Edward: I suspected as much.

Skye: Well, you like flowers, don't you, Grandfather?

Edward: Who appointed you Martha Stewart?

Skye: The new arrangement, you mean? What do you think?

Edward: Well, I think it is presumptuous and counterproductive and totally unacceptable.

Skye: Grandfather, we're going to be co-CEOs. I think the office should reflect an atmosphere of, of equality and mutual respect. The new feeling of harmony here at ELQ.

Edward: Save it for the PR department, all right?

Skye: I'm only following Grandmother's wishes.

Edward: Hmm, you are luring me into complacency while you sharpen your knife to stab me in the back.

Jax: Well, this is no way to start a new partnership.

Edward: Thank God you're here. Perhaps you can get through to her.

Jax: I'm not a referee, Edward.

Skye: We don't need one. My grandfather and I are more than capable of forging a working relationship. After all, this is a new beginning, for you, for me, and for ELQ.

Jax: Well, that sounds reasonable to me.

Edward: I should have known. You were the one who orchestrated this mess in the first place when you gave control of those shares to Lila. Oh, God, why did I bother? Excuse me.

Skye: Well, I have work to do, so unless you've come on business...

Jax: The Western Digital deal, the executed contracts, you were right. They, they caved on the final percentages. You got everything you asked for. Congratulations. Well, I guess now you can get back to doing whatever it is that...

[phone rings]

Edward: I'll get it. Yes? Oh. Wait, wait a minute. Hold on. I'll take this in the conference room. I assume you haven't tapped that phone yet.

Skye: Something funny?

Jax: Well, it's just that, you know, this whole "killing Edward with kindness" routine. It's got him completely paranoid. He's too busy looking over his shoulder to take an effective role as CEO. It's a brilliant strategy.

Edward: Helena Cassadine has escaped. They just called from the hospital to notify us.

Jax: Escaped when?

Edward: This morning. They brought her in for surgery, and they should've let her just die in the cell by herself after all the misery that she's caused. Her son killing poor Chloe...

Jax: Excuse me.

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Edward: You barely knew Chloe, did you? She was a lovely girl. She was open and generous. She even had a kind word to say about you. And I tell you, that Helena Cassadine is as guilty as her son for the death of that poor...

Skye: Grandfather, please. You're a heart patient, try to calm down.

Edward: Oh, but just think how much sooner you'll get what you want if I keel over from stress, huh?

Skye: Here, drink this.

Edward: What's this? Hemlock?

Skye: Herbal tea. Shall I taste it first?

Edward: No, don't bother. You have probably already ingested the antidote. Here.

Skye: Ugh, fine. We've wasted enough time already. But you know, it is getting late. You've put in such a full day already, maybe you should go.

Edward: Why are you suddenly so anxious to have me leave the office?

Skye: Fine, stay all night, I don't care. Oh, but since one of my appointments did cancel so suddenly, I think I can make that meeting with Pacific Industries at the PC Grill tonight.

Edward: No, no, no, no, you'll do no such thing. You just sit there and you sip your little tea. If you think you can pull the wool over my eyes this easily, you think again, young lady. I'll get to that meeting myself.