![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() December 18, 2003: Tad brings Krystal to Pine Valley. Tad: Liza was forewarning you about me? Simone: Yep. Tad: Where does she get off? [He sees Liza coming into the restaurant.] Other than here, obviously. Oh, Liza. Simone: Liza. Tad: Join us. Over here, come on. Right here. [Liza looks at him warily, but comes over.] Liza: Good morning. What's going on? Tad: You tell me. You're running around issuing heartbreak warnings about me? Liza: Well, you get around. Tad: Not lately, I don't. Liza: [Scoffs] Oh. Simone: [Scoffs] Oh. Don't be modest. That's Tad's latest conquest from his trip -- uh-huh -- a little souvenir over there at the bar. [Liza has a look of disgust on her face.] Lucky us. The old bat in the midriff. Tad: And good morning to you, too. Liza: Well, who is she? Tad: Well, just so you're up to speed, that's Krystal. She happens to be JR's mother-in-law. Liza: Ah, okay. I see the resemblance. Tad: Liza. Liza: Come on, Simone. There's nothing romantic about this. Simone: But he failed to mention that they were liplocked. Tad: That was nothing. It was -- it was -- it was nothing. It was a little joke. [To Liza] And since you're such an expert, what about Krystal is not my type -- the fact that she's attractive and not remotely uptight? [Liza hasn't been listening to Tad, but instead has been witnessing the commotion behind him. Her eyes suddenly widen.] Liza: Incoming! [They all duck as a glass flies by them. They stand up after it breaks on the table.] [To Tad] Way to pick 'em. [She smiles.] Man: [To Krystal] I expect you to pay for that mug you threw. Krystal: Oh, yeah? You want me to pay for the potholes in this town, too? I had just about as much to do with them as I did with that ruckus. Tad: Would you please just go over and have a seat, okay? Just let me take care of this, please. Krystal: Listen, Lancelot, why don't you just rest your sword and get back to the round table? I've got this one. Trust me. [Tad walks back to Liza and Simone.] Liza: [Smirking] Let me guess. Krystal's every man's type. Tad: Just a little misunderstanding. Simone: It was practically a brawl, and she took less than five minutes. Tad: Well, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let her handle this one solo. Simone: Oh, so you want to ride shotgun? Let us know. We'll call the paramedics when you're ready. [Tad leaves Liza and Simone to talk to Krystal.] |