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June 3, 2002
Carly: You can stop worrying about my problems because yours just walked in the door.
Jax: Look, just do me a favor. Leave Alexis alone, ok? [To Skye] Hey. What are you doing here?
Skye: Looking for you. Please stop me before I give in to one of my less-than-sterling impulses and strangle Edward in his sleep.
Jax: Oh. What's the old coot up to now?
Skye: Oh, believe me, you don't want to know all the gory details. Let's just say that when it comes to unconscionable acts, he's really topped himself this time. And when I called him on it, he threatened to get me. My own grandfather, and he really meant it this time. Jax, I am so incredibly angry right now.
Jax: Well, yeah, that's pretty clear. I'll tell you what, why don't I take you to someplace where you can channel all that negativity without hurting any innocent bystanders?
Skye: Ok.
Jax: Come on. Let's go.
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[Skye giggles]
Jax: This way. Here we go.
Skye: Where are we?
 Jax: Why don't you take a guess.
Skye: Ok. Well, considering my mood and my eyes are covered, well, I could probably beat up a pinata right now.
Jax: That's pretty close.
Skye: Oh! Where is everybody?
Jax: Well, you know, I took the liberty of calling ahead to make sure we had the place to ourselves.
Skye: I love it! I love that. A man who knows what to do with his money, unlike the vindictive, conniving, nasty, old goat of a grandfather that I have.
Jax: Ok, this is impulse therapy. Meet "Whack-a-Mole". Ever played it?
Skye: No.
Jax: Ok, these little critters, they pop out of these holes at random, you whack them over the head, you rack up points. They're pretty quick.
Skye: Yeah? Let me at those suckers.
Jax: All right. Have at it.
Skye: All right.
[Machine beeps]
Skye: Ok.
Jax: Oh.
[Skye laughs]
Skye: This is fabulous!
Jax: Feels good, huh?
Skye: Do they all have to be Edward?
Jax: They can be anyone you want.
Skye: Ok. Take that, Monica and Ned! Asa! Max! Blair! Carly! Ooh, and Sonny!
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