Sonny: It was quite a show.
Carly: Thank you.
Sonny: Should have sold tickets, made a little cash, you know?
Carly: I made my point.
Sonny: Kissing all over the old man in that get up...nice touch.
Carly: I though so.
Sonny: They’d throw you out on the curb with the party trash tonight if they could. But they’re never going to give you Michael.
Carly: You want to bet?
Sonny: They’re rich, little girl. You got nothing.
Carly: I got my son.
Sonny: Oh, you’re still using Michael, aren’t you, to get what you want.
Carly: Who’s the one who said stop acting like a victim?
Sonny: Oh, don’t drag me into this.
Carly: I'm just saying, I’m Michael’s mother. I have the advantage, you know? That’s what you told me...even if I am Carly Babes.
Sonny: You made them mad, that’s all.
Carly: I got their attention.
Sonny: I'll give you that.
Carly: Michael’s all I have now. And I brought him here. And I’m going to get him out. All I have to do is make my husband crazy, drive the Quartermaines bananas, and enjoy the champagne, I guess.
Monica: [To sonny] Why are you still here?
Sonny: Mrs. Quartermaine, it was a just... it was a wonderful evening tonight.
Monica: Get out.
Sonny: My pleasure. [To Carly.] See you later.
Carly: Good to see you, Sonny.
Sonny: Yeah, right.