OLTL Best Lines Friday 8/11/06

One Life to Live Best Lines Friday 8/11/06

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Spencer: Yeah, hi, this is Dr. Truman. That's right. Listen, I won't be able to bring the little lady by today. Well, we've been held up. Look, I just want to make sure no one outbids me on this house. It's the perfect house for me and my new family. Mm-hmm.

Spencer: Well, I guess it's only natural that Todd and Blair do some bonding. After all, it is their daughter, and that's what families do during a crisis. The thing is, Paige, you know, at the end of the day, I'm the one that Blair's going home with. I'm the one she's going to be loving --

Paige: Yeah, right.

Spencer: Caressing.

Paige: You just keep telling yourself that, big guy. Oh, by the way, have you heard the news? Bo got his job back this morning. It turns out somebody forged his signature on those documents. You know, the documents from the morgue, the ones that said Margaret and the baby were dead, the ones you blackmailed me with?

Blair: What are we going to do about our little girl, Todd?

Todd: Well, you heard your boyfriend -- can't stress her out.

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