March 13, 2000

Carly: Thanks for changing your mind about this.

Sonny: You almost get punched out tonight. All you can think about is a piece of furniture?

Carly: I told you A.J. didn’t hurt me.

Sonny: Not this time.

Carly: So I made a mistake. It won’t happen again. [Sonny nods and takes a drink. She looks over at the ottoman.] Look, um...you know, this doesn’t even really go here. I’ll just take it up to my room.

Sonny: It can stay.

Carly: No. You hate it, so...

Sonny: No...well, I’ll get used to it.

Carly: No. I’ll never hear the end of it.

Sonny: You know what? I give up. I tell you it stays you give me a hard time. I tell you to get rid of it, you give me a hard time. I can’t win with you.

Carly: It’s hormones. I’m pregnant. Better get used to it. All right, I’m going to make us some dinner.

Sonny: Not in my kitchen.

Carly: What do you mean, your kitchen? It’s our kitchen. Su casa es mi casa, remember?

Sonny: No, no, no, no. See, because in mi casa, I cook, you set the table. Dinner in twenty minutes.

Carly: You know what? This is just like living at the Quartermaines’. I take orders from you. I take orders from them.

Sonny: I can’t hear you.

Carly: [Sonny raises her voice as Sonny leaves the room.] I said if you keep giving me a hard time, then I’ll take Michael and we’ll go stay at the brownstone. There’s nothing you can do about it.

Sonny: You know, if I didn’t know it was your hormones talking, you’d be in big trouble.

Carly: What? Sonny: Nothing. I just...I want you to keep up your strength.

Carly: I'd like to do it without tripling my weight.

Sonny: Well, but it’s all good stuff. You got salads, you got vegetables...

Carly: You know what you sound like? When I take Michael to the park to feed the ducks...”eat, eat, eat, eat.”

Sonny: Well, if you’re worried about your weight, you got to cut out the junk food. Carly: When did you become the big authority on food and diet, anyway?

Sonny: Someone’s got to watch out for the baby.

Carly: And I’m not?

Sonny: No, I didn’t say you don’t. I’m just saying that, you know, if you keep on eating chocolate doughnuts and potato chips, I don’t know.

Carly: I can stop anytime I want to.

Sonny: Ok, good.

Carly: I don’t even like that stuff. I only started eating it because I was living with the Quartermaines.

Sonny: It’s always somebody else’s fault with you.

Carly: Well, it...look, A.J. was always threatening to send me back to Ferncliff if I didn’t toe the line, you know?

Sonny: Right.

Carly: So, junk food make him crazy. It was my only revenge.

Sonny: So you were willing to self-destruct to sugar to get back at A.J. and the in-laws.

Carly: Yeah. Well, it was worth it.

Sonny: Hmm.

Carly: The veins in Edward’s neck used to pop out like an inch every time I cut into a chicken-friend steak.

Sonny: Well, you know what? You don’t have to worry about A.J. anymore.

Carly: What, do you think some piece of paper’s going to keep him away from Michael? He’s ruthless, just like Edward. They’re probably out there right now trying to round up some hotshot lawyer, some judge to change the laws..you know, make a new one so he can get Michael back.

Sonny: I won’t let that happen. I promise you I won’t

Sonny: A.J. can’t hurt you unless you let him get close. You keep Johnny between you and A.J...You’ll be fine.

Carly: You and me against A.J. this is weird. I always fought him by myself. It’s going to take some getting used to, you know?

Sonny: Yeah, it is.

Carly: Um..I promised Michael that I would read him a story.

Sonny: Ok, sure.

Carly: So, listen, the chicken...all of it was really good.

Sonny: Anytime.

Carly: Um...think we can make a pact?

Sonny: Like maybe you clean up after yourself next time?

[Sonny laughs]

Carly: Like maybe, whenever the baby’s with me, I won’t tell him what a rotten person you are and maybe you could do the same?

Sonny: Yeah, I can do that.

Carly: Yeah? Is that a deal?

Sonny: Deal. But I will tell the baby, though, that you always wanted the best for him or here. I believe that.

Carly: I believe that about you too.

[Sonny leaves but Carly stays on the stairs with a puzzled look on her face.]

[Carly is talking to her stomach.]

Carly: Hmm. If your mother plays her cards right, maybe we won’t have to go move in with Grandma after all. It’s worth a shot, anyway. Hey, you know what? Don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll do them, ok?

Sonny: Oh, they’re done.

Carly: Oh. Where are you going?

Sonny: Out. There’s fruit on the counter in case you get a sweet attack.

Carly: Ooh, yum.

Sonny: Yeah.

Carly: When you coming back?

Sonny: That’s none of your business. We share a space, not a life. Johnny’s right here if you need anything. See you later.

[Carly throws a book at the door as Sonny closes it.]

Carly: Ah! Forget you, anyway! I don’t care! [She returns to talking to her stomach.] Oh. That’s your old man, kid, secretive and selfish to the bone. I know, I know. I promised you I wouldn’t say anything bad about him...after you’re born, which gives me plenty of time to give you an earful.

Sonny: Is everything all right?

Johnny: It’s been quiet. No visitors.

Sonny: All right. I’m going out of town tomorrow. I need you to make the arrangements.

Johnny: I'll take care of it.

Sonny: All right.

[Sonny wakes Carly up.] Sonny: Come on. Go to bed.

Carly: You’re back.

Sonny: Yeah. You have a long day tomorrow.

Carly: I do?

Sonny: Yeah. You need to pack a few things in a bag because we are going to the Dominican Republic in the morning.

Carly: I'm not going anywhere with you.

Sonny: You are going to the Dominican Republic with me tomorrow to get your divorce, and you need me to do it. Now, come on. Go to bed.

Carly: Just like that, huh?

Sonny: Just like...

Carly: Just to this, do that. I’m not your slave, Sonny. I don’t take orders from you. I don’t take orders from you, A.J. or anybody. NOt anymore. No.

Sonny: Carly --

Carly: What?

Sonny: Carly --

Carly: What?

Sonny: Would you please go with me to the Dominican Republic in the morning to get your divorce from A.J.?

Carly: I think I can probably make time for that.

Sonny: Is that a yes?

Carly: It’s definitely a yes.

Sonny: Ok. We’re leaving first thing in the morning. Would that be ok by you?

Carly: That’d be fine with me.

Sonny: Ok. See you then. And can you clean up, please, before you got to bed, too? Just...whatever you got. Yeah, thanks.

[Carly starts cleaning up and takes a bowl into the kitchen. Sonny comes back down and watches her clean with a smile.]