Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 9/15/11

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Rafe: Oh. What's for dessert?

Sami: Don't you have to go back to work?

Rafe: You trying to get rid of me?

Sami: Never.

Rafe: Are you sure?

Sami: Just want to make sure you're not sick of me.

Rafe: No, no, no. Never.

Sami: You know, you did spend all that time going with me to every doctor's appointment and distracting me from the fact that I might have...cancer.

Rafe: Are we worried about money again? Or maybe you're sick of me. Maybe you need some time to yourself, huh?

Sami: What?

Rafe: Yes?

Sami: Okay. [Clears throat] I'll admit that maybe I... I miss missing you.

Rafe: Ditto.

Sami: You know what I'm gonna do now?

Rafe: Okay, you do know your grandma's right there?

Sami: [Laughs] Shut up.

Rafe: She's looking right now.

Sami: [Laughs] Well, my first order of business is to get a job, so I actually have a plan for that. I'm gonna get a job, and then I'm gonna have a job, and then I'm gonna be working full time, and...

Rafe: You are, and then we're gonna miss not missing each other.

Sami: Right.

Rafe: Yeah.

Sami: I think. Right?

Rafe: Yes.

Sami: Anyway, my mom used to always say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Rafe: Yeah, well, maybe for some. But not for this heart right here. I could not be fonder of you. No way.

Sami: Oh.

Rafe: What? It's true.

Sami: It's true. I believe you.

Maggie: Oh. Victor. Um, I hope you don't mind. I--I would like to take these over to the hospital. Uh, to the nurses in ICU. Um, I mean, if it's all right with you.

Victor: Well, I'm sure they'll appreciate the gesture. Do you not like them?

Maggie: I--I think they're lovely. Uh, it's just that I just think this could place could benefit from a little color. A little pick me up.

Victor: Of which it has a plenty, now that you're here.

Maggie: Thank you. Thank you.

Victor: You know, now that you've taken to redecorating, I'm curious. When I asked you about making our living arrangement permanent, you didn't have an answer for me. Do you have one now?

Bo: I understand that. I want the results to be accurate too. [Sighs] Look, just keep me in the loop and understand that we are a standstill until we hear from you. Thank you.

Hope: Lab giving you a hard time?

Bo: A hard time, excuses. It's all the same thing. The lab is "backed up." I just hope we can use the DNA results to find a name in our database, so we have the evidence to grab this monster.

Hope: Yeah, before he strikes again.

Bo: [Sighs]

Quinn: Okay, so here's what you need to know about mum.

Taylor: Oh, should--should I write anything down?

Quinn: No, you... you just need to know that she's her own person.

Taylor: Meaning what exactly?

Quinn: Uh, she's not afraid to speak her own mind, offer up an unpopular opinion. But in the time that we have spent together, she's been really good to me. So here we are. Here she is. Smile.

Vivian: Oh, look. You're both--you're both here. I'm so happy. Look how adorable the two of you look together. Now that you're dressed.

Quinn: Thank you.

Vivian: I'm so pleased that you could make it. I got the maitre d' to get us the best table for the three of us.

Taylor: Oh, wonderful. Okay. Seems to be ready.

Vivian: Thank you.

Quinn: Thanks for making it just the three of us, ma. I hope what's his name understood.

Vivian: Gus? Oh, well, I don't know. He's having some sort of snit fit. He'll get over it. I don't know what's wrong with him these days. He's so moody. He's turned into the most ineffectual little man.

Gus: "Darling Quinn, I hope you love this as much as I do. Your adoring mother."

Vivian: You're dating an MBA.

Taylor: Oh, well, it's not that impressive. I really haven't done anything with my degree.

Vivian: Yes, but you're obviously very bright and extremely attractive. Don't be so modest.

Taylor: Well, thank you.

Vivian: You know, I can't imagine going for a master's degree in anything to do with numbers. I'm just terrible with them. But what I really am is a... a people person.

Quinn: Really?

Vivian: Well, there might be a particular few in this little town who are cold-hearted and small-minded that might disagree with me.

Quinn: Oh, it's just a few.

Vivian: Well, as I said, I'm terrible with numbers. So to hell with them.

Taylor: Well, my opinion may not mean anything since we've only just met, but I think you are a lot of fun.

Vivian: You do?

Taylor: Mm-hmm. I do. And I can see where Quinn inherited his charm.

Vivian: Taylor, um, can I be candid with you?

Quinn: Warned you.

Taylor: It seems to me that, um, well, you're showering me with all these compliments because I'm the mother of this very handsome young man and you want to get on my good side. So if that's the case... don't stop. [Laughter]

Taylor: Okay.

Bo: Oh, there you are.

Hope: Okay.

Bo: Where you been? And what's all this?

Hope: A lot of research.

Bo: Oh. And how much is this-- whoa. Hold on. How much is this research gonna cost me?

Hope: Not a cent.

Bo: Oh. Did I miss a rash of food poisoning cases, or something?

Hope: Very funny, very funny. No, this is all from the caterer Maggie recommended for our party, who was nice enough to send over some sample dishes for us, so we can finalize our party menu.

Bo: I'll finalize our party menu. Beer and corn dogs. We're done.

Hope: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second. Hey, wait a second. You're not going anywhere. You've got to help me with this.

Bo: I'm still full from lunch.

Hope: I'm sure you can find room. Otherwise, you know what? We're gonna have a menu full of foods you can't pronounce.

Bo: Ooh. Threatening me with public humiliation, huh? That's good. I don't like it, but it's good.

Hope: I thought so too. And you know what? It's also a great way to kill time while we're waiting for those lab results, so please sit down.

Bo: Okay. What do you got?

Hope: Well... okay.

Bo: That looks a little... what? Oh, god. That tastes like cat food.

Hope: All right, all right, all right. Sorry, sorry. Okay, that would be pate.

Bo: That--ew. Pat--pat--pat--what? Brady. Aah. No. Try extension 673.

Hope: Let me get another fork here.

Bo: What else have you got? I got to get this out of my mouth.

Hope: Here. Try this. Close your eyes. What do you think? Do you like it?

Bo: Not bad.

Hope: Not bad? Really? Are you kidding me?

Bo: Yeah. Well, what is it?

Hope: Squash blossom medley.

Bo: Blossom medley? You mean it's vegetables?

Hope: Vegetables. And just to think, I didn't have to make any airplane noises.

Bo: Whatever happened to a guy whose idea of a gourmet menu was something you could eat standing up with your beer in one hand and your food in the other?

Hope: Uh-huh, you got married a long time ago.

Bo: Mmm. Walked into that one, didn't I?

Hope: Yes, you did.

Bo: Hey, come here. This food, I'm sure it's gonna work out great. But it's not what people are gonna remember from our party. Once the surprises start rolling out, they're not gonna think about anything else.

Hope: It really is gonna be a night to remember, isn't it?

Bo: Mm-hmm.

Sami: Here's one. "Looking for someone with good people skills."

Rafe: Which you have.

Sami: Depending on who you ask.

Rafe: Yes.

Sami: "Flexible hours."

Rafe: Excellent.

Sami: "Clean driving record."

Rafe: Done-ish.

Sami: Yeah.

Rafe: Yeah.

Sami: It'll work. "And at least five years experience working with homebound elderly required."

Rafe: Aww. Don't have that.

Sami: [Sighs] It's so frustrating. I mean, I don't get it. Every job requires major job experience or a college degree, and I don't have either of those things. It's just like you tried to warn me. Nobody's gonna want to hire me in this job market. It's hopeless.

Rafe: It's not-- come on! It's not hopeless. Hey. What happened do the doubt-free zone, huh? Come on, Sami, you just started. You can't give up. Give it another chance. Come on. Come on.

Sami: All right. All right! All right. Okay, okay. Here's one that looks good.

Rafe: All right.

Sami: Lots of stars. Says, uh--oh! They want, "someone with high energy, a self starter, with a dynamic personality." That's totally me.

Rafe: It is. What else does it say?

Sami: Well, it doesn't say anything about needing job experience or needing a college degree. That's good. It says, "there's opportunity for travel and rapid advancement for the right candidate." I am the right candidate! This is my job. Hey buddy, whattaya lookin' a-oooh.

Maggie: Ooh!

Victor: Maggie.

Maggie: Oh!

Victor: Come, sit down. Let the staff finish that.

Maggie: No, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I just turned too quickly. And I don't need to sit. I mean, I'm perfectly capable of arranging a vase of flowers without the assistance of your staff.

Victor: Well, I didn't mean to fuss over you. I just don't want you to set back your recovery.

Maggie: Well, I appreciate that very much, but I'm feeling better every day. Stronger all the time.

Victor: Well, good. I missed you at breakfast. I'm not used to eating alone.

Maggie: I'm sorry.

Victor: Don't look at me that way. You don't have to feel sorry for me. I've been stood up by beautiful women before.

Maggie: [Giggles] Well, there. I find that hard to believe. Don't like these here.

Victor: Well, perhaps not in my own home, of course. I was worried, all right?

Maggie: About what?

Victor: Well, I was afraid that you were trying to avoid me. Would you stop fussing with those flowers? I'm trying to talk to you.

Maggie: Okay, okay, okay. You have my full attention.

Victor: Well? Are you trying to avoid me?

Maggie: No, I'm not.

Victor: Good. So what do you think about my idea of making our living arrangement permanent?

Maggie: I've thought about it. I did a lot of thinking about it last night.

Victor: And?

Maggie: And... you know my feelings for you, Victor. I mean, you heard how I stood up to hope and Jennifer when they wanted to take me home, and I said, "no." I wanted to stay here with you.

Victor: I know.

Maggie: I love you. And I think you know what it means to me, saying that. After Mickey's passing, I didn't think I could ever feel that way about another man, but you convinced me otherwise. You-- you make me feel young again and alive and desirable... and that anything is possible.

Victor: Those feelings are all mutual.

Maggie: And I love--ooh! How my stubborn Irish streak comes up against your Mediterranean machismo when we don't agree, and how neither one of us is willing to back down when--when we don't agree. [Giggles] So there. I think we make a pretty good pair, don't you?

Victor: We certainly do. Does that mean that your answer's "yes"?

Vivian: It was the most beautiful choker. I couldn't place it. It wasn't in any of the fashion magazines.

Taylor: Oh, I hate that.

Vivian: Oh, I hate that more. That's why I went all over the world looking for it. I found it in the tiniest little shop in Venice.

Quinn: Oh, beautiful city.

Vivian: Yeah, well, of course, wouldn't you know, I put it on and it was out of fashion.

Quinn: Tragic.

Taylor: Hey.

Vivian: Quinn, you know, sometimes fashion can be more fickle than a beautiful woman.

Quinn: Mmm, impossible.

Taylor: You know, this may be a little forward of me, but I have the afternoon off and I was thinking of going to the fashion exhibit at the Salem museum. Would you like to join me? They have a small sampling from Alexander McQueen.

Vivian: Oh... dear friend. Lovely man. It was very sad. [Sighs] Well, maybe some other time, actually. I'm a little concerned about Gus. Maybe we'll go to the pet store. He--he likes to watch the fish swim around in the tank. You know, 'round and 'round, it might cheer him up.

Taylor: I can't imagine I can convince you to come.

Quinn: No, not really my thing. Besides, I need to run back to the hotel room.

Taylor: Why's that? Is everything okay?

Quinn: Yeah, everything's fine. I've just--I've misplaced my card, so I've got to get another one from the front desk. Otherwise, we might not be able to get in my room tonight.

Gus: [Speaks indistinctly]

Sami: Don't you think this is awesome? The perfect job for me.

Rafe: Could be, yeah.

Sami: What? What's not to like about it?

Rafe: Well, it sounds great, but who would you be working for?

Sami: Uh, I don't know. It doesn't say.

Rafe: Is there a name or a number to call or a description of what you actually might be doing?

Sami: No, that's the kind of stuff that you have to discuss in the interview, right?

Rafe: Well, sounds a little sketchy to me.

Sami: Would you stop it? Stop being such a cop, agent negative.

Rafe: Well, I'm just saying.

Sami: Stop saying, okay? This is one of those times when you just have to go with your gut, okay? You have to take a chance.

Rafe: Yeah. Or it could be one of those outfits where they say, "you can make thousands of dollars a month from the comfort of your home just stuffing envelopes. Just send us $2,000 up front for supplies."

Sami: This is not a scam.

Rafe: Okay. Sorry. I didn't mean to be a buzzkill.

Sami: Thank you.

Rafe: And you're right. Maybe this could be fantastic, perfect for you, whatever. Just do me a favor.

Sami: What?

Rafe: Don't call them or send them anything until after I have a chance to check it out.

Sami: You're asking me to wait?

[Cell phone rings]

Rafe: Wait, yes.

Sami: But don't you think that they might--

Rafe: Oh, god. That's the station. All right, I gotta go. All right, I got a job for you. Something you can work on. Missing me. I love you. Okay, listen.

Sami: I love you too.

Rafe: We'll talk about this later, okay?

Sami: [Sighs]

Bo: [Groans] Stick a fork in me. I'm done.

Hope: You were an excellent tester.

Bo: Yeah, it takes talent.

Hope: I bet I know what your top choice was. That would be the individual wood-fire pizzas.

Bo: And yours was... those little meaty things... you know, with the rice stuff.

Hope: The little meaty things with the rice?

Bo: Yeah.

Hope: You completely butchered it. That would be pan-roasted rosemary duck breast over a beautiful bed of risotto.

Bo: Yeah, that.

Hope: Yeah. How'd you know that was my favorite?

Bo: Same way you knew the little pizza jobbies were my favorite.

Hope: Wood-fire pizzas.

Bo: Yeah. We may be able to keep what's going down at our little shindig from all of Salem, but we can't hide anything from each other.

Hope: Oh, yeah?

Bo: Yeah.

Hope: What am I thinking now, Brady, huh? Huh, big guy?

Bo: I love you too.

Hope: Ooh.

Bo: [Grunts]

Hope: Sorry. I thought we would have heard something by now.

Bo: Yeah, me too. I don't know why I'm so anxious about this. It's not like these DNA results are gonna give us our guy. I wish we had another line on him.

Hope: Yeah, tell me about it. So do I. Because without one, the odds of us finding this guy--

Bo: Are pretty slim. [Sighs] But they're the only odds we have, so we gotta roll with them, and hope that they're enough to break this case open.

Gus: Someday you'll understand. I did this all for you.

Victor: Look, I don't want to get ahead of myself here.

Maggie: Oh, we wouldn't want that.

Victor: If you were to agree to move in with me, the idea of waking up to you every morning would make me very happy.

Maggie: Me too. Victor, I think that you know that I consider myself a modern woman in many ways. Especially when it comes to the way people choose to live their lives. [Sighs] But that doesn't mean that there isn't a part of me that's still pretty darn old fashioned.

Victor: Well, that makes two of us.

Maggie: I'm glad you understand. 'Cause that's a part of myself that I need to honor, despite the times that we live in. See, I believe that a commitment between two people--and it is a formidable commitment to live with someone--it isn't just a handshake or a kiss... or even your wonderful king size bed. A real commitment, Victor, means marriage... before god and friends and most of all family.

Victor: Are you saying that you want to get--

Maggie: Get married? Now? Oh, good heavens, no. I'm not ready for that. Just like I'm not comfortable living with a man that I'm not married to. It's just not me. So while your offer is so sweet and so generous, I'm sorry. I have to say no.

Hope: No change in Chloe's condition. Brady's barely left her side.

Bo: He's pretty torn up about this.

Hope: He still cares about her a lot.

Bo: Yeah. This thing started out ugly, then the sicko made it personal. I mean, I thought we had him figured out, then he attacks Chloe, blew our M.O.

Hope: Maybe not. I mean, obviously, the guy's hatred is directed at women. That hasn't changed, but the amount of rage he's shown has grown with each attack.

Bo: Which means whatever's setting him off is escalating.

Hope: Exactly. And if that's the case, he will strike again.

Bo: So we got to figure out who he is before he does.

Hope: Oh, but we need to know more about where this kind of rage comes from. What triggers it to begin with?

Bo: You know, the obvious thing would be some woman in his life, you know? Ex-girlfriend, ex-wife... his mother.

Hope: Why do all of his attacks happen on the pier? Maybe that location is somehow significant in his life.

Bo: Yeah, you know what? I have an idea. It's gonna take some time.

Hope: No, at least we'll be doing something. I can't stand this waiting. Knowing that psychopath is still out there thinking he got off scot free, it's killing me.

Bo: Yeah.

Quinn: Mom, thank you...

Vivian: Mmm.

Quinn: For inviting us to lunch.

Vivian: Anytime.

Quinn: And you...

Taylor: Hmm.

Quinn: I will see later.

Taylor: I hope so.

Quinn: Enjoy the queen's exhibit. [Laughter] What?

Taylor: Oh, it is Alexander "McQueen."

Quinn: Well, there is an exhibit, right?

Taylor: Yes, there is.

Quinn: Well, good. On that, I'm off. And no talking about me while I'm gone either.

Vivian: Mm-hmm.

Taylor: Oh, it is a shame he is so adorable. Takes the fun away from making fun of him.

Vivian: I must admit that I'm very taken with him myself. Uh, that might seem like an odd thing for a mother to say about her son.

Taylor: A bit.

Vivian: Well, you know, we haven't really had the traditional mother-son relationship. In fact, when he came to this town, I wasn't sure we'd have any relationship. At least not one that would turn out well.

Taylor: Well, obviously that's changed.

Vivian: But it seems that he has a tremendous ability for forgiveness, which he did not inherit from me, but I'm very grateful for.

Taylor: Well, from what he has told me, he is really enjoying getting to know you as well.

Vivian: You know, to be blunt, I didn't think I'd like you very much. Well, I have very high standards for my son.

Taylor: Understandably.

Vivian: But I find that I'm enjoying your company enormously.

Taylor: Well, thank you.

Vivian: I actually think we could be friends.

Taylor: I would like that.

Vivian: And I see just from this little bit of time how happy you make my son. And, um... that's very important to me.

Gus: Just in case I need a little something extra.

Sami: Come on, baby. I want this job. I want the job. I want this job.

Caroline: You've been here for a long time.

Sami: Oh. Oh, sorry, grandma.

Caroline: I'm just curious, you know, as to what's got you so occupied.

Sami: Oh, uh, nothing. I mean, I just was applying for a job.

Caroline: Well, that's wonderful.

Sami: Yeah, I think so.

Caroline: Huh.

Sami: What?

Caroline: You tell me. You've got that sneaky Sami look on your face. You know, like, used to mean you had your hands in my cookie jar.

Sami: Grandma! That is not fair. I can't believe you can read my mind like that.

Caroline: Oh, sweetheart, if only that were true. Huh?

Sami: So I'm not stealing cookies and I'm not changing paternity test results or anything.

Caroline: Well, that's a relief.

Sami: Look, grandma, I-- I applied for a job even though Rafe told me that he wanted me to wait.

Caroline: So you couldn't wait?

Sami: Right, I couldn't. I mean, look, in this job market, I didn't want someone else to snatch up the job that should be for me before I even had a chance to apply. Is that so wrong?

Caroline: [Chuckles] Well, it's certainly proactive.

Sami: I have a feeling in my gut that this job is legit. And if it's not, if it turns out to be a scam, then I'll figure out what to do then. I just feel like Rafe is being overprotective. That's all.

Caroline: Well, I can understand his concern. After what you've been through, he's just trying to do the best for you.

Sami: What are you talking about, what I've been through?

Caroline: I mean, Sami, I know that you had cysts removed. You're probably waiting and worrying that it might be cancer.

Sami: Oh.

Caroline: Hmm. That all you have to say, huh? "Oh"? Why didn't you tell me?

Quinn: Great. I appreciate it. I'll pick up the new key card immediately. Thank you.

Hope: And since we haven't been able to use any physical evidence to identify our attacker so far, we are trying a different tac.

Rafe: Like what?

Hope: Well, we're thinking there's got to be something in this guy's past, something significant that's triggered his rage.

Rafe: That's a good thought. So where you looking?

Bo: Well, all the attacks happened at the same location.

Rafe: The pier.

Hope: Yeah, and whatever that event was, maybe it happened there.

Rafe: An incident with a girlfriend maybe?

Hope: Maybe he was jilted.

Bo: Or a traumatic event with his mom. We're going through the database, see if anything fits.

Rafe: How far back you going?

Bo: 20-25 years.

Rafe: All right.

Hope: Hope we're not wasting time looking for something that doesn't exist.

Rafe: Well, uh, can't hurt to look. What years you want me to cover?

Bo: '90 to '95.

Rafe: Okay, I'm on it. You guys have a free lunch or something today?

Hope: We were taste testing for the big party.

Rafe: Seriously?

Hope: Yeah.

Rafe: When I'm here, it's cold turkey and white bread from the deli across the street. What's going on?

Hope: Hey, you picked the wrong day for the late shift.

Rafe: Yeah, no kidding. So I got to tell you, Sami's really fired up about this shindig, you know? Big secret surprise. What's going on? You guys--guys, seriously, come on. She's killing me with all the guessing. I mean, at least five times a day, she thinks she's figured it out, what the big surprise is, who's coming.

Bo: She'll never guess.

Hope: Never.

Rafe: Bo. Bo, come on. Little hint here. You're my brother in arms, man.

Hope: Hey. You just said yourself, you're a cop. Sure you can figure it out without any help.

Rafe: Cold. That's what you are. Ice princess.

Hope: [Scoffs] "Ice princess"? That hurt.

Bo: Ow.

Hope: All right, I'll tell you one thing. I'm not telling you. No. That's kind of mean, isn't it?

Rafe: Little bit.

Hope: All right, you know what, that is mean. I hate teasing you like that. I will--I'll tell you one thing. How about it? Maggie has recommended the most amazing caterer. Let's just say no cold turkey sandwiches for you, Rafe.

Rafe: Oh, man. [Laughs] You're a real comedian over there, huh?

[Phone rings]

Bo: Brady. Yeah, okay, thanks. The DNA results have come in. Faxing them over to us.

Gus: Can't be obvious. Think smart. Quinn can't find this before the cops, so it has to be... just the right... place.

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Sami: Look, grandma, it's not like I was facing this alone, okay? Rafe was with me and then daddy found out. And I'm sure that's how you found out, right?

Caroline: That doesn't really matter now, does it?

Sami: No, I guess not.

Caroline: What I don't understand is why you didn't tell me. I'm your grandmother. I love you.

Sami: Grandma, I know that. And I love you too. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to worry you and I didn't want to put any more on your plate.

Caroline: Oh, like running the pub and looking after your kids while you sneak off to the hospital?

Sami: Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm really sorry. I just-- I just didn't know how to tell you, all right?

Caroline: You don't have to apologize. I know. Must be very hard for you with your mother so far away.

Sami: Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I miss her all the time.

Caroline: I know. We all do. And I know I'm not your mother, but I'm here for you whether the news is good, bad, or ugly.

Sami: You're right. All right, grandma, next time, you will definitely be the first shoulder I lean on.

Caroline: That's my girl. Give me a hug.

Sami: I love you, grandma.

Caroline: I love you too, sweetheart. Just remember, you know, when people love you... you should be 100% honest. Okay?

Sami: [Sighs]

Vivian: [Sighs] My son is full of surprises.

Taylor: What did he do now?

Vivian: I just went to pay the maitre d' and he'd already taken care of it.

Taylor: Oh, that's sweet of him.

Vivian: But unnecessary. Oh. Taylor, I am a lucky, lucky woman. I've missed out on so much of his life and now I get to see the man he's become and catch up on everything.

Taylor: Oh, well, I am happy for you. For both of you. I think, from what he's told me, he is really enjoying getting to know you too. What?

Vivian: You know... watching the two of you together and listening to the way you talk about him now, uh... you seem awfully comfortable. I mean, almost--hmm--familiar.

Taylor: Well, we have known each other for a few years. It wasn't anything serious. It was really--it was just a fling and-- I can't believe I'm telling you this. Why?

Vivian: No, go on, go on.

Taylor: Oh, it-- he hasn't been keeping me from you. It's just that we've recently reconnected. There is a little history there.

Vivian: Oh.

Hope: What's taking so long?

Vivian: How fortuitous for all involved.

Taylor: What do you mean?

Vivian: Well, you obviously know my son better than I do. Maybe you can catch me up on some of those missing years.

Taylor: Oh, well, I don't know about that.

Vivian: Oh, of course you can, darling. I'm not asking for intimate details. I just want to know how you met. What was he doing? What was he interested in?

Taylor: Oh, well, don't you think those are things you should ask him yourself?

Vivian: I don't need to. I mean, you can tell me his life story if anyone can. I mean, after all, I am his mother.

Taylor: [Chuckles]

Bo: There it is.

Gus: Perfect.

Victor: You're turning me down.

Maggie: I'm sorry.

Victor: You don't want to live with me.

Maggie: It's not you, Victor. It's me.

Victor: Maggie, I love you.

Maggie: I love you too. I thought I made it very clear that my feelings for you haven't changed.

Victor: But you're already living with me here. Don't you want to stay?

Maggie: I'm leaving the house, Victor, not you.

Victor: Forgive me if I fail to see that distinction at the moment.

Maggie: Victor, I'm not minimizing the moments that we've shared together these past few weeks. I mean, let's just say it. Love's got nothing to do with it.

Victor: Oh, for crying out loud.

Maggie: Oh, come on now. Every day that I've spent with you, it's been a gift.

Victor: Except for the gunshot wound.

Maggie: Oh, and that, Victor.

Victor: Well, I guess that's something anyway before you put me back up on the shelf.

Maggie: Oh, for goodness sakes! The last thing I want to do is to hurt your feelings or to seem ungrateful. You've treated me like a queen. I have made a lightning-fast recovery because of you.

Victor: But you're still going.

Maggie: [Sighs] When I get stronger, yes. I'm gonna go home... where I belong. Please try to understand. [Sighs]

Sami: So, grandma.

Caroline: Hmm?

Sami: What do you know about Bo and hope's party?

Caroline: I don't know any more than you do.

Sami: What?

Caroline: Right.

Sami: Didn't you give them the whole "you don't keep secrets from the people you love" lecture?

Caroline: [Chuckles] I tried. I told Bo I'd cut him off from clam chowder. But they're not saying anything to anyone.

Sami: What? That is so not fair. They're totally teasing us. It's driving me crazy.

Caroline: Me too. Me too. Oh, I've got a delivery I have to sign on. Just remember--good things come to those who wait.

Sami: [Giggles] Wow. That was fast.

Hope: We get a hit? Oh, come on, please tell me there is something in there we can use.

Bo: Yeah, we got a match on the hairs.

Rafe: Yeah, the guy's in the database?

Bo: Yeah.

Hope: You got a name?

Bo: Yes, yes. Quinn Hudson.

Hope: How did the DNA guys trace the evidence to this guy if he doesn't have a record? We have a warrant to search your room.

Quinn: If someone doesn't tell me what the hell you think you're going to find here--

Rafe: This.

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