Y&R Transcript Thursday 6/7/07

Y&R Transcript Thursday 6/7/07 -- Canada; Friday 6/8/07 -- U.S.A.

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[Nikki and David kiss]

Nikki: Oh, my goodness. David.

Nikki: Yeah.

David: Wrong.

Nikki: Very.

David: It can't happen again.

Nikki: Never.

David: And it won't.

Nikki: I'm married.

David: That's right. That's right. And--and--and I work for you.

Nikki: We just... got caught up in a moment.

David: Right, I've... I wasn't thinking. I just...

Nikki: When you work together, that happens sometimes.

David: Right, right, I mean, these things happen. Great. Now it's awkward.

Nikki: I'm sorry.

David: No, no, I'm-- I'm the one, okay? I'm sorry. It was me. I never should've--

Nikki: I-I shouldn't have.

David: It won't happen again.

Nikki: We'll make sure of it. No more meeting alone.

Phyllis: I don't get it, Michael. Why now?

Michael: Brad could've been charged with perjury. He had to cut a deal with the D.A.'s office.

Phyllis: I'm done for, aren't I?

Michael: Not yet.

Phyllis: All right... so if I'm convicted, what's--what's the worst? Just...

Michael: The maximum is $10,000.

Phyllis: $10,000? That's doable.

Michael: And six years in prison.

Phyllis: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I can't-- I can't go to prison for six years. I cannot be away from my kids for six years. I have to see my son graduate from college and my daughter walk her first steps and say "Mama."

Michael: You haven't been charged yet. That's the absolute maximum. You could wind up with probation.

Phyllis: Oh, the D.A.'s gonna go for the max!

Michael: There's a lot of time between now and the day this goes to court.

Phyllis: I'm sorry I just snapped at you.

Michael: It goes with the territory.

Phyllis: Okay, all right, listen, let's-- what's gonna happen in six years? Um, Summer will be starting elementary school, right? We could go for my first option. I could leave the country. I always wanted to learn Mandarin.

Michael: You're not leaving the country.

Phyllis: Yeah, I-- yeah, that's a great option. Listen, you're an incredible attorney, but it will be a miracle not to convict me. A miracle! It's my word against Brad and Sharon's. And if, uh, little Miss Innocent up there turns on the waterworks, that's it. It's over for me.

Jack: You're willing to sell all your Clear Springs properties to me?

Brad: Interested?

Jack: Well, I was when I was developing the area. That chapter's closed. Why would I be interested now?

Brad: A one of a kind opportunity, Jack. Your words.

Jack: So is conflict of interests. It's why I sold N.V.P. I fully intend to win this senate race. Why would I wanna jump into that project now?

Brad: This is your creation, Jacko. Your vision. Tell me you don't wanna be involved.

Jack: I had no choice in the matter.

Brad: Well, now you do. This is your chance.

Jack: Nikki would be forced to deal with her opponent before she could finish the development. Boy, could you just see the look on her face?

Brad: I wouldn't mind seeing that myself.

Jack: That's what this is really about, isn't it? You wanna stick it to Nikki.

Brad: The thought never crossed my mind.

Gloria: William, Honey, come on in. I'm just about finished. Hey, what's happened?

Will: It's been a rough day.

Gloria: Are you sick or did you get some bad news about a case?

Will: Yes. And... yes.

Gloria: Honey, you just relax and I'll make you a nice cup of tea. How's that?

Will: No, not tea. Something cold.

Gloria: All right, how about, uh, how about some ginger ale?

Will: Yeah, and a couple aspirin. My head's killing me.

Gloria: Okay, okay. You work too hard, William, and we need to take that honeymoon or vacation-- call it whatever you like-- because you deserve it. You need it.

Will: We can't.

Gloria: I mean, just some tropical island. No phones, no televisions, just us. You know, forget about the rest of the world. Wouldn't that be nice?

Will: Yeah, I wish we could.

Gloria: Well, we can, Honey. Now you sit tight. I'll be right back.

Victoria: I knew this was gonna happen.

Sharon: Oh, hi, Victoria.

Victoria: Everyone knows.

Sharon: What? What are you talking about?

Victoria: Everyone knows. Why don't you turn on a TV? Someone leaked your grand jury testimony.

Sharon: What?

Victoria: Your affair with my husband is all over the news, Sharon.

Sharon: How did they get this information? I didn't talk to anyone.

(Cell phone ringing)

Victoria: Hello?

J.T.: Hey, it's me.

Victoria: Hi, me.

J.T.: I got some bad news for you.

Victoria: Sharon's testimony?

J.T.: You knew?

Victoria: You're quick.

J.T.: Well, not in the ways that count.

Sharon: This is unreal.

Victoria: So is this my pity call?

J.T.: No, you're not gonna get pity from me.

Victoria: Good, because we both know how well I do with that.

J.T.: This is a show of solidarity.

Victoria: That's nice. Nice to have someone on my side.

J.T.: Oh, not just someone-- the man of your dreams.

Victoria: That's funny. I never remember my dreams.

Sharon: These reporters are quoting me word for word.

Victoria: Can I call you back?

J.T.: Yeah. All right.

Sharon: This was supposed to be confidential.

Victoria: Yeah, like... like my husband was supposed to be faithful? That's funny. I guess I expected too much. Thank you so much for making my humiliation complete.

David: Why don't you take a look at these when you get a chance.

Nikki: More homework?

David: Mm-hmm. Senate bills. You need to be versed on all of them.

Nikki: All right... the executive budget.

David: Reducing the state deficit.

Nikki: Greenhouse gases.

David: Regulation and stiffer penalties.

Nikki: Prescription drug advertising.

David: That's right. Have you formed an opinion?

Nikki: Yes, have the announcer talk really fast.

David: Seriously. What is your opinion based on?

Nikki: Well, I watch television. I read newspapers, magazines. I go online. I'm a consumer, too, you know.

David: Well, that's all well and good, but you still need facts and figures.

Nikki: Okay. Is there gonna be a quiz?

David: Yes. And that's not a joke, all right? You need to know those numbers.

Nikki: No joke. I'll read 'em off my sleeves.

David: Not funny.

Nikki: Funny! Come on!

David: No, come on, this is serious. You have to know all of this, okay? We don't have a lot of time.

Nikki: I will. I will.

Karen: I will talk to Nikki about it, and I will get back to you, okay? I could use a good laugh.

Nikki: That looks like bad news.

Karen: Sharon's affair with Brad is out.

Nikki: Oh, my poor daughter.

David: Who was it?

Karen: Grand jury leak.

Nikki: More gossip. Not good.

Karen: Not good for Jack. Your opponent's wife slept with your son-in-law. The voters are gonna sympathize with your daughter.

David: This could translate into more votes.

Jack: Yeah, I guess I saw this coming. Thanks. Well, you're about to have a long day. Your affair with Sharon just hit the news.

Brad: What?!

Jack: My wife's gonna be thrilled. So is yours. Congratulations, you managed to humiliate just about everyone.

Brad: Oh, yeah, right, Jack, this is all my fault. Phyllis wouldn't have blackmailed me if I hadn't forced her into it.

Jack: Another reminder of why I should never do business with you.

Brad: Oh, now, slow down there. Don't let your personal feelings get in the way of good business.

Jack: What, did you steal that axiom from Victor?

Brad: I made my offer, Jack. What's it gonna be?

Jack: Okay, be honest here. You bough those properties so Victoria could stop me from razing a bunch of dilapidated buildings. I know she hasn't changed her mind. You really want your wife to get even angrier at you?

Brad: Soon-to-be ex-wife.

Jack: No kidding. What took her so long?

Brad: Yes or no, Jack? There are plenty of other investors who'd like a shot at this.

Jack: Yeah, I'm in.

Michael: I sang to Summer and she calmed right down.

Phyllis: Aw.

Michael: She must be tone deaf.

Phyllis: You're a good dad. Even though you can't sing.

Michael: Hey! Anyway... I know my wife talked to you about this, but I would really like you to come stay with us until you feel better.

Phyllis: Oh, no, no, no. I don't wanna impose.

Michael: You'd rather impose on Sharon? Look, uh, its ridiculous-- your staying here.

Phyllis: What are you talking about? We cleaned it up with the press.

Michael: One reporter. There's still talk all over town. This doesn't look good.

Phyllis: Michael, I haven't heard anything, since we cleaned it up.

Michael: That's because you can't move. Trust me. It's everywhere.

Phyllis: Well, then it's done! I might as well stay here.

Michael: Look, the babies can bunk together in the nursery. You can sleep in Gloria's old room. She's moving out!

Phyllis: Oh, good! That's great. Congratulations. Good. I-I-I actually am--am feeling pain from all this talk about moving. No, thank you.

Michael: Oh, I will get an ambulance to take you.

Phyllis: No, thanks! No, I don't need an ambulance! No!

Michael: This doesn't make any sense! You'd think you'd at least wanna be with friends! Why not?

Phyllis: Let me stay here and recover. Please.

Michael: Because? You're faking!

Phyllis: Oh, my God! I can't believe you'd say that to me!

Michael: Oh, you're really faking now! I can't believe it! I know why you're doing this. You're doing this so you can stay around Jack! I cannot believe you!

Phyllis: What?! Hello?

Michael: Hey.

Noah: Uh, hey, is my mom here?

Phyllis: Hey. Oh, no, she's out, Noah.

Noah: Oh, um, well, I made you this.

Phyllis: Oh, you made this for me? Get well soon. You drew all these pictures?

Noah: Yeah.

Phyllis: That's you. Look at that, he's a little artist. Look at that. That's me in my car, when I'm able to drive away.

Gloria: There. Now why don't I just loosen this tie and give you a nice neck rub.

Will: No.

Gloria: What? Okay. But when I get you home tonight, you're gonna take a nice, long, hot, relaxing bath and I am gonna pamper you until you go to sleep.

Will: There's nothing you can do to help.

Gloria: Come on, with these fingers? You know I give the best backrubs.

Will: Gloria, stop it! Please.

Gloria: All right. Would you tell me what's bothering you? Because I've never seen you upset like this.

Will: I solved the Jabot case.

Gloria: You solved the case? That's wonderful. I always knew you would. So can you talk about it? Or is it, uh, confidential? I mean, how did that cream get contaminated?

Will: I don't know. But that's not what matters. We have a DNA match for who did it.

Gloria: Hmm. Somebody who worked there? An employee, right?

Will: It was you, Gloria.

Gloria: Come on. Who really?

Will: Your DNA was a match, Gloria.

Gloria: Now you stop teasing me.

Will: I wish I was.

Gloria: You said yourself the lab cleared me.

Will: They ran another test.

Gloria: On everyone?

Will: Only you.

Gloria: Why?

Will: When I saw you at the club with Evan-- that day he did the parlor trick with the pens. You did the same thing with the DNA samples.

Gloria: That's ridiculous.

Will: I was watching you.

Gloria: Then the test is wrong. It has to be. It's wrong.

Will: It's an exact match.

Gloria: Labs make mistakes!

Will: Not this time.

Gloria: William, how could you think that I would do something like that?

Will: Believe me, I didn't want to.

Gloria: Well, Honey, it is a mistake. It's a terrible mistake. Now we are supposed to be celebrating. I'm moving into your house. I'm your wife. Now stop-- William!

Will: Gloria...

Gloria: William, I do not wanna talk about this anymore. Now I'm going in there. I am going to finish packing. We are going home. And we're never gonna talk about this again.

Victoria: Great. You've heard?

Brad: What gave it away?

Victoria: This just in-- Jack Abbott's wife in sex scandal with Nikki Newman's son-in-law. How's that?

Brad: Politics makes strange bedfellows, doesn't it?

Victoria: It's everywhere.

Brad: I think I'm gonna go home, work there today.

Victoria: How do you think this makes me feel?

Brad: Oh, I know how it makes you feel. It's all I've heard about for weeks!

Victoria: It's humiliating.

Brad: Oh, I'm thrilled having my personal life all over the media.

Victoria: You never once considered how this would affect me.

Brad: Oh, no, you're wrong. That's all I thought about. Every step I took, every deed, every move I made was about hurting you.

Victoria: Why are you acting so childish?

Brad: Forget what it did to me and Sharon. Drucilla died over it.

Victoria: What is wrong with you?

Brad: I had one goal in mind. Hurting my wife.

Victoria: Well, you accomplished that, didn't you?

Brad: It's all about you, Victoria. Isn't it always?

Victoria: I don't have to listen to this.

Brad: No, you don't. Leave. Be my guest. Don't let the divorce papers hit you on the way out.

Victoria: I can make this quick and easy on you or we can do it the hard way.

Brad: I vote for quick and easy. Be done with it.

Victoria: Good. We will. Just as soon as you sell those properties to my mother.

Jack: How the hell am I supposed to keep my campaign focused on the issues? Every five minutes there's another scandal.

Sharon: Well, my testimony was supposed to be secret. How did they get the information?

Jack: I don't know, but my lawyers are gonna find out.

Sharon: I'm sorry.

Jack: No, I don't blame you. I blame the situation. When that first leak happened, I knew some reporter was gonna dig up the rest of the story.

Sharon: Well, this happened before we got married. It shouldn't even matter.

Jack: It still affects my campaign. You're my wife. It's my scandal.

Sharon: Then we should've waited to get married.

Jack: No. No, I'm glad we didn't. I promised myself when my dad died I would never put my life on hold again for anyone or anything.

Sharon: So where's your trusty campaign manager?

Jack: Doing what he does best--damage control.

Sharon: All because of Phyllis.

Phyllis: You're overreacting.

Michael: You're faking an injury. Why would you fake an injury? Just go home!

Phyllis: No! No! I can't go home! Nick is there. I see him in my dreams. Now I'm seeing him when I'm awake.

Michael: I begged you to get therapy.

Phyllis: I can't do it. He's everywhere I go. Talking to me like nothing happened. Like nothing happened, just having conversations with me and he's all bloody and it's horrible. I can't do it.

Michael: The dreams are normal. And if they're bothering you that much, you need to go talk to someone.

Phyllis: Okay, okay, okay. In the time being, I'm gonna stay here.

Michael: You can't keep faking your injury.

Phyllis: What are you talking about? I have to stay here to recover.

Michael: At least be with friends. Stay with Lauren and me. The babies love being together.

Phyllis: No, no, no, no, no. I'm staying here.

Michael: I know why you're doing this and it is wrong for you to be turning to Jack for help.

Phyllis: What are you talking about? Jack and I are friends. We help each other all the time.

Michael: It's not fair to his wife.

Phyllis: What are you talking about? I'm here because of his wife. His wife hates me.

Michael: Well, she'd hate you a whole lot less if you would leave.

Phyllis: No. No. I'm gonna stay here. I'm gonna get Sharon to like me.

Michael: You're just gonna make matters worse.

Phyllis: Thank you for your vote of confidence.

Michael: Get out while you can.

Phyllis: No. I have to make amends with Sharon. I have to do this. Her testimony could bury me. How much worse could it get? I have nothing to lose! 

Nikki: Honey, I am so sorry you're going through this. Those damned tabloids.

Victoria: Thanks, Mom. You know, I wouldn't mind a few weeks in Tahiti till this all blows over.

Nikki: Yeah.

David: We're looking into how the information was made public.

Karen: If we could trace it to someone in Jack's campaign, then...

Nikki: You think that Jack would actually humiliate his own wife for votes? Well, I wouldn't put anything past him.

Victoria: No. No way. Jack wouldn't.

Nikki: You know, I know this sounds completely out there, but... do you think you could stand taking a short vacation with Brad right now?

Victoria: What?

Karen: Yes! A daughter's marriage in repair. I can work with that.

Victoria: Ex-- I'd like to discuss this alone with my mother, please?

Nikki: And I want to, too. Let's just finish this first.

Victoria: Finish what?

Karen: Nikki, you'll issue a statement of your own. And, Victoria, we're gonna draft a separate one for you that will go out in your own name.

Victoria: What do you want me to say?

Nikki: Honey, just something short and simple like... you stand by your husband and you support him.

Michael: Did Sharon speak with anyone? Someone could've overheard her conversation?

Jack: No. Her testimony was leaked.

Phyllis: Oh, this day just keeps on getting better and better. Hey! Hey, uh, no problem! You don't have to keep on throwing it on me! I get the message! I've had my fill of bad news!

Jack: Wait a minute, what else?

Michael: Brad cut a deal with the D.A. to avoid perjury charges.

Phyllis: Which means he will testify against me.

Jack: I was just with him. He never said a thing.

Michael: The deal is definite.

Jack: Do you know the terms?

Michael: No.

Phyllis: It doesn't matter. I'm toast!

Michael: Whatever the deal is, it had to be worth Brad's while.

Jack: Oh, I guarantee that. Brad is an expert at self-preservation.

Will: I prayed I was wrong about you. And as much as I wanna believe the lab made a mistake, I know they didn't, because I had 'em run the test twice.

Gloria: And how did you... get this DNA?

Will: Hair follicles.

Gloria: When you caught your watch in my hair the other day when you were kissing me. I can't believe you did that on purpose.

Will: Yeah, well, I had no choice, did I? After I realized you'd switched the DNA samples, I had to.

Gloria: This is crazy.

Will: Why would you give someone else's DNA if you were innocent? I knew you were hiding something.

Gloria: William, stop! Just stop it!

Will: Tell the truth, Gloria. Admit it! You tainted that cream!

Gloria: Yes, I did.

Nikki: I'm sorry, Honey.

Victoria: Mom, can we please discuss this alone?

Nikki: Yes, and we will, as soon as this release goes out. It's gotta go out right away.

Victoria: You are unbelievable. Unbelievable!

Nikki: Honey, admittedly, the timing on this is dreadful, but I need you to do this for me.

Victoria: My marriage is over! Why would I say otherwise?

Nikki: Ordinarily, I would agree with you, but this is a critical time for my campaign.

Victoria: What are you doing? Why are you acting like Dad right now?

Nikki: What?

Victoria: Are you listening to me at all?

Nikki: Yes, of course, I'm listening to you.

Victoria: I am not gonna issue a statement to the press supporting Brad. I'm not gonna do that.

Nikki: Well, Victoria... thank you, Curtis.

Victoria: I'm not pretending, okay? I'm not gonna do that, you got it? I'm not gonna be a part of this game.

Nikki: Well, politics is a game. There's enough nonsense out there in the tabloids about us as it is. You haven't even announced your divorce yet.

Victoria: The tabloids are buzzing because of you and this campaign. And that's what you're protecting, so don't think that I don't see that. I see that.

Nikki: Victoria, I... I am just doing this to save you some grief. Now is not the time to announce your divorce to the public.

Victoria: I am not making an announcement. I am not. But I am not gonna lie about it either.

David: All right, wait a minute, wait a minute, you're getting a divorce?

Victoria: Yes. Yes, I am getting a divorce.

Karen: No, no, no, no, no, this--you can't do this right now. This is not the time to make that kind of an announcement.

Victoria: I am not making an announcement.

David: Okay, all right, look, just so you know, some of the voters will be happy to know that you're leaving your cheating husband. But it can be iffy for you in the poll numbers.

Karen: It's a bad idea, okay? It just perpetuates the family scandal image that we're trying to distance you from.

Nikki: Isn't there some way to spin this?

David: Frankly, it's best for her to delay the divorce until after the election.

Karen: Now that your poll numbers are up.

Nikki: Darling, please... please, do this for me.

Victoria: No! No, are you joking?! I am--I am... I don't believe this. You're asking me to protect you? To look out for you?! No! No, I'm--I'm done. I'm done.

Nikki: What do you mean, you're done? Victoria?! Come back! Come back! Let's talk about this!

(Door slams)

Sharon: Oh. Brad, I, um... I just came in for a cup of coffee, but...

Brad: Sharon, we work together. I think it's okay if we're in a public break room at the same time.

Sharon: I just don't want any more talk.

Brad: Little late for that, don't you think? Should I ask how you're doing?

Sharon: Oh, I'm--I'm great. You know, it's just fabulous being branded in public. And there's nothing like being on the cover of that "Chronicle." Why can't we just have... quiet affairs like other people?

Brad: That's what happens when you marry a Newman.

Sharon: Lifestyles of the rich and infamous.

Brad: Said with just the right amount of bravado.

Sharon: Yeah, I've had a lot of practice lately.

Brad: So how are you really doing?

Sharon: How do you think? I'm miserable. There's whispers and there's stares, but the worst part of it is, this is affecting Jack's campaign.

Brad: Might as well throw in the towel then.

Sharon: Yeah, maybe you're right. Hey, at this point, what's the harm in killing a houseguest?

Brad: No need. We can watch Phyllis rot in jail.

Phyllis: Hey, Michael, thanks for coming by and cheering me up.

Michael: You sure you won't change your mind?

Phyllis: About leaving here or leaving the country?

Michael: Listen to me. Don't be foolish. This grand jury leak may be just what we need to get your case tossed out.

Phyllis: I hope so.

Michael: We made a good start. Brad has changed his testimony so many times, he doesn't make a credible witness.

Jack: I came home to get a file. I can't find it-- here it is. I thought I was going crazy.

Phyllis: Join the club.

Michael: I'll see you later.

Michael: Jack.

Jack: Counselor. So... you need anything before I go?

Phyllis: Um, I would like a lobotomy on ice.

Jack: I was thinking along the lines of a snack.

Phyllis: You could get Brad and Sharon to back off. I mean, truly, they decide my fate.

Jack: No, you have decided your fate here. I thought you were smarter than this. How could you not know this would blow up in your face?

Phyllis: Oh, wait a second. That was a mistake. I know that was a mistake.

Jack: Which no one can help you out of! I wanna help you! I don't want you to go to prison. I don't want Summer to live without a mother! I desperately wanna help you! There's nothing that I can do!

Phyllis: Sharon can do something!

Jack: No. No way. I am not going to let my wife put her neck on the line for you.

Jack: She's my wife, Phyllis! We are a family now. I am not going to do anything to jeopardize that!

J.T.: Here you go.

Victoria: If I had to listen to how my personal life affects my mother's campaign one more time... Ugh!

J.T.: Well, we could take all our clothes off and streak down Market Street together. See how that affects Nikki's campaign.

Victoria: You just wanna see me naked again.

J.T.: Hey, come on, can you blame a guy for trying?

Victoria: No.

J.T.: I threw out all the newspapers and turned off the TV, so... we should be safe here.

Victoria: No, no, no, she'll be calling. She'll be calling to remind me again how important her campaign is.

J.T.: Well, just turn off your cell phone.

Victoria: You know what? That's not such a bad idea.

J.T.: That's right.

Victoria: I think I'll do that. How am I gonna move back into the ranch? It's not gonna work. I gotta get my own place.

J.T.: Well, look no further than this place. I think you'll love it. It comes with a spacious shower and, uh, bathroom, equipped for two. And, uh... the bedroom has a large bed, well equipped for two. And the kitchen comes with your very own chef who specializes in eggs for two. What more could you ask for?

Victoria: It's a nice try. I'm not moving in with you.

J.T.: Well, who asked you to? I'm giving you this.

Victoria: What?

J.T.: Anytime, day or night, you wanna come here, it's all yours, okay? You've got your very own key. Just consider this place your safe haven.

Victoria: I already do.

Will: I want a list of everyone who was privy to that grand jury testimony.

Gloria: What is it, William?

Will: It's my eye. Yeah, yeah, we're gonna... we're gonna find the person that leaked this information. We're gonna prosecute.

Gloria: What's wrong with your eye?

Will: I don't know. I couldn't see for a minute. It's okay now.

Gloria: All right, well, maybe we should call a doctor.

Will: I'm fine.

Gloria: William, I know... I know how disappointed you are and how angry you are at me. But would you please hear me out and try to understand why I did what I did before you decide what to do. I never meant for anyone to use that contaminated cream. Just me. William... because... I just wanted to get back at Jack and Ashley. Because they never gave me any respect. Oh, God! That cream was never supposed to be distributed.

Will: But it was. And somebody died because of it.

Gloria: I know that! I know! And there is no excuse for what I did. But I swear to you, I never, never, never meant to hurt anybody.

Will: Why didn't you come forward and explain it?

Gloria: Because I didn't think anybody would understand. The law doesn't care if it was an accident. I am guilty. John died because he was in prison. I didn't wanna die like that. William, please... please, if you love me... please keep this secret.

Will: I believe that you would never intentionally hurt anybody.

Gloria: That's right. That's right.

Will: After Miranda died, all I had left was work until you came along. You made me smile again. I don't wanna lose you.

Gloria: I don't wanna lose you. Please, I will... I will do anything you ask me to do. I will make amends any way, any how!

Will: It's too late. I cannot turn my back on everything I believe in. I have to turn you in.

Gloria: No! No! No!

J.T.: Feel free to help yourself to anything you want, okay?

Victoria: Anything?

J.T.: Anything, yes. Me, TV, me, the tunes... the beer. Me. Although, if you drink the last beer, house rules-- you gotta replace it.

Victoria: Oh, yeah, sure. I think I can manage that.

J.T.: Hey, I got you something.

Victoria: Yeah? A dartboard?

J.T.: Mm-hmm. Here.

Victoria: What is this?

J.T.: Take your pick. Huh?

Victoria: Ooh, yeah!

J.T.: Tough choice?

Victoria: Tough choice. Um... we'll go with Mom.

J.T.: Oh, all right.

Victoria: Mom.

J.T.: Watch out, Mom.

Victoria: I can't believe you actually did this.

J.T.: Hey, before I forget it, there's a spare blanket in the extra bedroom in case you get cold.

Victoria: I thought you said you had a bed for two. I mean, unless you have a problem with that.

J.T.: No, it's not a problem.

Karen: All right, let's get this out on the wire.

David: Sounds good.

Nikki: Look, if they ask, Victoria has no comment.

David: Oh, yes. The old fall back position.

Karen: That works.

David: So what's next?

Nikki: Uh, phone conference with the teachers' union.

Karen: David, you've got that handled, right?

Nikki: No, I'd really like you to be there.

Karen: David can handle it. I'm working on your schedule.

David: Well, actually, I'm really not up to speed on the teachers' union, so...

Karen: What are you talking about? You were filling me in a couple of days ago.

Nikki: I really like your take on their position. Could you please be there? Just the three of us?

Karen: Okay.

Nikki: Thanks.

Phyllis: It's a baby girl. A-b-c-d-e-f-g..

Sharon: Did Jack bring that playpen down from the attic?

Phyllis: Yeah. Summer likes it.

Sharon: Well, do you need anything before I go upstairs?

Phyllis: Actually, stay here. Let's talk.

Sharon: You know what? I'd rather not. I've had a pretty exhausting day.

Phyllis: Oh, okay, okay. I just wanted to tell you that I think it's very thoughtful of you to take care of me, that's all. I mean, I know I've caused you a lot of pain and misery, in more ways than one. But I'm under a lot of stress, Sharon. I mean, with losing Nick, and then this trial coming up. I just... the thought of losing my daughter is completely unbearable to me.

Sharon: Yeah, I'm sure it is.

Phyllis: Yeah, it is. Um... anyway, you're stuck with me until my back gets better. But I promise you, things are gonna be different.

Sharon: I hope so, but I'm not counting on that.

Will: Here.

Gloria: I know that you still care about me. And you don't have to do this.

Will: Of course I care about you.

Gloria: Then lose the test. Let's pretend this never happened.

Will: I can't.

Gloria: William, please don't ruin our happiness. Don't do this to us.

Will: I couldn't be happy living with what I know. It would eat away at me.

Gloria: And me going to prison won't?

Will: I promise you, I'll do everything I can to help.

Gloria: William, listen to me, I'm begging you. I am begging you. Do not do this! Do not do this!

Will: Ow! My head! Oh!

Gloria: William?! William! William! Oh, God!

[Will passes out]

Karen: What was all that between you and Nikki today?

David: Nothing.

Karen: Come on, David. I've already told you, you've gotta keep this on a professional level.

David: I am.

Karen: No, you're not. I see all those looks between the two of you.

David: Oh, come on, Karen. This is all in your head.

Karen: Just stop, all right? I do not want this to be a problem.

David: It won't be. I'm handling it.

Victoria: Oh!

J.T.: Wow.

Victoria: Yes! Yes! Whoo-hoo! I won again! Great motivation for hitting this target now! Thank you!

J.T.: Yeah, well, it's 2-2. So how about a tie-breaker?

Victoria: I was thinking maybe later. Because I was thinking... that I might use your shower. You wanna come?

J.T.: Yes. Yes, I do.

(Cell phone ringing)

J.T.: Right after I answer that phone call, okay? Yeah.

Victoria: Okay.

J.T.: Um, hello, this is J.T. yeah, hey, hey, man, thanks for getting back to me. You got that number? Yeah, let me get a pen.

[J.T. gets a pen and knocks over Victoria’s purse and the things in her purse falls out and he picks up the items and puts them back in the purse and he picks up a bottle of prenatal vitamins]

[He picks up his phone]

J.T.: Thanks a lot.

Gloria: William? William, talk to me. Please talk to me. Michael! Michael!

Michael: What happened?

Gloria: I think he's had a stroke. I called the paramedics. They're supposed to be on their way, but they haven't gotten here yet. Michael!

Michael: All right, listen to me, listen to me.

Gloria: What?

Michael: They are on their way.

Gloria: Yes.

Michael: You stay calm.

Gloria: Yes. Yes.

Michael: Stay calm and you talk to him softly.

Gloria: William? William, please, I'm here. I'm here. Please don't leave me.

Summer: (Cries)

[Phyllis looks around and goes and picks up Summer. Sharon comes down the stairs and sees this]

Phyllis: I know. Mommy is right here. I know! Shh! Shh! Okay, okay, baby girl. All right, baby girl! Oh, that's right. That's right. You miss your mommy, don't you? I know. I know. Mommy misses you, too.

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

Jack: When you first told me you were pregnant, I hoped she was mine.

Brad: No jail time for me. Lots of jail time for her.

Daniel: It's the internet. It's not even real. It's not like I've met any of these people in real life.

Lily: It's real to me.

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