AMC Best Lines Thursday 11/29/07

All My Children Best Lines Thursday 11/29/07

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Aidan: It's the same night, but what else do we have?

Tad: Ok, so, Zach -- he's injured, he's unconscious, right? He's crawling around in the dark. Greenlee -- she's on the run. She's scared to death in a cold sweat. She doesn't know where she's headed. They both disappear.

Aidan: Well, how do you read it?

Tad: Whoever hit Zach carried him off somewhere.

Aidan: The blood in the car.

Tad: Right. Well, who knows? Maybe they -- the crawling Zach ran into the running Greenlee, or the running Greenlee tripped over Zach.

Aidan: Huh. That's a big coincidence.

Aidan: So frightened Greenlee and half-dead Zach -- they meet up in the middle of the night. Then what? I mean, Greenlee loathes the man.

Tad: Yeah, with just cause, but do you really think she's the kind of person that's going to leave a severely injured man to die in the dirt?

Aidan: Well, Greenlee's nice, so in this case, unfortunately not, so, ok, Greenlee and Zach connect. She drags Zach along with her and the jerk slows her down.

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