Bridget: Hey. Is that an invitation to your show?
C.J.: It's not my show, Bridget. It's not my mom's, either.
Bridget: I guess that means you're not going.
C.J.: Nope. Why, you want it? Go ahead, take it. I'm sure it will be great fun watching Ridge destroy your father's life's work.
Bridget: That's not gonna happen.
C.J.: Oh, really? Ridge made a deal with all of your buyers, Bridget. The Ambrosia line is dead in the water.
Bridget: Well, you should be thrilled. I mean, isn't that what your mom always wanted?
C.J.: Look, it doesn't matter what happens, okay? It doesn't matter how thrilled my mom is. It's not gonna change anything. So Brooke loses a few million. Big deal. I lost my sister, Bridget, and there's no way your mom is ever gonna pay for that, is she?
Bridget: C.J., Nobody is invincible. Everybody has their demons, something they're ashamed of.
C.J: Your mom has never regretted one thing she's done, so don't even start to defend her.
Bridget: I'm not defending her.
C.J.: Okay, so why don't you tell me? What did she do to you?
Bridget: It's none of your business.
C.J.: Bridget -- look, I'm not trying to be an ass here, okay? If this is really serious, and you need somebody to talk to --
Bridget: I didn't come here to talk. I came here to work. So if you're through here, I should get back to it.
C.J.: I told you I could get my own coffee, okay?
Bridget: C.J., Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you before, but you really hit a nerve.
C.J.: Look, Bridget, maybe this isn't such a good idea. I mean, with everything that's going on between our families, maybe you shouldn't be working here.
Bridget: Are you kidding me? Come on, I said I was sorry. You can't -- you can't fire me.
C.J.: Yeah, I can. I'm the boss, remember? I can do whatever I want.
Bridget: Great. That -- that's great. What am I supposed to do now?
C.J.: Oh, please. You've got a pretty nice beach house. Why don't you just go home and work on your tan?
Bridget: Because I don't live at the beach anymore.
C.J.: Oh, what, did you move back into the Forrester mansion?
Bridget: If you must know, I'm staying with friends.
C.J.: Somebody lent you their guest house, I suppose.
Bridget: Somebody lent me their couch. Now, if you're really firing me, I have to go and clean out my locker.
C.J.: Bridget -- look, this is stupid, okay? I don't want to fight with you. I mean, we have known each other a long time, and even though our families have always been at each others throats, we've kind of managed to stay friends. I mean, we used to be kind of tight at one time.
Bridget: Yeah, so?
[C.J. Sighs]
C.J.: So -- look, if you really don't have anywhere to go, I've got this room upstairs. It's small, but it's got a kitchen and a bathroom and --
Bridget: Are you offering me a place to live?
C.J.: Yeah, go ahead. Laugh in my face.
Bridget: No, no, no. I'm interested.
C.J.: All right. I mean, I'll have to have somebody clean it up, and you'll have to pay rent.
Bridget: That's gonna be kind of hard without a job.
C.J.: Look, I didn't fire you. I just said that I could.
Bridget: Thank you, C.J. You've got yourself a tenant.