{Lucky is at Kelly's helping Ruby clear a table. Earlier, he'd called the Webber house and asked Sarah out but she'd told him she had plans. She neglected to say they were with Nikolas}

Ruby:  "She’s late."

Lucky:  "Give her a break. She's going to be here in a minute. Listen, look what you've got. You've got me at your service, ok? I'll grab those tables, you just do your thing in the back, ok?"

Ruby:  "Thank you, darling." {She walks off}

Lizzie:  {Rushing in the door} "Oh, God, Lucky. Thank you so much for covering for me. I would've been on time, but Gram drove me. You know her top speed's like seven miles an hour, so--

Lucky:  "Hey, I’m just glad you're here because--I’ve been waiting for you."

Lizzie:  "That is totally cosmic because I was dying to see you, too. After we got off the phone and I heard you were here, I couldn't wait to come to work."

Lucky:  "I thought maybe Sarah dropped you off on her way wherever she's going."

Lizzie:  "Oh, please. Sarah drives slower than Gram. You know, since the place is half empty, you want to grab a seat, have Ruby fry us up a couple burgers? You know, hang out?"

Lucky:  "Elizabeth."

Lizzie:  "Hmm?"

Lucky:  "Look around. The place is half full. Secondly, I don't think Ruby wants to cook for you right now. You're late."

Lizzie:  "By what, two minutes?"

Lucky:  "No, I don’t care. In fact, you know, since you're already late, I guess a couple minutes wouldn't make a difference, would it? Listen to me, ok? There's an important question I need to ask you."

Lizzie: {Smiling} "Ok."

Lucky:  "Ok. Does Sarah really like classical music, or was she just putting me on?"

Lizzie: {The smile leaves} "Come again?"

Lucky:  "Well, I mean, you two are sisters. You live with each other. You would know musical tastes."

Lizzie:  "Not really. She's into headphones."

Lucky:  "But not you, right? No. You're the louder, the better."

Lizzie: {They laugh} "It's amazing how well you know me."

Lucky:  "You're kind of easy to read, you know? I mean, you wear whatever you're feeling like a shirt, just right out there for everybody to see. No, it's not a bad thing, really. It's not, I mean, and actually--actually saves a lot of grief when you know exactly where a person's coming from. But Sarah’s--Sarah’s, I mean, she's different. {Lizzie looks annoyed} You know, she's--she's--a mystery, you know? My point was--is that I was going to make her one of my famous home-mix tapes, and, you see, I know what I like, and I know what I’d like to turn her on to, but I don't know what she actually likes. You follow me?"

Lizzie:  "Organ music."

Lucky:  "Huh?"

Lizzie: "She likes organ music almost as much as she likes harpsichords. Now, are we done here? Because I’ve got work to do." {She walks off}

Lucky:  "What is she all mad about?" {He goes back to cleaning the table}
 
 
 
 
 

Lizzie: {She walks up behind him with a pitcher of water that she holds over his head a second before lowering it and moving to face him} "You want some more?"

Lucky:  "Sure. This mean you're not mad at me anymore? Look, I’m sorry for whatever I did to upset you. Look, you can give me a list of your favorite groups and favorite singers, and I’ll make a tape for you, too, ok?"

Lizzie:  {Smiling she sits down across from him} "Well, I’d like it better if you picked the music."

Lucky: "Careful what you wish for. Catch me in the right mood, you'll end up with the history of electric blues."

Lizzie:  "Well that'd be ok. I guess. The blues. Isn't that kind of low-energy music?"

Lucky: "Low energy? I said electric blues. Buddy Guy, Johnny Laing, B.B. King. Where have you been, woman?"

Lizzie: "Boulder. So, I heard your dad owns a blues club."

Lucky:  "Well, you heard right. We have the best record collection in town. You don't think the blues are really Sarah’s style, do you? No, I don't. {Lizzie makes a face and looks away} I do realize that you don't want to tell me what she's into for some reason, but could you at least just give me a hint on what she absolutely hates?"

Lizzie:  "You have got to get a life and stop obsessing about my sister. She's not returning the favor. You do realize she's on a date tonight."

Lucky:  "She had plans."

Lizzie:  "Damn straight she did--with Nikolas Cassadine. Still want to know her favorite song?" {Lucky looks completely stunned}

 
 

Lizzie:  "Sorry. I didn't quite catch your answer. Are you still hung up on my sister's musical taste?"

Lucky:   "Anybody ever tell you you're a brat?"

Lizzie:  "My father. He thinks I was switched at birth with his real daughter."

Lucky: "That's probably why he went to Bosnia."

Lizzie:  "Maybe. Look, I’m sorry you're upset by what I told you. God, it must be eating you up inside that Sarah’s got the hots for Nikolas Cassadine."

Lucky: {Angry} "And that gets you off."

Lizzie:  "Hey, don't get on my case. My sister's the one that's been leading you on."

Lucky:  "How do I know you're not just saying this to cause a little trouble, huh?"

Lizzie:  "If you're stupid enough to fall for my sister's little acts, then that is your problem. Why does this guy bug you so much, anyway?"

Lucky: {Very angry, pointing in her face} "Hey! I don't give a damn about Nikolas Cassadine. You hear me?"

Lizzie:  "God, give it up, Lucky. The two of you are worse than Sarah and I, and we're related."

Lucky:  "Oh, that's cute."

Lizzie:  "What is that supposed to mean?"

Lucky:  "Don't play dumb, Elizabeth. It doesn't suit you. You know the relation between me and Nikolas."

Lizzie:  "Excuse me, but--are you saying that the two of you are brothers?"

Lucky:  "Like you didn't know."

Lizzie:  "I didn't. I swear. Lucky, I didn't know. Wow, this is really heavy. You and Nikolas? I'm really sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

 
 

Lizzie:  "You ok?"

Lucky:  "Do me a favor--I don't want to hear your voice right now."

Lizzie:  "Lucky, listen--I swear I didn't know the two of you were brothers."

Lucky:  "Half. Half brother. We have the same mother. And believe me, she didn't want him any more than I do."

Lizzie:  "So, what happened? She get knocked up on some affair or something?"

Lucky: {Upset} "What the hell kind of crack is that?"

Lizzie:  "You're the one that just said she didn't want him. {He just looks at her} I'm sorry. I'm sticking my foot in deeper and deeper, aren't I?"

Lucky:  "Right now, I’d say you're about up to your neck."

Lizzie:  "I’ll shut up. God, you and Nikolas--family."

Lucky:  "Nikolas and I are not family. You got that? As far as I’m concerned, he and his uncle are the worst thing that ever happened to this town and the Spencers."

Lizzie:  "Boy, leave it up to my sister to fall for the wrong guy, huh?"

Lucky:  "She couldn't really be serious about him. {Lizzie looks away} Could she?"

Lizzie:  "Listen, I’d really like to help you out, Luck, but we do live in the same house, and it's kind of hard to miss. You should see the way she moons around. God, you could puke. And talk about clueless? Stick my sister in a room with a hundred guys and one idiot--she'll fall for the bozo every time."

Ruby: {Coming over} "Are you planning to work tonight or should I send for some extra help?"

Lizzie:  "The place is almost empty."

Ruby:  "In that case, why don't you take a cab home, and then maybe I’ll forget about firing you tomorrow."

Lizzie:  "Like I care. You look like you could use some fresh air. Want to go take a walk? I'm a real good listener. {He looks at her disbelieving} I am, when I put my mind to it." {Lucky gets up and goes to the counter}

Bobbie: {Entering Kelly's} "Hey. I was hoping I’d find you here. How's it going?"

Lucky:  "Great. This is Elizabeth."

Bobbie:  "Oh, hi. I'm Bobbie. Nice to meet you. Oh, you're Sarah’s younger sister."

Lizzie:  "I prefer Elizabeth."

Bobbie:  "Well, I think your sister's absolutely terrific."

Lizzie:  "Yeah, so I hear."

Bobbie:  {Turning back to Lucky} "Well, would you like a ride home or are you going to stand here holding up the problems of the world?"
 
 
 
 
 

Lizzie:  "Actually, Lucky and I were just about to take a walk."

Lucky:  "If it's all the same to both of you, I’m not in the mood for conversation."

Ruby: {Approaching} "I called you a cab. My treat. Here's your purse, and here's the money."

Lizzie:  "A cab?"

Ruby:  "Yes. I don't want you walking alone at this time of night. {Car horn honks} He's here, so why don't you go get him. Come on, scat. Keep going."

Lizzie:  "See you tomorrow?"

Lucky:  "Maybe." {She leaves}

Bobbie:  "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Lucky:  "I said I don't want to discuss it."

Bobbie:  "Oh. That bad, huh? {Lucky sighs deeply} Does this have something to do with Nikolas?"

Lucky: {Furious} "If hear that name one more time, I'm going to spit."

Bobbie:  "Ooh. Looks like I guessed right."

Lucky:  "I said I don't want to talk about it." {He goes off and gets the broom and starts sweeping up. Bobbie just watches}


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