(Scene 1)
Bridget: Geez, they want a lot for a studio. It's not even in a great part of town. I won't even be able to get that unless I get a job. First things first.
Waitress: Sorry. We're real short-staffed.
Bridget: Oh, that's okay. Short-staffed? Hmm.
(Scene 2)
Waitress: Ken, this is Bridget. She's interested in the job.
Bridget: Hi.
Ken: Hi. Got experience?
Bridget: Yeah -- uh, not in waitressing. Wait, wait. I have references, though. My aunt Katie used to work here.
Ken: Ka -- not Katie Logan?
Bridget: Yeah.
Ken: Oh, yeah? How's she doing?
Bridget: She's good.
Ken: Yeah? Is the catering business working out?
Customer: Hey, can I get a --
Ken: One second. Listen, we're dying for help. Fill this out, and make sure you leave your phone number on it.
Bridget: Okay, thanks. So how soon can you get back to me?
C.J.: I got your answer right now. What are you trying to pull?
Ken: C.J, this is Katie Logan's niece.
C.J.: Yeah, I know who it is.
Bridget: So, when did you get back?
C.J.: What do you want?
Bridget: A job.
C.J.: You have a job.
Bridget: I quit.
C.J.: I see. So you quit being a supermodel, and now you want to wait tables.
Bridget: Yes.
C.J.: Oh, what, did daddy make you mad? What is this, the teenage version of "holding your breath"?
Bridget: I just want to pay my rent.
C.J.: Yeah? Since when do Forresters pay rent?
Bridget: Since now. Look, C.J., I didn't even think about this being your place.
C.J.: Yeah, well, you should have, okay? And you should've thought about it being Macy's place before you even set foot through that door! Your family has no respect.
Bridget: C.J., Your sister's death was horrible, but I had nothing to do with that.
C.J.: Oh, really? You're your mother's daughter, aren't you?
Bridget: No! No, I'm not.
(Scene 3)
C.J.: Oh, I see. It wasn't daddy who made you mad. It was mommy.
Bridget: Why do I have to be mad at anybody? Why can't I just be applying for a job? Ken told me you were desperate for people.
C.J.: Yeah. Not that desperate.
Bridget: C.J., This is so stupid. You need a waitress, I need a job.
C.J.: No! Bridget: Why don't you just try me out for a couple of weeks? If I'm terrible, then you don't --
C.J.: Oh, okay. Let me think about it for a second. No. Not used to hearing that, are you? You spoiled brat.
Bridget: You think you know me, but you don't!
C.J.: Yeah, and I don't want to know you, okay? I don't want anything to do with your sick, twisted, screwed-up family! So why don't you do me a favor and get the hell out of here? Thank you. [ Door slams ]
C.J.: See these numbers --
Bridget: You are such a jerk! Who cares who my mother is? What does that have to do with anything? You think she's a slut and a home-wrecker? Fine. So what?! What, are you worried I'm gonna seduce your customers?! Your mother's been ripping us off for years. Should I be afraid you're gonna steal my tips?!
C.J.: Finished?
Bridget: No. We never cared who your family was. We liked you for you. You were Rick's best friend for years.
C.J.: Yeah, until he wanted what I had.
Bridget: Oh, that's what this is about, huh? It's not Macy at all. It's about Amber, because she dumped you for Rick. I guess you just weren't used to hearing no.
C.J.: Still want this job?
Bridget: Yes.
C.J.: Fine. You're hired. You can start by cleaning that up. What's the matter? Are you too good for that? When you're finished there, you can start in the bathrooms. This might be kind of fun.