All My Children Transcript Wednesday 12/26/01
>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Edmund: I haven't said this in a long time --
Hayley: It never even occurred to me that Proteus is a woman. She could be somebody we know.
David: I thought that you might be the person that could possibly learn to trust me.
Edmund: Okay, it looks good. Why don't you just bring them right there and through and to the left, all right?
Stella: Where shall I set these, Mr. Grey?
Edmund: Oh. Wow. How about right here? How's that, Stella?
Stella: Perfect, perfect.
Edmund: Flowers were always Mariaís department.
Stella: I remember. Shall I clear these away for safekeeping, Sir?
Edmund: This one stays.
Edmund: Tonight is for you, Maria.
Brooke: Never fear, the cavalry is here! Edmund, I'll come back.
Edmund: Brooke -- don't go.
David: So did you get what you wanted for Christmas?
Anna: 24 hours in Santaís grotto? Yeah, what more could I ask for?
David: Oh, I don't know -- two-way wrist radio? Secret decoder ring, maybe?
Anna: Right. The difference between men and boys is the price of their toys.
David: And spies, evidently. You're sporting some pretty impressive hardware, Devane.
Anna: Oh, you've noticed.
David: I'd have to be dead not to.
Anna: You know, it was really great to pretend the rest of the world didn't exist for five minutes. Just us. The snow. Good champagne. Roaring fire.
Roger: Excuse me, Dr. Hayward. You wanted to see me?
Anna: Ah, reality.
David: Roger, what the hell are you doing here?
Roger: Well, I got your messages. They said it was urgent.
David: But I didn't leave any damn message.
Anna: I wonder who did.
[Leo and Greenlee laugh]
Greenlee: Ah! Leo, I found it.
Leo: Ah, well, give that girl a cigar -- or something.
Greenlee: The olive that got away.
Leo: I was wondering where that bad boy got to.
Greenlee: You were looking for it all night.
Leo: I must have missed a few spots.
Greenlee: I'll split it.
Leo: So what's for dessert?
Greenlee: I can tie a maraschino cherry stem with my tongue.
Greenlee: We're out of cherries. We cleaned out the fridge.
Leo: Olives and champagne? Greenlee, it's sort of a lopsided food pyramid, isn't it?
Greenlee: Who needs food?
Leo: We do, for fuel.
Greenlee: I've got fuel to burn, Leo. You know what the bestest, best part was about last night?
Leo: Was it when I --
Greenlee: Stop! Okay, okay. The second-best part? When you found me at the Christmas tree lot. I'll never forget what you said, how you swallowed your dumb bunny pride, realized you couldn't live your life without me, and spent the whole night searching for me.
Leo: I said -- what?
Leo: Greenlee, you were saying something about --
Greenlee: How beyond perfect last night was.
Leo: Which part?
Greenlee: All of it. If it was a movie, I'd sit through it again. You were incredible --
Leo: Yeah, well, I --
Leo: Who knew olives were aphrodisiacs?
Greenlee: No, I'm not just talking about the sex. Just incredible, all of it. I mean, picture it -- it's Christmas Eve, you're all alone, feeling sorry for yourself. There's only one thing on your wish list and that's me. So you search all over town all night until you find me in the Christmas tree parking lot. How romantic is that, Leo?
Leo: Pretty romantic.
Greenlee: You said all the right things, all the things I've been waiting to hear. You bared your soul to me, Leo.
Leo: Right there between the scotch pines and the spruces.
Greenlee: We made another memory to go with all the others. And -- we'll always have this to remember it by.
Greenlee: Ow! Ah!
Leo: Greenlee, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were back there. Are you hurt?
Greenlee: I don't think so.
Leo: Let me check. Just let me --
Greenlee: Leo, stop. I'm fine. This must be fate.
Leo: What is, the present? I just found it sitting right here.
Greenlee: No. Us finding each other.
Leo: Was I lost?
Greenlee: Totally. Look, there's no card or label. It feels empty.
Leo: Here, give me that.
Greenlee: Leo, what are you doing?
Leo: This is the gift that I should have given you. Take it.
Greenlee: An empty box?
Leo: Greenlee, I want to fill it up with all the "I'm sorrys" I owe you. I want you to forgive me not just for knocking you on the head, but for -- for acting like such a selfish, stupid, insecure jackass when you gave me that gift. It was the most heartfelt gift that anybody's ever given me. I am so sorry that I treated you the way I did.
Greenlee: So, you really liked it?
Leo: I loved it!
Greenlee: Then you'll take it back?
Leo: I'll take it all back. Here. All the time that we've spent apart from each other, Greenlee. My life is a waste without you. You are my life. And I came looking for you tonight just so that I could tell you that and to tell you that I love you and that I always loved you. I never stopped and I never will.
Greenlee: I'll never forget last night as long as I live.
David: Mr. Smythe, apparently there's been some kind of a miscommunication.
Roger: Oh, no, no, your message was very clear.
David: I didn't leave a message.
Roger: Well, I don't understand.
David: You were misinformed. Now if you'll excuse us --
Roger: Forgive me, forgive me. I'm sorry.
Anna: Well, that Roger would place himself at your beck and call like that.
David: But I didn't call Roger.
Anna: He obviously thinks you did. He dropped everything and came running. Stopped just short of kissing your ring.
David: You're imagining things.
Anna: Oh, I guess he imagined the call, then, probably.
David: No, no, I don't doubt that he had a message.
Anna: But you just said --
David: But it wasn't from me.
Anna: Mistakes can happen. Secretaries, you know. It does make you wonder, though.
Anna: Why he was so desperate, why he was so nervous. What hold do you possibly have on Mr. Smythe, what you two have in common.
David: You said no more games, Anna. But the one you're playing right now is very dangerous.
Edmund: Ahem. You heard about the mix-up with the band?
Brooke: Yes. A scheduling snafu?
Edmund: Can't have a ball without music.
Brooke: That's right. I hope you play an instrument.
Edmund: Well, I've pulled a few strings in my day.
Brooke: Hey, that's a start.
Edmund: Glad you're here.
Brooke: It's a special occasion. I mean, and you're the one who makes it that way. I mean, look at this. I mean, who besides you would send these -- these beautiful crystal necklaces with the invitation? I mean --
Edmund: Yeah. It's not too much?
Brooke: It's wonderful for everybody, especially the kids that benefit from Mariaís foundation.
Edmund: Brooke, there's so much I didn't say to you last night that was in my heart. I wanted to tell you --
Maddie: Daddy, can you help us?
Edmund: Uh --
Brooke: Hey, Ms. Cutie.
Edmund: Hi. I will try. I will try. Hi.
Jamie: We're looking for Maddie's walkie-talkie. It's the one she got for Christmas.
Edmund: Oh, oh, hey, James. Was Santa good to you?
Jamie: Totally sweet.
Edmund: Oh, excellent. Well, I think what you're looking for is in the --
Edmund and Maddie: Playroom.
Brooke: But before that, I'm putting you guys to work. You look like an excellent helper, Miss. Could you step --
Edmund: She's a good helper.
Brooke: Up there, and I'll be right with you?
Brooke: To be continued.
Opal: Hey, there.
Edmund: Hi. You here to pitch in?
Opal: Well, no, not exactly. We are here to save your musical bacon.
Edmund: Oh, you heard?
Edmund: You going to be a one-woman orchestra?
Opal: Well, no, not exactly, no. It's my gentleman friend here who has the connection. He is a jazz singer --
Opal: With a trio.
Edmund: No kidding?
Opal: Mm-hmm, yeah. And he's famous, too. He's got a whole bunch of CDs.
Hank: Opal exaggerates.
Edmund: Edmund Grey.
Hank: Hank Pelham.
Edmund: Nice to meet you.
Hank: Same here.
Edmund: You're a professional singer, huh?
Hank: Well, actually, right now I'm more into the insurance game.
Opal: Oh, that's just a sideline. No, Hank was born with a song in his heart. Really. And it just so happens that his trio is passing through town right now, and it seems like they'd probably be happy just to play tonight. Well, minus Hank, of course. He's going to be escorting me to this wingding.
Edmund: Oh, well, lucky guy.
Opal: Hmm, yeah. So I think that, really, what do you say? You going to give Hank's trio a try, let them play tonight?
Vanessa: Oh, good heavens. Please deceive me, my ears. The most gala event of the season, we have to listen to some ragtag amateurs.
Palmer: I wonder who's on the washboard?
Vanessa: That woman will do almost anything to hold on to a man, right?
Edmund: What's in the box, there, Vanessa?
Opal: I think it's Nessie's makeup. You know, she orders her foundation by the crate.
Vanessa: Oh, thank you, Opal. Actually, this is my contribution to the auction. It is an oil painting of a cupid done in the Rueben style.
Hank: I'll bet she doesn't mean the sandwich.
Vanessa: No. Actually, it should fetch thousands in the Santos Grey foundation. And Palmer here was an absolute darling to take time off from his busy schedule to make certain it was delivered safely.
Edmund: I thank you both. And I thank you, Hank. To tell you the truth, I'd love to have your trio play in my late wife's honor.
Edmund: Thank you. Excuse me a minute. Hey, hey, hey. New tuxedo.
Mateo: Yeah, I figured what the hell. I'm early.
Mateo: I know. But I wanted you to meet my date for the Crystal Ball.
Edmund: Have you totally lost your mind?
Edmund: Come here. Mateo, you can't do this.
Mateo: Maria was my sister. I can invite whomever I want.
Edmund: Mateo, your family, your friends -- they're going to be here.
Mateo: And the press is going to be here also, which reminds me, Simone would be great. I think she'd be perfect to announce the take at the end of the night, you know, for camera.
Edmund: What about Hayley?
Simone: Oh, Hayley's got her own show.
Edmund: What about Hayley?
Mateo: What are you talking about? Look at her. Look, Simone's beautiful. I mean, she'd be perfect. She's a walking photo op.
Edmund: I've got eyes, all right. I don't like what I'm seeing.
Mateo: Okay, listen -- Hayley made her choice. She opted out of the marriage, okay? It's her loss. Not mine.
Edmund: The Crystal Ball is meant to honor Maria. You insult her memory with this photo op --
Mateo: How about you? How about you? Are you going stag tonight, Edmund? I notice that Brooke's here. Huh? Are you insulting my sister's memory?
Edmund: Let's take this outside.
Mateo: Let's go.
Simone: Mat, no --
Mateo: Wait a minute. I'll be right back.
Edmund: Come on, come on.
Edmund: I'll be back.
Vanessa: Well, fasten your seat belt, darling. It's going to be a bumpy night.
Leo: You know, last night was certainly a night to remember.
Greenlee: Ow! Ah!
Leo: Greenlee, I'm sorry. I didn't -- I didn't see you there. Are you okay? Are you hurt?
Greenlee: I don't I'm hurt.
Leo: Let me check.
Greenlee: No, Leo, I'm fine. Stop. This must be fate.
Leo: What is, the box? I just -- I've seen it right here.
Greenlee: No. No. Finding you.
Leo: Was I lost?
Greenlee: I was. Without you. I've been looking for you all night.
Leo: So you were looking for me?
Greenlee: Everywhere, all of our favorite places. I went to Myrtle's, and you weren't there, and I felt so alone. In that moment, I realized how much I love you. Oh, Leo, I've been such a fool. I let my stupid pride come between us. I roamed up and down the streets of Pine Valley looking for you. And now that you're here, nothing can come between us. I love you. I will always love you. Please forgive how stupid I acted. I want you in my life forever.
Leo: The best part was when you said you were actually roaming the streets of Pine Valley looking for me.
Greenlee: I said what?
Leo: I just love the image of you roaming the streets. This is too much.
Greenlee: Leo, I don't roam the streets. I cruise them in my convertible. You know that.
Leo: Hey, don't shoot the messenger here. I'm just quoting what you said.
Greenlee: Leo, your flashback's on the fritz. I did not beg you to forgive me. It was actually vice versa. You begged me to forgive you.
Leo: No, I think that bonk from the gift box scrambled your brain, babe. I -- I know what I heard.
Greenlee: Well, you heard wrong, bucko.
Leo: Listen to me, I have 20-20 hearing, okay? I was standing there in the middle of the Christmas tree lot, all right? You can't take back the things that you said. You basically admitted that all of our screw ups were your fault.
Greenlee: My fault? You said you were to blame, and you were right.
Leo: Uh-uh-uh-uh. I think somebody's mistaken.
Greenlee: I was there, Leo.
Leo: Yeah, so was I.
Greenlee: Well, only one of us can be right, and I choose me. How do you like them olives?
Leo: Greenlee, wait.
Leo: Come on, Greenlee. This could be so brilliant. Come on.
Greenlee: Are you nuts? Leo, we were just getting back together. We made mad monkey love all night, and then eight hours later we're in a fight? How can that be brilliant?
Leo: Because this wasn't a fight! This was just -- you were a little confused as to what happened before. But there was no harm, no foul, right?
Greenlee: Oh, come on, Leo. We can't get together for five minutes without all hell breaking loose.
Leo: That's because that's us, that's our pattern, but we can fix that. We can -- well, we can reprogram ourselves so that we don't fall into the same traps again.
Greenlee: Leo, you may be onto something.
Leo: May be? May -- what are you -- I'm sorry. I'm doing it again, aren't I?
Greenlee: But you ratted yourself out.
Greenlee: Leo, this is major. We're talking mature, responsible. Every time you do something stupid, you just own up to it.
Leo: Yeah, and when you goof, you just say it out loud.
Greenlee: We ditch our own worst impulses.
Leo: Yeah, and deny ourselves every selfish bone in our body.
Greenlee: Oh, yeah, this is so brilliant. This is how adults are supposed to act. I mean, all those couples who've been together for zillions of years and still hold hands and make goo-goo eyes at each other? This is what they do to make it work.
Greenlee: This is how we'll dance into our golden wedding anniversary together without killing each other.
Leo: Yeah, well, it's not going to be easy. We have to, you know, stand strong.
Greenlee: I can do strong. I can do strong, even when I'm right and you're wrong, I'll just shut my mouth and give you a big sloppy kiss. It'll be our new year's resolution.
Leo: Resolutions won't cut it. We're going to have to -- yeah, we're going to have to face this head-on. I mean, we know who our enemies are, right? It's us. So we're going to have to peek into the deepest, darkest corners of our brain, and we'll just confront our worst impulses. What do you say?
Leo: Uh -- we'll make a list.
Greenlee: You mean, I write down my faults and shortcomings?
Leo: No. I'll do yours, and you do mine.
Greenlee: Okay. I'll write down everything about you that drives me over the edge.
Leo: Yeah, and I'll scribble down everything I hate about you.
Greenlee: Okay, and we'll compare notes.
Leo: Yeah, and then we'll know exactly what we're getting ourselves into, right? Yeah, you know what? That's not going to be enough. Here -- boot up your computer.
Greenlee: You boot up yours.
Leo: No mercy.
Greenlee: No prisoners.
Simone: Oh, Brooke.
Brooke: How you holding up?
Simone: Good, good. No problems. Edmund's been filling you in?
Brooke: He's told me that Mateoís getting rather impatient.
Simone: Well, yeah, he's getting in Proteus' face. He's actually pushing for a confrontation as early as tonight.
Simone: Yes. And there's no stopping him. I tried. But being away from Hayley and the baby -- you know, he's just taking a lot of chances.
Brooke: But he's still confiding in you?
Simone: Well, as much as I can tell. Mateo's not a real chatty guy. He just wants this thing over.
Brooke: Yeah, well, don't we all?
Simone: Yeah, I guess.
Brooke: You know, sometimes a story takes a lot out of you.
Simone: Or has unexpected rewards. Don't worry, Brooke. "Tempo" will scoop the Proteus story. I'm on it.
Brooke: It looks like you're all over it. All right, there. You and you -- back to work. I mean it. Now, let's get going.
Opal: Oh, no, the slave driver's here.
Brooke: I am, I am. Would you do me a big favor? Would you just confirm some of the names on the list? Starting with Liza.
Opal: Oh, sure. Liza, all right, you're up to there.
Brooke: Thank you.
Opal: All righty, I have a task. Boy, I sure hate to see Edmund and Mateo going at it like that like two cats in a sack.
Hank: Well, I'm sure whatever their problem is, they'll work it out.
Opal: Well, the problem's pretty clear. It's just yet another taste of a hussy not able to keep her talons in.
Hank: You know, Opal, you've already slain that dragon.
Opal: Oh, I know, I know, but just seeing that fire-breathing harpy just gets on my last nerve. Look at her fussing and fawning over the old buzzard.
Hank: Well, he seems to be lapping it up.
Opal: Yeah, poison is what it is. She's killing him slowly, drop by drop, all the while acting like he hung the moon.
Vanessa: Oh, Palmer, you're going to be the most handsome man at the ball tonight.
Palmer: Oh, even handsomer than your sons?
Vanessa: Well, Leo can't be bothered to attend, and David just cleared his schedule and is apparently going to be out of town.
Vanessa: My son has become so mercurial lately, it's as though he has a secret life that his mother just isn't privy to.
Palmer: Well, seems you're going to be stuck with me for the evening.
Vanessa: Oh, well, aren't I the lucky one?
Man: I uncrated the paintings, Mrs. Cortlandt.
Vanessa: Yes, well, thank you, Larry. I hope you found a prominent place to display it because I think that cupid is going to be the hit of the night.
Larry: Yes, ma'am.
Palmer: I think so.
Vanessa: Darling, can we drop you back at the office?
Palmer: No, I hate to desert you.
Vanessa: No, no, no, I got a million and one things to do before the party, truly. Besides, darling, you forget -- being Mrs. Palmer Cortlandt is a full-time job.
Brooke: Let's see --
Jamie: Mom, Edmund looked like he was going to pound Mateo. Maybe we should go out there and break it up.
Brooke: Jamie, it's all right. I mean, you know, Edmund can take care of himself.
Jamie: You're kind of hung up on Edmund, aren't you, Mom?
Mateo: We're getting good at this, huh?
Edmund: A little too good.
Mateo: Listen, I'm sorry about having to do that in front of the family and everything, but Proteus has got to believe that -- that he owns me. You know that, right?
Edmund: Just bring me up to speed.
Mateo: Well, I put about 100 Gs through the rinse cycle, and we got that computer program that we talked about. It's up and running. That should get his attention.
Edmund: All he has to do is access it, and we've got a tie line to the bastard.
Mateo: Yeah, I don't know, I don't know. I mean, this guy's like chasing a shadow. I don't know how we're going to catch this guy.
Edmund: I know, I know. You're on edge. Believe me, I understand, especially after what happened to Dixie.
Edmund: Dixie got into a car wreck. Somebody cut her brake line.
Mateo: What -- is she okay?
Edmund: She's fine, she's fine. Nobody -- she's just shaken up.
Mateo: Do you think it was Proteus?
Edmund: It's possible.
Mateo: Anna Devane's car gets run off the road. Now Dixie?
Edmund: You see a connection?
Edmund: Could be our man.
Anna: Danger's not a deterrent. You know that about me.
David: Misplaced curiosity could be very destructive.
Anna: So is crossing the street. I'll take my chances. I always have.
David: I'm serious, Anna.
Anna: Dead serious, no doubt.
David: Don't play games with me. Not with this.
Anna: Yeah. I'd say you were a dangerous man. I got a taste of that the time I answered your phone and you flew off the handle.
David: It was a private call.
Anna: Oh. Honestly, David, you guard your secrets like a jealous lover. I don't know how Roger fits into all this. I did call him, by the way.
Anna: Testing the water. Your reaction. Something is afoot.
David: Let it go, Anna.
Anna: Why? When I'm so close? Obviously, you and Roger are in this game, whatever it is, together, but he is just a pawn.
David: Forget Roger, okay? Forget him!
Anna: Listen to me. I can help you. I can protect you, but I need to know what you're involved in. And it is life and death. I know that.
David: So you'll protect me, Anna? Hmm?
Anna: I want you to trust me.
David: Oh. Yeah? What, like the way you trust me? Is that it? So where's my guarantee, Anna? If I tell you the truth, what's to stop you from turning me over to Agent Stamp?
Mateo: Nah, I don't buy Hayward as the killer. I mean, why would he go after two women that he really cares about? It just doesn't make sense.
Edmund: Because he's pushed to the edge? He's losing control?
Mateo: No, he's a control freak.
Edmund: Exactly. He's out of control. He feels the noose tightening around his neck, you know. I've seen it before.
Edmund: Yeah. The target gets desperate, strikes out more often, gets careless.
Mateo: That's exactly the profile that Hayley was talking about.
Edmund: Fit it on Hayward. Proteus is certifiable. He's a psycho. That makes him lethal.
Mateo: Or her.
Mateo: What if Proteus is a woman? You don't look surprised.
Edmund: You've heard of the name Cobra?
Edmund: It was years ago. It was -- there was a drug ring in Pine Valley that was fronted by someone named Cobra. You can check out Pine Valley in "The Bulletin" archives, and the case was broken by Brooke English.
Mateo: Well, who was Cobra?
Edmund: Brooke's mother.
Edmund: Peg English. Yeah, but it turns out she wasn't really her mother, but that's -- all another chapter.
Edmund: Yeah, wow. But listen, male or female, we know one thing -- Proteus is a murderer, all right? That's why we have to proceed with extreme caution.
Mateo: No, no, no, listen -- I say we go for it. We move fast and to hell with the consequences.
Anna: Chris Stamp is not my boss.
David: I only have your word for that.
Anna: Well, believe it and that I can protect you.
David: I don't need protection.
Anna: Bull. You are in this up to your eyebrows.
David: Look; you really don't know what you're into here, all right?
Anna: Oh, come on, give me credit. I know what I see with my own eyes.
David: What? What? What do you think you see?
Anna: Your desperation. Look at you. I'm not the enemy here, David. I have resources, and I can help you if you let me, if you trust me. Please, I want you to trust me, David.
David: Yeah. And a man doing a slow burn in hell wants ice water.
Anna: Are you in hell?
David: I got to hand it to you, Anna, you really are good at this -- I mean, this whole spy-as-savior routine. But I'm really curious about something. What are you saving? Hmm? Is it my ass or is it really just your career.
Anna: Can't I do both?
David: No. No, no, you canít. You have to choose.
Anna: What if I choose you?
David: Well, then you lose because my life doesn't need saving.
Greenlee: I don't do this.
Greenlee: Chew off my split ends.
Leo: Yeah, you do.
Greenlee: Leo, I don't have the frizzies.
Leo: Yeah, well, I don't hardly ever drink from the milk carton.
Greenlee: Yes, yes, you do, and then you leave, like, a 1/4 teaspoon in the bottom of the carton, and you put it back in the fridge.
Leo: Yeah, well, that's not on here.
Greenlee: Look at the footnote, see? Under "Refrigerator Etiquette."
Leo: Well, check out yours under "Table Manners." Hmm, hmm, hmm.
Greenlee: Leo, I do not pick food off your plate.
Leo: Oh -- Greenlee, you order rabbit food then ask for half my cheeseburger.
Greenlee: I do --
Leo: And my fries.
Leo: Don't even try to deny it.
Greenlee: Okay. You want to fight dirty? Look at the last page. You never say, "I love you" unless I say it first.
Leo: That's not true.
Greenlee: Okay, then say it. Say, "I love you, Greenlee."
Leo: That's spontaneous -- just snap your fingers and I say, "I love you"? Forget it.
Leo: I just said, "I love you," damn it!
Greenlee: How can you -- with all my faults?
Leo: Well, according to you, I'm no Brad Pitt.
Greenlee: I snore.
Leo: I hog the covers.
Greenlee: I'm selfish.
Leo: I interrupt.
Greenlee: I'm a lousy tipper.
Leo: I leave up the toilet seat.
Greenlee: I'm stubborn.
Leo: So am I.
Greenlee: Take it back?
Leo: Uh-uh. I meant every word.
Greenlee: Me, too. So?
Greenlee: Where do we go from here?
Leo: I just don't see how two people who love each other so much can hate so many things about each other, you know?
Greenlee: Yeah, and still want to get married and live happily ever after?
Leo: What a stupid idea this was.
Greenlee: Big time.
Leo: I'm sorry, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Me, too.
Leo: So what do we do now?
Greenlee: Got any other ideas?
Leo: We could have mindless sex.
Greenlee: Or --
Greenlee: We could go back in time. Hop in the way-back machine.
Leo: Hey, I'm up for whatever works at this point.
Greenlee: Oh, it'll work, Leo. It'll work like a charm.
Leo: Well, that's the last one.
Leo: Kind of nice watching all of our faults go up in smoke, eh, Greens?
Greenlee: I say accentuate the positive.
Leo: Right. Instead of focusing on the wrong things, why not zoom in on the right things?
Greenlee: You go first.
Leo: No, no, that's all right, go ahead.
Leo: Okay, okay, okay. Okay, um -- all right, I got one. I don't think that it was an accident that we saw each other at the Christmas tree lot at the same time.
Greenlee: Me, neither.
Leo: Something had to bring us there, right? I mean, it's almost like I felt like the Grinch after his heart grew. It's like I got Christmas finally.
Greenlee: Yeah, me, too. God, it was the best.
Greenlee: Never mind our faults?
Leo: What faults?
Greenlee: Loving each other too much?
Leo: There's no such thing. There's no such thing in this world.
Brooke: Well, it's getting a little late. Edmund should be back by now.
Jamie: You're worried about him.
Brooke: No, no.
Jamie: Come on, Mom, I'm not a baby. You like him -- that way. Just admit it.
Brooke: Will you stop nagging me?
Brooke: All right, listen, I -- I will be right back. I'm going to check the kitchen staff.
Jamie: It's me, Jamie. All systems are go.
Hank: Well, what I can't figure is your fixation on Vanessa.
Opal: That old miss high and mighty.
Hank: She can't hold a candle to you. I mean, when I look at you, I --
Opal: Yeah, what happens to you? It isn't bad, is it?
Hank: Oh, no. It's very good. You are the purest breath of fresh air.
Opal: Stop. No, donít.
Hank: But you're worried about Palmer.
Opal: Well, he just doesn't know what he's up against. Living with Vanessa is like dying a slow, tortuous death.
Hank: But why can't you let go?
Opal: Oh, it isn't me. It's -- well, it's for our son's sake. For Petey.
Vanessa: Make love to me, Larry.
Larry: Yes, ma'am.
Anna: Look, I care about you. You can tell me to back off, but I wonít. If it takes me forever, I'm going to find out what you're up to.
David: If you cross me, Anna, you've become my enemy, and I'm telling you right now my enemies always pay.
Mateo: What I mean is you said Proteus is on the edge; he's making mistakes. I say we push it. I say we -- listen, I realize that you have time to wait, but my family is in hell, thanks to him. I'm going for it, all right?
Edmund: Mateo, Mateo, wait, wait. What are you going to do?
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Brooke: The Crystal Ball is always wonderful.
Edmund: It's going to be extra special tonight.
Hayley: Ryan's my date for the evening.
Vanessa: Shut up and earn your salary.
David: I'll never give you what you want.
Anna: No, I think you will.
Leo: Did you get back with me before or after Jake said he didn't love you?
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