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Jan 7, 2008 11:33
Flight attendant: So you two were both nominated for the same fancy attorney award. Congratulations.
Diane: Well, thank you.
Alexis: Thank you.
Diane: It's recognition long overdue.
Alexis: Well, I appreciate you saying that.
Diane: I was referring to myself. Although, Alexis, it's still an honor just to be nominated.
Alexis: It's good that you feel that way.
Diane: And there's always next year.
Alexis: True.
Flight attendant: But in the meantime, we won't be able to take off with your garment bags in your laps. They need to go up top.
Diane: Oh. Well, I'm sure we can make room for mine right here while you squeeze yours into the overhead. I'm carrying an original Neela Llorente on loan from Kate Howard.
Alexis: So am I.
Clarice: This is all there was.
Kate: Well, fine. Then call the overnight company and find out how many cartons they misplaced, mishandled, or just plain missed.
Clarice: Right away. I can handle the unpacking.
Kate: Oh, doesn't it look like I'm handling it?
Clarice: Why don't you just call Mr. Corinthos and tell him you miss him?
Kate: Clarice, Sonny knows that I miss him, and if I say it, then he'll want me to come back to Port Charles and I can't. Then -- I don't know what I want to do.
Sonny: Who rearranged my desk?
Max: Maybe you should call -
Sonny: Who, the desk people?
Max: Ms. Howard? Looks like things didn't -
Sonny: Ok, somebody touched my stuff. Are you going to argue with me about that?
Max: No, boss. It's obvious that you're missing something.
Jason: Sonny's back, so we can -- we can meet at the safe house later.
Elizabeth: My sitter canceled. It's -- it's ok. I'm going to figure something out, because I need time with you.
Jason: Yeah, me, too.
Kelly: Carly? Are you ready for your appointment?
Carly: Yeah.
Jason: I know that it can't make up for New Year's Eve.
Elizabeth: It's ok. I still have the champagne.
Jason: Good.
Elizabeth: Good.
Logan: Excuse me -- I'm looking for Scott. Have you guys seen him? What are you in here for, or should I say what are you in for this time, hmm?
Mac: Suspicion of murder -- my daughter.
Johnny: You got nothing on me. Mac: Forensics found skin cells under Georgie's fingernails. It looks like she fought off her attacker. We match those cells to someone's D.N.A., we have our killer.
Det. Harper: Come on.
Maxie: If you killed my sister, I hope you get the chair.
Det. Harper: Let's get a sample of your D.N.A., tough guy.
Mac: Back in the interrogation room.
[Maxie sighs]
Mac: You want to tell me what happened at Kelly's? Lucky says you trashed the place.
Maxie: I'm sorry. I don't have anything to say while she's in the room.
Kelly: Sorry about that call. I suddenly had a herd of pregnant patients.
Carly: Oh. I wish I were one of them.
Kelly: I'm sorry.
Carly: I saw this in a store window and I couldn't resist. They're giraffes.
Kelly: Hmm.
Carly: And when Michael was little, Jason got him into giraffes. Crazy, huh? Buying baby things when I'm not sure if I can ever have another one.
Kelly: It's positive thinking. The trick will be to keep being positive.
Carly: You're right. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a quitter.
Carly: I will try one more time on my own. I'm a woman who usually gets what she wants. Who knows -- maybe I can will myself pregnant.
Jerry: There he is, the ever-blinding white knight. Be careful of that damsel -- she created her own distress. It appears Maxie has had a meltdown.
Jax: Well, who can blame her? Georgie saves Maxie from being killed and then winds up being the next victim. I was looking for you. I'm wondering why you're walking away from a sure thing, Jerry.
Jerry: You mean your proposal to do business together -- you know, to make the world a better place for our children?
Jax: Huh. You say that like it's a bad thing.
Jerry: Oh, well, it's -- you know, it's very noble and grand and wonderful -- you know, the very characteristics of a mother's favorite son. But, you see, funny enough, these are not the traits I've been accused of possessing.
Jax: Well, you keep saying you've changed.
Jerry: And you want proof?
Jax: No, I want to ensure it.
Jerry: No, no. My reputation would undermine your cause, you know?
Jax: Why don't you let me worry about that? Take another look at my proposal, Jerry.
Jerry: Well, I have my own venture to hatch, as it were.
Jax: Really? Well, that's wonderful. Let me have a look at your venture and I can help you.
Jerry: No, no, no, not this time. I mean, some opportunities are so good that some people -- you know, beneficent, younger, well-intentioned brothers -- might want to butt in, so -
Jax: Or the police.
Jerry: Oh, my god -- I mean, your lack of faith is clearly showing.
Jax: So is your lack of persuasion.
Jerry: Then let's call it a draw.
Jax: My offer still stands, Jerry.
Jerry: As does my appreciation and my personal declination, brother.
Ric: I'm not going to argue with you. Look, Molly's taking her nap, honey.
Kristina: Molly's a baby.
Ric: I know, but babies aren't the only people that take naps. Daddy Ric takes naps all the time.
Kristina: Molly got to play with blocks!
Ric: Ok, I know, and I know you want to go to the movies, but we've been through this a thousand times, sweetheart. Molly's too little to go to the movies, ok? She gets scared in there and it's dark. I mean, I have to watch both of you, so we are staying right here at home, ok?
Kristina: My real daddy would take me.
Ric: Well, your real daddy's not here right now. Sonny's a -- he's a busy man. Look, your mommy asked me to watch you. Can we try to make it fun, hmm? Can't you think of something that we can all do right here to have fun together, huh? Huh? Nah, she's nothing like her father. Oh, boy. Yeah, it's me. Yeah, hi. Oh, nothing -- I've just been held in contempt by a 6-year-old. I need your help.
Diane: When did you talk to Ms. Howard?
Alexis: Kate? Oh, this morning. Her assistant Clarice was going through the "Couture" model room when I called, so it was just a happy coincidence.
Diane: "Happy"?
Alexis: Yeah. It puts a new spin on attorney/client privilege.
Diane: Are you still representing Ms. Howard -- Kate, Kate?
Alexis: She likes me. Mint?
Diane: No, thank you. She likes me, too, you know.
Alexis: You think? Hmm.
Diane: Ahem.
Alexis: Off the record --
Diane: What?
Alexis: All I'd have to do is file a motion, she sends me a new pair of shoes. I've got a whole closet full of them.
Diane: Can I get a cocktail?
Flight attendant: Once we take off. You know, is it possible for you ladies to place your garment bags up in the overhead like I asked? Thank you.
Diane: Well, someone in the service industry got off on the wrong side of the food cart.
Alexis: Yeah, I'll say.
Diane: Look, Alexis, I hate to bring this up, but I get slightly claustrophobic on airplanes, so could you lean toward the window? Ahem.
Alexis: I'm already closer than I want to be -- to the window. Heights.
Diane: Oh. Oh. Well, maybe we -- we could switch.
Alexis: You're kidding, right?
Diane: Uh-uh, no.
Both: Which way are you going?
Alexis: I'm going --
Diane: Which way are you going?
Alexis: Uh -- ok, just --
Diane: You know what?
Alexis: Just go.
Diane: Hey, ho, ho, ho!
Alexis: Just fit in there. Get in your seat.
Diane: Ok, ok, Alexis!
Alexis: Drama out of everything. Let's go. Oh -- excuse me.
Flight attendant: The sooner we are all in our seats, the sooner we can all make it to Philadelphia. Do you need assistance?
Alexis: No, we're good. Just don't touch my stuff.
Diane: Oh, stop it.
Flight attendant: Do you need -
Diane: I just need a cocktail.
Flight attendant: And, you know, those garment bags are yet to be properly stowed.
Diane: Ok, now you're leaning toward the window.
Alexis: I'm trying to stay out of the way of the aisle. They run their carts through there. I don't want to lose a hand. I'm going to need it to accept my award.
Diane: I'd be happy to accept it for you -- hmm --- except I'm going to be the one winning.
Flight attendant: You know, you two are really working my last nerve.
Clarice: Did you see this? "Special Delivery." Uh -- is that an original Rinaldi?
Kate: Hmm, from the art show. Sonny bought it for me. Bold and impressive, isn't it?
Clarice: The painting or the gesture? What's it called?
Kate: "Absence." And I feel it.
Clarice: Then do something about it.
Felicia: Maybe you should see someone. If you won't talk to me, if you won't talk to Mac, maybe you should talk to somebody else.
Maxie: Great, yeah. That's a great idea. So, who would I talk to about getting my sister back? Georgie -- you do remember her, right?
Felicia: I do. And if it makes you feel a little bit better or hurt a little bit less, you can hate me all you want.
Maxie: Thank you, but I really don't need your permission for that. If we're done here, I need to get a head start on my community service for my big crime spree. I'm due for my volunteer shift at the hospital.
Coop: Oh. Careful -- everyone's tracking in snow and mud. I don't want you to get hurt. I'll keep an eye on her, all right?
Felicia: Thank you.
Logan: Hey.
Scott: Hey.
Logan: Dad, how you doing?
Scott: Good.
Logan: Listen, uh -- I need a favor.
Skye: See, dreams are just like blocks -- they come in all different shapes and sizes, and you can take one at a time and build it way up high, and when you're done, you get the life that you want.
Kristina: But there's no more.
Skye: Well, that's why you need more dreams. And I think you should take that nap and when you wake up, you'll get to build more.
Kristina: To the sky?
Skye: Oh -- to the moon! Oh, I know working on those dreams is pretty tiring, isn't it, so how about that nap, huh?
Ric: I'll make dinner when you wake up, ok, honey?
Skye: Good dreams.
Ric: You made that look easy.
Skye: Comes from having an overactive imagination. Product of a horrible childhood. I found ways to entertain myself. Just when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, I find a way to make myself feel a little better.
Ric: Where were you when I was 6?
Skye: Well, when she wakes up, if she asks, just take a couple of blocks and say they came from her dreams.
Ric: Why don't you stick around for a while? You can tell her yourself.
Diane: Oh, I remember when airline travel was still special.
Alexis: In the 1930s?
Diane: I'm talking about the late 1960s when I was a child.
Alexis: Huh! Diane: Oh, the giddy anticipation I would feel as a wee tot ready to defy gravity and land someplace exotic.
Alexis: I don't think going to Philadelphia has ever been considered "exotic," Diane.
Diane: I'm talking about the whole travel experience. You know, the planes were always filled with interesting people -- not every Tom, Dick, and Harry with a maxed-out credit card ready to head for the beach with a beer in their hand. Oh! The seats were roomier, there were cocktails. Dinner service. Now, they just toss a bag of dried crumbs at you like you're some starving squirrel. Well, I have my own way of dealing with today's airline travel.
Alexis: What?
Diane: I will see no evil, you will hear no evil -- ahem.
Diane: And if we can both speak no evil, we'll be fine. Ok, you're on my side.
Alexis: I'm sorry -- I can't hear you.
Diane: You're on my side.
Alexis: How do you know that I'm on your side? I'm not even touching you and you've got those blindfolds on.
Diane: Sky mask. And I feel you encroaching into my space.
Alexis: Oh, you're that sensitive to motion?
Diane: I am. Alexis: Then how come you don't know that we haven't even taken off the ground yet?
Elizabeth: Hi, it's Elizabeth Webber again. I really, really need a babysitter. I'll -- I'll pay you double if that helps. Can you just call me back? Thanks. Bye.
Sam: If you're looking for someone to watch the kids, I -- well, I'm sure Lucky would bring them over to my place.
Elizabeth: There is no way in hell I'm letting you anywhere near my children.
Sam: You always say that like you've had immaculate conceptions, and, boy, don't we know that's not true.
Elizabeth: If you've come here to harass me, you can leave now.
Sam: Look, I know you think that the whole world revolves around you, but I did come here to support my cousin because he has tests being run. Sorry. They are Lucky's kids, too -- at least that's what you want the rest of the world to think, right?
Elizabeth: Well, he can see them whenever he wants -- except when he's with you.
Sam: Well, that might be a problem because Lucky and I do enjoy each other's company -- a lot, actually.
Elizabeth: Then I guess he's going to have to choose -- his boys, or a lying slut.
Sam: Come on, Elizabeth -- who are you kidding? You can't give Lucky ultimatums. You need to keep using him so you can hide Jason's son. I mean, that is what you're doing, right? Using Lucky so nobody snatches Jason's baby for collateral? I just can't figure out how you're fitting Jason into all this.
Elizabeth: I'm not. We all agreed.
Sam: Right. Like you would be content with that after destroying everybody's lives just to get your claws into him. What do you do? Huh? Do you sneak around and see him? Hmm. Because if you ever think that you're going to come first in his life just because I'm out of the picture, think again. Because Jason is married to his work, or else he would have the freedom -- no, I'm sorry, my mistake. He would have the guts to claim his child out in the open. So, I'm sorry. I'm -- I'm sure that puts all your little fantasies to rest, so go ahead. Go sneak off and see him. Like I said, if you need a sitter, Lucky and I are available.
Elizabeth: Well, that's not going to happen, and you know what else isn't going to happen? You and Lucky winding up happy together, or you interfering in whatever Jason and I feel for each other. So, go ahead, Sam -- do your worst.
Sam: Watch out. I might take you up on that.
[Phone rings]
Elizabeth: Hello?
Jason: Hey.
Elizabeth: You -- you're not going to cancel on me, are you? I -- I still don't have a sitter, but I'm working on it.
Jason: It could be tight. Sonny's got a problem he needs to deal with.
Carly: Hi.
Jax: Hey. I thought we were just having lunch.
Carly: We are.
Jax: I brought your favorites -- B.L.T.s and potato salad.
Carly: Thank you, but I thought we could go right to dessert.
Jax: Really?
Carly: Mm-hmm.
Jax: What -- hold on a second.
Carly: What?
Jax: What's going on here?
Carly: Kids are in school, our schedules are clear, we're in love, we're married. Do you want to keep asking questions or you just want to -
Jax: No, come on.
Carly: Oh.
Sonny: Whew.
Jax: Hey.
Carly: Hey. Why aren't you in school?
Sonny: Tell her.
Michael: I beat up some kid.
Carly: Why?
Sonny: Tell her why.
Michael: He called dad a "gangster."
Kate: Oh. I know that I have pages of notes in here somewhere. I wanted to do a layout in the fall. I matched models with designers and photographers. Ha-ha, there it is. Oh, and here is something else almost equally as important.
Kate: You want me to do something about missing Sonny? Fine -- drop everything -- I have an errand for you to run.
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