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Sharon: Um, okay, you-- you seduced your-- your gay lawyer, and you're...
Adam: Straight as an arrow. Yeah. My sexuality, at least... certainly not my morals.
Sharon: Now is this the kind of thing that you think you might regret having told me later?
Adam: Regret, Sharon? This is who I am. I'm a liar, a manipulator. Oh, it's okay. It makes me sick, too.
Victoria: Hi, J.T. um, it's me. Listen, will you call me when you land? Um, you know what I said about not staying married? (Sighs) I hate the way we left things. Would you please call me? I love you. (Sighs) "The heiress to the Newman throne pulled the wool over shareholders' eyes by giving them false information about her father's health. Should she be charged? The S.E.C. says so."
Michael: "The Wall Street Journal"?
Victoria: (Sighs) "Financial" blog. "The Journal" was worse.
Michael: Hmm. Is that why you wanted to meet?
Victoria: Well, I would like to know what my legal options are, Michael.
Michael: As your father's personal attorney, I handle a wide variety of issues for him. But in this case, I think you should contact the company's legal department.
Kay: Oh, well, hello there, you two.
Michael: Oh, how are you, Katherine?
Victoria: Hi, Katherine.
Kay: Uh, by the way, I haven't had a chance to call your father this morning. How is he?
Victoria: Oh, surprisingly well for someone who should still be in the hospital.
Kay: (Chuckles) Well, you know, when Victor Newman makes up his mind about anything--
Victoria: You don't have to tell me.
Kay: Oh, by the way, my e-mail box was a-flurry with mail this morning. I suppose I should, uh, welcome you to the club.
Victoria: Oh, so then you've seen how I've been skewered by the press?
Kay: Oh, my dear, strong women attract vitriol. Don't lose sleep over it. You're made of tougher stuff. (Chuckles)
Nikki: Okay. Your suits are in the closet. I put everything else in the armoire.
Victor: Well, that can all wait till later, okay?
Nikki: Oh, and we have to call Dr. Swift, give him your room number here. And I also wanted to talk to the manager and let him know what the transplant rejection symptoms are, just in case.
Victor: Sweetheart, let's deal with all that later. What's going on?
Victor: Yes, there is.
Nikki: I found out...
Victor: You found out what?
Nikki: The night that I left Genoa City, after I came to talk to you, you came looking for me. Why'd you do that? What did you want to say?
Paul: Okay, green tea, honey on the side.
Emily: (Chuckles) Thank you.
Paul: (Chuckles) D-do you want me to say something?
Emily: No. You'd think I'd be used to the stares and whispers by now. I have a famous face.
Paul: Yeah, I guess so. They say, you know, "Imitation is the highest form of flattery." I guess Patty should have asked you before she stole your image, huh? You have kept a surprisingly cool head with all this. Thank you.
Emily: Patty didn't know what she was doing. (Sighs) It's the--it's the-- it's the people who orchestrated this that infuriate me.
Paul: Yeah, well, I don't give a damn about them. I just want my sister back-- you know, the person she was before all this happened.
Emily: (Sighs) Y-you need to know that there is a possibility that she may never be herself again.
Paul: But she could come close with your help.
Emily: She already has a psychiatrist here.
Paul: But she trusts you. (Sighs) Listen, Dr. Peterson, what can I do to convince you to stay? You name it-- anything at all. I have failed my sister in so many ways. I really don't want to fail her with this.
Billy: All right, somebody, get me a head shot of Victor Newman, warts and all. Uh, you know, actually, the more warts, the better. That--that's perfect.
Billy: I'm going to hang you up by your toes.
Jack: Who are we stringing up now?
Billy: Well, I didn't expect to see you here, Jack.
Jack: A guy can't drop by with a little champagne to see how his little brother's business venture is doing? Oh, and to ask one question--
Jack: Have you lost your mind?
Billy: (Clears throat)
Victor: How'd you know I went looking for you?
Nikki: Paul told me.
Victor: (Sighs) Well, it was a very difficult night for all of us, wasn't it?
Nikki: For Paul and me, yes, it was, but not for you. I mean, I had just told you I still love you, and you turned me away, so what was left to say?
Victor: You always focus on the past. But whenever we talk about the future, you just avoid it.
Nikki: No, I don't.
Victor: Not physically. You don't disappear, but it's always something comes up, something regarding my meds or having to unpack things or...
Nikki: Well, I want you to be comfortable. Is that wrong?
Victor: No. It's just that I think you're doing that to avoid talking about... the future.
Nikki: What future?
Victor: The future you and I are meant to have.
Nikki: You know, I-- there are still so many things that I have to take care of. I'm not avoiding them. I'm not disappearing. Um, I'll be back, and we'll talk then.
Billy: I tell you what, Jack, I've got an idea. Why don't you go home, put that champagne on ice, chill it, and when I get done here at work, I'll go home, and I will celebrate, and you can just hover as much as you like?
Jack: This champagne isn't for celebrating. It's for numbing the pain when you lose everything here.
Billy: You know what, Buddy? You wouldn't be such a hard-ass if you knew what I was working on here.
Jack: Okay, so enlighten me.
Billy: (Clears throat) Look, Phyllis came up with this idea for the cover story-- some fluff thing. It's, uh, celebrity pets. It's "Restless Style's" answer to all the gloom and doom in the world, but I, I know what the public really wants. What the public wants is justice.
Jack: Wait, justice for whom?
Jack: Your idea of reviving "Restless Style" is taking on Victor Newman?
Billy: You did the same thing when Sabrina died.
Jack: That was different. Get up. Get up. Come on.
Billy: You know, in my off--really? Have a seat, Jack, please.
Jack: (Sighs) "Smug and sanctimonious, Victor Newman was hell-bent on destruction. Who would the corporate giant target next? An oil refinery? A business empire? A small rogue country?"
Billy: It's a rough draft.
Jack: "The answer is 'D,' a young, innocent, would-be art history professor." This is all wrong, Billy. You want to bring down "Old mumbles"? Watch and learn. I'll show you.
(Computer keys clicking)
Michael: All right, nobody gets a reward for ratting anyone out to the S.E.C. so the question is, who is benefitting from your suffering? Victoria, still here?
Victoria: (Sighs) I'm sorry, Michael. I just--I have a lot on my mind right now.
Michael: Victor! Here, sit. Sit here.
Victor: Thank you.
Victoria: Shouldn't you be resting?
Victor: Well... (Sighs) It does get a little stir-crazy up there. This is the middle of the afternoon. What-- what are you two doing here?
Victoria: Oh, Michael and I were just conferring about a few business issues, nothing really important.
Victor: Why don't I believe that?
Michael: It's his company, Victoria. He should know.
Victoria: The S.E.C. investigation is all over the news. Dad, you should hear what they're saying about me. Michael doesn't think I should fight, but I just can't sit back and eat it. Isn't that what you would do?
Adam: It was so easy to convince myself that my-- my actions were justified. You know, I mean, if-- if Nick and Victoria, they--they didn't understand the business, then it was my obligation to step in and-- and save the company. If my father forced me to take the fall, I'd make him take the fall.
Sharon: So you felt backed into a corner.
Adam: (Sighs) No. It was worse than a corner. It was-- eventually, it lead to a prison cell-- literally. And then I moved back to the ranch, and that didn't help. And my lawyer, he's a-a nice guy, and he would drop in from time to time just to see how I was holding up. And then...
Sharon: Go on. I mean, it's--
Sharon: Listen, its okay. I'm not gonna judge you.
Adam: Listen, it didn't take a master's degree to figure out that the guy had feelings for me. You know, I mean, we never talked about it, but I knew. And then he started questioning my motives, like everybody else, and I panicked, and I-- I thought, if I could only do something to keep this guy in my corner... and that's when I-- I told him that I had feelings for him. And I knew it was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But, um, I didn't think things would get physical. And he reciprocated, and it happened so fast.
Sharon: And then Heather found out, didn't she?
Adam: The only two people who gave a damn about me, and I hurt them both. And, you know, they go up against each other in court practically every day. I mean, he's-- she gives the poor kid hell, and it's not even his fault. It is my fault.
Sharon: Well, wait. He's a kid?
Adam: He's not a kid. He--he's my age. He just looks young. He--
Sharon: Are you talking about Rafe Torres?
Adam: How did you know that?
Sharon: Well, he's-- he's my lawyer! He was-- you know, he was negotiating my sentencing, and he told me that the A.D.A. had something against him, but I never thought... (Chuckles)
Adam: You know what? You're right. I-I shouldn't have talked about this. Why'd I have to say anything? I'm sure you're on Rafe's side.
Sharon: Oh, no, no, no. Listen. There are no sides. Look, I've-- I-I've done things. I'm--I've really acted out. I stole things. I slept with men that I had no business sleeping with.
Adam: You mean the baby...
Sharon: Yeah, I-I didn't even know who the father was at first. So, you know, we've both paid the price, Adam. We've both done our time.
Adam: Sharon, this is not some karmic payback for you.
Sharon: I know. You know, I realize that this just wasn't meant to be. But we move on for our family. Children really-- they make us want to be better people. So why don't you just think about your new little sister and how much you love her?
Adam: How do you do that?
Adam: Give me the benefit of the doubt.
Sharon: Um, honestly, that's not the hardest thing that I've ever had to do.
Kay: So... what happened with Victor?
Nikki: What makes you think I came over to talk about him?
Kay: (Chuckles) Well, didn't you?
Nikki: I do have other things going on in my life, you know.
Kay: Well, I'd love to hear all about them, after I hear about Victor.
Nikki: (Sighs) All right. I asked him why he came looking for me the night I left town.
Kay: Mm-hmm. And what did he say?
Nikki: I walked away before he could answer.
Kay: (Scoffs) What in God's green earth possessed you to do that?
Nikki: Ever since I came back from Colorado, things have been so simple between us. He needed support, I gave it.
Kay: And now?
Nikki: Well, you know what they say-- the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome. But I have to tell you, Katherine, I do see a change in Victor since he got through the surgery.
Kay: Nikki, Nikki, Nikki, Nikki, Darling, you can dance this dance until the end of time, and you will never know where you will end up-- not unless you get off that dance floor and you get on with your life, your life.
Nikki: Oh, I know where we'll end up-- fighting, crying, maybe drinking. I mean, you've seen it, Katherine. You know.
Victor: So, Michael, I take it you do not share my daughter's bloodlust?
Michael: If Victoria goes after the press, guns blazing, it'll come off as protesting too much.
Victoria: So what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to just sit back and take it and leave myself vulnerable to a press that's gonna pounce the second they sense any weakness?
Michael: Yes, exactly. Bingo.
Victoria: Obviously, you haven't worked with my father long enough to know that Newmans don't fold. We fight back.
Victor: Sweetheart, I share your sentiment, but you cannot deal with the press when you're this angry. You're too emotional right now.
Victoria: Don't you see, Dad--
Victor: Sweetheart, I'm telling you. You have to grow a thicker skin. This will happen again, trust me.
Victoria: I don't care if it happens again. This time, I was entrusted with the company while you were in recovery--
Victor: Well, you have done a wonderful job. I really mean that. But I'm gonna take over now, okay? I know how to deal with these media hacks.
Jack: "And what of the Caribbean bank of Corazal..."
Billy: The what?
Jack: Keep typing. "C-o-r-a-z-a-l--"
Billy: I can spell "Corazal," Jack.
Jack: "A bank known only to the world's wealthiest, that went down 24 hours after Victor removed all of his holdings? Did he have a psychic on his payroll, or is this another story of insider trading?"
Billy: How do you know all this?
Jack: Rule number one-- never reveal your source.
Billy: It's funny. I mean, 20 minutes ago, you thought I was setting myself up for some epic fail, but now you're here helping me roast Victor Newman, after you let him take Colleen's heart.
Jack: That was Traci's decision.
Billy: Yes, I know, but you agreed, Jack.
Jack: I told you why.
Billy: Yeah, yeah. It was something about, uh, Victor distracted Patty and he may have taken a bullet that was meant for you.
Jack: It doesn't mean we're fast friends, Billy.
Billy: Well, I'm glad to hear you say that, because the day that Victor and CeeCee went into that O.R. and only Victor came out, that's the day that I declared war on him.
Jack: (Sighs) Billy, listen to me. Being passionate is fine. Don't let your emotions do your writing for you.
Billy: Can we get past "Ethics in journalism" at this point, please? I mean, this man is basically responsible for killing our niece. It wasn't bad enough that he let out that viral video, but he basically had Patty Williams kill our niece.
Jack: Whoa, whoa. Now wait. Wait. You leave Patty out of this story.
Billy: Jack, are you kidding me? I mean, how am I supposed to write about Victor and not mention Patty?
Jack: If you talk about what went on at the lake, I'll tell you what's gonna happen. Everyone will forget every other crime that Victor committed, including bringing Patty into this town. All they'll remember is that the hero went to the lake and took a bullet for his archenemy. You'll make a martyr out of him.
Billy: Jack, you don't give your public enough credit.
Jack: You don't know who the hell your public is. I'm telling you, do not write Patty. I swear, I will stop this story in its tracks.
Billy: No, you wouldn't.
Jack: Try me.
Emily: Okay, thank you. (Clears throat)
Paul: Everything cool?
Emily: (Groans) I spoke with the dean at the medical school, and he'd like me to return to teaching after my sabbatical is over.
Emily: I-I--although, I really want to help Patty, I do need to get back to Minnesota and prepare my curriculum. It's just the reality of things.
Paul: Yeah, well, I got enough reality. What I could use is a miracle.
Emily: Well, I've met a lot of people in this town who really care about you.
Paul: Yeah, about me, not about my sister. They are either, um, scared to death of Patty, or, um, they pity her. But nobody cares. And the thought of her spending the rest of her life in that hole pretending that she's still married to Jack Abbott and, uh... (Sighs)
Emily: I really wish that--
Paul: She's my kid sister.
Paul: If I could turn back the clock and-- and--and make her right, I would, but I don't have that power. You do. You are all I have.
Emily: Okay. I'll--I'll-- I'll give you a few more days, okay?
Emily: (Sighs) I-I've gotta tell you, though, it's not gonna be enough time. Not after the damage that Jack Abbott and Victor Newman have done.
Paul: Well, you know what? It's more than I had before, doc. (Mugs clink)
Kay: You know, I have to wonder where we would be if, uh, if you had married Paul.
Nikki: Well, this isn't just about Paul. I-I knew even before Victor rejected me that if I had married Paul, it would have been the wrong thing.
Kay: Were you happy being by yourself in Colorado?
Nikki: Victor asked me that same thing.
Kay: (Chuckles) Funny, he knows you almost as well as I do.
Nikki: Well, I definitely went... (Sighs) Way too fast from Victor to David and then to Paul. But I'll tell you, waking up every morning those weeks, looking out over the mountains, compared to wallowing in Mexico, staring at the bottom of a bottle...
Nikki: No contest.
Kay: (Clicks tongue) Well, I don't-- I don't have a crystal ball, Nikki. And perhaps the two of you could get it right this time, or you could end up tearing one another limb from limb. But I'll tell you something-- I have learned that no one has the time, in this life, for vacillation. And I, for one, I don't care what decision you make-- in or out. Just cut the crap and get on with your life already.
Victoria: You just got out of the hospital. I won't have you fighting my battles.
Victor: Sweetheart, I will give my statement, and no one will question your integrity, all right?
Michael: See? See? That's not a bad idea.
Victoria: I said no. My entire life, everyone has told me how much I'm like my father. It hasn't always been meant as a compliment, but I've taken it as one. And if you can walk across this room like a phoenix, Dad, then I can handle this. I've earned the right to defend my own name. After everything I've lost to this company, after everything that I might lose, Dad, I can fix this on my own. There's just one thing that I want from you. I want your blessing.
Nikki: Well, you certainly know how to cut to the heart of the matter.
Kay: Well, and you wouldn't have come here otherwise. Oh, I can--I can-- I can see-- I can see how it happens. The two of you are in the same room-- I mean, together-- and, um, you instantly become this naive, young girl...
Kay: Who fell in love with a self-made prince. That is beautiful sentiment for romantic novelists. But, Nikki, Darling, what happens after "Happily ever after"?
Nikki: Katherine, my feelings for Victor will never subside. I know that. I knew it from the moment I took his hand and we prayed to God that we would find a donor. That's not gonna change. He has given me everything. Without Victor, I wouldn't have this life. I wouldn't have my children, our grandchildren. (Sighs) But I don't want to turn into that helpless waif who's batting her eyelashes and saying, "Oh, Victor, what was it you wanted to tell me that night that you broke my heart?" I don't.
Kay: No, perhaps you want him to say he chooses you.
Nikki: Well, that choice comes with a price, and I don't know if I can pay it anymore.
Michael: If you'll excuse me?
Victor: All right, you're excused. Sweetheart, you may have inherited my best qualities, and I'm very proud of you. I really am. But please, you must remain above this idiocy with the press.
Victoria: Because you don't think that I can handle it.
Victor: No, because you're above it.
Victoria: (Sighs) I'm so glad you're still here. All right. I promise you, I will focus on the company and not on the press on one condition.
Victor: And what's that?
Victoria: When we find out who turned us in to the S.E.C., there's no holding back, Dad. I want that lowlife coward to lose everything that we almost lost.
Adam: So is this what it's gonna be like every time we see each other?
Sharon: Yeah, and I haven't even gotten to my junior high school years yet.
Adam: (Chuckles) That sounds big.
Adam: We'll save that for, like, a Thanksgiving dinner.
Adam: I mean, not that-- I'm sure you have plans... (Clears throat) For Thanksgiving. I didn't mean--
Sharon: Um, actually, I think I'm--I'm just gonna skip the holidays this year. But you know what? Let's make a deal, okay? Next time one of us is standing on the edge of a cliff, about to do something really stupid, let's call each other first.
Adam: Mm. So you want me to be your 12-step sponsor?
Sharon: What do you say, sponsor? (Chuckles)
Adam: Put her there, sponsor.
Sharon: Right. (Chuckles)
Billy: Okay. Thank you, Mitch.
Jack: Billy, leave Patty alone.
Billy: I get it. You have a guilty conscience.
Jack: You have no id-- stick to Victor's business manipulations-- the viral video, the bank in the Cayman Islands. Anything more, it's gonna come back and bite you in the butt, mark my words.
Billy: Jack, Newman twirls his mustache, literally, as he preys on young women, but why write about that... (Silly voice) When we've got a-a thousand words on the inner workings of offshore business accounts. I mean, that's fascinating stuff, Jack.
Jack: This isn't open for discussion.
Billy: (Normal voice) Fine. You win. No Patty.
Jack: Thank you. It's a good story without it.
Jack: And maybe Billy Abbott's "Restless Style" will not be the disaster I worried it would be.
Billy: Gee, thank you, Jackie. (Sighs)
Nikki: Hi. I hoped you'd be here.
Victoria: Hi, Mom.
Victoria: (Sighs) I just saw Dad at the club.
Nikki: I hope he's taking it easy.
Victoria: Uh, you know Dad.
Nikki: Well, I think I have everything covered for him-- his pills, his clothes. I've talked to his assistant about his calendar. Oh, and then I'm gonna call--
Victoria: And you're just acting like his wife again.
Nikki: All right.
Nikki: Speaking of husbands and wives, how's J.T.?
Victoria: (Sighs) Sorry, Mom, it... (Sighs) You're probably gonna find out eventually, anyway. J.T. went to New York City for a job interview.
Nikki: Oh. For our New York offices?
Victoria: No. (Sighs) No, not for Newman.
Nikki: Oh, Honey.
Victoria: It's okay. It's not about the job. He's just grieving Colleen, and he's trying to deal with what Dad did, and what's going on with our marriage, and... (Sighs) But he wants me to make a choice-- my marriage or the company. Either way, Mom--
Nikki: Oh, Honey. Either way, you lose. Oh, baby.
Victor: Thank you for drawing this up so quickly.
Michael: Well, for what it's worth, I still don't agree with you relinquishing the ranch.
Victor: Yeah, but this is what I want, okay? And there are some other things we need to discuss.
Victor: I'm sorry?
Michael: Your tone of voice when you said, um, "Other things to discuss." It sounded like there was more to the sentence.
Victor: Do you still have the last will and testament that you drew up before the transplant surgery?
Michael: It's secure.
Victor: All right. Nicholas and Victoria know how I feel about Adam staying on at Newman, and Adam knows that he will not have carte blanche at the company.
Michael: You're getting your ducks in a row?
Victor: I'm about to make some big changes in my life, some very big changes.
Billy: "Patty Williams pointed her gun at her final target, Victor Newman, the monster who dumped the last of Patty's marbles in the same lake his goddaughter lay drowning in. And with the pull of a trigger, she tried to do what so many others failed at-- ridding the world of one of its most hateful scourges." Martyr, my ass. Sorry, Jack. I'm calling the shots now.
Jack: Keep the change.
Emily: Um, Mr. Abbott?
Jack: Oh. I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing that face.
Emily: Well, you won't have to.
Jack: Why? You're leaving town?
Emily: Well, not for a couple of days, um, which is why I'm glad I ran into you.
Jack: Well, that's a nice change.
Emily: You said you, uh, had been visiting my patient, and I'd prefer you stop doing that. I feel it's detrimental to her health.
Jack: Her name is Patty.
Emily: I know her name. But, you, on the other hand, will no longer have to.
Jack: You're really not gonna cut me a break, are you?
Emily: No, I believe I won't.
Jack: So that's it? You're just cutting me off?
Emily: There is nothing to cut off. We barely know each other.
Jack: Okay, fair enough. Understand one thing, though-- besides Paul, no one wants Patty to get better more than I do. You want me to stay away from her? Fine. You can return the favor-- stop giving me the evil eye every time you see me.
Emily: There is no "Evil eye." (Sighs) I-if you are feeling anything, it's your own guilt that you are projecting.
Jack: Okay, fine. After all the things I've lost in the last year, I think I've paid my karmic debt, don't you?
Emily: Mr. Abbott, I--
Jack: I'm trying to "Face up" to what I did to Patty, trying to "Own it," trying to "Grow from it," to steal a few phrases from your profession. Maybe you could let the rest of us try to find our way through life and ease up on the judgment, will you?
Billy: I sent you the file. Yeah, no, I sent it in a jpeg and a pdf format. I mean-- you want it in--in a-- you want it in a what? A vs--a vsf--a vsf file?
Sharon: (Clears throat)
Billy: What's a vsf--
Sharon: Psd file.
Billy: Uh, yeah, no, I got it. Yeah, right here. I'll send it to you right now. Thank you. Okay, bye. Do you know what the hell he's talking about?
Sharon: Yes, a psd file. It's the graphics program. Here, I'll just show you. There. There you go.
Billy: Aha. I'll be damned.
Billy: Hi, by the way.
Billy: (Chuckles) Thank you. I mean--aah, hello.
Billy: Mm. You just missed Jack. It could have been a "Restless Style" reunion.
Sharon: Mm. Hmm.
Billy: Mm. Okay.
Billy: (Clears throat) Um, would you like some champagne? Or would that, uh, be a little too weird?
Sharon: Um, well, uh, if you think that a glass of champagne is weird, wait till you hear what I came to talk to you about.
Sharon: I just-- I came to see if you were hiring. (Champagne cork pops)
Sharon: (Gasps) Oh!
Billy: Whoa! (Laughs)
Sharon: I just, uh, I'm tired of sitting around the house and feeling sorry for myself.
Billy: Oh, okay. I-I--you know, I just didn't think you'd ever want to step back in here. I mean, there was you and Jack, and there was you and nick. I mean, hell, there was you and me, so...
Sharon: Um, okay. Hold on for a moment. There--there is no "You and me," okay?
Billy: Oh, you have that right. No offense, but--
Sharon: No, none--none taken.
Sharon: Those guys, they-- they've moved on with their lives. And the only thing that's really familiar about this place for me is the job itself, and I-I really miss it.
Billy: Well, you know, secretly, I could use someone to show me the ropes, you know?
Sharon: I'll be your professional psd converter.
Billy: Well, in that case, we will have a toast...
Sharon: (Laughs) Okay.
Billy: To my first issue, and to my-- whoops.
Sharon: Whoo! Zoinks.
Billy: First official hire.
Billy: Cheers. (Glasses clink)
Paul: (Sighs) Hey, Katherine.
Kay: Oh, Paul. What brings you here?
Paul: Well, usually the French roast, but, um, I forgot my phone.
Kay: Uh-huh. I saw Nikki earlier.
Paul: Oh, yeah, well, it's good to have her back.
Kay: It's a wonderful thing you did.
Paul: What, reuniting the woman I love with her ex-husband?
Kay: No, because you didn't punish her for how she felt.
Paul: Well, I just hope she ends up where she belongs, and that she's happy.
Kay: Oh, Paul.
Nikki: Sweetheart, J.T. loves you, and you love him. You have a child. And at the end of the day, it's not about culpability or condemnation. It's about family, and all the rest is just... (Sighs) Well, it's just dancing.
Nikki: Sorry. Something somebody said to me earlier-- how two people can just dance around each other and it can either be exhilarating or exhausting, but at one point, you have to just grab each other's hands and make the decision to go home--together.
Adam: Victor? Uh, your driver said that I could find you here. Um, listen, I've seen some of the pieces, uh, the press did on Victoria. I've been talking to a guy at the S.E.C., and, uh, I'm gonna find out what happened. I want you and Victoria to know that I won't let you down.
Michael: Well, why would anyone think that?
Adam: Listen, I think that until the dust settles, that, uh, maybe Victoria should lay low. Maybe Nick or somebody else should handle the media for a little while.
(Cell phone rings)
Victor: Excuse me. That is my doctor calling. Yes?
Michael: So... you think someone else should handle the media? Gosh, I wonder who.
Adam: I'm still the bastard son fresh off a prison sentence-- hardly a good spokesperson, Michael.
Michael: How stupid do you think I am? I just watched you try to remove your sister from this company.
Adam: Is that what I said? Because I recall saying that...
Michael: Save it!
Adam: She should lay low.
Michael: Save it. Victor just cheated death, so he's cutting you a lot more slack than he would otherwise, but that doesn't mean we don't see your game. You may think that you're about to get everything you want, but I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen.
Adam: (Sighs) Is that a threat?
Michael: (Chuckles) With one hand.
Victor: Everything all right?
Michael: Yes, Victor. I was just explaining to Adam that we have it covered.
Victor: Mm-hmm. And you understand, Adam?
Adam: Yes, Sir.
Victor: I'm glad you see it my way.
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Jana: It looks a bit like you at that age.
Ryder: What are you doing with my stuff?
Ashley: You're gonna throw me out, and your children? The baby, too?
Victor: I will not be barred from my own place.
Deacon: I did your wife a big favor.
J.T.: You son of a--
Victoria: Hey! Oh!
Nick: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
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