Y&R Transcript Wednesday 5/2/07

Y&R Transcript Wednesday 5/2/07 -- Canada; Thursday 5/3/07 -- U.S.A.


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Nikki: Our daughter-in-law-- the felon.

Victor: It would be nice if our family could stay out of the limelight for just one day.

Phyllis: All right, Summer is out like a light. She put her fist in her mouth. She was done.

Michael: You're lucky the judge didn't ask you to post her as collateral.

Nick: That's funny.

Phyllis: Yeah. Yeah, it is. It's funny. We need jokes now. We do. We need jokes. It helps me out. Everything is fine. Summer is fine. I'm out on bail. You have another one for me?

Michael: I got nothing.

Phyllis: No? Come on, you gotta have something. How about a plan, Michael? You have that for me? Please, you've gotta get me out of this.

Michael: Let the record reflect that my client's comments are covered by both attorney/client and spousal privileges. You will never repeat said comments outside of present company. Is that clear?

Phyllis: Crystal.

Michael: All right. Let's review. You found out this damaging information about Brad and Sharon.

Phyllis: Yeah, um... I overheard it.

Michael: In a public place?

Nick: The athletic club.

Michael: And you told Brad that you overheard this information, correct?

Phyllis: Uh... yes. Yes, but--

Michael: No "buts" "buts" are bad. No "buts." Uh, so, you told Brad, who desperately wanted to keep anyone else from finding out about his affair. Maybe he even sought your help in keeping things quiet. That is not extortion. That is... a desperate, guilty, cheatin' man in action.

Nick: (Snaps) that's good. He's good. What would you do if your best friend wasn't a lawyer?

Michael: All right, let's, uh, focus. Now, um... nothing in writing?

Phyllis: No, nothing.

Nick: More good news.

Phyllis: Yeah, uh, it would be, except for the waiter.

Michael: Waiter? What waiter?

Phyllis: Um... I-I spoke to Brad and Sharon's room service waiter. Um, I kind of-- I kind of spoke to him. Just, you know, to soften the blow.

Michael: Mm-hmm. Dare I ask what you did with the information you gleaned from this encounter?

Phyllis: I mentioned it to Brad.

Michael: Of course you did.

Nick: You threatened him?

Phyllis: Is that bad?

Michael: Yeah.

Kevin: Ooh!

Gloria: Don't you dare touch those muffins. Not another step! Do you have any idea how long it took me to bake those things for William?

Kevin: Since when is buying muffins at Crimson Lights baking?

Gloria: Since his first wife was a domestic goddess.

Kevin: Ah. So this is the new reality game show-- "Baking for dollars"! Ka-ching! Ka-ching!

Gloria: Don't be so crude! I want William for a lot more than his money.

Kevin: Yeah.

Gloria: That's why I printed out some of her old columns and she advocates cooking with all-natural ingredients.

Michael: Like arsenic? Because your relationship with the prosecutor is nothing short of poisonous.

Gloria: Don't you touch those things! I think me giving William a basket of homemade muffins is a lovely gesture. Just because they're not baked in my home doesn't make it a crime.

Michael: Unlike one that he is currently investigating.

Lauren: Honey, have you seen Bunny? You know, Fen can't sleep without--

Michael: Oh, Bunny! There he is.

Lauren: Thank you.

Michael: Sure. Let me whip this by you again. This man you're wooing-- this is the same man who could charge you with murder.

Kevin: More like manslaughter. Sorry--woman-slaughter. (Cell phone ringing)

Michael: Oh. Michael Baldwin.

Jack: Michael, Jack Abbott. Have you spoken to Phyllis this morning?

Michael: I have.

Jack: Well, the first phone calls starting coming in around 6:00 A.M. newspapers, drive-time disc jockeys--

Michael: Just say "No comment." Uh, let me get the facts straight before you go public. I'll keep you posted.

Jack: Thank you. Get back to me as soon as you can.

Sharon: Good morning.

Jack: Good morning.

Sharon: May I?

Jack: Absolutely.

Sharon: Jack? I know you're upset, but I thought it would be better if you didn't know and that's the only reason why I didn't tell you. It's called plausible deniability.

Jack: How does that work, Sharon? Because now everyone knows.

(Cell phone ringing)

Jack: Oh. Jack Abbott. Robert! How you doing, my friend? Well, I'm just sitting here having breakfast with my beautiful bride. Yes, indeed. Oh, look, that's gonna blow over. Let the news cycle take its course. Sharon and I would love to have lunch with you sometime. I can't wait for you to meet her.

Victoria: I'm all, uh, coffeed out.

Brad: Have you had your fill of roses, too?

Victoria: You know, I'm kinda busy here. Thanks for the gesture.

Brad: Okay, that's it. Time out.

Victoria: Cut it out! I'm not in the mood.

Brad: Well, neither am I. But I've taken enough of the blame for exposing Phyllis. I went to the police because your mother insisted on it.

Victoria: My mother?

Brad: She threatened to expose the extortion situation if I didn't file charges.

Phyllis: Yeah, thanks, Jack. Listen-- no, don't worry about it. Michael's all over it. (Doorbell rings)

Phyllis: Uh, someone's at the door. Hang--hang on one sec. Look, it's your wife. It's your wife. She's at the door. Yeah, all right, thanks for calling. Thanks, Jack. Are you here to gloat, Sharon?

Sharon: Um, you know what? I was expecting Nick.

Phyllis: Mm-hmm. We posted bail. Surprised? By the way, when you see Brad-- which I'm sure you will-- tell him thank you so much for making my wedding day so memorable.

Sharon: Mm-hmm.

Phyllis: Were you in on this?

Sharon: Me? What reason would I have to throw you under the bus, Phyllis? Oh, you mean, because you let people think the worst of me when those photos came out? When you could've just said, "Hey, I was there and that really was an accident!"

Phyllis: Oh, so this is payback?

Sharon: Well, you know, am I gloating a little? Yes. But did I have anything to do with your being arrested? No, you did that on your own.

Phyllis: Right.

Sharon: Honestly, I think that Noah has been through enough recently. And thanks to you, he'll have to go through more.

Phyllis: You're right. I'm sorry.

Sharon: Not good enough. You did not care what this would do to Brad's marriage or to mine. You didn't care about Summer. You didn't care about Noah. Because if you had, you would've thought about the consequences of this in the first place. And now you're stuck. Who's gonna raise your baby, Phyllis? Grandma Nikki?

Phyllis: That can't happen.

Sharon: Oh, yes, it can. And I hope you get exactly what you deserve.

Victor: You probably feel like your wife betrayed you.

Nick: Betrayed, hurt-- pick an adjective.

Victor: You want my advice?

Nick: That's why I'm here.

Victor: Whatever you do, make sure that your daughter is your priority. Therefore, Phyllis must not go to prison.

Nick: Agreed.

Victor: You and I are married to very volatile wives. Great times. But the downside is, that you gotta expect the unexpected.

Nick: Dad, Mom running for senate is unexpected.

Victor: Mm-hmm.

Nick: My wife going to prison is a total disaster.

Victor: I agree.

Nick: So what do you think we should do?

Victor: You may not like what I have to suggest. I think she should plea bargain.

Nick: Dad, she'd... have to plead guilty.

Victor: That's right.

Nikki: "I stand before you today both excited about Wisconsin's future and mindful of its rich history."

David: Drop the both.

Nikki: Okay. "I stand before you today excited about Wisconsin's future and mindful of its rich history. I entered this race--"

Victoria: Excuse us, David. Now.

David: I'll grab some coffee.

Victoria: When were you gonna tell me that you forced Brad to go to the police?

Nikki: Well, I knew he would tell you.

Victoria: I'm sorry, that--that doesn't sound like an explanation. And I'm not hearing an apology for you dragging my marriage into your campaign.

Nikki: Honey, I am so sorry that your husband's infidelity got you in this mess.

Victoria: Mother! Brad's affair is our business. It's not for you to make public to use in your-- your damned campaign!

Nikki: Look, I'm new to this whole political game. You know I would do anything to protect you. But you have to think differently when you're a candidate.

Victoria: You threatened Brad! You--you gave him an either/or. What's the difference between that threat and what Phyllis did?

Nikki: No, I didn't threaten him. I just urged him to do the right thing.

Victoria: Even when your daughter becomes so much collateral damage? I find that disgusting!

Victoria: Do you remember what I told you I wanted to be when I grew up?

Nikki: Of course. You wanted to be the president of the United States.

Victoria: And I wanted to be like you. But I don't wanna be someone so callous.

Nikki: Sweetheart, I'm so sorry this has hurt you. I love you. You know that. Don't ever doubt it. Listen--

Victoria: That's all I keep hearing lately. "Listen--listen." I am so sick of people telling me to listen.

Nikki: Look, Brad's affair would've come out anyway.

Victoria: That is so ridiculous! It wouldn't have come out if you hadn't of forced it out! And don't tell me-- don't give me any nonsense about the heat of the campaign! You knew what you did. You used me.

Nikki: No, I didn't! I certainly didn't look at it that way. Phyllis pressured Brad, the way blackmailers do, and they never give up. I guarantee you she would've tried again and again and again until this whole thing came out! By going to the police, Brad became a victim, and you are his noble wife standing at his side, who incidentally has never been unfaithful. Honey, I thought about this long and hard. And I really believed I was doing the right thing. I know you don't wanna hear this, but Brad is the problem here. And when the dust settles and you can think about this more rationally, I will help you find the best divorce attorney there is.

(Knock on door)

Will: Come in.

Gloria: I hope I'm not interrupting.

Will: No. I don't think a short break will stop the wheels of justice. Come in.

Gloria: Oh, and you're so busy, I doubt you take time for a good, nutritious breakfast, so I brought you something.

Will: Well, that was very thoughtful of you, Gloria. Thank you.

Gloria: You're very welcome.

Will: You made these?

Gloria: Oh, just a little something I whipped up. Um, 100% natural.

Will: Well, they look delicious.

Gloria: Thank you. So what are you working on? Um, if I may be so bold.

Will: Uh, hazing at a college fraternity. Interesting case, but, uh, it's put me way behind on the Jabot thing. I know how important that is to you.

Gloria: Don't you worry about that. I understand completely.

Will: I have started a list, though, of people that need to provide a D.N.A. sample.

(Cell phone ringing)

Will: Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to take this.

Gloria: I understand.

Will: Excuse me. William Bardwell. Uh-huh. Yeah.

[Will steps out of the office, Gloria goes over the the file box and find�s the Jabot file and put it in her purse]

Will: Sorry about that.

Gloria: Not to worry, Mr. Bardwell. You're busy and I have a job to get to. So enjoy the muffins.

Will: Wait a second. Do you have plans for lunch?

Gloria: Well, I certainly do now.

Jack: So how goes it with the one-man wrecking crew?

Brad: Just keeping an eye on my real estate portfolio.

Jack: Kinda hard to shout blackmail when you're profiting from it.

Brad: I'm not worried.

Jack: Tell me something, Bradley. You claim to care a great deal about Sharon. You had to know this was gonna hurt her. What, revenge above friendship?

Brad: Listen, Jacko, you may have Sharon fooled, but you and I both know your real concern is for your political campaign, not for your bride.

Jack: You're wrong.

Brad: Am I?

Jack: Did Sharon do this with you? Go to the police.

Brad: Why would she do that?

Jack: I don't know. I still don't know why you would. But I'm damn sure gonna find out.

Nick: Hey.

Victoria: Right now, you are the only member of our family that I can stand.

Nick: Thanks. You know what? I'm trying to figure out why... why Brad did this. Where's the benefit for him?

Victoria: Does anyone ever really know anyone?

Nick: What do you mean?

Victoria: You thought you knew Phyllis and look at what she did behind your back. I thought I knew Brad--

Nick: Oh, don't get started on him.

Victoria: Well, here's a trick question. How well do you think you know Mom?

Nick: Why?

Victoria: She told Brad to press charges against your wife.

Nick: Who told you that? Brad?

Victoria: And she confirmed. She did it to benefit her campaign.

Nick: That is so sick.

Victoria: Yeah. Tell me about it.

Nick: Does Dad know?

Victoria: If he did, we'd all know about it.

Michael: I take it you called me here because you wanna discuss Phyllis.

Victor: Right.

Michael: And I can't. No more than I would discuss your personal legal dealings with her.

Victor: Okay, let me make this very clear to you. This case is affecting not only my company, but my family. So you must do everything in your power to make it go away.

Michael: Well, the person to convince is your son-in-law. If he tells the prosecutor not to go forward, the problem is gone.

Victor: I do not want to discuss this with my son-in-law.

Michael: Stop. Stop.

Victor: Listen to what I am saying to you. You better approach the prosecutor and you talk about a plea bargain.

Michael: Victor, I'm serious! I cannot discuss this case with you anymore.

Phyllis: Thanks.

Victor: Thank you. How is my beautiful granddaughter?

Phyllis: Mmm. She is amazing. She's in the nursery if you wanna check in.

Victor: Oh, she is?

Phyllis: Yeah.

Victor: Well, I'd love that.

Phyllis: Mm-hmm.

Victor: That'll make me go to work.

Phyllis: Of course.

Victor: Yeah. So sweet.

Phyllis: Yeah, hey!

Victor: What?

Phyllis: I guess they subscribe to the "Chronicle."

Victor: Oh. Well, don't you worry about them. They'll move onto the next thing soon enough.

Phyllis: Is it soon yet?

Victor: I want you to know that I understand why you did what you did. You wanted to help my son.

Phyllis: Thank you.

Victor: And I'm here to help you. I think together we can make some wise decisions, all right?

Phyllis: Okay, thank you. Listen, I wanna do the best thing for Nick and my daughter and the company.

Victor: And don't forget Jack's campaign.

Phyllis: Of course.

Victor: I've given this a lot of thought, you know? I think you should plead guilty.

Will: I've only got a moment. I'm waiting on your mother.

Michael: Yeah. Well, I have a proposal to make, William.

Will: Propose away.

Michael: The Newman board has a new election. Forget the stacked votes. No harm, no foul, no charges against Phyllis Newman?

Will: Nice try. My plea offer stands. I suggest you move on it quickly. It won't stand forever.

Gloria: Hello, Michael! I'm so sorry you're not able to join us. Excuse me. Thank you.

Michael: I have a client to meet. Have a nice lunch.

Gloria: Mm-hmm. Sorry about that.

Will: Um... I took the liberty of ordering.

Gloria: Thank you. William, I have a confession. I'm feeling a little embarrassed.

Will: About?

Gloria: When I told you about my dream the other night?

Will: Mm-hmm.

Gloria: About us being married.

Will: Mmm.

Gloria: You must think I'm very silly.

Will: Not at all. I'm flattered.

Gloria: Not threatened?

Will: Oh, hardly. The subconscious is out of our control.

Gloria: Only a very secure man would have that attitude. Good for you.

Will: Ah! Thank you!

Gloria: Thank you. Oh, my! I love spicy food. I do! You know I think everyone can use a little extra spice in their life. It's hot!

(Cell phone ringing)

Will: I'll get this for you.

Gloria: Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh.

Brad: Going down?

Sharon: Mm-hmm.

Brad: Regards from your husband.

Sharon: Oh, you talked to Jack?

Brad: I wouldn't call it talking.

Sharon: Yeah, I know what you mean.

Brad: He thinks we busted Phyllis together.

Sharon: That's ridiculous! And what is your excuse, anyway? You thrive on people hating you?

Brad: There doesn't really seem to be any way around it these days.

Sharon: Someone twist your arm? Vicki, maybe? I know she hates Phyllis, but she's not a masochist.

Brad: Not Vicki. Change a consonant.

Sharon: Nikki?

Brad: Bingo.

Phyllis: Your mother's behind this?

Nick: Why else would Brad go to the police otherwise?

Phyllis: Oh, my God. What was I thinking? What was I doing? What was I thinking?

Nick: I'd say you weren't. (Knock on door)

Michael: Oh, there you are. I bring news from William Bardwell.

Nick: Good or bad?

Michael: Well, he's offering a plea bargain. It may be the best you're going to do.

Phyllis: He wants jail time, doesn't he? That's what he wants. How much?

Michael: Six months.

Nick: Thank you, Mother, for ruining my wedding day. You know, I would've thought you'd like to see me happy, but I guess I was wrong.

Nikki: Nicholas, I didn't realize the timing would be what it was.

Nick: To coincide with the ceremony? Yeah, why take the chance? When I heard that it was Brad, I half expected it, but you, Mother?

Nikki: Okay, I've been through this with your sister.

Nick: Humor me and do it again. Please explain to me why you'd ruin this day for me? And also the company with your last name on it?

Nikki: I understand that's how you see it, and I'm sorry you feel that way.

Nick: I don't believe you.

Nikki: You know, I have held my tongue for a very long time, but I'm just gonna say it. Neither one of my children married well.

Nick: That is a crock and you know it.

Nikki: Brad cheats on Victoria and Phyllis blackmails him over it? What kind of people do this?

Nick: Right. And you have no responsibility in it.

Nikki: I like to think that I accomplished some good. Now I have interviews the rest of the afternoon. Excuse me, I have to prepare.

Sharon: Oh, Jack! Hey! Um, I'm glad I ran into you. I've been having a really rotten morning.

Jack: Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Sharon: Listen, I wanted you to hear this from me and not someone else. Um... it wasn't Brad's decision to go to the police.

Jack: Who, then?

Sharon: Picture a remake of "The Godfather." Only female.

Jack: Nikki?

Sharon: Yep.

Jack: Does Victor know this?

Sharon: I don't know.

Jack: Well, let me just--

Nikki: He's not in his office.

Jack: Well, if it isn't the Godmother herself. Where might I find your husband?

Nikki: I believe he's at the athletic club. Tell him anything you like. Even he can't get you out of this mess.

Jack: Just keep underestimating me, Nikki. It'll only be better when I prove you wrong.

Michael: You would root for the cubs if they were 0 and a zillion. You are the most pathetic fan.

Kevin: There's something to be said for loyalty, Michael. Come on.

Michael: What are you doing?

Gloria: This is not good.

Michael: Gloria...

Gloria: There's D.N.A. evidence from sweat in the gloves and autopsy notes.

Kevin: Oh, couldn't keep your cool, huh?

Michael: The D.A.'s file on the tainted cream. Where did you get this?

Gloria: From William.

Kevin: What did you do, shake your muffins at him?

Gloria: I borrowed it.

Kevin: No, you stole it.

Michael: You're insane.

Lauren: Okay! I'm gonna take the baby for a walk. What are you guys up to?

Michael: Nothing.

Kevin: Nothing at all.

Gloria: Not a thing.

Michael: Do you realize the trouble you will be in if William finds out that this file is missing?

Kevin: Not if. When.

Gloria: Don't be so dramatic. He's not going to find out. But there's a lot of useful information in there.

Michael: No, no, no, no, not another word from you!

Kevin: Or you're gonna be holding your next bake-off in the state pen.

Michael: All right, now you can be roommates with Phyllis.

Michael: I'm a defense attorney. I'm an officer of the court in possession of evidence taken from the office of the prosecutor about a crime I just happen to know my mother committed.

Gloria: Do we have to involve the entire building, Honey?

Kevin: Hey, Lauren, hi.

Gloria: And Fen!

Michael: Well, going for a walk?

Lauren: Yes. We've established that. Am I missing something?

Michael: No. Nah. Just quality time in the park with Fenmore. Hey, baby!

Lauren: You know, I'm not even gonna ask. Okay, Honey, could you get the door?

Michael: Gotcha.

Lauren: Thanks.

Michael: Oh, have a good time.

Michael: Because of you, I'm lying to my wife again.

Gloria: Well, I'm very sorry, but you have to. Michael, there is important, confidential information in that file--

Michael: Confidential! Confidential means you shouldn't be looking at this! I'll have nothing to do with this.

Kevin: Unh-unh, unh-unh. I'm not gonna let her drag you into this any more than she already has.

Gloria: Michael... please... aren't you at least a little bit curious about what's in that folder that could affect my entire future?

Michael: Oh!

Michael: Okay.

Gloria: I love it when we all pull together.

Victoria: Morning.

Victor: Hi, Sweetheart. Quite a day, isn't it?

Victoria: Yeah. And it's still morning.

Victor: I'm trying to get Bradley to stop this madness. It's bad for business.

Victoria: It's not exactly a marriage-builder, either.

Victor: He's a real piece of work that husband of yours.

Victoria: So's your wife. You know, if you wanna start assigning blame, you should start with her.

Victor: What are you talking about?

Victoria: Mom was responsible for Phyllis' arrest, Dad.

Victor: How do you know that?

Victoria: She told me.

Nick: So Noah's next appointment with his therapist is...

Sharon: Um, tomorrow.

Nick: Right.

Sharon: And, you know, we have to talk to him about Phyllis.

Nick: Yeah. Before he hears it from somebody else.

Sharon: I'm not gonna lie to you, Nick. I hope that Phyllis gets exactly what she deserves. That said, I would make this all go away if I could, for Noah's sake.

Nick: I know you would. That's what I'm trying to do, too.

Sharon: And Nikki-- I know that she loves Noah, but getting his stepmother arrested? Over my dumb mistake with Brad? It seems like she didn't think twice about how that was gonna affect Noah. And what kind of a mother or grandmother does that?

Nick: She wasn't thinking of Summer either. I mean, she can't live without her mother.

Sharon: The whole thing is just so pointless.

Nick: Not to her campaign. You know, it seems like this family is just... falling apart. And I wanna protect Noah from that.

Sharon: So do I.

Victor: Now only a fool wouldn't see that going after Phyllis is bad for business. I've never taken you for a fool, Bradley.

Brad: Well, that's good to know.

Victor: It is also bad for Jack's campaign.

Brad: Then the state of Wisconsin may end up owing me a debt of gratitude.

Victor: You're in no position to disparage anyone's character, when yours is so lacking. Why don't you look at the larger picture? Go to William Bardwell and tell him to drop the charges against Phyllis. And then, remove yourself from the board of directors.

Brad: You know, it's interesting. You seem to care more about Jack than your own wife or your daughter. I'll tell you what. You put on a big "Vote for Nikki" button, and then maybe I'll reconsider.

Victor: All right. Uh, Jack is my candidate, okay?

Nikki: Well, there's that good old family spirit! May I have a word with Victor?

Brad: He's all yours.

Nikki: What are you doing? Setting up a golf date with your son-in-law?

Victor: Trying to do a bit of damage control.

Victor: I know what you've done. I just wish you had consulted with me before.

Nikki: Why, so you could talk me out of it?

Victor: No, perhaps you might've been able to talk me into it.

Nikki: Well, how would that be possible when Jack is the only person you trust?

Victor: It's called spin. I have my reasons.

Nikki: Ah.

Victor: You and I have the same goal-- to restore N.V.P. to the "N" and the "V." And then banish Jack Abbott to the east of Eden.

Nikki: And who would that spin be for? Look, Jack repaid your loan. Strike one. You can't or won't prove that he owns Brad. Strike two. Three and you're out. In the meantime, I'm batting 1,000 here. Why don't you come over and join my team? It'd be a lot more exciting.

Brad: Ah, there you are. For you.

Victoria: Coffee beans.

Brad: Not just any coffee beans. They're the best in the world. Special ordered from Crimson Lights. Hacienda la Esmeralda from Panama. A pound of caf, a pound of decaf. We can blend them together ourselves. That should make you happier and it won't hurt our baby.

Victoria: And you think that I'm irritable due to my lack of caffeine?

Brad: I think you're irritable because I've been the biggest jerk in the western world.

Victoria: More colorful names come to mind, actually.

Brad: I know I've made so many mistakes.

Victoria: Well, I hope you're not waiting for me to contradict you.

Brad: I'm not. I just want you to know that I will gladly spend the rest of my life trying to make this up to you.

Victoria: Sounds more like debtors' prison than marriage.

Brad: I want our marriage, Victoria.

Victoria: Why don't you make a fresh pot, light on the caffeine and, um... we'll go from there. That's about all I can do for today.

Phyllis: Remember when we formed N.V.P. and you were so excited to work with me?

Nikki: Yeah. That's when I could actually trust my business partners.

Phyllis: What I did was wrong. I know that, but...

Nikki: I know, I know, I know, you did it for Nicholas. I've seen this movie before.

Phyllis: Okay, listen, business aside--business aside, let's just really talk here. If you want me to beg, I'll beg. I'll beg. Please, please, go to Brad and tell him that you do not want your daughter-in-law going to jail.

Nikki: Why would I do that?

Phyllis: You would do that for your son. You would do it for Summer. I am her mother. She needs me.

Nikki: You should've thought of that then before you plunged the machete in my back.

Michael: D.N.A., yadda yadda yadda. There's nothing here of much use so--oh. Wait a minute. Oh, there we go. Uh-oh.

Kevin: What?

Gloria: What?

Kevin: Hey, look who's back!

Gloria: Hey, Lauren, Fen!

Michael: Hey.

Lauren: Okay... what are the three of you hiding?

Michael: Oh, hiding...

Gloria: Not a thing!

Lauren: Uh-huh. All right, well... you have the option-- you can tell me now, or you can tell me later. But don't let me find out by myself. Okay?

Michael: She's right, you know?

Kevin: Yeah, yeah, yeah, rewind to "Uh-oh."

Gloria: What did you see in the file, Michael?

Michael: Oh... the, uh, subpoena list for the D.N.A. tests. You're at the top.

Sharon: Um... I'm sure I'm the last person you wanna see right now.

Sharon: Look, um... I'm really sorry, not only for what I-- for what Brad and I did, but for keeping it a secret. I thought I was doing the right thing. With all my heart, I wish I could go back and change it.

Victoria: What, um... would that be the sleeping with my--my husband part, or the getting caught-- getting caught part? Or maybe... giving Phyllis what she needed to... you know what? Forget it. Are you finished?

Sharon: Yes.

Victoria: Good, then if you'll excuse me, I have to go home. Ow! Ow!

Sharon: Victoria, what is it? Are you okay?

Victoria: I don't know. Uh... oh, cramping! Ow! Something's wrong.

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

Kay: Cane said no to my offer.

Gloria: So we got our plan straight, right?

Kevin: We'd better. I love you, but I'm not willing to risk jail time.

Lauren: If that doesn't prove that Jack owns Jabot, I don't know what does.

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