Y&R Transcript Thursday 1/11/07 -- Canada; Friday 1/12/07 -- U.S.A.
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Dru: oh, no! Aah! Sharon!
Sharon: Hey! Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's just me.
Dru: Oh, my God, I came home, and my clothes were all cut up. They're--look! Look, look, look!
Sharon: No. Dru, don't go in. Okay, don't n the apartment.
Dru: Okay. All right.
Sharon: I'm calling the police. Don't go back in there.
Amber: Few scholars know that after Michelangelo spent four years painting the Sistine chapel-- which he finished in...
Amber: Yeah. He took up edible body painting and spent the next four years using his girlfriend as his canvas.
Amber: Hmm. Interesting.
Korbel: Is this your subtle way of asking for a refill?
Amber: Well, I hate to drink alone.
Korbel: I got all these papers to grade. I'm not gonna be great company.
Amber: Well, everybody has to sleep sometime, and I hate to sleep alone, too.
Man: What's the address? Hold up. Can I bum a pen and paper?
Amber: Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure. Uh-huh.
Man: Okay. What was it? Yeah. Uh-huh.
Jana: Wow. That's an amazing likeness, isn't it? Hmm.
Lily: I swear, I can't even go to class. Everyone is talking about it. "Oh, did you see that thing on TV? Her mom attacked, the lady who was murdered."
Colleen: Sweetie, it did look pretty bad.
Lily: Okay, I swear if one more person asks if my mom or brother killed Carmen, I'm gonna be the one charged with murder.
Sheila: Hey, fellas! I'm still here!
Paul: We can't kill her, Michael.
Michael: I was actually thinking of various ways that we... couldn't kill her. Not a gun.
Paul: No, no, I wouldn't-- that would be way too messy.
Michael: Same thing with a knife. Poisoning? I could get Kevin to cook up a special order. To go... literally.
Sheila: I can see inside your heads! What are you going to do with my body after you've killed me?
Michael: She's right.
Paul: She can't stay here.
Michael: Remember who she is. She's a person so twisted she got plastic surgery to look like my best friend. And why she's here... to insert herself into my life, to kill my wife, to take my son.
Michael: You know the man I used to be-- you more than anyone. I worked so hard to change, and I don't want to be that person again. But, Paul, I want her gone. I want Sheila gone for good
Phyllis: All right. Good job. Two walks in a day.
Lauren: Yeah. Fen really enjoyed the fresh air. Didn't you, sweetie? Here you go.
Phyllis: We should take a Victory lap, huh?
Phyllis: Why don't you call Michael and tell him what you did?
Phyllis: Yeah, absolutely.
Michael: Michael Baldwin.
Sheila: Help me! People, someone, help me!
Sheila: Help me! Ok, that's some flat hair.
Michael: Hey! Sweetie. I'm so sorry. I lost the signal. so what's up?
Lauren: Where are you? Who was calling for help?
Michael: oh. I'm at the grocery store. I'm shopping for diapers, and--and this woman thought someone had stolen her purse, and it turned out it was just under her own groceries. Lauren?
Lauren: I'm sorry. I... was just thinking about how long it's been since I went shopping.
Michael: How are you feeling?
Lauren: Actually, big news. Um I went for two walks today with Phyllis.
Michael: Oh, that's great!
Sheila: I need to plan better.
Paul: What are you talking about?
Sheila: By the way Michael, I'm sure that was Lauren on the phone. I should've said, "Hi, Lauren. I can't wait to meet the baby."
Amber: You're really good.
Korbel: If you had to proctor an intro to art history exam, you'd doodle, too.
Jana: Professor McCreepy did a sketch of Colleen.
Jana: Yes. You know, I was talking with the very strange professor earlier about art and madness, how closely they're related.
Jana: He's an odd duck, that one.
Sullivan: Ladies. You reported a break-in?
Dru: Yeah, I went into my place, and all my stuff was shredded-- everything.
Sullivan: Okay. Déjà vu. Please wait till I clear the area.
Colleen: How did this David guy get the tape, anyway?
Lily: I have no clue. I don't think he'll stop until my mom is found guilty of something she didn't even do.
Colleen: Guilty? She's not even on trial.
Lily: Here. Let's sit down.
Lily: Look, um... Devon told me something. But you have to promise not to breath a word.
Colleen: Of course not.
Lily: He found a parking lot ticket from the Newman garage, that was punched around the time that Carmen was murdered.
Colleen: Oh. That looks really…
Lily: Yeah, then Devon tore it up.
Colleen: What?! Why?
Lily: Because he doesn't want Bardwell to suspect my mom.
Lily: You see? I shouldn't have told you.
Colleen, lily, I won't tell anyone.
Lily: No, I know. What I'm worried about is if I should. hour.
Lily: Just forget I said anything, okay? I'm just stressed.
Colleen: You know, on tape, when your mom went after Carmen like that, she must've been really angry.
Lily: She was. I know I was. And if I had been in the break room, then it would've been me whaling on Carmen.
Colleen: No, lily, I really don't think so. You just don't have that kind of a temper. But your mom? She does.
Sheila: Was that your wife?
Sheila: Be sure to tell the little woman that I'm available to take pictures of the two of you in bed, like I did with her and Brad.
Michael: What? You don't think I can?
Paul: Michael! Michael!
Michael: I can snap you like a dry twig, and God himself will call it justice!
Paul: Michael, she won't get anywhere near Lauren! Let go! Let go! Stop! Stop it!
Sheila: She'll find out about the other woman. We always do eventually.
Michael: It won't happen again.
Michael: Maybe we should call the FBI.
Paul: You know, I almost called them a thousand times. You know what stopped me? The minute you turn her over to them--
Michael: She could get away.
Paul: You know, it--it's your wife she's after. It's your son... which makes it your call.
Michael: I keep thinking about what could've happened if you hadn't caught her. Lauren would be in there... I could be killed... and she'd have Fenmore.
Paul: Are you sure you're ready to trust the FBI?
Michael: I don't know if I'm ready to trust myself.
Lauren: Michael's busy enough. And because of me, he has to go buy diapers.
Phyllis: Well, they let men do that, you know, without even showing their I.D.
Lauren: The point is, I should be the one doing it. I run a business. I am a capable person...
Phyllis: Of course you are.
Lauren: Who cannot leave the house without hyperventilating.
Phyllis: Come on, Lauren! Stop it. Listen, this is not your fault.
Lauren: Look at him.
Phyllis: Hey, um... why don't we take the kids to the park tomorrow?
Amber: Good. You're done. You seem tense. You know, I took a course in massage--
Korbel: Mmm, that's a lovely offer, but I have a department meeting with some faculty fossils who haven't relaxed since the stone age.
Amber: Hmm. Afterwards, then, hmm?
Korbel: not tonight.
Amber: Hmm. Well, another time then.
Korbel: Sure. I'll, uh, I'll call you later.
Amber: Hi there.
Man: Who's this?
Amber: Do you always give your phone number to girls you meet online?
Man: Amber. I'm glad you called me. Did you--did you like the photo I uploaded?
Amber: Don't know. Maybe it's just a cute friend. I won't know for sure unless I see you in the flesh.
Man: Well, what luck. If you're really in Genoa city, my, uh, my flesh may be geographically desirable.
Amber: and, say, available in... 20 minutes I'm at crimson lights. It's the coffeehouse by campus. Interested?
Man: Maybe. You didn't send me a pic.
Amber: Live dangerously.
Man: Well, how will I know who you are?
Amber: I'll recognize you. Oh, and, um, by the way, you never told me your name.
Man: It's Cane. Short for "Hurricane."
Amber: Mmm. I like it. Cool name. Well, I will see you soon, Cane.
Lily: Look, just because a person has a bad temper sometimes, it's not--
Colleen: No, no, no, no.
I have a bad temper sometimes, but your mom--lily, I'm not saying that she did it.
Lily: Good. Don't. Because she would never let one of us go to prison for her.
Colleen: What if... your mom is just waiting to see Devon's trial goes? She'll be in the courtroom every single day, hearing all the of the evidence. And you're right. You are. She would never let Devon go down for her. If it looks bad, she can step up at the very last second. But if it looks like he's gonna be acquitted, then she can just stay quiet and they both go free.
Sharon: Yeah, I'm here, Dru.
Sullivan: Okay, don't touch anything. I'm gonna send somebody by to dust for prints and check for forced entry.
Dru: That's it?
Sullivan: Mrs. Winters, there's nobody here but us. Whoever did this is gone.
Dru: Okay, I know who did this, detective. His name is David Chow. He came to Newman enterprises today to harass me.
Sullivan: Do you have any reason to believe that David Chow knows where you live?
Dru: It's called "let your fingers do the walking." A phone book!
Sullivan: Okay. Honestly, Mrs. Winters, there's so many people that saw that interview you did on the news that anyone could've done this.
Sullivan: Hey! Prints.
Dru: Okay? Hello? Hello? David Chow? Dav-- he hung up.
Sullivan: Okay, I would stay with your friend tonight until her husband gets home, and, um, lock the door behind me.
Dru: You-- you're just gonna leave? Thank you.
Sharon: Well, empathy is not her long suit.
Dru: No kidding! Does she actually think that I would cut up my own wardrobe?
Dru: Hello? Hello! Stop calling me, you bastard!
Sharon: Okay. Dru, listen to me. Let's--let's just leave Neil a note, okay?
Dru: All right.
Sharon: Get your things. We're gonna go and stay at my place.
Sharon: All right?
Dru: Okay, that's good. Yeah.
Sharon: Get your purse. All right.
Dru and Sharon: Aah!
Sharon: Oh, my gosh!
Dru: Come near us, you're gonna be very sorry.
David: Excuse me?
Sharon: You know, the police evidence people are on their way over here as we speak.
Dru: And your prints are all over my apartment.
David: I'm sorry, what are we talking about here? Did something happen?
Dru: yeah, Edward Scissorhands, you cut up my wardrobe.
Sharon: How'd you get into Dru's apartment, anyway?
David: What? You live here?
Dru: Oh, like you don't know it.
David: No, I was simply responding to an ad for a sublet in this building.
Dru: Oh, lord.
Sharon: Right, and that ad led you to this hallway, to this very door at this very moment?
David: I'd be happy to show you the ad, if you like.
Dru: No, no, no. Spare us. We're not stupid.
David: Look, Mrs. Winters, I just want an apartment, all right? Now I'm sure you'd understand that if someone you loved was brutally murdered, you'd have an invested interest to make sure that justice was done.
Dru: Okay. Okay. I get this piece. But what does that have to do with you stalking me?
David: Two conversations hardly constitutes stalking.
Dru: What about you breathing into my phone? Okay?
David: Really? And why would I do that?
Dru: I don't know that, but I know that you were downstairs just a little while ago.
David: You know something? I didn't do anything to you.
Dru: No, no, no, no. You want me to confess. Okay, first of all, she takes away my job, then she tries to take my husband.
Sharon: Okay, Dru, that's enough. Dru: And isn't it-- no, it's not enough, Sharon! She tries to take away my husband, and so I pick up a tire and hit her upside the head! That's the scenario in your mind. Now that's enough!
David: I can only imagine how upsetting it would be to come home and find that your place had been broken into and your clothes cut up... how truly terrifying that might be. No wonder you're upset.
Phyllis: Hey, Lauren. It's gonna get better every day. You know that. Soon, Michael will have to stay with fen.
Lauren: I know. I know.
Phyllis: Let's make this our goal. I-I have a good idea. All right, this-- this will be our new goal-- Fen will stay with Michael, and Summer will stay with her new boyfriend, and they'll have burping contests or whatever. And we are going to the NVP Retreat and get pampered-- massages, facials, the works.
Lauren: Oh, that sounds so good.
Phyllis: I know. It does, doesn't it?
Phyllis: So it's a date, when you're ready.
Lauren: I can do this.
Phyllis: Absolutely, you can do it.
Lauren: Because logically, I know there's nothing to be afraid of.
Michael: When's the last time you saw Lauren?
Paul: I don't know. A little after New Year's, I S. Why?
Michael: Did she seem okay to you?
Paul: Yeah, she, uh, maybe was a little tired. But with the baby, that's natural, right?
Michael: Today was the first time she left the house in weeks.
Paul: She doesn't even know Sheila's alive.
Michael: Not that. It's a panic disorder. She's being treated.
Paul: What do you mean? With medication?
Michael: Yeah. Yeah. Phyllis was over. She went on a couple of walks. Very short walks.
Paul: Yeah, but she's getting better, right?
Michael: You know, when I tell you that I-- I'm not sure I trust myself... everything I do depends on not making mistakes. And I answered my phone in front of Sheila. I grabbed her through the bars.
Michael: my head is full of Devon's case and every other case until it feels like it's gonna explode, when I know I should be focused on Lauren. But, no, Paul, she's not getting better because I'm not there enough to help her get better.
Paul: Go home. Go be with your wife.
Michael: You know what I really think of? You know what terrifies me? What if Lauren finds out Sheila's alive? That she's here? They don't make medications for that kind of panic.
Lily: Look, I-- I can't do this.
Colleen: Yes, you can, lily. Who cares what they think? Come on.
Colleen: You know, maybe you should talk to your dad about this or something.
Lily: No, no, I promised Devon I wouldn't say anything.
Colleen: I know you did, but maybe it'll help.
Jana: Good evening, ladies. The usual?
Colleen: Uh, yeah. Thank you.
Jana: You know, I saw that interview about your mum on the telly.
Jana: Well, it's a strange thing for that man to do, isn't it-- decide he knows better than the DA? lily's family.
Jana: I-I know. It's just such a dreadful thing not to cast a wider net. You know, especially when new evidence pops up. Did you know that Carmen's car was seen near here the night she was murdered?
Lily: Well, did anyone see her?
Jana: I-I don't think so.
Colleen: She was just driving her car?
Jana: I really don't know. I'd look into it if I was you.
Colleen: Thanks. Um, sorry, could you go get the coffee?
Jana: Sure. I'm off like a dirty shirt.
Colleen: All right. Thank you. Well, if Carmen really was driving her car that night...
Lily: Then she left the parking garage.
Colleen: Yeah, which means that your mom having a ticket to a lot doesn't mean anything.
Lily: Yeah, except that she parked her car.
Colleen: Which means somebody else is the murderer.
Lily: Who moved the body to the alley behind indigo.
Colleen: To pin it on your mom.
Lily: I mean, who would
something like that?
Colleen: Some... crazy guy who's tried to murder before.
Colleen: The only reason why I'm here right now, lily, is because he failed.
Lily: Looks good.
Jana: Here you go, ladies.
Lily: Oh. Thank you.
Colleen: Thank you.
Jana: Mm-hmm. You know, I keep thinking about my regulars, too. If Carmen was murdered around here, any one of them could have done it-- university students, faculty.
Colleen: Your boyfriend.
Jana: How much do you know about your professor Korbel's past?
Colleen: You know, he's not "my" anything.
Jana: Oh, he's your teacher, isn't he? That's all I meant.
Lily: Well, why do you ask?
Jana: Just curious. Where did he teach before, and why did he leave there?
Colleen: Well, if you're so interested, why don't you just ask him?
Jana: You know what? You're absolutely right. Yeah.
Lily: She's so... weird.
Colleen: She's with Kevin. Need I say more?
Colleen: And what is with all of these questions about professor Korbel?
Lily: Do you still call him that, even after, you know--
Colleen: Lily. Shh.
Colleen: Look, he asked me to call him Adrian in private. I did. But private is over.
Lily: Well, it can't be that private if you just told me.
Colleen: I tell you everything. You don't count.
Lily: listen, um... before, about, you know, my mom? You were very honest.
Colleen: Lily, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to upset you.
Lily: No, no, no. You didn't-- you didn't upset me. It's just, um, it's just time for me to be honest with you. I mean, you are with JT You know, you guys are living together. But it's obvious that you still have a thing for Korbel.
Colleen: I know. I keep saying that I should just turn around and be honest with JT
Lily: Well, at least just be honest to yourself.
Colleen: I just have to get over it. Professor Korbel did. He has--he has a girlfriend.
Amber: Much cuter than your picture.
Cane: Wow. Normally, blind dates are a step below a root canal. But in this case...
Amber: More like the happy gas?
Amber: Why don't you go get us some drinks? Green tea for me.
Korbel: Good timing. I, uh, I perfected the art of sleeping with my eyes open.
Amber: Well, don't you sound frisky. Hey, did you know that you left your keys at the coffeehouse?
Korbel: No, no, no. No absentminded professor jokes.
Amber: Seriously, I found them.
Korbel: Okay. How about you head over to my place and unlock it? I'll meet you there... if the massage offer still stands... or even if it doesn't.
Amber: Love to, but I'm all tied up. I'm still at crimson. Would you mind swinging by and picking them up? Hmm?
Lauren: Hmm. What color is this? I like it.
Phyllis: The color is "vamp."
Lauren: Ahh, vamp.
Phyllis: Uh-huh, it's very sexy.
Lauren: Now I'm just covered with drool.
Lauren: And not Michael's.
Phyllis: Oh, come on, Lauren. Believe me, you will "vamp" again.
Lauren: You promise?
Lauren: Are you speaking from experience?
Phyllis: Oh, yeah. Hot never goes away. It doesn't go away. I mean, nick and I-- we don't boil at the same time. At night, he rubs my feet, and I definitely want to... "vamp."
Phyllis: Then I feed Summer, and I come back to the bedroom and, of course, he's asleep.
Phyllis: Yeah. And in the morning-- in the morning.
Phyllis: Hello! Like every man, he is a "vamp"-ire.
Lauren: Yeah? But all you wanna do is sleep.
Phyllis: Of course!
Lauren: Yeah, of course!
Phyllis: Of course!
Lauren: And panic attacks-- boy, oh, boy--they don't exactly make the lady feel like a vamp.
Phyllis: No. No. But listen, soon, you're gonna put on your 3-inch heels, you're gonna walk into the bedroom with your lingerie... believe me, it's right around the corner. Hey, after our spa day, we'll do it.
Lauren: Ooh. Now that sounds like perfect timing.
Phyllis: And you'll be all relaxed.
Lauren: Mmm, then I'll relax him.
Phyllis: Uh-huh, and you'll dim the lights.
Lauren: Yes, and I will vamp him...
Phyllis and Lauren: Like he has never been vamped before!
Sheila: I love that you're here with me instead of your little woman. Married sex is so boring.
Paul: Why don't you get out of here? I'm gonna take off too. I could use a little sane female companionship.
Michael: Who are you seeing?
Paul: Uh, Maggie Sullivan.
Michael: Detective? As in, Detective Margaret Sullivan?
Paul: Yeah, we're gonna have some--
Michael: Hey, do you have a death wish?
Paul: We're just gonna have coffee.
Michael: Oh, coffee. Oh, "just coffee" until it's coffee with cream and sugar the next morning in your house?
Paul: easy, Michael.
Michael: Oh, easy? Easy? what, have coffee with the enemy? Sleeping with the enemy? Give the enemy the keys to Sheila's cell? Look, I got one word for you-- cancel.
Paul: Take me literally, Michael. We're going for coffee, nothing more.
Michael: Okay. Just make sure it's not Irish coffee. In fact, claim you have an allergy to alcohol.
Paul: We're taking off. I'll bring you something to eat in the morning.
Sheila: Don't bother. I'm going on a strike- a hunger strike, effective immediately.
Sheila: And, Michael? Tonight, when you go home and lie between your cool, crisp sheets, and put your arms around your wife... and when she tells you what a good man you are, just think of me, starving to death.
Dru: Oh. So did you check for the scissors in the-- in--in--you know, I have those poultry shear things? Maybe he used those to cut up my clothes.
Man: Yes, ma'am, I checked everything.
Man: I'm done here.
Man: Detective Sullivan will be in touch to get prints from the family members, to eliminate them.
Dru: Right. Well, you can tell her to check the top of her desk, 'cause God knows she has all of our prints. I'll show you out. Here you go. Bye.
Sharon: Wait, wait, wait.
Dru: What? What?
Sharon: Don't... don't answer it.
Sharon: It's an unidentified caller again.
Sharon: Do not answer it. That's what he wants you to do. This is his sick little game. If you stop answering it, he'll stop calling you.
Dru: Yeah. Hello? Hello! Answer me! You punk! Punk!
Sharon: That was effective.
Dru: You know what? I'm gonna star-69 Dave Chow's butt.
Lily: Who is that guy?
Colleen: Who knows? I honestly don't understand what professor Korbel could possibly see in her.
Lily: Maybe it's just a hook-up.
Colleen: He's so much better than that, though.
Lily: Colleen, you don't even know him.
Colleen: that night...
Colleen: He compared me to a statue in the Louvre. He told me that I was stunning and beautiful. And, lily, when he touched me... he really meant it.
Lily: Maybe that's his thing, you know? The way that he seduces girls. And now he's making amber feel beautiful, too.
Colleen: Do you really think that?
Lily: I don't know. I...
Lily: I don't know what I think anymore about anything-- my mom or...
Colleen: I keep thinking about that fellowship in Italy. Was that his way of breaking up with me?
Lily: He can't break up with you. He's not with you. and he drew the most amazing sketch of me. I mean, you don't draw somebody that doesn't mean anything to you, do you? I know I sound like an idiot. I really--
Lily: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, Korbel drew you?
Colleen: Yeah, and then accidentally-on-purpose made sure I saw it.
Lily: Okay, well, everything that he told you about why he couldn't be with you--you know, that he's a teacher, you're a student...
Lily: That's still true. But... he drew you? I mean, that's-- that's really romantic.
Amber: Hi, Adrian. Um, this is my friend Cane. Cane, Adrian.
Korbel: Nice to meet you.
Cane: You, too.
Amber: Adrian is an art history professor. He's brilliant.
Korbel: Thank you for the vote of confidence.
Korbel: My keys?
Kevin: This is gonna be fun. Hey, professor Korbel! How's it going?
Paul: Wow. You look nice.
Sullivan: Oh. Well, thank you.
Paul: Didn't recognize you.
Sullivan: You look--
Paul: Just kidding.
Sullivan: You look the same.
Paul: Yeah. I do, don't I?
Paul: Um... busy day.
Paul: I'm gonna go get something.
Sullivan: No, no, no-- a tall latté with extra cream and, uh, yeah, I remembered from the last time that we had coffee.
O very observant.
Sullivan: Yes, I am. That's A... lovely shade of eggplant you're turning there.
Paul: thank you.
Sullivan: So what really happened?
Paul: you know, I have a confession to make... I didn't really run into a door.
Paul: I went four rounds with Evander Holyfield.
Sullivan: Four? How come I don't believe that, either?
Lauren: how long?
Phyllis: Yeah, like the--hey!
Phyllis: It's a d, it's a plane...
Michael: There's my beautiful bride.
Phyllis: It's diaper man!
Lauren: Yay! Just in time, because I am on my way! Out.
Michael: Oh. Ugh, I did an unreal--
Michael: I, uh, must have left them on the checkout stand.
Phyllis: Oh, my.
Lauren: You're kidding.
Michael: You know, I'll go back. I'm so sorry.
Phyllis: I guess they do need an I.D. This is what happens when Michael's saving the world.
Lauren: No, honey, don't go yet. Fen's asleep. Just relax. Okay?
Phyllis: Oh! Relax. Okay, that's my cue. Okay, that's my cue.
Phyllis: I have to go. Nick I-is nuking some food...
Lauren: Mmm, excellent.
Phyllis: I'm starving, so...
Phyllis: What? Are you okay?
Michael: Yeah. I'm sorry. Yeah, sure. I'm great. Sorry.
Phyllis: Hey, uh... I'll call you tomorrow.
Lauren: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And listen, thank you so much for everything.
Phyllis: Oh, no problem.
Lauren: Hope dinner's good.
Lauren: Tough day?
Michael: Oh, you know...
Lauren: You hungry?
Michael: Maybe in a little while.
Lauren: So how many crazies did you have to deal with today?
Michael: Just one.
Michael: No, someone else. Nothing I couldn't handle.
Lauren: You seem tired. Are you?
Michael: Sometimes the weight of the world rests heavy.
Lauren: Well, you tell the world what I already know... you're a good man, Michael Baldwin.
Sharon: David, don't you have anything better to do than to stand around the hall of my friend's apartment building?
Dru: You gonna be here when my husband gets back home.
Dru: Oh, no? You're standing there, I'm standing here. What would you call it?
David: All right. You know something? I know you're not gonna believe this, but it's not personal. I just want justice done. Now if they end up convicting your son Devon--
Dru: Oh, don't. You leave him out of this.
David: If they end up convicting him when I know he didn't do it, it would be a grave injustice-- not only to him, but also to Carmen's memory.
Dru: Listen to me. I know that you broke into my apartment. I don't know how, but you cut up my stuff, you're breathing into my phone.
Sharon: And, you know, just because you blocked your number from caller ID or star-69, it doesn't mean we can't have your number traced.
Dru: That's right. So if you come near me or my friend or any member of my family, you're gonna wish you hadn't.
David: Well, that could prove to be a problem, because I took the sublet. We're neighbors. I'll invite you over for coffee real soon.
Colleen: What's he doing now?
Lily: Um, not paying attention to amber. So I think that answers your burning question.
Colleen: You know, um, how Jana asked why professor Korbel left his last school?
Colleen: I know.
Colleen: He told me.
Jana: the internet is a wonderful, wonderful thing. Guess who left his last job after one of his students was found dead?
Colleen: She was sleeping with another professor, and professor Korbel reported it.
Amber: Adrian has been a key player in the art department for a long time now.
Cane: Oh, tenured, eh? That's a good deal.
Korbel: Uh, actually, this is only my third semester at GCU.
Jana: And it gets even better. For $5 gazillion in world peace, guess who the police found with the body?
Kevin: Well, well, well.
Colleen: It was a suicide.
Jana: It's been called a suicide.
Kevin: Maybe it was.
Jana: Or maybe a very clever person-- like a certain college professor-- made it look like a suicide. Then he took a position at a different university, where he met a certain young lady. They met right here in the coffeehouse, perhaps. He took a fancy to her, she rebuffed him, and rejection enraged him. So he offed her, just like he offed his other student. Only this time, instead of making it look like a suicide, he made it look like a murder committed by somebody else. Do you see this?
Kevin: Mmm, you are so hot when you're excited.
Jana: Oh, I'm telling you, Kevin, I've got a nose for this sort of thing, and I smell a serial killer.
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Sullivan: You didn't even know Carmen. Why would you hurt her?
Kevin: Exactly, and I can prove it.
Will: I'm reopening the Jabot product tampering case.
Gloria: That's not quite what I expected to hear.
Neil: What the hell?
Dru: Yeah, Carmen's ex left me a message.
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