Elizabeth: Here, em, this one's ready to go. So how's it going?
Emily: Everything's fine, Elizabeth. Thanks for asking.
Elizabeth: I was wondering, did you ever get ahold of Nikolas and let him know that Lucky's going to be okay?
Emily: Nope. Bobbie handled that.
Elizabeth: Bobbie? Don't you think maybe you should've --
Emily: Look, before you start, Elizabeth, I don't need to hear another lecture on what I should or shouldn't be telling Nikolas.
Elizabeth: Wow, you're really mad at me, huh?
Emily: No, I'm really tired of being pressured. You know, Elizabeth, as someone with her own experience with rape, I expected more empathy, more compassion from you. It is my right to decide who knows about what happened to me, and you of all people should respect that since I don't remember you shouting about rape from the rooftops.
Elizabeth: Okay, yeah, well, that's true, but I also had help. I had Lucky.
Emily: Who was available to you, Elizabeth. Nikolas is in prison. I don't want him in there imagining Connor Bishop violating his wife. I love Nikolas enough to protect him. You need to respect that, even if you refuse to understand.
Skye: I spent the first half of my life begging for my adoptive father's love, which is why I recognize the real thing when I see it. You love your son, Luke. You love him so much that you couldn't bear the thought of him existing in some twilight zone, caught between life and death. You wanted to give him that chance to save himself. That is what Lucky needs to hear.
Luke: I couldn't disagree more. I don't think he needs to hear anything from me right now. His anger is very healthy. In fact, I'm glad he's mad at me. The more pissed off he gets at me, the faster he's going to get up out of that bed. What I need to do -- because apparently I'm the only one who can -- is take care of this, take care of the cause of all this. I've been fighting Cassadines for over twenty years, and I've managed to kill or disable all of them but one. And in all that time, they never once put me in the hospital. So it's time to go get Helena, drag her back, and get Nikolas out of prison.
Emily: Excuse me, but it's the only thing that's going to make any of this worthwhile.
Luke: You're right, Emily. She's right. So I'll call you when I get this done -- assuming, of course, you still want me to.
Skye: Luke -- I love you, even when you're making a mistake.
Luke: Blaze, get a dictionary. Look up the meaning of the word "mistake."
Lucky: Hey.
Emily: Hey.
Lucky: So good to see you.
Emily: You take that and you multiply it by about 100,000 and you'll have some idea of how wonderful it is to be having a conversation with you. I just saw Luke. Apparently, he's getting ready to go after Helena.
Lucky: You know, I may not be a good son for my father, but I'm a real good excuse for another round with Helena, you know? You're refreshing. Thank you.
Emily: For what?
Lucky: You just didn't dive right in to explain how much my father really loves me. You know, taking me off the ventilator, knowing it might kill me, you know, was a leap of faith instead of an ultimate ego trip. Luke Spencer knows better than any other doctor, and he'll even bet his son's life to prove it.
Emily: Lucky, listen, I wouldn't presume to judge or interpret someone else's actions. I can't even figure out my own. All I know is that sometimes things happen and there's no going back to the way it used to be. Everything that comes after is altered, you know, like glass in a broken mirror. You can't repair the damage. You can't make it whole again. And knowing that someone acted with your best interests in mind should lessen the pain, but it doesn't.
Lucky: That's exactly it. The life before, that happy childhood I spent with my dad, who also happened to be my best friend, just got shattered into a million pieces.
Emily: It helps a little knowing you understand.