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Kay: All right, everybody.

Jill: This one. This one. This one. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kay: Get ready to make some noise.

Jill: Okay, good. All right. See if this works.

(Voices overlapping)

Esther: Next year, we should keep Delia up.

Jill: Yeah, Delia may have to keep us up next year.

Chloe: Yeah.

Kay: Speak for yourself, Grandma.

Jill: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Murphy: 2010 comin' at you in a heartbeat. I'll go get some drinks to celebrate.

Jill: I'm gonna join you.

Esther: Me, too.

Chloe: (Laughs)

Chance: Cute.

Chloe: Why are you lookin' at me like that?

Chance: Like what? Like this? Why am I looking at you like this? Like I'm, uh... I'm gonna kiss you right now?

Chloe: I think we're supposed to wait till midnight.

Chance: Ten... nine... four... three...

Chloe: (Giggles)

Chance: Two... one.

Traci: Engaged? Oh, Jack! I am so happy for you both.

Jack: Oh, thanks, Traci. I'll pass that on to Emily. She's in the kitchen now breaking out the champagne.

Traci: Ah, well, have a glass for Steve and me.

Jack: Listen, I'm sorry we didn't have more time together at Christmas, but I hope you know after the year you've had, if there's anything I can do, anything at all--

Traci: Oh, well, hearing you this happy really helps. And I'll come and see your smile again myself soon. I promise.

Jack: And we'll find some way to put a smile on your face, too. Honestly, 2010 is gonna be a great year. I can feel it.

Kevin: Okay, guys, you want a, uh, blower thingy or a-- or a cranker deal? Okay, cool. Hey, Victoria, you want a, uh, a-a blower thingy or a cranker deal?

Victoria: Uh... (Sighs) The thingy.

Kevin: Cool. Take one for J.T. Hey, he's cuttin' it close. It's gettin' pretty late.

Victoria: Actually, he's working.

Kevin: Tonight? Wow, the guy's a machine. Hey, guys, a blower thingy or a cranker deal?

Man: Ooh.

Billy: (Slurring) See this watch? You see what time it is? Know what that means? That means it's a fresh start. That's right. That means it's out with the old and it's, uh... (Clears throat) Hey, uh, are those new? I-I wasn't there for that. I-I didn't get to see-- he--where--where you goin'? It's... hey! You, another round for all my friends, please.

Cane: Billy, I can serve your friends, but you're cut off, my man. (Clicks tongue)

Billy: Oh, come on, you fuzzy Aussie. I haven't begun to hit my limit.

Mac: You're drunk, Billy.

Cane: (Chuckles)

Mac: Half on scotch, half on attention.

Billy: Now see? There you go. I'm not a lush. I'm just an attention whore.

Cane: All right, Billy, I can cut you off the booze, but, you know, the rest--

Billy: Hey, whatever, man. I-I-I don't even understand you anyway. Just--whatever. But to all my friends on this happy, happy New Year, may all your dreams come true, man. That's all I have to say. What? Whoa. Look who still cares.

Mac: You really need another party?

Billy: (Sighs) One always needs another party, my dear. Everyone except for you. Hangin' out with a bunch of drunks in your condition. (Tsks) This really how you gonna treat your baby-mama? Hmm?

Cane: Come on, Buddy. Let's pour you in a cab. Come on.

Billy: Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh. Get your hands off of me. I'm gonna hoof it.

Mac: It's freezing out there.

Billy: Yeah, well, it's... (Makes sizzling sound) Certainly a hot slice of hell in here. Hey, don't forget me. (Laughs) (Chuckles) Well, happy freakin' new year, man. (Chuckles) Oh. (Laughs) (Sniffles) (Slurring) Take it easy, Billy. (Sighs) (Chuckles) Aah! (Laughs) (Coughs) (Sighs) Look at all the little snowflakes. Three... two... one. (Glass shatters)

Billy: (Groans) Delia. I'm sorry. I broke it. I broke it. It's okay. Daddy gonna fix it.

John: Don't bother. Can't undo a disaster.

Billy: (Clears throat) Dad?

John: Call me "Father time."

Billy: What?

John: Well, it looks like, uh, I'm your date for New Year’s. Lucky you.

Billy: That transportation thing you do, that's pretty slick. Now, okay, Father Time. Looks like you want to play some games, huh? All right, that's fine. But first things first. You do not mess with a man's drunk. My buzz is gone. I worked hard for it. Now I want it back. Give it to me.

John: Oh, no, no. No, I want you sober for this journey.

Billy: Oh, yes, this journey. Okay, Dad, I've seen enough movies to know what you're doing here. You're gonna take me to see New Year's Eves past, present and yet to come, right? Well, we don't really need to do this, do we?

John: And why is that?

Billy: Because I'll cut to the chase. I'll promise to be a good little boy, and I'll never do any of these things again, and you can take the night off, and I can haul ass back to that party that I'm late for.

John: You know, you really think you know everything, don't you, smart-ass? Well, you're wrong. Now you and I are going to look at the future and one New Year’s Eve.

Billy: Okay. Well, this is the future of "Restless Style." Look at us. We have gotten big, haven't we? I mean, look. We--we have awards and everything.

John: Oh, and ad sales, but not journalistic integrity.

Billy: Oh, whatever.

John: Listen, you dug up any garbage you could on people.

Billy: Yep. And the public wants more.

John: Well, the William Randolph Hearst of your day.

Billy: "Citizen Abbott." Dad, you have to admit that your little baby boy is a genius.

John: Mm-hmm.

Billy: Mm-hmm. I mean, come on. Look at this. I even spoof on myself. Look how fair I am. I mean, I have to thank you. Seriously. I mean, I-I knew. I knew. I knew. I kept telling them that I had a vision, and I knew what I was doin'.

John: Oh, you had a vision all right. You peddled garbage.

Billy: Yeah, but I tell you what. To know that I was right, it just makes me giddy.

John: (Chuckles) Well, now we'll see if you're going to be laughing when all of this is over.

Billy: (Clears throat)

Children: (Laughing)

Billy: This is my future? A rug rat parade?

John: Shut up and watch, will you?

Lily: Okay, guys, we're gonna cut the cake soon!

Billy: Wow, Lily looks great.

Children: (Laughing)

Billy: Healthy. Is she, uh--?

John: Yeah, cancer-free for over six years.

Billy: That's awesome. She kicked cancer. She's got her own hair, and I guess, uh, one of these, um...

John: "Rug rats"? Hers as well.

Billy: Okay, well, judging by the sizes, I guess we're what? Seven years in the future? Yeah? All right, cool. Then so Lily's healthy. That's good to know. Things are great. Where do we go to next? Ten years? Huh? Where are we going?

John: Well... (Sighs) Since I'm aware of your attention span, I'm might go ten. I might go five. We're gonna keep it interesting, but not yet.

Mac: You want to give them cake now 'cause they haven't had enough sugar?

Lily: (Laughs) Well...

Cane: (Roars) Oh, we all know it is the most important food group. Hey, guys. Come here, beautiful. Mm-hmm. Mwah.

Billy: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, there. I see a wedding ring. Did we--we made it? We got married? Me and Mac got married. Is that why we're here?

John: What makes you think you put that ring on her finger?

Billy: Well, I if I didn't, who did? Raul? Some new guy?

Mac: Come here and give mama a hug.

Mac: Hi.

Boy: Hi.

Mac: Are you having fun?

Boy: Mm-hmm.

Billy: It's not my wife, not my kid, huh?

John: No and no.

Mac: (Chuckles)

Billy: Not a chance. Say, look. I'm drunk. At least, I was. And you--well, you're, um, not amongst the living.

John: No.

Billy: So neither one of us are that reliable, and there's not a single reason to buy into any of this. So, uh, you know, I'm not really gonna take the "Mac is married to somebody else thing" as gospel. No offense to you, okay?

John: No offense taken.

Lily: So did we ask for this?

Cane: What? A party?

Lily: A family.

Cane: You know, it's the best decision we ever made.

Lily: (Sighs) I know. And without Mac... (Sighs)

Cane: Oh, baby, you cry every year.

Lily: I know. (Laughs)

Cane: (Laughs)

Lily: Oh, why break tradition, right? (Laughs)

Cane: Mm.

Lily: I mean, she just gave us so much, you know? And what she gave up-- (Sighs)

Cane: I love you. I love you.

Billy: Me. That's what she gave up.

Lily: All right, let's put these on here.

Cane: All right.

Lily: I can't believe our little baby is 6 already.

Billy: That's okay.

Cane: I can't believe...

Billy: It's gonna work out in the end because that's...

Lily: I know.

Billy: Gonna be my ring, my kid and my wife.

Mac: I'll go turn down the lights.

Lily: Okay.

Mac: Cake! We're doing cake. Here, you want to sit back? They're doing the cake.

John: Feeling left out?

Billy: Yeah, I really want icing on my Armani. Look, if we're gonna do the kid thing, can we at least go to mine?

John: All right, if that's what you want.

Billy: That's what I want. Let's go.

Lily: All right, here we go!

Children: Happy birthday! Happy birthday!

Lily: Whoo!

Cane: We gotta-- wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Lily: Look at that beautiful cake.

Cane: All right, everybody. One, two, three. (Laughter)

Children: Yay!

Lily: Yay!

Billy: Aw, Dee Dee. Just look at her.

Chance: That was a good, good job.

Chloe: Yes. Just as pretty as your curtsey on stage.

Esther: She was the best. Wasn't she just the best? You were the best.

Chloe: Of course she was the best.

Jill: Oh, good Lord, Esther. You do dither when you dote.

Kay: Well, uh, you did elbow that other grandmother so you could get closer to the stage. (Laughs)

Esther: (Laughs)

Jill: Well, her granddaughter had no talent. She had no right to be there.

Kay: Oh, oh, I see.

Billy: That's my mom.

Murphy: Video is all ready. I'll go set it up in the media room.

Billy: Okay, so... where am I?

John: Well, now "Restless Style" didn't get big just by torturing strangers.

Billy: You're telling me I exploited my own family?

John: You went against Jack on the Patty thing and hit the jackpot. Just got easier.

Billy: (Sighs) Well, so they excommunicated me.

John: No. You excommunicated yourself.

Chloe: Okay, sit down here.

Chance: Got that?

Chloe: Yep. I'll take that.

Billy: Dee Dee's a great kid.

John: Mm-hmm.

Billy: I bet I get her the other half of the week.

John: (Scoffs)

Billy: Have I taken her to New York yet? Yeah, I have, haven't I? That's gonna be our thing. I'm gonna take my little girl to my city. So if you expect me to get all weepy because I'm not hanging out with "The Stalker" and the, uh, virgin Boy Scout over there, well, you can--

Esther: Delia, guess what? I made cupcakes-- chocolate with chocolate frosting. Your very favorite.

Billy: That's because they're my favorite. You know that, Ess. She knows that, Dad.

John: Mm-hmm.

Chance: Now if I remember correctly, I think Delia here said that she didn't want her cupcake, which means I get two.

Esther: Oh. Oh.

Chloe: Oh, really? Is that true? You don't want a cupcake?

Cordelia: I do, too.

John: Chance is good with her.

Billy: Yeah. You're just tryin' to push my buttons, aren't you, Dad? First with Mac and the ring, and now Delia with "Little Philly" over there. Well, listen to me, Dad. I am not the selfish bastard that Jack and you and everybody else thinks I am, okay? I can be happy for Mac. I can be damn proud of my daughter. I just have a demanding career. That's all.

John: And what is it Mac said? "Half drunk on scotch, half drunk on attention."

Billy: Well, Pop, I am a people person.

John: Oh, particularly if the people are strangers.

Billy: Well, you know, there's a funny thing about that. You know, strangers--they're just friends you haven't met yet.

John: Oh, clever.

Billy: Mm-hmm. I read that on a pillow. Now come on. Let's get out of here. Where are we gonna go? Ten years forward? Ten years back?

John: Forward.

Billy: Forward? All right, let's go. This is a piece of cake. (Claps hands)

John: (Sighs)

Jack: Its champagne, Traci. You don't pull the cork.

Traci: (Chuckles)

Jack: You twist the bottle.

Ashley: Oh, please, let me.

Traci: I'm sorry.

Billy: Wait a minute. Its tonight, and Traci's back? Oh, this is great. I thought we were in for more of "Billy's crummy future." You--you were playing tricks on me, you sly dog. (Laughs) (Claps hands) All right now.

 (Voices overlapping)

Billy: All right, guys, where's my glass? Hey, guys, come on.

Traci: Yum.

Billy: Hey, what's with the, uh... and the, uh... when is this?

John: 13 years into the future. And, no, they can't hear or see you.

Traci: All right, to a wonderful new year.

Jack: Yes.

Ashley: No, wait a second. How can you possibly say that when my baby's gonna be a freshman in high school this coming fall?

Jack: (Chuckles)

Traci: Oh.

Ashley: Doesn't it seem like yesterday? I mean, really? Faith was put in my arms? Doesn't it? Oh.

Traci: Yes, yes, and Colleen.

Ashley: Oh.

Billy: CeeCee.

Jack: She would be so proud of Abby, her little sister.

Ashley: Not so little anymore with that executive title and those power suits she's wearing all the time.

Traci: (Chuckles)

Billy: Abby? Executive what? Eye roller? Come on.

Jack: One day, when she tires of Paris and Milan, I'm telling you sh--

Ashley: No, no.

Traci: Oh, here we go.

Ashley: You're not-- don't start. (Laughs)

Jack: She will come back to Jabot. It's in her blood.

Traci: (Laughs)

Billy: He did it, didn't he? He got Jabot back.

Ashley: You know what?

Billy: You know, he did that for you.

John: Mm-hmm.

Ashley: I think you and I can handle Jabot just fine. Let Abby have her space.

Jack: She can have space at Jabot.

Traci: (Laughs)

Billy: He didn't ask me back, did he?

Ashley: He never changes.

John: Obviously, it didn't occur to him.

Billy: Hey, Jackie, how long can some guy hold a grudge, huh?

Ashley: I mean, honestly, he never changes.

(Voices overlapping)

Billy: It's okay. It's okay. You know, I've--I've-- I've got the magazine. Maybe I'll buy another one. Hey, maybe I'll go into TV.

Ashley: You know what? Maybe what you could do is lure Delia when she's a little bit older.

Jack: (Laughs)

Ashley: You know, wouldn't Billy just love that?

Billy: Well, see? There you go. I-I got a mention.

Traci: I think Billy would love that.

Ashley: (Groans)

Jack: Billy left Jabot, not the other way around. I told him when he bought "Restless Style" it was the biggest mistake of his life.

Billy: Yeah, yeah, because my raging success is killing me. You know, I don't begrudge them their wins. The least they could do is return the favor.

Jack: Listen to me. Billy made a decision. It's like my little brother died the day he took over that magazine.

Traci: Well, I-I still wish he was here with us instead of where he is.

Billy: It just takes a phone call. You could try it anytime.

Jack: Wherever he is, I guarantee you he's comfortable, and up to his eyeballs in God knows how many vices.

Ashley: Jack's right. If Billy was here, he'd be blowing in and blowing out with some new piece of arm candy and some new victim that he's gonna skewer in the press, right?

Traci: I-I'm sure you're right. I-I just wish--

Jack: Hey, we all do. Come on.

Billy: All right, look. I get it. I'm a skirt-chasing jackass and everybody's fine without me. I get it. That's just great, guys.

John: And are you okay with that?

Billy: Hey, look, I could be the bigger man, right? And I could let it go.

John: Mm-hmm.

Billy: You hear that, guys? I love you no matter what.

(Horn squawks)

John: Well, you sound like you mean that.

Billy: You know what, Dad? I've got an idea. How about after this, you grab Jackie boy, and you cart him all the way around town, and you show him the meaning of forgiveness. I mean, it's a little juvenile, don't you think? Holding onto a grudge this long? This is ridiculous.

John: (Sighs)

Jack: On to better thoughts. Glasses ready?

Traci: Oh! Oh!

Ashley: We almost missed it.

Traci: Okay, ten...

All: Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three...

Billy: Fisher? In my magazine? Oh, hell no.

Nick: Did you hear that ovation?

Victoria: That was for you.

Kevin: No, no, it was for us. You guys got control back of "Restless Style."

Victoria: Oh.

Nick: But you turned it around.

Kevin: (Scoffs) Hey, can you send us these? I'd like to put one on the editorial page.

Victoria: That's a good idea.

Kevin: Yeah.

Victoria: (Chuckles)

Billy: What in the hell is this? You couldn't get a rise out of me before? You had to go straight for the jugular? Kevin "The Chipmunk" Fisher is gonna destroy the sanctity of "Restless Style" in what, ten years?

John: Mm, more like five.

Billy: That soon?

Nick: You know, we should run the speech from the presentation how "Restless Style" went from tabloid trash to...

Victoria: Upscale fashion with edgy profiles and an altruistic bent.

Billy: P.C. fluffy crap. You guys make me sick.

Victoria: You know, I have to admit, I've wanted this place from the second Billy gutted our family in print.

Nick: Mm.

Kevin: Well, I tell you. It didn't suck dismantling his empire after years of dealing with his crappy attitude.

Billy: What does "Captain Coffee Cakes" know about running a magazine?

John: What did you know about it when you took it over?

Billy: Unh. Unh.

Victoria: I hope Billy knows exactly how successful this place is without all of his slime.

Nick: Probably keeps a list of new people to slash-- couldn't believe he didn't use 'em.

Billy: I tell you what. You tell me that I made a bundle selling to them, like, "Built my own Xanadu" bundle, like, far away from these tools.

John: Mm-hmm. And you never gave that a second thought, did you?

Billy: Oh, really? Well, that type of money. Well, then it was nice doing business with you, Suckers. Wait, whoa. Mac can't work here. Not after what she knows this place means to me.

John: No, Mac, is not an employee.

Mac: Sorry. I had to change my shoes after dinner.

Kevin: Oh, but those heels were so sexy.

Billy: Watch your mouth, "Kevey."

Mac: Did you get shots?

Kevin: Mm-hmm.

Victoria: Yeah, your husband is a rock star. (Laughter)

Billy: What--what husband? What, the photographer? I thought he was a little, you know?

Mac: You didn't have to tell me that--my media mogul.

Kevin: Mm.

Billy: Are you high? Am I high?!

Mac: (Chuckles) I always knew this magazine could be something honest and real.

Kevin: Well, it's all because of you, my sexy...

Mac: (Laughs)

Kevin: Beautiful muse.

Billy: You know, it takes a real sick man to mess with his kid's head.

Mac: I love you.

Kevin: I love you. Mm.

Billy: Get out of my way. Okay, what the hell was that, Dad, huh? Why don't you just drop me in the middle of their honeymoon? You can give me a heart attack. Would you like that? Would that be fun for you?

John: We're moving on.

Billy: Okay, fine. When's this?

John: Down the road a piece. But this is about as far as we're going to go.

Jill: You know, he knew this was a Chancellor meeting.

Kay: Oh, uh, Darling, relax. Your son has so many things on his plate. Now relax. Relax.

Jill: So many things.

Billy: There are my girls. Now do I wait for "Future me" to come in, or do I just sit down? You know what? I'm gonna sit down.

Jill: Oh, here he comes now.

Billy: Oh, you see me! Perfect! Hi.

Cane: Ladies, I am sorry.

Kay: (Chuckles) Oh, yes.

Cane: Sorry that I am late.

Billy: Absolute bull.

Jill: Mm, hi, Baby.

Kay: (Sighs)

Cane: So tell me. How was that fishing trip?

Jill: Oh, fishing, please. She hung out at the spa all day. Poor Murphy did the fishing.

Kay: Oh, come on. What is retirement for? Come on. Come on.

Jill: (Chuckles)

Cane: All right, now you said this was, uh, urgent business, so tell me.

Billy: (Clears throat)

Cane: What's up?

Billy: Whoa! Are you outta your mind?

Jill: The thing is, I am sick and tired of watching this one slack off.

Cane: Oh.

Kay: Mm, and you have been her right-hand man for all these years.

Jill: It's time. I am ready. It's your turn to take over Chancellor Industries.

Kay: Mm-hmm.

Billy: Oh, you can't be serious.

Jill: (Chuckles)

Cane: Are you serious?

Kay: Well, come on. She's earned the right to retire, but it--it needs a Chancellor to be in charge.

Billy: Which he's not!

Cane: Oh, you know we have one small detail which--

Jill: Stop that. Blood or no blood, you are my son.

Billy: I'm your son, Lady.

Cane: Are you sure you want to retire? I know how much you love the power.

Jill: (Laughs) I'm gonna love watching you take Chancellor into the future.

Kay: Uh, don't be stubborn. Don't be stubborn.

Cane: (Sighs)

Kay: Cane, I mean, uh, you know, she will fight for this.

Billy: Oh, this is absolutely crazy. You want your son to be in charge of Chancellor? Well, you put me in charge of Chancellor, 'cause I'm your son.

John: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, news flash-- she can't hear you.

Billy: Well, I tell you what. What's my phone number in the future, because I need to call us and get our asses over here.

John: Unh, unh, unh, unh, that is not part of the deal.

Billy: Well, screw the deal, Dad.

John: Ooh, not so cool and calm now, now that you know they want you.

Cane: Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Kay: (Laughs)

Cane: Oh, yes, I'm thrilled.

Jill: Yes, yes, yes.

Cane: Thrilled. Thank you.

Jill: Mm.

Billy: This is absolutely insane.

Cane: Thank you.

Kay: It has been a wonderful, wonderful week.

Jill: Well, I don't know about that. I am out of a job, after all.

Kay: (Laughs) But Cordelia is walking down the aisle.

Jill: Oh, yes.

Billy: Wait, what? My kid? My Cordelia? My kid's getting married? Well, do your thing, man. Hop to it. Let's get there. I gotta see this. Come on, let's go!

Kay: I'm allergic to flowers. That's why she can't...

Jill: Oh, damn it, I should have invited the Vaughn’s.

Cane: Mom, it's a wedding. It's not a merger. Don't worry.

Jill: Oh.

Kay: (Chuckles)

Cane: Chancellor's fine.

Jill: Oh, I should have--

Billy: Oh, have I mentioned just how much fun I'm having now? This is--

Jill: Oh, ho!

Kay: My dear, my dear.

Jill: Look at you.

Lily: Oh, wow.

Kay: You look marvelous, Chloe.

Chloe: Thank you. Thank you. Hi. Mwah.

Billy: And now I know you're absolutely full of--

Chance: Lucky your daughter loves you. Otherwise she would hate you for stealing her thunder today. You look fantastic.

Chloe: Thank you.

Chance: Oh.

Chloe: Please. My daughter is gorgeous. She has my hair and my eyes.

Jill: Mm, that smile.

Lily: Yes, she is a heartbreaker, Chloe.

Jill: Mm-hmm.

Billy: They mean my smile. They just didn't say it.

Chloe: Well, my mother is just finishing up her hair. And, uh, Delia is retouching her own makeup.

Jill: Oh, that woman has not stopped blubbering since the rehearsal dinner.

Kay: Do you know what? I dare you to, um, stay dry-eyed during the ceremony. And, uh, I can make it interesting if you want. Let's say, um, a house for the kids.

Jill: Whoa!

Chloe: (Chuckles)

Lily: (Laughs)

Jill: You are on, old lady.

Kay: Really?

Jill: Yes.

Kay: Okay, you're on.

Jill: Okay.

Kay: All right.

Jill: Oh!

Chloe: Wow.

Billy: This is the little girl that I held at the cabin?

Jill: Oh, look at you.

Chloe: My baby.

Cordelia: Mom.

Chloe: No, you're my baby. And trust me. Trust me. You can be cool and cynical now, but when you're all grown up and you see your kid, you're gonna cry, too, because this-- this is how I picture you.

Cordelia: Okay, that needs to go into a drawer before the guests get here. (Laughter)

Kay: Oh, that's precious.

Cane: Looks like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?

Kay: Uh, speaking of lifetimes, allow me to start you off with something very old.

Chloe: (Gasps)

Esther: Oh!

Cordelia: They're gorgeous.

Jill: They're worth twice your college education.

Kay: Jill.

Jill: (Laughs) Now remember what she said. These are not "Borrowed." Those are "Old," okay? So if she asks for them back, don't give 'em to her.

Cane: (Laughs)

Cordelia: (Laughs)

Esther: I already gave her the "Borrowed." She's wearing my locket with Chloe's baby picture in it.

Nina: Oh, Esther, you should have given her the "Blue"-- that God-awful uniform you insist on wearing.

Kay: Jill!

Billy: Listen to how they riff on each other. This is great.

Jill: It's a horrible, horrible uniform.

John: After all those years of being together, they're for each other.

Lily: And excuse me. I will jump in with the "New."

Kay: Oh.

Lily: There's a valentine heart for your middle name and your birthday.

Cordelia: (Chuckles) You were there, weren't you? When I was born.

Cane: Um, we both were.

Cordelia: My dad, too. He was there for that, but not for this.

Billy: W-wait. What--what is this? Okay, I-I would-- I would be here, okay? I would crash this. Even if they didn't want me here, I would crash it.

Cordelia: He did have a choice, Mom, and he made it. It didn't involve sticking around to be with me.

Kay: Darling, why don't, um, why don't you try on the earrings, hmm?

Billy: This doesn't make any sense. I'm not a great dad, but I love my kid. I wouldn't just ditch her.

John: Wasn't it your brother who said that you were "A loveable screw-up who became a screw-up"?

Billy: Yeah, something like that. Thank you for reminding me.

John: Well, he was right, and sadly, it's gotten worse.

Jill: Billy should be here. I'm not gonna argue that. But we're all here for you.

Chance: And we always will be.

Billy: Yeah, I'm outta here.

Billy: (Sighs)

John: That's right, run away like you always do.

Billy: What the hell do you want from me, man?

John: I want you to stop turning your back on the people who care about you.

Cordelia: I finally picked the music.

Chance: For what?

Cordelia: For the father of the bride dance.

Billy: With him? No. Dad, why are you doing this to me?

Chance: Are you sure about this? Your mother says I have no rhythm at all.

Cordelia: We still have time to practice.

Chance: Delia, the ceremony begins in--

Cordelia: Here, come on. I picked a waltz. It'll be easy.

Chance: (Sighs) Fine.

Cordelia: (Chuckles) One, two, three.

Together: One, two, three.

Chance: Ouch. Oh, watch your toes. (Chuckles)

Cordelia: (Laughs) Watch my dress.

Chance: I know. I'm sorry. I am sorry.

Cordelia: (Chuckles)

Chance: Look, I am sorry about your dad. This should be his dance.

Cordelia: Dads stick around. It's your dance.

Billy: Delia, I'm sorry. I'm gonna make this up to you. I promise there's time.

John: Is there?

Billy: If you're not gonna let me leave, will you help me talk to my daughter? You want me to beg you? Fine. (Voice breaking) Dad, I'm begging you. Will you help me fix this? (Sniffles) Just help me fix this.

Billy: Chloe.

Chloe: (Sighs) Billy.

Billy: You can hear me.

Chloe: (Scoffs) You're such a jerk.

Billy: Yeah, I know.

Chloe: (Sighs)

Billy: I know.

Chloe: I told you. I told you the only reason why I said that Cane was the father was because I knew I couldn't count on you. I never wanted our daughter to think that her father didn't want her. And for a while there, it was like you actually loved her... more than you loved yourself, I mean.

Billy: I did. I do.

Chloe: And how funny. Look, here we are. The most important day of her life, and she's aching because you're not here.

Billy: It's my fault. I know that. I know that now. Just listen to me, Chloe. I don't know how much time I have, so you go get Delia. You go get our little girl, okay? I... I just want to tell her that I love her. And if she can't hear me, then you tell her for me. Help me make this up to her.

Chloe: You broke our little girl's heart. And for that, I will never forgive you.

Billy: No, Chloe, come on. Just stop for a... Dad, can you stop her?

John: You're just a memory to her-- a bad one. That's all you'll be.

Billy: Come on. No, all right? No. No! I--what are you doing, huh? What is it that you're doing, old man? Is this your idea of tough love? Well, knock it off, okay? Just--Dad, I'm sorry. Just take me back, okay? If you take me back, I will talk to Chloe. I can get through to her. I can always get through to her. Just take me back.

John: She's done with you.

Billy: This is your granddaughter. How is it that you don't care?

John: Oh, Billy, you've had years to step up. No, but instead, you--

Billy: Yes. Yes. I know what you're gonna say. Instead, I decided to be a success. I wanted to make lots of money. Yeah, that's right. So what? Who cares? So did you. So did every Chancellor and every Abbott ever born. You had Jabot. I made "Restless Style." And it became a huge success, but so why don't you just act like a father for once and give me credit! I did what you wanted me to do!

John: Jabot is not about money. It's about family. Your brother and sister understand that, but you, no, instead--

Billy: Fine. Fine. Fine. Good. Is this--is this where I say that I'll be good? I'll be good. I promise you. I'll be good.

John: It's too late.

Billy: I want my family.

John: You have me.

Billy: Yeah, but you're gone.

John: That I am. But then again...

John: So are you.

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