Sonny and Carly (cont.):

We opened with a nice domestic scene again: Michael and Sonny played blocks on that ottoman, and after they went upstairs, Carly put her feet up on it.

Sonny: "Hey, look who's home with half of Wyndham's."

Johnny: "Father Coates is here."
Carly: "Really? Well, what--what is he doing here?"
Johnny: "Should I let him in?"
Carly: "Yeah, sure. I mean, I guess. Maybe he's lost."
Carly: "Father Coates! Hi. Please come in. So, I'm Carly."
Father Coates: "Benson, yeah. I remember you quite well."
Carly: "Really?"
Father Coates: "Yeah."
Carly: "Oh. Did I do something to offend you or one of your flock?"
Father Coates: "Oh, no, no, no. I officiated your son's baptism."
Carly: "Oh, right. Oh. I didn't know priests made house calls."
Father Coates: "On occasion."

Carly: "Do you want to translate?"
Sonny: "Yeah, he's--he's here to give us premarital counseling."

Sonny: "I'm sorry for the confusion, but my fiancée's having what you call prewedding jitters, something like that."
Father Coates: "I've seen it before. Trust me, it's not unusual."
Carly: "Really? How about the fact that I don't even like this jerk?"

Carly: "You are arrogant and presumptuous."
Sonny: "Mm-hmm."
Carly: "Not to mention insane. How many ways do I have to say I don't--I don't want to marry you?"
Sonny: "I don't want to marry you, either."

Carly: "Do you listen?"
Sonny: "Yeah, I hear you yapping. Yeah, I hear you yapping, yeah. What?"

Sonny: "You still don't get it, do you? It doesn't matter what you want or what I want, for that matter. It's--we got to do what's right for the baby, who didn't ask to be here. And the least we can do is give it a proper family and a name. You know what? You can stop arguing because we're getting married."
Carly: "No! I said no."
Sonny: "And there's nothing you can do about it."

Carly: "If you think for a second that I'm going to take your marching orders down the aisle, you're in for a huge shock. When you realize in your thick, macho, arrogant head that not only will I never marry you--if you don't let me be about this, I will take Michael and our unborn child and I will leave this house."
Sonny: "You can certainly try."
Carly: "This is pointless."

I didn't remember the priest at the baptism being such a looker. Carly tore up the papers he left. It was as though Sonny was daring her to leave, perhaps so she'd realize that she had to stay. But it didn't feel malicious. It just felt like two stubborn people testing the limits of their agreement.

VIII. Nowhere to Run To, Baby (4/14)

Carly: "Because, I mean, to be honest with you, the idea of you and me as husband and wife is a little scary."

Carly: "Are you obtuse? What is it going to take? Sonny, do you want me to hire a skywriter? 'Carly will never marry Sonny. Never.' Would that do it for you?"
Sonny: "You know, experience has taught me not to deal in absolutes because you'll end up choking on a bunch of crow, you know."

Sonny: "Where are you going?"
Carly: "Don't you mess with me, either."
Sonny: "Hormones."

Carly: "Mother, you are not going to believe what Sonny pulled this time."
Bobbie: "Not now, Carly."
Carly: "He is trying to force me to marry him. I'm surprised he's not dragging me around by my hair. I mean, could you die laughing? Me as Mrs. Sonny Corinthos? I'm packing my stuff, and Michael and I are moving in with you today."

Sonny: "Congratulate me, mike. I'm getting married."
Mike: "Married? To whom?"
Sonny: "To Carly. Who else?"
Mike: "Oh, the same Carly that you told me you don't trust, that you can't stand living with?"
Sonny: "I also told you I'd make it work."
Mike: "What, by taking wedding vows? Isn't that a little extreme?"
Sonny: "Well, it's the only way."

Sonny: "Well, she--she--she hates the idea."
Mike: "Oh, all right. Then it's not definite."
Sonny: "No, it is. My baby is going to be a Corinthos, legally and in the eyes of the church. He's going to be raised by two functioning parents. Well, you know--one and a half, anyway."
Mike: "You really want to spend the next 20 years of your life with a woman that you don't respect, let alone love?"
Sonny: "Not really, but it's the right thing to do, mike."
Mike: "Yeah, and what if Carly doesn't agree to it?"
Sonny: "She will. I mean, she's just got a few things she's got to work out. She's--she has--issues."
Mike: "Issues."

Mike: "This is absurd. Do you realize that?"
Sonny: "You know what, mike? Think what you want, but that's what's happening."

Bobbie: "Carly, you're not moving into the brownstone."
Carly: "Michael and I don't have anywhere else to go."
Bobbie: "Well, that's not really my problem right now."

Bobbie: "Roy is in Pentonville. He's facing a five-year sentence, thanks to you. Not that you even cared enough to ask."
Carly: "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't have any idea. But, hey, it's not my fault that your boyfriend is behind bars."
Bobbie: "You know what? It is. Actually, Carly, it is your fault. Roy was trying to work it out. He was trying to fix it so that the FBI wouldn't get Sonny and Roy wouldn't have to go to prison. You came into my house, you overheard a conversation between Hannah and me, and you went running back to Sonny with information that you didn't understand."
Carly: "Yeah, well, I--you know--"
Bobbie: "And I gave you a chance to make it right. I begged you to go to Sonny and use your influence with him to fix it, and you refused."
Carly: "I couldn't--"
Bobbie: "You mean you wouldn't. Because keeping the peace with Sonny was more important than keeping Roy out of prison. Well, ok. You want to keep the peace? Go home, Carly. Do it."

Carly: "He's making it impossible for me to live there."
Bobbie: "Oh. Oh. Ooh. Ooh! This is all so familiar. Every time Jason wouldn't do what you wanted, you would threaten to pick up Michael and leave. And it worked so well, you decided to use the same tactic on A.J. Now, what, it's Sonny's turn? My house is not where you come to prove your power over Sonny by separating him from his child."
Carly: "You really don't care what happens to me, do you?"
Bobbie: "Well, you always manage to land on two feet. So, you know, whether you want to or not, Sonny's there and you are not alone. Right now I have to focus everything I have on getting Roy out of prison."

Joan: "Further proof that Carly can't trust Bobbie. That's right, I mean it. Repeatedly, Carly has told Bobbie things in confidence, impressing on her the need for secrecy. Every time, Bobbie has run out and told some man ((Jerry twice, Roy once) within the space of less than a single day. The first time, with Jerry, she broke land/speed records and told him within the HOUR. If my future was in the hands of a man as volatile as Sonny Corinthos, a man who once dragged Brenda out of his apartment by the scruff of her neck, or was it hair?) and who follows the Tony Soprano attitude toward betraying women ("She's dead to me",) then I would make damn sure that I didn't pt myself in the same bad place twice. Carly had no way of knowing that Sonny and Roy were reaching an understanding."

"Second of all, both women are overreacting in the same ill-considered way, thus proving again how alike they are. Sonny and Roy aren't at odds. Each is behaving well in this, and far from holding Roy's revelation against him, Sonny is bending over backward to help him. He just has to tell the warehouse guys that they've been working for a snitch; it's only fair to them. But he offered Roy enough money to lam it out of PC before consequences caught up with him. That Roy refused the cash makes him look even better to Sonny. So it is really these two women who are screwing themselves up, and to no purpose."

"We all know Saint Sonny of the Gummy Bears will help Roy out, no matter WHO his daughter is. And we all know that Larkin must be the bad hat that they can team up with to beat. Ah, I see it all now, a double wedding in June.... with bullets outside, a la Godfather."

Amy: "It did amuse me that Carly was ranting and raving about Roy lying to Bobbie all this time when she has lied herself, and for much more insidious reasons. I know that her logic is that she was always honest with Jason, that he was different than everybody else, and Roy isn't living up to that ideal. Ironically, I don't think Jason was that honest with her as he left."

Rae: "I'm sorry. I couldn't help overhearing you and your mother."
Carly: "Nice show, huh?"
Rae: "Well--it happens."
Carly: "All too often, unfortunately, yeah. She's my mother. She's supposed to care about me. I always end up in the same place--she tells me to come to her for help, and then I do, and what do I get? 'Why are you bothering me, Carly? Why don't you fix it yourself?' you'd think I'd learn."

Mike: "Look, if your goal is to marry Carly, then don't you think you ought to have an alternate strategy, you know, like take her out to dinner, give her a ring?"
Sonny: "A ring? Next thing I know, you're going to have me on one knee, going on about how soulful her brown eyes are, mike."
Mike: "Yeah, yeah, well, she does have nice eyes."
Sonny: "Oh. Yeah, yeah. Well, you know what? Please--because Carly would never go for it and, you know, I don't have the stomach for it."

Mike: "Hi, Bobbie. Listen, I hope you have better luck with him than I did."

Sonny: "Carly knows where you stand?"
Bobbie: "Yeah. Well, she already approached me about moving into the brownstone. I told her no."

Bobbie: "Because I think this is something that you two have to work out on your own and, quite frankly, right now I have enough to handle."

Carly: "I have a feeling you're a really great mother."
Rae: "Oh, thank you. You know, if my daughter ever needed a sympathetic ear, I hope that someone will be there for her."

Carly: "I'm all set to move out, so either you call off this marriage from hell, or I'm history."

Carly: "Bobbie has wanted Michael and I to move in with her forever, and she said my room is all ready, just waiting for me."
Sonny: "You're such a liar."
Carly: "Excuse me?"
Sonny: "Bobbie was here. She doesn't want any part of you."
Carly: "Oh, she said that?"
Sonny: "Yeah, yeah. She said that, you know, it's our battle, count her out, so stop acting like you got someplace to go."

Sonny gave a big smile on "liar."

Carly: "You just don't think that I have the guts to walk, do you?"
Sonny: "Well, it wouldn't be a smart thing to do."
Carly: "Fine. You know what? You will see."
Sonny: "Oh, really?"

Now, this I liked. Carly packed her bags, then tossed them through the foliage and onto the downstairs floor from the top landing. Crack me up.

Leticia: "We're moving? Again?"

Sonny: "Who pays your salary?"
Leticia: "You do, Mr. Corinthos."
Sonny: "Right. So that means that you pretty much do whatever I say, right?"
Leticia: "Right."
Sonny: "So if I say to you, "take the rest of the day off," you will?"
Carly: "Don't listen to him. I need you to help me pack."
Leticia: "Mr. Corinthos does pay my salary. Thanks for the free time."
Sonny: "Say hi to Reggie for me."
Carly: "I'm sorry because I thought that you cared about Michael."
Leticia: "I do. That's why I hope you'll reconsider. Michael's happier here than anywhere."
Carly: "Fine. I don't need that nanny to help me raise my kids."
Sonny: "Fine. Go, then."

Sonny: "Oh--thank you. Do I even get a kiss good-bye?"
Carly: "Yeah, in your dreams."
Sonny: "I meant Michael."

Carly: "Don't put yourself out or anything."
Sonny: "Well, you said you wanted to be out on your own, so--"
Carly: "Fine. Johnny?"
Sonny: "He's on a break."
Carly: "Oh. Cute."
Sonny: "Oh, yeah. So long."
Carly: "Jerk."

Carly: "Here we go. Bye-bye."

Sonny: "Hey, Carly--"

Carly spoke loudly and waited for Sonny to come after her. Funny thing, that, since he did. She didn't want to leave and he didn't want her to go. Bringing the giraffe toy was just an excuse. But they still had to go through the motions, it seemed.

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