All My Children Transcript Thursday 1/10/02
Proofread by Kathy
>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Jamie: They look happy.
Phoebe: They're happy, and they'll be happy if it's the last thing I do in my life.
Vanessa: I won't bother you anymore. I will take care of Larry myself.
Leo: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't like the sound of that.
Greenlee: Ah. Get me out of here!
Brooke: Wow. I haven't seen the moon rise in a long, long time. And I want to thank you for everything.
Edmund: You kicking me out?
Brooke: I should.
Edmund: I don't want today to end.
Brooke: Me neither. But we have families waiting for us --
Edmund: Oh, yeah.
Brooke: And I pray to God they haven't tied Aunt Phoebe up.
Edmund: Or vice versa. Come here.
Brooke: That ought to last me.
Edmund: Yeah, about five minutes.
Edmund: Sam? Maddie?
Edmund: Is there a Valentine’s Day fairy?
Brooke: Cupid? But he's about a month too early. But we are definitely his intended victims.
Edmund: Methinks all shall now be revealed.
Phoebe’s voice: Darlings, I hope your day has been glorious thus far.
Brooke: You know, we're all just supporting players in Aunt Phoebe's life.
Phoebe's voice: As you can see, we're still plotting and planning. The children are with me at Juanita’s. We're settling in for a night of videos, cocoa, and homemade caramel corn. Light the candles, Brooke, dear, and, Edmund --
Phoebe's voice: Will you decant that marvelous merlot? Tonight belongs to you.
Singer: Remind me of being in love
Leo: Hey, pidge.
Larry: Get lost. Tailless rats. So, what do you want, Leo?
Leo: Well, I'd ask you how things were going, Larr, but I already know.
Larry: Well, you called, I came. Get to the point. I got things to do.
Leo: Yeah, so my mother told me.
Larry: Oh. Oh, yeah? Your mom's been talking?
Leo: Yeah. I know all about you.
Larry: Oh you mean about your mother and me, what's going on?
Larry: Your brother knows, too.
Leo: Well, it was kind of impossible for him to miss, wasn't it?
Larry: Yeah. Yeah. He took it kind of bad, but your mom's one determined lady.
Leo: Unfortunately, my mother makes some pretty questionable judgments sometimes.
Larry: You can't prove it by me.
Leo: Actually, I can. My mother has a history of getting in over her head and then expecting me to get her out of it. You and your affair -- it really upset her.
Larry: Back off, kid. You're way out of your league.
Vanessa: Oh, that shipment will be delivered without delay. And I'm not interested in excuses. You either deliver it on time or you will die trying. Is that clear?
Vanessa: Oh, Palmer, love --
Laura: No. It's me.
Vanessa: Not now, Laura. Now get out.
Laura: When I'm finished. I have an offer for you.
Vanessa: I'm not interested.
Laura: No one as greedy and cold as you could pass this up.
Greenlee: Somebody? Anybody? I'm locked in here! Help! Please! Maybe this is my fault. Maybe I did come here because subconsciously I wanted to run into Jake. Maybe this is what I get for wanting two men. Dear God, get me out of here and I will make up my mind between Jake and Leo. Please! Save me before I die like a shriveled-up prune! Help! Help!
Leo: Hey, look, I don't mean to offend you, Larry --
Larry: I only want what your mother wants.
Leo: Could you please spare me the details?
Larry: Then stay out of our business.
Leo: Okay. My mother was pretty upset when she came to speak to me, okay? Like she was having second thoughts about you.
Larry: You know what? I think you're the only one with those. Like you're afraid old man Cortland’s going to boot her out. Maybe that's a little less cash coming your way?
Leo: This isn't about money. I'm concerned about my mother, that's all.
Larry: You're funny, you know? Acting like Vanessa’s some shy new-to-the-game jailbait. She's a mover and a shaker.
Leo: Oh, again, please, don't tell me.
Larry: She doesn't need some kid running her private life. She's tough. She can hold her own.
Leo: Okay, she puts on a pretty cool front, but believe me, there's a lot more to her than you've seen.
Leo: All right?
Larry: I've seen 100% of the lady, believe me.
Leo: Oh, come on. You're disgusting me. Would you quit -- that's my mother talking about. Okay, let's try this from another angle. Have you even considered what this might do to you? If this hits the fan, I mean.
Larry: Nothing's going to change.
Leo: People hear things. They see things. You know, if it gets back to Palmer that his chauffeur has been romancing his wife, he's not going to be real happy about it, okay?
Larry: Cortlandt's not going to find out.
Leo: Well, he could.
Larry: You going to tell him?
Leo: Did I say that? No.
Larry: I don't like this hinting around. In fact, you're starting to irritate me.
Leo: Who the hell do you think you are? Watch your mouth. I'm trying to do you a favor, buddy.
Larry: Like hell you are.
Leo: Get another job. I'm sure my mother will give you a glowing recommendation, and if you wait, I'm telling --
Larry: If I wait, what?
Leo: Okay, listen to me -- Palmer Cortlandt doesn't let anybody get the better of him, okay? And the way my mother's luck's been going lately, I guarantee you you will be found out.
Larry: Oh. We'll see. I'm not afraid to gamble.
Leo: Oh, so what if I told you that the last guy in your situation wound up dead?
Larry: You little twerp. What part of "back the hell off" didn't you understand? I'm not the one who's going to end up in the morgue, kid.
Vanessa: Why is this difficult for you to understand, that I simply don't have time for you this evening, Laura?
Laura: Make time. It'll be worth your while.
Laura: Besides, you owe me.
Vanessa: Oh, I doubt that.
Laura: Sending a tape of a sopping-wet wedding to "America’s Lousiest Home Videos"? You humiliated me on a national level.
Vanessa: Oh, my sense of humor knows no bounds. But sharing your humiliation with the entire world really doesn't put me in your debt.
Laura: Oh. That's what you think. Prepare to pay up.
Vanessa: You're absurdly sure of yourself, aren't you?
Laura: I'm sure you'll go along with me when you hear my offer.
Vanessa: I will be the judge of that, my dear. But go ahead, do continue. Let's just hope you don't say something you'll regret.
Laura: Remember when you tried to steamroll me into giving Leo some whopping divorce settlement?
Vanessa: No, more like combat pay, don't you think? Continue.
Laura: Well, after mulling it over, I'm prepared to pay whatever you ask if and only if you help me destroy Greenlee Smythe.
Greenlee: Ah! Ah. My throat. Oh, I'd sell my soul for a cosmopolitan right now. A big, tall, cold glass! Not good. It's making me thirstier. I'll probably have permanent skin damage, not that I'll live to care. Oh, I -- wow! Better sit. Oh.
Jake's voice: Greenlee.
Greenlee: Who are you?
Jake's voice: I'm the guy who's supposed to rescue you. I'm the man you love. So just relax. I told you I wanted to be the one to get you through the tough times. You always could count on me.
Greenlee: Now, that's just not right.
Jake's voice: Sure, it is. You always ran to me for help.
Greenlee: No, you -- Leo, you're sounding like -- you have Jake's voice coming out of your mouth.
Jake's voice: But I'm not wrong, am I? You do want me, don't you?
Greenlee: Stop confusing me. I want Leo.
Jake's voice: Who do you think I am?
Greenlee: I think you're a trick. I want Leo. I need Leo.
Jake: Greenlee? Greenlee! How'd you get stuck in here? Huh? Greenlee, hey, hey.
Brooke: I don't know why I should be surprised.
Edmund: The music's not bad.
Brooke: No, Aunt Phoebe has actually outdone herself.
Edmund: Actually, Aunt Phoebe had a little bit of help.
Brooke: What's this?
Edmund: "Daddy and Brooke, sitting in a tree."
Singer: Fantasies really come true
Brooke: Hmm. Those better be double chocolate chip.
Edmund: What else is served with merlot?
Brooke: So, Aunt Phoebe is siccing our own kids on us.
Edmund: Everyone needs a hobby.
Brooke: You don't mind that? A couple little mini Dear Aggies running around?
Edmund: Could be worse.
Singers: Twirl you around on the floor
Phoebe’s voice: Well, what are you waiting for?
Brooke: She's scary.
Edmund: She's very good.
Phoebe's voice: We're out of the way. The scene is set. What more do you want?
Edmund: I don't need anything more.
Brooke: Me, either. I wonder how long they've been plotting all of this.
Edmund: Not very long. I can promise you that. Sam can't keep a secret for a day.
Singers: Starting over tonight
Edmund: Make a toast.
Edmund: Oh, come on. I know Aunt Phoebe put you up to this, so, like, you know, you must have a toast ready.
Brooke: Take that back.
Edmund: I was kidding.
Brooke: But I am up to making a toast -- to love that just gets better.
Singers: Déjà vu
Edmund: It's a funny thing about that toast.
Edmund: I was going to say the same thing.
Phoebe’s voice: Hello again, lovebirds. I feel this next song needs a bit of introduction --
Brooke: She needs a hobby other than us.
Phoebe's voice: For this is the same song that was playing at the very moment that my beloved Langley proposed marriage. Take a hint, listeners!
Brooke: Oh. She used to play this song all the time. And I never knew why.
Edmund: Brooke, I know I tease you about your Aunt Phoebe. But she's really a very wise --
Brooke: Edmund, no! Don't say a word.
Edmund: Brooke, take it easy.
Brooke: Whatever you were going to say, you know, whether you were going to propose or not, don't tell me. I don't want to know.
Edmund: Why not?
Brooke: Oh, just -- I could throttle Aunt Phoebe.
Edmund: Brooke, come on!
Brooke: You know, if we're going to go to the next level --
Brooke: I want it to be your idea, and mine. I don't want it to be on some cue from some meddling relative.
Edmund: Brooke, Phoebe is not going to rush me into saying or doing anything. I wasn't going to --
Brooke: And now she has our kids doing her bidding. What -- what?
Edmund: We agreed that we would take this at our own speed, right? Right?
Edmund: Right. Okay, seal it.
Edmund: Okay. That's a pact. And when we take that next step, it'll be two's company, Phoebe's a crowd. Which leaves us only one important question -- what do we do with all these -- these cookies?
Brooke: Oh. The mood's been broken.
Edmund: You're a woman of many moods. You know that, Brooke? And I know a lot of them. And I know one way to put that smile back on that gorgeous face of yours.
Brooke: Oh, you do, do you?
Vanessa: Ooh. I don't remove people. I'm not a hit person.
Laura: Oh, I'm not asking you to whack her. Although if Greenlee bought the farm tomorrow, I wouldn't exactly cry. No, I want her to die a lot of little deaths, like I have, out of embarrassment, humiliation, and hurt.
Vanessa: And what, you'd like me to choose the method?
Laura: Oh, heck, no. Why should you have all the fun? I want physical degradation combined with or resulting in the loss of Leo.
Vanessa: Oh, my, my, you don't -- not only want to break her spirit, you want to break her heart?
Laura: But it can't be done quietly and privately. I'm talking big out-there front-page news.
Vanessa: But listen, dear, I'm sure you're more prepared in hatching in these kind of plots than me. Why do you want to involve me?
Laura: Well, because everything I come up with is illegal. And once that snotty cow starts crying, they'll come after me.
Vanessa: Oh, so you want me to be the fall guy or --
Laura: No. I need an accomplice.
Vanessa: Oh. And you've come to your mother-in-law. How flattering.
Laura: Well, this job requires somebody with no conscience, so naturally, I thought of you. I need her crushed like you crushed me.
Vanessa: Oh, my dear. You see, I couldn't possibly make Greenlee more ridiculous than you. Some people's plight in life is just to have sticks poked at them, and that's your plight, you see, not Greenlee's.
Laura: What the -- do you want Leo to get the settlement or what?
Vanessa: You know, honestly, you pathetic little guttersnipe, the only reason I came to you to squeeze cash out of you is because I was simply bored, and maybe to squeeze some true colors out of you. So please don't go. Just run along, okay? I'm very busy. I have a list of things to take care of, and I assure you you do not want to be my list.
Laura: Look, Leo and I are still married. I can make his life a living hell.
Vanessa: And I'm warning you, Laura, nothing, nothing you endured in the slums, whether it's chasing rats or eating garbage, has prepared you for what I will do to you if you cross Leo.
Laura: You can't tell me what to do.
Vanessa: Oh, I'm telling you that you will get out of Leo’s life painlessly and gracefully or you will pay a price that even you can't imagine. Now, you go home and you sob into your pillow or you curse the fates, my dear. Have another operation, maybe add a few body parts. Maybe someone down the line will find you slightly appealing.
Laura: How can you be so horrible?
Vanessa: Oh, you're asking me that? Now, really, get out of my car before I really lose my temper. Get out! Hmm.
Greenlee: You saved me. I think.
Jake: You're going to be all right. I got the steam turned off. Just have a little water. No, not so fast. Just sip it, sip it, sip it. There you go.
Greenlee: Thank you, Leo. Thank you.
Jake: I'm Jake.
Greenlee: Thank you.
Jake: Greenlee, do you know who I am?
Greenlee: Jake. You're funny. I heard your voice.
Jake: Yeah, all right. I don't want you to talk too much. Just sip a little more water, okay?
Greenlee: I want to go home.
Jake: Hmm? All right. Well, listen, can you stand? Hold on to this.
Jake: Can you stand? Yeah?
Greenlee: Ugh --
Jake: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on here. Listen, do you --
Greenlee: My legs are mush.
Jake: Yeah. Okay. You have Leo’s cell phone number?
Jake: Here. Hold that water up here. He's not picking up. I'm going to have to take you home.
Greenlee: Thanks for coming through, Jake. Thanks.
Jake: Okay. I got to get you out of here, okay?
Leo: Larry, I'm not threatening you, all right?
Larry: Good. You should be smarter than that, smart like your mother.
Leo: Look, I'm looking out for your well-being.
Larry: No, no, no, no. That's what I do for Vanessa. Ask her, she'll tell you.
Leo: I've had some experience with wealthy women myself, all right?
Larry: What's that supposed to mean?
Leo: It means that all it is is good times that go nowhere, all right? And end badly.
Larry: That was you.
Leo: And it'll be you, too, unless you find work somewhere else.
Larry: You're not going to give this up, are you?
Leo: Look, Larry, you could have a great future, all right?
Leo: You can have a great future. You just can't have it with my mother.
Larry: I've been kidding myself, huh?
Leo: I'm afraid so.
Larry: Well, how about I let you in on the joke?
Brooke: Stop! Stop! Edmund, stop it. I can't take it. Stop.
Edmund: What? Help me out here!
Phoebe: It's so sad.
Edmund: This isn't funny.
Brooke: It's killing me.
Phoebe: Yeah, and you're not supposed to be talking.
Brooke: I give up. I give up. Who is it?
Edmund: Hopalong Cassidy.
Brooke: Hopa who?
Phoebe: Cassidy, darling. He was a cowboy and movie star in black-and-white pictures.
Jamie: I never watch those.
Edmund: Well, we'll have to change that. All right, guys, what do you say we put some more names in the hat and we stump Aunt Phoebe!
Brooke: Don't make them hard.
Phoebe: Now, what are you doing here, dear? What did you do wrong?
Phoebe: Yes. I did everything but hire the minister.
Brooke: Yes, that's the point. You did too much and you went too far again. You know, Edmund and I will take this at our own speed, okay?
Phoebe: That's the trouble with you young people. You go racing, tarrying off into things that don't matter, and the things that are really important, you drag your feet.
Edmund: Okay, gang, do you think we got enough names in there to stump them?
Edmund: All right, now, who do we torture first?
Brooke: Oh, no!
Edmund: Let me see. Who should we --
Sam: Aunt Phoebe!
Phoebe: Sorry. My public calls.
Brooke: Oh, yes. Excuse me, I think -- ahem -- no matter what you pick out of there, I'm going to have to sit through "The Marriage of Figaro" or "Shakespeare in Love" --
Brooke: So I think it'll be my turn.
Phoebe: Oh, good, let them pick.
Brooke: Oh, I think not.
Jamie: That's not fair.
Maddie: You can't put it back!
Brooke: Ooh! Okay. But -- ahem --
Sam: No talking!
Jamie: Is that a chicken?
Sam: And no talking!
Brooke: I'm not talking. I'm moving my lips.
Maddie: She's talking!
Edmund: You're talking. And chickens don't have lips, Honey.
Jake: Here. Here we are.
Jake: There you go. So, what now?
Jake: You want to lie down or something or --
Greenlee: No, no, no, no, I'm okay. Leo? Leo, I'm home.
Jake: Looks like Leo’s not.
Greenlee: Yeah, he didn't leave a note.
Jake: Well, maybe he just ran out to get something.
Greenlee: Yeah. Yeah, he'll be back soon. I'd love to repay you for saving me.
Jake: You know that's not necessary.
Greenlee: I -- I'd make you dinner, but I think we're down to a bottle of champagne and ketchup.
Jake: Thanks, thanks, but I'll pass.
Greenlee: We could order in. I could get Indian? Chinese, maybe?
Jake: I just want you to take care of yourself, and that's going to do it for me.
Greenlee: How did you know I was in trouble?
Jake: Habit. No, actually, I just -- I had this feeling that I should just go back by the steam room. It's a good thing, huh?
Greenlee: Very good.
Jake: So, drink lots of fluids, get some rest, okay?
Greenlee: Jake, wait! You can't go.
Vanessa: That's two mistakes, Larry. You didn't give our warning knock and you are late.
Larry: Well, I had something to take care of.
Vanessa: Nothing overrides my instructions.
Larry: Well, try instructing your kid, then.
Vanessa: My kid. You were with one of my sons?
Larry: Leo had some crazy ideas about us. I had to set him straight.
Vanessa: Well, what -- is that blood? What did you do to Leo?
Jake: You got to chill.
Greenlee: No, I can't, not until we settle things.
Jake: We've already had one battle today, Greenlee. Let's just leave it at that.
Greenlee: No, you accused me today of showing up in the steam room to find you.
Jake: This is not helping you.
Greenlee: No, I can't not talk about this. Trapped in that room, I had a lot of time to think. Well, think and panic, and it occurred to me that you may have been right.
Jake: It doesn't even make any difference now, all right?
Greenlee: Look, if I showed up at the steam room wanting to run into you, it does matter, okay? Because it means whatever buried feelings I have for you are pretty close to the surface.
Jake: You're engaged to Leo.
Greenlee: Yeah, and I love Leo, and no feelings clawing their way to the surface changes that.
Jake: Okay, then.
Greenlee: No, it's not okay! It's not okay for me to jerk Leo around or you or myself, and I'm not going to walk around feeling guilty for every little twinge.
Jake: I'm not asking you to do that.
Greenlee: What did you always tell me? "Listen to my heart." That's what you always said to me.
Jake: Greenlee, Greenlee, am I being blamed for this? I don't get it.
Greenlee: I don't know if it's blame or credit.
Jake: You know, not to complicate matters any more than they already are, but I was really ticked off at myself for steaming out of that steam room today, all right? And I just -- I went back over there because I was hoping to find you.
Jake: I'm totally honest.
Greenlee: It's nice not ending up yelling at each other again.
Jake: I think what you said earlier about us working well together -- we -- it's just really good to hear because we do -- we did, we did. We did work great together.
Greenlee: I miss that.
Jake: And revisiting it, it's like having to say good-bye all over again.
Greenlee: I hate that.
Jake: Me, too.
Greenlee: Oh, my God! Leo!
Jake: Hey, what happened?
Greenlee: Yeah, what happened to you?
Greenlee: Leo, are you okay?
Brooke: I'll be right back. Carry on without me. Aunt Phoebe, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.
Phoebe: You didn't. It just -- this isn't the evening I had planned.
Brooke: But I love this, and so does Edmund, you know? But I saw your face fall the minute that you walked in here and saw the kids.
Phoebe: Look at that poor little finger. So empty.
Brooke: Yeah, what do you mean? All it's lacking is an engagement ring? You have to stop this. You really do. I mean, first, your miracle Christmas wish, and now this? It's just -- it's getting embarrassing.
Phoebe: Yes, I suppose Edmund does have your romantic situation under control.
Brooke: Yes, he does. We both do, so you have stop worrying. All right, come on. We're holding up the game.
Edmund: Do we have the names here?
Edmund: Also, get the hat. Who's going to be next? Who's going to be next?
Sam: I call it.
Edmund: You got it? Oh, okay. You can pick. Here we go, Sam.
Brooke: You going, Sam?
Edmund: Your turn.
Brooke: Oh, boy. No talking.
Brooke: No talking.
Edmund: Uh -- you're a --
Brooke: Oh, are you talking?
Edmund: You're a mutant. Quasimodo?
Brooke: He's the other half of Chip and Dale.
Edmund: I have no clue.
Brooke: Oh, Honey! Come on in. We're doing charades and we're having a great time.
Laura: No, I can’t. I can't.
Brooke: Come on, come on. Edmund's rigged the hat. All the slips say "It's a Bug's Life" and it's Aunt Phoebe's turn to --
Laura: Look, just get rid of them, okay? I need to talk to you.
Vanessa: Where is he? Because if you have seriously hurt him, you'll be very sorry!
Larry: He'll be all right! After a while.
Vanessa: Oh! And what does that mean?
Larry: I had to work him over to make my point.
Vanessa: My God. His face -- you did not cut that beautiful face?
Larry: Beauty boy was going to turn us in to old man Cortlandt.
Vanessa: Oh, nonsense. Leo would never betray me, not that way.
Larry: I know threats when I hear them. Now, take it easy. The kid just got enough bruises to change his mind.
Vanessa: Well, so fortunate I have you to protect me.
Larry: Let's hope you never forget that.
Vanessa: Why, yes. That would be a shame.
Jake: Just relax. No, I think it's a bad bruise, but nothing's broken.
Greenlee: Well, how can you tell without x-rays? Come on, let's go.
Leo: I'm not going anywhere. Agh!
Jake: Now, just relax.
Greenlee: You look like you've been hit a car.
Leo: That's what it feels like.
Greenlee: Who did this to you?
Leo: You've got rocks in there, Greenlee?
Greenlee: It's ice! That's right, isn't it?
Greenlee: Were you mugged?
Leo: Yeah, well, that pretty much describes it.
Greenlee: He's going to be okay, right?
Jake: Yeah, yeah. He's going to be fine. Just stay clear of any flying fists for a while.
Leo: No problem.
Greenlee: God, I'm so glad you're okay. You could have been killed.
Leo: It's a good thing we got our own on-call medic.
Sam: A praying mantis with arthritis.
Maddie: You're -- you're --
Laura: Yeah, aren't they supposed to be in bed or home?
Brooke: Well, some of them are home, and the rest are my guests. Why don't you come in and try and join us?
Laura: Please, Mom, I can't. I can't even hear myself think in here.
Brooke: Well, then stop thinking and just try and enjoy yourself. The kids made caramel corn at Juanita’s. It's great. Have some.
Laura: Mom, you know, this whole Carol Brady routine -- it's not helping me.
Brooke: Then maybe you should try telling me what's wrong.
Laura: Well, for starters, you're running a kindergarten here instead of paying attention to me.
Brooke: Excuse me. Who am I talking to?
Laura: Well, yeah, no, I mean, you're not over there acting idiotic.
Brooke: No, I'm talking in the larger sense, Laura. Good grief, you know, you haven't returned any of my calls. Do you even remember that I called you?
Laura: I've been busy.
Brooke: Oh, well, not me. I just run a successful magazine and manage this house and watch after your brother, who, by the way, misses you terribly.
Laura: Oh. So I see.
Brooke: Well, what can you expect? I mean, you haven't showed up for days, and then all of a sudden, you show up here and you want me to get rid of everybody and treat you as though you're the only person in the world who matters?
Laura: Mom, I didn't demand anything. I just thought after all that's happened, I could have a little of your time. But clearly, Edmund and the kids come first. You know, go have fun with the people who really matter to you.
Maddie: A gypsy moth?
Jamie: I got it. Just a bug. Yeah, just a bug. Just a sarcastic little bug –
Greenlee: Thanks again for everything.
Jake: It's my pleasure.
Greenlee: Take care.
Jake: You, too.
Greenlee: Feeling better?
Leo: My mouth's frozen.
Greenlee: Take the ice off. We should call the police, Leo.
Greenlee: "Why?" You were attacked. You were viciously beaten.
Leo: I'm fine. I'm fine.
Greenlee: Oh, yeah, yeah, you're a vision in purple.
Leo: Look, pretty soon it'll turn into green and then yellow, and very soon, the bruise will be completely invisible and nobody will ever even know that it happened.
Greenlee: Well, yeah, yeah, but we'll know. And suppose this guy is still out there.
Leo: I -- I couldn't get an I.D., and I never saw him.
Greenlee: Yeah, but we should still call the police and let them know there's a mugger on the loose.
Leo: Okay. Fine. I'll call the police later, but can we just talk about something else for a while?
Greenlee: You're not worried that when you walked in you found me here with Jake, right?
Leo: Yeah, I fell in.
Greenlee: Listen, there's an explanation, and I know it sounds crazy and it's implausible, but --
Leo: Greenlee, don’t. It's okay.
Greenlee: Leo, Leo, I swear to you nothing went on.
Leo: You don't have to explain or swear anything. I love you. And part of loving is trusting.
Greenlee: You scared me when I saw you falling like that --
Leo: Uh --
Greenlee: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Leo: You don't have to apologize. You don't have to apologize for anything ever.
Greenlee: It kills me to see you like this. I wish I could take away your pain.
Leo: Hmm. Oh, come here.
Vanessa: Oh. Not now, Larry. Really. No, I've got people to see and a lot of work to do.
Larry: You work too much.
Vanessa: Yes, well -- oh, please. You don't want to get on the boss' bad side. Now, go. Get in the driver's seat.
Larry: Whatever you say, boss.
Vanessa: Good. And, by the way, never lay another hand on either of my sons, you overprotective brute.
Larry: Oh. I don't think he'll bother us again, Vanessa.
Vanessa: Good. Now go.
Vanessa: "Us"? Well, not anymore. Time for me to take care of both of my problems -- you and Mateo Santos.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Brooke: Edmund, something's wrong. It's Laura.
Simone: Mateo's in trouble.
Erica: I think he's figuring out what I'm planning to do, and now --
Chris: Now what?
Myrtle: Erica is like my daughter. Don't you dare try to ruin her.
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