Y&R Transcript Tuesday 8/5/03--Canada; Wednesday
8/6/03--USA
Provided By Eric
Proofread by Emma
Phyllis: Why would I deny spending time with Damon, Drucilla? We were in a public place. I'm not trying to hide anything.
Dru: Uh, until you went to his apartment.
Phyllis: Your mind is working overtime, as usual.
Dru: Why were you out with him in the first place, Phyllis?
Phyllis: You know, not that I have to explain myself to you, but I asked my husband out to dinner, he couldn't make it, I ran into Damon, we had a couple of cocktails.
Dru: Oh, I think it was more than a couple of cocktails.
Phyllis: How do you know? What were you doing, hiding behind the corner or something?? What did I have for my entrée, fish or chicken?
Dru: I think you had beef. I also think that you are admitting to the fact that you had dinner with the man.
Phyllis: Okay, dinner, drinks, whatever.
Dru: No, it's the "whatever" that I'm concerned about, Phyllis. How'd your little cozy evening end up?
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Raul: Oh, check it out, baby, it's our roommate.
Raul: Oh, come on, cut him some slack. Look, he's had a long day.
J.T.: Oh, I can hear you guys, and I'm choosing to ignore you.
J.T.: Inside.
Raul:
J.T.: Trying to.
Raul: What's so funny?
J.T.: Okay, you guys are my witnesses. We have this bet going. I say she can't pull this off, she says she can, and you guys are gonna be here to see me win.
J.T.: Come on, it's not that tough. All you have to do is sit there and take a bite. Then she'll realize she's in over her head, and then we'll go get something to eat.
Raul: Mm-hmm. What if her lasagna's a hit?
J.T.: It's not gonna be. Trust me, she has no idea what she's doing.
Colleen: Gina, thank you so much for coming.
Gina: (Chuckles) so where's J.T.?
Colleen: Oh, he's out by the pool with Raul and Brittany.
Gina: Dinner for four?
Colleen: Yeah, he invited them last minute. Is that gonna be a problem?
Gina: Uh, no, I-- you know what? I think I've got enough lasagna. This is just one of them.
Colleen: Oh, that's perfect. Oh, my gosh, it looks great.
Gina: Let me just take this off.
Colleen: Here.
Gina: And I'll pop it into the oven and heat it up, okay?
Colleen: Oh, thank you so much for bailing me out. You are a lifesaver.
Gina: Oh, my god. My pleasure, sweetheart.
Colleen: At least I won't have to hear J.T. Saying "I told you so."
Gina: Oh, come on, he'd never say that to you.
Colleen: Oh, no? He is convinced that I can't do this. That's why he invited Raul and Brittany probably, so they could all have a laugh at my expense.
Gina: Well, what a rat.
Colleen: My thoughts exactly.
Gina: Someone should teach your boyfriend a lesson, and I think I know just the girls who can do it.
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Mr. Hudson: Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. It'll be okay. Sorry about that, Michael.
Michael: Got it all ironed out?
Mr. Hudson: Oh, a little schedule thing with the wife, you know.
Michael: No sweat, Pete. So, uh, do you think you'll be able to fit in a little golf this afternoon?
Mr. Hudson: No, no, look, Michael, what you were talking about earlier, about helping me get in the Genoa City Club--
Michael: At a nominal price. In fact, I think no cost could be arranged.
Mr. Hudson: That would be great, Michael, like a dream come true, but I can’t. It wouldn't look good.
Michael: To whom?
Mr. Hudson: I can't have people connected with the merchandise giving me expensive, high-profile gifts.
Michael: Oh, okay. I hear you. Hmm. Well, let's talk about finding a way that we can work together. I'm sure that we can come up with something.
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Wes: 20... 19... your eyelids are becoming very heavy... 18... heavier... 17... all the muscles in your body are relaxing, you're beginning to feel a numbness creep into your arms and your legs... 16... as you go deeper--
Chris: It's just--I'm-- it's not working. I'm sorry.
Wes: No, it's okay. Don't apologize.
Chris: Well, you know what it means, don't you?
Wes: What?
Chris: If I won't let myself be hypnotized, it must mean that I can't face the fact that I am guilty.
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(Door opens) (door closes)
Victor: What's the matter? You're home early.
Nikki: Yeah. We need to talk about few things.
Victor: About what?
Nikki:
Starting with
Victor: Please, this is not about this damn gala, is it?
Nikki: It's about you letting her run to you, sobbing on your shoulder about big, bad Nikki and how mean she is and helping her thwart me in the meantime.
Victor: I did no such thing.
Nikki: Victor, you did. When you help her organize the colonnade room, when you offer--
Victor: Do I need to remind you that you let me know in no uncertain terms you wouldn't have the gala in this house? I went along with your wishes, not that I agreed with them.
Nikki: But that's the point. You knew how I felt, and you did it anyway. Did you think you could have it both ways?
Victor: Do we have to discuss this now I just came home.
Nikki: Yes, we do.
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Mr. Hudson: Boy, this is the most unusual meeting I've had in a long time.
Michael: Well, you're a man in a position of great responsibility, and I'm a man with a big problem. Seems logical I'd come to you.
Mr. Hudson: But what you're offering me, I mean...
Michael: We've already agreed that the golf membership isn't gonna fly. Look, let me ask you something. I assume it's true that you could move Safra products to a more favorable position on your shelves without raising too many questions.
Mr. Hudson: Well, it's pretty much my call. I mean, I consult with the store managers and the display artists, but they take their lead from the front office.
Michael: Like I said, you're a powerful man. I have to wonder if the company pays you in proportion to your importance.
Mr. Hudson: I don't think they have any idea what it costs to raise kids.
Michael: I can imagine. Look, um, I have to step out for a moment. I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable, and we're gonna talk some more. Oh, let me make sure that we don't get our briefcases confused. Let me show you. This is how you tell them apart.
Michael: Bet the inside of yours doesn't look like this. Excuse me.
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Colleen: Gina, it sounds like you have a plan.
Gina: Well, I think I just might.
Colleen: Okay, well, don't keep me in suspense. What is it?
Gina: Well, your friends out there are expecting a total disaster, right?
Colleen: Yeah.
Gina: Well, let's not disappoint them.
Colleen: I get it.
Gina: So here's what I'm thinking...
Colleen: Hmm?
Gina: Before the lasagna, we'll serve a starter course, and it'll be something that will really whet their appetites.
Colleen: Something they'll never forget.
Gina: Are you with me?
Colleen: Totally.
Gina: You got it.
Colleen: Let's get J.T. Back. (Water splashing)
Raul: Baby, you want to go for a swim?
Raul: Why don't you go inside, see what Colleen's doing?
J.T.: Oh, don't even bother. She won't let anyone near the kitchen.
Raul: I wonder how it's going in there.
J.T.: Well, I don't see any flames. I guess that's a good sign.
J.T.: No, I wouldn't put it like that. I just, uh, I really like it when I'm right, you know? Hey, when she brings the food out, don't be hard on her, okay?
Raul: Yeah, we'll try and hold back.
J.T.: Britt said you guys had plans tonight.
Raul: Yeah, we were gonna go out to dinner.
J.T.: Where?
Raul: Well, miss moneybags here wanted the colonnade room, but I talked her out of it. Even with her new job, there's no way we could afford that.
J.T.: Yeah, no kidding. I mean, she's making good money, but not that kind of money. It's not like she's making 1,000 bucks a night, right?
Raul: 1,000 bucks...
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John: Son...
Jack: Oh, hey, dad. Do we have a meeting?
John: No.
Jack: I'm sorry. I'm just-- I'm a little scatterbrained today.
John: Well, you're certainly entitled with everything that's going on.
Jack: Yeah, launch of the new line.
John: Almost upon us.
Jack: Breathing down our necks.
John:
Jack: I can handle it, dad.
John: I heard about Damon.
Jack: Yeah, that didn't help. You ready for some more good news?
John: All right, what's that?
Jack: It appears Victor has lured another gamesman over to the dark side.
John: Michael Baldwin. That raises some interesting questions.
Jack: Yeah, it does. Nikki has a theory-- Victor's running scared. He can't win a fair fight, so he's bringing out the brass knuckles.
John: Now that's one interpretation.
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Phyllis: You know, I really resent your nasty innuendos, Drucilla.
Dru: Oh, Phyllis, let's not get all sensitive.
Phyllis: Meaning what? You were spying at Yves' on Damon and me?
Dru: Who cares where I got the information from? I have it. I know what you're up to.
Phyllis: No, no, stop it. I'm not gonna sit here and have you interrogate me because you think you have something to threaten me with.
Dru: Oh, it's not a "think." I know I have the facts.
Phyllis: Oh, facts?
Dru: Yeah.Phyllis: Facts or hearsay?
Dru: Yeah, no, hard, cold evidence.
Phyllis: Evidence? Okay. What is it, sweetie?
Dru: Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
Phyllis: I don't need this.
Dru: Uh, Phyllis, Phyllis, where's Damon Porter?
Phyllis: Where's who?
Dru: Damon Porter.
Phyllis: Damon Porter?
Dru: Yeah.
Phyllis: Where is he?
Dru: Yeah.
Phyllis: What game are you playing with me?
Dru: Phyllis, knock it off. Tell me where Damon Porter is right now.
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Wes: Stop it, Chris. Don't talk nonsense.
Chris: Then why can't I go under?
Wes: As I told you before, this doesn't work for everybody, but your resistance does not mean you're guilty. Some people are just too strong willed to take suggestion easily. I suspect that may be the case with you.
Chris: Let's--let's just try it again, okay? I need to know what happened during my blackout.
Wes: There is something I'd like to suggest trying if you're agreeable.
Chris: I'll try anything.
Wes: I want to give you a sedative. I think it might increase your receptivity to the hypnosis.
Chris: I-I don't know.
Wes: Well, Chris, this may save us both a lot of time.
Chris: Well, have you tried it before?
Wes: Many times. I really think it will help.
Chris: All right, let's just--let's do it.
Wes: All right.
Wes: Okay.
Chris: Ah.
Wes: All right, there. You should, uh, be feeling nice and mellow in a few minutes now.
Chris: I'm starting to feel a little already.
Wes: Okay, well, let's get you seated again.
Wes: And we'll try this again.
Wes: Okay, breathe deeply. You're becoming totally relaxed now as you look into the light. Your limbs are becoming heavier and heavier. 20... 19... you're becoming very sleepy, your eyelids are heavier... 17... very tired... very tired... 16... as you drift deeper and deeper...
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Raul: Wouldn't that be the life, huh? 1,000 bucks a night. Baby, you think you could handle making that much money, hmm?
J.T.: What's the matter, princess?
Raul: Hmm. Heads up.
Colleen:
Oh, hey,
Raul: Hey.
Colleen: J.T. Told me you guys were joining us.
Raul: I hope you don't mind.
Colleen: Oh, not at all. The lasagna should be ready soon, but in the meantime, this should tide you over.
Raul: Cool.
J.T.: Uh, what is it?
Colleen: It's bruschetta.
Colleen: Mm-hmm. You guys want to try one?
J.T.: Uh, have you-- have you tried one yet?
Colleen: No, I wanted you guys to be first.
J.T.: Okay.
Raul: All right, well, um... (clears throat) heck, I'll be the guinea pig. Oh, it looks good.
Raul: Mmm. I'm sorry. Um... you know what? That's, um... mm-hmm.
Colleen: Well?
Raul: It's like nothing I've ever tasted before in my life. I'll give you that. Mm-hmm.
Colleen: J.T., Your turn.
J.T.: All right, uh... (clears throat)
J.T.: Looks pretty.
Colleen: Mm-hmm.
J.T.: Mm-hmm.
Colleen: So?
J.T.: Mmm. Mmm. What he said... ditto.
Raul: Right?
J.T.: Mm-hmm.
Colleen: Mm-hmm.
Colleen: Okay.
Raul: Baby, come on, now.
Colleen: Well, you guys didn't think it tastes bad, did you?
J.T.: Oh, it was...
Raul: No.
J.T.: You know, good.
Raul: It was great.
J.T.: Yeah, loved it.
Raul: I like...
J.T.: Really good stuff.
Colleen: Well, maybe you'll like the lasagna a little better. It should be ready soon. I'll go get it.
J.T.: What the hell was that?
J.T.: I told you to go easy on her.
Raul: Yeah, it was pretty nasty, dude.
J.T.: No, no, no, no, you don’t. You're not making a break for it. We're in this together, okay? Now you think that appetizer was bad, wait till the lasagna comes out. It's gonna be even worse.
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John: Now, Jack, the thing I don't want to see is you burning yourself out because of all this stress.
Jack: Dad, dad, it's all part of the game.
John: Oh, you're not fooling me. It's taking its toll, and I realize you don't want anyone to see that--
Jack: Hey, how 'bout them cubs? What do you think?
John: Jack...
Jack:
2 outta 3 against
John: Now, Jack, I told you before, we are going to succeed. Now listen, son, I have every confidence, with you at the helm, we're going to have a huge success with Tuvia, just as we did with Ashley’s line, glow by Jabot, and just as we have with every venture we've undertaken since you became C.E.O.
Jack: You know, you give good pep talk.
John: Not if you don't buy it.
Jack: Oh, dad, I wish I had your faith, I wasn't on the verge of taking us all down.
John: Oh, Jack, what in the world are you talking about?
Jack: Some nights, especially lately... I wake up in a cold sweat, and I am scared out of my wits.
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Phyllis: Where is Da-- I don't know. What, he took a long lunch, and you're trying to pin it on me?
Dru: Okay, Phyllis, let's just drop the act.
Phyllis: What act?
Dru: I think you know exactly where he is.
Phyllis: Oh, excuse me, excuse me, but are you calling me a liar to my face?
Dru: Oh, it's about to get a whole lot worse if you don't answer the question.
Phyllis: What, are you on medication or something? 'Cause every time I see you, it gets more and more bizarre.
Dru: Okay, Prozac princess, I'm gonna give you bizarre. The man left town the morning after he was with you. So what'd you do, scare him away?
Phyllis: Wait, w-what?
Dru: Yeah, yeah, he sent an e-mail to Jack. That's all we got.
Phyllis:
What, he resigned? Did he go back to
Dru: Look, we don't know what the deal is. Would you stop it?
Phyllis: Wow. Are you serious? This is--this is really bad for your company, isn't it?
Dru: Yeah, I smell sabotage, Phyllis.
Phyllis: Oh, come on, Drucilla. This is the first I've heard of it.
Dru: I've got to wonder. I have got to wonder about a lot of things.
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Colleen: Well, this should turn out a lot better.
Raul: Seriously, the bruschetta really wasn't that bad.
Colleen: Well, I'll be the first one this time.
Colleen: Mmm.
Colleen: Mmm, good. This is very good, if I do say so myself.
Raul: All right, let me check this out.
Colleen: Mmm.
Raul: Very good. Awesome.
J.T.: Are you kidding? This is amazing.
Colleen:
Colleen: Really?
J.T.: How did you do this?
Colleen: You know, it really wasn't that hard. I just threw some ingredients into a pan and-- well, nothing to it, really.
Raul: My compliments to the chef.
J.T.: Well, I gotta hand it to you. I didn't think you could pull this off.
Colleen: I know you didn’t. I guess I showed you. Never underestimate me. Guess you owe me 20 bucks.
J.T.: That's fair enough.
Raul: This is amazing.
J.T.: Mmm.
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Victor:
Let me ask you something. What did you want me to do? Stand by and watch
Nikki: She would love nothing better than to have the same thing happen to me, and don't say that I'm paranoid, because I've seen it.
Victor: Nikki, please...
Nikki: Victor, you are my husband. You're supposed to support me. You're supposed to respect my wishes and the wishes of our son, I might add, by steering clear of her, but you don’t. You go out of your way to talk to her, to give her advice, to make her look good.
Victor:
I did not go out of my way to talk to
Nikki:
Well, what do you think she's been doing to me, fawning over that damn Agnes
Sorenson, a woman who openly despises me and insults me in my own living room
behind my back? I mean, to just assume that she can host a big fund-raiser here
without even asking permission-- it's absolutely breathtaking that somebody
could be that presumptuous, but
Victor: So instead of rising above it, if only for our son's sake...
Victor: You will now force them to go to the arts council and tell them that the venue for the gala will not be here and that the arts council will have to eat the cost of the invitations? In other words, you want me to stand by and watch our son and our daughter-in-law embarrassed?
Nikki:
No. This is how it's going to be. The event will be here at the ranch, but I
will host it.
Victor: Oh, really? You have decided this on your own?
Nikki: Yes, I decided it earlier...
Victor: Oh, I see.
Nikki:
And I've already told
Victor: Uh-huh, and she went along with you?
Nikki: Well, no, of course not because you've already given her the ammunition to thumb her nose at me.
Victor: I have no such intent.
Nikki: Well, she's acting like it just the same. She took such pride in letting me know that you were helping her with all the arrangements-- booking the colonnade and paying for replacing the invitations. I mean, it's just her way of flaunting your relationship in my face.
Victor: I'm sick and tired of this, all right? You have the damn gala here and make sure that you and our daughter-in-law get along, that's all. I don't want to discuss this nonsense anymore. Now let's change the subject.
Nikki: All right. This one should be much more pleasant. Tell me about Michael Baldwin.
Victor: There's nothing to tell.
Nikki: Somehow I expect that is far from being the case.
Victor: I am not gonna discuss business with you, all right?
Nikki: So you did hire him?
Victor: Michael Baldwin is on retainer, for your information.
Nikki: Doing lord only knows what for Newman enterprises. Oh, now all of a sudden, you're quiet. Not that I would expect you to be forthcoming. Obviously, you have something up your sleeve regarding Jabot.
Victor: So where would you get an idea like that?
Nikki: You know, you just go right on treating me like a babe in the woods, but it's very obvious, Victor, for you to associate with a man that you despise, who has betrayed you in the past without batting an eye, that reeks of desperation. That tells me that you are not nearly as confident about Safra's prospects as you would like your competitors to believe.
Victor: Mm-hmm. That what you think?
Nikki: That's what I know... because I know you, darling. I know how you operate, and so do my colleagues.
Nikki:
I have invited Katherine over. She should be here in about an hour. In the
meantime, I'm gonna be soaking in a hot tub to try to get rid of all this
tension that
Victor: Well, you have a good time in that tub.
Nikki: Thank you.
Victor:
I guess the word is out.
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Michael: Did you count it?
Mr. Hudson: That's a lot of money.
Michael: That's why they call it "big business," Pete.
Michael: Let me make sure you understand something. Safra cosmetics are in every way equal to Tuvia products. In many ways, we feel they're superior. A person telling his valued customer, "hey, buy this. It's better than the other product," that person will never be embarrassed or betrayed by the quality of what he's recommending. That person will never hear the question, "why the hell did you put Safra cosmetics on the front shelves, right in the middle?"
Mr. Hudson: That's good to know.
Michael: Look, I know its hard raising kids these days. After taxes, there's no money left. If you were to take that briefcase by mistake, that would be very understandable. They look exactly alike.
Mr. Hudson: All my stuff's in this one.
Michael: I'll see to it it's returned. Look, I'll borrow a pen out of yours, and you can borrow whatever out of mine, and we'll call it even.
Mr. Hudson: I could call the police.
Michael: You could, but it'd be a waste. No one's gonna know, Pete, just you and me.
Mr. Hudson: Look, I promised my wife I'd pick up our daughter.
Michael: Fine. Go, go, go. I understand. Maybe we'll talk again some other time.
Mr. Hudson: It's not necessary, Michael. I think we've covered everything we need to cover.
Michael: Great. It's a pleasure making a new friend like this. I trust the feeling is mutual.
Mr. Hudson: You can count on it, Michael.
Michael: I will. Believe me, I will.
Michael: (Chuckles) yes, yes, yes.
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Colleen: Gina? Oh, good. You're still here.
Gina: There isn't a problem, is there?
Colleen: No, everything was perfect. They loved your lasagna.
Gina: Oh, I'm glad to hear that.
Colleen: Thank you so much.
Gina: Oh, sweetheart, you're welcome.
Colleen: Careful, I'm a mess.
Gina: You are a mess.
J.T.: Hey, Colleen, do you have any more of-- hey, Gina, I didn't realize you were here.
Gina: Well, I just stopped by.
Colleen: To see granddad.
Gina: Yeah. John's not here, so I guess I'll be on my way. It's nice seeing you two.
J.T.: Okay, hold on a minute. What's this, huh? Did you call in reinforcements?
Gina: I'm sorry, sweetie, but this one you got to work out all on your own. I'll show myself out.
J.T.: See you later, Gina.
Gina: Bye-bye.
J.T.: You called Gina, didn't you?
Colleen: I can explain.
J.T.: She made the lasagna. Who made the lasagna? Come on.
Colleen: Okay, J.T., Gina made the lasagna.
J.T.: Aha. So much for your talents in the kitchen.
Colleen: I didn't know what to do. I mean, it was bad enough making dinner for two of us, then you called Raul and Brittany and I just--
J.T.: You panicked. And you know why you panicked? Because when it comes to cooking, you can't handle anything more than, I don't know, opening up a can of something, right?
Colleen: Well...
J.T.: Come on, say it. Say it with me-- "J.T., You were right." Come on, let me hear you.
Colleen: J.T., You were right.
J.T.: Ah, hold on. I didn't get that. Talk into my good ear here.
Colleen: J.T., You were right.
J.T.: That's more like it. And because you lied, I get 20 bucks, and I also get something else.
Colleen: What?
J.T.: This.
J.T.: Okay, fess up. That god-awful bruschetta...
Colleen: Totally a joke.
J.T.: Oh, thank god.
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Wes: I want you to go back, Christine, to that moment when you found yourself alone in your car, parked somewhere. I want you to go back before that time, before you parked the car. Are you there? What do you see?
Chris: Woods and trees all around.
Wes: Anything else?
Chris: Water.
Wes: Water. What kind of water?
Chris: A lake, a big lake.
Wes: Are you alone?
Chris: Alone?
Wes: Is there anyone with you?
Chris: Yes.
Wes: Who is it?
Chris: I ca-- I can't tell.
Wes: Okay, settle, settle. Okay, let's backtrack for a minute. I want you to go back to an earlier time. You're at Mary Williams' house.
Chris: She's been drinking.
Wes: She's upset?
Chris: She's very upset. I'm trying to calm her down.
Wes: What happens next?
Chris: She goes to the bathroom. She's gone a long time. So I go to look for her, but she's gone. Her car is gone.
Wes: And you're worried about her.
Chris: She shouldn't be driving in that condition.
Wes: What do you do?
Chris: I go out to my car to go after her. I put the key in the ignition.
Wes: You put the key in the ignition. And then what, Christine? What do you do? Do you start the car?
Chris: I'm in the woods now.
Wes: Okay, Christine, I want you to look around you and tell me what you see.
Chris: On the ground.
Wes: What?
Chris: Isabella. She's got her eyes closed, but her face...
Wes: What? What is it? What about her face?
Chris: It's covered with blood. Wait, she's moving. Now she's looking up at me. She's scared. She's up on her feet. She's trying to get past me. She's pushing me away. She scratches my arm. I try and stop her. I have my hands around her throat, and my nails are digging in... she's pleading with me. She's begging me to stop hurting her.
Isabella: Don't hurt me again, Christine!
Chris: She's down on the ground. Her eyes are rolling back. She's down on the ground. She's just lying there, and she's not moving. She's just lying there, and she's not moving.
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Jack: We're teetering on the brink with these damn loans and hemorrhaging money getting Tuvia started. I don't know. Should I have waited? Did I rush things? Honestly, I keep wondering if I'm leading this company or if I'm allowing my contempt for Victor Newman to lead me.
John: Jack, I want you to listen to me. There's something you're forgetting. You know, we have been working toward entering this market for a very long time. Has a huge potential, and it is going to pay off. And we knew this, long before the Newman’s got involved. We, meaning all of us, including your sister Ashley.
Jack: Yeah, this was Ashley’s baby, wasn't it?
John: And, of course, it was a huge loss losing Satine cosmetics, and there are enormous risks starting from scratch, but, son, if we had bowed out and we let Newman co-opt us, we would have blown a complete wonderful opportunity. Now, you know, to enter a market that's already dominated by another player, there's no chance. And I have to say this-- the products that we have developed for women of color, from what I have seen, they are stunning. Now you have done nothing wrong. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and you have done nothing foolhardy. Now I believe in you, and don't you ever forget that.
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Phyllis: Listen, you can wonder all you want. No skin off my nose.
Dru: Phyllis, you work for Newman. You'd like to see Tuvia fail.
Phyllis: Well...
Dru: So what you did was you orchestrated a romantic dinner with Damon Porter at Yves' bistro, and then you ended up in his apartment, and then, you know, the next morning, he's mysteriously missing. Now that's hell of a coincidence, wouldn't you say?
Phyllis: Okay, wait a second. Wait a second. What are you suggesting that I tied the man up, I hacked into his e-mail, I made excuses to jack, and now I'm holding him hostage?
Dru: You know what? I wouldn't put it past you.
Phyllis: Oh, you are just so warped. It’s...
Dru: No, go ahead. Say it. Say it. I am so entertained. I want to see you talk your way out of this. Go ahead.
Phyllis: How do you know I went to his apartment?
Dru: I don't hear you denying it.
Phyllis: What'd you do, follow us there, spy?
Dru: Phyllis, I've had enough of this! I have had enough of this. If I find out that you had anything-- anything to do with Damon Porter's disappearance, you're gonna have to answer to me.
Phyllis: Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots.
Dru: You better be. Because, as far as I know, Jack knows nothing of you setting up close and personal with Damon Porter, Okay? Why? But I can guarantee you he will find out, and when he does, you better be prepared for some turbulence on the home front.
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Wes: Is Isabella still not moving? What's happening now, Chris? Can you tell me?
Chris: I'm just standing there looking at her. There's my car.
Wes: You've turned to see it?
Chris: It's right there. I want to get to it, sit down. I'm tired. I'm so tired.
Wes: Are you going to the car? Where are you now, Chris? Talk to me.
Chris: I'm sitting in the car, driver's seat. The sun's shining. It's daylight.
Wes: Daylight?
Chris: How did I get here? Where am I? I don't remember. I want to get home. I have to get home!
Wes: Christine, Christine, I'm gonna awaken you now.
Chris: I have to get home.
Wes: Christine, I'm gonna count to three, and when I count to three, you will be fully awake and completely refreshed. 1... coming awake. 2... coming awake. 3. How do you feel?
Chris: Fine. Did I go under?
Wes: Yes.
Chris: Did I remember anything? Did I say anything that might help? (Doorbell rings)
Wes: You all right?
Chris: What is it this time, detective?
Weber: I have a warrant, Christine, to search the premises for evidence concerning the disappearance of Isabella Williams. Ma'am.
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Next on "the young and the restless"...
Jill: We discussed having mother declared incompetent to manage her own affairs.
Brock: Oh, heavens, Jill, why?
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Colleen: The way he treats you--it's gross.
Lily: I'd really appreciate, J.T., if you get your girlfriend to stop preaching to me.