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July 7, 1998
Chris: Mr. McHenry, thanks for coming down so late.
Mr. McHenry: A car that expensive, we service day
and night. I'm sorry you don't want to keep it.
Chris: Oh, it's not that. It's I....can't afford the
payments.
Mr. McHenry: Jump the gun a bit, did you?
Chris: It's a hot car. Tell them the first-level parking
garage right near the entrance. You can't miss it. Maybe next year.
Mr. McHenry: Maybe.
Eve: You know what? I can't tell really who's more
pathetic: me for losing Scott or you for blowing the Quartermaine.
Chris: Well, that would have to be me because it was
my fault I lost the Quartermain, but you didn't mean to hurt Scott's daughter.
Eve: Yeah but I lost him anyway.
Chris: Well, I am moving up on the Port Charles Police
department's list of murder suspects.
Eve: Is your name above or below mine?
Chris: Hmm.......from Garcia's belligerent attitude,
I would have to say above.
Eve: Okay. You won. You are more pathetic.
Chris: What's my prize?
Eve: A new notepad. Did you write that death threat?
Chris: No, I didn't. The most I've ever said to Lark
Madison was 'take this to the lab'. Eve: Well, Matt seems to think that
it wasn't intended for Lark. He thinks that it was really intended for
him and that person.
Chris: Yeah, well, if it was a mistake, it wasn't
mine.
Eve: Yeah. I can't imagine why Matt would think that
it was you. You know, you'd never stoop to kneecapping your enemies.
Chris: That's right. I can do much better than a poisoned
pen letter in a back pack.
Dr. May: Dr. Lambert?
Eve: Yes?
Dr. May: I've been looking all over for you.
Eve: Oh, is somethign wrong?
Dr. May: In private please. I have terrific news for
you.
Eve: Oh, good. Well, I could use some good news for
a change.
Dr. May: the board has awarded you the Quartermaine
residency. Congratulations.
Eve: You--you're kidding.
Dr. May: No, I'm not. Your dedication to your patients
and your hard work are exemplary. You deserve it.
Eve: Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh thank you, Dr. May:
Thank you. Oh my--nothing like this has ever happened to me before! Oh,
thank you. Thank you. Ooh. I won the Quartermaine!
Chris: Well, I guess if it had to go to someone, it
might as well be my roommate. Congratulations.
Eve: You're a sport.
Chris: Well, at least this way I still have access
to the funds and it's always more fun spending other people's money.
Eve: Try it and your arm gets amputated at the elbow.
Chris: Come on. Buy me a martini across the street.
You owe me.
Eve: Hmm......well, ok. I guess I could donate one
martini to the 'most pathetic' fund.
Chris: Ok.
Eve: Besides, I could use the celebration.
Chris: Look, I need to make a phone call real quick,
so wait here and don't get mugged.
Kevin: I just heard the word 'celebration'. What's
the occasion?
Eve: I won the Quartermaine.
Kevin: You did?
Eve: Yeah.
Kevin: What happened to Chris?
Eve: Oh they yanked it from him for bad behavior,
so now it's mine.
Kevin: Well, congratulations, Eve. You deserve the
recognition.
Eve: Thanks. Kevin, I want you to know how much your
support has meant to me.
Kevin: Oh.
Eve: NO, I feel really, really lucky to have you as
my friend.
Lucy: Gee, this must be some sort of world record.
First, you're working Scott, now you're trying to work Kevin.
Eve: Is she paranoid or just insecure?
Lucy: I'm not going to grace that with a comment.
Kevin: Lucy I was just condratulating Eve on her winning
the Quartermaine.
Lucy: Oh no.
Eve: Yes.
Serena: Eve won an award?
Scott: Uh.....
Eve: Hi Serena. My goodness. You have great ears.
Serena: Grandma says I have ears like a bat. What
did you win?
Eve: I won the Quartermain residency.
Serena: Is that good?
Kevin: Oh that's great.
Serena: Then we should throw you a party. Right, daddy?
Scott: Well, why don'y we wait until you get out of
the hospital first?"
Lucy: Yeah. You know what? The first party we're going
to be throwing anybody is for when you are all better.
Chris: Here you go. All set. Let's get out of here.
Eve: Thanks. Yes. Ok. Bye, girlfriend. I'll see you
later, ok?
Serena: Bye, Eve. Have fun.
Eve: Thanks.
Chris: Excuse us.
Eve: Thanks.
Chris: Thanks. You know, I'm the only one who has
the right to be angry tonight. I lost the Quartermaine.
Eve: Yeah, well, I would trade that for Scott any
day. In fact, I wish he and I were celebrating Serena's full recovery.
Chris: Ok, ok. Look, any more of this underwhelming
charm and I'm out of here.
Eve: All right, I'm sorry. You're right. I'm sorry.
Actually, you know, you have been putting on a really good face, even thoguh
you lost the award.
Chris: Well, I'm genuinely happy for you.
Eve: Come on.
Chris: No, I mean it. You're a really good surgeon,
Eve and you're the hardest worker I've ever met.
Eve: You're a good friend, Chris.
Chris: Uh-oh. There goes my reputation.
Eve: No, I'm serious. No, listen to me. You have never
judged me--not when the affair with Devlin became public, not when Lucy
Coe told the whole world I was a hooker. You teased me, but you never judged
me.
Chris: I think you're a remarkable woman. Scott is
nuts not to stand by you. He's the one missing out.
Eve: that's exactly what I needed to hear
Chris: What I need is a strong drink.
Eve: Yeah.
Chris: What do you say we head back to the hacienda?
Eve: Ok, yes, but let's take a cab. Neither one of
us should be driving right now.
Chris: Yeah, not to mention the fact that neither
of us have wheels, either.
Eve: Oh, yeah.
Chris: Yours was blown to bits, and I--well, I had
to give mine back.
Eve: We make quite a pair, don't we?
Chris: Come on.
Eve: all right.
(back at the apartment)
Eve: Pretty pathetic that a woman who just won 50,000
bucks couldn't cough up seven bucks for a cab ride, huh?
Chris: Somehow I knew I'd end up paying tonight.
Eve: hey, I broke a nail fishing around in the cushions
for change for you.
Chris: Yeah well the cabbie wsa so impressed with
his 50 cent tip too. (chris sighs) I'm so exhaused.
Eve: Hmm....
Chris: This has been a long, horrible day.
Eve: Yeah, poor baby. You know, I think that......all
this being nice is finally taking it's toll on you.
Chris: Well it wasn't that hard. (Eve kisses him)
Wait a minute. What's this?
Eve: Oh sorry. I slipped. It felt good.
Chris: Don't apologize.
(more kissing)
Eve: Oh. No, no I can't. I can't.
Chris: What?
Eve: I can't.
Chris: Why not?
Eve: Because I'm still hung up on Scott. It wouldn't
be fair.
Chris: Eve, you could wait forever for Baldwin to
forgive you. Is he worth it?
Eve: Yeah, yeah.
Chris: Ok, I guess the only question now is, does
he think you're worth it?
