{Walking into Kelly's}

Lucky:  “Excuse me. Isn't Elizabeth supposed to be working this morning?”

Waitress:  “Yeah, barely. She's been a million miles away all shift. Now she's on break.”

Lucky:  “Any idea where?”

Waitress:  “Sorry.”

Lucky:  “That's ok because I think I know. {He leaves and walks to the docks, where he sees Lizzie standing there} Elizabeth. Hey.”

Lizzie:  “Lucky.” {They hug}

Lucky:  {Pulling away} “You realize this is the longest we've been apart?”

Lizzie:  “Well, give or take a day, but it sure feels like the longest. How was Canada?”

Lucky:  “Oh, there's way too much of it. I came this close to just hijacking the bus and flooring it all the way home.”

Lizzie:  “Well, at least you didn't make a fool of yourself racing for the phone every time it rang. Poor Gram, I almost knocked her over twice. She made me promise never to let you leave town again.”

Lucky:  “Well, not without you.”

Lizzie:  “So, did you make enough money?”

Lucky:  “I got a good start, yeah.”

Lizzie:  “Good. God, I’ve got to go. My break's over.”

Lucky:  “Well, not so fast. I mean, I haven't presented you with the official tacky souvenir gift.” {He pulls out a key chain}

Lizzie:  “Oh. You bought me a gift? Oh. ‘Greetings from Pelican Rapids.’ Where is that?”

Lucky:  “Manitoba.”

Lizzie:  “Sounds far.”

Lucky:  “Yeah. I know it's not much, but I didn't want to spend all the money I was trying to make, so –“

Lizzie:  “I love this key chain with all my heart.” {She kisses him}

Lucky:  “Well, I guess you have to go.”

Lizzie:  “Yeah.”

Lucky: “Yeah.”

Lizzie:  “Guess I do. {She walks behind him} Do you want to come wait with me till my shift is over?”

Lucky:  “I thought you'd never ask.”

Lizzie:  “Good. Come on.”

Lucky:  “Miss? Miss? Could I trouble you for a refill?”

Lizzie:  “Oh, right away, sir. There you go.”

Lucky:  “Oh, thank you, but your -- your aim's a little off. Yeah, see, I meant for my guest. {He puts down a coffee mug with Elizabeth written in} I had to go to three different towns before I could find the one that said 'Liz.'  See, I was passing through Quebec. I mean, if your name was Madeline, I would have been home free.”

Lizzie:  “Lucky, you are too sweet.”

Lucky:  “Just don't -- don't put it in the dishwasher. You'll lose 2/3 of your name.”

Lizzie:  “How many gifts did you get me?”

Lucky:  “Just a few. Want to see the next one? I mean, it's a little bigger.”

Lizzie:  “As big as a breadbox?”

Lucky:  “Hmm -- as big as infinity. Our future.”
 
 
 

Lizzie:  {Flipping through a catalog from the New York Art Academy} “Something tells me you didn't get this catalog in Pelican Rapids.”

Lucky:  “No, I ordered it a while ago for you, but it was at my place when I got back.”

Lizzie:  “This is awful.”

Lucky:  “Really? I kind of like that one.”

Lizzie:  “No, no. This -- this is wonderful. That's why it's awful. I mean, none of my paintings are this good.”

Lucky:  “Are you kidding? Elizabeth, your stuff is, like, a thousand times better than what's in here.”

Lizzie:  “Don't you think that maybe you're just a tiny bit unobjective?”

Lucky:  “What, are you saying I don't know anything about art?”

Lizzie:  “No, I’m not saying that.”

Lucky:  “Because, look, you may have painted the -- you know, the cool furniture on the walls in my boxcar, but I picked out the paint. So just remember that, Rembrandt.”

Lizzie:  “Ok. But, Lucky, seriously, this school is in New York City. Young artists from all over the world try to get in. Most of them don't.”

Lucky:  “You will.”

Lizzie:  “You really believe that, don't you?”

Lucky:  “Elizabeth, I would never tell you something I don't believe. You are great. I know that. But, see, if you stay here in Port Charles, nobody else will. I've been thinking about this.”

Lizzie:  “I can tell.”

Lucky:  “Maybe you should show this school what you got. Maybe you should go to New York. Look at you.”
 
 
 

Lucky:  “Service at table six, please.”

Lizzie:  “This is table five. And what can I get you? {He motions for her to sit down} Lucky, I’m working, remember?”

Lucky:  “Come on. Sit down.”

Lizzie:  “Oh.” {Sighing, she sits down}

Lucky:  “You're working. Ah. Look at this –‘before she became the world-famous artist she is today, Webber worked at a -- ooh -- an upstate, well-known restaurant.’ "

Lizzie:  “Please, that is not going to happen.”

Lucky:  “Not by itself it's not. All right. Ta-da.” {He pulls out a bank}

Lizzie:  “What is this?”

Lucky:  “That is the first contribution to the official Elizabeth Webber Art Scholarship fund.”

Lizzie:  “Thanks.”

Lucky:  “Should I have stopped with the key chain?”

Lizzie:  “No. No, Lucky, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm beginning to wonder if you'd know how. It's just -- this academy -- I mean, if I were to get in, it's in New York.”

Lucky:  “So?”

Lizzie: " ‘So?’ These past few days without you have been miserable. I'm not saying I can't leave you, I just -- I don't want to. Not now or not ever, really. I don't have to be in New York to have my paintings, but I have to be in Port Charles to have you.”

Lucky:  “Elizabeth, in case you haven't noticed, I’m portable.”

Lizzie:  “What?”

Lucky:  “You didn't think I’d let you go to New York without me.”

Lizzie:  “Do you mean it?”

Lucky:  “Of course. That's the whole thing. See, we can -- we can get a place. I can find a job, you know, to hold over our finances -- until you get famous, that is, because then I’m going to live off you.”

Lizzie:  “So you haven't changed your mind about, you know, being my future?”

Lucky:  “How could I? It's my future, too.”
 
 
 

Lizzie:  “Ok. ‘prospective degree candidates must submit a portfolio of slides or prints of their most representative work.’ Lucky, I don't have a portfolio or any representative work.”

Lucky:  “Just send your best stuff.”

Lizzie:  “Oh, what am I going to do -- mail them the boxcar?”

Lucky:  “It's too bad we didn't take any pictures before I got thrown out, huh? But we've still got, you know, all the paintings on the walls at my place.”

Lizzie:  “Yeah, I know. I don't -- don't you think they're kind of silly?”

Lucky:  “Silly? No. I think they're wonderful.”

Lizzie:  “I don't know. Maybe I need to do something more serious, you know, like a still life of your guitar or just -- something. I don't know.”

Waitress:  “You know, for all the work you've been doing today, you might as well not even be here.”

Lucky:  “That's true. Let's go.”  {Lucky gets up}

Waitress:  “Just go. I'll cover.”

Lizzie:  “Are you sure?”

Waitress:  “Yeah.”

Lizzie:  “You're positive?”

Waitress:  “Just go.”

Lizzie:  “Oh, God, I owe you. {She gets up and Lucky brings her her coat} Thank you. Yes.”

Lucky:  “Here.”

Lizzie:  “Oh. Thank you.”

Lucky:  “Thanks.” {They leave}

Lizzie:  “Isn't this wonderful?”

Lucky:  “Which part?”

Lizzie:  “Just making plans. I don't know. For so long, my life was about getting over something, and now it's about getting ready.”

Lucky:  “That's a good point. Maybe we should start by getting ready for the weather.” {He pulls out a scarf, and puts it on her}

Lizzie:  “Wait. Wait. Wait. What is -- what is this?”

Lucky:  “Oh, it's so cute.”

Lizzie:  “Lucky. What –“

Lucky:  “What do you think? You like it?”

Lizzie:  “I -- I think this better be my last gift.”

Lucky:  “No, actually, it's not the last gift. This is the last gift.” {They kiss}

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