Bobbie (opening door):A child is sleeping and I don't want to wake him up, so you've got five minutes.
Jerry:You're A Goddess, an angel, and this is gorgeous on you.
Bobbie:Is this how you want to spend your five minutes?
Jerry:No. (holding bottle of wine) I could ask you to help me open it, or I could leave it here as a house gift when I leave. Thank you for a wonderful night, you were amazing. All my love,
Jerry.
Bobbie:Does your hand need ice?
Jerry:I'm not sure. What do you think? Don't worry, a child is sleeping.
Bobbie:Does this hurt?
Jerry:No.
Bobbie:This?
Jerry:You looked scared when you opened the door. Did you think I was your ex?
Bobbie:Well, the thought did cross my mind. You've got a little swelling, but it doesn't feel like there are any broken bones. But if this doesn't work right by tomorrow, you should get an x-ray. Not that you will.
Jerry:I might. Thank you. Jones is crazy.
Bobbie:I guess he is, but he wasn't always.
Jerry:What was he like when you fell for him?
Bobbie:He was my salvation.
Jerry:From what?
Bobbie:From men like you.
Jerry:Seriously. What was the attraction?
Bobbie:I dunno. He had everything I wanted. He had standing in the community. Respectability. He was a doctor. And he was a good man. Even had a daughter. And I loved him.
Jerry:Then he couldn't have been all bad. What were you running from?
Bobbie:From my fatal attraction to men who don't have respectability. My first love, his name was Roy, and he was the antithesis of Tony. He was brash and unpredictable and dangerous.
Jerry:Where is he now?
Bobbie:He's where all bad boys end up eventually. Six feet under.
Jerry:How?
Bobbie:Took a bullet meant for somebody else. It was a hit gone wrong. Very wrong. And he died in my arms.
Jerry:That was rough.
Bobbie:Men on the edge. I have had my heart broken enough times in this lifetime.
Jerry:Maybe I'm the exception.
Bobbie (laughing):Sorry. That position is already taken.
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Jerry:It's a pity you've sworn off men on the edge. Uh, siblings don't count. I'm talking about the eligible ones. They're interesting. They're fun. Statistics show that they make the best lovers. Women can't resist them. And even if they can, they choose not to. You might change your mind if the right edgy guy came along.
Bobbie:Oh, I see. You mean, someone like Sonny Corinthos?
Jerry:Touche. That wasn't who I had in mind, but now that you bring him up, what do you know about him?
Bobbi:Sonny's a man of contradictions, I think he's done a lot of things on the wrong side of the law, but I also know that he stood by a friend who died of AIDS. He funded a hospital wing, he loved a teriffic woman and left her without a word. With a broken heart. But he has the respect of people like Jason Morgan, Robin Scorpio, and my brother.
Jerry:So what do you think of Morgan?
Bobbie:He's my grandson's father, and he's a great one.
Jerry:Hmmm. I wonder what Corinthos is doing in town.
Bobbie:Something big must be going on.
Jerry:You've done so much for me-wrapped my ribs, held my hand-the burden of not being able to express my gratitude is beginning to grate on me. You have to let me take you to dinner.
Bobbie:I'm a working Mom, that means I do three things, I work, I spend time with my kid, and I close my eyes and fall asleep wherever I can find a place to sit down.
Jerry:You think I'm trouble.
Bobbie:Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean I don't really appreciate you standing up to Tony. So if I haven't said thank you, thank you.
Jerry:Surely a bone-splintering right hook to the jaw buys me a date? Just, ow, one date. Come on, give me something to hope for at least.
Bobbie:Maybe.
Jerry:I'm going to keep you to that.