Days of Our Lives Transcript Friday 8/17/07 - Canada; Monday 8/20/07 - U.S.A.
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Kayla: Baby needs that, that. All set, little buddy. How are you?
Steve: Hey, baby. You going somewhere?
Kayla: Yeah, the hospital. Roman's being released.
Steve: He's all healed up, huh?
Kayla: Yeah, well, hopefully he's strong enough to go home. So, we won't be long.
Steve: What do you mean, "we"? What are you doing? You taking the baby?
Kayla: Well, yeah. Hope's free. She said she could watch him.
Steve: Why can't the Pocket Man stay here with me? I can watch him.
Roman: All right. Well, thank you for your help, sister-in-law.
Hope: My absolute pleasure.
Bo: Hey, what is the holdup? Didn't you get your fill of jell-o?
Hope: He can't leave until Kayla gets here.
Roman: Mom called, all right? Mom called. Either Kayla gives the okay, or mom moves in with me to play nurse.
Hope: I can't believe you two.
Bo: What, the big bad policeman afraid of his mommy?
Roman: Well, so are you, wise guy. You know damn well she's 98 pounds of tough turkey and beef jerky.
Bo: You're gonna stay here just 'cause ma said so?
Roman: Okay, Braveheart. You give her a call, tell her we're through taking orders.
Hope: Yeah. Yeah. Here, you tell her. Go ahead, call her.
Roman: Yeah, what's the matter there, little brother? You afraid of a little beef jerky?
Hope: Should I dial for you? I'll dial.
Jenna: Thank you.
Stephanie: So, you want the 411 on me and Max?
Chelsea: Yep, every last little detail, and I'm guessing that Jeremy doesn't know, right?
Stephanie: No. He doesn't have a clue, and he can't find out, okay? Promise?
Chelsea: I swear. So, Jeremy's your boyfriend and you and Max are what, like hooking up?
Stephanie: No, I'm with Jeremy. Max is seeing, well... other people. Can we just please just drop it, please?
Jenna: So, all alone, Mr. Max?
Max: Oh, um...all alone.
Jenna: Not tonight.
Max: You know something I don't?
Jenna: Lots of things. Play your cards right and I cross my heart, precious, you'll have a night tonight that you'll never, ever forget.
[Knock on door]
Attendant: Mr. Fallon?
Nick: Hi. What's going on?
Attendant: I was asked to deliver these children to their daddy.
Nick: Whoa, whoa. What's going on?
Attendant: Looks like a family reunion to me. Have a nice evening, sir.
Nick: Whoa, excuse me. Wait, wait, whoa, wait there. Excuse me. I don't understand. Why are they here?
Attendant: The hotel's daycare center closed over three hours ago.
Nick: Well, bring them to their mom, then.
Attendant: Their mother, a Miss China Lee, left us your name in case of emergency. You're the boys' stepfather?
Nick: Technically, kind of.
Attendant: You've married the boys' mother?
Nick: Technically, kind of.
Attendant: Then technically, kind of, they're your children, sir. And I say this from my own experience, tending to them for the last three endless hours -- good luck.
Nick: You can't leave. They don't even know me.
Attendant: Then why are they glued to your leg like two Ritalin-starved pythons?
Nick: Well, ask them. Here, I'll prove it to you. Kids, what's my name?
Attendant: Both: Daddy.
Nick: No, wait. Wait, please, wait. I wasn't well when I married their mother. I had a concussion, all right? We even filed annulment papers.
Attendant: And good luck with it.
Nick: Listen, when she signed those papers, it must have just been a formality or something. There's no way that she actually meant to leave these kids with me.
Attendant: Sir, we are a five-star establishment, but even our service ends at adoption. However, there is one other possibility if you're unwilling to take responsibility for your stepsons.
Nick: What is it?
Attendant: We can call the authorities and have them taken away.
Artemis: No, Daddy, no, no.
Nick: Maybe that's not --
Attendant: Entirely your choice, sir. Let me advise you, however, that feeding time for the hotel's pair of albino tigers begins shortly, and your stepsons have already shown an alarming tendency to lean too far over the railings.
Nick: [Chuckles] Tigers?
Artemis: We want to see the tigers, Daddy!
Nick: Don't tempt me. I'm serious. Don't tempt me.
Artemis: Let's go.
Chelsea: Stephanie, I walk into the suite, the water in the hot tub is practically boiling, and you want to tell me that nothing happened?
Stephanie: I don't know what it was. Neither does Max, and I don't even know how it happened. It just...
Stephanie: More like exploded. Come on, it's Vegas. You know how it is. Your numbers come up, and the bells and the lights start to flash.
Chelsea: And then -- bam -- you're a winner. Got it.
Stephanie: But Max is my uncle.
Chelsea: Not by blood. I mean, he was adopted.
Stephanie: Yeah, and I tried to keep telling myself that. "It's no big deal. He's not family," only he is.
Chelsea: Well, Steph, that didn't seem to stop you the last time you guys got together.
Stephanie: What am I doing? I don't even know who I am anymore.
Max: You know, I've been flying to Vegas all summer, and this is the first time that I've been propositioned.
Jenna: Excuse me?
Max: I didn't mean -- I knew you didn't mean that you were like -- I've had way too many of these.
Jenna: Please, I was just yanking your chain. [Chuckles]
Max: I mean, that's a relief, you know? 'Cause we're here on our own. I mean, why can't we have a drink together and --
Jenna: Shh! I knew right away that you were someone I'd enjoy being with. Hmm, you have the softest lips.
Max: And that is a really nice finger.
Jenna: Nine more where that came from.
Max: I really want you to know absolutely I knew that you weren't --
Jenna: Propositioning you...
Jenna: ...That way.
Jenna: The thing is, what if I really was propositioning you that way, hmm? What then, Mr. Max?
Max: I mean...
Roman: Come on.
Bo: Roman, you can put your phone away.
Bo: I happen to believe ma is right.
Roman: Yeah, and I happen to believe you are as scared of the woman as pop and the rest of us.
Hope: Just tell me, when do you two grow up, huh? Little boys and their mothers.
Bo: Yeah, you tell that to Shawn D. Where are you doing?
Hope: I'm just gonna go see what the holdup is for the paperwork. I'll be right back.
Bo: Okay, you better be.
Roman: You know what I'm thinking? Mom, Kayla, Hope are all determined to take care of me. What the hell is more pathetic than a middle-aged guy on his own?
Bo: A middle-aged guy in a marriage he wishes he can get out of?
Roman: That is a very good point. And besides that, I took a shot more than once. Had the best, why settle for less? No, I'm not going back.
Bo: If you could, would you?
Roman: Well, Doc's with John and Kate's -- I don't know. I kind of get the feeling that maybe that moment's gone.
Bo: Yeah, and what about Anna?
Roman: Anna is with Tony. As a matter of fact, they dropped by for a visit together.
Roman: Tough. I felt like I was back in high school again, man. I wanted to take Tony and that silly accent and just kick the hell out of him, and part of me is very sorry I didn't.
Kayla: Listen, I called Hope. It's all set. Not a worry.
Steve: So you just call her back and tell her I got it.
Kayla: Come on. The baby has been so fussy.
Steve: Hey, fussy is no problem. I can handle fussy. Besides, you said that whatever I don't remember, I can learn on the job. You said that.
Kayla: And you will, too.
Steve: Starting tonight. Now, look, I know I wasn't so hot on this foster-father thing right off the bat, but he's with us. As long as he's with us, the sooner I'm over the hump, the better it will be for all of us.
Kayla: It's all set with Hope. Why don't you just take the night off? You can go to the heart. You can shoot a little pool and have a beer.
Steve: You don't trust me alone with him.
Kayla: It is not that. Look, he has been in a mood. So if you don't feel like going out, you could stay here and set up that swing.
Steve: Sure. I'll put the swing together. Or maybe I will go to the heart, shoot some pool. I could always call Benjy. Maybe he wants to do something. You go ahead and have some fun. I'll see you when you get back.
Kayla: Steve...are you sure you're okay with this?
Steve: Of course I am. What do you think I'd rather be doing, sitting around powdering his butt all night long?
Kayla: You know I love you.
Steve: And I love you, too, sweetness.
Steve: Okay. Say hi to Roman.
Kayla: I will. Okay, buddy. Let's hit the road. Oh, so much stuff all of a sudden.
Bo: I'd have wanted to knock the hell out of Tony, too.
Roman: Yeah, stitches said no.
Bo: Yeah, well, it's more than the stitches that hurt.
Roman: What, are you saying I want to get back with Anna? No, no, no, no. I am keeping my distance. But, I mean, the fact that Tony comes back into town, he smiles, he snaps his fingers.
Bo: The attitude, the accent.
Roman: Yeah, cash up the wazoo.
Hope: All your paperwork's on the way. You'll have to take it from here.
Bo: You leaving?
Hope: Yeah, I have something I need to take care of. I'll catch up with you later.
Hope: Roman, I would cook for you, except you wouldn't want my cooking, trust me. Bo, would you explain? You wouldn't want to eat it. I'll see you later, okay?
Roman: Thanks, Hope. You know, that stuff we were just talking about here, blowing off steam. That's all I was doing, okay?
Bo: Don't you worry about it. You're the rock in this family, man. Tony -- all he worries about is Tony. You're all about family. And we all owe you.
Roman: You owe me nothing. It is about family, and you know that as well as I do. You're the same way. Now, speaking of family and Tony, what about that DiMera family member with Tony's face?
Bo: Andre -- well, we doubled surveillance, and now all we can do is wait.
Roman: Not good at waiting.
Bo: I understand that, but we don't have a choice. Besides, you got to sit around and heal for a week or two.
Roman: Me? Yeah. All right, Mom, Kayla, your wife coming in and out, putting a casserole in the fridge, doing this, doing that. A bunch of chatty women talking, telling me what to do.
Kayla: You know what? If it wasn't for all those women in your life, you'd be eating TV dinners every day.
Roman: I was not talking about you.
Kayla: Oh, sure you weren't. How you feeling?
Roman: Well, I'm gonna feel a lot better once I get back to work.
Kayla: Well, you're not strong enough to go back to work yet.
Roman: Just get me out of here and let me decide whether I get up and do nothing or do something useful.
Kayla: In this case, I am the one that gets to decide. You see, there is this little form from the police department when you get out of the hospital. A doctor needs to sign it to say that you can go back on duty, and you know what? I'm the doctor in that case, and I'm not gonna sign it.
Nick: Oh, wait, stop. I'm sorry. All I know is China -- would you stop it? All I know is China Lee. I don't remember the last name. Well, can you check the register? Please stop it!
Attendant: So I said, "I don't care if you are an Air Marshall, if you grab my arm, I'll report you so fast."
Artemis: Hi. Do you live here?
Attendant: No, sweetie, but aren't you adorable.
Artemis: Do you want to play tag with us?
Nick: Yeah, I'm still here. What? What do you mean there's no China Lee? Hold on one second. Hey, kids, what's your guys' last name?
Attendant: You mean they're not with you?
Nick: No, I'm just kind of taking care of them for now. Kids, what is your mom's last name? It's okay. You can tell me.
Attendant: Well, how about badges for my two pilots?
Artemis: Okay. Can we be the pilot?
Nick: Oh, that's it. My life is over.
Stephanie: I'm so confused. This past year has been awful, and then...I meet Jeremy, and he's going through God knows what right now, and now this thing with Max out of nowhere.
Chelsea: Out of nowhere?
Stephanie: Yes, out of nowhere. Me and Max are ancient history.
Chelsea: Well, doesn't seem that way now.
Stephanie: It was that scuz on the plane hitting on me. Max came to my rescue, and then all of a sudden, it's like something just happened.
Chelsea: Have you talked to Max about any of this?
Stephanie: When? You were there. Jeremy practically walked in on us.
Chelsea: Well, Steph, I guess you just need to figure out what you want and who you want.
Max: So, are you saying you were --
Jenna: Propositioning. Pucker up, Mr. Max -- proposition. And if that was my intention, what might you say?
Max: I'd say that depends.
Jenna: On what?
Max: What you're really up to.
Roman: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. I can't go back to work till you say so?
Kayla: Right. That's what I'm telling you.
Roman: Oh, come on, Kayla. Andre's out there. He's ready to slice any Brady throat. He's hiding this damn leather thingamajig that could be the answer to the end of this feud.
Bo: It's a leather folio.
Roman: Yeah, well, I'm just sorry he was lucky enough to get that from you.
Kayla: I thought André --
Roman: Whoa, whoa, just, you know, keep that under your hat. We don't want people knowing André was in Ireland. Not just yet.
Bo: He was waiting there for Hope and me.
Roman: So I got to get back to work, Kayla.
Kayla: All right. All right, here's my offer -- you can go back, but no going out on calls. Two weeks at your desk, okay? Come on, you say yes to that offer and I will sign this release. If you don't, I'm sure I can find some reason to keep you here till your retirement.
Jenna: Just what is it you think I'm up to, Mr. Max?
Max: I just can't help but thinking that I'm gonna end up paying for this one way or another.
Jenna: Should I be insulted?
Max: Or you have a friend with a blackjack or a tire iron around here somewhere.
Jenna: Violence -- not my style.
Max: Poison in the lipstick, huh?
Jenna: Kill you with my kisses?
Max: That's not a bad way to go, I guess.
Jenna: How about this proposition? Meet me in five minutes over by those elevators. We take a ride. When those doors slide open again on my floor, if you're still feeling paranoid, say the word, I'll step out, doors will close, and you can ride that elevator all by yourself, all day long if you want. Now, how does that sound to you?
Max: That's sounds to me --
Jenna: See you later, elevator.
Stephanie: Decide who I want. I'm in love, Chelsea. You know that.
Chelsea: With who?
Stephanie: With Jeremy.
Chelsea: Stephanie, you think the guy is cheating on you.
Stephanie: I really don't need to listen to this.
Chelsea: Hey, Max may not be steady, but...at least he's a good guy.
Jett: Hey, Chelsea.
Chelsea: Jett, hey. Um...I would love to hang, but I, um, I have to go meet Nick. You know, he's waiting for me upstairs.
Jett: Chelsea, give me five minutes. That's all I need.
Jeremy: Yo, Max.
Jeremy: So, I just talked to Ilsa.
Jeremy: And it's gonna take her a week to get the word out to all the girls. She wants us to swear that we'll fly them out of here without Rawlings or anyone else knowing.
Max: Good. Tell her to get the ball rolling. 'Cause this time next week, those girls will be on their way to what they wanted in the first place -- a decent life.
Jenna: I'm gonna seal the deal with Max. Mmm, yummy. I'll let you know when it's done.
Roman: Okay, dear sister... you got a deal.
Roman: One week.
Kayla: It's two weeks. Come on, desk duty only. You have an injury. If it gets infected, it's gonna be a problem.
Roman: Yes, Dr. Ma'am. Sorry, Dr. Ma'am.
Kayla: Brothers. Believe me, I would way rather be home with my husband right now.
Bo: Pocket -- you didn't bring him with you here today, did you?
Kayla: Actually, I passed him off to Hope right when I got here.
Roman: Why didn't you leave that kid home with Steve, see if Steve could remember what's in the diaper?
Kayla: What's up with you guys? What's so funny?
Bo: We're talking Steve here.
Roman: We're talking Steve home alone with the baby.
Bo: Yeah, I mean, we know why you passed him off to Hope. I mean, at least that way he's got a fighting chance to make it to his first birthday.
Roman: A very small fighting chance.
Adrienne: Hey, brother.
Steve: Hey, Adrienne. What the hell are you, the bookmobile?
Adrienne: No. You read these, and you will be such an expert on parenting Kayla won't even think twice about leaving you alone with any baby.
Steve: Any baby? Look, I've only got the Pocket Man. He's the only baby I have to worry about.
Steve: [Clears throat] "Happy children made easy." That sounds more like a cookbook. Did you make dimples read this?
Adrienne: Are you kidding me? Justin read it cover to cover when Jackson was born.
Steve: Four boys. How the hell did you do that?
Adrienne: Well, you don't have time for an answer now, not if you're gonna get through "parenting tips for the hopeless." Oh, my gosh. This is so great. "Daddy, don't drop me."
Steve: [Laughs] What the -- is that a joke?
Adrienne: No, it's good.
Steve: Who comes up with these titles? Come on, this is not gonna work for me. I'm more of a hands-on kind of dude. You know that, baby. I don't know. I guess I could lock myself up with, uh, "the joy of nursing"?
Adrienne: Oh, my God. One of my favorites.
Steve: Come on. I don't have two weeks to sit around reading books. I got a baby in the house now and a wife who thinks I can't cut it. I need the shorthand version, Adrienne. Come on, let's go. I need fatherhood 101. Let's do it. Let's get cracking. Come on.
Kayla: What's the matter with you two? Of course Steve can take care of a baby alone.
Bo: Yeah, I could see him feeding Pocket. You'll be picking peas out of his nose for the next six months.
Kayla: Well, the baby is hardly old enough already for solid food.
Bo: You think he knows that?
Kayla: Of course he does.
Roman: Well, you better put signs on that baby -- "this end up."
Bo: Locate a supernanny, put it on Steve's speed dial.
Kayla: Okay, fine, fine. You go on with this and I'm gonna tell mom that you will not cooperate.
Roman: Hey, you keep mom out of this.
Bo: If you have all this confidence in Steve, why did you leave Pocket with Hope?
Roman: Well, 'cause she knows Steve will forget he's got a baby and go out for a beer, and he'll be, "hey, dude. I forgot something. I know I forgot something."
Kayla: I don't care. Be that way, both of you.
Bo: Would you relax? You know we love the guy.
Kayla: Listen, Steve is as good a father as either one of you losers has ever been. Even if you don't know it, I do.
Roman: Sis, come on. We love Steve. Come on, we're kidding.
Bo: What just -- what the --
Roman: So, you think we went too far?
Bo: Should we apologize?
Roman: "I don't know, sweetness. I think that little dude crept out of the crib, and he hitchhiked to Memphis, I think."
Kayla: Steve is a great father. He was. He will be. He will. [Cheering, shouting on TV] [Busy signal] I'm just as bad as the rest of them.
Adrienne: Steve, I can't tell you how to be a good father. I've never been one.
Steve: Oh, come on. Don't be a smartass. A good parent, then.
Adrienne: Well, who says that I am? You know what? I'll tell you something. You read all those and it all boils down to one thing -- being the best that you can be in the moment.
Steve: So you go with your gut?
Adrienne: Exactly. With a little common sense.
Steve: [Sighs] I just don't want to damage the kid while he's here with us. You know what I mean? It's that simple.
Adrienne: But you won't. You won't. You just be the best that you can be. It's all just trial and error.
Steve: Well, Kayla won't even give me the trial. How am I suppose to learn anything if she won't leave the kid here with me for an hour?
Adrienne: Well, just start off little by little, then. Ask her if you can take over the afternoon feedings. It's not about chasing after DiMeras and jumping out of airplanes. It's about letting what's already good inside you come out, like it did with Benjy and Max and that little bird with the broken wing. It's about being the kind of father we never had, the kind of father you wanted ever since you were a little boy. Steve, you'll be great, trust me. Better than great.
Steve: You know...that's a really good suggestion, little sister, but, um, I don't really remember what I wished for when I was a kid. I'm just still trying to collect my adult memories, you know?
Adrienne: All right, then, don't look to the past. Look to the future. The best way to let Kayla know that she can trust you is to show her.
Adrienne: Little things, like warm up the bottle before you're asked, try to find a few moments in the day for Kayla to have a little alone time. Just jump in, buddy. Jump in with both feet. And if she gets protective, don't be hurt and don't be angry. Just know that's what mothers do.
Steve: Right, okay.
Adrienne: Steve, tell her how you feel. Share it all with her, moment to moment. Because that's where she's gonna be. She's gonna be in the moment. And remember, she takes her job as seriously as you do, like when you're trying to get information from the DiMeras or when you're trying to help someone after they've been attacked.
Steve: You're really something. You know that?
Adrienne: Kind of runs in the family. Besides, what else are little sisters for, right?
Steve: Come here.
Officer: You guys want snackies?
Officer: There you go. So, I made some inquires regarding Miss China Lee. She's well-known on the strip, it turns out. A real hustler.
Nick: Figures. What else?
Officer: Uh, legal name is Cassandra L. Arvin, no known family, and she's currently under arrest.
Nick: She's in jail?
Officer: For soliciting. There was an outstanding warrant, so she'll have to serve 30 days. Is there anything else the Las Vegas P.D. can do for you, sir?
Nick: Yeah, shoot me.
Officer: Sorry, I missed that.
Nick: 30 days? What the hell am I supposed to do with these kids for 30 days?
Chelsea: We already said everything that we needed to say, Jett.
Jett: Well, maybe you did, but seeing as I might lose my job over telling you the truth.
Chelsea: You might lose your job over this? Seriously?
Jett: Yeah, but that's my problem. Anyway, I just want you to hear me out, if you will just give me five minutes of your time. Please? Look, I'll even set my watch.
Chelsea: Okay, but as soon as it goes off...
Jett: Yeah, I know. You go running up to Nick. Got it.
Chelsea: Okay. Start talking.
Jeremy: Hey, sexy. Sorry it took so long, but, hey, that's business.
Stephanie: How come your business always has to do with other women?
Jeremy: Oh, not that again.
Stephanie: I'm serious, Jeremy. I'm tired of sitting alone at a bar while you're off doing business. How about making me your priority for once?
Roman: Doc, trust me. My sister went all over that thing. She just didn't ink it, so sign it, we'll get out of here.
Doctor: Done. Any sign of fever, though, I need you back. Is that clear?
Roman: Gotcha. Very serious business. I intend to treat it that way.
Doctor: Nurse, Commissioner Brady's all set to go home and climb right into bed. Understood?
Nurse: I'll be back with your wheelchair.
Doctor: Take care.
Bo: Thanks, doc. See ya.
Roman: All right, that paper is signed. The minute we get out of here, we go right to the station.
Bo: Would you give yourself one night off?
Roman: I would if André would. Only he won't, so I can't. The man is coming after me, Bo. He finishes what he starts.
Bo: That's why you refused a guard? You're setting yourself up as bait.
Roman: But this time, I'll be ready.
Bo: Andre plays for keeps, Roman.
Roman: So do I. Bo, I know what the stakes are.
Bo: Yeah, your life.
Kayla: Hey, hey, hey.
Steve: Hey, baby.
Kayla: How are you?
Steve: And baby.
Steve: So, how's Roman and Hope?
Kayla: Everybody is really good. I didn't think you'd be here. Oh, and would you look at that? You put together the swing.
Steve: Yeah, there's only a few parts left over.
Kayla: [Laughs] You know, I owe you an apology.
Steve: What for?
Kayla: I should have left the baby with you. I knew that as soon as I got out the door.
Steve: No, you were just being a mama. You can't fight your instincts. You want to protect the boy.
Kayla: I don't need to protect him from you.
Steve: Why not? You've got your doubts. I got mine. But I also know you got faith in me. Tonight...I'm gonna live up to that...
Steve: ...Starting right now. Now, right inside there is a nice, hot bubbly sake bath.
Steve: Yeah, and I want you to slip down in there and soak it up. I'm gonna get this little dude's bottle ready, and I'm gonna feed him, and then we'll see where we go from there.
Kayla: You really mean that, don't you?
Steve: Of course I mean it. Mamas need breaks, too. Where's that bag? Oh, there we go. Now, I got my break tonight. Now it's your turn. You're gonna get some of what you want.
Kayla: You know what I really want?
Steve: Hmm? You want it, you got it.
Kayla: I'll tell you what. [Clears throat] You feed this little bugger, I'll put him down, and then we'll both get in the tub and relax.
Steve: Sounds good, sweetness.
Kayla: Little bug. No, he's a buggie. Oh, let me see him. Oh, my gosh.
Nick: Is this a joke? Am I being punk'd? Is that what's going on? Are you even a real cop? Are you just a TV cop?
Officer: Calm down.
Nick: I am calm! These aren't my kids!
Officer: Let me call Social Services. They'll take them off your hands.
Nick: Take them where?
Officer: Put them with a foster family. It's not your problem.
Nick: It is my problem. I married China Lee or whatever the hell she's calling herself now, all right, in my right mind or not, and until I get this annulment, these kids are my problem.
Officer: You were scammed, sir. You don't have to put yourself through this.
Nick: If I want to live with myself, I do.
Officer: It's up to you, sir. Well, at least you score a few points with a flight attendant or two.
Nick: Not the right flight attendant.
Officer: Well, good luck, sir. Good night.
Nick: Thank you...officer. [Sighs] All right, junior pilots, this is gonna be our last night in Las Vegas. Tomorrow, we're gonna go to a magical kingdom called Salem.
Artemis: It's a real kingdom?
Artemis: All right!
Nick: Oh, my God. What we do when we get there is anybody's guess. [Sighs]
Chelsea: So, they can fire you because of me?
Jett: Yep. Breaking cover is their number-one sin. Plus, I let you distract me from tracking Jeremy.
Chelsea: I distracted you?
Jett: Yeah, I couldn't help it...or maybe I could, but I didn't want to. Anyway, when I thought I put you in danger, I tried pulling back and I ended up hurting you instead, which was the last thing I wanted to do because I, um, well, I really like you, Chelsea.
Chelsea: Well, I like you, too, Jett.
Jett: Don't you mean you liked me? Past tense? Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I still...you know... [Watch beeping] Okay, well, that's it. Time's up. You better go and --
Jett: Unh-unh, no. Go be with your man. I just wanted you to know.
Jeremy: Sounds like somebody's been talking trash again, Stephanie. Who was it this time, huh? Jett, Chelsea, Max?
Stephanie: I just want you to put me first for once. That's all.
Jeremy: Look, baby, I am your guy, okay? But if you don't know that by now, I really don't know what else to say. This is who I am. When I tell you I'm doing business, that's exactly what I'm doing, Steph.
Jeremy: Look, look at me. Look at me. You were right, okay, about you not coming first ever since we left Dayton. I'm sorry. But I just kind of got mixed up in something.
Stephanie: Yeah, like, um, breaking the law kind of something?
Jeremy: The less you know right now, the better, okay? But I swear to you, Steph, I am dancing as fast as I can to get this cleaned up -- whatever I have to do. And you want to know why?
Stephanie: Yeah, because you don't want to go to jail.
Jeremy: No. Because I don't want to lose you.
Roman: I don't need a damn wheelchair, Bo. I can walk.
Bo: Would you just relax? She'll be back in a second.
Hope: So, how's the patient doing?
Roman: The patient's not patient. Get me out of here.
Officer: Sorry, commissioner.
Bo: Well, since Hope is riding with us, how about we take you back to your place?
Roman: Yes, Bo. Fine, Bo. Let's go, nurse, please.
Hope: He's not very patient, is he?
Bo: No. Arguing the whole way. Hope, hold on a second.
Bo: I know I don't say this often enough, but I am very, very thankful for you. I don't know where or who or what I'd be without you.
Hope: Bo --
Hope: Where is all of this coming from all of a sudden?
Bo: I don't know. I've just been...thinking about us and how lucky we are to share our lives together.
Roman: So, what's going on? Are you guys coming?
Hope: Yes, we're coming.
Roman: Okay, good. And do you mind if on the way home, maybe we stop at a mini mart. I can get me a soup for one.
Bo: Soup for one coming right up, happy bachelor man.
Roman: Thank you very much.
Hope: Happy bachelor man?
Bo: That's being facetious.
Hope: Facetious, huh? You? Facetious?
Hope: Spell it, Brady.
Jenna: I know what I want. I know how I want it. And I want it now.
Jeremy: I'm not in love with any of them.
Stephanie: What did you just say?
Jeremy: I think I just said I'm in love with you.
Shawn D.: Don't choose Philip over me. If you do –
Belle: If I do, what?
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