Y&R Transcript Tuesday 11/18/03--Canada; Wednesday 11/19/03--USA

Provided By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Nick: Morning.

Victor: Hey, son.

Nick: How's it going?

Victor: Once this is over with, I'll feel a lot better.

Nick: I see your enthusiasm hasn't changed.

Victor: I ordered some coffee and juice. Won't you have some?

Nick: I'm all right, thanks. So they moved your dad to a hospice?

Victor: Mm-hmm, a very expensive one at that. Apparently he must have money.

Nick: You're so grim. I mean, don't you have the least bit of anticipation? This is a man you haven't seen in years. You must be curious.

Victor: All I'm curious about, son, is why the hell I agreed to do this.

Nick: You said it was for mom.

Victor: Well, I'm glad you came along.

Nick: No problem.

Victor: Let's grab our coats. The sooner we see this so-called father of mine, the sooner we can get out of here.

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Raul: Hey.

Brittany: You're up.

Raul: Oh, I've been up for awhile now. How'd you sleep?

Brittany: How do you think I slept?

Raul: I'm sorry about last night.

Brittany: Raul, just because you're mad at me, doesn't mean you can stop taking care of yourself. Did you even eat yesterday?

Raul: I don't remember.

Brittany: Raul, you're diabetic. You can't forget to eat, or look what happens-- you wind up on the floor in insulin shock.

Raul: I said I'm sorry, okay? I'm fine now, Brittany.

Brittany: What's your blood sugar this morning?

Raul: I don't know. I haven't tested myself.

Brittany: Well, do it, Raul, now!

Raul: What are you, my guardian all of a sudden?

Brittany: Look, I had to stick a syringe in you last night, okay? And I really don't feel like a repeat, so go test your blood. I'm not telling you again.

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Michael: Oh! My back, my back, my back oh! I brought you your collection of rocks.

Chris: Oh, you sweet man. Hello! I left these there because I was hoping someone would throw them away. I have copies of these files, and if you look closely, these books have never been used.

Michael: So it's all useless?

Chris: Yeah, but thanks anyway.

Michael: Yeah, well, I just was eager to get the last few things out of the office. You know, it's so tidy without you there.

Chris: Quieter too, I'll bet.

Michael: Oh, did I mention quieter? It's a vast improvement. I am so glad you left. It was crowded, and there really wasn't enough work to go around.

Chris: Ha-ha, stop. Enough, I get it.

Michael: All right. So did I come at a bad time?

Chris: Not at all.

Michael: Is the big, bad wolf around?

Chris: No.

Michael: Oh, all right. So what's up?

Chris: Paul's moved out.

Michael: Hmm.

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Phyllis: All right, you'd better eat up if you want to get big and strong like your daddy.

Gina: So I hope you slept well, John.

John: I certainly did.

Gina: Good morning.

John: Good morning, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Good morning.

John: Where's Jack?

Phyllis: I don't know. I guess he's still getting dressed.

John: Hello. How are you this morning, Kyle?

Gina: I haven't seen much of you at the club lately.

Phyllis: Well, we see so much of each other here.

John: Phyllis, don't start.

Phyllis: What?

Gina: Oh, by the way, I got a call from a mutual friend of ours.

Phyllis: Really? A mutual friend? Like we'd have a mutual friend.

Gina: Well, I was sure you wouldn't be interested anyway.

Jack: Good morning, all.

John: Morning, Jack.

Jack: Hey, little guy. How you doing, buddy? How you doing, chief? Do I smell cinnamon buns?

Phyllis: Cinnamon buns!

Jack: I'll tell you, I'm hungry enough to eat a horse.

Phyllis: Yeah, you want cinnamon buns!

John: You know, I haven't seen you in this good of a mood in awhile, Jackie. Is something going on I should know about?

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Raul: Fine. Fine, I'll test my blood.

Brittany: You used to do it all the time.

Raul: Yeah, so what?

Brittany: So how often do you do it now?

Raul: Enough.

Brittany: Well, obviously not, or you would have known that you were headed for trouble last night. So answer me, how often?

Raul: Listen, I've had a lot of stuff on my mind lately, all right?

Brittany: No, it isn't all right. How long does it take to get a reading?

Raul: About five seconds.

Brittany: And you don't have five seconds once in awhile to make sure you don't keel over?

Raul: Would you please get off my back?

Brittany: No.

Raul: There. Done.

Brittany: Well, that wasn't so hard.

Raul: Brittany, quit bugging me, will you?

Brittany: God, it's just such a simple thing. I mean, I don't understand why you wouldn't want to take care of yourself. What's your blood sugar?

Raul: It's a little high.

Brittany: Well, how high?

Raul: It's like 280.

Brittany: Raul, that's hardly a little. I mean, what's normal-- 60 to 120? How long have you been running high like this?

Raul: Just a couple of days, okay? Would you let it go? Come on.

Brittany: Look, you... you need to make sure that-- (telephone rings) (ring)

Brittany: We are not done talking about this.

Brittany: Hello?

Bobby: Britt, oh, good, it's you. Listen, I need to talk to you.

Brittany: Look, this really isn't a great time.

Bobby: Yeah, but I got fantastic news. We're all clear to open for business tonight.

Brittany: Look, I really, really can't talk right now.

Bobby: Oh, let me guess-- the boyfriend's there. Well, listen, I'm still your boss, and as your boss, I need to--

Brittany: Can I call you later?

Bobby: No, later doesn't work for me, all right? There's some things I got to talk to you about. You know, I'd rather do it in person. If you can tear yourself away, why don't you come down here?

Brittany: Fine, I'll be there. Just give me a few minutes, okay?

Raul: So who was that?

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Michael: Well?

Chris: Not much else to say, is there?

Michael: I don't know. Is there?

Chris: Michael, I don't feel comfortable talking to you about this.

Michael: Why? Because Paul was the love of your life, and I was the also-ran? Come on, what happened?

Chris: He was ready to go places I wasn't ready to. I don't want to talk to you about that.

Michael: Don't worry about it.

Chris: I just... I don't feel like it's fair to you.

Michael: Let me worry about that. Besides, I've got a little something going on myself at the moment.

Chris: Yeah?

Michael: Yeah.

Chris: Well, tell me about it.

Michael: Well, it's a bit early, but don't feel sorry for me. I'm in pretty good shape. You on the other hand--

Chris: I'm moving on with my life. I've got my work, and, you know, I've got stuff going on.

Michael: Your personal goals?

Chris: Exactly.

Michael: Mm-hmm. You can put a lot of energy into those personal goals.

Chris: You think I'm gonna have a hard time being alone, don't you?

Michael: It's an adjustment.

Chris: I was in Australia all that time. I was fine.

Michael: Mm-hmm, Paul wasn't nearby. That is a big difference, isn't it?

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Jack: Well, Ashley’s recovery has me smiling.

Gina: You've seen her?

Jack: Yeah, yeah, she looks terrific.

Phyllis: So that's the only thing that has you smiling-- Ashley’s recovery?

Jack: Well, the fact that she's gone from nearly catatonic to wanting to come home I think is pretty amazing.

Phyllis: Oh, it is. You're right, it's very amazing.

John: Yeah, it means a great deal to our family that Ashley’s doing well. But, Jack, I have a feeling there's something more.

Jack: Well, it doesn't hurt that there's some good news at the office.

John: Why? Have you seen some sales projections on Tuvia? Trends going up?

Jack: No, not really, but I fully expect to see that happen.

John: Well, Jack, come on now. You're obviously encouraged by something.

Jack: Dad, maybe we could talk about this later.

Phyllis: Jack, why don't you be honest? Just come out and say it. You don't want to talk about it in front of me.

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Raul: That was Bobby Marsino on the phone, right?

Brittany: So?

Raul: So? So every time he calls, you drop everything. You run right over there. Brittany, he's got you under his thumb so bad, it's ridiculous.

Brittany: He does not.

Raul: He calls. He says, "jump." You say, "how high? How naked should I get Bobby?"

Brittany: Raul, don't go there.

Raul: It's the only place to go. Brittany, when the hell are you gonna realize how totally destructive this is? Every time I think of you with that guy in that slimy place, I swear, I just want to pound something.

Brittany: Honey, honey, come on, just take it easy, okay? You need to stay calm. Please?

Brittany: Look, I promise I'll only be a little while. And then I'll come home, and we'll talk more later. Raul?

Raul: Whatever.

Brittany: Take that shot. Don't forget.

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Jack: Well, honey, I think that goes without saying.

Gina: After all, Phyllis, you do work for the competition.

Phyllis: Why don't I just leave the table? You all can chat till your heart's content, okay?

Jack: Honey, wait, wait, wait. There's no reason for you to leave. Dad and I can finish this conversation at the office, right, Dad?

John: Yeah, Jack, but I am awfully curious.

Jack: I'll fill you in, okay?

Phyllis: So, Jack, this wonderful news, does it have anything to do with your visit from Nicholas Newman?

John: You saw Nicholas Newman?

Jack: Yeah, he stopped by my office.

John: Why in the world would he do that?

Jack: Could we talk about this later?

John: All right, Jack, we'll talk later.

Phyllis: Oh, you guys, knock yourself out. I got to get to work.

Jack: Baby, before you go to work, I did want to talk to you about something in private.

John: All right, Gina, why don't we allow them to have a little time alone?

Gina: Let's go play.

John: Yeah, do you think granddaddy could have the little baby?

Phyllis: All right, there you go.

John: We're gonna go play a little football outside.

Phyllis: Oh, football!

John: I'm gonna show you how to throw that thing like your granddaddy did.

Phyllis: All right, all right, all right. Listen, this thing you want to talk about, just get it over with, please. I have a big day ahead.

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Victor: Thank you. Well, our car is here. Where is my key?

Nick: I got mine.

Victor: Here it is.

Nick: You're procrastinating.

Victor: Yeah, I am.

Nick: I still say we don't have to go through with this.

Victor: Oh, no, no, no, no. No quitting now. There's something I've been meaning to say to you.

Nick: What's that?

Victor: I have serious issues with this man. That doesn't mean you have to, okay?

Nick: What are you saying?

Victor: He's your grandfather.

Nick: I've come here for the same reason you are. It's for mom.

Victor: Well, this is a little different. You don't have the same history with this man. You don't have the same scars.

Nick: Your point?

Victor: The point is that he's an old man. He's dying. You might have a chance to, you know, have a different relationship with him than I've had, so...

Nick: Look, the man is dying. I'm not expecting some big connection here.

Victor: Well, I'm not talking about that. I'm just... just keep an open mind, all right?

Nick: All right, well, then you do the same thing. This man's your father. It'll be the only time you see him as an adult. Things could be different W.W.

Victor: I seriously doubt that.

Nick: There must be some small part of you that wishes things could be different. If you didn't have any hope for that, you never would have gotten on that plane.

Victor: One should never give up hope, son, especially where family is concerned.

Nick: Don't look for miracles here, dad.

Victor: I'm not, but that doesn't mean that I stop believing in them.

Nick: Let's get this show on the road.

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J.T.: What's all the yelling about?

Raul: Nothing.

J.T.: Who needs an alarm clock with you two around here? How are you doing this morning?

Raul: Fine.

J.T.: You sure?

Raul: Sorry about that little scare I gave you last night.

J.T.: Scare? Try double coronary, man.

Raul: It wasn't that serious. It was just a little insulin reaction.

J.T.: Oh, right, yeah, just a little reaction. You looked like you were dying, Raul.

Raul: I just needed some sugar, okay? It wasn't that big of a deal.

J.T.: Well, then why'd you make it a big deal?

Raul: Huh?

J.T.: I tried to give you some orange juice, and you, like, shoved me out of the way.

Raul: I was trying to talk to Brittany, and you wouldn't get out of my face with it.

J.T.: Yeah, well, Brittany says you get that way when your sugar's low.

Raul: Brittany talks too much.

J.T.: Well, you know what? I'm glad she said something, so I'd know. This disease of yours can be pretty freaky. You know, Brittany was a real pro last night. When you hit the deck, she knew exactly what to do. I'm glad she was here, Raul. You should be, too. Raul, are you listening to me?

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Bobby: Hey, that was fast. I got some fresh coffee. You want some?

Brittany: Sure, I guess.

Bobby: I hope you're not mad at me.

Brittany: For what?

Bobby: For dragging you down here so early.

Brittany: No, it's okay.

Bobby: All right, what's with the long face? I thought you'd be happy. We're opening up tonight.

Brittany: Yeah, I just, uh... I have a lot on my mind. So what did you want to see me about?

Bobby: Okay, I was thinking that maybe we could put together a new number for tonight. You know, for the grand reopening.

Brittany: Well, what’s wrong with my regular routines?

Bobby: Come on, are you kidding? I love your work. It's just that we got ton of people coming down tonight. Everybody wants to see the club that got shut down for being bad and evil.

Brittany: Any record producers?

Bobby: Now come on, don't start on me. You know I've had a rough week. But we've got a great crowd coming. I've got a ton of reservations. So I was thinking that maybe we'd give them something special, just for tonight.

Brittany: I don't think so.

Bobby: All right, then we'll just do one of the numbers that you've done, like, 100 times.

Brittany: No, you don't understand. I'm thinking I shouldn't dance at all tonight.

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Chris: Let's forget about Paul.

Michael: Oh, here, here. I think you should... honestly.

Chris: There's just this feeling of unfinished business.

Michael: Oh, well, that's called phantom limb syndrome. You know, it’s... you still feel it a long time after it's been cut off.

Chris: Ugh. Yeah, I think I've heard of that.

Michael: Yeah, it's gangrenous, babe. Had to come off.

Chris: That's yuck, okay?

Michael: I'm serious. Look, with you and me, it was just bad timing, tragically bad timing. You know, it happens. You zig, I zag. We miss each other. With Paul, it's all been bad for a long time now, and it's not a case of missed timing or botched opportunities. I mean, you two have explored this relationship in all of its varied aspects, and you gotta admit, it's a flop. It's a disaster and getting worse. I mean, it's time to walk.

Chris: Well, you're looking at a single girl living alone.

Michael: Well, hang in there. You've got my number in case you want to go dancing.

Chris: Do you mean that?

Michael: Absolutely.

Chris: Mystery woman won't mind?

Michael: God, I hope she does. That would mean I'm really getting under her skin.

Chris: You deserve to be happy.

Michael: Yeah, well, we will find out what fate has in store for me. In the meantime, I am just happy to have you as a friend after all we've been through.

Chris: I feel the same. Very fortunate, indeed.

Michael: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Well, the mutual admiration society is going to have to take a little break.

Chris: Yeah, I got a call from the office. Someone's coming over.

Michael: Yeah, well, I'm due in court.

Chris: Hey, thanks again for bringing over all that useless--

Michael: All right, you know, okay, it was useless fine. I used it as a pretext, I confess.

Chris: I'll see you soon.

Michael: All right, you can count on that.

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Jack: You know, you really didn't have to make that big scene.

Phyllis: Please, Jack, you're all so transparent. I mean, one of you asks a leading question, and the others chime in right on cue. "Oh, oh, well, I can't tell you right now, because, you know, Phyllis is here."

Jack: Funny how you get ticked off at other people's secrets when I strongly suspect you have a few of your own.

Phyllis: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Jack: Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Phyllis: What was so important that you had to clear the room?

Jack: It's a personal matter. I've made a decision.

Phyllis: What is it?

Jack: I'm gonna let Kyle stay with Diane for awhile. I thought you should know.

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Bobby: Look, Brittany, you're my star attraction. You don't have to do any new numbers, but I need you to dance tonight, please.

Brittany: I'm not up for it, Bobby.

Bobby: Give it to me straight. You're not up for it tonight, or you're not up for it period?

Brittany: I really don't know. I can't think about the future. I have to do what feels right to me now.

Bobby: You know, you've been tough. You've put up with a lot of flack for working at this place. But don't you forget that it's because of your boyfriend and your parents that I got shut down in the first place. The least you could do is dance tonight. Now you can't keep letting them push you around.

Brittany: Bobby, it's not about them. My mind's made up.

Bobby: Yeah? What? You found another job you just work a couple hours, and they throw handfuls of cash at your feet? Come on.

Brittany: Well, sometimes I'm not so sure it's worth it.

Bobby: It's that boyfriend of yours, isn't it? I thought I straightened him out.

Brittany: Bobby, will you stop putting this on Raul? Can you give me a little credit that I can think things out for myself? Maybe its true-- working here isn't gonna get me where I want to go.

Bobby: No, no, now come on. You've been hearing that for months. All of a sudden you just quit on me? If somebody got under your skin, I want to know who. What happened?

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Raul: Would you please get off my case about Brittany?

J.T.: Hey, what is it with you, man? You know, if Brittany hadn't of been here, knowing how to stick you full of sugar like that, you'd be staring at a big, fat ambulance bill right now. And, you know, when you snapped out of it, that little reaction of yours, didn't you notice how concerned she was? She was, like, all caring and stuff. You know, I think when you hit the deck like that; it shook her up as much as it did me.

Raul: Yeah, she cared so much. When Marsino called her a little while ago, she couldn't run out of here fast enough.

J.T.: Hey, I'm just telling you what I saw, Raul, okay?

Raul: She's been all over the place lately. I don't know where the hell her head is.

J.T.: You know, Brittany mentioned something else about this little thing of yours, this diabetes stuff.

Raul: What?

J.T.: Stress, Raul, it's a killer. You got to relax, man, get this under control. Otherwise you're gonna stay messed up with your blood sugar and stuff.

Raul: Relax, huh? Just like that?

J.T.: Yeah.

Raul: Just forget about the damn club and the fact that she's wrecking her whole life?

J.T.: Hey, hey, now see, there you go again getting all worked up.

Raul: Oh, I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'll try not collapse and ruin your breakfast.

J.T.: Raul, if you just listen for a second, I'm trying to be a friend here.

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Phyllis: You're not serious, are you?

Jack: I am serious. I think it is what is best for Kyle right now.

Phyllis: Are you crazy? Are you? This is Diane’s suggestion, isn't it? I can't believe this is happening.

Jack: In case you haven't noticed, this home hasn't exactly been the warm, nurturing environment a child deserves.

Phyllis: You're acting like we duke it out in front of him.

Jack: Do you honestly think he's not affected by all the tension around here?

Phyllis: We're under a lot of pressure with our jobs, Jack.

Jack: Yeah, I would agree with that. You're working as many hours as I am. Hell, sometimes more.

Phyllis: And Diane isn't? Is that what you're telling me?

Jack: I am telling you Diane is better able to be there for Kyle right now.

Phyllis: Okay, did you not see us at the table just now? Did you not see how happy he was?

Jack: It was wonderful. For what, 15 minutes of your day? Face it, between your work and playing trombone on the "Victor Newman’s a great guy marching band"--

Phyllis: Oh, wait a second, wait a second, wait a second, wait a second. I can't believe you'd stoop this low.

Jack: What do you mean?

Phyllis: You're doing this to try to get me to leave Newman Enterprises. You're waving Diane in my face again, aren't you?

Jack: This isn't about you, Phyllis. It's about what's best for Kyle.

Phyllis: So what's best for Kyle living with Diane? Are you kidding me? Are you nuts? The woman should be in prison. She is a criminal, Jack. The only reason she isn't in prison is because we made a deal with her to get custody of your son, and you' just gonna hand him off to Diane?

Jack: Diane loves Kyle, and you know that.

Phyllis: She is an arsonist, Jack. Oh, that's a great influence on your son, isn't it? Have you forgotten what she did to me? Have you forgotten who she is?

Jack: Slow down, just slow down.

Phyllis: But that doesn't really seem to matter to you, because it's bad enough you'd use me, but you're using your own son-- this innocent little boy! I don't even know you anymore! You make me sick!

Jack: I am not using my son. I am trying to do what is best for him, and this is merely a temporary situation.

Phyllis: If you give your son to Diane, you will never get him back.

Jack: I'm sorry. I am. I couldn't be more sorry. We have a mess here, and my son is in the middle of it. It's because of your job, Phyllis. You won't leave your job. It is killing me. It is killing us.

Phyllis: No, don't let it kill you.

Jack: How can I not? You're working for the man who is trying to bring my family down, who is trying to destroy everything my father spent a lifetime building. I know you don't want to believe that Victor Newman has done anything to attack us personally. He has. I know he has.

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Raul: I'm sorry, okay? It's just a little easier said than done, you know?

J.T.: So how's it work?

Raul: What, stress and diabetes?

J.T.: Yeah, explain it to me.

Raul: Well, when you freak out about whatever, your blood sugar does weird things, okay? It could shoot way high up, or it could bottom out, just swinging all over the place.

J.T.: That's scary as hell.

Raul: Yeah, it's called being brittle, unstable. Like last night, I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and then I was stressing out about Brittany all day, so when we got into that huge fight, my blood sugar dropped way down into the pits, and, well, I passed out. And then she gave me that glucose, plus I ate something, and now this morning my blood sugar is sky-high, which just stresses me out even more.

J.T.: Man, you can't live like this. It's not healthy. There's got to be something you can do.

Raul: Well, the doctor says that I should learn how to meditate or take some stress management classes.

J.T.: Okay, there you go. Sign up, do it.

Raul: Listen, if Brittany would just quit her stupid job--

J.T.: No, come on. Raul, stop, okay? That's not the answer.

Raul: What are you, some kind of stress expert all of a sudden?

J.T.: I'm smart enough to know this has to come from you. Raul, you gotta change your attitude, man, control your own deal. You can't go pinning this on somebody else. You just gotta make up your mind and be mellow about Brittany, about your blood sugar, about all of it. Anyway, man, look, I've got to go, all right? You've heard enough from me, but just think about what I said, okay?

Raul: I'll see you, man.

J.T.: All right.

Raul: Mellow.

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Bobby: You know, I know you don't like me talking about him, but I know it's the boyfriend. Or isn't he your ex-boyfriend?

Brittany: Whatever. This isn't really your business.

Bobby: Oh, like hell it isn’t. This kid wants to own you. He wants to own your body so nobody else can see it. He wants to run your life. Next thing you know, he's gonna lock you up and have you in a cage.

Brittany: Stop it, Bobby, it's more than that. Do you know anything about diabetes?

Bobby: Enough to know that I wouldn't want it. Why?

Brittany: Raul is a diabetic.

Bobby: So?

Brittany: So we got into an argument last night. He had an insulin reaction.

Bobby: All right, so what are we talking here-- a little seizure?

Brittany: No, he passes out. It's terrifying.

Bobby: All right, sounds rough.

Brittany: I felt awful, seeing him like that.

Bobby: All right, then what, you're blaming yourself?

Brittany: Raul's not eating right; he's not taking care of himself.

Bobby: Okay, so like I said, that's your fault?

Brittany: Well, this whole situation with me is stressing him out, and stress is the last thing a diabetic needs.

Bobby: So you're gonna quit your job, and then he'll be cured?

Brittany: No, of course not, but at least he might start taking better care of himself. I mean, diabetes is a really serious disease. I just feel I have to do this for him.

Bobby: So you're gonna give up a job that you love? Look, I'm sorry the kid's got diabetes, but it's not your fault that he stresses out over you and gets himself in trouble. And you know what? How do you know that he's just not using this insulin reaction thing just to get sympathy?

Brittany: No way, Bobby, never. Raul would never do something like that.

Bobby: Okay, so what are you gonna do? Become his personal nursemaid? Give up all of your dreams so that you can just take care of Raulie-boy and be miserable? Listen, all I know is I wouldn't want my girlfriend or anybody taking responsibility for my health problems.

Brittany: I'm sorry, Bobby. I'm still not dancing tonight. Well, I hope your big reopening goes great.

Bobby: Yeah, we wouldn't be having a reopening if it wasn't for that ex-boyfriend of yours.

Brittany: Well, like you said, it'll probably be good for business.

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Jack: I hate this. It's killing me. I hate what this is doing to us. I hate sending my son away. I can't have my son living in the middle of battlefield.

Phyllis: You think I don't know that you're trying to punish me?

Jack: How, by punishing myself at the same time? You have any idea how much I'm gonna miss him?

Phyllis: And I'm gonna be the one to blame, right?

Jack: No, not you, your job, working for the devil. Tell me something, what would it take to get you to leave Newman Enterprises?

Phyllis: What would it take?

Jack: I don't know. I've tried everything.

Phyllis: What would it take?

Jack: I've tried to convince you shouldn't be there. I mean, I've begged, I've pleaded.

Phyllis: Oh, Jack, please, stop, stop, stop.

Jack: None of that works. None of that... well, what does it take? Is it something more than words? A bribe maybe?

Phyllis: A bribe?

Jack: Yeah, a bribe.

Phyllis: Bribe me for what? To abandon my job at Newman Enterprises and join forces with you, stand by your side? After everything that's happened, why would I want to do that? Why would you?

Phyllis: If you're trying to send me a message, it's coming through loud and clear. You don't want me in your life anymore.

Jack: I don't want you in my life anymore?

Jack: You're wrong. You are so wrong.

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Raul: You're back.

Brittany: I told you I wouldn't be long.

Raul: So what was the big, important reason you had to rush on outta here?

Brittany: Bobby wanted to see me.

Raul: Yeah, I bet he did.

Brittany: Raul, don't get yourself in an uproar.

Raul: Damn it, Brittany, how the hell do you expect me to stay calm when this guy is working you every single chance he gets? What the hell is it gonna take for you to open your eyes? Or you know what? Maybe the answer is I should open my eyes...

Brittany: Raul...

Raul: And take--

Brittany: Stop it. I mean it. There's no reason for you to get upset, not anymore.

Raul: Meaning what?

Brittany: Meaning I won't be going back to Marsino's, not tonight. Maybe not ever.

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Man: Thank you, Christine I hope you don't mind doing a little business at home.

Chris: Not at all. This is gonna take a little getting used to.

Man: I know. Look, you're used to seeing me as the bad guy.

Chris: No, not the bad guy. The worthy opposition.

Man: Uh-huh. Well, if I ever get into defense work, well, we'll do battle again, hmm?

Chris: I doubt that'll happen. You've been our district attorney for how long?

Man: Oh, I hate to think. Look, Christine, the reason I came by is I'm in court all day. I need you to take a look at this as soon as possible.

Chris: All right, let's see it.

Man: It was originally a federal case--mail fraud. The feds are up to their eyebrows, and Frank Becker came to me and asked that we might take it on.

Chris: As if we're not busy enough?

Man: Well, it doesn't hurt to help out the big guys once in awhile.

Chris: No, of course not. Okay, so this is my first case as a prosecutor.

Man: It's a pretty big one, Christine. I know you're up to this.

Chris: Wait a minute. This is Victor Newman.

Man: Yeah. He's one of the named coconspirators. Commercial bribery and conspiracy to commit.

Chris: Oh, my God. Who else?

Man: So far, only one-- Michael Baldwin.

Chris: Michael?

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Woman: Here we are. This is Mr. Miller's room.

Victor: Does he know that he has visitors?

Woman: I didn't tell him. He says he doesn't want any.

Victor: Albert Miller is my father.

Woman: Your father? Mr. Miller told us he had no family.

Victor: Perhaps he has forgotten.

Woman: I don't know if you're aware of his prognosis.

Victor: I am.

Woman: Is there anything else I could do for you?

Victor: You've been very kind, thank you.

Woman: I'm glad you've come. People shouldn't be abandoned, especially not...

Victor: No one should be abandoned.

Woman: I hope you have a pleasant visit...

Victor: Thank you.

Woman: With your father.

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