Trying Optimism On For Size
Olivia: Let’s talk about me. I don't like pretending that I don't know you, okay? I gotta see you here. With Johnny, over at Kelly’s, with Sonny, I gotta pretend that you're some thug named Dominic that I've never met before and not my baby, who I love more than anything in the world.
Dominante: Okay, you gotta stop worrying, ma. I-I'm trained to do this, remember?
Olivia: Well, I'm not. I'm not. I don't know what I'm doing. I give you up, these people find out who you are, they will kill you.
Dominante: Look, I have infiltrated the Corinthos organization. I'm on the brink of a major takedown. It’s a little late for you to suddenly decide you don't want me to be a cop.
Is it too much to hope that when Sonny learns that he has another son, a son who looks to be in his mid-30s, at that (Dominic Zamprogna is great, actually, and I am enjoying how he works with Lisa LoCicero and Julie Marie Berman, but the age thing is distracting me. Although it doesn't take much to distract me from General Hospital and I do gladly welcome any and all distractions that come my way), and then finds out that his son is a COP, the most loathsome, undignified and evil profession of all, that he melodramatically decides to end it all? While it does seem unlikely, I figure that he is a drama queen and prone to using violence to deal with trauma, so it could happen! Let's all hold hands and dream!