Luke: Hey, Emily, we hear Faith has been shot, brought into the hospital. Is there any chance we can get in and talk to her?
Emily: She's in the E.R. In critical condition.
Skye: Oh, yeah, but if Michael's still out there, Faith's the only one who's going to know where he is, and she'll probably want to talk to Luke more than anybody.
Emily: Yeah, well, from what I understand, Ric Lansing, Donny, and a bunch of others want to question Faith first.
Luke: Yeah, but see, that's why we came to you. Being the daughter of the chief of staff and all, maybe you could arrange an unscheduled visit.
Emily: Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Luke, I'm not going to be able to sneak in there.
Skye: All right. You know what, I will talk to Alan. He should be able to get you in to see Faith.
Luke: You know, I can get in there on my own. I don't need Alan or anybody else's help.
Skye: Well, Michael is his grandson. I'm sure he'd trust you to get answers out of Faith more than Sonny.
Luke: Ok. I'll wait here.
Emily: So why don't you let Sonny and Carly worry about their son and you worry about yours?
Emily: You shut off Lucky's life-support. You went against the doctors' warnings and you bet his life that you knew better than they did. And you were right, Lucky woke up, but he might have done that on his own, Luke, without you taking the chance that might have killed him.
Luke: Emily, you are grossly misinformed for someone who works in a hospital. First of all, there were no warnings from doctors about shutting off the machines. In fact, they told me it was a decision I had to make. And as I recall, you were in court the day the judge granted my petition. So you see, you're wrong all the way around -- medically, legally, and in being willing to keep him tied to tubes for the rest of his natural life.
Emily: You still need to explain, to take Lucky through the reasons for your decision.
Luke: You know, how I relate to my son is not really within your jurisdiction.
Emily: Okay, look, Lucky is stuck in a wheelchair. You need to sit with him, Luke, let him know that his dad still loves him.
Luke: If it's so important to you, why don't you tell him?
Emily: He doesn't need to hear it from me! What, is Lucky just supposed to assume that you love him because you used to take him camping a few times when he was a kid? News flash, Luke -- it's been years since you did anything but judge, criticize, and push Llcky away.
Luke: Hey, hold on here.
Emily: Look, you have --
Luke: Don't lecture me about who and how I love!
Emily: You've been blessed with a wonderful son. He was almost lost to you, and miraculously he came back. Don't you think it's time that you started acting like Lucky mattered to you?
Luke: Oh, shut the hell up.
Emily: When Lucky gets out of here, he's coming to Wyndemere to live with me, and you'd better be his first visitor, Luke. It's the least he deserves.
Luke: You know, he deserves a hell of a lot more than to be in that mausoleum with a humorless little package like you, sweetie pie!
Elizabeth: Do you feel better now?
Elizabeth: Okay.
Lucky: You ever try punching a pillow?
Elizabeth: What?
Lucky: Well, it's the same principle as punching a heavy bag at the gym. It's what I used to do when I was so angry, I couldn't see straight.
Elizabeth: That's nice, Lucky. I'm not angry.
Lucky: You are such a bad liar. Just tell me. I guarantee you'll feel better.
Elizabeth: This patient, he wouldn't let me draw blood and he told me that I didn't know what I was talking about.
Lucky: Very nice. It's quick. Believable. Now, tell me what you're really going through.
Elizabeth: Your father made me upset.
Lucky: Join the club. What'd he say?
Elizabeth: Well, Emily was giving him a hard time because she wants him to reach out to you.
Lucky: Why'd she bother?
Elizabeth: And, of course, Luke got defensive and --
Lucky: What do you expect? Luke Spencer can't be criticized by anyone for any reason.
Elizabeth: I know, but I don't understand. Couldn't he see how fragile she is? I mean, okay, fine, maybe Emily was out of line, but, God, he just should have bitten his tongue. You have no idea how badly I just wanted to tell him to back off, that Emily is dealing with being raped by Connor Bishop.
Skye: Hey, Emily? I have a great idea. Why don't the two of us go out to dinner?
Emily: Oh, God, you know, I'd love to, Sye, but I have to work.
Skye: Oh, you've been here all day. You're not an intern yet. You got to go home sometime.
Emily: Well, you know, the family is still frantic about Michael, and I'm just going to head over there as soon as I'm done.
Skye: Well, you still have to eat.
Emily: Yeah.
Skye: We can skip dessert.
Emily: I'm sorry, Skye, I can't.
Skye: Emily, I know there's a lot going on, you're worried about the people you love, but I really think that you need to take care of yourself.
Emily: What do you mean?
Skye: Well, I mean, you've just been under a lot of strain lately, and the person that you would normally turn to, your husband, is in prison, and I just think that you need to take the time to feel -- well, whatever it is that you're feeling. Otherwise, you're just going to drop from all the pressure.
Emily: You know what, thanks for your concern, Skye, but I'm handling it fine. All I have to do is just stay strong till it's over.
Skye: Yeah, well, even strong people need help.
Emily: Yeah, well --
Skye: Emily, please, I just wish you'd lean on me.
Emily: I'll call you if I need help, skye. Don't worry. I'm doing okay.
Skye: I know now why you and Emily were arguing outside of Lucky's I.C.U. room that day. You were insisting that she ge help, and Emily didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to admit that she was raped.
Elizabeth: I'm sorry, Skye, I just can't discuss this with you.
Skye: Elizabeth, I know the truth. I heard you talking to Lucky. I know that Connor raped Emily.
Elizabeth: Okay, but Emily doesn't want anyone to know, okay? And instead of dealing with this, she's losing herself in other people's problems.
Skye: Well, who knows besides you and Lucky?
Elizabeth: No one. No one. Emily doesn't even know that Lucky's figured it out.
Skye: Oh, my God. Emily is so sweet, so gentle. To be violated like that --
Elizabeth: Yeah, and the worst part is that she blames herself because she stayed at the safe house, and in no fashion did she give connor any --
Emily: There's nobody to blame but the rapist. Rape is unforgivable. I swear, if Connor Bishop weren't dead, I'd kill him myself.
Luke: Ah, here you are. I understand you wanted to talk to me?
Lucky: Why were you rude to Emily?
Luke: Oh, I don't think it's particularly rude to point out when somebody's sticking their nose in where it doesn't belong.
Lucky: God, typical Luke Spencer, the man who's never wrong.
Luke: I've been wrong plenty of times. But it wasn't a mistake to unhook you so you could wake up.
Lucky: I don't want you bothering Emily. You understand? I want you to stay away from her.
Luke: Okay. I suggest you tell her to stop stalking me with her constant blathering about what's right and wrong and morally acceptable in her tiny little world.
Lucky: You know what, you should listen to yourself sometime. Anyone who disagrees with you is automatically wrong? Instead of flipping a switch and risking my life, Emily saved me, and I am grateful.
Luke: Wonderful. Move in with her at Wyndemere. When life's deadly dull, you can console each other with righteous indignation and bible studies.
Lucky: I'm moving into Wyndemere because Emily needs me. It's not a concept I expect you to understand.
Luke: No, I don't, but, hey, it's your life to waste.
Lucky: And while you waste yours on what? An endless war with helena while my mother sits in a mental institution? Oh, but I forgot, it is all about you, right, kind of like flipping a switch.
Luke: You know, they told me there was a danger you'd end up a vegetable, and I didn't believe them, but I'll tell you, today you're making about as much sense as a remedial rutabaga.
Lucky: And you were right. Aren't you, Dad? I mean, you know what you want and you never apologize. I mean, so what if your son's sitting in a coma. I mean, it's no fun trading quips with a coma boy, right? I mean, "Whoa, I got an idea -- let's turn off the switch. You know what, if he lives, hooray, Luke was right. If he dies, oh, well. Moving on."
Luke: You couldn't be more wrong.
Lucky: No, Dad, you couldn't be more wrong. Not that you'll ever admit it. I mean, no one's ever allowed to criticize you. No one's ever allowed to tell you to your face that you should be sorry. And you have so much to be sorry for.