Y&R Transcript Friday 12/21/07

Y&R Transcript Friday 12/21/07 -- Canada; Monday 12/24/07 -- U.S.A.


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Proofread By Emma

Victor: Doesn't that taste good? That's right. Yeah, it just seems like yesterday that I was sitting by the tree and holding you. Huh, my baby?

Phyllis: 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a spouse. Namely mine.

Victor: Where is your husband, my son?

Phyllis: He's at the department store on a top-secret shopping mission. Look at these. How cute is this? Noah made this.

Victor: Oh, oh, but this is not for Summer to play with. Don't hang it on the tree. Because you know, Zapato loves to chew on things. Come here, I'll get it for you.

Phyllis: Oh, that's something that Summer and Zapato have in common. She just cut a tooth.

Victor: You did?

Phyllis: Yeah!

Victor: You did, my baby?

Nick: Brr!

Phyllis: Hey!

Nick: Ho, ho, ho.

Phyllis: Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! What have you got there?

Nick: Hey, hey, hey, no peeking!

Phyllis: Yeah, but I'm naughty.

Nick: Yeah, I know. I like that about you. Hey, Dad.

Victor: Hey, Son.

Nick: Glad you're here.

Victor: Well, I wouldn't want to celebrate Christmas without being with my family.

Phyllis: Do you want eggnog? Either of you?

Nick: Um, yeah, that'd be great, thank you.

Phyllis: Yeah?

Nick: Yeah.

Victor: Is that good? Does that taste good? That's right. It tastes so good.

Nick: So, uh... you know, Mom's, uh, gonna be here soon. It would be nice for us to all hang out together.

Victor: Uh, when will she be here?

Nick: Well, you know, you could stay, right?

Victor: I know I could, but I won't. There, do you want another one?

Nikki: J.T.? Hey.

J.T.: Hey. Merry Christmas.

Nikki: Oh, Merry Christmas.

David: Merry Christmas.

J.T.: Thank you.

Nikki: So how's our boy doing?

J.T.: Well, he's really feisty. He's been giving the nurses a hard time all day.

Nikki: Oh! Hi, little one! Oh, he looks good.

J.T.: Yeah.

Nikki: How are you?

J.T.: I'm good. I'm all right. Being here with him makes it easier.

David: What are your plans for the holiday?

J.T.: Hang out here with my boy. And, um... tomorrow, I guess... I'll go be with Victoria. And then next Christmas it'll be the three of us at home. And you guys are all invited for dinner.

Nikki: We'll be there.

J.T.: It drives me crazy that I can't hold him. I know he needs to be on the ventilator, but...

Nikki: Well, you wanna hold your son in your arms. I understand that.

J.T.: You know, they--they say having a baby changes everything. But I was never that big on having kids, but this one, I'm telling you, I can't wait to get him back to Victoria, so we can both spend every-- every last minute with Reed.

Nikki: Reed? I like the sound of that.

David: Your maiden name.

Nikki: It was very thoughtful of J.T.

J.T.: It was actually Victoria. She came up with it that morning in Clear Springs.

Noah: So Jack thought I was hiding behind the fence, so he made all these extra snowballs so he could bombard me, but I snuck up behind him--

Jack: Yeah, with two gloves full of snow. You get the picture.

Sharon: Oh, no!

Jack: Oh, yes. Snow down the back of my shirt!

Noah: Classic sneak attack from behind. Works every time! Hey, uh, when are we leaving for Dad's?

Sharon: Um, pretty soon. But I'm going to go to the Winters' first, so I'll meet you guys.

Noah: Okay, I need to go pack my stuff.

Jack: Yeah, get a move on. Your sister's gonna drink all the eggnog.

Noah: Okay, b-r-b.

Sharon: Don't forget to pack your toothbrush!

Noah: I won't, Mom.

Jack: B-r-b?

Sharon: Oh, be right back. Text talk.

Jack: Thanks... for waiting till after Christmas to tell Noah.

Sharon: I-I did it for him.

Noah: Hey, uh, Mom, where are my pajamas?

Sharon: Be right up!

John: Merry Christmas, Son.

Jack: Hey, Dad.

John: Oh, Man, I do love this holiday. You know, it, uh, never gets old. Neither do I. Did you ever notice that? I don't age.

Jack: You look great, Pop.

John: Just a perk. Jackie, do you remember the Christmas when Ashley came home crying when she still believed in Santa Claus? And some kid told her that he didn't exist?

Jack: Albert Finn. That was the kid's name.

John: That's right. And you punched the kid's lights out. You sure were a hero to Ashley then.

Jack: Yeah, I wish I still was.

John: And then with your own money, you hired a fellow to play Santa, and he showed up Christmas Eve. We had some wonderful holidays in this home, Jackie. Kids running around, singing Christmas carols, Mamie's cooking. Oh, I sure do miss that. Now those were good times, Jack.

Jack: Yeah, those were good times.

Devon: You know the popcorn's for the tree, right?

Lily: I'm using it.

Neil: Hey, you two.

Devon: To feed yourself.

Neil: Are you still working on the popcorn?

Lily: Yes.

Neil: Gee whiz, considering how long it's taking you two to do that, you're lucky I found these decorations in the storage closet.

Devon: Oh.

Neil: Nice! I don't remember this.

Lily: Yeah, that's from, um, Christmas in Paris. The ornament is called "sapin de noel." Little kids would put their shoes by the fireplace so Pere Noel could fill them with toys.

Neil: It's beautiful.

Lily: Yeah.

Neil: I'm gonna have to find my cowboy boots.

Lily: Okay.

Neil: There's something else in here. What's this?

Lily: Hey, I made that.

Neil: Did you?

Lily: Yeah, I was at a-a fitting for a fashion show with Mom. I thought she looked like a princess, so I wanted to make a dress that looked like hers. We put it on top of our tree.

Devon: We should put it up this year.

Neil: Yeah. That's a good idea.

Lily: That's the clip Mom used.

Neil: Well, from here on in, this beautiful doll, with this clip that your mother used, will take the place of honor. Once I get a ladder, I'll put it all the way on the top.

(Doorbell rings)

Devon: Let me get that.

Karen: Merry Christmas.

Devon: Merry Christmas!

Karen: Hey!

Lily: Hi, Merry Christmas.

Neil: Hey, Karen. Merry Christmas.

Karen: It's freezing outside.

Neil: It's so good to see you. We just found a future family heirloom over here.

Karen: Oh, really?

Neil: Come on in.

Karen: I went a little crazy.

Neil: Yeah? Yeah?

Karen: I have to admit. I went to my favorite specialty store, all the cheese, paté, fantastic appetizers, right there.

Neil: Oh, we like that. Here, let me take that.

Karen: And okay, the rest is under the tree. Okay!

Neil: Appetizers coming right up.

Devon: Hey, keep them away from Lily 'cause there might not be any left when we want some.

Lily: Oh, whatever.

Devon: It's true.

Lily: So this year we're doing something different. We're only putting homemade stuff on our tree.

Devon: Yeah, and it's a lot more work than we thought it was gonna be. So we need all the garland makers we can get. Wanna help out?

Karen: All right. Yes.

Devon: There's your needle right there.

Karen: Okay.

Devon: Here's the popcorn.

Karen: You gotta!

Devon: I was gonna tell you watch out for the popcorn thief here, but now you're doing it.

Lily: See? She knows.

Karen: Well, okay, wait, is it one popcorn, one cranberry?

Lily: Whatever you want.

Devon: Mix it up.

Amber: There you go. It's supposed to be below zero tonight. Drink this. What, it's not like you go anyone to keep you warm.

Daniel: Gee, thanks for reminding me.

Amber: Okay, I don't either.

Daniel: Oh, well, that makes me feel a whole lot better. Hey, you know, I'm gonna go hang out with my mom for Christmas. I think maybe you should come with.

Amber: No, I'm gonna wait and see if Mrs. Chancellor invites me over.

Daniel: Why?

Amber: 'Cause we're tight.

Daniel: You and Mrs. Chancellor?

Amber: It's not impossible.

Colleen: Hey, you two.

Adrian: Merry Christmas.

Daniel: Merry Christmas to you.

Amber: Merry Christmas.

Daniel: What do you guys have planned?

Adrian: Uh, we're just heading over to the Winters'.

Colleen: Mm-hmm.

Daniel: Well, in that case, you guys should try the Christmas cookies. They are a secret recipe from Aunt Mamie, and they are the bomb.

Adrian: Ready to brave Siberia?

Colleen: Yes. Mush! Go!

Adrian: Okay, all right.

Colleen: See ya!

Amber: They're happy.

Daniel: Yep.

Amber: I hate that. Joking.

Daniel: You should come over to my mom's. It'll be fun.

Amber: I'm not really in the holiday spirit this year.

Daniel: Okay, well, I'll tell you what. Here's your drink back. I'll give you a call in a little bit and see if you change your mind.

Amber: Hmm.

Cane: Hey there.

Amber: Hi.

Kevin: All right, Fen, give me, uh, give me happy. Something that says I'm gonna be on the cover of Fenmore's next catalogue.

Lauren: Oh, please, please, no child modeling. We have enough primadonnas in this household.

Gloria: Hello, everybody! Sorry I'm late! I had to put on the finishing touches.

Kevin: Aha! So, Mother, is there anything you'd like to say to your grandson on this, his second Christmas Eve?

Gloria: Oh, my beautiful Fen! Of course, Fen, I want you to know that we all love you so much, and we wanna share every single minute of this holiday with you.

Lauren: And you know what? As soon as Daddy gets home, we're gonna go to Nick and Phyllis' and we're gonna see your girlfriend Summer.

Gloria: And please make my apologies, because I can't make it.

Lauren: Why not?

Gloria: I have other plans. With Jeffrey.

Kevin: Wouldn't you rather spend tonight with family, Mom?

Gloria: Kevin, Jeffrey is family and he's all alone.

Lauren: Well, I'm sure Phyllis wouldn't mind if you brought him along.

Gloria: Yeah, well, maybe another time. Don't worry. We'll be fine.

Kevin: Well, Mom, I can't bear the thought of you being without family on Christmas. And since I can't be with Jana, I'll hang out with you and Jeffrey.

Gloria: That's very thoughtful, Kevin, but not necessary.

Kevin: Oh, I insist.

(Cell phone ringing)

Lauren: Hey, it's Daddy! Michael! Hi, where are you?

Michael: St. Louis. I'm stuck in a snowstorm and they canceled my flight.

Lauren: Canceled your flight? So when are you getting out?

Michael: There's nothing coming in or going out of here.

Lauren: Oh, you're kidding. Until when?

Michael: I don't know. It looks bad. This thing has stalled right over us.

Lauren: Are you saying that you may not get home at all?

Michael: Oh, I'll get there. If I have to strap on a pair of snow skis or hire a team of dogs, I will be there.

[Sleigh bells ringing]

Maggie: Here's to somebody that could've been one of the acting greats-- Olivier, Burton, Sandler.

Paul: Who are the first two? Really, I am not an actor.

Maggie: You're not an act-- and the Oscar for "The best father who recently informed his daughter of his involvement in her life" goes to...

Paul: Thank you. I-I juts really--I-I-- you can't tell how nervous I am?

Maggie: No, that's the motto of a P.I., isn't it? Never let 'em see you sweat?

Paul: Oh, I'd like to accept this on behalf--

Heather: Hello.

Maggie: Hi!

Paul: Hi.

Heather: Hi. Um...

Paul: Merry Christmas.

Heather: Um, thank you. You, too. Um, I hope I'm not late.

Paul: Well, Santa's not here yet. You're early.

Jill: Christmas Eve and Cane's birthday.

Esther: It's so exciting!

Kay: Oh, did you order the birthday cake?

Esther: Everything you asked for and the dinner menu that you wanted.

Jill: Oh, good! 'Cause I want everything to be perfect for my son. I just can't help feeling like we should have another chair here, though.

Kay: Ji Min.

Esther: I bet his spirit is with you.

Jill: Esther, usually when you talk like that, I can't listen. But tonight, I hope you're right.

(Cell phone ringing)

Jill: Oh. Cane, Darling, where are you?

Cane: Hey, Mum, I'm at the coffeehouse. My car died. I called road service.

Jill: Oh, I'll come and get you.

Cane: No, that's okay. Stay there. I shouldn't be too long.

Jill: Okay. All right, well, be safe and, um, get here as soon as you can.

Amber: Your mom disappointed?

Cane: It's okay. I'll get there soon.

Amber: Well, as long as you're stuck here, um, Merry Christmas!

Cane: I told you, you shouldn't--

Amber: It didn't cost much.

Cane: (Laughs)

Amber: (Giggles)

Cane: "Wall of Bees" you remembered, huh? The Australian team is the Wallabees--Wall of Bees.

Amber: Sometimes I get a little confused, but... I-I thought you'd get a kick out of it.

Cane: Thank you. I, um, I didn't get you anything. I'm sorry.

Amber: I didn't expect you to. Thanks for laughing, though. That's all I really wanted.

Victor: "Don Quixote" by Miguel de Cervantes. You know, I loved reading this when I was younger? I loved it.

Adrian: Victoria once told me it was her favorite novel.

Colleen: Yeah, we weren't sure what to get her, but we thought we could take turns reading it to her.

Victor: It's about tilting at windmills, you know? And about dreaming the impossible dream.

Adrian: When Victoria and I were caught in that rubble, all she talked about was having her baby, marrying J.T., and getting back to all of you.

Colleen: And knowing Victoria, she's fighting her way back to you right now.

Victor: Yes. And she will. And that is not an impossible dream.

J.T.: Oh, what a way to spend your first Christmas, huh, Reed? That's all right. We'll have some great family stories to tell.

Nikki: Well, the Christmas story has always been very meaningful to me. A child born to bring peace and hope to the rest of the world.

J.T.: Next year it'll be... Reed and Fen and Summer trying to tear down the decorations on the Christmas tree. Victoria will be right there trying to stop 'em.

Nikki: Mm-hmm. We'll have a big dinner.

J.T.: At our place.

Nikki: We'll have children, grandchildren, grandparents. And I will thank my daughter for bringing this precious miracle into the world.

J.T.: And she'll be right there to tell you, "You're welcome."

Lily: Okay, one. One flying.

(Doorbell rings)

Neil: I know that one.

Lily: Flying. Over.

Karen: I got this one!

Lily: One flying-- oh, "One flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"!

Neil: Oh!

Sharon: Hi!

Neil: Hey, Sharon!

Sharon: Merry Christmas.

Neil: Merry Christmas. Thanks. I'm so glad you could make it. Come on in.

Sharon: Okay.

Lily: Hey!

Sharon: Hi, everyone!

Devon: Hey!

Karen: Reinforcements! Thank God! These guys--the young adults-- the young adults, not the kids, they're destroying us in charades. So come on!

Devon: That's right. Oh, hey, Christmas cookies!

Lily: Ooh! I'm on it!

Karen: You guys need some help?

Lily: Yeah.

Devon: Yeah, yeah, come on.

Sharon: Well, they seem to be doing okay.

Neil: Yeah, well, comes and goes. You know, Sharon, they feel like they're being disloyal to their mother if they really like Karen.

Sharon: Well, Christmas presents for you guys.

Neil: Oh.

Sharon: And I made a donation in Dru's name to an organization that helps foster kids find families.

Neil: Oh, that's very sweet of you. That would mean a lot to her.

Neil: Hey, you know what? I've got yours under the tree. Let me put this down, and I'll give you yours.

Sharon: Oh, okay.

Neil: Where is it? Oh, here it is. For you, from all of us.

Sharon: Thank you.

Neil: So... how are things going for you at home?

Sharon: Um... the same. I'm--I'm waiting until after the holidays to tell Noah that we're moving out.

Neil: Yikes.

Sharon: You know what? Let's talk about something else. We should be celebrating.

Neil: Sharon, I want you to know, I'm always here for you if you need me, okay?

Phyllis: Oh, come in quick! Look, it's Summer's boyfriend! Look! Oh, you're so handsome.

Lauren: Hi!

Phyllis: Where is everyone?

Nick: Hey. Lauren and the munchkin.

Lauren: Hey.

Nick: Here you go.

Phyllis: Thank you.

Nick: Where's Baldwin?

Lauren: Well, you know what? He's in St. Louis. And he was there for a deposition, and then due to bad weather, his plane got grounded, so...

Daniel: Can't he catch another plane?

Lauren: You know, we're not sure. There's some sort of stubborn snow squall.

Daniel: That bites.

Lauren: Yes, it does, but you know what? We're talking about Michael here. And if anybody can find his way here on Christmas, it's him, right?

Nick: Oh, he's-- he's gonna be here. Definitely.

Phyllis: For sure.

Lauren: Thank you.

Phyllis: Okay, so everybody pick up an eggnog. I want to make a toast.

Lauren: Oh.

Daniel: Shouldn't we wait till everyone gets here?

Phyllis: Well...

Nick: You know, I'll take the second toasting shift, so you, uh, you handle this one, okay?

Phyllis: Okay. Um... well, this toast is to all of you, because we've had quite a year, right?

Lauren: (Laughs) yeah, well, starting with you giving birth in an elevator.

Daniel: Yeah, and surviving a plane crash.

Nick: You and that whole prison thing. Man, did you ever milk that one.

Phyllis: (Chuckles) well, what about you two, stuck under all that concrete.

Lauren: Yeah.

Phyllis: So it's to all of you, and, um, I think I am definitely the luckiest--

Nick: Mmm.

Phyllis: Oh, no! The luckiest woman in the world to be here with, um... everybody that I love, and, um... so from my less than perfect heart, I just wanna say... I love you all, and here's to a great year. Cheers!

Daniel: Cheers.

Nick: Somebody's gonna sleep well tonight. Cheers.

Phyllis: What are you doing, baby girl? There's no alcohol in this, thank goodness.

Lauren: I'm glad to hear it.

Jack: Merry Christmas.

Nick: Merry Christmas.

Noah: Hey, Dad.

Nick: Hey, Bud.

Daniel: Oh, look at you!

Lauren: Merry Christmas!

Daniel: You going on an expedition to Antarctica?

Jack: It is four degrees out there with a wind chill--

Baby: (Cries)

Lauren: Uh, Fen.

Phyllis: That's Summer. Definitely.

Lauren: It's Summer?

Phyllis: It's both of them.

Lauren: We are so good! I'll go get it.

Phyllis: Okay, you sure?

Lauren: Yeah, yeah.

Phyllis: All right.

Nick: I can help. Dude, take off your coat. Stay awhile.

Noah: Uh, Dad, I kinda wanna go and see Aunt Victoria, to wish her a happy Christmas.

Daniel: What a coincidence! That's exactly what I was about to do.

Noah: Can I go with you?

Daniel: Well, sure. You know, if the engine block in my car freezes up, I'm gonna need someone to pull the sled, with me on it.

Noah: Oh, yeah, you wish.

Daniel: You just better hope my car doesn't freeze up!

Nick: Be careful.

Phyllis: Ooh, close the door!

Daniel: Yeah.

Phyllis: Close the door! Merry Christmas, Jack. For Noah's sake, definitely.

Jack: Nick knows?

Nick: I know about Sharon. And, uh, I'm sorry.

Jack: Well, not exactly the way I wanted to spend my first Christmas with Sharon and Noah.

Phyllis: Well, listen, you never know what's gonna happen. Sharon might change her mind. Definitely. I mean, it wasn't long ago where this one didn't like me.

Nick: I didn't remember that I liked you. But you know, you won me over. Again.

Phyllis: Yeah?

Nick: Yeah.

Phyllis: All right. Well, I mean, my point is, Sharon hasn't asked for a divorce yet.

Nick: Things could still work out.

Phyllis: Yeah, it's a season of miracles, right?

Nick: And I will never stop believing in those.

Phyllis: Absolutely.

Jack: Well, I wanna believe 'em, too.

Nick: Well, if it's any consolation, we're pulling for you.

Phyllis: Yeah, and if you want, you know, we'll take care of Noah so you and Sharon can have some time alone.

Jack: Well, I appreciate that. I'm not sure that's gonna help.

Nick: It can't hurt.

Jack: Listen, Nick, I feel like I should tell you, thing are gonna get worse before they get better. I've joined Nikki and Katherine in the suit against your father.

Nikki: Victor, its Christmas Eve. Please don't start.

Victor: Don't start what? I'm as capable of being respectful of the holidays as you are, perhaps Moreso.

Nikki: You had to add that last bit?

Victor: Because it is true.

Nikki: You're surprisingly upbeat for a man facing multiple lawsuits and the law.

Victor: And that from a woman who's about to lose her business and her bank account? What the hell are you talking about?

Nikki: All right, look, why don't we have Santa worry about that for one night, shall we?

Victor: That's right.

Nikki: Merry Christmas.

David: Hello, Victor. Merry Christmas.

Victor: Merry Christmas, J.T.

Nikki: I was thinking of going to visit Victoria before it got too late.

David: Sounds like a plan. You wanna go now?

Nikki: If you don't mind, Victor?

Victor: You can have the whole house until I get back.

Kevin: Michael's still not answering.

Gloria: Oh, what a horrible way to spend Christmas Eve-- stuck in a crowded airport.

Amber: Mrs. Bardwell, Boss, what can I get you?

Gloria: Amber, actually, we're waiting for somebody.

Kevin: It's more like something.

Jeff: Gloria! Merry Christmas. And Kevin.

Kevin: I've gone Buddhist, but thanks.

Gloria: Oh, you! Hello, Jeffrey.

Jeff: Ah. A kiss from my fiancée is the best Christmas present I could hope for.

Amber: You're getting married?

Gloria: Yeah, I am.

Amber: Why didn't you tell me?

Kevin: Um, I've been too overcome with emotion.

Amber: Well, congratulations. What can I get you guys to celebrate, hmm?

Gloria: I don't know. Hot chocolate all around.

Amber: On the house!

Kevin: No!

Jeff: This is just like a dream.

Kevin: Freudian?

Jeff: My first Christmas with my new fiancée and future stepson.

Gloria: And the first of many to come.

Jeff: Ah.

Paul: This is nice. I have missed too many Christmases with you.

Heather: I don't know what to say.

Paul: You don't have to say anything.

Heather: So what'd you think, you know, uh, all those Christmases, when you saw other parents buying gifts for their kids and taking them to see Santa? You knew you had a daughter.

Paul: Well, I tried not to think about it.

Heather: Did it work?

Paul: Do you want the truth? Or, um, the way they'd tell you about it in the movies?

Heather: I'm an assistant D.A. I always want the truth.

Paul: Well, uh, in the early years, I would, uh, try and block it out of my mind.

Heather: Block me out, you mean.

Paul: Then later on, I couldn't stop thinking about you.

Heather: Right. Apparently not enough to tell me the truth, though. I would've made you proud.

Paul: You did make me proud. I'm proud of you now.

Heather: You let me go on and on and on, thinking that you were just a friend of the family.

Paul: You know, if I could go back and do it all over again, I would. You know, you don't have to be here if you don't want to.

Heather: I didn't say that, okay? You know, I just can't make this easy for you. It's not easy for me.

Paul: That's fine.

Heather: Are you sure?

Paul: One day at a time, okay?

Heather: Okay.

Noah: Okay, one... two... three! Oh, fooled ya!

Phyllis: Oh, come on!

Nick: Man!

Phyllis: We wanna see!

Nick: Come on, open up, Brother.

Daniel: Who's it from?

Jack: Actually, I'm guilty there. I had a little bit of a fight with the wrapping paper.

Lauren: Yeah, come on! Let's open it up for real this time.

Noah: Okay, okay, okay. Okay, one, two--

Daniel: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold it! Hold it! Oh, look at that! Look at that!

Phyllis: Do you want me to kiss him?

Daniel: Yeah.

Nick: You want me to kiss her?

Daniel: Yeah!

Lauren: Do I have to demonstrate, guys? 'Cause I mean, I do have a husband that's stuck in an airport.

Phyllis: You wanna kiss him?

Lauren: Well...

Nick: Well, I could probably handle it, you know, if you think you could.

Phyllis: I think I can handle it.

Noah: Just kiss her already!

Lauren: Yeah, kiss her!

Daniel: Come on.

Lauren: Aw.

Daniel: There we go.

Noah: All right, can we go back to my present?

Daniel: Yes! Yes! Now Noah "Evil Boy Genius" will open his first present of the evening.

Noah: All right. Here we go! Is this for when I'm somewhere where there's a ping-pong table?

Nick: Ooh!

Jack: Funny you should mention that, I saw a brand-new ping-pong table in the rec room on my way here.

Noah: You got me a ping-pong table?! That's awesome!

Daniel: That is a great gift. Hey, you wanna battle sometime?

Noah: You're gonna get your butt kicked.

Daniel: Ooh.

Phyllis: That's very thoughtful, Jack.

Noah: Yeah, thanks, Jack.

Nick: Now you know I'm, like, a super ping-pong ringer, right?

Noah: All right, then we got two on two. Me and you against Jack and Mom.

Nick: Oh, yeah, let's bring it.

Jack: Well, I'd--I'd better be going.

Noah: You're leaving now? Before Mom gets here?

Jack: I got a few things tomorrow I gotta get ready for.

Daniel: Well, uh, I guess I'll go ahead and walk you out. I'm gonna meet some friends over at the coffeehouse anyway.

Phyllis: Oh, hey, put your coat on. It's freezing out there.

Daniel: Yes, Mom.

Jack: Hey, you have fun. And don't wake up too early for your dad and Phyllis, okay? You got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.

Noah: Merry Christmas, Jack.

Jack: Merry Christmas, Noah.

Neil: Okay, here we are. Second batch, fresh from the oven.

Karen: Oh, how are they?

Neil: How are they? I don't know. I haven't had one yet. I'm being a gentleman and offering you one first.

Karen: Really? That's so sweet. Neil was just bringing me the very first cookie. He said he hadn't tasted them yet.

Neil: Well, I told her, I'm being a gentleman. My mama raised me right. Mmm, they smell good.

Karen: Your mama needed to raise you to lie a little bit better, maybe.

Neil: What are you talking about?

Karen: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Neil: Huh? Oh, well, that--that-- yeah, they're--they're good. You want one?

Lily: On year, Mom read me "A Christmas Carol" on Christmas morning. I remember all I waned to do was get to my presents.

Colleen: Ghosts of Christmas past?

Lily: Yeah. And now, I would give anything to have her read to me again.

Colleen: Yeah. I know.

Lily: I feel like everywhere I look, I see my mom and Daniel or both. It's like I feel like I'm being tortured.

Colleen: Well, you know, at least you can see Daniel.

Lily: Yeah. I can live with that. But my mom... she would've loved this. Well, minus the Karen part.

Colleen: Well, you know, she'd want you to love it, too. Maybe even including Karen.

Esther: Okay, make a wish!

Jill: Very good!

Cane: It's the best birthday I've ever had.

Kay: Well, then let's make it a family tradition.

Jill: We should do that.

Kay: Yeah, absolutely.

Jill: It's been a very hard year, but you have been the best part of it.

Cane: Oh, Mum.

Jill: Sweetheart. Sweetheart.

Paul: Thank you. And thank you.

Heather: Thank you.

Paul: I hope this is the first Christmas Eve of many.

Heather: We'll see.

Maggie: Well, um, thank you both for letting me share it. I-I hate to rush things, but if we don't get a move on soon, we're gonna be late for mass.

Paul: Yeah, okay.

Maggie: Okay.

Heather: Wait, you're-- you're going to midnight mass?

Paul: Yeah.

Heather: I'd love to come.

Daniel: Here, I thought you were all alone, I come back to keep you company, and I find you hanging out with these low-lifes?

Kevin: Very merry, my friend.

Daniel: Same to you.

Gloria: Merry Christmas, Daniel. I wonder where Jeffrey is. How long does it take to get something out of your car?

Kevin: Maybe he froze.

Amber: You don't like him?

Kevin: I love the guy. To death.

Jeff: Ah, the keyhole on my car door was frozen shut, but I managed to get it open. This is for you. Merry Christmas.

Gloria: Well, I guess great minds think alike because this is for you. No, you go on. Open it first.

Jeff: Uh, okay. Oh, my! A "Walk Liberty" half-dollar. I haven't seen one of these in years!

Gloria: Yes, it's from the very year you were born.

Daniel: Aw.

Amber: That's so romantic.

Kevin: Sweet gift, Mom.

Gloria: Mmm.

Kevin: Any more where that one came from?

Jeff: Open yours.

Gloria: Okay, here we go! Jabot face cream. And my favorite.

Daniel: Don't you get that stuff for free?

Jeff: Well, hopefully getting it from someone she loves gives it a whole different meaning.

Gloria: Of course it does.

(Door closes)

Nikki: Thanks.

Nick: Hey, Mom. I, uh, just came to see Vick.

Nikki: Oh, we were just up there.

Nick: So no Christmas miracle?

Nikki: Not yet.

David: She looks good.

Nick: Hey, you know what a miracle is, though? You and Sharon living together by choice? If that can happen, anything is possible.

Nikki: You're right about that.

Neil: "Go, tell it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere. Go, tell it on the mountain, that Jesus Christ is born. While shepherds kept their watching over silent flocks by night. Behold throughout the heavens, there shown a holy light. Down in a lowly manger, the humble Christ was born. And God sent us salvation, the blessed Christmas morn." Merry Christmas, Dru.

John: You hear that?

Jack: Hear what, Pop?

John: No Christmas music, no laughter, no happy children.

Jack: I'm so lonely, Dad. And I'm about to lose what I care about most.

John: I know, Jackie-boy. It's just not fair.

Victor: So?

J.T.: Reed gained two ounces! They're stopping the c-pap treatment in the morning!

Victor: Well, I'll be damned. That's a good sign.

J.T.: Yeah. How's that for a Christmas gift, huh?

Victor: That's a hell of a Christmas gift. It makes me happy.

(Door opens)


Noah: Hey, did you guys hear that?!

Phyllis: No, what?

Noah: I just heard something outside.

Phyllis: Outside where?

Noah: I'm not sure, but it sounded like a big thud.

Nick: A big thud? Maybe it was like, uh, an icicle falling off the roof?

Phyllis: Ooh, yeah. Does anybody want, uh, anything else to eat?

Lauren: Ugh, no. I'm stuffed.

Phyllis: You are?

Nick: We got leftovers. You know, I can get some, put 'em on a plate. 'Cause you know, that's the kind of guy I am.

Daniel: Hungry?

Nick: You hungry? You're always hungry.

Lauren: You are? Really? After all those cookies?

Noah: I'm not kidding. It sounded, like, way bigger than an icicle.

Phyllis: Ooh, really? All right, I'm gonna go check it out.

Daniel: You're gonna go?

Phyllis: I'll go.

Daniel: Okay.

Phyllis: If, uh, I don't come back because I've frozen to death, um, call the search party.

Daniel: Yeah, we will.

Lauren: Okay.

Phyllis: Oh! I don't know what you think you thought you heard, Noah-- (gasps) oh! Oh, my gosh! Hey!

Michael: Shh!

Phyllis: Oh!

Michael: Quiet.

Phyllis: Okay. A surprise? Noah, I-I didn't see anything, but oh, my gosh!

Michael: Ho! Ho! Ho!

Phyllis: Oh, my gosh!

Michael: Ho! Ho! Ho!

Lauren: Michael?

Michael: I told you I'd make it!

Lauren: Oh! How did you do it?! How are you here?

Michael: Oh, the storm broke, I got on the only plane they let out. There was no way I was missing Christmas.

Lauren: Oh, Honey.

Nick: What's up, Santa?

Michael: Oh, well, where can I begin? There was this guy on the roof trying to get down the chimney, dressed in red, couldn't make it, couldn't fit, so he tosses this delightful hat and this bag to me, which contained... presents!

Phyllis: Presents!

Michael: Presents, my friend! That's right!

Daniel: Who is this silly man? Is this silly man your daddy? Is that silly man your daddy?

Michael: Oh, don't be scared.

Lauren: It's just Daddy in a silly hat.

Michael: Come here, my little man.

Daniel: You wanna go to Daddy?

Michael: Come here.

Daniel: There you go.

Michael: Yes. Aw. That's Santa. That's how I'm gonna introduce myself. And that's a toy. But this is your father.

Lauren: Look! Look at the hat.

Michael: That's right. Oh, Merry Christmas, everybody! Merry Christmas!

Nick: Merry Christmas.

Michael: Come here.

Daniel: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold that thought!

Michael: There we go. I see your game here. Come here. Come here.

Lauren: And one for you.

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

Jack: You and I have built something pretty wonderful. Yes, it can be better.

Sharon: I can't do this.

Maggie: We're going through the evidence that we've collected and it keeps on leading me to Victor Newman.

Victor: Who the hell asked you?!

Nikki: Stop it! Stop it!

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