GL Best Lines Friday 7/14/06

Guiding Light  Best Lines Friday 7/14/06


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Alan: We can settle this. We've always been able to talk.

Lizzie: Oh, right. As long as you're doing the talking and I'm doing the listening. And that isn't going to work anymore.

Cassie: I wasn't speeding! Josh, would you tell him?

Josh: How you doing, officer?

Cassie: Okay, um... maybe you recognize me? I'm Cassie Winslow. Princess Cassie Winslow.

Cop: And I'm the Duke of Wales.

Tammy: Weren't we meeting at the penthouse?

Lizzie: Um, we were, but then I decided to come here instead. What were you guys just doing? No wait, don't tell me. I don't want my morning sickness to come back.

Cassie: You are constantly torturing me! I have feelings for you, Josh! All right? I... I didn't mean for it to happen. But we spend so much time together... and you just... you're just... an amazing guy. Oh my God, I hate this. Okay, I hate this. You're my sister's husband, and I shouldn't be saying any of this to you. But I have to say it. Because you need to know, because I can't take it anymore. You have to go to Minnesota. You have to get Reva and bring her back here so I will stop wanting. It's the only way.

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