Y&R Transcript Tuesday 11/20/07 -- Canada; Wednesday 11/21/07 -- U.S.A.
PLEASE CLICK TO DONATE TO OUR SITE!!!!
Proofread By Emma
Nikki: Hi, Kids. Hey, Sweetheart. Happy Thanksgiving.
J.T.: I forgot all about that. Happy Thanksgiving, my hot fiancťe.
Nikki: (Clears throat)
J.T.: She hates it when I call her that in front of other people.
Nikki: Listen, um, there's fresh coffee out in the waiting room.
[J.T. leaves the room]
Nikki: Remember all of these? [Nikki holds up a handmade turkey on a paper and a ceramic handprint from when Victoria was a child that she had made] I saved them all. You loved every single holiday. I don't care which one it was, you had to make all of these. If you didn't like what we had on hand, you just made 'em. Every single holiday. You loved your holidays.
Lily: Are they that bad?
Devon: Hey! No. Lily, Happy Thanksgiving.
Lily: It's Mom's recipe.
Devon: Yeah, I tasted it in there a little bit.
Lily: And you hated it.
Devon: No, itís... you know, today, on Thanksgiving, it's about being together. Anyway, it's not important-- the food.
Lily: No, Devon, we're not all together because Mom is dead.
Devon: That's a nice way to put it.
Lily: And it's obvious since I've been up since 4:00, and so none of it even comes close to hers!
Devon: Lily, don't get so grumpy, all right? It's just some cookies.
Lily: No. It's bad food. And it's embarrassing. You guys just have Thanksgiving without me.
Devon: Lily, come on!
Lily: No, you guys go to G.C.A.C., okay? It'll be my treat. I'll pay for it.
Devon: Is this all because you don't like your own food?
Lily: Yes! And plus, I don't wanna spend Thanksgiving without Mom.
Devon: Okay, I understand, but you agreed, all right?
Lily: Well, I shouldn't have agreed.
Devon: We have people coming. We have guests! What am I supposed to tell 'em?
Lily: Tell them I'm sick, okay?! I don't care!
Devon: You're sick? Lily, this is dumb! It's just over some food!
Michael: Lauren? What are you doing in here? Didn't you make any coffee? Why isn't there any coffee in this place?
Lauren: Well, good morning, sleepy head. Happy turkey day.
Michael: Uh... how can it be turkey day? I don't smell anything.
Michael: Well, the kitchen's neat. And you certainly don't look crazed from self-inflicted responsibility for the perfect meal.
Lauren: Oh, you, my friend, you are catching on.
Michael: And you're drinking champagne. All right. Um, am I in some parallel universe? Uh, who are you, and what have you done with my wife? The one who just yesterday forced me to help her with the ultimate holiday grocery list?
Lauren: Yes, well... I decided to be stress-free. You know what I did? I ordered take out from the club.
Michael: That's just... scandalous. It's, uh...
Michael: And... oh, happy day.
Gloria: Honey, why are you dressed like that?
Kevin: It's the holidays. What do you suggest, I dress down since we're dealing with poor people?
Gloria: Honey, I suggest you not spill anything on your nice clothes, that's all. Now I have to get out of here and go help Lauren with our dinner.
Kevin: Unh-unh. Donít. Donít. That kitchen is not big enough for both of you, and she wants to do everything by herself.
Gloria: She didn't say that to me.
Kevin: Did she say to you, "Gloria, let me handle it"?
Gloria: Yeah, but--
Kevin: Okay, translation-- "Gloria, stay the hell out of my kitchen."
Amber: I'm only making a factual statement that my Thanksgiving is going to suck because I'm going to be alone.
Daniel: I thought Kevin invited you.
Amber: Oh, yeah, I'm all up on that.
Daniel: Okay, so come have dinner with Mom and me.
Amber: Oh, wow. Waiting in a hospital for a comatose/pregnant lady to possibly wake up or not? Mm. Gimme a second helping of that.
Daniel: You know, I'm gonna overlook the sensitivity quotient of that comment just long enough to say you're not depressed because you're alone, and you're not depressed because I invited you to come have dinner in a hospital. You're depressed 'cause Cane's having dinner with Lily.
Amber: I'm so glad you know everything.
Daniel: It's about time you realized that.
Karen: So how many people do you think they're expecting?
Neil: Well, if the weather holds, uh, maybe 60. And if it doesn't, if it gets worse, then, I don't know, two dozen?
Karen: Well, doesn't it seem kind of counter-intuitive that bad weather would keep homeless people away from a hot meal?
Neil: Yeah, yeah, you know, I thought so, too, but it's more of a mobility problem. The worse the weather gets, the harder it is to get around on foot.
Karen: Oh, right, right, right.
(Cell phone ringing)
Karen: I didn't think about that.
Neil: Oh! You know what? Excuse me.
Karen: All right.
Neil: Happy Thanksgiving.
Devon: No, it's not. Lily just pulled out.
Neil: Pulled out means what?
Devon: Pulled out means she got discouraged because of her sucky cooking.
Neil: Did you tell her that?
Devon: No, I didn't tell her that. I said it was good even though it's not.
Neil: Put her on the phone.
Devon: I can't. She took off. She said we should have dinner at the athletic club, her treat. So what do I do? Do I make reservations? Do I call everybody?
Neil: No, just find her.
Devon: I called her, like, three times on her cell phone and she wouldn't pick up. I was gonna check the gym 'cause I know she likes to work out when she gets mad.
Neil: I'll check the gym myself.
Devon: My opinion is that this has absolutely nothing to do with food. All right, Lily doesn't wanna celebrate because I think it hit her really hard that Mom isn't here to celebrate with us.
Phyllis: Look... look at Daddy. Look at Daddy. It's somebody's first Thanksgiving.
Nick: Yeah. The girl of my dreams.
Phyllis: Oh, I thought I was the girl of your dreams.
Nick: Oh. Well, that was before this little charmer came along.
Phyllis: Hi, Brad. Here I am, out of prison. No more shackles. My debt to society, paid in full.
Brad: Is she still...
Nick: She's the same. Mom's in with her now.
Brad: Happy Thanksgiving, J.T.
J.T.: Is it?
Phyllis: Happy Thanksgiving, Victor.
Nikki: If you want some privacy with her, now's a good time.
Cane: There you are, Ma'am.
Kevin: Hey, Cane. Thanks for coming.
Cane: I'm glad I could help.
Kevin: Appreciate it.
Cane: You got it.
Amber: Hmm. Hi! Happy Thanksgiving!
Cane: Same to you.
(Cell phone ringing)
Lily: Hey, it's Lily.
Cane: Hey, Happy Thanksgiving.
Lily: I just wanted to let you know that I'm not gonna be at dinner today 'cause I'm just not feeling well.
Cane: I'm sorry about that.
Lily: No, it's fine. I just wanted to let you know 'cause I invited you. And I mean, you're more than welcome to still come, but if you don't want to, then I understand. And my dad-- he'll understand, too.
Cane: No, no, no, no, no, I'd rather not go if you're not gonna be there. Um, are you sure you're okay? Is everything all right?
Lily: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. I just, um, am not feeling well. But I'm--I'm sorry to flake out on you.
Cane: No, no, no, it's all right. It's all right.
Lily: Um, thanks for understanding. Bye.
Amber: Is everything, um, okay?
Cane: Yeah, yeah, Lily's, um... she's not feeling well.
Amber: Oh. So, um, you're not gonna... go, um...
Cane: No. No. I'd rather not go if she's not gonna be there.
Amber: I mean, I completely get that. Um, why don't you have dinner with me?
Cane: I, uh...
Amber: You know, you can't have dinner alone on Thanksgiving. It's kinda the rules.
Cane: Okay. I guess.
Amber: Here. When everyone's gone.
Cane: Okay. Okay.
Gina: That order's for two, instead of one.
Neil: Gina, I'm glad I found you. Listen, I know it's late. We didn't place an order--
Gina: Hold on.
Neil: But if we need to get takeout, is it possible to get take out?
Gina: Hold--hold on a second. Yes, same delivery time. Now you've got it for sure? Okay, fine. Bye-bye. Did I hear the word takeout?
Neil: Yeah, takeout-- the whole dinner, it doesn't matter, canceled orders, leftovers, beggars can't be choosers. If you've got a turkey leg, a whole pie-- if that's all you got, we'll take it.
Gina: You better be glad I like you. But you better let me know before noon, all right?
Neil: You are a lifesaver. Thank you. Appreciate that.
Gina: Hey, by the way?
Gina: Happy Thanksgiving.
Neil: Yeah--yeah, that's right. It's Thanksgiving today. Gobble, gobble, gobble.
Gina: Get out of here.
Neil: Hey, Lily?
Lily: Hi. Yeah.
Neil: Hi. Um, Devon said you abandoned dinner?
Lily: Um, yeah, itís... Dad, it's just too soon for me to have Thanksgiving without Mom. I mean, obviously, you and Devon can handle it, but... I can't. I thought I could, but I can't. I just--I won't be a good host. I won't be a good guest. I'll just bring everybody down. I'm afraid I'll freak out in the middle of dinner and just start crying and not be able to stop, which has already happened. I'll just make everybody miserable. So I just wanna be alone, okay? Next year, I promise I'll make it up to you, but this year, I just-- I just wanna be by myself, okay?
Karen: You want a cup of coffee?
Lily: Um, no, not really.
Karen: Neither do I. It was really just an expression.
Lily: Yeah, right.
Karen: Come on. No strings. No pressure. We can just kinda sit over there and I don't know, hash over all your dad's imperfections.
Karen: Come on.
Gina: And baby carrots-- that'll be nice.
Neil: You know what? You just choose everything.
Michael: Neil, you're not getting takeout, are you?
Neil: You-- don't you give me a hard time. Long story. Long story.
Neil: I'll be right back.
Lauren: Oh. Okay.
Michael: Well, enjoy our home cooking.
Neil: All right, Buddy.
Lauren: Yeah. Absolutely. Okay, so we are not here to pick up our dinner for five, right?
Gina: Well, I'm just gonna run to the back and pick up a takeout order that I'm not gonna bring to you because you didn't order it.
Michael: I like that woman.
Lauren: Hmm. You had to go through the whole thing-- "You're not getting takeout, Neil, are you?" Like it was a complete sin.
Michael: Hey, I liked my inflection of "Takeout, Neil?" I mean, my sense of moral outrage is gonna help keep our cover story unchallenged.
Lauren: You're so evil.
Michael: I know.
Lauren: Good. Good.
Kevin: So, uh, what are they serving for the holidays?
Jana: It doesn't matter. It all tastes the same.
Kevin: Did you play the new India.Arie CD I sent you?
Jana: They confiscated it.
Kevin: What? Did you write that in your journal?
Jana: I'm not keeping a journal.
Kevin: Jana, we talked about this. You said it would help you stay sane.
Jana: I know we talked about it. I'm not keeping one.
Kevin: Fine. So is there anything I can say to make you feel better?
Kevin: Well, it's a good thing you didn't grow up with Thanksgiving. Otherwise, you'd be really depressed.
Nikki: For her sake, I'm glad you're home, Phyllis.
Phyllis: For her sake? Not for my sake?
Nikki: Good God, will you not pick a fight with me on Thanksgiving?
Phyllis: Don't be snide with me on Thanksgiving.
Nick: Okay, listen, how about if you, Guys just don't talk to each other at all right now.
Phyllis: That's fine with me.
Daniel: Happy Thanksgiving.
Phyllis: Hey, Daniel, Happy Thanksgiving.
Lily: I know my mom rubbed some people the wrong way, but... she was a perfectionist. And she wouldn't take anybody's bull.
Karen: Well, she raised a great daughter.
Lily: You don't have to say that. I'm not that fragile.
Karen: You're mature enough to understand and appreciate the things that your mother gave you, you know? The confidence, the insight, the survival skills, the tradition.
Lily: All right, where is this going?
Karen: See, that's what I'm talking about. I mean, you heard me say the word "Tradition" and right away your antenna went up, because you know that today is a day that's full of tradition and you don't want me to go there.
Lily: That's because you promised me you wouldn't pressure me to go to dinner.
Karen: And I'm not going to.
Karen: But I... I want you to understand something about tradition. And I-I think that your mother would've agreed.
Lily: Okay. You're on thin ice, talking to me about my mom on Thanksgiving. I might just burst out crying.
Karen: No, no, no, and then I would start crying with you, and it would get all wet and soggy and really ugly. No, look, I... you know what? Your mom... she wouldn't care if the cranberry sauce wasn't perfect.
Lily: Okay, see, that's where you're wrong. She would care.
Karen: No, no, no, no, no, she would care if she made it, but if you made it, no matter what it tasted like, she would tell you that that was the best damn cranberry sauce she had ever had. Wouldn't she?
Lily: Yeah, she would.
Karen: Because families don't just keep traditions and honor traditions, Lily. They--they add to them. You know? And whatever--whatever it is that you add to your family's tradition is just as important as what your mom added.
Lily: No, but not if I add terrible food.
Karen: No, no, no, no. Are you kidding me? I mean, think about it. I mean, here you are, uh, Grandma Lily, just in the kitchen making that interesting Thanksgiving meal, and you've got all your little grandkids running around you going, "Ooh, I love it here, 'cause it's so much fun! And it's warm! And it's wonderful! But, oh, the food--" and then they sit down at the table and they say grace and they give thanks and then try to figure out how the heck they're gonna get that food to little scruffy the dog under the table, right? So there you are with these incredibly happy grandkids, thinking they're sneaking something over on you, and you've got a big fat dog. There you have it. There's your tradition.
Nick: (Sighs) so how's your holiday, Sis? Better than everyone else's, I hope.
Lauren: The florist worked out I think.
Lauren: Oh! Hello. So... how are things at the coffeehouse?
Kevin: Things at the coffeehouse are under control.
Kevin: You guys aren't doing what I think you're doing, are you?
Lauren: Um, what do you think we're doing?
Kevin: I think you're trying to make takeout food look homemade.
Michael: Well, that would be deceitful, wouldn't it?
Kevin: For $100 I'll keep my mouth shut.
Lauren: Make it $50 and you're on.
Kevin: All right. For 50 bucks, Gloria won't know a thing. Mmm, this is pretty good.
Michael: Are you gonna help here or what?
Kevin: No, no. See, guests keeping secrets don't help out. Guests keeping secrets have food and drink handed to them.
Michael: You see, guests who don't help out get zilch in this household.
Kevin: Well, said I, seguewaying to the topic of the day...
Michael: Oh, God, he has an announcement.
Kevin: I'm not sticking around for dinner.
Lauren: Why not?
Kevin: Because there are more important issues on the agenda.
Lauren: And what could be more important than a family Thanksgiving dinner?
Kevin: Adding to that family.
Michael: He's pregnant.
Lauren: He's getting married.
Kevin: If she'll have me.
Michael: Which she?
Kevin: I'm not even gonna dignify that with an answer.
Lauren: We are very happy for you, Honey.
Kevin: Best man?
Michael: Well, I'd be offended if you didn't ask.
Lauren: So... does Gloria know?
Kevin: No. No. Not yet.
Michael: (Laughs) when--when are you gonna tell her?
Kevin: Well, you know, I figured, um... I figured you, Guys, would tell her.
Michael: No. No.
Kevin: Why not? After a couple of glasses of wine, she'll be fine.
Michael: No. No.
Lauren: No way.
Kevin: Are you, Guys, chicken?
Kevin: All right, fine, fine. I will tell Gloria when I get back from prison after I have proposed to Jana. Wish me luck.
Michael: Whoa! Who's--who's chicken now?
Nick: You know, I wish you could wake up and work your magic on everybody. Everyone in the waiting room wants to kill everybody else. Dad's not talking to anyone. Mom's trying to maintain. She's doing a terrible job. I honestly think she needs to just start throwing things and breaking stuff. It'll make her feel better. The doctor thinks I need to say positive things to you, just in case you can hear me. That's only 'cause he doesn't know your sense of humor like I do. I love you, Sis. I'm not gonna get all mushy and stuff, I just... I just want you to know how much I love you.
Amber: So, um... think you can manage this place long enough for me to go out and get a bottle of wine?
Cane: I didn't think you were allowed to serve wine in here.
Amber: It's for you and me after we lock up, hm?
(Cell phone ringing)
Lily: Hey, it's Lily. Um, can I have do-overs?
Cane: I thought you were sick.
Lily: No, I know, you thought I was sick, but I'm--I'm feeling better, so, um... and everyone's expecting you. Okay?
Cane: Yeah. Yeah, okay, sure.
Lily: Okay. I'll see you in a bit.
Devon: So are we gonna have any more preprandial drama?
Lily: You don't even know what preprandial means.
Devon: Ah, it means before dinner. And we don't need a dictionary for drama, because you've already illustrated that enough for me today.
Lily: Oh, aren't you sensitive and loving?
Devon: You can call me when the food's done. Thanks.
Lily: No, no, no, no, where are you going? I need your help.
Devon: You gonna say please?
Lily: Um, help me or I'll tell Dad you did nothing but cause trouble.
Devon: Oh. What are you, a fourth grader?
Lily: That means I'm two grades ahead of you!
Devon: Ha! That was funny.
Neil: What happened here? Lily, did you change your mind?
Devon: You didn't tell him?
Lily: Well, no one said he was bringing takeout.
Neil: Takeout? No, no, no, this is a gourmet dinner for eight.
Lily: Hi! Hey, Noah! Hi!
Devon: Noah, what's going on, man?
Neil: Happy Thanksgiving.
Lily: Do we have enough food?
Sharon: I know, we brought a lot.
Devon: Looks good.
Lily: Yeah, it does.
Neil: Wow, what'd you bring?
Karen: I brought chicken adobo.
Lily: Chicken adobo?
Karen: Oh, you want me to take it over here to the kitchen?
Lily: Okay, yeah. Thanks.
Karen: Oh, there it is. Okay.
J.T.: I just wanted to say...
J.T.: I just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving.
Brad: J.T., do you mind if I have a minute?
Brad: So we're supposed to give thanks for our good fortune today. I think it's important that you hear from me that even though our marriage didn't succeed, I am so grateful for the time we had together. Because of you, I learned a lot about myself. You got in my face when I needed it. I made some mistakes, Vicki.
Nikki: I have to be with her, okay?
Brad: Yeah. I made some big mistakes. And I'm sorry for any pain I caused you.
Lauren: I mean, I married into this family. I don't need to be part of all that.
Michael: What a thing to say! I won't do with her. She has got a lid and I'm not--
Lauren: I don't understand--
Gloria: Happy Thanksgiving!
Gloria: What's wrong?
Gloria: Something's wrong.
Michael: What are you talking about?
Lauren: No. Hey!
Michael: Happy Thanksgiving. Oh, thank you-- thank you, Jeffrey.
Gloria: All right, all right, Michael, if you won't tell me, then, Lauren, would you please tell me?
Lauren: Uh... I don't know what you're talking about.
Gloria: Well, something's up and it's not just the fact that there are only four place settings at the table.
Lauren: Well, that's because Kevin is eating dinner elsewhere.
Michael: With Jana.
Gloria: He's having dinner in prison instead of with us?
Michael: I think it's kind of him to keep her company.
Gloria: 200 inmates isn't enough company for Jana?
Michael: It's called Thanksgiving.
Gloria: That's right, and he should be with this family.
Lauren: Jeff, can I please get you a drink?
Jeff: No, don't need a thing. I'm already enjoying-- I'm fine, thanks.
Kevin: You sound like you're still down.
Jana: Yeah, you think? I wonder why that would be?
Kevin: Am I detecting some self-pity?
Jana: You detect the truth. So are you at dinner?
Kevin: Oh, you bet-- turkey, stuffing, cornbread, three different kinds of pies. You know, it's a good thing you're not an American, otherwise you'd really be in a blue funk about being alone on Thanksgiving.
Jana: Well, it's a good thing you're teasing, because if I thought you were just being mean...
Kevin: Wait, hold on one sec. Now why would I do that?
Jana: You know, I should really be cross with you.
Kevin: But I brought pie. The guard x-rayed it, and put a hole in just about every other centimeter, but pie nonetheless.
Jana: Oh, that's so sweet.
Jana: You are so sweet.
Kevin: I know.
Jana: Happy Thanksgiving.
Kevin: Happy Thanksgiving.
J.T.: Nikki? Can we talk about Victoria, please?
J.T.: I don't want her to die.
Nikki: You think I do?
Phyllis: See how beautiful your Aunt Victoria is?
Neil: And let us try to be worthy of all the blessings we have as individuals, as well as a nation. Amen.
Neil: So... uh, Cane, we, uh, have a tradition.
Devon: Dad, do we have to do this?
Lily: Dad, please...
Neil: Every year, we gather around the table and we give thanks and say what we're grateful for. Why don't you start us off?
Cane: I am grateful for being invited.
Lily: Um... I am grateful for... everything.
Lily: Um... I am grateful that Devon isn't more annoying than he is.
Devon: I'm grateful I don't have two sisters, 'cause that would be unbearable.
Karen: I am grateful to have met this amazing family.
Neil: How about you, Sharon?
Sharon: I'm grateful that... the best son on this planet is mine.
Sharon: And for my husband-- the best stepfather in the world. And... for my friendship with your mother. She enriched my life when she was alive and she enriches me now with her memory.
Jack: And I am grateful for family and friends, for a lifetime of magical Thanksgiving memories, for my undeserved good fortune in being married to the most wonderful woman on earth, having a great, great stepson, and for this meal, with friends.
Neil: Noah, how about you?
Noah: Um... I'm thankful that this is almost over so we can eat.
Neil: That's good. That's good. And like Jack, I am grateful for my family. You two were the glue that held this family together last year. I don't know what I would've done without you. I love you both. And I'm also grateful to my friends. The fact that you came here to spend Thanksgiving dinner with me and my family... it is truly an honor... to have friends like you. Thank you.
Cane: Thank you.
Jack: Happy Thanksgiving.
Karen: Hear, hear.
Sharon: Happy Thanksgiving.
Jeff: It is a spectacular meal. To the cook.
Michael: Ah, yes, to the cook!
Lauren: Thank you! To me!
Gloria: To the cook! And... next year... we're going to need a bigger table.
Michael: (Coughs) why?
Gloria: Because... Fen's gonna want his own chair.
Michael: He will.
Gloria: Why? What did you think I meant?
Michael: We didn't know what you meant.
Gloria: No, no, no, you two really are keeping something from me. Now why are we going to need a bigger table? Okay, more chairs, more guests... more family members? Lauren... Lauren, you're pregnant!
Michael: Oh, my God, you're pregnant?!
Lauren: Oh, I'm gonna...
Gloria: I would love to have another grandchild!
Lauren: No. No.
Michael: She's not pregnant.
Gloria: Are you sure?
Lauren: I am not pregnant.
Gloria: Please, please, please tell me you're pregnant. Come on.
Lauren: No. No. Really. I'm not. You know what? For heaven's sake! All right, Kevin is proposing to Jana.
Michael: Well, marriage, wedlock, getting hitched, tying the knot? More cranberries anyone?
Gloria: Excuse me.
Jeff: Uh, would it be safe to assume that this Jana person would not be Gloria's first choice for a prospective daughter-in-law?
Lauren: Or last, I think.
Gloria: Kevin, I know what your plans are. Don't you do something you're gonna regret.
Kevin: Marry me?
Jana: (Sighs) oh, God! Oh, Kevin... I... that is so sweet.
Kevin: No, no, uh, don't--don't give me an answer now.
Jana: I can't.
Kevin: I knew you were gonna say that, which is why I don't want an answer right now.
Jana: But I just gave you one.
Kevin: But that doesn't count because I didn't want an answer now. You need time to think about it.
Jana: But I have thought about it and--
Kevin: And when you're finished thinking about it, which you're not yet, you'll see the wisdom in my proposal. And we will be married and will live happily ever after.
(Knock on door)
Amber: We're closed.
(Knock on door)
Amber: We are closed! I'm sorry, we are closed for business! For Pete's sake, go! We're closed!
Amber: What are you doing here?
Daniel: I was invited, wasn't I?
Amber: You come here to have dinner with me?
Daniel: Yeah. Yeah.
Amber: You know, you really are my best friend ever. (Sniffles) how'd you know I was here?
Daniel: Does it matter?
Amber: Yes, it matters. Did Cane tell you?
Daniel: Okay, he didn't exactly tell me. He knew you were gonna be alone, so he gave me 50 bucks just to make sure, you know, that you had some company.
Amber: He did not. Did he?
Daniel: God, you are needy.
Amber: Yes, of course, I am needy. I'm sitting here getting ready to eat my Thanksgiving dinner by myself. I am needy! Tell me!
Daniel: No, you're sitting here spilling wine all over the table is what you're doing. No, he didn't pay me 50 bucks. Okay, can we just eat the food? The food, huh?
Amber: You really are my best friend.
Daniel: Yeah, yeah. Food. Eat.
Back to The TV MegaSite's Y&R Site
Try today's short recap, detailed update, and best lines!
We don't read the guestbook very often, so please don't post QUESTIONS, only COMMENTS, if you want an answer. Feel free to email us with your questions by clicking on the Feedback link above! PLEASE SIGN-->
HELP SUPPORT THESE GREAT CAUSES!
Main Navigation within The TV MegaSite:
Home | Daytime Soaps | Primetime TV | Soap MegaLinks | Trading