Guiding Light Best Lines Tuesday 10/14/08

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Beth: Well, I just don't think it's Lizzie’s top priority right now.

Bill: Really? Well, it should have been. I mean, hell if I know what she wants anymore.

Beth: Well, as much as I hate to say it, it's you, Bill. You are what she wants.

Bill: Well, she's got a funny way of showing it. You realize she almost blew this deal? Leaves me hanging on the biggest day of my career, and I had so much that I wanted to tell her before we... never mind. So you think she planned on bailing on me all along?

Beth: I think, um, that she knows that you've never liked sharing the limelight; that you wanted to prove to everyone-- Josh, Bill, Alan, Decker-- that you were the next big thing. And maybe she stepped out of the way to give you your win.

Bill: I don't know.

Beth: Why? Why? Is that inconvenient? Does that take away from your big win? If you ask me, I think you should be thanking her.

Bill: The truth is, I wanted to tell Lizzie that I love her. You know, I want to make a commitment to her. I do. And I wanted to tell her that before the presentation, you know-- just in case it all fell apart, Decker backed out, and we have one another, you know? She'd know she's the most important thing to me. Beth doesn't think she abandoned me. She thinks she stayed away so I could have my shining moment.

Marina: No. I was just... I was just punching some numbers into a mortgage calculator to see how much money the people who end up buying Harley’s house will have to pay.

Frank: Hmm. Why do you care?

Marina: I don't know. It was just for fun.

Frank: For fun? Well, I'm sure Springfield taxpayers would love to know how their finest are spending their days.

Marina: Yeah. Well, maybe the taxpayers should be paying us more money so that the S.P.D.'s detectives can put nice roofs over their heads, instead of having to live in freaking hotel rooms forever. And then maybe we'd be motivated to go out there and find some fricking crime to fight!

Dinah: Oh, are you having fun?

Grady: Not really. What's this?

Dinah: Lizzie's clothes.

Grady: You are so hung up on giving her food, giving her water, making sure she's comfortable. Now she's got clean clothes? Take me prisoner anytime.

Dinah: I'm trying to make it look like she's run away from home so it will buy us more time.