Y&R Transcript Monday
8/4/03--Canada; Tuesday 8/5/03--USA
Provided By Eric
Proofread by Emma
Raul: Hey, baby.
Raul: What are you up to?
Raul: Yeah? How'd you do?
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J.T.: Man, this is the life. I haven't had a day off in I don't remember when.
Colleen: Are you sure you wouldn't rather be someplace else?
J.T.: Oh, like where?
Colleen: I don't know. Hanging out with the guy’s maybe?
J.T.: Now why would I want to do that, huh?
Colleen: You're not getting bored, spending time with me?
J.T.: Well, you can be kind of boring now and then, but, uh, I think I'm okay.
Colleen: You're gonna pay for that.
J.T.: Oh, yeah? What's it gonna cost me?
Colleen: Why don't you get over here and find out? I dare you.
J.T.: Ooh, don't dare me.
Colleen: Gosh, what kind of boyfriend are you anyway, letting me roast out in these harmful rays of sun?
J.T.: Oh, yeah, right, of course, sunscreen.
Colleen: Yeah, right here.
J.T.: What-- what the hell is that?
Colleen: What? Oh, my tattoo. You've never seen it before.
J.T.: I didn't realize you had a tattoo.
Colleen: It's pretty new. Oh, so's this.
J.T.: Wow.
Colleen: Surprised?
J.T.: Yeah. When did-- I mean, I never thought you--
Colleen: I had to do something to make my life interesting after we broke up.
J.T.: Wow. Well, imagine what would have happened if we'd stayed apart longer.
Colleen: I hate to think.
J.T.: Yeah, me too.
Colleen: So what do you think?
J.T.: It's pretty hot.
Colleen: (Laughs)
J.T.: Was your dad pissed?
Colleen: Yeah, he wasn't exactly thrilled, but he finally admitted the butterfly was cute.
J.T.: Well, it is. It's, yeah, really cute, and so are you.
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Dru: Now do you have any money?
Neil: Yeah, I brought some money. I'll lend you some. Don't worry until dinnertime. You know, Olivia stopped by. Sounds like she's working herself half to death.
Dru: Yeah, well, what's new? That's my sister.
Neil: Ha ha, it runs in the family.
Dru: Yeah, well, it's a good trait, sweetheart. Listen, speaking of which, you have been burning the candle at both ends yourself.
Neil: Yeah, we both have.
Dru: Mmm.
Neil: Getting ready for the big launch.
Dru: You better believe it. So what did Olivia want?
Neil: As she and Wes want to get together with us real soon to talk about their wedding plans.
Dru: Wedding? Isn't she putting the cart before the horse? You're supposed to accept the proposal before you start planning for a wedding. My sister...
Neil: I guess she wants to make sure what she's getting into.
Dru: What she's getting into is some pure gold. Of course, sweetheart, you're platinum, right? But my sister wouldn't know if she hit the jackpot if it hit her in the head.
Neil: Tough day at the office, huh?
Dru: Well, yeah, they all are, especially now.
Neil: I know what you mean.
Dru: Uh-huh.
Neil: Launching a new line-- real rough.
Dru: Can be. Mm-hmm.
Neil: I can see that look in your eyes. Don't worry about it. If things go south at Jabot, you'll always have a spot over at Newman Enterprises.
Dru: You know, let me make something perfectly clear. I would rather work for Attila the Hun than Victor Newman.
Neil: Well, let's just hope you're not the only new hire who feels that loyal.
Dru: What's that supposed to mean?
Neil: (Chuckles) it doesn't mean anything. I'm kidding. Don't take it so seriously.
Dru: Don't kid, don't kid, I'm very serious. What do you know about Damon Porter?
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Chantal: Go home?
Michael: That's right. Pronto. You've been putting in way too many hours.
Chantal: I don't mind.
Michael: Well, I do. So scoot. I'm giving you the rest of the day off.
Chantal: I have to transcribe those depositions.
Michael: There's plenty of time to have that done tomorrow.
Chantal: But I--
Michael: Look, Chantal, you need to take some time for yourself. So take off, run errands. You are free for the rest of the day.
Chantal: Are you all right?
Michael: What? Your boss can't act like a human being unless there's something the matter?
Chantal: I didn't mean it like that, Michael.
Michael: No, of course you didn’t. Look, I just need to clear this place out. I have some heavy-duty thinking to do. You know, no distractions.
Chantal: Christine's case?
Michael: Exactly.
Chantal: I understand. I'll get out of your hair then. Put out the "gone fishing" sign.
Michael: Atta girl.
Michael: All right, almost showtime.
Michael: I hope I don't have to use this.
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Chris: Why won't detective Weber let up? He won't leave me alone.
Chris: It's as if he knew the doubts I was having, that it would almost be a relief to confess. No, I am not gonna go there. Not yet.
Chris: Come on, Chris, pull yourself together. Do not fall apart.
Chris: Clothes from the drycleaners? I don't remember sending those out.
Chris: Oh, my god. It's the outfit I wore the night Isabella disappeared.
Chris: "Unable to remove blood stains." What? W-what...
Chris: Blood stains on my clothes and on the scarf. (Doorbell rings)
Chris: How did—
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Colleen: Wow, that was quite an adventure, wasn't it?
J.T.: Yeah, good times. You know what I want?
Colleen: Yes, but no way that's gonna happen by my grandfather's pool.
J.T.: Okay, I'm talking about food.
Colleen: Oh, you're hungry?
J.T.: Yeah, I'm getting there.
Colleen: Well, there' plenty of stuff for sandwiches.
J.T.: No, no, I'm talking about real food. Like Italian or something.
Colleen: I can make that.
J.T.: Oh, all right.
Colleen: What?
J.T.: I didn't know you could cook.
Colleen: I cook.
J.T.: Yeah, I'm talking about anything besides, like, instant Mac and cheese.
Colleen: You know, I have a lot of talents that you are unaware of.
J.T.: Well, I'm sure you do, but I don't think cooking's one of them.
Colleen: You name it, and I will make it.
J.T.: All right, you're on. $20 bet says you can't cook me lasagna with a big side of garlic bread.
Colleen: Well, you've got yourself a deal, because that is easy.
J.T.: Oh, yeah?
Colleen: Yes. I'm not the iron chef, but this I can do. Boil some noodles, cook some meat, throw in some cheese and sauce, and voilà.
J.T.: Oh, well, that'd be good, except for that's the wrong language.
Colleen: Oh, how do you say "voilà" in Italian?
J.T.: Colleen, listen, I think a sandwich will be just fine.
Colleen: Wow, you really don't think I can do this, do you?
J.T.: No, I don’t.
Colleen: Well, you didn't think I could drive your car either, did you?
J.T.: Yeah, well, look how that turned out.
Colleen: Well, I'm gonna prove you wrong.
J.T.: Hey, wait a minute. All right, okay, I'll help you cook.
Colleen: No.
J.T.: Well, Colleen, all right, then I'll teach you to cook or something.
Colleen: You have to stay put.
J.T.: You could be in there for hours. What am I gonna do?
Colleen: You're the one who wanted real food, so you're just gonna have to find a way to entertain yourself. Excuse me.
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Michael: Ahh, he's early. All right.
Diane: Whoa, where are you off to?
Michael: Uh, you can't be here.
Diane: What?
Michael: I'm getting ready for a very important meeting, and whatever you're here for, I don't have time.
Diane: I'm here because I'm worried about you, Michael. If Detective Weber is still out for blood because he thinks you're trying to protect Christine--
Michael: Look, your concern is touching, but you have to get out of here now.
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Chris: Oh, Olivia, thank God it's you.
Olivia: Are you okay?
Chris: No, I'm not okay. Come on in.
Olivia: What happened?
Chris: I was in the garage. Detective Weber showed up. He scared me half to death. Now I'm too shaken to drive. I thought he was back to torture me some more.
Olivia: Is he still treating you like a suspect?
Chris: He wants me to confess. How can I admit to something that I don't remember?
Olivia: Okay, that's why I'm here. I mean, Wesley and I were talking earlier.
Chris: About me?
Olivia: I hope you don't mind.
Chris: No, I told him it was okay.
Olivia: We're concerned about you, about your health, your mental state.
Chris: Well, join the club.
Olivia: I'd like to check your vitals again.
Chris: Olivia, I hope you can find some reason for what I g going through because I am telling you, I am about to jump out of my skin.
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Nikki: How am I doing? Trust me, you don't want to know.
Jack: Well, then my timing really stinks.
Nikki: Ah, more bad news. Well, okay, my day couldn't get any worse.
Jack: Okay, uh, I'll start with this one.
Nikki: What?
Jack: Damon Porter, our chief chemist, has taken a walk. I got the happy tidings by e-mail.
Nikki: What do you mean, taken a walk?
Jack: He left town without an explanation, days before our new line is to hit the market.
Diane: Why are you barking at me? What did I do?
Michael: You're not listening, Diane.
Diane: Yes, I am. You have an important meeting with someone who's got you all bent out of shape. Is it weber? Is he still hassling you?
Michael: Look, I can handle weber. Now if you don't mind...
Diane: Here's my hat, what's my hurry?
Michael: Mazeltov, you understand English.
Diane: You're acting very weird, you know? More so than usual.
Michael: I'll be just fine after you leave like a good girl.
Diane: Maybe it isn't Weber. Hmm? What else could it be that has you in this much of a tizzy? Oh, of course, Victor and that mysterious job he has you doing.
Michael: How the hell did you find out about that?
Diane: Oh, so I'm right? It's a bit of an unholy alliance, wouldn't you say?
Michael: Taking that retainer from that snake was the biggest mistake I've-- well, this second biggest mistake I've made in my life.
Diane: And lord knows you've made some doozies.
Michael: Oh, well, thank you. Now if you're through here...
Diane: I'm going, I'm going, I'm going... but whoever this meeting is with, I hope it goes well.
Michael: Has to. I don't have any other options.
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Dru: That's it? That's all you're gonna give me on Damon Porter?
Neil: I've already told you everything I know. Now wait, what is going on here? What's with the questions?
Dru: No reason nothing, really.
Neil: Oh, come on, you got me under interrogation lights here. What's with Porter? What's going on?
Dru: Look, would you-- he's missing, okay?
Neil: He's missing?
Dru: Missing. What don't you understand? Missing.
Neil: What do you mean, he's missing?
Dru: Our head chemist has taken a powder less than a week before our line launches, okay?
Neil: Ooh. What, he's left the company?
Dru: I didn't say that. I didn't say that. I said he took some unscheduled time, that's all.
Neil: Yeah, but the man is gone. You don't know where he is.
Dru: Damon didn't leave the company, and don't get any ideas, unless your folks had something to do with that.
Neil: Are you kidding me? Do you really think that Newman Enterprises would have anything to do with this?
Dru: See, I know you think that's very naive of you, but your people are capable of doing something like that. Yeah, they are.
Neil: All right, well, maybe Mr. Porter saw the ship was sinking, decided to jump off rather than go down with it.
Dru: You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Neil: No, frankly, I don't care. We don't have anything to do with what you're talking about.
Dru: No, frankly, I really don't want to talk to you about this anymore, Neil, okay?
Neil: You're funny. I'm gonna go use the restroom before I go back to work.
Dru: You do that.
Phyllis: Excuse me.
Dru: Phyllis surprised to see you here.
Phyllis: Well, why don't you just pretend like you didn't see me?
Dru: No, I'm not gonna pretend that 'cause I see you right here. How about we talk?
Phyllis: Uh, I'm sorry. I'm terribly busy.
Dru: You sure about that?
Phyllis: Yes, I am positive.
Dru: What if I told you it's about D.P. That would be Damon Porter. Mm-hmm.
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Raul:
$150.
Raul: Slow? You kidding me? What are you gonna do with all this?
Raul: Oh, yeah?
Raul:
Awesome. Well, you know me, I never say no to free food. What do you got in
mind? Oh, wait, hey, why don't we go to that new Mexican place over on
Raul: What's wrong with that?
Raul: How nice?
Raul: The colonnade--sure, and you know what? Wait here. I'm gonna go slip into my tuxedo, call the butler so he can bring the limo around.
Raul:
Come on,
Raul: You can't afford that.
Raul: 150 bucks? Maybe that'll cover the appetizers.
Raul: Not by much. Come on, sweetie, let's, um, let's cook in tonight.
Raul: I love what you're trying to do for me, but come on, let's be practical. You have a lot of expenses coming up 'cause once school starts, that money's gonna disappear, just like that. (Telephone rings)
J.T.: Hey, it's me. Is Raul around?
J.T.: All right, good, good. What are you guys doing?
J.T.: All right, come over to the Abbott’s'.
The rest is missing, sorry