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March
18, 2005 Transcript
"Eat
Your Heart Out, Seth Lane Whitlow"

Alexis:
You don't have to go with me to every prenatal appointment I have,
you know.
Ric:
I just had a couple of questions for Dr. Meadows, that's all.
Alexis:
Yeah, just a couple.

Ric:
Yes, and she answered every one of them, thank you very much. Now
let's get you over to the pharmacy so we can get your prenatals.
Elizabeth:
Oh. Shoot!
Alexis:
Elizabeth looks upset.
Ric:
That's what I was thinking.
Alexis:
You know what? I have to reschedule an appointment. Why don't you
go talk to her?
Ric:
Ok. Just let me know when you're done, all right?
Alexis:
Ok.
Ric:
Hi.
Elizabeth:
I'm just afraid that Emily's taking on too much by helping Lucky.
Ric:
What, do you think she's doing more harm than good?
Elizabeth:
Lucky almost died. He needs a lot of help to get well, and yet he's
fixated on helping Emily. And what he doesn't realize is the best
way to help her is to encourage her to just focus on herself? And
between A.J.'s and Michael's death and Nikolas being in prison,
the girl can't take any more pressure.
Ric:
Right, so you told them both how you feel?
Elizabeth:
For all the good it did. I don't know what to do. I got to get through
to them. I guess I'll just go to Wyndemere every day if I have to.
Ric:
I'd expect nothing less. Listen, Elizabeth -- you are a remarkable
woman, and your friends are very lucky to have you.
Alexis:
I scheduled my next appointment when you wouldn't be in court so
you could bring your list of questions to that one.
Ric:
Oh, good. Well, I appreciate that.
Alexis:
Hmm.
Elizabeth:
How's the baby?
Alexis:
Good! Good, thanks for asking, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth:
Mm-hmm.
Ric:
Well, we should go. I wouldn't worry about it, Elizabeth. I'm sure
everything will work out.
Elizabeth:
Thank you.
[Phone
rings]
Ric:
Oh -- well, it's the office.
Alexis:
Take the call. Go ahead, I'll wait.
Ric:
Ok, I'll -- I'm just going to be right over here.
Alexis:
Ok.
Ric:
Yeah?
Alexis:
He's a slave to that thing.
Elizabeth:
Yeah, I remember.
Alexis:
Hmm.
Elizabeth:
But, you know, with a little work, he can let go -- yeah, and be
spontaneous.
Alexis:
You think?
Elizabeth:
A couple of times, he came into kelly's and he told me I ought to
skip work and he whisked me away to some picnic in central park
-- you know, whatever came to mind.
Alexis:
Hmm. You know, he -- he's capable of surprising me, I guess. I'm
just not very good at it. Nobody would call me too spontaneous.
Elizabeth:
Well, I guess it's your turn to surprise him.
Ric:
Yeah, about 8:00 A.M.

Ric:
Sorry I took so long.
Alexis:
That's ok.
Ric:
We need to get to court. We have to file these briefs for tomorrow.

Alexis:
Forget the briefs.
Ric:
They're due first thing in the morning.
Alexis:
So we'll get up early.
Ric:
Why? What, do you have something else planned for tonight?
Alexis:
I want you to take me for a ride.
Ric:
Ok. So we're parked out in the middle of the pitch-black nowhere,
and I can't see a light for miles.

[Ric
chuckles]
Ric:
Oh. Where is this -- wait. Ok, where is this coming from?
Alexis:
I'm being spontaneous.
Ric:
It's working.

Alexis:
Oh.
[Ric
chuckles]
Alexis:
Hmm. Oh.

Ric:
What -- are you ok?
Alexis:
Yeah.
Ric:
Easy.
Alexis:
Yeah, I'm --
Ric:
Watch it. Watch yourself.
Alexis:
Ow.

Ric:
Are you ok?
Alexis:
Yeah. This was a little easier when I was 16. Ok.
Ric:
You used to park?

Alexis:
Sure -- once. He went to an all-boys school. His name was Seth Lane
Whitlow and he was very handsome. He had blue-green eyes, he was
very tall, and -- and all the girls wanted him --
Ric:
Oh.
Alexis:
But he picked me.

Ric:
Oh, I see. Is this where I'm supposed to get jealous?
Alexis:
He's a boy. You're a man.

Ric:
I'm glad you noticed.
Alexis:
Hmm.
Ric:
Come here. Fasten your seat belt. Going down.
[Ric
hums]

Ric:
First floor, ladies' lingerie.
[Ric
laughs]

Alexis:
My seat or yours?
Ric:
Ladies choice.
Alexis:
Come on over.

Ric:
Ow -- oh. Oh. Nice. Here. Oh, God. You're right -- it was a lot
easier when we were kids.

[Ric
laughs]

Ric:
Oh -- there we go.

Alexis:
Very smooth.
Ric:
Watch it. Eat your heart out, Seth Lane Whitlow.





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