May 10, 2002
Jax: So, how long exactly were you planning on staying in this position? A year? A day?
Skye: Just let me think.
Jax: Till my arm ossifies?
[Knock on Door]
Skye: Oh! Shh, we're not here.
Jax: Unfortunately, the maids have keys.
Skye: Ugh. Whose bright idea was that?
Jax: The Quartermaines. They own this hotel.
[Jax opens the door]
Jax: Oh, hi.
Rae: Hi.
Skye: Mom?!
Jax: Nice to see you.
Rae: I, I solemnly swear, I will not make a habit of this. I just wanted a quick word with my daughter.
Jax: Oh, please, please, come in. Sorry.
Rae: Thank you. Honey, you know, if, if you were my client, I would probably say encourage your mother to call in advance, remind her that you need your own privacy. Maybe you could suggest a hobby and draw those boundaries. And then, install an electric fence.
Jax: Be a lot easier if you just had breakfast with us.
Rae: Oh, I would love to. I can't. I have to be in Llanview and, and soon. I just came here to say good-bye to you.
Skye: Oh.
Jax: But you'll be back soon?
Rae: Is this guy charming, or what?
Skye: No argument here.
[Jax steps away]
Rae: I'll miss you. And, you know, if you want to call sometime, you know, when you need somebody to talk to, or even just to say hi.
Rae: I love you.
Skye: Well, have a safe trip.
Rae: I will. Ok? Ok. Hey.
Jax: It was nice to meet you, Rae. I'm sure I'll see you again.
Rae: You, too. Bye-bye, you two.
Jax: Bye.
Skye: Well, what do we have here? Ooh, eggs benedict. Ooh, the plate is still warm, they do such a nice one here. And, strawberries. That is just the best part of early summer, don't you think?
Jax: Yeah. You know, we can debate strawberries and early summer, but you could also tell me what's on your mind.
Skye: I wonder if they're imported or local.
Jax: Why don't you ask them?
Skye: Mmm, mmm. Definitely imported. Mm-hmm.
Jax: Skye, seriously, you don't have to pretend there's no problem.
Skye: Something's happening. Something bad.
Jax: What's on your mind, Skye?
Skye: I don't know how I could, I could just let her hug me like that. I used to hate this woman, Jax, before I even knew who she was. I made it my business to hate this woman.
Jax: And now that you know her, you?
Skye: Rae is the last person I would have ever picked on this entire planet to be my mother. When she said good-bye to me just now, I don't know, a part of me was sad. Maybe still is, and when she said, "I love you." I don't know, a part of me was actually touched, affected. And there was this little voice in the back of my head that was actually on the verge of, I don't know, for some reason wanted to...
Jax: You wanted to say, "I love you," back? And that scares you a little bit.
Skye: I am losing it, Jax. I mean it. My identity, you know, the thing that makes me me. All these, these thoughts, these feelings, they can't possibly belong to me.
Jax: Yeah, you're a stranger to yourself.
Skye: Jax, please don't make fun of me. I'm serious, all right?
Jax: Ok. Listen, really, I, I don't think there is any chance that you will ever lose your edge.
Skye: Then what am I doing here, huh? Sitting here, looking into your eyes, pouring my heart out? I am in serious trouble, I am. I have gone all mushy and gushy and soft.
Jax: You know, even if that were true, what's the worst that can happen?
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Skye: You know what I like best about us?
Jax: Tell me.
Skye: Serenity. That's a big word for a drunk, you know, but, but I do. I find serenity just, just being with you.
Jax: Well, I'm glad to hear that.
Skye: It's like I, I feel the sun on my face for the first time, you know. Spring, the smell of it, and like everything's starting over, like the sap in the trees.... Oh, my God.
Jax: What?
Skye: "Sap"? Maple syrup? Sugar? Everything's way too sweet, Jax. I mean it. It's like I'm ininvaded by pod people, and they, they do. They find people like us every Spring, and they invade us, and they turn our insides into sap!
Jax: Hmm.
Skye: I mean it! Oh, huh, well, speaking of sap.
[Courtney walks up]
Jax: Skye, leave it alone, ok?
Skye: No, I swear, I'm not going to, I'm not going to do anything bad. Ooh, hello.
Courtney: What do you want?
Skye: Well, gorgeous day, isn't it?
Courtney: Yeah.
Skye: Thinking of college?
Courtney: So?
Skye: Have you decided on a major?
Courtney: Why?
Skye: Well, I'm just thinking, I don't know, if I had to do it over again, maybe I'd major in Clinical Psych. Try to figure out why people do the things they do, dig into their motives.
Courtney: Whatever.
Skye: Like AJ, for instance.
Courtney: You know what? Don't, don't even try to say anything against my husband.
Skye: Courtney, I do not want to say one bad word about my brother. I happen to love my brother very much.
Courtney: Yeah? Well, you have a really weird way of showing it.
Skye: Well, telling the truth is weird in lots of families, not just the Quartermaines. Maybe yours, for instance.
Courtney: You don't know anything about my family or me, ok? And you wouldn't know the truth if it came up and bit you on the backside. You lied to me about why AJ married me, ok? You barged in uninvited and tried to break us up on our wedding day. In my book, that makes you a total witch. AJ says that you're just neurotic, but...
Skye: Oh, "AJ says," so it must be true.
Courtney: Yeah, that's right.
Skye: AJ's word is gospel?
Courtney: Yeah, every last word. Especially all the bad things that he says about you.
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