Robin: [Clears throat] Hi. It's me again. So today was interesting. Um, humbling. Ok, here's the thing. I started this blog to reach out to other mothers-to-be. You know, I wanted this to be a safe place to be honest and support each other and, sure, maybe even vent a little bit. I really love reading all of your posts and everything that you bring to the discussion, all of your passion and your anxiety. And, sure, you know, maybe I got a little full of myself because I'm the one that started the blog. But today everything changed. I, um, I read some really nasty posts. At first I told myself that it was all lies or that people were projecting their problems onto me, but then I thought, I don't know. Maybe -- maybe they're seeing something about me that I don't. It's hard to not be smug or self-righteous when you find yourself the bearer of the greatest miracle on God's green earth. So, with that being said, maybe I was a little bit too hard on the father of my baby. I wasn't trying to shut him out. I mean -- well, ok, at first I did. But then -- but then we got through that. I mean, now we're practically a couple. But, see, I keep coming back to the fact that I was the one that wanted to have this baby, and therefore I cannot lean on the father of this child because I made --

[Knocking on door]

Robin: A commitment -- [Softly] Hold on a second. [Yelling] I'm busy right now.

Patrick: Robin, are you blogging again?

Robin: All right, I guess we'll have to finish this later.

Robin: I can't wait to see how this plays out on the internet. They probably all think that you showed up here to fight with me.

Patrick: Oh, no, no, no. I'm done fighting.

Robin: Really? Then what are you doing here?

Patrick: Because what we -- mostly you -- are doing is ridiculous.

Jax: A cheesy snack to complement your champagne, madame?

Carly: You think I'm ruining a perfectly fine vintage.

Jax: No, it's not true. By keeping an open mind, by really keeping an open mind, I've realized that cheesy snacks are actually a very good combination with champagne or any white wine, for that matter. You know, the salt and the chemicals really bring out the crispness of the wine on your palate. I've got to write to some of the better gourmet magazines and tell them of our discovery. Cheesy snacks.

Carly: You don't have to pretend to like cheesy snacks with your wine just because I do.

Jax: Oh, there's no pretense with you, Carly. I don't have to have all the answers or come rushing to the rescue or buy you fancy things to prove -- I don't even know what that proves anymore. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I realize that, you know, the best times we've had together have been the simplest. Like just watching you do the things that you love when you don't know that I'm looking. Or playing with the children.

Carly: You've arranged your share of romantic getaways and fancy jewelry. Big gestures.

Jax: I know. But is that what you want?

Carly: No. What do you want?

Jax: Just knowing that you need me would be a start.

Carly: I need you. I need you very much. I have been so lonely and feeling like I'm going to lose you on top of everything else. But look at us now. There's no distance between us. How did you manage that?

Jax: I love you.

Lulu: I went to Claudia to confront her about what she was doing to Nikolas, and she went crazy. She started making all these threats.

Johnny: What kind of threats?

Lulu: It doesn't even matter, because I'm not scared of Claudia. What I'm worried about is Nikolas.

Johnny: I still don't see what Claudia can do to harm Nikolas.

Lulu: Of course you don't, of course you don't, because you're not the least bit objective when it comes to Claudia. To you, she's just your big sister, but in reality she's dragging Nikolas into her own agenda. And Nikolas is way too vulnerable right now. She really should stay away from him.

Johnny: Well, I agree.

Claudia: Whoever tells you that my father wants peace is lying.

Jason: Mm, well, it was Johnny who showed up here offering peace. So is he a liar or just stupid?

Claudia: No, John is smart enough to know that peace would benefit both of us. Too bad for that to happen, Anthony's got to die.

Jason: Kill him yourself.

Claudia: You could have killed him when you torched the house. Why didn't you?

Jason: I torched the house because I wanted to take something personal. That's the message that I wanted to send. It's time for you to go.

Claudia: You know, maybe you felt sorry for the old man in the wheelchair. If so, let me just tell you a little thing I learned in marine biology about the stonefish. It's this fish that looks like -- it looks like a rock. It sits at the bottom of the reef floor, looking like a non-descript stone. But it's really the most venomous fish in the world. If you step on it, you're dead in an hour. Don't think that just because Anthony Zacchara can't walk, he's harmless. It would really be better for everyone if you just get rid of him.

[Door opens and closes]

Spinelli: The brusque lady of justice is quite certain that this conversation falls under attorney-client privilege? Because if not, The Jackal is a dead man.

Diane: As long as I bill Jason, then, yes, you may retain me for legal counsel, and anything we say is privileged.

Spinelli: Ok. Well, I am hopelessly devoted to fair Maximista, but apparently my lady love craves desk sex with Mr. Corinthos, sir.

Spinelli: Yummy?

Patrick: Yes, I would like to grab you and shake you for being stubborn, but I'll just bang my head against the wall instead.

Robin: Hmm, "stubborn." Add that to the list of all the other horrible things that I am.

Patrick: No, no, I am not getting sucked into this. Robin, you're falling down a rabbit hole and you're taking everyone who cares about you with you.

Robin: Well, it wasn't supposed to be this hard.

Patrick: Which part?

Robin: I don't know. I mean, the pregnancy part is -- it's fine. You know, my body just kind of does what it wants to, and I just watch and wait. It's everything else -- it's the emotional part, it's the actual dealing with it, you know, and I can't blame it all on my hormones. My life is changing drastically.

Patrick: Are you sorry?

Robin: No, I'm just scared, you know? I want to do it right.

Patrick: No, Robin, you want to do it perfect. You can't do it perfect. You set yourself up for disappointment.

Robin: Well, I am far from perfect. I'm vindictive and nasty and narcissistic.

Patrick: You know what? I don't understand. Why do you let a bunch of people who don't know you, who don't care about you, dictate your life? And then me, the man who loves you, the father of your baby, you treat like an enemy.

Jax: How about a toast?

Carly: To?

Jax: Our first anniversary, and many to come.

Carly: After the year we've had, why would you want more?

Jax: I know we've had some tough times. I've learned something -- that "for better or worse" actually means for better or worse. And the bad times have been overshadowed by the good. You know, I love waking up to you every morning. I love it when you steal my shirts and wear them around the bedroom, or when we have a disagreement at the hotel and then we bring it home to hash out the details, and -- I just love the way your mind works, how you actually think that you can change my mind by having sex. Which you can, and do. Why would I only settle for a year of that when I've signed on for a lifetime? I'm not going to let you cheat me out of that.

Carly: I swear to you, I love you a lifetime's worth.

Kate: Come in.

Maxie: Don't forget you have lunch today at the Metro Court with the new photographer.

Kate: Oh, that's right, with Marcus Henry. Ok, did you make the reservation?

Maxie: Yes, they are holding your table.

Kate: That's fine. Send flowers to Karl. Call Kazumi.

Maxie: Ok. Would you like a note with those?

Kate: Sure -- "congratulations on a work of genius. It was a privilege to get a preview."

Maxie: Uh, any specifics for the flowers?

Kate: No, tell Kazumi to use her judgment. Karl really outdid himself this time. The sketches are fabulous. And don't let anyone in the office. I can't violate his trust by letting anyone see them.

Maxie: You got it. Have a great lunch.

Kate: Maxie? Maxie, when you talk to Kazumi, can you please tell her to change out the flowers in the house? I want some spring blossoms now.

Maxie: Will do.

Kate: Ok.

Maxie: Ok.

Kate: Bye.

Spinelli: The Jackal was astonished at Maximista's reaction to the sight of the fashionista and Mr. Sir using her desk to know each other in the biblical sense.

Diane: Ok, ok. Let me just summarize this, in English.

Spinelli: Mm-hmm.

Diane: Sonny and Kate were having a quickie in her office. You and your Maxie walked in on them. You were horrified, Maxie was titillated. Is that correct?

Spinelli: It was a bit more traumatic than the brusque lady of justice appears to comprehend.

Diane: Why? Why? I'm still not getting what your problem is with all of this.

Spinelli: Ok, Maximista extolled an attraction for a dark and mysterious man of danger who would throw caution to the wind to take his pleasure at any given time, on any given surface.

Diane: Mr. Spinelli, has Maxie Jones ever directly declared to you that she is attracted to Sonny Corinthos?

Spinelli: She seemed more interested in the abstract -- to wit, a man of Mr. Sir's character, one who cares little for convention or propriety.

Diane: [Laughing] Your Maxie has just dropped a hint so large, it would fill the superdome. Do you even remember our conversation, Mr. Spinelli?

Spinelli: Harvest the fruits?

Diane: Carpe diem, indeed. Take the initiative. Show Maxie that you want her and will not suffer propriety to get to her. Within the legal bounds, of course. You do want her, don't you?

Spinelli: Oh, yes.

Diane: Then, damn it, man, go and get her!

Diane: Go. Spinelli and

Lulu: Oh!

Lulu: Spinelli, are you ok?

Spinelli: I'm sorry, no time to linger. The time has come for The Jackal to seize the initiative and whatever else he can get his hands on!

Lulu: Oh. Um, is Jason here?

Diane: Yes, he is, and I was just about to go in and see him.

Lulu: I need to see him first.

Diane: Well, suit yourself. I'm still on the clock. 20 more minutes and I will have earned that fabulous snakeskin bag I've had my eye on.

Lulu: Jason, it's me, Lulu.

Jason: Come in.

Lulu: Hey, I know you're busy. I'm worried about Johnny.

Alfred: Sir, Mr. John Zacchara to see you.

Nikolas: Ugh. Thank you, Alfred. Send him in.

Alfred: Shall I stay, sir?

Nikolas: No, no, thank you, Alfred. Well, this is a surprise.

Johnny: I could say the same thing. I want you to stay away from my sister.

Robin: It's hard to, uh, not be smug or self-righteous when you find yourself the bearer of the greatest miracle on God's green earth. With that being said, um, maybe I was a little bit too hard on the father of my baby. I wasn't trying to shut him out. I mean, well, ok, at first I did. But then -- but then we got through that.

Patrick: Ok, you know what? This has got to stop.

Robin: I was just saying that I was wrong.

Patrick: The only thing that is wrong is that you're beating yourself up over nothing.

Robin: It isn't nothing. All of your blog entries are about what a pain I am and about how horribly I treat you.

Patrick: Well, that's because I'm a self-centered ass.

Robin: But you're actually not. You really are quite wonderful.

Patrick: Well, if I'm so wonderful, would I ever be with anybody that's not equally wonderful?

Robin: I don't know. You might be if you knocked them up.

[Patrick chuckles]

Patrick: Well, then -- you gave me every opportunity to bail on this pregnancy.

[Robin sighs]

Patrick: You've pushed me out the door and practically slammed them in my face, but I'm not leaving. Not out of obligation. Because I think you're amazing, wonderful, and loving, and yes, a little self-absorbed at times, but that's just another thing that we have in common. Listen, all those people that said all that nasty stuff about you on the internet -- they don't know you. I do. You're the woman I love and that is perfect for me.

Robin: Shh.

[Spinelli breathing heavily]

Spinelli: Maximista.

Maxie: It's not what it looks like -- oh, my -

Spinelli: Maximista, your message has been received.

Maxie: My message? I never called you.

Spinelli: It was your siren call that brought me back, ready to fulfill your secret desires. Throwing caution to the wind, I will carpe diem. I will carpe other things, too. It is time to take what we want, where we want it.

Maxie: Ok, whatever, Spinelli. Will you help me get all this stuff back together?

Maxie: [Squealing] Spinelli!

Lulu: You're not like Sonny. You know Johnny is not a threat to anyone.

Jason: It's Anthony Zacchara. He's the threat. He's dangerous.

Lulu: Yeah, so you can't hold Johnny responsible for his father's actions.

Jason: Whatever happens between me and the Zaccharas -- there's nothing you can do to change it.

Lulu: Oh, I'm going to try. You know I'm not going to stand here and watch Johnny get dragged down.

Jason: Lulu, you're kidding yourself right now. Johnny chose this. He's going to pay the price. It's too late to save Johnny. It's not too late to save yourself.

Johnny: Claudia's been through a lot. She deserves a lot more than to be jerked around by you.

Nikolas: Oh, I fail to see how it's any of your concern.

Johnny: I'm looking after my sister.

Nikolas: Oh, ok. So, if I tell you to stay away from Lulu, you'll just go ahead and drop her just like that?

Johnny: See, there's a difference. I care about Lulu. You're using Claudia.

Nikolas: And you're qualified to make that judgment based on what?

Johnny: Ok, you know what? You want to grieve for your dead fiancée? Call a hooker, but don't come near Claudia again.

Claudia: John, what the hell? You don't dictate who I sleep with.

Carly: What is this?

Jax: Happy belated anniversary.

Carly: What happened to "no need for big gestures"?

Jax: Well, that's ok. First year is paper.

Carly: You're kidding?

Jax: Yeah.

[Carly laughs]

Jax: Give me a little credit. I mean, this is a special occasion.

Carly: I don't have anything for you.

Jax: It's ok. You'll think of something.

Carly: Aw.

[Jax chuckles]

Carly: Jax.

Jax: You like it?

Carly: Yes, I love it. Is that boat for "The Silent Lady"?

Jax: Yeah. Cute little sails, huh?

Carly: It is, and look at the surfboard. What are these? Michael and Morgan.

[Carly sighs]

Carly: It's perfect.

Jax: Yeah.

Carly: Perfect.

Jax: Yeah, there's room for more. For the child that I would very much love us to have.

>> On the next "General Hospital" -

Sam: How could Lucky have me for a girlfriend? He still loves you.

Sonny: Mike got beat up by a loan shark. I want you to run him out of town.

Carly: You want a child of your own.