It Might As Well Be Wrapped In A Big Red Bow
Sometimes ("sometimes"? Who am I kidding? As you can clearly tell by the number of entries in the Serial Drama archives tagged General Hospital, it's more like often/always), all I can do is wrinkle my nose and say "...that wasn't for me" after an episode of GH--okay, that is an extremely sanitized version of my reaction to this show. This is possibly the most lie-filled paragraph of all time. So I will just cut to the chase and say that today's episode of General Hospital contained so many delightful moments that it was almost like Ron Carlivati was writing specifically for me. Which I doubt he was, because the world doesn't actually, revolve around me, but I will give myself the Christmas gift of delusion and just roll with it.
I loved...the irritation written all over Silas's face when a nurse cockblocked him with the annoyance of "work".
Sam: I can't wait to get home, put on some Christmas carols, curl up on the couch next to the fire...get in some comfy clothes.
Silas, all sexy-like: You need anyone to come over and stoke your fire?
NURSE: Dr. Clay?
SILAS: Off the clock.
NURSE: I have a patient--
SILAS: OFF. THE. CLOCK!
NURSE: But it's a kid--
SILAS: I'M TRYING TO TALK TO SOME BOOBS, HERE.
I loved...Santa Scorpio wishing everyone a Happy Christmas and giving Emma a didgeridoo. I also loved Robin's strained "How cool" reaction to the very noisy present and Robert's oblivious "You cannot place a price on a child's musical education". I love basically everything that ever includes Robert and think it is a tragedy that Tristan Rogers is not on contract. Or my uncle. I think I'd like to have him as my uncle.
I loved...the most awkward pre-breakup conversation of all time, which I am barely paraphrasing.
SABRINA: No, Felix and Taylor are visiting their parents.
PATRICK: Oh, I didn't know you were alone.
SABRINA: Alone? No, it's fine. I mean, it's like good. Alone! I'm totally cool with it. Really. Cool. It's fine. Did you get my messages? I mean message? I mean I called about presents. For you. I mean, for Emma. I have presents for Emma.
PATRICK: Wow, you spoil her.
SABRINA: Well, I mean she's my stepdaughter. Right? Haha, is it hot in here? Why am I so nervous? I shouldn't be nervous. It's not like you came to break up with me.
PATRICK: We need to talk.
I loved...Sabrina halfheartedly throwing Patrick's watch three feet away from her. And then whining at the person (an injured Carlos, it turns out) to go away. It was like watching a toddler at the tail end of a temper tantrum when she's just too exhausted to really give it her all and fizzles out with a whimper.
I loved...this. Obviously.
I loved...Anna going off on Sonny. Reminding him of all the bad things (violence, blood, body parts, murder) that happen because of the mob's presence in Port Charles, her outright derision and anger when he tried to pretend that HE shot Max while he was cleaning his gun as if she was a total moron (to be fair, he's used to total morons or family members--sometimes total moron family members--investigating his crimes so someone with common sense totally threw him for a loop. "Oh my god, she realized that I didn't accidentally shoot thousands of bullets while I was cleaning my gun? Right off the top of her head? Is she a witch?!"). I love Anna, basically.
But if I'm being honest, I think what I loved most was the face Sonny made when Morgan was pointing a gun at him.
"I KNOW YOU! You're that guy from the place!"