Days of Our Lives Transcript Friday 4/13/07 - Canada; Monday 4/16/07 - U.S.A.
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Steve: Come on, Foley. It's waiting for the bleachers, baby. But body shots only. My face is delicate.
Foley: Keep
Patients: Foley... Sal's pizza's outside, and they want you to pay for this order.
Foley: What? I didn't call for no pizzas. Who's name's on the bill?
Patients: "For the prisoners of ward 'C.'"
Foley: Prisoners of ward "C." Ship 'em back.
Patient: They were sent for online -- C.O.D. We can't ship them back.
Foley: Online? How'd those wackos -- all right. I know what I got to do.
Steve: Hope you brought your wallet.
Foley: And you know what you got coming, don't you?
Steve: Yeah. I know what I got coming. Pizza! Come on! Dig in!
Patients: Pizza! Pizza!
Nick: The hairbrush is gone?
Dr. Parsons: I just said that, Fallon. Get with the program, okay? This is serious.
Nick: I-I absolutely understand that, sir.
Dr. Parsons: Well, have you seen it?
Nick: No. No, no, no. Definitely not. You -- you checked the vault, right?
Dr. Parsons: The vault? Why would it be in the vault?
Nick: Somebody probably thought that we had finished up with the forensics and stored it there for safekeeping. We should go check it out. I think we should go.
Abby: [Sighs] Well, are you satisfied now?
Chelsea: What are you talking about?
Abby: Cut the dumb act, Chelsea. Nick made the biggest mistake of his life stealing that hairbrush to protect you, and now he's gonna pay for it big-time unless you do something about it.
[Knock on door]
Gabby: Shawn. Shawn, come in, please. I've been waiting for you guys. So, you and Belle talked?
Shawn D.: Yeah.
Gabby: I know I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I --
Shawn D.: We talked a lot, and, um, welcome aboard, Gabby.
Gabby: Really? You mean it? She said I could go with you to Australia -- with all of you guys?
Shawn D.: Just as soon as we get the boat ready.
Gabby: Shawn, you have no idea what this means to me. You have no idea.
Belle: Can you say "Australia"? 'Cause there's kangaroos, and there's koala bears, and there's Hugh Jackman. [Knock on door] Maybe that's him. Maybe he heard that we were going to Australia. Fingers crossed.
Duck: Hey, blondie.
Belle: Duck. I was just putting Claire down for a nap.
Duck: Fine with me. I'm not here for tea. I found these. Someone with kids must have left them behind back when the dinosaurs roamed.
Belle: Oh.
Duck: I guess that's my good deed for the day, then. Time for a beer, maybe three.
Belle: Oh, hey, Duck, did the mail come yet? Was there anything for us?
Duck: No, not for you or the boy scout.
Belle: I don't understand. We sent that letter weeks ago.
Duck: Did you check with Spike down at the post office?
Belle: No. We sent it from here.
Duck: No, you didn't.
Belle: Of course we did.
Duck: Little girl, you may be living on fantasy island, but, trust me, I'm not. Any mail that goes in or out goes through yours truly, and I never saw any letter from you or pretty boy leaving here, and that's a fact.
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives.
Max: Mrs. Horton.
Maggie: Max. Why am I not surprised?
Max: Well, I figured we should probably just get this over with.
Maggie: May I speak my mind?
Max: Sure, but before you say anything, I just want you to know, yes, I did stop in New York to see Abby. It was totally innocent.
Maggie: I somehow doubt that.
Max: Are you accusing me of something, Mrs. H.?
Maggie: I don't know, Max. Is there something you'd like to confess?
Chelsea: Nick told you about the brush?
Abby: He had to tell someone. He put his life on the line for you.
Chelsea: I didn't ask him to do it for me. It was his choice. I didn't force him.
Abby: Oh, right. You cried and you begged and you pleaded. You made him believe you would get back together with him if he did you this one little favor.
Chelsea: Yeah, and he turned me down.
Abby: The minute he did, you were on a plane to New York.
Chelsea: To come and see you.
Abby: No, to make Nick think he would never see you again.
Chelsea: Abby, you know that, that's not true.
Abby: Not true's your specialty, not mine.
Chelsea: Look, I was gonna go tell my dad the truth.
Abby: Oh, please. You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you in the butt. Look, why couldn't you just do what you told me you were going to? Tell your dad everything. The brush was yours, but you didn't have anything to do with the fire or the stolen jewelry.
Chelsea: I was gonna tell my dad the truth, and then Nick stopped me. He already had the brush, so what was I supposed to do -- tell him to turn around and take it back?
Abby: Yes.
Chelsea: No, Abby. No. My dad is finally starting to trust me again. So what if I went to go tell him the truth and he didn't believe me? Why would I take that chance?
Abby: Because for once in your life, you'd be putting somebody else first instead of yourself -- that's why.
Duck: It's okay, blondie. I mean, stuck here in diaper land, I'd get confused, too.
Belle: No. I'm not confused about this. I was on the phone calling home, and Shawn stopped me and said that we couldn't risk having the call being traced, so we both wrote a letter.
Duck: So, maybe you forgot.
Belle: No, I didn't forget. We both wrote a note. We sealed the envelope. We addressed it to his uncle -- the commissioner of police.
Duck: Whoa. You two are running, and pretty boy's uncle is in charge of the cops back home?
Belle: Which is why it doesn't make sense that we haven't heard back from him.
Duck: Well, it makes sense if the letter you wrote never got off the island.
Belle: You can't possibly remember every letter that goes through here.
Duck: Hey, if you wrote a letter to a cop back in the States, trust me, I'd have remembered, and that's all I'm saying. You fill in the rest of the dots. I hope the kitten enjoys the books.
Gabby: [Sighs contentedly] It's like a whole new beginning for me -- a brand-new life.
Shawn D.: Uh, Gabby...
Gabby: Hmm? Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Shawn D.: It's okay. You're excited, and I get that. I'm happy for you.
Gabby: For all of us.
Shawn D.: We just need to make sure the boat is ready and the satellite system's fixed.
Gabby: No worries. It'll be all done, captain.
Shawn D.: You know, Duck is gonna miss you.
Gabby: Shawn, promise me you won't say anything, okay? Not a word to Duck about anything. He's not gonna understand.
Shawn D.: You're not gonna leave here without saying goodbye to him, are you?
Gabby: He thinks this is paradise. I want what Belle has. I want a wonderful man and a beautiful baby.
Shawn D.: So I, uh, I guess that you really miss not having that, then. I mean the baby part.
Gabby: And having a man to love. Shawn, I've got so much to share, so much to give with the right someone.
Shawn D.: And you're gonna find him. I'm sure you will -- someday.
Gabby: Yeah. Someday.
Shawn D.: So, before we head off to Australia, I just want to make sure that we have something clear.
Gabby: Sure. What?
Shawn D.: When we reach land, we're gonna go our separate ways and you're gonna be on your own.
Gabby: So once we get to Australia, you guys go your way and I go mine -- is that it?
Shawn D.: Yeah. I just want to make sure that we have a clear understanding.
Gabby: I think we do. It's my boat, 3/4 of my money, and I'm just a passenger. I get it.
Shawn D.: Gabby, it's not --
Gabby: Hey, no worries. I'm just along for the ride. [Knock on door] Anything else, or can I get that, too?
Shawn D.: Be my --
Gabby: Guest, yeah. We have already established that, haven't we?
Belle: Gabby, is Shawn --
Shawn D.: Yeah, I'm here. Where's Claire?
Belle: She's sleeping. I left the door open.
Shawn D.: Good. I talked to Gabby. She agrees. It looks like we're gonna be sailing in a few days.
Belle: Awesome. So, do you think we'll hear back from Salem before we go?
Shawn D.: Your guess is as good as mine.
Belle: What do you think, Gabby? I was talking to Duck, and it's funny. He said that he handles all of the mail here -- that he personally sorts through all of the envelopes and then he delivers them down to the post office himself, that no letter leaves without going past Duck. Did you know that?
Shawn D.: What's your point, Belle?
Belle: No point. I just think it's strange that we haven't heard anything. Are you sure you mailed it from here?
Shawn D.: Yeah. Of course I mailed it from here.
Belle: I don't understand. What do you think happened to it, Gabby?
Patients: Mmm! [Chuckling]
Steve: Oh! Hey, everybody! Put your mitts together and give Sal a big hand for the best pizza pie in Salem, eh! Oh! Lone Ranger! Oh, dude, look at you! You're wearing more than you ate. Look at this dude. Give me some napkins, somebody. Give me a napkin. We don't have a napkin? Sal didn't send any napkins? Oh, get out the hose, man. What are we gonna do with this guy? Well, what the hell? These jammies need a little extra color, don't they? How about -- ooh, look at that. Hmm? Go ahead. [Italian accent] Do like this. Give yourself a little kiss with that lipstick italiano. [Smooches] Give me a little kiss. Brava!
Foley: Okay, laughing boy, gig's up.
Patients: Uh-oh.
Steve: Back to your stations, loonies.
Foley: 80 bucks. That's what your little pizza party here cost me.
Steve: Well, you should have used a coupon.
Foley: The hospital's blaming me. No reimbursement since I was in charge when you called in that order.
Steve: [Normal voice] Well, what do you think? Foley man bought us the pies. We should show him some love, people, huh? Yeah. He's a nice guy, huh? Oh, come on, man. Look at all these happy tomato-stained faces. Look at you with that hangdog, puppy-dog face. [Italian accent] What's the matter, you, huh? [Normal voice] You need a quicker bat, slugger. They're gonna send you down to the minors. Come on!
Max: Mrs. Horton, you've known me for a long time.
Maggie: Yes, I have, since you were a beautiful, scared, innocent boy.
Max: And I give you my word that nothing happened.
Maggie: Something certainly did happen, Max. A grown man, 24, stopped in Manhattan, stayed overnight with an 18-year-old girl when her father was right next door and had no idea?
Max: I should have checked in with Jack first. Okay.
Maggie: [Sighs] I've known your family forever. The Bradys are wonderful people, and you are a delightful young man, but the fact remains -- you're a player.
Max: Excuse me?
Maggie: No. Excuse me. Have I said something funny?
Max: Um, it's just the way you said the word "player."
Maggie: Well, that is the word, isn't it? You may think this is none of my business, but, frankly, you are one of my very best customers. I've been considering putting a plaque on your table -- "reserved nightly."
Max: You don't want me to date your niece. Okay. I get that.
Maggie: Good.
Max: But with all due respect, Mrs. Horton, this is not your decision to make.
Chelsea: Look, Abby, I asked Nick to help me and he said no. If he changed his mind later, that's his prerogative.
Abby: His prerogative? You don't really believe that.
Chelsea: He showed up at the station with the hairbrush in his backpack. Was I happy about it? Of course I was, and I'm pretty sure that he could tell by the look on my face.
Abby: What's your face gonna look like when he gets caught?
Chelsea: Well, I guess you can just find out for yourself when you come to visit me in prison, serving time for something that I swear to God I never did.
Abby: Well, Chelsea, if you're innocent --
Chelsea: "If"?
Abby: Your dad is not gonna let you get punished for something you didn't do.
Chelsea: My dad is gonna hate me all over again. This isn't you and your dad we're talking about. It's me and mine. He asked me to move in with him and help him take care of Ciara. I have a chance to be a big sister and be a part of a family, and I'm not gonna let anything stand in the way of that.
Abby: Right, because it is all about you. Who cares what happens to Nick?
Chelsea: Nothing is what's gonna happen to Nick. He got himself involved, and now it's over with.
Abby: It is so far from over.
Chelsea: The brush is gone, Abby. I threw it away. No one saw Nick take it, and now there's no evidence.
Abby: You're sure it's gone?
Chelsea: Yeah, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be sure? Abby, why wouldn't I be sure? I took the brush myself, and I threw it in the garbage can. I buried it at the very bottom. That I know.
Abby: Well, then why is Nick wondering whether he should put the brush back in the lab or not?
Chelsea: What?
Chelsea: Look, I don't know what Nick told you, but you probably just heard him wrong.
Abby: Oh. Right. Yeah, that must be it.
Chelsea: No. Nick probably just was saying that he wished he could bring the brush back, and if he could make the decision again --
Abby: He keeps making the same dumb decision again or some stupid version of it. I told him to stop it. I was the one who told him to put the brush back.
Chelsea: You did what?
Abby: "Put the brush back now before anyone finds out it's missing." That's what I said, Chelsea. But, no -- oh, no -- Nick Fallon would not do it.
Chelsea: Of course he wouldn't do it, because he can't do it. He doesn't have the brush. Abby, I'm telling you --
Abby: And I'm telling you you're wrong.
Chelsea: No, I'm not. Look, it -- it doesn't make any sense, okay? Not unless -- not unless he went behind my back and dug it up out of the trash can, but he wouldn't do that. Why would he do that?
Abby: He would if he thought you were using him.
Chelsea: What?
Abby: Nick's a smart guy, remember? You've used him before. Only this time, I think he saw through you and he did something about it.
Max: Abby's old enough and smart enough to decide who her friends should and shouldn't be.
Maggie: I agree. Only we are hardly talking about friendship here, now, are we, Max? Abby is smarter than both of us rolled into one.
Max: I agree, but what makes you think that I'm gonna break her heart?
Maggie: Because you have a history. So what would be my reason for thinking anything else?
Max: Besides we're just friends? No, that's it.
Maggie: No, that's not it, and you know it. I see it -- the look in her eye, the look in yours. Oh, and one more thing. I know your history. You don't know mine. So you're just gonna have to take my word for it. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to get on my bad side.
Foley: You got two seconds. Let go.
Steve: Or what? Are you gonna spread what's left of my brain on the walls?
Foley: You're gonna beg me to end it for you.
Dr. Kraft: Foley! Stand down!
Foley: Dr. Kraft.
Dr. Kraft: Now! Walk away from that patient.
Foley: But -- but you don't understand.
Dr. Kraft: I am aware of the incident. I'll see to it you're reimbursed. I'll be responsible. Now leave the room. I said go. [Door slams] I'm starting to think you really are crazy.
Steve: [Sighs] Finally something real between us.
Dr. Kraft: You do understand using my laptop to order those pizzas makes us all look bad, even the ones trying to do a good job here.
Steve: Listen, I did it for them. Look at them. They look alive for once instead of like zombies bumping into walls. I'll bet you any money those pizzas were a hell of a lot cheaper than shoving happy pills down their throats all day long.
Dr. Kraft: [Sighs] I warned you. I begged you to keep your head down, but you just wouldn't listen.
Steve: It's what I don't do best. What do you mean, you warned me?
Dr. Kraft: Well, now you really are on your own, Steve. I've been reassigned, starting today.
Steve: What?
Dr. Kraft: Since I can't be counted on to control you or help you, I've been removed from your case. Good news, huh?
Shawn D.: There's just one explanation that makes any sense here. Duck was wrong about seeing the letter. He doesn't remember.
Belle: A letter addressed to the Salem Commissioner of Police?
Shawn D.: I don't know. He missed it. Some envelopes -- they might have got stuck together. It happens.
Belle: If our families actually got the letter, why haven't they called?
Shawn D.: Because we're thousands of miles away. It takes weeks for a letter to get to the States or maybe even longer.
Belle: A lot longer if the letter never got sent.
Shawn D.: What are you talking about?
Belle: You know what? I'll just write the letter again, I guess, except there's something about how the mail works here or doesn't.
Shawn D.: Gabby, you did send that letter, didn't you?
Belle: Gabby, Shawn asked you a question.
Gabby: I heard him. What do you want me to say, Belle? It fell off the pile? It got lost back behind the bar somewhere? You know, I'll go take a look if it'll help you feel better.
Belle: I'd appreciate that.
Gabby: I won't be long.
Belle: Take your time. Okay, Shawn, something is not adding up here. Please tell me that you see that.
Shawn D.: Look, letters -- they get lost all the time. Every day there's a story about a postcard showing up from World War II. Just because you didn't hear from your mom, it doesn't mean --
Belle: What, that somebody lost the letter on purpose, deliberately?
Shawn D.: You're not just talking about somebody. You think Gabby pocketed the letter.
Belle: Don't you?
Chelsea: So you think that I'm using Nick again?
Abby: You hated Nick until the hairbrush came up at the scene of the crime, and then suddenly you can't live without him.
Chelsea: So you think that everything I've ever said to Nick about how I feel was a lie?
Abby: About anything anytime to anybody. We all know it, Chelsea. Take you or leave you the way you are, nobody lies like you do.
Chelsea: What about Nick? He lied to me for months. He pretended to be somebody else. Then he goes and sleeps with my mom.
Abby: He was desperate to tell you the truth the moment it happened, but he was so scared of you.
Chelsea: Hold on a second. You knew about it? Nick told you? You knew that my boyfriend and my mom hooked up, and you just kept your mouth shut? You didn't say a word? Is that what you call being my best friend?
Abby: Chelsea --
Chelsea: I do not believe this. You are such a hypocrite. You sit there and you lie like everybody else, only you pretend that you're so much better because you sit there and you do it behind people's backs.
Abby: That is not true.
Chelsea: No? Is that why you told Nick to take the brush back, save himself? Because the bottom line is you don't give a damn about me, do you?
Nick: Chelsea.
Abby: [Sniffles] Nick.
Nick: Hey. What's going on?
Chelsea: Nothing. Nothing. Abby was just leaving, weren't you, Abigail? I'll see you around maybe one day. Goodbye.
Nick: Abby, wait. What happened?
Steve: Come on. This is me here. You can be honest. You put in for a transfer, and it just now came through, right?
Dr. Kraft: No, Steve. I signed up for the long haul, but my superiors became concerned about your lack of progress.
Steve: Isn't my lack of progress my problem? You're doing more work than they're paying you for.
Dr. Kraft: I'm not arguing with you, but I have not been able to do enough, and their perception is it's time for a new course of treatment.
Steve: What kind of course?
Dr. Kraft: I wish I knew.
Steve: [Sighs] What about, uh, Marlena Evans? Could you get her on board?
Dr. Kraft: Dr. Evans is in private practice. This is a state institution.
Steve: She could still put in a word with your bosses, right?
Dr. Kraft: They won't listen to her or me.
Steve: Who is "they"?
Dr. Kraft: I don't know. My transfer has already gone through -- fifth floor. I'll be working with children now -- real children.
Steve: Well, that's a good thing for you, right?
Dr. Kraft: Is it a promotion? What do you think?
Steve: I think you're a good person who got dealt a bad hand. For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
Dr. Kraft: And for what it's worth, I think you're a really good man who's been dealt even a worse hand.
Nick: Chelsea, what did you say to her? What's going on?
Chelsea: Abby was crying because she felt bad, and she's not the only one. And it wasn't about what I said to her. It was what she said to me.
Nick: What did she say?
Chelsea: That she knew about you and my mom all this time and she never said a word. That's what I call being a best friend, don't you?
Nick: I thought that we could put all of this behind us. I thought we were moving on.
Chelsea: I tried, Nick. I did. And I thought that we could -- I really did -- but I don't think that we can. I don't think that we're okay, and I don't think that we ever will be. How am I supposed to trust you or my mom or Abby ever again?
Nick: Are you serious? After everything that I did? When I took that hairbrush, I risked everything. You know why? For you, Chelsea. I did everything for you. And now you're gonna stand here and tell me that you still don't trust me? What the hell did I do any of this for?
Chelsea: Abby said that you still have the brush.
Nick: What?
Chelsea: Is that true, Nick? Did you go get it out of the trash can after I threw it away? Did you fish it out of the garbage, Nick? Did you?
Shawn D.: So, tell me what possible "how could I be so stupid?" reason that Gabby would throw our letter away.
Belle: Don't be angry.
Shawn D.: I'm not angry.
Belle: Angry is what you do best.
Shawn D.: I am not angry. I'm sorry I sound that way. I'm just -- I'm confused.
Belle: Join the club.
Shawn D.: Okay. So you don't think that gabby sent the letter? She knows how bad we needed to get in touch with people from home. Why would she do that?
Belle: Because she also knows that if we had a chance to go back to Salem, that we would leave here in a heartbeat.
Shawn D.: So?
Belle: So she would never see you again.
Shawn D.: Belle, come on. Don't go there.
Belle: I'm not trying to sound like the jealous wife.
Shawn D.: I-I do like the, uh, "wife" part.
Belle: Listen. Gabby is too smart to try to jump your bones or run around with her shirt off, but she has been working you. Please tell me that you are aware of her moves.
Shawn D.: I've just been so damn busy -- working on the boat, working for her dad.
Belle: You have not been that busy.
Shawn D.: Okay. Fine. She flirts.
Belle: Mm-hmm.
Shawn D.: I get that. But she flirts with everybody.
Belle: So I've been told.
Shawn D.: What is that supposed to mean?
Belle: You're not the only one who's worried about her. I have actually been told, "keep an eye on Gabby. She's not above stealing your man."
Shawn D.: Who would say something like that?
Belle: Her father. Duck told me that. "Watch out for my daughter, or you will lose Shawn." Still don't believe she's after you?
Nick: If you're asking me whether I believe you...you know that I do.
Chelsea: No. I know that you want to believe me, but that's not the question, Nick. You still have your doubts, don't you?
Nick: I did not say that.
Chelsea: You didn't have to. That's fine. I don't blame you. I know that I've done a lot of horrible things.
Nick: Not deliberately. They were mistakes. Everyone makes them.
Chelsea: Yeah. But if you make them enough, they're more like a bad habit than just a few mistakes, right? I mean, how much forgiveness can I actually expect?
Nick: I'd do anything for you, Chelsea. I proved that.
Chelsea: Nick, stop tap-dancing around what I want to know. If there is a chance that you don't believe me -- the slightest chance -- if you think that I broke into my dad's house and if you truly believe, from the bottom of your heart, that I am just using you, you need to tell me right now out loud. Yes or no? Look at me. Do you believe that I'm the person that set fire to my dad's house?
Max: Hey, uh...
Abby: It's still Abby. [Chuckles] What are you doing here? It's a nice surprise.
Max: Yeah? I'm glad you seem to think so.
Abby: What's wrong?
Max: Look, I just got the word, okay?
Abby: What -- what word?
Max: Two words -- "off limits," officially.
Abby: Off? You mean you and me?
Max: That's what your Aunt Maggie meant. All right?
Abby: Max, it's my life and yours, too, and didn't you tell her we weren't even dating?
Max: When she's in a mood like that, I'm just glad I left with all my fingers.
Abby: Max, I'll talk to her, okay? Don't worry about it.
Max: Don't bother. Look, uh, I think she's right.
Abby: What?
Max: I'm not gonna fight this. It's probably better off that you and I just keep our distance. It's like you said -- we're not even really together.
Steve: What powers that be are we talking about?
Dr. Kraft: If I knew, I'd tell you, Steve. I don't. I don't even think the people I answer to know or the people they answer to. All I know for sure is someone with power and money is interested in you.
Steve: Can you help me find out who's pulling the strings?
Dr. Kraft: [Sighs] I'm sorry, Steve. I -- look, I need this job. You just try to cooperate. Make it look like it, anyway. Play nice. And don't poke the gorilla, okay? Foley can't wait to get off that leash. Don't let it happen. You don't need to prove anything. All you need to do is to get well and get out of here while you're still curable. I only want the best for you.
Steve: I know you do.
Dr. Kraft: Okay. Take care.
Steve: Hey, thanks. I mean that.
Dr. Kraft: And I meant what I said, too. Good luck. Take care.
Steve: Have fun with the kiddies.
Foley: Okay, zombies! Listen up! Party's over! It's back to the crypt! Let's go! Who's bad? You know it. Come on! Move it! Move it! Move it! Let's go! Move! Haven't got all day. Party's over.
Steve: 2, 3, 4
Foley: All except you, long John. You're not going anywhere yet. Your party's just getting started.
Steve: I'm sorry, dude. I'm all partied out.
Foley: [Chuckles] Is that right?
Steve: Yeah. You know, I would have RSVP’d, but I didn't get your invite.
Foley: But you're the guest of honor. Wouldn't be much of a party without you, but don't worry. We'll keep it real small, private -- kind of like that pizza party of yours.
Steve: Oh, man. We should have invited you. I'm sorry. You know how crazy, crazy people get around people pizza. It's hard to control them.
Foley: Yeah. You think you're real smart, don't you?
Steve: That's not what I'm thinking right now.
Foley: Maybe what you are thinking is that you should have listened to me a little bit harder when I told you, you shouldn't be messing with me, huh, one-eyed Jack? Isn't that what you're thinking about, huh?
Shawn D.: I can't believe that Duck would say something like that.
Belle: She's his daughter. He knows what she's like. He raised her. He's seen what I've seen.
Shawn D.: Why would he talk to you? Why wouldn't he talk to Gabby? There's no question that he loves her.
Belle: There's no question we're a couple. He knows that we're a family, and he thinks that Gabby is trying to get in the way. She's been working to break us up, and he sees that, in the end, if she isn't stopped, somebody is going to get hurt.
Shawn D.: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Belle: Yes. Yes. So that's why I know that she did not send that letter, and you still want her to go to Australia with us?
Chelsea: You got to say something, Nick. You can't just leave me hanging here. It's either one or the other. Do you think I did all those bad things, or do you think that I'm innocent? Nick, please. Oh, my God. You do.
Nick: Chelsea...
Chelsea: You do.
Nick: Ch--
Dr. Parsons: Fallon.
Nick: Hey, uh, Dr. Parsons. How's it going? Any luck?
Dr. Parsons: We searched the lab -- every nook, cranny, and cabinet. There's not a sign of that hairbrush. It's just not here.
Nick: Wow. That's -- that's bad, huh?
Dr. Parsons: What do you think? I guess I'll just have to call Dr. Hackett and tell him it's missing.
Nick: Yeah. I guess you better go do that... because I don't think that, that brush is going to turn up anytime soon.
Abby: Do you think I care what Aunt Maggie thinks?
Max: You're 18. I'm 24. That makes me too old.
Abby: No, it doesn't.
Max: Too old to be sneaking around to see someone I want to see, Abby.
Abby: Well, then we won't sneak.
Max: Family. You and I both feel the same way. You can't just shut them off. What they say matters.
Abby: I know it matters, Max.
Max: We can still be friends. That's what I want to be, anyway. That's all I can ever be. I've made up my mind.
Abby: No, Aunt Maggie made it up for you. So, what is she, the queen now?
Max: Your mom and dad are in England, so technically, yeah, that makes her the queen. And if she says you should be spending more time with a guy your age, I think she's right. It makes sense.
Abby: Sense?
Max: I think --
Abby: I don't care what you think or what anybody else thinks, but you know what I do think, Mr. Max Brady, car number 9? I think you're one big jerk.
Chelsea: All the people around me that I believed in -- they never believed in me. I guess I'm just not someone worth trusting. Then, again, who is? [Sniffles] My best friend, Abby -- no. She knows about my boyfriend and my mom and doesn't say a word to me. Nick? Unh-unh. He won't even lie to pretend he believes me. Fine. If you guys all want to play that way, I'll show you how it's done. [Cellphone rings] [Beep]
Max: Hello?
Chelsea: Hey. Max, it's me.
Max: Chelsea?
Chelsea: Yeah. Hey, um, listen, I'm kind of in a bind. I'm supposed to be moving into my dad's house, and I was bringing some stuff over, and my car died. I tried everything.
Max: Look, Chelse –
Chelsea: Max, it's just I have to be out of mom's house by the end of today. Do you think there's any way you could, I don't know, come over and lend me a hand?
Max: What the hell? I'll be right there.
Chelsea: Thank you. I promise I will make it up to you. I'll make it worth your while. I'll talk to you soon. Well, Abby, my best friend... let's see how you like feeling betrayed.
Chelsea: What you need is someone who knows as much about life as you do.
Willow: I hope you don't believe everything that people say about me. You just have to give me a second chance, like you gave Chelsea.
Lucas: What do you want, a drum roll?
E.J.: I think we can save the fanfare until I get back with my new bride.
Celeste: The world will be a much safer place because E.J. will be roasting in hell.
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