GL Best Lines Monday 9/29/08

Guiding Light Best Lines Monday 9/29/08


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Dinah: You're right. It's not the suit, it's you. Act like you've worn one before! Come on!

Grady: All right. Enough with the fashion advice, okay? This isn't going to be easy. When do we get to work?

Dinah: ( Sighs ) I borrowed Lizzie's date book today. She really shouldn't be leaving it lying around. She has a meeting at Towers. I'm going to make sure that appointment doesn't show. That's when you move in and do your work.

Grady: So all I have to do is break up her and Bill, huh?

Dinah: All? All? What do you think, she's going to take a look at you and fall head over heels? You have to charm her.

Grady: Yeah, no kidding. Let's not forget the girl hates me.

Dinah: She hated Bill, too. You break them up, I get my brother back. I get everything back.

Grady: And then I get paid with benefits!

Dinah: Oh! You are such a charmer, aren't you? Forget you're a street thug, and you're going to be fine. If you get stuck, just try and...

Grady: If you say I look like Cyrus, I'm going to break that pretty, little neck.

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