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The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Monday 6/11/01
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Sally: Well, that was an interesting challenge coming from you, Brooke. Do you really think you can beat me?
Brooke: We're not going to let you take market share away from us, Sally.
Sally: You're gonna give us a good fight? I hope so.
Eric: Sally, our markets are very different.
Sally: Well, if by that you mean that we don't sell our couture at inflated prices to a precious few, you're right, Eric, we don't do that. We don't want to do that.
Ridge: Then we're not in competition, are we, Sally?
Sally: Not for the market, no, but we do compete on the bottom line, and in that regard I am here to tell you that Spectra Fashions is going to outstrip Forrester in sales, I promise you that.
Brooke: I doubt it.
Sally: Any bets? Your company against mine, winner take all? I didn't think so. It really isn't wise to bet good money against a secret weapon.
Brooke: A new designer.
Sally: Yes, the hottest thing to hit the market in years.
Brooke: His name wouldn't be Antonio Dominguez by any chance, would it?
Antonio: You're a very difficult person to turn down, Kristen.
Kristen: Impossible, I hope. We want you as part of the Forrester team.
Antonio: I already told you --
Kristen: It's a perfect fit, Tony.
Antonio: The perfect fit?
Kristen: Your talent, the reputation at Forrester -- you would be known all over the world.
Antonio: Very attractive.
Kristen: I'm glad you think so.
Antonio: Indeed, I do.
Kristen: You mentioned working for Spectra. Do you have a signed contract? Well, it doesn't matter. I'm sure there's a buyout.
Antonio: And if I did you're asking me to break it?
Kristen: You wouldn't be breaking it. We'd buy it from Sally.
Antonio: Well, what makes you think that Sally would settle?
Kristen: Oh, she'd settle. We'd make it impossible for her not to.
Antonio: How well do you know Sally?
Kristen: I used to know her quite well.
Antonio: Sounds to me like you don't know her at all.
Kristen: Well, I've been out of town for a number of years. Why? She changed?
Antonio: Where have you been?
Kristen: Living in New York.
Antonio: Ah, acting on a stage?
Kristen: Why, do I seem like an actress?
Antonio: No, but you're beautiful enough to be one.
Kristen: We were talking about Sally.
Antonio: When did you get back?
Antonio: As in a year, a month?
Kristen: As in yesterday.
Antonio: You just got back from New York yesterday, and here you are negotiating with me?
Kristen: Dad asked me to do this.
Antonio: He flew you all the way from New York just to talk to me?
Kristen: No, no, he asked me out of the blue, and believe me, I was even more surprised than you are.
Antonio: Your smile --
Kristen: What about it?
Antonio: It's one of the most beautiful things about you.
Kristen: Thank you.
Deacon: All right, pal, we got a very serious decision at this point. Do you want to use red or green?
Little Eric: Green.
Deacon: Green, excellent choice, the color of my eyes. Here you go.
Amber: Your eyes aren't green.
Deacon: Oh, you noticed, huh? Whoa, whoa, whoa, stay in the lines there, huh? I don't want a drawing that looks like it's done by some 2-year-old.
Amber: Deacon, he is 2.
Deacon: Wait a second. Wait a minute. I don't -- come here, you. Are you 2? You're 2? No, that can't be. I figured you're at least 7 1/2. You're way too smart to be 2.
Little Eric: I'm 2.
Deacon: You are? Come here you little rascal. Oh, give Daddy a hug. Can I have a hug? Oh.
Sally: So you already know about Mr. Dominguez, huh?
Brooke: Your secret weapon.
Sally: Yes, well, I'm delighted. I hope the whole world takes an interest in him.
Ridge: Why is that, Sally?
Sally: Because then they will take an interest in Spectra Fashions, his employer.
Eric: You signed him?
Sally: First out of the block.
Eric: That doesn't answer my question, Sally. Is there a contract?
Sally: He belongs to us.
Brooke: But you haven't signed him yet.
Sally: Well, let me put it this way, Brooke -- he and I have had a meeting of the mind and of the heart, and we have even discussed the possibility of his going to work for Forrester, and frankly, he has no interest in it whatsoever.
Ridge: And I'm sure you talked a lot about us, didn't you, Sally?
Sally: I told the truth.
Thorne: Oh, yeah, I bet.
Sally: I particularly told the truth about you, Thorne, and your involvement in my daughter's death and what it did to the lives of people who love her and how it had absolutely no effect on your life.
Thorne: Oh, Sally, when are you gonna get it through your head that what happened to Macy devastated me?!
Sally: Really? And how long did it take you to get over that devastation, huh?! A couple of days, a week, a month maybe? How long was it, Thorne, before you were standing at the altar with this tramp?!
Eric: Oh, come on, Sally, that's enough! Now, just stop it! You're way out of line here. Now, we suffered -- all of us -- when Macy died. She was a very special woman. Now, as for Antonio Dominguez, he has no contract with you. He's a free agent.
Sally: He'll never come to work for you, Eric.
Eric: Well, that's up to him, isn't it, Sally?
Sally: Yes, it is, and because he's the kind of person he is, he has already chosen to work for Spectra, and he will remain loyal to that choice. Now, I don't know how much any of you know about loyalty -- well, actually, I do know a couple of you know nothing at all about it.
Brooke: Get out, Sally.
Sally: Gladly, but I will be back. I will be back here on the day that Spectra Fashions becomes number one. I am totally dedicated to that concept, so get ready for it.
Ridge: Well, I guess it's all up to Kristen now.
Kristen: Tell me you'll consider our proposal.
Antonio: I haven't seen it.
Kristen: I'll have Dad send it over.
Antonio: You are just full of surprises, Kristen Forrester. Fresh off a plane, no offer, just a come on.
Kristen: Excuse me?
Antonio: I just can't truly believe that your father wants me at Forrester.
Kristen: Oh, he does.
Antonio: Then he would have sent somebody else. From what you say, you don't even sound like you're involved in the company anymore.
Kristen: Dad knew what he was doing.
Antonio: And why do you say that?
Kristen: He always knows what he's doing.
Antonio: Maybe he just sent you because you're a beautiful woman, and he knows I'm a hot-blooded Latino.
Kristen: My father wouldn't use me that way. Look, the bottom line is we are offering you a job any designer would kill for -- myself included, I might add.
Antonio: You're a designer?
Kristen: Yes, freelance.
Antonio: Then, why wouldn't your father offer you the job?
Kristen: I didn't ask for it.
Antonio: You just said that you would kill for it.
Kristen: Look, Antonio, you have the look that he's looking for. Trust me, you would never regret working for the house of Forrester.
Antonio: Let me ask you something. Forrester makes gowns for first ladies, daughters of the president, princesses, am I right?
Antonio: Has your father or your brother ever even once made a beautiful dress for a woman that wasn't wealthy? Have they ever even once made something exquisite for a simple country girl that is just lovely but has no means to buy a Forrester Original?
Deacon: You gotta see him in there, Amber. He's eating cookie dough ice cream. It's my new favorite.
Amber: Did you put a bib on him?
Deacon: Hell no, I didn't put a bib on him. What, are you kidding me? I told him to put it all over the walls. Of course, I put a bib on him. I know what I'm doing. Ah, this is the life.
Amber: I can't believe you're living out here on the beach.
Deacon: Yeah, I guess I'm just lucky.
Amber: How could you do it? How could you marry a teenaged girl? It's gross.
Deacon: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that this kind of bothers you.
Amber: It's disgusting.
Deacon: Well, you know, it's really between me and my wife, and she doesn't complain too much.
Deacon: Amber. This does bother you, doesn't it?
Amber: In your dreams.
Deacon: And yours.
Amber: That's all you're gonna say?
Deacon: What do you want from me? I told you, I'm done chasing you. I figure, sooner or later you're gonna come to your senses and -- well, until you do, it looks like it's just gonna be beach blanket bingo down here with the wife.
Amber: What do you two talk about, huh? Bubblegum music? Who your favorite DJ is? Where is she, anyway?
Deacon: School, taking her finals.
Amber: Oh, that's gonna be great dinner conversation tonight. "How was your day, honey?" "Oh, it was fine. Guess what. I got a b+ on my social studies exam. And, yippee, they served pizza at the cafeteria."
Deacon: Hey, you know, I gotta tell you, Bridget and I really don't do that much talking, Amber. Newlyweds, just can't seem to get enough.
Amber: Don't make me puke.
Deacon: Of course, I had to teach her a few things in the beginning, but well, you know how that is. Whoa, whoa, whoa, what was that look? I just saw it, huh?
Deacon: Oh, you do know, don't you? You're not the only one giving lessons in the bedroom.
Amber: I do not want to talk about this.
Deacon: Wow, looks like I'm not the only one who married a virgin, huh? Well, well, well. Do tell. Hey, has Ricky taken off the training wheels yet?
Deacon: Let me ask you something. Do you -- do you ever fantasize? You know, when you and little Ricky are lying in bed. Do you ever fantasize about me?
Deacon: I can admit it. I do. Sometimes when Bridget and I are doin' it, I close my eyes, and I think about you.
Amber: Stop it!
Deacon: Come on. Tell me you don't think about Vegas sometimes, lying on that big bed and breathing all heavy. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. You know damn well if Rick hadn't shown up, baby, you and I would have been burning up those sheets.
Amber: I do not talk this way. I'm a Forrester.
Deacon: And we put our little tattoos together? Joined at the hip.
Amber: I'm getting rid of mine, Deacon.
Deacon: Oh, that's right, that's right. Rick found out about mine. I bet he pitched a fit. Come on, what'd he say?
Amber: He said --
Deacon: What? Come on, tell me. Don't keep me in suspense here.
Amber: He said it was trashy.
Brooke: That woman gets worse every year.
Thorne: Sally's bitter.
Ridge: She's at war now.
Eric: Well, let's just hope she's blowing smoke about Antonio Dominguez.
Ridge: No, she did talk to him, Dad.
Eric: Yeah, but has she signed him to a contract?
Thorne: Well, one thing is for sure. She sure as hell painted an ugly picture of us.
Brooke: I want to sign him now more than ever.
Eric: I do, too. You know, Sally's right. This guy is gonna make a big splash for somebody.
Ridge: I don't know. I still have to wonder if we did the right thing sending Kristen.
Eric: Your sister has a lot of savvy, Ridge.
Ridge: Oh, Dad, she's a designer, not a contract negotiator.
Brooke: She's a woman, Ridge. I'm starting to agree with your father. If anybody could lure Antonio away from Spectra, it would be Kristen.
Kristen: Forrester is an exclusive design house, Tony.
Antonio: Well, my point precisely, Kristen. They make dresses for the rich.
Kristen: They make dresses for women.
Antonio: For rich women.
Kristen: That is not our mission.
Antonio: Maybe not, but that is your market, Kristen. If you don't make a lot of money, like most of the people, you will never wear a Forrester gown. How do you expect me to work for a company like that?
Kristen: You are making this into a political issue.
Antonio: Well, fashion is political, Kristen.
Kristen: Fashion is art.
Antonio: And art is political.
Kristen: You're being argumentative.
Antonio: I feel strongly about this, Kristen.
Kristen: Look, there are companies like Forrester and companies like Spectra. They both serve a purpose.
Antonio: Yeah, well, Forrester's purpose is to create dresses for the rich. Spectra's purpose is to serve the rest of us.
Kristen: No, Tony. Forrester's purpose is to create the most beautiful dresses using the finest materials available. Do those materials cost more? Yes. It is just a matter of market dynamics, supply and demand. It's not like we inflate the prices just to appeal to people with money.
Antonio: Don't you see, Kristen? That's what ends up happening. No one can afford to wear your clothes. Doesn't every women, no matter of their status, deserve to wear something as beautiful as a Forrester gown?
Antonio: But they can't, Kristen. They can't afford it. You talk about a mission. Well, here's my mission. My mission is to have every woman in this country, regardless of status, have at least one of my designs in their wardrobe.
Kristen: Well, that's pretty lofty.
Antonio: I can do it.
Kristen: Let me ask you something.
Kristen: As an artist, would you rather work with the finest materials available or less than that.
Antonio: The finest materials, of course, but I am willing to sacrifice my artistic needs to have every woman in this country looking beautiful.
Kristen: Antonio, please --
Antonio: No, Kristen, Kristen, please, just no more. All right? I told you, okay? I am committed to the Spectras.
Kristen: Well then, I guess I'm through here.
Antonio: I'd like to invite you to our launch party for Spectra.
Kristen: A launch party at Spectra? Hmm, I don't know, Tony.
Antonio: We can talk about it over dinner.
Antonio: Something hot and spicy, prepared by yours truly.
Kristen: I don't think so.
Antonio: Oh, why not?
Kristen: I just don't think I'm ready for that.
Antonio: For a cultural experience? Of course, that's all this is, you know? You ready. Red or white?
Deacon: So Rick said your tattoo was trashy, huh?
Deacon: Probably not the best choice of words.
Amber: No, wrong, wrong word. I've been called trailer trash my entire life. I mean, he shouldn't have said that. He shouldn't -- I hate that word! Why did he say that?
Deacon: Because, Amber, that's how he looks at you.
Amber: That isn't true.
Deacon: Look, I got no doubt that the kid's attracted to you. I mean, hell, who wouldn't be? But to the Forresters, you are, and you always will be --
Amber: Don't say it, Deacon.
Deacon: The girl from the wrong side of the tracks.
Amber: Well, I've changed.
Deacon: Baby, I hope not.
Amber: I don't want to be that girl.
Deacon: Hey, I like that girl, and if the Forresters and Rick can't see you for who you are, well, you know what? Screw them.
Amber: Hmm, tell that to Brooke.
Deacon: I don't want to tell it to Brooke, and you know what? You shouldn't either.
Amber: You know, why do I always have to constantly prove myself?
Deacon: You don't, not to me anyway. Look, as long as that's what drives you, you're never gonna be happy.
Amber: You know, I thought I was through with that, I did. When Rick and I married, that was it. I was a Forrester woman. I was like Brooke and Taylor and Stephanie. But no, no, no, no. That word -- that word has to always come back and haunt me. That trash!
Deacon: It's not gonna stop, Amber. Brooke is gonna rub your nose in it every single chance she gets, and so is Rick, your husband.
Amber: No, he loves me, Deacon!
Deacon: Oh, he shows you he loves you by calling you trash?
Amber: No, he didn't mean that!
Deacon: I am so sick and tired for you making excuses for this guy!
Little Eric: Daddy, stop it! Mom, Daddy, stop yelling!
Amber: Oh, honey, come here. Come here, oh -- we're not yelling. We're not.
Deacon: Hey, I'm sorry.
Amber: I'm sorry, see Mommy and Daddy love each other.
Deacon: What did you just say?
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