Trevor: Hey, Tink. Beautiful day, ain't it? Anytime you want me to start helping you move your stuff back to the condo, you just say when.
Hayley: Huh?
Trevor: Well, you didn't come home last night. I figured you hooked up with Mateo, did a little renegotiating, and did the man-and-wife thing, you know.

Edmund: Yes, make sure Miss English gets the message -- "Edmund Grey has not forgotten the meeting. He will be there." Ok? Thanks.

[Telephone rings]

Edmund: This is Grey, and I'm on my way out.
Dimitri: Uh, yeah. Work or play?
Edmund: Dimitri! Where are you?
Dimitri: Getting ready to come home.
Edmund: Well, it's about time.
Dimitri: Oh, yeah? Why? You need my help fending off the determined Miss Coulson?
Edmund: You don't give up, do you?
Dimitri: I hope not. So, no progress between you and Leslie?
Edmund: She stopped calling. I consider that progress. Is that why you called me -- just to give me a hard time?
Dimitri: All right, all right, I'll stop. How are Sam and Maddie?
Edmund: They're fine. They're fine. Everybody's fine. So, did you finish up what you wanted to do over there?
Dimitri: Yeah, yeah, and I'll tell you all about it when I get back. But in the meantime, why don't you round up the usual suspects and throw me a welcome-home celebration party?
Edmund: A party?
Dimitri: Yeah. Yeah -- Eugenia, Gillian, Brooke, Jack, Mateo, Hayley, even Erica.
Edmund: You're serious?
Dimitri: Will you do it?
Edmund: Yeah, sure. Sure, I guess. What are we talking about here? A sit-down dinner, seven courses?
Dimitri: Nah, nah, nah. Just call over to Center City and get some barbecue from Nellie's.
Edmund: You're kidding.
Dimitri: Hey, it goes well with champagne. I plan on drinking a lot of it.
Edmund: Any hints on what we're celebrating here?
Dimitri: Well, I am out of my head happy, I have good reason to be, and that's all you need to know for now.
Edmund: Oh, well, excuse me. What's our time frame here?
Dimitri: Well, I'd better get back to you after I talk to the pilot. I'm not sure if he's filed a flight plan yet.
Edmund: Ok. I'll wait for your call before I order the barbecue, but I'll tell our friends.
Dimitri: I can't wait to see everyone.
Edmund: I can't wait to see you eat barbecue.
Dimitri: Till then.
Edmund: Hang on, Brooke. I'm on my way.

Janet: Well, everything's set for the grand opening, and I think it's great that the press conference is going to be held here. Don't you think?
Opal: Yeah. Erica thinks so.
Janet: Ooh.
Opal: So, what do you think about my look?
Janet: It's absolutely fab.
Opal: Oh.
Janet: Just don't wig out on me. I know how hair color can affect your personality from experience.
Opal: Yeah, well, I was just hoping that maybe it would help me lift my spirits a little.
Janet: Are you still mad at Erica because she voted with Palmer for the Cortlandt Electronics deal?
Opal: Well, I mean, she has her reasons, and they obviously count more to her than any loyalty to me. It's the way of the world, I guess, huh?
Janet: Look, Opal, I don't think the way Erica voted has anything to do with her personal feelings towards you.
Opal: Well, she is free to make her decisions based on whatever.
Janet: She considers you to be her very best friend.
Opal: I guess there isn't much room for friendship in the business world, then, is there?
Janet: So that's what's got you down, huh?
Opal: Well, I just -- you know, I thought that me and Erica were like sisters -- closer than sisters --

Erica: Hello, hello, hello! Oh! Oh, look at you! Wonderful. Oh, it's so good to see you both. Oh, I love the way you look, both of you, and I think the display looks perfect. And the Glamorama -- I mean, fabulous. Opal, I love -- love the Glamorama, and pretty soon everyone in the whole world is going to love it, too.
Opal: Yeah. Well, that's great.
Erica: It was very sweet of you, Opal, to let me launch my new product line here. It really was -- to be part of your grand opening.
Opal: Well, that's so -- sweet.
Erica: Opal, you have no idea how much this means to me.
Opal: Well, if the setting helps, that's all that matters.
Erica: Now, of course not. There's something else that matters much, much more.
Opal: What's that?
Erica: If you could find it in your heart to forgive me.

Vanessa: Oh, Palmer. It's so sensible of you to surround yourself with some of your finer things. Sugar?
Palmer: Oh, no. No, thank you. Well, hotel rooms are -- they're impersonal enough without abandoning all the amenities that one is accustomed to.
Vanessa: Truer words were never spoken. Oh, but I do find room service this morning somewhat liberating.
Palmer: Oh, yes, yes. Well, granted, there's much more privacy in a good hotel room. One doesn't have to put up with all that household staff nattering about who the master spent the night with.
Vanessa: The entire evening.
Palmer: Yes.
Vanessa: Oh, discretion is a plus, isn't it?
Palmer: Yeah.
Vanessa: Jam or butter?
Palmer: Well, actually, it's the cornerstone of the good life.
Vanessa: Hmm.
Palmer: Jam.
Vanessa: Ah.
Palmer: And, of course, the pleasure of a beautiful woman's company.
Vanessa: Oh, you know, I never imagined that our dinner last night would turn into such an exquisite night.
Palmer: Entirely pleasurable.
Vanessa: Mmm. I feel so relaxed this morning.
Palmer: Yes, well, so do I. Unfortunately, I've got to get to the office. Business.
Vanessa: Oh. Oh, well, I will finish my coffee, and then I will get dressed.
Palmer: No, no, no. You just take your time.
Vanessa: Hmm.

[Water runs]

[telephone rings]

Vanessa: Hello.
Donald: Hello, Vanessa. Where's my money?
Vanessa: Donald, how dare you call me here.
Donald: It's where you are, it's where I call. You got my money?
Vanessa: You just asked me for it last night. How could I possibly --
Donald: I told you the clock is ticking. Now, get me the money, or the world gets to see Erica Kane's before pictures.
Vanessa: Even you can't be that despicable.
Donald: Spare me the ethics lecture, all right? The world is itching to see Erica as Scarface. I don't know why I bother to call you. I should just start taking bids, huh?
Vanessa: No. No. Now, wait, Donald. You can't -- you can't.
Donald: Yeah? Hey, just watch me, all right? You only care about your son finding out that you swiped those photos from his office -- a crime that you could do time for if sonny boy is so inclined.
Vanessa: Look, Donald, be reasonable now. Please.
Donald: Yeah, I just love hearing you beg. I really do. But I want that money in my hand, Vanessa. And a word of warning -- if those pictures surface, yeah, you can just scuttle your plans to bag the Cortlandt guy, too, ok?
Vanessa: Well, I need more time. You're going to have to give me more time.
Donald: There's no time to give.
Vanessa: Pl
ease, Donald. Please. Donald: No, "Please, please." I'll give you 45 minutes.
Vanessa: For-- that's not enough.
Donald: That's all you get.
Vanessa: I'm going to be ruined.
Donald: Uh-huh. Count on it!
Vanessa: Oh. Palmer. Can't ask him for the money. He'd a too many questions. Unless, of course, he never knew he had loaned me the money.

[Vanessa starts looking through Palmer's pockets]

[Water stops running]

Palmer: Looking for something?
Vanessa: I was going to send this to the dry cleaners. It seems like the wine left a little mark last night.
Palmer: No need for you to bother with that. The hotel has a very excellent valet service.
Vanessa: Well, you're not going to trust this to the hotel service, are you? Not if I have anything to say about it. I mean, really. A fabric like this can be so easily ruined with incompetent cleaners.
Palmer: You get so excited about the most peculiar things.
Vanessa: But the horror stories I can tell you.
Palmer: Well, I mean, mistakes can be made, that's right, but we're not in the wilds of Kurdistan.
Vanessa: I know, but one must be ever vigilant. You know, wherever I am, I find the finest cleaners available. And, you know, I noticed one down the street, two blocks away, that does the French method.
Palmer: If it'll make you happy.
Vanessa: It will! Now, check your pockets.
Palmer: Yeah. Let's see. Uh-huh. Got it. Got any plans for this morning?
Vanessa: Oh, as a matter of fact, I've got a million things to do. Never enough time to do them all, you know. But I'm going to be dressed and out of your hair before you know it.
Palmer: No, no. There's no need for you to hurry.
Vanessa: No, no, really. I do -- I have a list a mile long.
Palmer: Well, how about adding dinner tonight with me on that list, hmm?
Vanessa: Oh, I would love that.
Palmer: Good. Well, I'll be around to pick you up around 7:00.

[Door closes]

Vanessa: Amateur. You had Palmer right in your hands, and you're trying to steal money from him. Might as well walk the streets of Marseilles. Where the devil can I get that kind of hush money for Steele? There's only one person I know who's got that kind of cash.

Jack: So you actually interviewed Prime Minister Tony Blair?
Brooke: Could you try and not act so surprised?
Jack: No, I just --
Brooke: Really.
Jack: What's he like?
Brooke: Well, he's very compassionate. He's focused. He's tireless. I don't know -- an accurate description? He's a practical idealist.
Jack: My, my. Sounds like the Prime Minister made a bit of a conquest, huh?
Brooke: I wrote a very objective article --
Jack: I'm sure.
Brooke: But, no, he's a very charismatic man. He really is.
Jack: Yeah, he is. Well, I guess he'd have to be to be a successful politician these days, huh?
Brooke: Well, yes, exactly. And I'll tell you -- he loves a challenge. I mean, when people question him, he enjoys it. He is so humble. You're not going to believe this. I stumbled on the carpet at 10 Downing Street.
Jack: No.
Brooke: But he was so nice. He said, "Don't worry about that. I do that 10 times a day." I'm talking a mile a minute. I'm sorry. Is that why you're staring?
Jack: Was I staring?
Brooke: Well, I invite you for breakfast, and I don't let you get a word in edgewise.
Jack: Well, Brooke, if I was staring, it's because you look spectacular. And if I haven't said anything, it's because I've been enjoying listening to you.
Brooke: Oh. You have?
Jack: Yeah. I missed you. A lot.

Trevor: Hey, hey. Here you go.
Hayley: Thanks. Look, you better take off.
Trevor: What, and leave you here to drown my furniture? No way.
Hayley: You're going to be late.
Trevor: But I just got a bunch of paperwork. Please.
Hayley: I'm sorry.
Trevor: So, what -- what's going on? What happened?
Hayley: I'm so stupid.
Trevor: What?
Hayley: I really thought that this could all work out, you know, and then -- that we would be ok. But it's not ok. Oh, God. It's over.
Trevor: Over? What's over?
Hayley: Mateo and me.
Trevor: Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No way.
Hayley: He was so angry. I've never seen him so angry.
Trevor: Ok, so he --
Hayley: He wouldn't listen to me. He was irrational.
Trevor: A fight.
Hayley: No. He poured me a shot of vodka.
Trevor: Yeah. He what?
Hayley: That's what I'm telling you. This was huge. I said everything all wrong, and he completely overreacted.
Trevor: What could be so big that he'd start pouring you drinks?
Hayley: He was -- he was so cold and scary and final. He was very, very final.
Trevor: About what?
Hayley: Everything. He never wants to see me again.
Trevor: Yeah, I'm hearing it, but I don't believe it.
Hayley: He wants it all to be over -- our marriage, our future, S.O.S., Everything.
Trevor: Tink, there's got to be something wrong here. He must have his wires crossed.
Hayley: Because he found out that I kissed Ryan, my whole world is crashing.
Trevor: You what? You what? What did you just say?
Hayley: Come on. Not you, too.
Trevor: You kissed Ryan Lavery?
Hayley: Don't be a caveman, Uncle Trev.
Trevor: You kissed Ryan Lavery?
Hayley: Yes, I kissed him! But it didn't mean anything the way everybody seems to think it means.
Trevor: Aw, Tink.
Hayley: Don't say --
Trevor: No wonder Mateo's pouring you shots.
Hayley: It was meaningless.
Trevor: No. No, no, not to a man, it ain't. I don't know how I can explain this to you.
Hayley: Clearly.
Trevor: If you got to deal with a man like you got with Mateo, a kiss is over the line. It means that you're thinking about leaving. Or you already left.
Hayley: It was a two-second brush of the lips that meant nothing.
Trevor: To you, maybe, but obviously not to Mateo.
Hayley: Obviously.
Trevor: How did this happen?
Hayley: I was in a funk, you know? I was just -- or worse than a funk. You could have scraped me off the basement floor.
Trevor: When did it happen?
Hayley: The fourth of July. The fireworks -- I just had to get away, you know. I had to get away from S.O.S. And from looking at Mateo with Raquel and Max and the booze and all the happy people.
Trevor: And Ryan just followed you to the beach?
Hayley: He was afraid I was going to do something stupid.
Trevor: Well, were you going to do something stupid?
Hayley: I don't know! I just had to get away. I -- I went into the water because I was thinking -- I don't know what I was thinking. Like everything was so fuzzy.
Trevor: Were you drinking?
Hayley: No, I wasn't drinking. Ryan just came looking for me because he was worried about me.
Trevor: And that's all?
Hayley: Yeah. He's my friend, Uncle Trevor. He came to get me because he just -- he wanted to hold my hand and make sure that I was ok and try to keep me from falling apart, you know.
Trevor: Yeah, yeah, I see.
Hayley: No, you don't see. Because if you saw, you wouldn't be looking at me like you're looking at me!
Trevor: I'm seeing this guy comes to hold your hand, and all of a sudden he plants his mouth on your mouth?
Hayley: That's not how it was.
Trevor: Ok, so, what happened? He tripped and he was falling forward, you couldn't stop him, so you gave him the old lip brake? Is that it?
Hayley: Nobody planted. Nobody gave anybody lip brakes. Ok? We were talking one minute and kissing the next, and then it was over.
Trevor: Right.
Hayley: It was two seconds, Uncle Trevor. It was two seconds, and it was like -- it never should have happened. I mean, it hardly happened when it did happen, and then it was forgotten!
Trevor: I don't buy it, and neither do you.
Hayley: Were you there?
Trevor: No, I wasn't, but I didn't have to be there.
Hayley: Look, it was a stupid thing to do, all right? I know it, Ryan knows it, and believe me, we're both sorry for it. But I am not going to beat myself up about this anymore!
Trevor: I'm not asking you to.
Hayley: I am not some sweet angel who always does what's best. I never have been. So excuse me if I freak out one night for about two seconds. I think Mateo should cut me some slack because, my God, I do it for him.
Did I freak out when his other wife from some marriage I never knew about showed up on our doorstep?
No.
And did I freak out when all of a sudden this union of theirs produced a child?
No.
Raquel and Max have single-handedly stripped me of all of my hopes and dreams with Mateo. So why can't Mateo see that?
Trevor: All Mateo is seeing is you making out with another guy who might be --
Hayley: I did not make out with him!
Trevor: You kissed another guy.
Hayley: It wasn't that kind of kiss, Uncle Trev.
Trevor: A kiss is a kiss.
Hayley: There are all kinds of kisses, ok?
Trevor: And none of them are going to go down with Mateo feeling the way he feels about you. For him, that -- that kiss was a betrayal. Can't you see that?
Hayley: Look, I didn't sleep with Ryan.
Trevor: You might as well have.

Brooke: What exactly did you miss the most?
Jack: Well, I can tell you exactly what I missed the most -- I missed not knowing what was going to come rolling through my door.
Brooke: What do you mean? Me or the motorcycle?
Jack: You. You, kiddo. Absolutely you -- you and that zany, unbalanced quality.
Brooke: Oh, yes, that's me. Yes, that's why I absolutely never miss a deadline.
Jack: Oh, I'm not saying you're not responsible. You're extremely responsible. But let's face it -- you go to any lengths to make that deadline, uh-huh.
Brooke: Yes.
Jack: Yes.
Brooke: Guilty as charged.
Jack: Very good.
Brooke: Yes.
Edmund: Sorry I'm late, folks.
Jack: Hey.
Edmund: Hey, Jack.
Brooke: Oh, hey, it's ok. We started without you.
Edmund: I can see that. How's it going? Good?
Jack: Good, good. Cruising right along.
Edmund: Great. And you.
Brooke: Hmm?
Edmund: Everybody at "Tempo's" glad you're back.
Brooke: I wasn't gone that long.
Edmund: Well, it seemed like it.
Brooke: Oh.
Edmund: Maybe you do deserve another assistant.
Brooke: Oh, see. Now you appreciate how much I do.
Jack: No, you know what we should do? We should clone this one. But I get the wild one.
Edmund: The what?
Brooke: Never mind. Stop it.
Jack: No, thanks.
Edmund: Um -- speaking of wild, Dimitri just called me.
Brooke: Oh, is he still in Europe?
Edmund: Yeah, he is, but he's about to fly home, and he wants me to gather the troops together for a party.
Jack: A party?
Edmund: Mm-hmm.
Brooke: Dimitri wants a party?
Edmund: Yeah. He's got a miraculous surprise he wants to announce in front of all of his good friends.
Jack: Maybe he's bringing Anton back.
Brooke: Is it a business merger that he closed or something when he was in London?
Edmund: Uh -- no. London? He's in Budapest.
Brooke: Well, maybe now, but I saw him in London.

Janet: I'm just going to go out to the van to make sure I didn't forget anything.
Erica: No, Janet. Please don't go. Please.
Janet: This is really between you and Opal. I have to make sure that I've got all the goodies I've brought to feed the press. You don't want them to eat you up, right?
Erica: No, but if anybody understands the concept of forgiveness, you know it's you.
Opal: We don't have to go through this, Erica. We already hashed out what happened at the board meeting.
Erica: Yes, but you haven't forgiven me.
Opal: So, don't worry about it.
Erica: Well, of course I'm going to worry about -- Opal, come sit down with me, please. I'm going to worry about this every day, all day long, for as long as it takes for me to convince you. I didn't mean to hurt you, Opal. Opal, I love you.
Opal: Yeah, well, everybody loves everybody, Erica. We write it on notes and Christmas cards -- "I love you."
Erica: Well, some of us mean it, Opal. And at that means with us is that, look, there is just an attachment that keeps on going whether or not we're talking to each other. It means we're always, you know, wondering what each other's doing or thinking or feeling. It means I admire you.
Opal: Oh, right. Yeah, Miss Celebrity, never has a hair out of place, is just adoring of my creative outfits, just asking her dressmaker to copy them right and left.
Erica: Now, you know how much I admire your creative outfits. But of course I'm not going to ask my dressmaker or anybody else to copy you. I couldn't copy you. You're an original. You're one-of-a-kind fabulous.
Opal: Is that a word?
Erica: There, you see? You make me laugh. You make me laugh at myself. You make me laugh at the world. I love the way you put spins on things and the way you speak your mind. I'm just so glad you came into my life, Opal. And I'm just going to fight till my dying breath to make sure that you stay in it.
Opal: Well, that's a little extreme, don't you think?
Erica: Yeah, some people think I'm extreme. But I mean every word of it. Now, you've done everything you can to prove to me that you're my friend. What can I do, Opal? What can I do to prove it back to you?
Opal: Well, don't vote for Palmer Cortlandt, for starters.
Erica: Opal, I told you. I really thought that was the right thing to do. I respect you. I want what's best for you and Petey. But it wasn't Cortlandt Electronics, Opal. It really wasn't. Be my friend, Opal. I'm going to be yours for the rest of my life, you know, whether you ever speak to me ever again. Opal, I've lost my mother. I can't lose my best friend, too. I love you, Opal.

David: What do you want now?
Vanessa: Is that any way to greet your mother?
David: Again -- what do you want?
Vanessa: All right, David. I do want something. I need something.
David: How much?
Vanessa: Do you think this is easy for me?
David: Do you think I care?
Vanessa: I would never have bothered you if it wasn't absolutely necessary.
David: Breaking a nail is a major crisis for you, mother. Forget it. You're not getting a dime from me.
Vanessa: Just 10,000.
David: No. Not a nickel.
Vanessa: David, if I don't get this money, it is going to make a major dent in your life and mine as well.
David: The only dent at I see might happen is in this door if you don't get out of here fast enough.
Vanessa: David, if I don't get that money very quickly, something dreadful, really dreadful, is going to happen.
David: You know, I get so tired of your predictions of doom and gloom. But let me say this again -- I don't care!
Vanessa: Really? Well, it's not what's going to happen to me, my dear. It's what's going to happen to Erica.

Janet: Well, now that you two have worked through your differences --
Erica: Yes, we have.
Janet: Erica, tell us about this new cosmetic line.
Erica: Oh, gladly. It's called The Veil.
Janet: Mm-hmm.
Erica: And it is a therapeutic blend of healing agents and foundation.
Janet: So you look good while you recover.
Erica: Exactly. Exactly right. Because it's full of vitamins and nutrients, and it actually restores the skin, and it just heals the scar. It makes it go away, diminishes it altogether.
Janet: Well, it's certainly proven itself in you.
Erica: Thanks.
Opal: Boy, that is for sure. You look absolutely flawless, honey.
Erica: Thanks.
Opal: It's just the perfect thing for our grand opening. I mean, my customers are going be just scooping this stuff up.
Erica: Yeah.
Opal: You know, it was that doctor in Brazil that made the formula.
Janet: Oh.
Erica: It was. It was Dr. Fascinella. I mean, he actually was, you know, playing around with this concept before I ever came onboard. But then, you know, we helped him refine the whole idea. We gave him our marketing know-how and, of course, the Enchantment label.
Opal: Your endorsement.
Erica: Yes, yes, all of that.
Janet: Well, let the dollars roll in.
Opal: Yeah, you said it.
Janet: Is David getting a piece?
Erica: Well, no. Why would he? He had nothing to do with it.
Opal: Well, that's good.
Erica: Why do you say that?
Opal: Well, that guy is a slimy snake. The farther he stays from you, the better off I like it.
Janet: But he was with Erica during her surgery in Rio.
Opal: That's true. I was wondering about that.
Erica: Well, David is my cardiologist.
Janet: I heard you had dinner with your cardiologist at the Valley Inn the other night.
Erica: You did?
Janet: And there was dancing involved, too.
Erica: Well, I mean, I don't really think that's all that unusual, unless these poor, pathetic local gossips are trying to make something out of it.
Opal: Well, do they have something to make out of it? I mean, are you -- are you getting sweet on this guy?

David: What do you mean, something terrible could happen to Erica? What?
Vanessa: It's that despicable Donald Steele. He's threatening to expose something that could damage Erica very, very deeply. Expose it to the public.
David: Unless you pay him off? What does he have?
Vanessa: I don't know. But he's going to sell it to the highest bidder unless I come up with enough money to stop him.
David: Why would he come to you?
Vanessa: Because he knows I'm Erica's friend.
David: Or because you're involved?
Vanessa: Oh, how could I possibly be involved, David?
David: I hate to think.
Vanessa: David, I swear to you, I am only doing this to help Erica.
David: What, do you think I'm an idiot? Steele is blackmailing you because you're up to your eyeballs in something. Where is he?
Vanessa: I have no idea. Where are you going?
David: I'm going to find Steele, and I'm going to put the fear of God in him.
Vanessa: But, David, all he's going to listen to is the sound of money.
David: I wouldn't be so sure. And a word of warning, Mother -- if I found out that you had anything to do with this, you're going to wish that you were never born.

Hayley: How can you equate kissing a guy with having sex with him? It's nuts.
Trevor: Yeah, but that's the way a guy's brain works.
Hayley: Not Mateo.
Trevor: Yes, Mateo and every other mother's son.
Hayley: No way.
Trevor: Well, excuse me. Are you not here and Mateo is somewhere else?
Hayley: It has nothing to do with a kiss. Love doesn't work like that.
Trevor: Oh, yeah? Let me tell you a little story about a winter I had in the Congo, ok? Sit down, sit down.
Hayley: Oh, God, not a Congo story. Is this a blood-and-glory story about when you were a mercenary?
Trevor: Of course it is. What else would I have been doing in the Congo? Anyway, anyway, there was this incredible nurse at the field hospital. Ellie. And we were working on a lot of different levels, and everything was just moving along perfect until -- well, I caught her making out with Doug, this Aussie, who was my best friend at the time.
Hayley: What happened?
Trevor: Well, it broke my heart, and I took the first canoe I could find and shot it upriver and wound up having a fever that -- well, my brain was exploding.
Hayley: What about Doug, the Aussie?
Trevor: Well, he came looking for me, but he couldn't find me because I didn't want to be found. All I wanted to do was die. Of course, I didn't die.
Hayley: That amazes me -- a big, strapping guy like you all bent out of shape because your girl was kissing some guy?
Trevor: This was a war zone. Emotions were very intense. This wasn't just some girl. It was the girl. We were making plans, the whole nine yards.
Hayley: What happened?
Trevor: Ellie and I went kaput.

Edmund: You couldn't have seen Dimitri in London.
Brooke: I did see him. I mean, it was just for a minute. He was getting into a cab. I called him. It was too late, but --
Edmund: Brooke, he went straight to Budapest. He's been there ever since.
Brooke: Well, then, who did I see who looked exactly like Dimitri?
Jack: Oh, my God. Brooke: Oh, no.
Jack: Dimitri's got an evil twin.
Brooke: Ha-ha. Laugh if you like. I'm going to ask him. He will confirm it for me when he gets back.

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Edmund: Hold on. Yep, that's for me. Excuse me. I've got to make a call.
Brooke: Mm-hmm.
Jack: See you later.
Edmund: Yeah.
Jack: Well, Dimitri certainly likes to be the man of mystery, doesn't he?
Brooke: A miraculous surprise sounds very cryptic.
Jack: Yes. Any educated guesses on your part?
Brooke: I don't think it's business.
Jack: Summoned to Wildwind to celebrate a business merger.
Brooke: You know what would be fantastic? If he was able to recover Gillian and Eugene's fortune. Wouldn't that be --
Jack: Well, now, buying back a castle -- that would qualify as a reason to have a party, yes.
Brooke: If that were the miracle, that would be a good one.
Jack: Yes. But the bottom line is we have a party to go to. Now, my question to you -- would you like to make it a date?
Brooke: Yes, I would.

Palmer: Oh. You forget something?
Vanessa: No, Palmer, but I have been thrust into a terrible situation.
Palmer: Get in here now. Come on. What's -- what happened?
Vanessa: Palmer, I'm desperate.

Erica: Just because I danced with someone I'm sweet on him? That's ridiculous.
Opal: Well, it sure looks like you're doing a pretty good job of dancing right now.
Erica: Oh, I see. You mean because I'm not telling you what you want to hear from me.
Janet: Well, it wouldn't be the first time a patient developed a crush on her doctor.
Erica: I do not have a crush on Dr. David Hayward.
Opal: Oh, sure, you don't.
Erica: Opal, I really -- well, ok. Looks like we're on, girls.
Opal: All right.
Janet: Come on in, everyone.
Erica: Yes, yes. Welcome, everyone. Welcome to the Glamorama. Oh, it's wonderful to see you here. This is the official opening.
Opal: Yeah!
Erica: Opal Cortlandt has been kind enough to allow me to launch my brand-new line of cosmetics called The Veil right here.
Reporter: What's with the new cosmetics?
Second reporter: This place is gorgeous. Do we get a tour?
Opal: Oh, yeah, absolutely. After the press conference.
Erica: Yes, and I will answer any questions you have at that time. But why don't we take the pictures first?
Reporter: Ms. Kane, over here.
Erica: Yes.
Reporter: Can we also get a shot with Erica and Ms. Cortlandt?
Erica: Of course. Opal: Thanks. Hmm. Oh! Boy, flashbulbs going off.

Jerry: Look, whatever happens in there, you keep rolling. I want tape on all of this.
Cameraman: On a product launch for makeup? To think I went in hock for a degree so I could tape infomercials.
Jerry: Hey, trust me. This is going to be way better than any infomercial.

Hayley: You left the jungle together?
Trevor: No. Not as a couple, no.
Hayley: All because you saw her kissing your pal.
Trevor: Well, I couldn't get past it. I mean, every time I closed my eyes, that's all I was looking at.
Hayley: So, what are you telling me -- that Mateo and me are finished?
Trevor: No. No, no, no. You and Mateo are totally different from me and Ellie. You guys -- you got to the altar. You got a business together. You got a future together.
Hayley: Then why are you wasting my time with this Ellie/jungle story?
Trevor: I'm just trying to get you to see how a guy's brain works, what goes through his mind.
Hayley: Which is what? Dump her?
Trevor: No. Mateo is different than I was back then. He loves you more than he loves breathing. That's why he's spitting fire.
Hayley: Well, I feel the same way about him.
Trevor: Well, you should. I mean, if there was a gold medal for putting up with stuff, you guys would have won it a long time ago.
Hayley: Yeah, you'd think we'd be fireproof by now.
Trevor: Mateo is a very complicated guy. He's got a lot of mores ingrained in him since, well, when he was a kid.
Hayley: Don't give me that "Mateo is Hector" machismo nonsense. It's not going to fly. You can't convince me that Mateo would ever revert back to that -- although I will say that he did sound rather Hector-like last night.
Trevor: Well, it's natural for a guy to get ballistic when the woman he loves is cozying up to another guy. Now, I'm not saying it's the right way to go, but I sure can get with it. I can understand it.
Hayley: Because of Ellie?
Trevor: No. No. Because he's a guy and the brain is wired differently.
Hayley: But Mateo knows how much I love him.
Trevor: Yeah. And you got to know how much he loves you. Look, when -- when Raquel first blew into town, how did you react? I mean, knowing that she had had him first?
Hayley: I admit I was rather nauseated at the sight of them together.
Trevor: Then?
Hayley: Then I should understand how Mateo feels about Ryan.
Trevor: Yeah, you should.
Hayley: The difference is, is that I never exploded, never started issuing ultimatums or pronouncements.
Trevor: It's that brain wiring thing again. It -- look, did you ever see Raquel kiss Mateo?
Hayley: No, I didn't.
Trevor: And if you had?
Hayley: I would have made a scene.
Trevor: So, can you give Mateo a little space, let him think about things a little, and then talk to him?
Hayley: Uncle Trevor, he doesn't want to talk to me.
Trevor: Yes, he does. He's not going to let the best thing that ever happened to him in his life just go right through his hands. He's not going to kick it out.
Hayley: Talk to him.
Trevor: That's the only way things get worked out.

Palmer: Well, I can't allow that scoundrel Steele to traumatize Erica.
Vanessa: He is evil. I mean, he's just driven by greed.
Palmer: Yes. Well, if he'd come to me, I'd have fed him to the Dobermans.
Vanessa: That's why we have to stop him. Palmer, look, Erica's giving a press conference today, and I'm afraid he's going to use the occasion to do as much damage as possible. And, Palmer, I just don't have that kind of money, not readily available. Palmer, would you please -- could you loan me the money?
Palmer: Of course, of course. When does he want it?
Vanessa: Well, in 45 minutes.
Palmer: What?
Vanessa: That was 30 minutes ago.
Palmer: Where is he?
Vanessa: He's right downstairs waiting for me at the bar.
Palmer: Come on.

Erica: The special formulation of natural healing agents plus herbs really hastens the patient's recovery from any plastic surgery -- well, also from any scarring.
Reporter: Wait a minute. Ms. Kane, are you saying that this product --
Erica: The Veil.
Reporter: The Veil -- helps conceal scars and helps heal them?
Erica: That's right. I couldn't have said it better.
Reporter: Who was the doctor who operated on you?
Erica: Dr. Eduardo Fascinella. He's the top plastic surgeon in all of Brazil -- in fact, I would say in all of the world. And it's actually his formula that Enchantment has used --

Jerry: Excuse me. Fellas, excuse me. Ms. Kane, would you care to comment on some photos of you that I've just received?
Erica: Well, Mr. Reeves, there are thousands and thousands of photographs of me out there. I mean, I even have my own web site.
Jerry: Well, these aren't off your web site.
Erica: I know they've even started selling stills of me. I couldn't possibly keep up.
Jerry: Well, I think you'd want to keep up with these. These photos were taken of you --

[reporters gasp]

Jerry: Immediately following the car crash where your face was disfigured but before your plastic surgery down in Rio. And we can see in living color just what you were hiding behind that Zorro mask.
Erica: Where did you get this picture?
Jerry: That doesn't matter, lady. The point is I got them.

[Reporters murmur]