GL Best Lines Friday 7/13/07

Guiding Light  Best Lines Friday 7/13/07


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Dylan: Okay. Well, maybe you can chain them to opposite sides of the house. Maybe that would do the trick.

Harley: Is this how you're going to help me?

Dylan: Don't I get a say in this?

Harley: I thought you just did.

Dylan: Actually, I haven't even gotten started. I'm her father, Harley.

Harley: Yes, you are her father. And Gus is my husband, so I wish you would stop acting like you are.

Gus: What about Rafe?. I thought the whole plan was that they're not supposed to be under the same roof at the same time, living together.

Harley: I still think that that's very true.

Gus: What else are you thinking?

Harley: I went over this a million different ways in my head.

Gus: I mean, where is Rafe supposed to go... oh. Oh, I get it. You're picking your daughter over my son.

Alan: And that my grandson Rafael should come and live with me.

Harley: ( Laughs ) And why in the world do you think I would ever agree to Rafe living in the Spaulding fortress?

Alan: It's very simple. Because you want to save your marriage.

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