>> Previously on "All My Children" --
David: I cut a deal with the DA. I'm taking prison time. So don't sweat testifying. It's all over.
Chris: I'll be back on that job inside a month.
Agent Hammer: That's why I'm here. The Bureau's recommending you take a leave of absence with disability.
Kendall: I want a job here at Enchantment, but not just any job. I want hers.
Anna: What do you mean, you cut a deal?
Jack: Dr. Hayward has chosen to do the sensible thing.
David: I'm doing what's best for everybody concerned.
Anna: What's best for the DA.
Jack: Well, we did spend quite a while building this case.
Anna: They don't have any evidence, David. It's all been destroyed.
Jack: You're making a big mistake here, Chief Devane.
Anna: There was a flood in the evidence room. Your files, the computer data -- they've all been destroyed. They don't have a case against you.
David: They don't need anything but your testimony, Anna.
Anna: David, I don't --
David: No! I'm taking this deal.
Jack: He's pleading guilty, Anna. You follow?
Anna: No, he isn't.
David: I am not going to put you through a hearing.
Anna: Well, there won't be one because I will refuse to testify.
[Door opens and closes]
Ryan: Hey. How you doing?
Chris: Okay. What brings you back here?
Ryan: Kendall's going to the game with me.
Chris: I'll alert the media. She's not here.
Ryan: Really? Well, she was just going to change. Where'd she go, with Bianca?
Chris: Ryan, I don't keep track of the other inmates.
Ryan: Well, at least it's quiet -- you know, like a library or morgue.
Chris: You know, I guess you got something to say and you're not going to leave me alone till you say it, so say it.
Ryan: I talked to Dr. Stannart today and your physical therapist.
Chris: You need a hobby.
Ryan: And when I asked how you were, Stannart said that you're "negatively responsive."
Ryan: So that's doctor-speak for "pain in the rear."
Chris: You know, please, don't you ever go checking up on me again, okay?
Ryan: Who's going to stop me?
Chris: Why don't you get lost? I'm trying to read.
Ryan: No, you're zoning out. The book is a prop.
Chris: Why don't you down Kendall.
Ryan: You quit PT.
Chris: That's my business.
Ryan: You need therapy, Chris.
Chris: It's a waste of time.
Ryan: Waste -- look at you! Forget about the wheelchair, man. Go buy yourself a coffin and lie down.
Chris: You stay out of my life.
Ryan: Life? What life? You're like a professional couch potato. You know, my old man -- he was screwed up, but at least he had guts.
Erica: Kendall, you can't be serious. You want to work for me?
Kendall: I'm not interested in being your underling. Working with you is something else.
Erica: Do you even have any idea what Greenlee does here?
Kendall: I'll figure it out.
Greenlee: You actually expect to take my job? She wants to wreck Enchantment from the inside.
Kendall: Your gig's got to be foolproof.
Greenlee: Unreal. You want to start at the top.
Kendall: This is about what you want. A retraction from "The Exposer" doesn't come cheap.
Erica: But this -- I mean, you'd be working directly with me.
Greenlee: It's entirely out of the question.
Kendall: You and me working side by side -- what better way to prove "The Exposer" wrong? But, hey, if you want the negative press, that's fine with me.
Greenlee: Erica's survived more bad press than Charles Manson. She doesn't need you to get a retraction.
Kendall: Funny, I thought you were the boss. Hmm, my mistake.
Greenlee: Your mistake was demanding my job.
Kendall: Really? Let's hear from you, Mother. Have I made a mistake or a brilliant career move?
Erica: You two are so much alike in your high opinion of yourselves.
Greenlee: But I have proof of my worth to Enchantment and to Erica.
Kendall: That was then. Right now I'm the perfect solution for Erica’s problem -- or don't you care about that?
Greenlee: You can come onboard without replacing me. Tell her.
Kendall: She's so pushy. Ho
Erica: Girls, let me think.
Greenlee: Yeah, think of a way of letting her down easy. Obviously, she's unbalanced.
Kendall: Hmm. Feeling threatened, Greenlee?
Greenlee: By you? Please. Do you have any idea what this time is costing us? No, of course not. You're completely clueless.
Erica: Kendall, I will bring you onboard, but not in Greenlee's job. We'll create a new position for you.
Kendall: It's Greenlee's job or nothing.
Erica: I won't fire Greenlee.
Kendall: I don't want you to. I think she'll make an okay assistant.
Erica: I don't think that would work.
Greenlee: Not without blood being spilled.
Kendall: Okay, well, no deal. I can live with that. Good luck getting that retraction. Got to run. I have a date for a ball game. It was real nice almost doing business with you.
Greenlee: Kendall's delusions are beyond the beyond.
Erica: A ball game?
Greenlee: You had me worried there for a minute.
Erica: I gave Chris tickets to a ball game tonight. Oh, she's playing me. Well, I'm going to play her, and I am going to give her your job.
Jack: You can go back to the police station now, Anna.
Anna: I'd like to tell you where you could go.
Jack: And when you get there, why don't you look in the rulebook. I think you'll find it says that you make the cases, I prosecute the cases. Now, the accused here has very wisely decided to plead guilty. I don't need your testimony because there will be no hearing. You follow me?
Anna: He didn't have the necessary knowledge to make an informed decision.
Jack: Golly, gee whiz, that's the way the game is played, Chief.
Anna: Don't condescend to me.
Jack: Don't you try to bend justice to suit your own purposes in my office.
Anna: Look, he's made a decision to plead guilty, and it's based on personal motives.
Jack: Or maybe a guilty conscience. Frankly, I don't care which.
Anna: Well, I do. David, you thought I wasn't on your side. I am. I mean, that's why --
David: No! Don't say another word, Anna. You can't argue me out of this, okay? I made up my mind.
Jack: Yeah. Be happy to tell him. Thank you. Your attorney's here, Doc.
David: Why don't you go fill him in on the agreement?
Jack: You don't want to be present for that?
David: No, I want a moment alone with Anna.
Jack: Oh, gosh, you know, I don't think that's very wise.
David: I'm going to convince her, not the other way around.
Anna: What is wrong with you? You are trading your entire future.
David: The fact that I'm guilty is immaterial, is that it?
Anna: David, I don't know. I mean, what harm did you really do?
David: Oh, well, let's see. I tried to use you to avoid prosecution. I compromised your integrity, your career, and your future.
Anna: That's okay. I can handle that.
David: Oh, yeah, of course you can. That's why you told me in front of Jackson that the evidence was a wash. That was a real promotion-builder.
Anna: I didn't have time to play charades.
David: You're always on me to do the right thing, and then you get in my way and your own when I try to do it.
Anna: I don't want you in prison.
David: And I don't want to bring down your career, Anna. Look -- this feels right. It feels good being honest.
Anna: Oh. You picked a fine time to reform.
David: Well, it especially feels good being honest with you. I've taken a lot of things for granted in my life, including you. So I'll do my time, and who knows? When I get out, you and I -- maybe we'll have a real chance.
Ryan: You are an even bigger loser than my old man was!
Chris: This is the part where I get up, stagger to you, and throw a punch, right? Wrong.
Ryan: Can't blame me for trying.
Chris: You know what the bottom line is, Ryan? All those years that I spent with the bureau are gone, and now I have nurses and doctors treating me like I'm an infant.
Ryan: So then we talk to them and we tell them to use a different approach.
Chris: "We"? No, no, "we" don't tell anybody anything. Thanks for checking in. Now you can check back out.
Ryan: Because you don't need anybody.
Chris: I don't need anybody hanging over me, checking and watching every move that I make. You're right. I can get along without that.
Ryan: Because you're doing such a good job of putting your life back together on your own, aren't you?
Chris: It's my life, and I'll do what I want with it!
Ryan: You telling me to walk away? Is that -- is that part of your master plan?
Chris: You know, you've -- you've had your quota of pain and disappointments.
Ryan: So that's how you see my life?
Chris: No, you've spent enough of your life chasing dead ends. Look, Ryan, I laid a lot of heavy stuff on you about both your mom and the man who you thought, growing up, was your dad.
Ryan: Yeah, I guess relationships just really aren't my thing. I mean, look at my wife. She got herself killed. Hell, maybe -- you know what? Maybe I should check out.
Chris: No, you just -- just shut up and just listen to me for a minute, please.
Ryan: Well, if you start making sense --
Chris: Ryan, you're young and you're healthy and you're alive, only you're not letting yourself live.
Ryan: You know what?
Chris: Just -- please, just -- just let me finish. You got to stop looking for things to weigh you down. All the things that have happened to you and hit you in the past few months and even before that -- you can't let it paralyze you. You got to learn to let it go and learn to move on. You can choose this. You can choose to let these things go if you want and give yourself the permission, Ryan, to go on living. What do you say?
Ryan: I'll tell you what. I will if you will.
Kendall: Did I just walk in on something big?
Chris: Get him the hell out of here.
Greenlee: Excuse me?
Erica: I need Kendall’s cooperation.
Greenlee: And I need this job, Erica. You can’t. Please, don't do this.
Erica: This is only phase one of my battle plan.
Greenlee: What does that make me, your first casualty?
Erica: Oh, you'll survive, trust me.
Greenlee: You're handing that misfit the job I've slaved for, and I'm supposed to say "great"?
Erica: I'll take care of you, Greenlee.
Greenlee: How do you mean?
Erica: I mean that this is only temporary. Once I get what I want, Kendall will just go away.
Greenlee: What if you never get what you want?
Erica: You know something? This would be a time for you to be supportive, Greenlee. You have an awful lot riding on my goodwill.
Greenlee: What do you think Enchantment was riding on when you were on trial?
Era: Look, you did a very good job --
Greenlee: I gave my blood, my energy, my life to Enchantment. If you lay me off, even temporarily, this company will suffer.
Erica: I'm not laying you off. Not at all.
Greenlee: You're not?
Erica: No. I need you.
Erica: And your first and most vital assignment will be to assist Kendall.
Greenlee: You want me to play Kendall’s gofer? I'd rather die.
Erica: Greenlee, why do you only see the small picture here? What did I promise you if you got Kendall hooked?
Greenlee: My own product.
Erica: You've done a marvelous job. Kendall is hooked. All we have to do now is play it out.
Greenlee: For how long?
Erica: I can't predict that.
Greenlee: But it is temporary?
Erica: Yes, it is definitely temporary. And if you take this temporary assistantship, I will be very, very grateful.
Greenlee: As in big raise grateful?
Erica: You will definitely profit from this, Greenlee. Think about it.
Erica: Kendall, this is Erica. I've given your offer some more thought. Greenlee's job is yours. Congratulations, Kendall. Welcome aboard.
Greenlee: Wait, Erica. We haven't worked out the details of your master plan.
Erica: Well, there's no time.
Greenlee: I'm all alone on the titanic. Jake. He'll help me rearrange the deck chairs. Dr. Jake Martin, please. Yes. Tell him it's Greenlee Smythe and I have to talk to him right away. Yes, it's an emergency.
Kendall: You wear the drowned rat look well. That was a compliment.
Kendall: I feel like company.
Radio announcer: And that's the traffic and weather. Bad news for you Phillies fans. Tonight's game has been called on account of rain, so you're all mine for the night. Enjoy.
Kendall: Well, there's a depressing thought. Now what?
Ryan: What do you mean? Let's go.
Kendall: The game's canceled. I just had a psychic news flash, and the DJ confirmed it.
Ryan: Sorry. My mind was someplace else right now.
Kendall: I hadn't noticed. You want to go back inside?
Ryan: You were supposed to be in there. Were you?
Kendall: Chris wasn't keeping you entertained?
Ryan: I won my bet, didn't I? I did. You just had to go get one more shot at Erica, didn't you?
Kendall: Okay, I did go to Enchantment, but --
Ryan: You are so incredibly predictable.
Kendall: Listen -- I did go there. But as soon as I got there, I was about to knock on her office door, and then it hit me -- why do this to myself? Who needs the hassle? So I bolted.
Ryan: Revenge trip unfulfilled?
Kendall: Revenge trip unnecessary. Surprised?
Ryan: Impressed. I'm impressed.
Kendall: So, how did it go between you and Chris in there?
Ryan: Self-pity is bleak. Come on, let's go.
Kendall: The game's washed out.
Ryan: Would you trust me, please? I'll navigate, you drive.
Kendall: Okay. Where are we going?
Ryan: I know how to show a girl a good time, all right? Just take my directions. Let's go.
Man: Mr. Montgomery's offer seems fair, David, but we should discuss it.
David: That's not necessary.
Anna: Right, because he's not pleading guilty.
Jack: Why don't you just stay the hell out of this, Anna?
David: Don't listen to her.
Anna: Did Mr. Montgomery happen to mention the fact that all the evidence against your client has been destroyed?
Man: That must have slipped his mind.
Jack: Well, actually, Enrico, as you know, I wasn't obligated to let you know that as yet.
Anna: Not until after he'd entered his plea, and then it wouldn't matter, anyway.
Enrico: I thought your offer was uncharacteristically generous.
Anna: Right, so you would take it and he wouldn't have to tell you about the evidence.
Jack: Chief Devane for the defense. Nice, huh? Okay, I'll tell you what -- let's do it. Let's go to trial. I can put you on the witness stand, and you can do my job for me. How would you like that?
Anna: Not even you can force a wife --
Anna: To testify against her husband.
Jack: A wife? What are you trying to pull?
Anna: We're married.
Jack: You got to be kidding me, right?
Anna: No, no, no. We did it up all nice and legal, I assure you. At Elk Green, I think. J.P. Tuttle presiding. Look it up.
Jack: I will.
David: She's telling the truth.
Jack: Yes, I can see that she is.
David: Are you sure you know what you're doing?
Anna: Oh, yeah.
Enrico: It's legit.
Jack: Well, this case has taken an interesting turn, don't you think? Especially ironic that you're our Chief of Police.
Anna: Well, it doesn't change the fact that I can't be forced to testify against my husband.
Jack: You're protecting a criminal. You realize that?
Enrico: Unless, of course, you have no proof that my client committed the crime.
Jack: I've still got Jake Martin's testimony and a list of the evidence we gathered.
Enrico: Without physical evidence, no jury will convict Dr. Hayward.
Anna: He's right, you know.
Jack: I certainly hope this was worth your career.
David: Don't go threatening her.
Jack: What, are you going to shut me up, Hayward? Huh? You going to silence me?
David: You know what your problem is, Jackson? You go after the wrong people -- and a lot of money is spent doing it -- like my brother.
Jack: I don't run this office to suit the people I should be prosecuting, like you and your wife here.
David: My wife did nothing wrong.
Jack: Ha! Well, I wouldn't expect you to recognize it.
David: You want to prosecute somebody who deserves it? Get Vanessa.
Jack: It just so happens your mother was found unfit to stand trial.
David: Well, then, there's the real crime, isn't it?
Jack: I couldn't agree with you more.
Anna: Is there any reason why we can't go home?
David: No, no reason at all. Come on.
Jack: Sure hope they got you on a retainer, Rico. I got a feeling they're going to keep you real busy.
Greenlee: Jake? Well, when will he call me back? That's his message? "Emergencies can only be admitted through the emergency room." Would you happen to know where Dr. Martin is? Ugh! Kendall shoots me down, Erica helps her trash my life, and Jake is playing doctor meets nympho physical therapist with Mia. Kill me now, somebody! Take me out of my misery.
Trey: Which method would you prefer? I suggest drowning in a giant martini, but --
Greenlee: How did you get in?
Trey: Through the wide open front door. Care to join me for dinner?
Greenlee: Look at me. Is this the face of a woman who wants grilled salmon and a chocolate soufflé? Could you possibly ask a more idiotic, vapid question?
Trey: So dinner's out?
Erica: Are you asleep?
Chris: No. I'm just checking for cracks on my eyelids.
Erica: I'm sorry.
Chris: Are you trying to keep me from sleeping?
Erica: No, I -- hey, I asked you quietly.
Chris: Well, why don't you leave the same way? And for your info, I was awake.
Erica: Well, good. Then I wasn't bothering you.
Chris: Yes, Erica, you were.
Erica: You know, no one's keeping you here.
Chris: Erica, I live here. Bianca's out and you can't harass Kendall because she's at a ball game with my s-- Ryan.
Erica: How nice that you gave them those tickets.
Chris: I'll tell the world you stopped by.
Erica: Well, maybe the rest will improve your mood.
Chris: Yeah, well, it might if I could get any.
Erica: How did your appointment go this afternoon with Dr. Stannart?
Chris: I should E-mail a newsletter.
Erica: Yeah, well, until you do, why don't you just tell me how it went?
Chris: Let's see -- I'm still not walking, which is okay, because seeing as how I just got canned, I mean -- hey, hey, hey -- I didn't ask you to sit down.
Erica: Well, you can't have a pity party with just one person.
Chris: Well, there's no party of any kind here tonight. Good-bye, Erica.
[Turns TV on]
Chris: I don't want that on.
Erica: Well, since you couldn't go to the ball game, I thought maybe we could bring the ball game to you.
Chris: Oh --
Erica: Maybe "Bull Durham’s" on. Maybe that will get you going.
Chris: It won't, and neither will your pestering me. Look -- why don't you save yourself [rest of line missing].
Chris: Look, I'm not kidding around with you anymore. If you don't leave right now, I swear I'll --
Erica: You'll what? What are you going to do? You going to call Myrtle to throw me out? Or are you finally going to get your rear in gear and do it yourself?
Kendall: The snack stand was open? But there's no game.
Ryan: Hey, I'm a persuasive guy. What do you want?
Kendall: Yeah, oh, what'd you get? Give me that.
Ryan: Got some popcorn. I got some drinks. Hold that. Candy bar.
Kendall: Mmm. Very good so far.
Ryan: And these -- these you will like. They're a very acquired taste.
Ryan: Corn dogs.
Kendall: Mmm. Food of the Gods.
Ryan: You're kidding me?
Kendall: No. When I was young, I hated going to the circus, but I used to beg my parents to go just for the food. Ah, corn dogs and cotton candy -- my favorite meal. You got any mustard? Yes! You rock.
Ryan: I guess I did all right, huh?
Kendall: Mm-hmm. You did perfect. Hey, this is mayonnaise, I think I'll take it. Mmm, mmm. You know what? Who needs crowds and guys whacking at a ball with a stick? You, me, and corn dog -- the ideal date. Well, you know what I mean.
Kendall: That wasn't a come-on or a pass or anything.
Ryan: No, no, no, I didn't take it like that, I didn't take it like that.
Kendall: Good, because it wasn't. No way.
Ryan: Look -- can I have my popcorn, please?
Ryan: The other night at the Pine dump when you wanted to go out and I was acting like an idiot and --
Kendall: Yeah, yeah, about that -- I'm sorry I accused you of coming on to me.
Ryan: No, I accused you first, and --
Kendall: Well, we were both stupid.
Kendall: And I was stressed, and I overreacted.
Ryan: Me, too. I guess there's no such thing as an easy relationship. Ahem.
Kendall: So -- thanks. You come here often? Suck down a few brews, catch a few innings?
Ryan: No, I've only been here once before. I brought my wife. Ahem.
Kendall: Gillian was into baseball?
Ryan: Gillian thought baseball was quaint.
Kendall: America's favorite pastime, "quaint"?
Ryan: According to Gillian, it was America’s favorite waste of time. Of course, until she saw a game.
Kendall: Tell me about her. Tell me about Gillian.
Ryan: And then her favorite player hit a home run, and she got so excited, she stood up, she knocked over the drink into the guy in front of her.
Kendall: Well, what did he do? Did he toss her out of the bleachers?
Ryan: No, he actually offered her season tickets.
Kendall: You lie!
Ryan: No, as part of her apology, she, like -- she knighted the guy.
Kendall: What, she knighted him?
Kendall: Was she officially allowed to do that?
Ryan: I don't know. Gillian thought she was --
Ryan: Yeah, she was incredible. She was incredible. I mean, after she died, I kind of -- I don't know -- I kind of felt like she was still with me, you know?
Kendall: Well, that must have been comforting.
Ryan: Yeah, it was. It was. I felt like she was urging me to move on.
Kendall: Now you're ready.
Ryan: I don't know.
Kendall: Well, maybe when another girl like Gillian comes along.
Ryan: Never happen.
Kendall: Well, she sounds like a perfect angel.
Ryan: She was like the opposite of angelic when we first met, believe me. I mean, she's royalty, you know that -- except for the dethroned, impoverished kind.
Kendall: She was poor?
Ryan: Yeah. Yeah, surprised me, too, believe me. Gillian thought that wealth was her birthright, and if she had to lie or cheat to reclaim it, I mean, that was a small price to pay. Know what I'm saying?
Ryan: Yeah, really. In fact, she married me the first time for my -- for her green card.
Kendall: Well, she needed to stay in the country.
Ryan: And she thought I was rich.
Kendall: How could she think that?
Ryan: What are you laughing at? I mean, I guess I suppose I sort of led her on.
Kendall: Well, when did you two officially become the perfect love match?
Ryan: The perfect love match -- later. Much, much later. At first we were just looking for wealthy spouses.
Kendall: That's rich -- no pun intended. So you thought she was loaded?
Ryan: What are you talking about? She was a princess. She was Princess Andrassy. Of course I thought she was loaded. And the fights that we had -- I mean, that girl could yell.
Kendall: And in Hungarian.
Ryan: Half the time when she was speaking English, I didn't understand a word she was yelling. I'm telling you, she made me so mad sometimes, I just wanted to, like, strangle her.
Kendall: Like me.
Greenlee: Do you have a death wish?
Trey: I'll take a rain check on that dinner.
Greenlee: Smart man.
trey: You don't have any weapons here, do you?
Greenlee: I have nothing. Nothing. Do you have any idea how unfair that is? What undeserved tragic karma? You don't get it. You don't know how I fought to turn my life around. I went from fabulously desired ornament to a valued, outstandingly creative businesswoman. I rewrote my mission statement from "me, me, me" to "what can I do for others? What can I accomplish?" And do you know what I get for becoming a better, more evolved person? Do you know what the payoff is? Guess. Go on -- what's the payoff?
Trey: You are gorgeous when you rant.
Greenlee: How gorgeous?
Trey: Incredibly, breathtakingly gorgeous.
Chris: What do you think you are doing, Erica?
Erica: If you're not throwing me out, I'm keeping you company.
Chris: Yeah, whether I want you to or not.
Erica: I told you I would go.
Chris: Yeah, sure, if I -- if I pick you up by the scruff of your neck and toss you out.
Erica: You stood up in Jackson Montgomery’s office. You can stand up now.
Chris: I fell down in Jackson’s office.
Erica: Yeah, that was Agent Hammer's bad luck.
Chris: I wanted to punch that guy right in the face.
Erica: And you would have, too.
Chris: Yeah, if I'd just got my feet under me a little longer.
Erica: Well, what you need is just a little practice. Your muscles have weakened a little bit.
Chris: Oh, is that your own diagnosis, Dr. Kane?
Erica: I spoke to Dr. Stannart after your appointment with him today.
Chris: Yeah, you and everybody else.
Erica: He said that your bad attitude is the only thing that's holding your recovery up.
Chris: Oh, so he's a shrink now, too, huh?
Erica: All you need is some physical therapy. Why don't you go?
Chris: Why won't you go?
Erica: I told you I will gladly go as soon as you can walk again.
Chris: You know, my patience is running thin with you.
Erica: Okay. So Dr. Stannart cannot motivate you? Let me give it a try. Why don't you just imagine yourself striding into the Valley Inn with me -- with me on your arm. We'd have a great dinner, maybe a little dancing afterwards.
Chris: Oh, yeah. Guys in wheelchairs -- they execute great moves on the dance floor. But that wouldn't fit your image, you know, being escorted by a cripple.
Erica: Oh, you ignorant -- you think this is for me? This is all about you. You are in this wheelchair because you just -- you simply -- you refuse to get up. And there are hundreds of thousands of people in wheelchairs all over the world who would like to kick their wheelchairs out of their lives, who are fighting like hell to get the use of their legs back --
Chris: All right --
Erica: But you, you just refuse to get up.
Chris: All right, all right, all right, just take it easy, take it easy.
Erica: Oh, like you? Just sit back and let life run right by me?
Chris: Look, I just want you to calm down. I don't want you to get behind the wheel angry. Remember what happened the last time you got behind the wheel angry? You hit Frankie.
Erica: Oh, I did not hit Frankie, and you know I didn't hit Frankie! You know very well that she deliberately threw herself in front of my car!
Erica: "Whatever"? I wish to God that I could hate you, Chris Stamp. It certainly would make my life a hell of a lot easier.
Chris: Since when does the great Erica Kane run out on a challenge?
Erica: Because if I stay here, I am liable to --
Chris: You don't go until I toss you out, remember?
David: I thought you were smarter than this.
Anna: Well, you're not behind bars and we're home, so I figure we're ahead of the game.
David: And your career?
Anna: Will recover.
David: Not if Jackson has anything to say about it.
Anna: Yeah. I guess we'll just have to wait and see about that.
David: I'm sorry.
Anna: I'm not.
David: I am guilty.
Anna: Technically, legally, yes. But your research saved someone's life, and that doesn't scream "throw him in jail" to me.
David: Our marriage is out there in the open now.
Anna: Even though you were dying to go to jail to keep it under wraps.
David: It would have been better for you.
Anna: For my career, yes. I'm beginning to realize there's a lot more to life than that.
David: No. This job is you, Anna. It's a perfect fit.
Anna: Yeah, I know. Would you have done it, really? Spent some time pressing license plates for me?
David: Yeah. And you know why, don't you?
Anna: No, actually, I don’t. Why?
David: Because I love you, Anna.
Jack: Well, Devane can't testify now that she's Mrs. Doctor Hayward, and we don't have one bit of physical evidence to show to a jury.
Woman: This is beyond conflict of interest.
Jack: Yeah, I'd say so. As a matter of fact, I think it's close to collusion.
Woman: And we're powerless?
Jack: Oh, no. I'm going to get this case before a grand jury. Don't you worry about that.
Woman: How? We've got nothing on them.
Jack: We'll get to Hayward by going after Anna Devane.
David: You're flushed.
Anna: Difficult day. A bit tired.
David: This can't be your only reaction. You don't believe me.
Anna: Tell me you're not taking my pulse.
David: I meant it, Anna. I love you. I know it sounds like it's something new, probably because I'm not used to saying this on a regular basis.
Anna: No kidding.
David: But I've been feeling it for some time, even though I wouldn't allow myself to say it.
David: That's not the reaction that I was expecting.
Anna: Well, it's like you felt a little odd and then you finally diagnose it as love.
David: That's not what I was saying.
Anna: That's okay. I feel the same way. I love you, too.
Trey: The offer for dinner still stands.
Trey: In case this -- where we're headed -- isn't what you really want.
Greenlee: It's not. I'm sorry.
Trey: Okay. Grilled salmon?
Greenlee: Not that, either. I need to be alone.
Trey: Oh, sure. Another time.
Greenlee: Alone with Leo.
Kendall: Not that I think -- I am nothing like Gillian. I'm just -- I'm just saying that you want to kill me sometimes, too. The similarity ends there. I push your buttons.
Ryan: We're definitely -- ah -- both experts at that. Sorry.
Kendall: So, where's dessert? No junk food feast is complete without cotton candy.
Ryan: Ahem. Actually, I'll take this.
Kendall: "Tell me about Gillian." Kendall, Kendall, Kendall. You are such a moron. Oh, God. Oh. Farewell, Ryan. Have a nice life in whatever hills you run off to. Thanks for the souvenirs.
Kendall: A message.
Erica's voice: Kendall, it's Erica. I've given your offer some more thought, and Greenlee’s job is yours. Congratulations, Kendall. Welcome aboard.
Kendall: Yes, yes! Yes. Yes! Hey, Ryan?
Ryan: Oh. What, you order cotton candy from somebody else?
Kendall: No. Just you.
Ryan: Any calls while I was gone?
Kendall: Oh, no, I was just checking my messages. There weren't any.
Kendall: Thank you. This is cruel.
Ryan: Here -- let me, let me, let me.
Erica: How are you feeling? Steady?
Erica: You want to kick me out?
Chris: You're my therapist. You think I'm ready?
Erica: Why don't you start with a step?
Chris: All right. Just put my hand here. Hey, that's not bad for a lazy bum, huh?
Erica: Oh, you're looking good, Mr. Stamp.
Chris: Oh, I'm feeling -- I'm feeling pretty good, too.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Greenlee: What's Leo done now?
Hayley: Mateo -- get away from Vanessa.
Colby: Are you going to die?
Jack: I want your resignation.
Kendall: Go ahead and say it, Ryan. You care about me.