when you needed me most. There was so much anger and... no, there's-- there's no excuse. I left you alone. I don't forgive myself for that.

Adrienne: Yeah, well, we each dealt with it in our own way.

Damon: No, no, no, no. No, the day Elias was killed, you lost a son and a husband. I was no man for having abandoned you.

Adrienne: The first year after Elias died, I-I ached to hear you say that. I didn't know how I would see it through. Every breath was painful. I wanted you to take me in your arms and tell me, together, we'd see it through.

Damon: I know. And I-I couldnít. I'm sorry.

Adrienne: I'm sorry, Damon. I'm not ready to forgive you.


Dru: Oh, no. Oh, hell, no. We had a deal. You're supposed to be long gone.

Malcolm: Well, the deal's off.

Dru: It can't be. You need to reverse your march and get outta town. You don't need to say good-bye to anybody else.

Malcolm: Drucilla, you damn near got rid of me. You did. You wanna know how far I made it? To the park. Something turned me right back around.

Dru: I don't know what that could be, okay? You said good-bye to me, you said good-bye to Liv, Neil. Who else do you have to say good-bye to?

Malcolm: Drucilla, Drucilla, I want to stay. You got no right to think you can run me outta town.

Dru: I'm not tryin' to run you out of town. I'm thinkin' about my family.

Malcolm: Oh, please. You are thinkin' about yourself. That's all you do. Nobody has a problem with me being here except you. So like it or not, get used to me being around.

Dru: What's it gonna take for you to be ready to leave town? What has to happen for you to bounce for good this time?


J.T.: Brittany, come on. Don't get all upset.

Brittany: Go away, J.T.

J.T.: I'm sorry, okay?

Brittany: I'm not interested in your apology.

J.T.: Would you at least look at me, please? Look, I shouldn't have said those things, all right?

Brittany: Then why did you say them? You always have to crack jokes about Bobby and me. Are you glad we're having money trouble?

J.T.: No, of course not.

Brittany: Then why can't you be a friend and say something supportive?

J.T.: Look, all I meant was I just think there's--

Brittany: Yeah, I know. That you told me this was gonna happen. So what, J.T.? Bobby is my husband. You know that vow I took to stand by him for richer or poorer? I meant it. We may not be rolling in dough right now, but that doesn't change the way I feel about him.

J.T.: I'm sorry, okay? If you're happy, that's all that matters, all right? It's great.

Brittany: Bobby and I will be fine. We just need a little time to get our feet back on the ground. We're gonna get through this.

J.T.: Yeah, of course you will.

Brittany: Oh, no.

J.T.: What?


Phyllis: Tell me you're here with good news. Is anything better?

Michael: Well, it depends on how you look at it.

Phyllis: What does that mean?

Michael: Uh, well, uh, the situation is no better, but it's also no worse.

Phyllis: That makes me feel great.

Michael: Look, Phyllis, you're in good hands. I'm moving forward. I'm mapping out a strategy.

Phyllis: Oh, good. You want to give me a hint?

Michael: Well, we're gonna make Dominic Hughes look like a big, fat liar.

Phyllis: And me like a saint.

Michael: No. Well, at least like a woman who's telling the truth. That's what a good lawyer does. He convinces a jury that his client is the credible one.

Phyllis: Oh, Michael, that's not... you know, easy for you to say. At the end of the day, you're walking around enjoying your life. Me, I'm sweating bullets thinking of the possibility of spending the rest of my life in prison.

Michael: Are you really that pessimistic?

Phyllis: Yes, I am. So unless you have more than just a meaningless spin you're gonna put on things, you should get out of here and let me spend the last of my free days alone.


Malcolm: Dru, I'm not gonna lie to you. I have some serious questions when it comes to my family.

Dru: What questions?

Malcolm: Look, when I was in Africa, I met some wonderful people. I did. I mean, Dru, they took me in as if I was one of their own, and eventually they became dear to my heart. But as tight as we got, they weren't my family, Dru.

Dru: Okay, okay, whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you telling me that you were missing us while you were in Africa?

Malcolm: What I'm telling you is that the people that I connect to on a fundamental blood level are right here in Genoa City. And not you or anybody else is gonna take that away from me. Dru, I have the right to be a part of my family. I need to reconnect.

Dru: You have done all the reconnecting you are going to do, okay? You got e-mail, right? You got the telephone. You could put pen to paper. You could do all kinds of--

Malcolm: Drucilla, Drucilla, give it a rest. Listen to yourself. What about Lily?

Dru: What about Lily? You can stay in touch with her the same way. This is the 21st century, brother, okay? You don't have to be in the same room physically to stay in touch with somebody.

Malcolm: What are you so scared of?

Dru: I am not scared of anything. You know what I'm sayin'? I just don't understand why and for what reason you have come back. I-I just don't under-- I'll tell you one thing, you've caused us the blues.

Malcolm: And I'm here to make it right.

Dru: The only way you can make it right is to beat it, and thank God you haven't caused more damage than you already have by this visit.

Malcolm: My being here has caused damage? How is that?

Dru: I'm just sayin' it brought up a lot of memories, not all good.

Malcolm: You want to talk about memories? I did everything in my power to get rid of the memories that I had from this place. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't run anymore. So now I'm coming back to deal with 'em.

Dru: Oh, okay, okay. So you're gonna deal with them by putting me and my family through a lot of unnecessary drama.

Malcolm: Oh, my God, you are so paranoid.

Dru: I am not paranoid. I'm just not gonna let anybody or anything threaten my family, not even you.

Malcolm: Drucilla, turn the page. I've heard that speech. All right, I'm gonna say this to you yet again. I am not a threat to your family.

Dru: Hmm.

Malcolm: And for the record, your family is my family.

Dru: How long are you planning on staying here?

Malcolm: I don't know, Dru. At least until Olivia lets me connect with Nate.

Dru: Oh, you gotta be kidding me. All you have to do is jump on a plane and go to England and have a jolly good time with Nate over there.

Malcolm: Drucilla, you're not gettin' rid of me. I've been your puppet long enough. I'm done. You hear me? I'm stayin' right here.


Paul: You know, once Phyllis tells Michael what she said on her visit to Hughes at the penitentiary--

Chris: He'll want you to do the same thing you did for me. Call and see if the conversation was recorded. At which point, Michael will find out that the transcript was already sent to me.

Paul: Right. And I don't want him to find out that way.

Chris: Yeah, that makes two of us. Why did Phyllis have to be so darned explicit?

Paul: Well, you know what? It's a good thing for her that she was. I mean, it proves beyond any doubt whatsoever that she did not try and lure Dominic Hughes to Genoa City.

Chris: Okay, but it doesn't help Damon. Phyllis telling Hughes that her boyfriend was out for blood-- that's pretty damning stuff.

Paul: Chris, there's only one way to deal with this. And we can't put it off much longer.


Michael: Have a little faith in my ability.

Phyllis: Dominic Hughes-- a guy who claims he found religion in prison, a model inmate. He was granted an early parole for his good deeds.

Michael: Mm-hmm. He's also the man who, within days of having achieved that privilege, illegally got himself a gun...

Phyllis: Right.

Michael: And he shot someone. Not exactly the choir boy he's pretending to be, huh?

Phyllis: I know, but, Michael, this guy puts on a really good act. You have to admit that.

Michael: Yeah. But so do you. You're an executive at Newman Enterprises, you're the proud mother of a teenager--

Phyllis: Who was once stripped of her parental rights, accused of arson and the attempted murder of Diane Jenkins. Why do I not feel warm and safe inside?


Damon: I understand if you're not ready to forgive me.

Adrienne: It's too little, too late, Damon.

Damon: No, no, I am-- I am not looking for you to absolve me of any guilt. I meant what I said. Adrienne... I truly am sorry for having deserted you.

Adrienne: I haven't forgotten some of those hurtful things you said to me.

Damon: Itís... there's no excuse, but I was blinded by pain.

Adrienne: I found a grief counselor. I wouldn't have made it through without her. How did you manage?

Damon: I bottled it up, buried my feelings so I wouldn't have to feel 'em, became numb.

Adrienne: How did you stop yourself from cracking apart?

Damon: Meditation, eastern philosophy. I just--I just grabbed ahold of anything I could find to avoid facing who I really am.

Adrienne: A strong, powerful man who never shunned away from a challenge.

Damon: I don't know about any of that, but it wasn't until I finally confronted Elias' killer that I truly began to see how closed off and insensitive I had become. And... how terribly I'd hurt people I love.

Adrienne: How were you able to open your heart, feel again?

Adrienne: Oh. A woman. Of course. It had to be a woman.


J.T.: What the hell's wrong with you?

Brittany: This is not good.

J.T.: What?

Brittany: Bobby doesn't know I work here, and he can't find out. You have to help me. Here, put this on.

J.T.: No, no. No, wait a minute. No.

Brittany: Just-- just pretend that you work here and you're helping me. Please, J.T. I'll owe you big time.

J.T.: No, first of all, you tell me how much you love your husband, then you try to get me to help you lie to him? No thanks. Keep your hat.

Brittany: But, J.T.!

J.T.: No, no, I'm sorry.

Bobby: Hey, Marsino.

Brittany: Hey, Bobby. Mmm. What a coincidence, running into you.

Bobby: Really? What are you doing here?

Brittany: I was gonna ask you the same thing.

Bobby: Well, I was just in the neighborhood and I was killin' some time.

Brittany: Yeah, right. You were here to buy me a Christmas gift.

Bobby: All right, you got me. I didn't know what I was getting, though. I figured I'd find something here, seeing how much you like this place.

Brittany: Well, of course I do. It's where you and I met. Seriously, you need to be putting every cent you can into the club and the condo. Don't worry about me.

Bobby: Mm, yeah, but it's our first Christmas together, and I want it to be special. I bet you had a lot of amazing holidays growing up, and I want it to be like that for us.

Brittany: Well, someday it will be. But right now, we have to tighten our belts.

Bobby: Really, we do? Does that include you?

Brittany: Absolutely.

Bobby: So what are you doing here?

Brittany: A girl can still look, can't she?

Bobby: (Chuckles) must be awful tough, looking at this stuff, knowing that before you coulda bought it without giving it a second thought.

Brittany: Not really. It's not like I need anything new. I have plenty of stuff at home.

Bobby: Mm-hmm. Well, same with me. Come on, what do you say we get outta here?


Dru: You know, when you take a strong stand like this, I really don't know what to think.

Malcolm: I need some answers about this family.

Dru: What's the question? Wh-what kind of answers?

Malcolm: Where do I fit in?

Dru: Now you know we resolved that a long time ago.

Malcolm: Now there we go. You want to keep dancing around it like this, or should we actually talk about it? Dru, I need to know if I'm Lily's real father.

Dru: Oh! Oh, oh, wow, man, are you serious?

Malcolm: Yeah.

Dru: You know who Lily's father is. It's your brother, and if you doubt that, you go ask him, okay?

Malcolm: Maybe I will.

Dru: Oh, don't you dare. Don't you dare? You know the paternity of Lily.

Malcolm: No, I donít.

Dru: Yes, you do!

Malcolm: No, I don't!

Dru: Yes, you do!

Malcolm: No, I don't and neither do you. You know why? Because all these years it's been a secret, all right? I remember that night--

Dru: You don't remember jack!

Malcolm: Drucilla--

Dru: You don't remember.

Malcolm: Drucilla, fight if you want to, but it happened. You know it did. And it only takes one time.

Dru: Okay, so this was your burning desire? This was why you had to come all the way back from Africa?

Malcolm: Please listen to me. I'm not trying to destroy your world.

Dru: Oh!

Malcolm: No, I have the right to know what's true in mine. That doesn't make me your enemy... not unless you want me to be.


Chris: I'm supposed to be defending Damon. Showing Michael the transcript is only gonna make him look guiltier than he already does.

Paul: Chris, I know that, but what is the realistic alternative?

Chris: If Phyllis' lawyer was anyone else on this planet, I would have no qualms about keeping this to myself.

Paul: I know. There is no easy answer.

Chris: Tell me about it. Hey, hand me a thumbtack, will ya?

Paul: You know something? I still say that you are begging me to kiss you on those big, luscious lips of yours.

Chris: You wish. It's just that I have been spending more time here than I have at my home. So why not make this place a little more festive?

Paul: You have been working awfully hard lately. Why don't you take some time off? Why don't you take a break and enjoy the holidays? I know it's not much of an offer, but, uh, you are certainly welcome to spend Christmas with me and my mother. Come on. What do you say? Could be just like old times.


Michael: You know, Phyllis, with an attitude like that, you're not helping anything.

Phyllis: Hey, how do you expect me to feel? The cards are stacked against me.

Michael: Your defense is a work in progress.

Phyllis: Okay. So the game's not over yet, right?

Michael: You know, if I had something I knew would set you free, you don't think I--

Phyllis: You would come over with a bottle of champagne and we'd drink it.

Michael: No, I would come over with Hank Weber, so you could hear the news personally from his own mouth.

Phyllis: I sense you don't have that kind of proof yet. What are you gonna do?

Michael: I'm asking you to stay strong a little while longer, for yourself and for Daniel. You think you can manage to do that?

Phyllis: Shh. It's gonna be a grim Christmas if you don't come through.

Michael: Hmm. Well, I guess you can just think of me as, um... Santa Claus.

Phyllis: (Chuckles) what, are you gonna give me a new car for Christmas?

Michael: Mm, no, but, uh, if you're lucky, I just might give you your life back.

Michael: Come here.


Adrienne: Who is this woman? What's her name?

Damon: Does it matter?

Adrienne: No. Well, I've said everything I wanted to say here, Damon. I should go.

Damon: I know I should've made more of an effort to find you, warn you, when Hughes went up for parole.

Adrienne: Well, you didnít.

Damon: No, I didnít. What are your plans now? Are you gonna be around Genoa City for awhile?

Adrienne: Would you like me to be?

Damon: Yes, Adrienne, I would.

Adrienne: I should go.

Damon: Um... thank you... for having the courage to come here.

Adrienne: I didn't do it for you.


Lily: Hey, Trevor.

Trevor: Hey, Lily. The usual?

Lily: Yes, please.

Trevor: All right. So you get all your shopping done yet?

Lily: Um, no, not yet. I still have some people left, like my dad. I have no idea what I'm gonna get him.

Trevor: Yeah. Well, good luck.

Lily: Thank you.

Trevor: Uh-huh.

Malcolm: Shorty.

Lily: Uncle Malcolm! Hi!

Malcolm: Hey, baby.

Lily: Oh, my gosh.


Daniel: Whew! Man, its cold out there.

Phyllis: You woke up early this morning.

Daniel: Uh, yeah. I went to meet some friends for breakfast.

Phyllis: It is... I-I can't get this tree in the holder. I mean, I been working so hard on this, and it just won't go. And I'm wrecking everything. The branches are all discombobulated, and--

Daniel: Okay, okay, you're not ruining everything. Just let me help.

Phyllis: I'm--it's--look.

Daniel: Hold it up straight like this, okay?

Phyllis: All right.

Daniel: You got it?

Phyllis: Mm-hmm.

Daniel: Let's see.

Phyllis: You see what's wrong?

Daniel: I think you just need to tighten these screws. How's that?

Phyllis: It's hard to do alone. Oh! Yeah. That's good.

Daniel: See?

Phyllis: Ha ha. Great.

Daniel: Wasn't so hard.

Phyllis: Ah, thank you. All right. I'm sorry I haven't been in the best spirits lately.

Daniel: Oh, gee, I wonder why.

Phyllis: Well, that's no excuse. You know, it's our first Christmas together since you were little, and I want it to be special, right? So... okay, here we go. Um, this, and we just do that.

Daniel: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Tinsel comes last. There's a technique to decorating Christmas trees, Mom.

Phyllis: Oh, oh, okay. There's a technique.

Daniel: Yeah. First we have to string up the lights.

Phyllis: The lights. Oh. I don't have lights.

Daniel: Okay. They're not really important. How about ornaments?

Phyllis: Oh, okay. I have those. Here you go, gold and red balls.

Daniel: Thanks.

Phyllis: Oh, this is great.

Phyllis: I can't believe this day has come. I used to dream about us decorating a Christmas tree together. I used to dream of that... and how we would come down and open presents together, and now my dream has come true, right?

Daniel: Mine, too, Mom.

Phyllis: Of course, you're too old for a bike with training wheels.

Daniel: (Chuckles)

Phyllis: I mean, you are too old for that, right? (Laughs)

Daniel: Let's just make the best of this holiday, okay?

Phyllis: Why, because you're thinkin' it's our last? Is that what you're thinking?


Chris: It was very sweet of you to invite me.

Paul: Is that a yes?

Chris: Can I think about it?

Paul: Sure, take all the time you want. My mother always has enough sauerkraut and spareribs to feed an army.

Chris: It's not that I wouldn't love to spend Christmas with you, even Mary. I've just been thinking a lot about Phyllis and Daniel lately.

Paul: You're actually considering spending the holiday with them?

Chris: Mm-hmm, in spite of all my problems with Phyllis, my heart really goes out to the two of them. This is their first Christmas together since Daniel was tiny, and they're just surrounded by all this chaos.

Paul: Well, I'm not sure how Phyllis and Daniel will integrate with my mother. Probably not too well.

Chris: Yeah, no, I don't think so.

Paul: Well, you're pretty fond of that kid now, aren't you?

Chris: He's grown on me. That's for sure.

Paul: Too bad you're not his mother. It'd be a lot easier on him.

Chris: Don't be too sure. Anyway, it is a lot easier being "Auntie Chris."

Paul: Yeah, but compared to Phyllis?

Chris: She has her flaws. That's putting it mildly, but she loves Daniel with all her heart. I do believe that.

Paul: You know, I almost feel guilty having Phyllis suffer through Christmas knowing that we have it in our power to spare her.

Chris: Maybe there's something we can do to prevent that.


Colleen: J.T.!

J.T.: Did I get the right one?

Colleen: Yes, yes! Oh, my God. I can't believe this. How's it look?

Sierra: Hello, earth to J.T.

J.T.: Hey.

Sierra: Can I help you with something?

J.T.: Uh, no, no, it's all right.

Sierra: What were you thinking about?

J.T.: Nothing. I was just zoned out for a second. How you doing?

Sierra: Been good. Working here a lot. Trying to save up enough money to, you know, buy Christmas presents.

J.T.: Right, yeah, I hear you. I'm pretty tapped out myself.

Sierra: Well, you could always sell your guitar again like you did last year. Remember, to buy Colleen's present?

J.T.: Yeah, yeah, I remember. And then she ended up buying me that guitar case.

Sierra: (Laughs) do you ever hear from her?

J.T.: No. I guess I burned that bridge, huh?

Sierra: You should call her sometime. I'm sure she'd like to hear from you.

J.T.: Did she tell you that? Yeah, that's what I thought. Yeah, I can't really blame her, though. I guess I really messed things up between us.

Sierra: You did not. You had a great opportunity in L.A.

J.T.: Yeah, I don't know who I was kidding thinking I was gonna be some big rock star.

Sierra: J.T...

J.T.: All right, whatever. Anyway, I gotta go. I'll see you soon, all right?

Sierra: Take care.


Brittany: You're right, Bobby, you don't need to be here. You should go back to the club. I'll catch up with you later.

Bobby: All right, well, what are you gonna do?

Brittany: I think I'll hang around here for awhile, look around some more.

Bobby: That sounds boring. Why don't you come back to the club with me?

Brittany: I'm not really in the mood. Maybe later. I'll see ya.

Bobby: Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing?

Brittany: What do you mean?

Bobby: Well, it feels like you're running me out of here. Is something going on?


Lily: I cannot believe that you're here, not after the way that you said good-bye.

Malcolm: Yeah, I know, Lily. I had a change of heart.

Lily: Well, good, although I'm still mad at you for leaving in the first place.

Malcolm: Well, then, just go ahead and be mad.

Lily: I will!

Malcolm: (Laughs) but listen, seriously, maybe someday you'll understand why I thought I had to do it.

Lily: I don't want to understand. I just... I want you here. Well, you are gonna stay this time, right?

Malcolm: Well, you know, technically, I never left. I just couldn't do it.

Lily: I bet I know why.

Malcolm: Why?

Lily: It's 'cause of me, huh?

Malcolm: Oh, 'cause of you? Oh, 'cause you're so special?

Lily: Mm-hmm, yes, I am.

Malcolm: Oh, 'cause you're the queen like that, just a little spoiled brat like that?

Lily: Nuh-uh!

Malcolm: I'm playing. But you know what? We gotta make some rules, all right? Nothing serious, just hear me out. I love this right here, spending time with you. I want to do it all the time. Okay, but you gotta promise me that you'll handle your business, your homework and all that other stuff.

Lily: Don't worry, okay? I can get all that stuff done. It's automatic.

Malcolm: Automatic?

Lily: Automatic.

Malcolm: You're spending time with your parents, right?

Lily: Yeah, I see them every day. And besides, parents aren't for spending time with. That's why it's really cool having you around. 'Cause you're like a parent without all the nagging and worrying.

Malcolm: Okay, I'm gonna worry about you, too. Don't think I'm not.

Lily: I know.

Malcolm: You know they only do it because they love you.

Lily: No, I know, okay? I love 'em, too.

Malcolm: All right, well, let 'em know from time to time. That's all I'm saying.

Lily: Why are you making such a big deal out of this? They know.

Malcolm: I'm not saying it's a big deal. I'm just saying that sometimes you don't get a chance to tell people how you feel until it's too late.

Lily: All right, I'll tell you what. I will tell them that I love them. I promise, okay? I will hurl myself into their arms and plant big kisses on them.

Malcolm: Okay, you are really dramatic.

Lily: No, I'm not.

Malcolm: I'm gonna hold you to it, all right?

Lily: All right.

Malcolm: All right.

Lily: Oh, and speaking of my parents, do they know that you're staying here in town?

Malcolm: Your mom does. I haven't talked to your pops yet.

Lily: Oh. Oh, my God.

Malcolm: What?

Lily: I have a great idea.

Malcolm: Okay, tell.

Lily: No, I was just thinking that my dad is impossible to shop for, so what if you were his Christmas present? Oh, my God, he will love it. Please, please.


Phyllis: So try to be optimistic, you know? The truth always comes out. It's Dominicís word against mine.

Daniel: Yeah, there's that. And then there's the fact that Damon showed up at his motel room with a sword the size of a hockey stick.

Phyllis: That's why I went to such extreme measures to make sure I got proof.

Daniel: Yeah, only too bad it backfired.

Phyllis: Yeah, you know what? Let this be a lesson. Let this be a lesson. Listen to me. Good people can still have things that go wrong around them. Do you understand that? So try not to follow my example of problem-solving.

Daniel: Well, I don't plan on cross-dressing and getting arrested anytime soon.

Phyllis: Good to hear. Good to hear. (Laughs)

Daniel: You know what I love about you, Mom? You don't just sit back and accept things. You know, and it might not always work out, but at least you try.

Phyllis: That's right. I try. Okay, all right, so now it's time for tinsel.

Daniel: Okay.

Phyllis: Stand back, all right?

Daniel: All right.

Phyllis: It's in the wrist. It's all in the wrist, you know? All right. Technique, my mom taught me that that. Here you go. You're supposed to just throw it on, and it assembles itself.

Daniel: (Laughs) this is your technique?

Phyllis: Yeah. See, it's natural.

Daniel: Oh, hmm.

Phyllis: Ah, that's good.

Daniel: Okay, now seriously, though.

Phyllis: (Laughs)

Daniel: No, seriously, did you talk to Damon?

Phyllis: Oh, yeah, I talked to him.

Daniel: Is he still ticked at you about getting arrested?

Phyllis: Yeah, he's ticked about a lot of things, but I'm mad, too.

Daniel: Well, what's the deal with you two? Are you still a couple?

Phyllis: I can't answer that.

Daniel: You want to, uh, put the angel on?

Phyllis: Oh, yeah. Oh, no, you put the angel on. Here, you do it. And, wait, wait. I'm gonna get my camera. I bought one today. Here. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Oh, nice, nice.

Daniel: It's kind of crooked.

Phyllis: All right, smile. Turn around, smile, say "cheese." We're in Wisconsin.

Daniel: I'm not saying "cheese."

Phyllis: Okay, don't say "cheese." Great, oh, it's Christmas!


Paul: I can see the wheels turning in that pretty little brain of yours.

Chris: Well, what you just said gave me an idea.

Paul: Well, what is it?

Chris: I don't want to jinx it.

Paul: Jinx what?

Chris: My plan, well, more like a colossal bluff.

Paul: Come on, Chris. I hate cliffhangers.

Chris: I'll give you a hint.

Paul: All right.

Chris: It involves my old boss.

Paul: Glenn Richards from the D.A.'s office?

Chris: And a whole lot of guts, but if it works, we'll all have something to celebrate in the New Year.


Malcolm: Lily, I'm not sure that's such a good idea.

Lily: Why? I mean, I know things are weird between you and my dad, but this can help make it better, right?

Malcolm: I don't know about that, sweetie.

Lily: Look, this is your chance. You can just come over for dinner on Christmas Eve.

Malcolm: You know, that might just be too big a surprise.

Lily: And coming back from the dead wasn't? I think we can handle a little holiday visit here. Come on, Uncle Malcolm, please! My dad misses you so much. He doesn't talk about it, but you can just tell.

Malcolm: I don't know, Lily.

Lily: Look, didn't you just say you should let people know how you feel about them before it's too late? I mean, this would mean so much to my dad. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please.

Malcolm: Okay, you know what? You're killing me right now. You're such a charming, hardheaded little sweetie pie.

Lily: Yeah.

Malcolm: Yeah.

Lily: So does that mean that you'll do it?

Malcolm: Yes, I'll do it. I'll do it.

Lily: Yay! Thank you so much! Okay, that'd be so awesome! And since we're so close to Christmas Eve, we'll totally be able to keep this a secret. But you should probably stay away from my dad, though, because we don't want to ruin the surprise.

Malcolm: You're the boss.

Lily: All righty then. Thank you, Uncle Malcolm. You have made me so happy. Well, I have to go finish my Christmas shopping, but I will see you later, okay? Bye.

Malcolm: Take it easy, half-pint.


Brittany: What are you talking about? I'm not trying to get rid of you.

Bobby: You were just pushing me out the door.

Brittany: Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought you wanted to get back to the club.

Bobby: I know what you're up to. As soon as I leave, you're gonna get me something. Come on, didn't we agree we got enough stuff? No gifts. We're each other's best gift, right?

Brittany: That's right. That's what we said.

Bobby: You're not getting me anything. You got that?

Brittany: Oh, Bobby, I still want to stay and look for a little while.

Bobby: Come on, it's gonna be depressing. Come with me back to the club.

Brittany: Bobby, I canít.

Bobby: No, why are you acting so weird?

Sierra: Hey, Brittany, I think this is yours. I found it in the dressing room.

Brittany: Thanks.

Sierra: Uh, you think you could watch the register for a bit? I have to go in back.

Bobby: You lied to me. Brittany, why would you do that?


(Telephone rings) (Ring)

Damon: Hello?

Phyllis: Hey, it's me. Listen, I don't know what happened at the coffeehouse. I feel terrible about it. That's kind of what's going on with us these days, you know? We always end up fighting.

Damon: It's all right. It's all right, Phyllis. I'm over it.

Phyllis: Well, good. You must have had a good day.

Damon: Uh, it was interesting. It was an interesting day.

Phyllis: Uh-huh. Care to share?

Damon: Um, no. It's, uh... it's not something I can share.

Phyllis: So can you believe Christmas is coming?

Damon: Huh? I mean, no. To tell you the truth, I hadn't given it much thought.

Phyllis: You sure you don't want to tell me what's going on?

Damon: Um, why don't we talk soon? I've got a kettle that's on the stove. 'S whistling for me, all right? Soon. Bye.


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

Malcolm: I told you I wasn't your enemy, but right about now you're making me rethink that statement.

Chris: I want you to consider dropping all the charges against Damon.

Bobby: I'm gonna sell the club.

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