>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Greenlee: The best news ever!
Laura: Greenlee! We were just talking about you and Jake. Now that picture was worth 1,000 words, huh?
Anna: David isn't Proteus.
Chris: I hope you have hard facts to back that up.
Anna: Are you keeping me focused on David for a reason?
Erica: The jury has to find me guilty because I think that Bianca shot Frankie.
Mia: The face is very familiar. Oh, you're the guy who's on his way out of town. Very, very slowly.
Ryan: Ahem. I decided not to take the shortcut.
Mia: Well, don't get me wrong. Guys who take their time are just fine by me. Whatever it is keeping you here, I'm grateful for it.
Anna: Hmm, you're still tense. That nap didn't do you any good?
David: I only slept a few minutes.
Anna: Do you want to talk about your father's death?
David: So you think I need some more compassion? Or are you hoping to pass along some more tidbits to, uh, Agent Stamp?
Anna: I thought you heard me talking to Stamp.
David: Yeah. I heard. So you were using my childhood trauma to get closer to me. Was that your idea or Stamp's?
David: Congratulations, Devane. You just hit a new low.
Chris: I asked a question. Anyone feel like answering? Come on, you can tell me.
Erica: Well, it's nothing that concerns you.
Chris: No, everything you do concerns me, Erica.
Erica: Well, why clutter your head with a lot of useless information?
Chris: I love useless information.
Erica: Oh --
Opal: Oh, look at the time. I got to run.
Erica: Stay, Opal, please. Look, all I did was I told Opal the truth.
Chris: Ah, truth, revelation. Why don't you share it with me?
Greenlee: What are you doing here?
Leo: What are you doing here?
Laura: Oh, don't let us interrupt. Is your wonderful news just for Jake or can you share it with the class?
Greenlee: Erica asked me to stay on at Enchantment. In fact, I've been promoted.
Laura: Wow! So you came to share the news with the top guy in your life. How lucky that Leo was here -- at Jakeís.
Leo: I was getting his key to your place.
Laura: Jake still has a key?
Greenlee: He's my neighbor.
Laura: Oh, so you came to celebrate with your favorite ice cream.
Jake: Okay, listen, if you all don't mind, I got things I got to do here.
Laura: It seems like the two favorite flavors in your life have broken the code. Rocky road --
Jake: Take it out to the street, Laura.
Laura: And vanilla have met. See? You can trust me. I'm not the liar. Greenlee is.
Ryan: Yeah, I'd be about 3,000 miles away right now if it wasn't for Adam Chandler.
Mia: Sounds like a reason to leave, not stay.
Ryan: My baby died because of him.
Mia: I know that Adam is responsible for a lot, but Liza fell. You said so yourself.
Ryan: After they argued, after they fought because Adam just couldn't leave her alone.
Mia: Okay. Hey, he's not my favorite person. But he loves his wife and that child.
Ryan: "Love"? No. Ahem. He possesses things, he possesses people, companies. It's all the same to him, you understand that, and the baby she was carrying was not his.
Mia: All right, all right. I'm not arguing with you. I -- whatever it is you're after with Adam, I'll back you. Just be careful, okay?
Ryan: Thank you for your support.
Mia: You're welcome.
Ryan: But after things get settled here, you know, I'm gone.
Mia: I understand.
Ryan: Ahem. I can't make any promises.
Mia: I'm not asking you to. Promises break too easily, anyway.
Ryan: Ahem. So you don't have any expectations?
Mia: No, look, I went through this before, you know? I just -- I want my friend back, for as long as he's around.
Ryan: And you're cool with that?
Mia: Sure. Yeah. We'll just lean on each other for a while. That way, well, no one gets hurt.
Chris: I'm waiting.
Erica: Look, all I did was I told Opal that I killed Frankie.
Chris: You told Opal?
Erica: Yes, and since you already know this, I thought it would be very silly to repeat it.
Chris: Damn silly to repeat it.
Erica: Well, I didn't announce it on a street corner.
Chris: Well, who else have you told?
Erica: No one. Opal is my dearest friend.
Opal: Yeah, we're closer than sisters.
Chris: Well, I don't care about that. Repeat that to no one.
Erica: Opal won't tell anybody else.
Opal: Oh, no, my lips are zipped and locked. I don't want folks knowing that Erica shot Frankie.
Chris: And what if Montgomery calls her to testify?
Erica: Well, why borrow trouble? Why worry about things that may not even happen?
Chris: Because Frankie was killed in her house, and Frankie was there because Opal provided her with a place to live and a job. Now, you -- you can't imagine one reason why he would call her to the stand?
Erica: Opal, will you tell Jack what I told you?
Opal: No, I will not.
Chris: Oh, good. Are you telling the truth now? Good, because when you purger yourself in front of a jury, you're looking at jail time. Remember that.
Erica: Chris, stop looking at the dark side. I mean, Jack isn't going to ask Opal if I killed Frankie.
Chris: This is not fun and games, Erica. The charge against you is murder one.
Erica: But Opal doesn't know if I did it or I didn't do it. She wasn't there.
Chris: You just told her!
Erica: But Jack doesn't know that. So stop worrying. I mean, trust me, the subject is never even going to come up.
Chris: Do you have a death wish I should know about?
Erica: No, of course not.
Chris: Good. Okay, ladies, this is planet Earth. Please, join us. Now, I have to go down to the lab and speak to the forensics people. I'm not going to be long, but while I'm gone, will you try not to do any more damage to your case, please?
Opal: Well, how long do you think you can keep this up? I mean, that guy isn't stupid, Erica.
Erica: Oh, stop it. No lectures.
Opal: Well, I mean, it just doesn't seem right lying to a guy that's so wild for you.
Erica: I've got to save Bianca, okay? Nothing is going to stop me from that.
Opal: Yeah, well, that poor man is going to suffer something fierce when he can't save you.
Erica: He'll get over it.
Opal: Ooh. That is mighty cold. I mean, do you care a weensy bit for Chris or is he just your legal beagle to be used, abused, and reduced to a howling shame?
Anna: I would never use your father's suicide to manipulate you.
David: You just told me that you went to your room to check on your messages.
Anna: Oh, like you always tell the truth.
David: All right. Why don't you go report your screw-up to your superior, all right?
Anna: I told Stamp what I think of his investigation.
David: Oh, in other words, you put on a good show. And then you hopped right back in here to take another crack at me, right?
Anna: David, we both have agendas. I wouldn't take advantage of you that way.
David: Even if you thought I was destroying lives, trafficking drugs? Hmm? Even if you thought I was Proteus?
Anna: But I donít.
David: You don't anymore.
David: I see. Well, I guess the question now is, are you telling me the truth? Or do you still suspect me?
Anna: It's the truth. I know you're not Proteus.
Laura: Rocky road makes sense. I mean, Jake can be difficult. But do you really think that Leo is just bland, plain old vanilla?
Leo: Laura --
Laura: I mean, maybe the "van" part comes from Vanessa.
Greenlee: You misunderstood the whole ice cream thing.
Laura: No, no, I get it, I get it. I can even do it with other foods. See, a juicy steak and boneless chicken.
Greenlee: Since you're so clueless, Laura, why don't you keep out of this.
Leo: Well, why don't you just explain everything, Greenlee?
Laura: No, no, she canít. She's way too busy thinking of Jake -- and you, of course.
Greenlee: Go home before I hurt you.
Laura: I am home, almost. I got my own place right here in this building.
Greenlee: You what?
Laura: Yeah, no need for welcome gifts. This was present enough.
Jake: Okay, all right, that's it, that's it. Laura, I want you out of here right now or I'm going to call the super and the cops and have you thrown out.
Laura: Oh, did I overstay my welcome?
Laura: Thanks for the entertainment, Greenlee.
Leo: You want to explain the ice cream bit, please?
Greenlee: Why? You're letting her make trouble for us.
Leo: Greenlee, you cannot blame this one on Laura.
Greenlee: Oh, yes, I can. I'm going to kill that wacko witch.
Leo: Green-- no!
Jake: I think she means it.
Leo: Yeah, if Laura doesn't kill her first.
Anna: Did you hear me? David?
David: Yeah. Yeah, I heard you.
Anna: I just said I don't think you're a drug dealer and you look disappointed.
David: Hmm. Well, it was a fun and challenging game while it lasted, right?
Anna: It's not entirely over. I mean, it's not like I called you dull and boring. I'm still aware of how complicated, annoying, egotistical you are.
David: All right, please, please, stop, stop. My head's big enough already.
Anna: There are still things I'm curious about.
David: Good. Well, then let's keep the mystery alive, shall we?
Anna: You could tell me why you have a mountain cabin full of highly technical equipment. And how Roger Smythe fits into your life -- that's a big, fat question.
David: Hmm. And yet you've replaced me as your number one suspect. Do you mind if I ask by whom?
Anna: Agent Stamp.
Erica: My life is not my own. I can't think about love.
Opal: Oh, come on, love rules your every move.
Erica: My love for Bianca.
Opal: No, the love of a good man. It can get you through some mighty rough patches in life, and that guy's got it bad.
Erica: Oh, Opal, please just stop, okay? Chris is fascinating, and under other circumstances --
Opal: Honey, you got to carpe his diem. I mean, grab that diamond in the rough. He is just primed for some grinding and polishing.
Erica: Opal, I can't give into my feelings. I canít. Otherwise, I'd have to be completely honest with Chris.
Opal: But go ahead, be honest with him. Tell him about Bianca.
Erica: He would never go along with that plan. I canít. I have got to keep him at arm's length.
Opal: There's got to be some way that you can look out for Bianca and yourself, too.
Erica: Well, I'm not going to give my heart away only to be taken off to prison.
Opal: Well, plenty of women stand by their men when they're sent up.
Erica: I couldn't do it, Opal. Wanting him and needing him, and all the while being stuck --
Opal: Stuck on the top bunk of a cell in the belly of the beast. Boy, I never actually thought about you being in the big house night after night.
Erica: Well, I'm doing what I want to do, Opal. You know, I'm protecting Bianca.
Opal: Yeah, well, you need a little protecting, too, missy.
Erica: Opal, I can't give in to my feelings for that man. I can't do that. If I did, I would just have to tell Chris the truth.
Greenlee: What do you think you're doing?
Laura: I'm going down to my floor. Don't you want to wait for the next elevator?
Greenlee: Ha! How about a detour to the basement? There's a big trash compactor I want you to meet.
Laura: You're determined to go to jail, aren't you, Greenlee? Get out!
Greenlee: Hey! Come on, I want you to see it!
Laura: Stop it! Stop it!
Leo: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, knock it off, both of you!
Greenlee: Leave us alone!
Leo: Come on! All right, the door's closed.
Jake: Wait, where are we going here?
Greenlee: I'm giving Laura a tour of the basement.
Leo: Go to your penthouse, Greenlee.
Jake: Hey, wait, wait, go easy on this thing. It gets tricky.
Greenlee: Oh, my God.
Jake: Be still.
Leo: We're not moving.
Laura: Look what you did!
Greenlee: Me? It was you! Now we're stuck!
Leo: No, we can't be stuck.
Laura: All right, well, why are we stopped?
Jake: Well, it looks like we aren't going anywhere here.
Greenlee: You selfish cow!
Laura: Me? You're the one who got us in this mess!
Greenlee: Oh, right, blame me!
Leo: Please. Oh. Perfect!
Greenlee: Ow, that's my foot! Ow!
Jake: Everybody just --
Greenlee: For the record, it's her fault we're stuck.
Laura: Hey, I was going down to my loft. You're the one who shoved your way in here.
Leo: Just please, for the love of God, just shut up!
Jake: Okay, just everybody try to stay calm, all right?
Greenlee: Help! Help!
Laura: Give me that!
Greenlee: Stuck in an elevator with a violent nut case!
Jake: Greenlee, how is that helping?
Leo: It's not.
Greenlee: It's dead.
Laura: Oh, like your flavor-of-the-month love life.
Greenlee: Oh, shut up.
Jake: All right, look out, give me this thing.
Laura: Go for it, rocky.
Jake: See what's going on.
Leo: See anything?
Jake: Well, all the wiring appears to be intact. I don't know.
Laura: May I?
Jake: Have at it.
Leo: Laura, hey! What are you doing?
Laura: Sometimes hitting things works.
Greenlee: She tried to kill me!
Laura: Get over it.
Greenlee: Why don't you just leave us alone?
Jake: Hey --
Laura: Me? I was going down to my loft. You shoved your way in here. Why don't you leave me alone?
Jake: Okay, can we at least try to make the best of this?
Greenlee: Yeah. Yeah, I can use this time. Can finally tell you what it felt like when you locked me in that closet.
Jake: No, no, bad plan.
Greenlee: My dad was sick, maybe even dying, but you didn't care if I found David Hayward.
Laura: Oh, like I could believe a word you said.
Greenlee: I didn't care about your stupid wedding.
Jake: Greenlee --
Laura: No, clearly you jumped my groom before my wedding dress was dry!
Laura: I'm glad I locked you up. I'd do it again in a second, only this time I'd make sure the air vents weren't there so you could squeeze through.
Jake: Just --
Leo: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa.
Jake: Just cool it, both of you! My gosh!
Opal: I sit in awe, Erica. I don't think I could be as strong.
Erica: Oh, Opal, if your child's life were hanging in the balance, of course you could.
Opal: Well, I would try, yeah, but I'm afraid that a good man as hot as, well, Chris could melt my resolve.
Erica: Any news?
Chris: Not yet. How about you two?
Opal: Well, I'm not repeating anything, so you can rest assured. Oh, my. Well, my fellow's waiting.
Erica: Oh, are you taking Petey to the movies?
Opal: If this outfit looks like a kid's movie to you, it's gone awfully wrong.
Erica: Oh, Opal. I'm sorry. You look great. I just wasn't thinking.
Opal: Well, I hope I look great because this guy is smooth, he's sophisticated, and he's almost too good to be true.
Erica: Oh, well, have fun.
Opal: Well, I plan to. I'll call you later. Bye-bye.
Chris: Bye, Opal. Let me explain to you why I was so blunt before.
Erica: Oh, you were just doing your job.
Chris: No, defending you is more than just a job. But personally, I find your confidence very --
Chris: No, I was going to say very sexy.
Chris: But given your current situation, I suggest you just rein it in a bit.
Erica: Whatever you say.
Chris: I hope you mean that. You've placed yourself in my hands, so let me call the shots until I get you through this, okay?
Erica: I'm just -- I'm used to being independent.
Chris: No. You, me are one together. Okay?
Erica: Okay. I will let you call all the legal shots.
Chris: Good. Now, repeat -- repeat after me -- "Until this trial is over, you, Chris, and your legal advice are my world." Go on, go on.
Erica: Until this trial is over, you, Chris --
Erica: And your legal advice are my world.
Chris: Good. And when we get you acquitted, we'll delete the legal stuff and the rest stands.
Erica: And if I'm convicted?
Chris: It stands. No matter what.
David: Chris Stamp, Proteus?
Anna: It's not so farfetched.
David: Do you honestly believe that he has the intelligence? The imagination?
Anna: You don't think he's up to it?
David: Oh, not by a long shot. To play both sides against the middle for this long? He'd have to be brilliant.
Anna: All the more reason not to advertise. What's so funny? What?
David: You know, I couldn't measure up to Erica's standards of morality, and now she's dating a drug lord.
Anna: Oh, she can take care of herself.
David: Yeah, but if she finds out Stamp's true identity -- if your suspicions are accurate -- he's not going to know what hit him.
Anna: You know what, they can duke it out.
David: You haven't told me what aroused your suspicions about Stamp.
Anna: Well, let's just say I think he's less than trustworthy. Leave it at that.
David: Oh, come on, be specific.
Anna: All right. He said he would get me back in the agency if I helped him take you down.
David: Leaving himself free to attend to business as usual.
David: Ha-ha. Like I'd let that happen.
Anna: What I want is to get enough on him to put him away.
David: Hmm. So what's your approach? You going to wait for him to screw up?
Anna: Well, Proteus obviously didn't start at the top of the drug scene. I mean, he must've made connections further down the ladder at some point.
David: So you're doing historical research?
Anna: Yeah. And Stamp's record isn't spotless. Ten years ago he earned himself a suspension.
David: Did he tell you how?
Anna: No, he won't discuss it. But whatever put him on probation I think is going to get us on the track to Proteus.
David: "Us"? Have I been deputized?
Anna: It's a figure of speech, David. Excuse me.
Anna: Hi. It's Anna. I need to see you. Where are you? I'll be right there. Wish me luck.
David: Be careful, Anna.
Anna: Do you think my luck's run out?
David: I hope not.
Anna: Me, too.
Roger: Double scotch, neat.
Roger: Thank you.
Mia: So, that take you long enough? Did you think of a kind way of blowing me off?
Ryan: Mia, I can't get involved. It wouldn't be fair to you.
Mia: Don't I get a vote?
Ryan: The thing is I can't care about anyone else. I'm amazed I'm even alive and breathing right now because I really don't care. I could die in five minutes; I could die a day from now. Just fine with me.
Mia: It's just grief talking. I mean, you're still mourning Gillian.
Ryan: The point is I don't want you caught in the crossfire! Okay? You're too good to waste.
Mia: I want to help you.
Ryan: You deserve more.
Mia: What if I don't want more?
Mia: Wow. You know, you should write a book -- "dumping her for her own good."
Ryan: Consider yourself saved, not dumped, okay? Mia, believe me, you deserve better than me.
Anna: Hi. Uh, I don't mean to interrupt.
Mia: No, you're not. I'm going to use the ladies' room and maybe play some ironic country western songs on the jukebox.
Anna: Bad timing. Sorry.
Ryan: No, not at all. So. So?
Anna: It's about your father.
Ryan: Now there's somebody I'm not mourning.
Anna: You're not going to like this.
Ryan: Uh, my father was a drug-dealing scum. How can you get any worse than that?
Anna: I think Agent Stamp's been lying to you.
Laura: Keep her away from me!
Greenlee: Scared, Laura? You should be!
Jake: Just let it go.
Greenlee: Because all the bad things that happened to you are karmic payback!
Laura: Stop, stop, stop! I need to lie down. I need to sit down.
Jake: Just --
Greenlee: Oh, please. Save that fainting, gasping act. We're all sick of it.
Laura: Oh, I'm dizzy.
Leo: Laura, you don't have to fake an attack. Greenlee's not going to hurt you.
Laura: Yeah, well, you might not be so lucky.
Greenlee: Help! Help! Someone get me out of here!
Laura: Get her out of here.
Jake: Yelling won't help anything.
Greenlee: Then what will, Jake? What can we do?
Leo: Why do you got to turn to Jake? Like he can do anything.
Greenlee: Don't start, Leo. Not after all the times you took her side while Laura was tormenting me.
Leo: That's got nothing to do with what you're pulling right now, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Excuse me?
Leo: How could you compare me to ice cream? How could you call me vanilla? He's Mr. Predictable, Mr. Standup guy. He's a Martin, for crying out loud.
Greenlee: Hey, you wanted to martyr yourself for poor, sick Laura. You didn't give a damn what I went through.
Leo: Oh, that is so not true.
Greenlee: Jake helped me survive one of the most horrendous times in my life.
Leo: But we're together now, me and you. Why do you got to depend on him? Why do you got to confide in him?
Greenlee: I cared about him, okay? That doesn't just evaporate the moment it's not convenient for you, Leo. Why do I even bother -- it doesn't matter! I'm not with Jake, Leo, I'm with you. I said I'd marry you, damn it!
Erica: Bianca. It's Mommy calling, honey. I just called to say that I'm so glad that Opal got you settled at Myrtle's, and she's going to be checking in on you, honey, just to make sure that you're getting enough rest. And I'm thinking of you and I love you, sweetheart. I love you more than my life. Good night.
[Knock on door]
Chris: You okay?
Erica: Well, I'd be a lot better, you know, if I didn't have to duck the photographers every time I turn into my own driveway.
Chris: Get used to it. The reporters are going to be out there for the duration.
Erica: You couldn't bring them around?
Chris: Afraid not. Anything you need before I take off? That's your cue to ask me to stay.
Erica: Come in.
Chris: Thank you. I thought you might need some company.
Erica: I do. Everyone seems so far away. Except you, of course.
Chris: And Opal. But since she's with her new love, I thought maybe I could fill in for her -- except I draw the line with the facials and doing the hair and all that.
Erica: Wait a second, what did you just say?
Chris: I don't do hair.
Erica: No, I mean about Opal and her date. She doesn't love him.
Chris: Well, she seemed pretty anxious to get to him.
Erica: But she can't fall in love with him.
Chris: Why not?
Erica: Because he won't love her.
Chris: How do you know that?
Erica: Because I hired him.
Opal: Oh, Hank, I hope I didn't keep you waiting.
Hank: It was worth the wait. Just look at you.
Opal: Oh. You always know just the right thing to say.
Hank: Actually, I usually don't talk too much, but it seems like I just got a lot to say to you.
Opal: Yeah, me, too. But I'm kind of wondering if maybe this -- that this was a mistake.
Opal: Well, I just feel kind of guilty, you know, enjoying myself.
Hank: When you're best friend's in so much trouble.
Opal: Yeah, I mean, Erica's life has just turned into a big tragic mess that's getting sloppier by the minute. I just came from there and it feels so bad to not be able to do a thing to help.
Hank: You need some R and R. You just wait here a second.
Opal: I'm not sure mangoritas are going to do the trick today. What do you got there?
Hank: Take a look.
Hank: That's right. They say in the right hands, it's a powerful healing tool.
Opal: I never heard that before.
Opal: Well, that is powerful stuff.
Hank: I'll let you in on a secret. It's like Dumbo's feather. We can fly without it.
Opal: We're a "we" now?
Hank: I felt connected to you the first time I saw you.
Opal: Yeah, me, too.
Hank: Well, let's fly out of here.
Opal: Where we going to fly to?
Hank: Someplace quieter. Come on, what do you say?
Ryan: What Stamp told me checks out. Adam Chandler's investigators knew my dad was a drug dealer.
Anna: Oh, yeah, I'm not saying he wasn't involved in drugs.
Ryan: Well, then what? You think he's still alive?
Anna: I don't know. But the story Stamp gave is just too --
Ryan: He was resisting arrest, he got shot.
Anna: It smacks of a coverup. You know, and the question is, why?
Ryan: I thought it was a little weird that Adam Chandler's guys didn't find out that my dad was dead.
Anna: Right, if the F.B.I. can't find your next of kin, who the hell can?
Ryan: So what are you going to do to get the truth?
Anna: Oh, I donít. That's your job.
Chris: This guy that Opal is seeing is on your payroll, but we're not talking Enchantment.
Erica: No, I set all these wheels in motion before Frankie was killed. I mean, Opal is my best friend and she was in this male-induced depression.
Chris: So you got her a gift-wrapped gigolo?
Erica: No, don't be silly. I had to be subtle. I mean, Opal can't know he came from me.
Chris: Well, she seems capable of getting her own dates.
Erica: She was until Palmer just whittled away at her self-esteem, and -- and so I just had to take action.
Chris: And you did, so what are you so upset about?
Erica: Because, look, I prepaid for a certain amount of innocent flattery and attention, but then everything hit the fan and I just -- I couldn't follow through, finish the process.
Chris: Which is?
Erica: The personal interview. You know, specific instructions to have fun but to leave Opal's heart intact.
Chris: Yeah, well, I don't think it's her heart he's after.
Erica: And Opal craves warmth and appreciation.
Chris: Well, then you'd better tell her what you did before they get hot and heavy.
Erica: But Opal would never forgive me.
Chris: Wait, you charge her -- her new love on your gold card, and for one minute it doesn't enter your mind that this is iffy at best?
Erica: In affairs of the heart, I just follow my instincts.
Chris: Which are infallible.
Erica: I do happen to know what men want and when they want it.
Chris: You do?
Chris: What do I want, Erica, hmm? What do I want right now?
Erica: We have to look ahead. I'm going to prison.
Chris: There's no way I'm going to let you go now that I've found you.
Chris: You're not going to prison. I promise.
Chris: I'll take care of you.
Chris: Sweet dreams.
Ryan: So you want me to take on the F.B.I.?
Anna: Yeah, by invoking the Freedom of Information act.
Ryan: Well, anybody can do that and get the same information.
Anna: Wrong. Anybody is not Patrick Curry's son. The F.B.I. is going to give you a lot more information than I could get access to.
Ryan: And if they don't?
Anna: You'll threaten to go public, create a colossal stink. That's going to carry some weight. They want to shut you up.
Ryan: Yeah, I really like the sound of that.
Anna: They will dish out the truth rather than get bad press. Trust me, I know how these boys work.
Ryan: And why are you so caught up in this?
Anna: I don't trust Stamp. Neither should you. Simple as that.
Ryan: With your connections, I mean, you could find out the truth.
Anna: No, you don't want me visibly involved. It could make things a whole lot worse for both of us. That's all I can give you. I hope it helps.
Ryan: All right, I'll get the truth. And if I have to walk over Stamp and his career in the process, well, you know what? That's life.
Roger: What -- what the hell did you do to me?
Leo: You make it sound like accepting my proposal was a mistake, like I'm a screw-up.
Greenlee: I didn't say that.
Leo: You race to Jake for every little thing, Greenlee. You want him on the side, yet I'm the one you blame for everything.
Greenlee: You just don't think things through. We can't run away and play at being Scott and Zelda, forever young and wild.
Leo: That's not what I was offering.
Greenlee: People need careers, Leo, they need to accomplish things. You have no plan, no job. You didn't even give me a ring.
Leo: Oh, you want a ring?
Greenlee: Every girl wants a ring.
Leo: Oh. Oh, here. What's this? Oh, it's a ring. I've been carrying this thing around for weeks waiting for the right time to give it to you, Greenlee. How do you suppose it got in there? It's not bad, huh? So what's it going to be? Here's your ring, so you going to marry me or not?
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Mateo: Stay away from my wife.
Ryan: Don't bank on it.
Chris: You don't really want to take me on.
Anna: Wouldn't you say I already have?
Laura: I slept next to you for a while. I know what gets you hot.
Greenlee: You stupid little witch!
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