January 3, 2000

AJ: Everything all right?

Carly: Fine. I just spent New Year's Eve trapped in an elevator with Mr. Sonny Corinthos. It's been a new year for the ages. [She sways a little.] Sonny: Whoa, whoa. Take it easy.

AJ: Come on. There's a chair over here. Let me help you. Why don't you have a seat.

Carly: Stuck in an elevator -- you know, no air.

Sonny: Maybe you need some water.

Carly: No.

AJ: So what happened? It just shut down?

Sonny: There's no ventilation, you know? You should get that thing fixed or you're going to get sued, AJ.

AJ: I'm on it, all right? As soon as I heard it shut down, I realized you might still be inside.

Carly: Okay. Okay.

AJ: Whoa, whoa. You still dizzy?

Carly: I just -- I think I just -- I need some fresh air to make me feel better.

AJ: Well, here. Take my arm. I'll help you out.

Carly: No, I'm fine. It's just -- you know, it's been a rotten night.

Sonny: You know, maybe, I don't know, you might want to sit down and get some, you know, air for a minute.

AJ: Hey, my wife's fine. Thank you.

Sonny: Well --

AJ: Hmm. I can just imagine what the two of you found to chat about in the elevator.