As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 10/22/03

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Proofread by Emma

Henry: Hey. Hey. You wanna get rid of the nurse? That lithesome creature with legs that go all the way up?

Katie: Just think of something, Henry. Be creative, be charming.

Henry: Oh, sure, okay. Oh, my heart. My heart, my heart. I'm just abuzz with ideas of how I could distract the lovely Miss Glenda.

Katie: Just make sure she stays one sponge bath short of coming anywhere near Mike.

Henry: Oh, see, darling, that's what I love about you. You never underestimate my ability to get a job done.

Katie: So we have a plan?

Henry: Oh, yeah. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. The angel of mercy is about to meet the master of deception.

Glenda: Well, I've got some errands to run. I'll meet you at your place later?

Mike: Yeah. You have the directions?

Glenda: I take route 23; get off at the Old Post Road --

Mike: And come up on the east side of the lake.

Glenda: I have your number if I get lost.

Mike: All right. See you later.

Henry: Lucky fool. Why does he get a playmate of the month to be his nursemaid? Hmm?

Katie: Hurry it up over there. The playmate is leaving.

Henry: All right. All right, all right, all right. I got it under control. Don't worry about it. Miss Glenda? It's Glenda, right?

Glenda: Yeah.

Henry: It's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. You know, you might not believe this, but this could be the luckiest day of your life.

Rose: Well, that works for me. You'll get back to me when we get what we need?

Supplier: Okay.

Rose: I'll be in touch. Ciao. Whoa.

Mitzi: That a buyer?

Rose: A supplier.

Mitzi: 'Cause anyone in their right mind would snatch this place right up.

Rose: Mitzi --

Mitzi: Rose, you know I have a head for business. Okay? I saved us a bundle on inventory. A girl's gotta think about her future.

Rose: Yeah. Tell me about it.

Mitzi: And the clients like me. I got my own book. Who else can do Mrs. Pinter's pin curls?

Rose: All right, we've been over this 1,000 times. There is no way I can sell you the ` 9oller palace. It's not an option.

Mitzi: I can get the money, all right? My Uncle Pete’s always lookin' for a hot investment.

Rose: Uncle Pete? I can't wait for Uncle Pete to cash in his communion money.

Mitzi: What, you gotta sell in five minutes?

Rose: Sooner.

Mitzi: So let me get this straight. I haul my Jersey-self all the way out to Oakdale, Illinois, to help my best bud build her dream shop. And now she's blowing me off for a better deal?

Rose: I'm getting married.

Mitzi: You know what? Get married. Just don't ditch your best friend.

Rose: You should be happy for me. Mitzi, you've always been my number one cheerleader.

Mitzi: Maybe I want to cheer for myself for a change. Maybe I'm tired of sittin' around just bein' happy for you all the time.

Rose: All right, all right, okay. I understand. But putting a couple 1,000 miles between Paul and his wacky family is priority number one. If you don't get that, then maybe I need a new best friend.

Rosanna: Hi.

Paul: Hi. What, you found a new tenant already?

Rosanna: Oh, no, no. This one has his own place. Cabot Montgomery, I would very much like you to meet the young Paul Ryan.

Paul: Well, come on in. Cabot, huh? Is he -- he, right?

Rosanna: Oh, yeah, it's my son. Yes.

Paul: Well, he's beautiful.

Rosanna: Thank you.

Paul: I'm glad to see that -- that Craig changed his mind.

Rosanna: Yes, well, he was the one that made it all happen. He's been terrific with the baby.

Paul: Very happy for you.

Rosanna: Thank you.

Paul: Yeah, I'm sorry about how abrupt this has all been. You know, with me breaking the lease, it's -- Rose and I are getting married.

Rosanna: Wow. Congratulations.

Paul: Yeah. And we're moving to Paris. I mean, as soon as she can get rid of her shop and we can kinda pull everything together.

Rosanna: Wow. Are you -- are you gonna get married here, then -- in Oakdale?

Paul: I'm not sure.

Rosanna: Uh-huh. Have you set a date?

Paul: No. Not -- not yet. But, you know, we've talked about things being, you know, small and informal. So, I'm sure there won't be a lot of planning.

Rosanna: Uh-huh. Interesting. When are you going to Paris?

Paul: Not soon enough.

Rosanna: Well, how about that? How 'bout that? You know, Paul, I don't mean to be nosey, but for a man who's about to turn his whole world upside down, there's an awful lot of things you're not sure about.

Dusty: So you want to operate as a team, huh?

Jennifer: We have a common goal -- to break Paul and Rose apart.

Dusty: The last time I recall, you were calling me a pig.

Jennifer: My opinion hasn't changed. It is exactly your lack of moral fiber that's convinced me you're the man for the job.

Dusty: I thought hurting Paul wasn't an option for you.

Jennifer: Well, things have changed.

Dusty: What things?

Jennifer: I can't believe I'm about to say this, but my -- my mother was right. Rose is a scheming, heartless witch. And the sooner I get Paul away from her, the better -- for all of us.

Marshall: This place looks great.

Bonnie: Well, Sarah was the genius behind all the decorations.

Sarah: Well, yeah, Bonnie helped.

Troy: And all the kids got into the spirit.

Sarah: I love Halloween.

Marshall: She gets it from her old man.

Troy: We appreciate you providing everything for the party, Mr. Travers.

Marshall: Marshall, please.

Troy: Well, we don't have a lot of room in the budget for celebrations. It means a lot to these kids.

Marshall: I'm glad to do it.

Bonnie: Well, most of the kids made their own costumes.

Sarah: Yeah, except for us. Bonnie found these. We're dressed for carnival.

Bonnie: Sarah wanted to match.

Marshall: What's not to like?

Sarah: Since we're studying Brazil in school, I thought maybe we could take some pictures later? I see Melanie over there. I'll be right back.

Troy: Well, it sounds like Sarah’s doing great.

Bonnie: Well, she loves Oakdale High, and she's met a lot of new friends.

Marshall: She's even talking about joining the girls' lacrosse team.

Troy: Well, I've never seen her so confident and happy. Sounds like things are going great.

Marshall: Well, Bonnie should take all the credit. She's the real reason why Sarah’s doing as beautifully as she is.

Ben: Can I come in?

Jessica: Sure, of course.

Ben: Your office told me to try the station or the courthouse. The station was closer.

Jessica: Sorry, the battery on my cell phone died on the way over here. I have a meeting with tom.

Ben: Are you okay?

Jessica: Yeah. Overwhelmed, you know? The case load is out of control.

Ben: I miss you.

Jessica: I miss you, too.

Ben: But not enough to return my phone calls?

Jessica: I did return your phone calls.

Ben: No, you called my service, and you called my machine at home when you knew I was at work.

Jessica: I'm sorry. That was childish.

Ben: You still angry?

Jessica: I guess a little.

Ben: We still getting married?

Jessica: Are we?

Ben: Look, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about Bonnie and Marshall. But you said you wanted Bonnie to be in the wedding and I just -- I wanted to make that happen. Right motive, wrong move.

Jessica: I know. And I was wrong. Our wedding is not a condition of anything. Baby, you know I love you. But when I get scared --

Ben: I know, you shut down. I know that. But this being apart, it's just no good --

Jessica: I know, but I just can't -- I just can't close my eyes and pretend that Bonnie isn't making decisions that I know are going to hurt her.

Ben: Look, I don't want to see Bonnie hurt either, but -- look, we gotta set some ground rules, or we're just going to keep going in circles on this.

Jessica: What kind of ground rules?

Ben: Look, Bonnie is living on her own now, so you have to let her make her own choices. She has chosen to help Sarah. That means that Marshall Travers is going to be a part of the mix, and apparently, Bonnie can live with that. So rule number one -- from here on out, you let Bonnie live her own life.

Carly: Hey. What are you doing? Standing guard?

Katie: More or less.

Carly: How's the patient?

Katie: He's going home with a private nurse.

Carly: Yes, I heard about this. I'm picking him up. So who's the lucky Florence Nightingale? You?

Katie: Not even close.

Carly: So you guys haven't --

Katie: Made up? No. Mike still won't let me help him.

Carly: I'm sorry, that stinks.

Katie: It's all right. Ever since we got back from Australia, I've been treating him like a disease. So now whenever I want to do or say something, he thinks that I just feel sorry for him.

Carly: Do you?

Katie: No.

Carly: You told me that you needed him to forgive you for something. Did you get a chance to talk to him about that?

Katie: No. I haven't found the right time, still.

Carly: Oh. So you thought that you'd be his nurse and that would help you find the right time?

Katie: Well, yeah, that was the plan. But Mike seems to want some stranger to help, so -- I guess I'll just have to live with that.

Carly: You'd give up just like that? That's funny, you don't seem that upset about it.

Katie: Well, maybe I just have a little hope that Mike might change his mind.

Henry: You see, everybody out there, they're sick and tired of watching these spoiled brats looking for their 15 minutes of fame, and spending time in their reality TV playpens. No, no. What people want is the real thing. They want real women in the medical trenches. I took one look at you and I said "bam, pow! You are a star."

Glenda: Me?

Henry: Yeah.

Glenda: Here in Oakdale?

Henry: Yeah, right here in Oakdale. Why not Oakdale? Why not small town, USA? That's where the real people are living. And I talked to this perky little blonde over here, but once I found out she was just an aide, I knew I had to get the real deal.

Glenda: For what exactly?

Henry: For the chance to be the envy of every woman in America. You -- you, Glenda Corcoran, could be the star of "who wants to nurse a millionaire?"

Carly: Is this everything?

Mike: Yeah. I, uh -- we need to stop by the pharmacy on the ride home, if that's okay.

Carly: Oh, yeah. Hey, mike? I talked to Katie --

Mike: New subject.

Carly: She just wants to help.

Mike: I have a nurse.

Carly: Wouldn't it be a lot more fun to have a friend around?

Mike: If I cave now, it sends the wrong signal -- that I am okay with us being buddies. I'm not. It's just -- I'm not gonna let her work out her guilt by performing community service with me.

Carly: Okay. Okay, forget I mentioned it. I'll get somebody to wheel you out.

Mike: Thank you.

Henry: The concept's very simple. We set you up in your own private physical therapy center -- in a penthouse in Manhattan, a beach house in Venice, something like that. We haven't worked out all the details. But your clients, your patients, well, they're well-to-do, but not stuffy guys, who need the help of a very hot personal duty nurse/physical therapist. And one of these guys -- and here's the catch, here's the zinger -- is filthy rich.

Carly: Henry? Hi. Where have you been? Sage misses you.

Glenda: Who's Sage?

Carly: I really thought that you were loving spending time with her, you know?

Henry: Yeah, you know, babe, you know how it goes. Things move on -- Sage was one of our early candidates, but --

Carly: I'm serious, Henry, I could really use some baby-sitting help, you know?

Henry: Well, you know, can't we all? Can't we all? You know what? Tell her I'll be in touch. I really think that there's something coming up for her very, very soon. We had something else in development, a sorta similar concept -- "who wants to baby-sit a millionaire?" I think it's gonna be gold. Listen, Carly, you know what? I'm in the middle of a talk right now. Can I have my people call you? All right? Is that all right? Is that all right, baby? Good. Great. Why don't we talk about this over lunch, hmm? Someplace new, trendy. Metro -- have you been there yet?

Glenda: Not yet, but I have a patient.

Henry: No, no, no. That's good. That's good to hear that you're getting into the role already. That's perfection. You know what? I'll get us a table. I have an in with the owner.

Carly: Who was that that Henry is schmoozing?

Katie: Mike's nurse.

Carly: That's Mike's nurse? Well, whatever you guys are up to, I'm in.

Katie: Thanks, Carly.

Carly: Mike and I are heading back to the cabin. I assume I'll see you there.

Katie: It's a possibility.

Carly: Well, when Henry is involved, nothing would surprise me.

Katie: Oh, you're not going to say anything, are you?

Carly: To Mike? No. No, of course not. That man doesn't know what's good for him. But I have a feeling he's about to find out. Welcome back.

Sarah: I wanna get one more. All the three of us together. Troy, could you get a shot of me and my Dad and Bonnie?

Troy: Oh, sure.

Marshall: We can do that some other time.

Sarah: Well, yeah, but not in costume. I want to show my friends at school.

Bonnie: Why not?

Marshall: Sure.

Bonnie: It's just a picture. Come on.

Sarah: Okay, ready. I'm gonna stand right here in the middle.

Troy: Okay, everybody say, "happy Halloween."

All: Happy Halloween!

Jessica: Ben, I can't fake it. I -- I'll never approve of what Bonnie is doing with her life.

Ben: Fine. Don't approve. Just don't make it a condition for our marriage. Or for our happiness.

Jessica: But it is a condition of my happiness. My child is in harm's way. Look, Ben, I know how it goes. Okay? Marshall will use any angle. He'll make it all about Sarah. He'll make it about family. And then what if Bonnie confuses her feelings for Sarah with her feelings for Marshall? He will take advantage of her, he will use her and she won't even see it coming. The man takes what he wants, and I will not have him taking from my daughter!

Ben: I know. I know. I know that. Look, come here. Jessica, come here.

Tom: Hey, sorry I'm late. I did send over that updated file on the Phillips indictment.

Jessica: Uh, yeah, I didn't want to talk to you about the Phillips indictment, tom. I was reviewing another case. I want you to reprosecute T. Marshall Travers on felony rape.

Jennifer: Dusty, Rose still gets to you. I know it. Call it love, call it whatever you want. But you're losing right now. And you hate to lose, right? You're losing Rose. Excuse me, could you please wait to hit on her until I leave?

Dusty: Look, Rose made her choice. Let's just -- let's leave it at that.

Jennifer: Okay, no. She ran to Paul only because she came in here and saw you and Molly making this place to a cheap motel room. That is the only reason.

Dusty: Well, that's --

Jennifer: If you apologize, you can get to her. And you'll have to -- you'll have to work for it.

Dusty: Well, what if I don't want to work for it?

Jennifer: My brother does not deserve to be her consolation prize.

Dusty: Well, that's your brother's problem.

Jennifer: Which is also my problem and Will's problem and -- you do not understand. Without Paul, you have no idea how bad it could get. Will will be lost, and my mother will be free to put a stranglehold on my life.

Dusty: Jennifer, here's the deal. I could probably have Rose back in my bed whenever I want. It's still there. I feel it the second we're in the same room together. If she's interested, she knows where to find me. All right? Now, I got work to do.

Jennifer: Whoa, whoa, you're not gonna help me?

Dusty: Sorry, honey, you're on your own.

Jennifer: I'll make it worth your while.

Dusty: You are your mother's daughter, aren't you?

Jennifer: Come on, give me a number.

Dusty: Jen, I don't want your money. If Rose wants your brother, that's up to her.

Jennifer: No. She wants to hurt him.

Dusty: Everybody gets hurt. You understand? Families get broken up. Life goes on. You do what you gotta do, watch the crossfire.

Jennifer: Fine. I'll get Rose away from Paul with or without your help.

Dusty: Without.

Dusty: Can I get you another drink?

Female P.I.: No, I have to run, but I like your place.

Dusty: Thanks. Come back soon.

Female P.I.: You can count on it.

Lily: Hey, I got here as soon as I could. What's going on?

Mitzi: Plenty.

Lily: Okay, let's go inside and talk.

Mitzi: You know what? Right here is fine. Better.

Lily: What's going on? Is Rose okay?

Mitzi: Well, she's busy wheelin' and dealin' her life right out of Oakdale.

Lily: I know. I know. I wish there was something that I could do.

Mitzi: Well, you -- you put up the money for this joint, right?

Lily: Part of it.

Mitzi: See, I want to buy the shop, but Rose won't wait for me to raise the money. Could you lend me some? Or better yet -- tell Rose that you'll only sell your share to me. That way she can't say no. She has to sell me the whole works -- lock, stock and styling gel.

Rosanna: Thank you. You may be changing one of your own before you know it.

Paul: I'm not so sure about that.

Rosanna: You're moving pretty quickly on everything else.

Paul: Yeah, well, Rose and I have been together a long time.

Rosanna: Mm-hmm. You've also spent a lot of time apart.

Paul: Maybe you're right, you know? We are going a little quickly, but we have to. Don't forget, I have to deal with Dusty and Barbara and all their dirty tricks and secret plots.

Rosanna: Secret plots? Sounds very intense. Very intense.

Paul: You have no idea.

Rosanna: Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to slow things down for a little while.

Paul: I don't want a long engagement. Besides, really, what's wrong with Rose and I finally, once and for all, showing the world what we mean to one another?

Rosanna: Well, maybe this isn't about the rest of the world. You know, if you don't mind my saying, I don't really think this is so much to do with Dusty or your mother. Maybe the person you don't really trust is Rose.

Coming up on "As The World Turns" --

Paul: I've even got my old man hammering away at me.

Rosanna: James Stenbeck? I thought he was in prison. You haven't been seeing him, have you?

Mike: Katie, I appreciate what you're doing, but seriously, please go home.

Paul: Saying that you -- that you trust somebody is such an easy thing to say. It -- it's always in question. I mean, do you -- do you trust Craig 24 hours a day?

Rosanna: Point made.

Paul: But you love him.

Rosanna: God help me.

Paul: God help you. Some days you get the whole package, and some days you don’t. Some days you love them more than you trust them. And some days you trust them more than you love them.

Rosanna: So most days you just hold your breath and wait for all the bad stuff to just blow over.

Paul: Right. And Rose and I -- we want to get married because we want it done. It's like we're under siege from hostile forces -- her family, my family. I've even got my old man hammering away at me.

Rosanna: Your old man? James Stenbeck? I -- I thought he was in prison in maximum security. You haven't been seeing him, have you?

Lily: I'm -- I'm sorry, Mitzi. I can't prevent Rose from selling the shop.

Mitzi: You know, I kinda knew the answer before I even asked. So, it's okay.

Lily: And I would really like to be close to Rose when she leaves. And if I make this shop a sticking point, she's going to -- you know she's going to get defensive and --

Mitzi: I know. I know. Don't sweat it. Okay?

Lily: You could try the bank. I'd be more than happy to make a phone call for you. No problem.

Mitzi: Lily, thanks. But if they didn't give Rose a dime, then I don't have a prayer. An ex-showgirl with nothin' but lint in her pocket. Anyway, you'd better scram before Rose catches wind that I tried to hit you up.

Lily: All right. If you need anything at all just call.

Mitzi: Sure. Thanks. I'll let you know.

Rose: Mitzi, did that color shipment come in?

Mitzi: I stocked it already.

Rose: I cannot find Mrs. Deverna's henna.

Mitzi: I'll get it.

Rose: Oh, Mitz, Mitz, Mitz -- are we okay?

Mitzi: Sure. We're always okay, right?

Rose: Back already?

Female P.I.: It didn't take long to get what we needed. I think you'll find this very interesting.

Rose: Thank you.

Female P.I.: If you need anything else --

Rose: Yeah, yeah. I got your number. Thank you.

Mitzi: Who is she?

Rose: Did you get that henna?

Mitzi: Fire engine red, just like she likes it.

Rose: Thank you.

Mitzi: You didn't answer my question. Who's the broad?

Rose: She's miss "give as good as you get."

Mitzi: Come again?

Rose: Barbara Ryan hires PIs like French fries, so I decided to get myself one.

Mitzi: Somethin' tells me that's not opera on that tape.

Rose: No. Ammo.

Mitzi: Who you shootin' at?

Rose: Can you watch the shop for me?

Mitzi: Where you goin'?

Rose: Rat hunting.

Mike: It's almost parker's bedtime. I'm sure my goddaughter would like a little bit of your attention.

Carly: The kids are just fine. My concern right now is you. Are you sure that you're gonna be okay?

Mike: As long as you hand me that remote.

Carly: Ah, yes. Man's best friend.

Mike: Exactly. I think it's Blackhawk’s/Flyers tonight.

Carly: What?

Mike: Hockey. Thank you.

Carly: Oh, and don't forget your meds.

Mike: Yes, mom.

Carly: And don't forget to take food before you take the meds.

Mike: Do peanuts count?

Carly: No. Peanuts don't count. I'll make you something. A sandwich or something, all right?

Mike: No, no. Seriously, go home.

Carly: Okay. But if you need anything, you call me.

Mike: Okay, I won’t.

Carly: You'll call me.

Katie: Hey. How is he?

Carly: Sore. Not that he'd admit it. And I think he's kind of wondering why his private nurse hasn't shown up yet.

Katie: Oh, well, I'm afraid she's been unavoidably detained.

Glenda: Maybe I better call you tomorrow. I promised my patient I'd be at his place by now.

Henry: There, you see? That's it. That's star quality. That's what I'm looking for. I mean, pretty girls, they're a dime a dozen. Believe me, I know. But you -- you -- your sense of duty, your sense of responsibility. You know, I'm gonna -- I'm gonna need your agent's number, by the way.

Glenda: I don't have an agent.

Henry: What? Oh, okay. Feingold. Feingold. I'll get you Feingold. Everybody has Feingold. We're gonna get you on Letterman and Leno, stat.

Glenda: Everything's happening so fast.

Henry: Yeah, yeah.

Glenda: My head is spinning.

Henry: Well, it's -- it's only the beginning. Drink up.

Tom: It's been a long time since the mistrial, Jessica. People will have questions as to why you didn't do this sooner.

Ben: I have questions as to why you're doing it at all. You can't be serious.

Jessica: Yeah, I'm absolutely serious. I've thought about it for a long time.

Ben: You never talked to me about it.

Jessica: Because I knew you wouldn't think it was a good idea.

Ben: 'Cause it's a bad idea.

Jessica: Look, Tom, Bonnie is so caught up with being Sarah’s surrogate mother, that she has put herself in danger. And this is the only way that I can think of to put a stop to it.

Ben: Wait, wait, wait. Bonnie is not in any real danger. We don't know that.

Jessica: Do you think I was the first, Ben? Do you think I'm the only woman that Marshall took by force?

Ben: I don't know, but I do know that trial was brutal. You told me that it was like being raped all over again, Jess. I'm not about to let that happen.

Jessica: Well, that's my decision.

Tom: Even if we could get a conviction, this guy is a brilliant lawyer --

Jessica: Look, Tom, Tom, I know. I know it's gonna be a tough case to prove. Okay? And I know it's gonna get ugly. Believe me. But I want Marshall out of Bonnie's life. And if I have to relive the rape in order to make that happen, it'll be worth every minute.

Jessica: I know I'm asking a favor here, Tom. The district attorney can only make the decision. So, please, retry the case. Come on, you know the truth about Travers. So does Margo.

Tom: The truth doesn't always matter, Jess. Now, no one likes to admit this, but that is the reality of the law. And you know it as well as I do.

Ben: Will you please listen to tom?

Jessica: Okay, but this time Marshall has a daughter. He'll be the one tried in the press. He'll be the one labeled and humiliated. And who knows? Maybe he'll just pack up and get out of dodge before it even goes to trial.

Tom: Or he may just dust off his defense strategy and put you through the wringer yet one more time.

Jessica: Well, he can try.

Ben: Why give him the chance? Look, Jess, I want to bury Travers as bad as you do, but if this thing isn't a slam dunk, I would rather protect our future.

Jessica: Okay, but how can we do that with Marshall constantly circling in our lives? He is a danger to my child. And I am the one who brought Marshall into Bonnie's life, and I will not stop until I get him out.

Katie: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're gonna break something else.

Mike: No, I'm fine.

Katie: Lay back. Lay back.

Mike: What are you doing here?

Katie: I bought some groceries.

Mike: I told you, I --

Katie: Now, you know I never listen.

Mike: Go home.

Katie: You know, I know you probably know this, but you're not supposed to take medicine on an empty stomach. So when was the last time you ate?

Mike: Lunch, I guess.

Katie: Okay, cool. I will make you a sandwich, and get started on the lasagna.

Mike: I -- I don't want lasagna.

Katie: Oh, what are you talking about? You know you love my lasagna. Everybody loves my lasagna. You know I never told you where I got that recipe. Trattoria di Roma. I was with my mom in Italy. It was amazing. I was like 12.

Mike: Katie, please, go home.

Katie: I'll bring back your meds with some milk.

Paul: I didn't mean that literally. It's not like, you know, I -- talk to my father, like he's always there. You know, I just -- I meant -- look, my whole life, I've been trying to deny the biological fact that -- that I'm his son, you know? But no matter how much I try, he's always there. He's always in my mind. He -- is a terrific eater. Look at that.

Rosanna: Yeah, he's a pretty easy baby. Would you like to hold him?

Paul: Yeah.

Rosanna: Okay.

Paul: Sure.

Rosanna: That way -- oh. Very good. Yes. Good. I love ya. Are you ready?

Paul: Wow, look at you.

Rosanna: Easy. Okay. Good. Good, good, good. Nice.

Paul: Not a care in the world, huh? Wow. Yeah, you don't have to worry about who your parents are, do you? You got good ones -- well, your mother anyway.

Rose: You are not gonna believe -- oh! Ooh, who do we have here?

Rosanna: Hi.

Rose: Hi.

Rosanna: Cabot and I stopped by to talk about the penthouse.

Paul: Yeah. Rosanna and Craig adopted a baby.

Rose: Oh, what a peach. Congratulations.

Rosanna: Thank you. Congratulations to you, as well. I hear you're getting married and going to Paris. That's wonderful.

Rose: Oh.

Rosanna: Very happy for you.

Rose: Thank you, Rosanna.

Rosanna: Yes. If there's anything that you need, ever, please feel free to ask.

Rose: That's very nice of you. Thank you.

Rosanna: Oh, you're welcome. So, I should be going. Cabot gets a little cranky when he gets tired.

Paul: Oh, well, here.

Rose: Okay. Bye-bye.

Paul: There's your mom.

Rosanna: There you go. Yeah, there you go. We're gonna sleep hard in the car. Hey, listen -- don't worry about the realtor. I'll -- I'll take care of it, okay?

Paul: Okay. Well, thank you. Thanks for everything.

Rosanna: I hope I get to see you before you leave.

Paul: That would be great.

Rosanna: Yeah. Okay. Take care.

Paul: Yeah. You, too.

Rosanna: Bye. Bye.

Rose: Bye.

Paul: So, what is it that you were -- you know, that I needed to know?

Rose: I didn't want to drop that bomb while Rosanna was here. It's not just a jungle out there, Paul, it's an ambush waiting to happen. And once you hear this, you'll know what I'm talking about.

[Laughter]

Marshall: Oh, goodness. Don't these kids ever get tired?

Bonnie: I think they're just getting started.

Marshall: Hey, where'd you learn how to samba? What, by way of Scotland?

Bonnie: Oh, no, by way of my mother, who insisted on dancing --

Marshall: Listen, bonnie, your mother's name is bound to come up.

Bonnie: I know that. I know that.

Marshall: You know, sometimes I wish you and I had met without so much baggage.

Bonnie: Yeah, well, I wouldn't necessarily call rape "baggage," if I were you, Marshall.

Marshall: All I'm trying to say is, I think that maybe we could have been friends. That's all. Friends. Bonnie, you're -- you're very important to Sarah. And because of that, you're -- you're also very important to me. Thank you for loving my daughter.

Bonnie: I don't get it. How can you be so sweet about Sarah and still be the same person who raped my mother? Which guy is the real Marshall Travers?

Tom: I'll review the case. I'll go over the testimony, and then we'll talk.

Jessica: Tom, I know a stall when I hear one.

Ben: I'll refuse to cooperate. I was the reason there was a mistrial in the first place.

Tom: Even if it had gone to the jury, Travers would have gotten off.

Jessica: Well, this time will be different.

Tom: Exactly. This time it'll be even harder.

Ben: And the pain and the fear will be worse.

Jessica: I'll risk it.

Tom: Perhaps if we had new evidence, some new angle --

Jessica: Yeah, but we do. We do. Okay, if Marshall wants to play hardball, we can play hardball. Because this time I have a witness. This time I have someone who knows what really happened, and they heard it from Marshall himself. I want to put Sarah on the stand. I want Marshall to know what it feels like to have his own daughter have to testify against him.

Katie: Okay, it says take two pills four times a day.

Mike: I know what it says.

Katie: I brought milk, so it'll make it a little easier.

Mike: Thank you.

Katie: I've got the lasagna in the oven. It'll take a while to bake.

Mike: Glenda can manage.

Katie: No, I never leave a half-baked lasagna.

Mike: Katie, I appreciate what you're doing. But, seriously, please go home.

Glenda: Will Mikey be in the show?

Henry: Shh.

Glenda: Is he loaded?

Henry: I'm not gonna tell you, okay? Now, listen, I want you to keep smiling. All right? And ring the bell.

Glenda: Ring the bell?

Henry: The bell. The bell. The bell. The bell -- ding dong. Ding dong.

Glenda: Ding dong.

Henry: Hey, that's right. Ding dong.

Glenda: Ding dong.

Henry: No, no, no. Over there. Ding dong.

Glenda: Ding dong.

Henry: Just -- yeah, like when my people call your people. Ding -- here. Here you go. Ding dong.

[Doorbell rings] Shh. Ding dong. Wow.

Glenda: Okay, bye.

Mike: What's going on out there?

Katie: I don't know. I'll -- I'll get it. Whoa! Whoa.

Glenda: Mr. Cashnoff, I'm here. Who wants to play "who wants to nurse a millionaire?" I do! I do! Hey, sister, back off. This one's mine.

[Giggling] Oh.

Katie: Uh, mike, your nurse is here.

Paul: I thought I had one of these lying around here.

Rose: I hired a private investigator.

Paul: You what?

Rose: Yeah.

Paul: Why would you do that?

Rose: Because your mother and Jennifer are not plannin' my bridal shower. Just take a listen.

Dusty: Here's the deal. I could probably have Rose back in my bed whenever I want. It's still there. I feel it the second we're in the same room together. If she's interested, she knows where to find me. All right? Now, I've got work to do.

Jennifer: Whoa, whoa, you're not gonna help me?

Dusty: Sorry, honey. You're on your own.

Jennifer: I'll make it worth your while.

Dusty: You are your mother's daughter, aren't you?

Jennifer: Come on, give me a number. How much will it take this time to break them apart for good?

Dusty: Jennifer, I don't want your money. If Rose wants your brother, that's up to her.

Jennifer: No. She wants to hurt him.

Dusty: Everybody gets hurt. You understand? Families get broken up. Life goes on. You do what you gotta do, but watch the crossfire.

Jennifer: Fine, I'll get Rose away from Paul with or without your help. Oh, hey, what's going on? Did I miss something?

Paul: I want you to go into your room, and -- get over here. And I want you to pack up a bag -- everything in it that might remind me that you were ever here. You've got ten minutes to get out of my house and out of my life!

On the next "As The World Turns" --

Jessica: Let's do it. Have Marshall arrested and charged.

Tom: Once you start this, there is no turning back.

Katie: I'll give you the phone on one condition. You let me sleep here tonight.

Jennifer: But I didn't know what else to do. I don't know how to get through to you.

Paul: Well, then by all means, set me up.

Jennifer: You know, that would have never been an option if Dusty and Rose didn't still have a thing for each other.