Oh My God, The YELLS
Everybody in Port Charles is VERY ANGRY about MANY THINGS. And I understand--I, too, am incredibly upset about many/most of the things happening on General Hospital right now. I just wish they all weren't so LOUD about it because I have actually found myself smothering the urge to shush my television, which is problematic for several reasons (the first being that it is crazy and the second being that I'd be living down to stereotypes. Dear readers, I spend my days as a librarian, which I think I may have mentioned before, but in case I didn't, it's the truth. And aside from a love of reading and a fondness/obsession with cardigans, I don't think I'm stereotypical at all. I don't believe in quiet and I don't even wear glasses, so!) and made me want to take an aspirin and put on a cold compress as soon as I finished today's episode. SO MANY YELLS.
Let's recap, shall we?
MORGAN: I'm sorry.
MORGAN: Dad, please!
MORGAN: I said I was sorry!
MORGAN: I messed up.
MORGAN: I had do!
MORGAN: HE THREATENED OUR FAMILY!
SONNY: LOUD NOISES!
SAM: AN INNOCENT MAN IS IN JAIL! YOUR MORON PARTNER ARRESTED HIM.
DANTE: It looked like there was evidence. Kind of. If you glance at it.
SAM: Only a stupid idiot would think there was evidence.
DANTE: I mean, he brought the case with him from Manhattan, so I can't really step on his toes.
SAM: Stupid idiots live in Manhattan.
DANTE: Are we all just collectively forgetting that Dr. Clay had a twin who was insane?
SAM: ...your partner's a stupid idiot.
DANTE: All right then.
ANNA: You're working for Sonny?
DUKE: YES! DAMN IT! I AM WORKING FOR SONNY!
DUKE: HOW THE HELL ELSE CAN I GET A STORYLINE, ANNA?! DO YOU WANT ME TO BE A GLORIFIED EXTRA? DO YOU WANT ME TO BE AJ, ANNA?! SO HELP ME, I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN, EVEN IF IT MEANS SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS ABOUT NOT BEING RESCUED BY YOU! SO HELP ME!
AVA: HOW COULD YOU FORCE MORGAN TO WORK FOR YOU BY THREATENING TO HURT HIS LOVED ONES?!?!
JULIAN: Are you asking me why I'm acting like a mobster?
AVA: I'M ASKING HOW YOU COULD DO THIS TO ME!
JULIAN: Because I'm...a mobster?
AVA: HE LOVES ME! WOULD YOU KILL ME? WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL? HOW MANY SISTERS MUST YOU KILL BEFORE YOUR THIRST FOR SISTER KILLING IS SATIATED?
JULIAN: He loves you?
AVA: HE LOVES ME SO MUCH. HE LOVES ME MORE THAN HIS FATHER. HE WILL LOVE ME FOREVER. WHEN I DIE, PROBABLY AT YOUR HANDS, HE WILL VISIT MY GRAVE AND TELLS ME HE LOVES ME.
JULIAN: You don't say.
AVA: [Receives text message. Practically dislocates her shoulder reaching for her phone.
TEXT FROM MORGAN: Ava, I'm sorry. I have to end things between us. It's over. Much love, Morgan.
JULIAN: Boom. Roasted.