Feast Your Eyes on the Hot New Doc

      Patrick Drake was no slouch in the looks department and he's found a worthy replacement in hot neurosurgeon-dom in Dr. Griffin Munro, who appears for the first time in his new place of work, but not before stopping by the hospital chapel and meeting Port Chuckles most (in)famous mobster.   Lucas knows the new doc from their time in med school together.

       Kristina summons Molly to The Floating Rib and spills SOME of the truth to her curious li'l sis.  Lucas updates Liz and Jason on Jake's condition.  Jake semi-coherently apologizes for "killing her".  Jason worries when Sam doesn't show up to retrieve Danny.  Franco and Nina argue about adopting a baby.   Morgan is frustrated with his bipolar meds' side effects.

    
       THE FLOATING RIB

     MOLLY:  What's the emergency, Krissy?
     KRISTINA:  Hand it over, Molly.
     MOLLY:  As soon as you fill me in on the mysterious Mr. P.
     KRISTINA:  Nosy much?
     MOLLY:  Call it a healthy curiosity.   Who is he?
     KRISTINA:  None of your beeswax, baby sis.
     MOLLY:  I dropped everything to come over here to give you your precious diary and you aren't going to tell me what the hell is going on with you?
   

      HOSPITAL

     LUCAS:  So, when we fixed up one leak, Jake sprung another, but we fixed that one too.   He's out of surgery, but he's very groggy and might say some weird stuff.   One visitor at a time, please.
     JASON:  After you, Liz.
     LIZ:  Jakey, it's me, Mommy!   I'm glad the doctors were able to fix you up and I made sure to check for lurking Cassadines.
     SONNY:  Jason, how's the kid?
     JASON:  He's in one piece, thanks to all the docs that put him back together again, humpty-dumpty style.   Boy, do I know that feeling.
     SONNY:  I feel ya, man!
     CARLY:  Oh, Jason!   I feel all the feels for you and Jake!

   
     NINA, FRANCO, AND KIKI'S APARTMENT

    KIKI:  What the hell, Morgan?  Is this some perverse game of Red Light, Green Light?
    MORGAN:  Little Morgan didn't get the memo.
    KIKI:  What do you...Oh, I get it now.  Little Morgan's under the weather.
    MORGAN:  It's all because of THESE STUPID MEDS!
    KIKI:  It's no biggie.  Just get your shrink to prescribe Viagra and Little Morgan will be back in the game in no time.
    MORGAN:  I don't want more drugs, Kiki!  Doping is not the answer and the last thing I'm talking to my shrink about is Little Morgan's going AWOL. 
    KIKI:  But I love sane Morgan, with or without Little Morgan's *ahem* participation.
    MORGAN:  Little Morgan's going back to work.   He DOESN'T GET VACATION TIME!   He JUST DOESN'T!

 
     FLOATING RIB

    NINA:  So, I put our names on an adoption list. 
    FRANCO:  Good luck with that.   Good luck with any adoption agency giving a brand spankin' new bundle of joy to a former serial killer and his baby-stealing girlfriend who fled the country with him.
    NINA:  Like the adoption agency people are perfect!   Come on, Franco!  Don't you want to raise a baby with me?   It's a fresh start for us.
    FRANCO:  I've got enough kid on my hands with my mini-me patient, thank you very much.
    NINA:  Fine, then I'll raise this baby on my own.
    FRANCO:  And put YOUR OWN BOOBS on the front of Crimson? 
    NINA:  I. Want. A. Baby.
 
 
     HOSPITAL CHAPEL

     GRIFFIN:  Hey, dude, don't let me get in your way of communing with the guy in the sky.
     SONNY:  As long as you haven't killed someone I love, you're free to co-exist with me.
     GRIFFIN:  Good to know this chapel is big enough for the two of us.
     SONNY:  When you gotta pray, you gotta pray.   Nice piece of holy bling, by the way.
     GRIFFIN:  That's St. Aloysius.  I wear it in honor of AIDS patients.
     SONNY:  I knew a guy with AIDS.  He died 20 years ago, may he rest in piece.   Stone was a good kid, man.
     GRIFFIN:  Sorry, man.
 
  
     HOSPITAL

     CARLY:  Elizabeth, I won't bite you.  Not today, at least.   That would REALLY be in bad taste, since your kid just got out of surgery.
     LIZ:  Thanks, Carly.  I think...
     CARLY:  Jake is going to be just fine.  I'll make sure of it, because I have power over these things when it comes to anyone biologically related to Jason.

  
     LIZ'S BASEMENT

     SAM:  Jason?   Why you leave me?   Jason?   Should I unplug this thing?  I see weird smoke coming out of the outlet?   I'm...so...sleepy.
     GAS LEAK:  Hiss, hiss, noxious fumes!  Get out of this basement, you idiot!  This place is gonna BLOW!

    THE FLOATING RIB

       KRISTINA:  So, I made a deal with my prof.  Sex for a passing grade.   The prof didn't go for it and I'm in big trouble because now said prof's wife knows.
       MOLLY:  Was your professor hot?   What does he look like?
       KRISTINA:  Soulful eyes.   My prof has soulful eyes.
       MOLLY:  That's so romantic!
       KRISTINA:  If only.
       MOLLY:  Have you ever tried swearing off men?
       KRISTINA:  (to herself)  Is my li'l sis onto me?   (to Molly) Say WHAAAAAAAAT?
       MOLLY:  You know, flying solo.  No men, no problems.
       KRISTINA:  I'll have to give that a shot.


     HOSPITAL

     JAKE:  I'm sorry, Dad.
     JASON:  For what?  Getting hit by a car?   Granted it's disturbing that this is the second time you've got run over, it's not like I can judge.  I was run over by an SUV, had to get a new face and it took me a long time to remember I was your dad.

  
     LUCAS:  You guys need to get some rest and some food in your stomachs.
     JASON:  I'll hit the Rib up for some BBQ.
     LIZ:  I'll stay with my son.   You never know when a Cassadine could pop out of nowhere.

  
   NINA, FRANCO, & KIKI'S APARTMENT

    FRANCO:  Hey Kiki.  How was your hot date with Sonny Jr?
    KIKI:  Let's just say things took a turn south.  I'm gonna hit the hay.   Scrabble takes its toll...
    NINA:  See how good a fake dad you are to Kiki?   You'll be a great dad to a tiny bundle of limitless potential.
    FRANCO:  I might be into having a kid "at some point".   You know, like in the year 2020 or something.   Besides, having a kid might put a serious damper on sexy time.
 

   FLOATING RIB

    JASON:  Have either of you seen your sister? 
    KRISTINA:  It's weird.  She went over to Elizabeth's yesterday and never came back.


    MORGAN:  Beer me.
    KRISTINA:  I thought you were on the wagon with your meds and all.
    MORGAN:  I thought you were out of town, with school and all.
    KRISTINA:  Point taken.  Carry on.
 

   HOSPITAL

    GRIFFIN:  Guess who?
    LUCAS:  Hey, man!  Long time, no see!
    GRIFFIN:  There will be a lot of see from now on.  You're looking at GH's newest neurosurgeon.
    LUCAS:  Sah-weet!


   JAKE:  I killed her.
   LIZ:  That's hilarious.  Who could YOU possibly kill?


  LIZ'S HOUSE

   JASON:  Why do I hear the smoke alarm going off?   What the hell's going on here?  Sam?  SAM?

  LIZ'S BASEMENT
 
    SAM:  Save me Halluci-Jason!  Save me! 
    GAS LEAK:  SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!    Time's a-wastin' lady!  I'm spewin' fumes like there's no tomorrow and at the rate I'm going, you can take that literally!