GL Best Lines Wednesday 3/7/07

Guiding Light  Best Lines Wednesday 3/7/07

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Daisy: Say cheesy. Ugh, what reeks in here?

Harley: I made cookies.

Daisy: What? Cookies with ash frosting?

Harley: I'm going to be more like you.

Gus: What?

Harley: I'm going to be myself with Daisy.

Gus: Really? Who've you been up to now?

Harley: I don't know. I had this idea in my head of what a mother should be, but I'm myself with the boys, I'm myself with you. I've been over-thinking things with Daisy.

Gus: That's your problem right there. You see, I don't bother thinking at all.

Harley: You've never had a thought in your life!

Gus: Thank you, honey. ( Laughter )

Harley: Whatever you're doing, you're doing it right.

Gus: Thank you. Where is my tape recorder when I need it? "You're doing everything right"? "I want to be like you"? Are you kidding me with that?

Daisy: What, locking me in my room isn't enough anymore? She has to put me behind bars? She's my mom, she always supposed to believe me. ( Crying )

Gus: She might not believe you right this second, but believe me, she... she believes in you.

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