I. The Genuine Article (9/6)

Luke: "Now, I show you beautiful things. I show you genuine platinimere--platininium. This is genuine platiminium."
Roy: "Plati--platinum. Platinum?"
Luke: "Plat--plat--platiminium. Platimum."
Roy: "Whatever, whatever."
Luke: "Platimumum?"
Roy: "Platinum."

Luke: "Yeah. Is beautiful, huh? I show you how you know genuine platiminium. Platimum--plati--platimimimim."
Roy: "Whatever."
Luke: "Here, see, on the back of the watch there--"
Roy: "Yeah?"
Luke: "'Genuine.' see? Says 'genuine.' All the watches at Philo Moscopolous' kiosk say on the back 'genuine.'"
Roy: "'Genuine.'"
Luke: "That means they are genuine platuminium, genuine white gold, genuine gold--"

Luke: "So, what brings you to Czechya?"
Roy: "Well, I'm looking for my friend."
Luke: "Yeah?"
Roy: "Yeah."
Luke: "Yeah. Many people pass the kiosk of Philo Moscopolous, and so I know many people in the city because is beautiful city. So for a little--"
Roy: "Well, no, no, the thing--"
Luke: "I help you find your friend--"
Roy: "To be honest, I'm a little reluctant to actually find him. In fact, it wouldn't break my heart if we were to get our signals crossed and I maybe didn't find him this trip."
Luke: "Yeah?"
Roy: "Yeah."
Luke: "Why is that, may I ask?"
Roy: "Well, you know, it's no big deal. He left me in charge of his business in the states. A club. He owns a nightclub. He owned a nightclub. And I've got to deliver some rather unpleasant news."
Luke: "About the club?"
Roy: "I'm trying to figure how to put the most positive spin on it, you know? Right now I'm leaning toward starting off with reminding him that even though the sirens were wailing and there was the fire going and the smoke and the natural gas lines were exploding, I still had the presence of mind to tell the police--the firemen that if they could only save one thing, they should save the records. See, he's got this record collection, and he's crazy about it. But the problem is they misunderstood. And they ended up saving the bookkeeping records instead of the discs. And, you know, and he's not--he's not going to--well, that's going to go--he won't take that well, so--you know, I like this one. I really do. Sort of. I mean, I can see this on my lady's wrist, I think. How much do you want for this? Luke?"
Luke: "My records are gone?"

Roy: "Hate to break it to you, but your accent, it's as phony as these watches, man."
Luke: "What are you, a linguist?"

Luke: "Well, excuse me. I left my good mustache and sideburns in Vienna."

Roy: "Any luck figuring out what happened to Cassadine?"
Luke: "No, man, I haven't. I've been walking up and down the Charles Bridge the last few days asking the saints, but they're a bunch of tight-lipped statues."
Roy: "So, what's the plan, Luke?"
Luke: "What do you mean, what's the plan, man? You da plan."

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