Blair arrives at the editor's office at The Sun and is surprised to find Todd with his feet propped up on the desk as he browses through some files.

Blair: What are you doing here?
Todd: I could ask you the same question.
Blair: I came to pick something up for Kelly.
Todd: Oh yeah? Anything interesting?
Blair: Your turn.
Todd: I was feeling nostalgic. I have a sentimental attachment to my office.
Blair: Oh, you don't have a "sentimental attachment" to anything. Except maybe Starr and even that's iffy.
Todd: Okay, you can shut up about Starr now.
Blair: So, Todd...aren't you a little afraid to show your face around here given your legal difficulties?
Todd: Oh, you haven't heard! No, they're as good as gone, man. I'm a hero now. I brought Nora back. (imitating Dr. Frankenstein) "She's alive!"
Blair: Yeah right.
Todd: Hey, don't believe me, go ask your keen publishing cousin.
Blair: Where is she?
Todd: How would I know where Kelly is?
Blair: I'm talking about Nora!
Todd: Oh, Nora I dropped off with Sam. Or Bo. I'm not sure. The point is that if I were running this paper, it would be a huge, screaming headline!
Blair: Well, you're not.
Todd: Which is painfully obvious. I mean, look at this! (he holds up a copy of the paper) It's like a cheap imitation of The Banner!
Blair: Where'd you find Nora, huh?
Todd: I think I'll write a letter to the editor saying how much this paper sucks.
Blair: Just tell me!
Todd: Look at it! Not that anybody would read it. This headline says "Presidential Campaign Heats Up." Wow!
Blair: Huh. You gave away The Sun, Todd, remember?
Todd: (reading another headline) "State Approves Money For Llanview Recycling Plant"! (he whistles)
Blair: You're not still trying to, uh, get the paper back, are you?
Todd: (looking at her with interest) What if I was?

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Blair: Why don't you dream on, Todd? There's no way you're going to get this paper back. It's a privately held corporation and you don't own any of it.
Todd: Right, but you own stock, am I right?
Blair: Don't even think about it.
Todd: Don't even think about what?

Todd casually lifts the trashbasket up onto the desk and starts throwing some of Kelly's files away.

Blair: I'm not going to help you, that's what.
Todd: Well, maybe I don't need your help. Maybe I'll start as a reporter and work my way up.
Blair: Huh. Kelly's not hiring and I really doubt The Banner is either.
Todd: Well, some reporters don't need a newspaper for their story.
Blair: Well, you do if you want anybody to read the garbage that you write.
Todd: No, some stories don't need a mass audience. Some stories are designed for an audience of one. Like the story I'm thinking about.
Blair: And what story is that, hmm?
Todd: I don't think you'd be interested.
Blair: Oh, you know, why don't you try me, since I know you're dying to tell me anyway. Go ahead.

Blair sits down in a chair next to the desk.

Todd: It's the story of wifely revenge. A two-faced woman smooches up to her husband and all the while she's secretly plotting to stab him in the back. What do you think of that? Think Max would like a story like that?
Blair: You can't intimidate me, Todd.
Todd: You should see the look on your face --

Blair jumps out of the chair and lunges forward onto Todd's desk.

Blair: Well, look again!
Todd: I'm just doing what you told me to do. You said I couldn't be a proper father to Starr unless I had a decent job and a home. Well, now The Sun is my job and The Sun is my home.
Blair: You left it!
Todd: Yeah, well, now I'm back! And nobody's going to stop me! Not -- not some legal problems, not some stock issue, and certainly not you!
Blair: Yeah, we'll see about that!

Blair storms toward the doorway. Todd calls out after her.

Todd: Stay out of my office, Blair!

Blair shoots Todd one last glare and then leaves, slamming the door behind her.

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