Guiding Light Best Lines Wednesday 1/3/07
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Provided By Tanya
Harley: This is my resolution. I don't want to yell at my kids anymore. You know, I don't want to be one of those mothers that's just always screaming at their children. Would you get down from there? Are you crazy, you're going to break your neck!
Ashlee: Hey, Mallet.
Mallet: Hi.
Ashlee: Ni-- nice gun.
Mallet: I'm not wearing a gun, but thank you. So where's Dinah, have you seen her?
Ashlee: Dinah?
Mallet: Yeah, your boss.
Ashlee: Oh, you meant that Dinah. Yeah, yeah, she's inside doing something for the show and she can't be disturbed. If you ruin her shot, she won't sleep with you for, like, months. Well, you know Dinah.
Dinah: Would you talk to me, please? Would you just humor me for old time's sake, okay? Now, why do you think Rick returned the favor to Alan and Alan returned the favor to whomever. You know what I'm talking about. You think it was something in the beer.
Jonathan: I'm not sure you'd get it.
Dinah: Why, because you think I'm selfish?
Jonathan: No, because you're wearing that shirt. Finding the worst in people is something of your strong suit.
Dinah: Well, you could explore under this shirt and show me the light.
Jonathan: (Coughs) Okay.
Mallet: Let me see. "Find your light." "Find your light"-- what does that mean?
Dinah: I don't know. I've been trying to track it back, but there are just so many threads, I got lost. You know, I really thought that this was going to be the show that was going to make... make me a big hit, but... you know what? Take it. Make an announcement. Tell people that someone left the money as a gift, as a generous gift, and they should be a little more grateful... unlike me. Selfish, criminal me who's been selling her soul to just get a story.
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