Y&R Transcript Tuesday 1/2/07 -- Canada; Wednesday 1/3/07 -- U.S.A.
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Abby: Hi, Uncle Jack.
Jack: Hey. When did you start working here?
Abby: I don't work here, silly.
Jack: Well, do you want to? You'd be perfect.
Abby: I'm too young to have a job.
Jack: Oh, that's right. I didn't think of that. So what are you doing here?
Abby: Mommy's taking me ice-skating.
Jack: Oh, that sounds fantastic. Did you bring your new skates that you got for Christmas?
Abby: Uh-huh. They're right here.
Jack: Excellent. Oh, I'm envious. I wish I could go.
Abby: Maybe we can go skating another time. You can bring your new friend.
Jack: Who would that be?
Abby: The man who came over to your house to see you. Uh... Mr. Kim.
Jack: Oh, uh, Sweetheart, Mr. Kim is your mom's boss. I don't really even know him that well.
Abby: Well, you act like you're friends.
Jack: Well, I was being polite. You know, that's what you do when you have guests to your house. You be polite.
Lily: Please tell me you are not sending that text message to Korbel.
Colleen: Okay. I'm not.
Colleen: Relax. It's just coffee.
Lily: No, it is not just coffee and you know that. Look, it's not too late to fix things with JT but you have to try, Colleen.
Colleen: Maybe I shouldn't.
Lily: Yes, thank you. Nice to know you haven't completely lost it.
Colleen: Lily, I mean, maybe I should wait, 'cause I don't want Professor Korbel to think that I've just been sitting by my phone waiting for him to contact me all day.
Lily: Even though you have?
Colleen: But on the other hand, it's, like, if I wait too long, I don't want him to think I'm blowing him off. So how long should I wait to text him? Like 20 minutes?
Lily: Twenty minutes -- perfect.
Colleen: Actually, I'm just gonna text him now.
Michael: Always prepared.
Paul: Let me see your hands. Now turn around... slowly.
Michael: Put that down. Put it down!
Paul: Michael, what the hell are you doing here?!
Michael: I'm here to investigate what you're hiding for Brad Carlton.
Paul: You gotta get out of here now.
Michael: No, I'm sure I should. What is this place? What are you investigating?
Paul: You gotta get outta here.
Michael: No, I'm not!
Michael: That's Phyllis. That's Phyllis' voice. Phyllis?
Sheila: Michael, please, help me. Get me out of here. Please...
Michael: What's going-- what's going on? Why do you have her locked up?
Paul: It isn't Phyllis.
Sheila: Please, Michael. Let me go!
Sheila: Make him let me go. Please.
Paul: It's not Phyllis. It's Sheila.
Michael: Sheila's dead. You showed us the photo.
Sheila: He's insane! Get me out of here, please! Don't just stand there. Get me out of here! Please! Please! Get me out! Get me out of here! Please!
Phyllis: Hey, I hope its okay that we stopped by.
Lauren: Well, yeah, sure, but, you know, our appointment with the pediatrician isn't for a couple of hours, is it? Did I-- did I write it down wrong?
Phyllis: No, no, you're fine. You're fine. But, um, Summer and I just wanted to stop by early. I just wanted to get out of the house. I was tired of feeling sad.
Lauren: Sad? Why are you feeling sad?
Phyllis: Uh... Nick and I had our first fight.
Nick: Brad told me you know.
Victor: What do I know?
Nick: About why he changed his name when he was younger.
Victor: It was quite a story. But then, you have known about that, haven't you, for a while?
Nick: I'm sure you're upset with me for not telling you.
Victor: You lied to me. You know how disappointing that is?
Amber: Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.
Colleen: Uh, no, it can wait.
Amber: I was just on my way out and saw you. How's it going?
Colleen: Fine. You?
Amber: Wonderful. You know, I really enjoyed auditing Adrian's class this morning.
Colleen: He's a good teacher.
Amber: Do you think any of the other students could tell?
Colleen: Tell what?
Amber: That he and I spent the night together?
Colleen: Oh. No, I think your secret's safe.
Amber: Good. I wouldn't want Adrian getting in any trouble. I know it's not like I'm really his student, but you know how people are. They get weird about that kind of thing.
Colleen: Yeah. I have some reading to do.
Amber: Oh. Okay, um, that's cool. I -- I need to go anyway. See you next class.
Jack: We need to talk.
Ashley: Don't tell me we've run out of coffee.
Jack: I just had a little conversation with Abby. She is under the distinct impression that Ji Min is a friend of mine.
Ashley: Well, the two of you have become rather chummy.
Jack: This isn't funny.
Ashley: I didn't say a word to her, Jack, if that's what you're wondering.
Jack: Then she put it together on her own, with Ji Min's visit to the house.
Ashley: Well, obviously. She's a very perceptive little girl. She notices things
Jack: Okay, I need you to do something for me. I told her that Ji Min was there to see you, as your boss. Can you back me up on this?
Ashley: You want me to lie to my daughter?
Jack: I want you to tell her that he came by to talk about work.
Ashley: No, Jack.
Ashley: I said, no, Jack. It's bad enough that I'm a part of your deception. I will not pull my child into it as well.
Nick: I had my reasons for not telling you.
Victor: I'd like to hear them.
Nick: Well, for starters, you were very sick. You were having all these delusions. Nobody knew if you were gonna get better. I didn't wanna burden you with something like this.
Victor: You should've come to me at the very beginning.
Nick: You were in India or something. Nobody knew where you were or how to get a hold of you. Sharon was in trouble. I did what I had to
Victor: I'm sure you did. Then you could've ten I returned.
Nick: Like I said--
Victor: Look... the point is, I could've helped you. But you didn't ask your father for help, did you?
Nick: Why are you being like this?
Victor: Why am I being like this? Do you know how disappointing that is? To know that my own son, when he's in a difficult situation, doesn't come to me for help? It's not a weakness to ask your father for help, you know?
Nick: I'll remember that next time.
Victor: Well, hopefully, there won't be another time.
Phyllis: Well, I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.
Lauren: Ah, yes. Fighting and making up-- all part of the joys of being married.
Phyllis: Right. You and Michael-- you have a good thing, right? I mean, you tell each other everything?
Lauren: Well, you know, most of the time. I can't talk to him about his cases.
Phyllis: Right. No, I don't mean that. I mean, husband and wife things.
Lauren: Did... did Nick keep something from you?
Phyllis: Mm-hmm. Yeah. I just found out.
Lauren: Do you wanna tell me about it?
Phyllis: Um... I really can't tell you about it. He promised to be honest with me and he wasn't.
Lauren: I'm sorry.
Phyllis: That's okay. We worked it out. Everything's fine now.
Lauren: But it hurts?
Phyllis: Yeah, it hurts. You can relate, right?
Lauren: Oh, boy, can I. Yes. One of the biggest arguments Michael and I ever had was when I found out he had lied to me. In fact, it could've...
Phyllis: It could've what?
Lauren: It was really hard. It was really hard on both of us. In fact, I think it's what sent me into premature labor.
Phyllis: Ah, okay, that explains it.
Lauren: Explains what?
Phyllis: Well, when we were at the hospital, I just remember hearing him say, if anything happened to the baby, he... he would never forgive himself.
Lauren: I made him promise never to lie to me again.
Phyllis: Has he kept that promise?
Lauren: I was gonna say, I hope so. But the weird thing about lies is that when someone has broken your trust... how do you really know when they're telling the truth? (Telephone ringing)
Lauren: Excuse me. Hello.
Michael: Is Phyllis there
Lauren: It's Michael.
Phyllis: Oh! Hey.
Michael: Uh... I have a question to ask you.
Michael: When... we were seeing each other a couple of years ago... there's a place in my old office-- it's where we liked to have sex. Where was it?
Phyllis: Um... huh?
Michael: I know this is... a rude question to be asking while you're standing next to my wife, but it's important.
Phyllis: Um... uh, you know what? I think--I think the, um... that swivel chair.
Michael: Yeah, that's it. Gotta go.
Phyllis: Right. Bye. Your husband--he, uh... he has a strange sense of humor.
Paul: Now do you believe me?
Michael: What the hell is Sheila doing here?
Michael: You said you found Sheila's body in Argentina.
Sheila: That's right. She's dead.
Michael: You showed us morgue photos.
Sheila: I'm here, so I can't be her.
Michael: So are you saying that wasn't her?
Paul: No, that was her.
Michael: But was she dead or wasn't she?
Sheila: Please, listen to me, please.
Paul: Obviously she wasn't.
Michael: What, was she just taking a nap?
Sheila: Please, Michael, I'm right here!
Michael: Who was in the photo?
Sheila: Help me, Michael! Help me!
Paul: You shut the hell up! He's talked to Phyllis. He knows who you are! So just can it! Listen to me, Michael. Listen to me. Look at me. Do you remember what it was like for Lauren last year when Sheila disappeared? What it did to her?
Michael: Yes, yes, I remember. Of course, I remember. She was terrified. We were all terrified.
Paul: That's when I decided I had to find Sheila. I started looking for her on my own.
Michael: Why didn't you tell me?!
Paul: I didn't tell anyone. I didn't want everyone getting their hopes up every time I had a lead that didn't pan out. There were all kinds of dead ends.
Michael: How did you find her?
Paul: Two days before Fen was born, I went shopping for a baby gift.
Michael: Yeah, the album-- the album. We got the album.
Paul: That was for you. I wanted to buy something for the child. When I walked up to the register, Phyllis was there-- buying baby clothes. I can't tell you why. There was something about her that wasn't right. I watched her. She was in a big hurry to get out of there. And when she left, it hit me.
Michael: It wasn't Phyllis.
Paul: So I followed her here. Then when I finally came and saw all this... I knew.
Michael: You knew? You knew what?
Paul: Michael, look around. Look around. Take a closer look. Look! Go!
Michael: Oh, my God!
Paul: It's an exact replica of your son's nursery.
(Cell phone ringing)
JT: Hey, you busy?
Colleen: Not really. What's up?
JT: Well, I was hoping we could get together.
Colleen: I can't.
JT: You just said you weren't busy.
Colleen: I'm not, but, um...
JT: Look, ten minutes, okay? I'll come to where you are. All right, where are you?
Colleen: It's not a good time, JT.
JT: Hey, don't do that. Can we just talk? Please?
Colleen: We can talk later.
JT: All right, promise me?
Colleen: I have to go. Bye.
Korbel: Uh, why are you smiling?
Colleen: I don't know. Why are You smiling?
Korbel: I wasn't sure you'd respond to my text message. I'm glad you did.
Jack: You might wanna think about this.
Ashley: I don't wanna think about it. You're wrong. You want me to lie to my daughter and I won't do it.
Jack: The last thing we need is Abby slipping and telling Victor what's going on. If he knows that I own Jabot, that you've known about it all along--
Ashley: I haven't known about it all along, Jack. I found out after the fact. I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut.
Jack: Okay, I'm sorry you got stuck in the middle of this. But now we have to take this seriously. There is a lot to lose.
Ashley: And I'm not sure I care anymore.
Jack: You better start caring.
Jack: You know why. You know what's at stake. It isn't just the fact that we could lose dad's company. Ash, Katherine could press charges. You really want Abby visiting you in jail?
Ashley: You know what I want? I want my life back, Jack! I want my life. You're good at this. I'm not. I hate having to worry about what I say to people and who I say it to. Especially when it comes to Victor.
Jack: Oh, great. This is really all about Victor.
Victor: I've got to be honest with you. I find it very disturbing that you would deceive me so glibly.
Nick: Even if I wanted to tell you, I couldn't. Brad swore me to secrecy. I promised him that--
Victor: Wait a minute. What about your promise to me, son? I thought you and I had reached an understanding. No more betrayals.
Nick: This wasn't a betrayal.
Victor: You're damn right it was a betrayal just as it was when you turned me into the federal authorities.
Nick: You were wrong. You broke the law. What was I supposed to do?
Victor: You should've stood by me! Showed some damn respect!
Nick: I have more respect for you than you will ever know. But that doesn't mean I go along with whatever you say. I am not Victor Newman 2.0. I'm my own man. I think for myself. I make my own decisions. And if you don't always agree with those decisions, I'm okay with that, Dad. Because I would rather stand up for what I believe instead of selling out for what I know is wrong.
Lily: Oh, hi, um, have you seen my husband? Daniel Romalotti?
Woman: I think he had to make a delivery. He should be back any minute.
Lily: Okay, thank you.
Amber: Ah, no! Stupid!
Daniel: Hey, you all right? You need a hand?
Amber: Ah! Just what I was looking for! My very own hero!
Korbel: So how are your classes going?
Colleen: Um, they're going well.
Colleen: Did you find another assistant?
Korbel: Not yet.
Colleen: Did you call any of the names I gave you?
Korbel: Every last one. Unfortunately, none of them are gonna work out.
Colleen: What are you gonna do?
Korbel: Keep looking, I guess. It's gonna be hard to find somebody, though.
Colleen: Oh, really? Why? Am I that hard to replace?
Korbel: Don't be modest. You know you're not the average student. You're bright, intuitive, curious.
Colleen: So was there any particular reason why you wanted to meet with me?
Korbel: Yeah, as a matter of fact, there is. Have you heard of the art history fellowship we offer at GCU?
Colleen: I think so. Why?
Korbel: I'd like to recommend you for it.
Jack: Well, gee, I am sorry your life has become so damn unbearable. I thought somehow you would be thrilled that I got Jabot back in the family hands. Since Dad had his heart and soul in it. Boy, what an idiot I was.
Ashley: You know what? Don't you dare try to make this about me. You're the one who's been doing the manipulating and the scheming. I never had a say in it, Jack!
Jack: Whoa, wait, if I had come to you beforehand--
Ashley: I would've told you I wanted no part of it.
Jack: Oh, so I did the right thing?
Ashley: Oh, the right thing? As if you even know what that is anymore.
Jack: If you're so damned miserable, why don't you leave?
Ashley: Oh, that's nice. So, what, you're telling me to move out of the house now?
Jack: I'm talking about leaving the country. Get on a plane and go far, far away.
Ashley: What the hell are you saying?
Jack: I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while. I didn't mean to get into it now, but what the hell.
Jack: You know Jabot's warehouses are overstocked.
Ashley: Because you cut the tie-in with NVP yeah, go on.
Jack: Asia has thus far been a market that Jabot has not done well in. I think it's a shame we don't have a better foothold. I wanna change that.
Ashley: We all wanna change that, Jack. What are you suggesting?
Jack: I'm suggesting we take full advantage of our relationship with House of Kim. I'm talking about sharing production and marketing strategies. Developing an Asian workforce. Building--
Ashley: So, what? You want me to pull together a team and... what, go there for a couple of weeks?
Jack: A couple of weeks? A couple of months? Whatever it takes to give us a good head start in the Hong Kong market.
Ashley: I see. And you think I'm that person.
Jack: Why not?
Ashley: Yeah, I get it. I-I get it. First you wanna send Carmen overseas, and then it's Billy's turn, and now it's mine.
Jack: You're the one who said you hated things here. I've come up with a solution.
Jack: You think about it, and you get back to me, okay?
Ashley: Sure, Jack.
Michael: So you found this place and figured out what it was. Then what?
Paul: Sheila wasn't here. But I knew it wouldn't be long before she came back. So I waited.
Sheila: Paul? You scared me.
Paul: I just saw you, saw you shopping. What are you doing here?
Sheila: I could ask you the same thing. Why don't you put the gun down? Geez Louise.
Paul: I got a tip that somebody I'm looking for might be here.
Sheila: Oh, you're on a stakeout?
Paul: Yeah. A stakeout. Your turn.
Sheila: Well, I was -- I was... what the hell?
Paul: What, you've never been in here before?
Sheila: No. I... what is this?
Paul: Yeah, I was wondering the same thing.
Sheila: Is that a crib?
Paul: It is. It's a whole nursery set up behind bars in an empty warehouse in a part of town that very few people see.
Sheila: Oh, my gosh, this is so bizarre.
Paul: Ya think?
Sheila: This is horrifying. Have you called anybody?
Paul: No. Should I?
Sheila: Yes. This is the creepiest thing I've ever seen. I -- I-- I have to get out of here.
Paul: No, maybe you should stay.
Sheila: Paul, what are you doing? I'm not staying here! This could be dangerous! Someone could come back. What are you doing? Let me go!
Paul: Look at me.
Sheila: Let me out of here!
Paul: Look at me.
Sheila: I'm looking at you. Is that what you wanted? Are you gonna let me go, or what?
Paul: No. I don't think so, Sheila.
Paul: Get behind the bars.
Sheila: You're going nuts.
Paul: Get behind the bars.
Paul: And I've had her locked up here ever since.
Phyllis: Hey, ready to go?
Lauren: You know, I just-- I feel like there's something I'm forgetting.
Phyllis: I can't imagine what you'd be forgetting. Look at that diaper bag. It's huge.
Lauren: But you know what it's like when you have a baby. You gotta bring the whole kitchen sink. Uh, maybe-- maybe Fen's not gonna be warm enough.
Phyllis: Oh, it's not that cold out there.
Lauren: Yeah, but I don't want him to catch anything.
Phyllis: Oh, he won't. Listen, it's gonna be a long winter. Don't worry. He'll need practice.
Lauren: I just-- I'm gonna change him.
Phyllis: Lauren? It's fine. We're fine.
Lauren: Okay. Maybe you're right. You know, I'm gonna make a phone call before we go.
Phyllis: You can make it in the car.
Lauren: Well, no, I need to do it here. Um, why don't you go?
Phyllis: We were gonna drive together, remember?
Lauren: But I don't wanna keep you.
Phyllis: You're not gonna keep me. Let's just go. We're gonna miss our appointments. Okay? All right! Wow!
Phyllis: Lauren? Are you all right? Let's go.
Daniel: So you're telling me you don't miss sunny southern California at all?
Amber: Oh, I miss some things. The clubs are great and the shopping. And you definitely can't beat the weather. But other than that? I'd have to say no. I like it here.
Daniel: Yeah? How about the boutique?
Amber: It's only, like, the best job ever. I mean, I spend all day helping people pick out what to wear. What could be better?
Daniel: Can't think of a single thing.
Amber: No, seriously. It's a blast! I love working with Lauren... and Lily. She's a really cool person.
Daniel: Yeah, you ain't gotta tell me. That's why I married her.
Amber: Her friend seems pretty cool, too.
Daniel: Yeah? Which friend's that?
Amber: Colleen. I like that she's smart, but she doesn't seem like a know-it-all. Or at least, she doesn't seem that way to me. Maybe I could be wrong.
Daniel: No, no, Colleen's awesome.
Amber: Yeah? How long have you known her?
Daniel: I don't know. Since before she went to New York for a little while. Two, three years? Her mom's outta New York, and, uh, her dad's here.
[Amber takes out her cell phone and calls Professor Korbel]
Colleen: Um... do you need to answer that?
Korbel: Not important. Where were we?
Colleen: The fellowship?
Korbel: Right, right. Okay, it'll be an incredible opportunity for you. You'd be getting hands-on experience working side-by-side with some of the world's foremost scholars.
Colleen: Hands-on, huh? Including you?
Korbel: Uh, no, I will be here at GCU.
Colleen: Oh, where will I be?
Korbel: I thought you knew. The fellowship is to spend a year studying in Rome.
Korbel: You didn't know.
Colleen: I had no idea.
Phyllis: Listen, Lauren, if, um, nothing's wrong, why are we not in the car?
Lauren: I think I-- I think I should just reschedule.
Lauren: I'm so tired all of a sudden. You know, uh, Fen was up all night. I haven't-- I haven't been sleeping. I just-- I think I'm gonna go next week.
Phyllis: Is something going on with you?
Phyllis: You're just tired?
Phyllis: Listen, is Michael helping out enough? I know he's busy with the case.
Lauren: Oh, Michael's terrific. He's just been-- he's been pulling these all-nighters working at the office.
Phyllis: Okay, so you're the only one getting up with the baby? Listen, Lauren, that is not right. That's not fair.
Lauren: No, I don't mind, really. I don't mind at all.
Phyllis: Do you want me to talk to Michael?
Lauren: Oh, please, don't. No, he's under so much stress. He doesn't need to hear about this.
Michael: Look at this place. Every detail... it looks exactly like Fenmore's nursery.
Michael: Which means... you were in my house. Weren't you? You were in my apartment! What were you planning, you sick freak?
Michael: You were gonna kidnap my son. You were gonna bring him back here. Weren't you? Answer me! Why didn't you tell me?!
Paul: I thought about it.
Michael: You should've.
Paul: And what would've been the point, Michael? So you could worry, too? And then why would I wanna drag you into this mess? I knew Lauren couldn't handle the idea of... Sheila being back in town, planning to steal Fen. She was already worrying herself sick.
Michael: Which is exactly why you should've told us, so we had a chance to protect ourselves.
Paul: And what would you have done? I thought the best way to give Lauren peace of mind was to show that Sheila was dead. Give her-- give her tangible proof.
Michael: That photo?
Sheila: Yeah, the photo. He was a regular Richard Avedon. He put me on a slab and then pointed a gun at my face. It was total coercion.
Michael: She was in a morgue on a slab.
Paul: I altered the photograph with my computer. Somehow, Lauren knew. She knew that Sheila was near. And she was gonna harm her. That's when I promised myself I would never let that happen.
Daniel: And finished!
Amber: That was fast!
Daniel: Well, I have changed a few flat tires in my day. This, uh, this spare-- this should be good for the time being, but you need to get into a garage ASAP and get a new tire on there.
Amber: I will do that. Oh, wait, here.
Daniel: No, no, you don't have to pay me.
Amber: Oh, come on! No, I have to give you something.
Daniel: Seriously, I'm fine.
Amber: Fine. Since you won't take my money, I'm just gonna have to find some other way to repay you.
Michael: When were you planning to tell the police about this?
Paul: I wasn't.
Michael: What, you were just gonna keep Sheila locked up here forever?
Paul: Michael, all I know, that every time the authorities have locked her up, she's escaped and someone has died. At least this way I can keep an eye on her myself.
Michael: Does Jeffrey Todd know?
Paul: No, JT has no idea. No one knows except me-- and now you. How did you find out?
Michael: Oh, I put a tracking device in your car. I didn't buy your excuse for quitting our investigation. I got suspicious. Now I know why your hands were so full.
Paul: You can't tell a soul about this. I mean it, Michael, not a soul.
Michael: Paul, how am I supposed to keep a secret like this?
Paul: You just do it. Every time you look Lauren in the eyes and you hold your little boy, you know it's the right thing to do. Besides, I'm gonna need the time to figure out what to do next.
Colleen: Hello. Where's Daniel?
Lily: Um, he got tied up with something at work. So... what happened with Korbel?
Colleen: We talked. And, um... you'll be happy to know that he pretty much wants to get rid of me.
Lily: What? What do you mean?
Colleen: Well, he wants me out of his life so badly that he's trying to get me to leave the country.
Lily: Wait, did he say that?
Colleen: Well, he may as well have. There's this fellowship in Italy. He asked me if he could nominate me for it.
Lily: What? Colleen, that's amazing.
Colleen: It is not amazing. Lily, he's trying to ship me halfway around the world. Do you know how that makes me feel?
Daniel: Are you serious?
Colleen: Oh, great.
Lily: What is she doing with Daniel? My God, that girl does not quit.
Victor: Ashley? Hello?
Ashley: Hi. I didn't--I didn't see you.
Victor: You seem distracted.
Ashley: Yeah, I am, a little.
Victor: Bad day?
Ashley: Bad day, bad week, bad everything.
Victor: Should we go into my office and talk a little?
Jack: Listen, I need you to do something for me. I want you to come out to the house, not to see me, but to see Ashley. And it's important that Abby's there when you come. We have a little problem. I think this'll straighten it out.
Victor: Having too much product in hand is not a good thing. What does Ji Min intend to do about it?
Ashley: He hasn't really come up with a strategy. One suggestion is that I go to Hong Kong and... handle the situation personally.
Victor: Do you wanna do that?
Ashley: I don't really know what I want.
Victor: What's the matter?
Ashley: It's all such a mess.
Victor: What is?
Ashley: Ever since my father died... there's been so many changes at Jabot. And so many things that I don't approve of.
Daniel: I'm sorry about the mix-up.
Lily: So where were you?
Daniel: I was delivering a package. And on my way back I saw Amber's car on the side of the road. She had a flat tire. So I asked if she needed some help.
Lily: Mmm. So why didn't you call?
Daniel: Because I'm an idiot and I forgot.
Lily: Yeah, you are.
Amber: Here you go!
Daniel: What's this?
Amber: I told you I'd find a way to repay you for coming to my rescue. Thanks again.
Amber: You're a very lucky girl.
JT: Okay if I sit down?
JT: I didn't know you were gonna be here, if that's what you're thinking. I know you don't wanna talk to me right now.
JT: No, let's just-- let's just not-- not get into anything, okay? Let's go back to the loft. I'll whip up some pasta, put in "Napoleon Dynamite' in the DVD player. I know how much you like that movie. And just forget about everything, all right?
Colleen: I'll go back to the loft.
Colleen: But only to pack my things.
JT: What are you talking about?
Colleen: I'm moving out.
Lauren: Hey! This is quite a hug.
Michael: I'm just glad to see you.
Lauren: What is it?
Michael: Well... I love you... a lot.
Lauren: I love you a lot, too.
Phyllis: Hey! Do I get a hug and kiss, too?
Michael: Uh... Phyllis.
Phyllis: What? Yeah? What's wrong?
Michael: Nothing, I'm just surprised you're still here. I thought you'd be gone
Phyllis: Oh, I could leave, if you want.
Michael: No, don't be ridiculous.
Michael: Sorry. Um, how was everything at the hospital?
Phyllis: Oh, we didn't go.
Michael: Why? What's up?
Phyllis: Nothing. It's just, Lauren-- she wasn't-- she wasn't feeling very well, so we rescheduled.
Michael: Not feeling well? How? Why?
Lauren: It was nothing. I'm--I'm tired. You know, I haven't been sleeping well.
Phyllis: Hey, you! You don't look like you're sleeping well either. What's going on with you?
Michael: Oh, me?
Lauren: You actually look tired.
Phyllis: And weird.
Michael: Just, uh-- I'm sorry.
Sheila: What are you looking at?
Sheila: It's a waste of time.
Sheila: What is?
Sheila: Trying to figure out a way out of here. You built it. Remember?
Sheila: If there was a way out, you should know what it is.
Sheila: Shut up! Shut up!
Sheila: Face it... you're stuck in here.
Next on "The Young and the Restless"...
Nick: I told Brad that you know everything.
Phyllis: How'd that go?
Brad: He told Phyllis I'd killed two men like he was telling me about a staff meeting.
Victoria: Brad, calm down.
Brad: Don't tell me to calm down!
Jack: I did everything I have done, for the family.
Ashley: You did it for yourself!
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