All My Children Transcript Friday 5/10/02
Provided by Suzanne
>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Mia: You're not getting another penny out of me, I don't care how you threaten me.
Tad: It's from Dixie. She's pregnant.
Leo: Anna, I love Greenlee and Iím going to do whatever I can to take care of her.
Anna: You bring us to the money and Iíll get you what you want.
Leo: Thank you.
Greenlee: Who is that?
Simone: That was my dad. I have to go.
Greenlee: That wasn't Simone's father. I've heard that voice before.
Adam: "My only desire is to protect --" oh, good -- what the hell! You sent a signed letter of apology to the newspaper for publication?
Adam: Are you trying to destroy Chandler Enterprises or you just want to get yourself thrown in jail?
Brooke: What does this mean?
Edmund: You won the Kentucky Derby?
Brooke: No, seriously. Come on, what's the occasion? Edmund: I -- they're not from me, Brooke. Why don't you ask Tad?
J.R.: Hey, Tad. Tad: Hey! How are you, pal? What a day, huh? Isn't it gorgeous? Spring. Look at those flowers, right? Isn't the color fabulous? Isn't it amazing?
J.R.: What's with you?
Tad: Everything. Life. All is wonderful with the world.
J.R.: Whatever. Where do you want me?
J.R.: Look, I know the drill. I don't even unpack anymore. Your place, dad's, someplace new?
Tad: Oh, no, no, you don't understand. No, no, no, no, I just wanted to tell you that your mother's coming home. That's why I called you. I wanted to tell you face to face.
J.R.: Mom's coming home?
Tad: Yeah. She's not going to be alone, either.
J.R.: Well, it can't be another guy. You wouldn't be so happy.
Tad: Uh-uh. It's a girl. She -- she's going to have a girl. You're going to have a baby [BROOKEíS HOUSE]
Brooke: Oh, you're right. They are from Tad. He's just trying to be nice.
Edmund: "He's just trying to be nice." He's trying to burn me up. He's succeeding, that's what he's doing. I'm going to put a stop to this right now.
Liza: If you would just read the whole --
Adam: No, no, no one's going to read this. I'm pulling it from publication.
Liza: No, you're not.
Adam: Why did you do this without consulting me?
Liza: It's better than you declaring me mentally incompetent!
Adam: This proves you're damn close!
Liza: You know, I am fine, and you know it!
Adam: I'm not going to let you do this, Liza.
Mia: Knock it off, Adam. Or do you want to put her back in the hospital?
Simone: I am so sorry that I cut you off on the phone.
Greenlee: Because you were having dinner with your father? That's a big, fat lie. Want to know how I know? Because I heard his voice, and it wasn't your dad.
Vanessa: You missed me? You really missed me? Truly?
Leo: Yeah. How are you?
Vanessa: Well, how should I be in this terrible remake of "Snake Pit"?
Leo: Well, you -- you look great. I'm serious. You do.
Vanessa: Well, I hope they patted you down good before they let you in here. Guard!
Leo: Mother, whoa, whoa, Iím not going to hurt you, I swear. That's why I came here. All that stuff that I said before, all those threats that I made, I never meant any of that. Not a word.
Brooke: Excuse me? What exactly are you going to stop?
Edmund: I'm going to stop Tad sending you three dozen red roses.
Brooke: Why are you so mad? This is just a friendly gesture.
Edmund: What does it say exactly? Read it.
Brooke: "Brooke, thank you for all you've done and all you do for me. You're the best."
Edmund: That's it?
Brooke: "Love always, Tad."
Brooke: Stop making such a big deal about this.
Edmund: This -- this is a guy thing. No man writes a card like this to his ex-wife who's getting engaged to another man unless he wants to stay in her life.
Brooke: Uh-huh. Well, of course he does because Tad and I have a child.
Edmund: It's more than that.
Brooke: Ok. Listen, I wasn't going to say anything to you until it happened, but Dixie wrote to Tad. Edmund: And, what, and said, "stay out of my life, quit looking for me"?
Brooke: No. Wrong again. She's pregnant. She's carrying Tad's baby.
Edmund: Dixie's pregnant?
Brooke: Yes, and she's coming home. So Tad and Dixie are going to be together.
Tad: Your mother is very definitely very pregnant.
J.R.: Wait, wait, what about her heart?
Tad: That's just it -- her heart is fine. Apparently, she's been under the care of this like, you know, medical guru over there. He says that now she's in her third trimester, all systems are go.
J.R.: But what if something goes wrong?
Tad: No what-ifs. That's why your mother wanted me to talk to you personally. She wanted to let you know that everything is great.
J.R., I spoke with her on the phone. Look, if anything was wrong, I would've known. I mean, I haven't heard her sound this happy since -- since you were born.
J.R.: Let's call her. Let's call her right now.
Tad: Nice try. We can't, actually. It's a little late over there and she kind of needs r sleep at the moment. Think you can wait till tomorrow?
J.R.: Yeah, I guess.
Tad: Yeah, because if you do, you'll be able to reach out and hug Dixie herself -- if you can get your arms around her. I'm going to get on a plane tonight to bring her back.
Tad: She will be home. You have a problem with this?
J.R.: No. No. I mean, if this works out, it'll be great.
Tad: Yeah. I understand. I'm sorry. I -- I know things in life haven't exactly gone your way in the last year, have they?
J.R.: Yeah, well, some of it was my own fault.
Tad: And a lot of it was mine. The fact is your -- your mom leaving town didn't help any.
J.R.: If she was pregnant, why did she -- why did she leave? Why didn't she just stay here, you know?
Tad: Well, again, that was my fault. See, once upon a time, I told your mother flat out that if I ever d to choose between her life and a baby's, selfishly, I would choose hers.
J.R.: Yeah, well, sure. Tad: That's why she left. She realized as soon as I found out she was pregnant that I wouldn't want her to carry the baby to term. Make no mistake, what your mother did was very courageous. She left her entire life, everything she knows, to make her own decision. And nobody, not even me, was going to keep her from having this baby.
J.R.: Mom always wanted a little girl to buy skirts for.
Tad: You didn't know half of it. You're lucky you didn't grow up with some serious issues.
J.R.: Mom's coming home and Iím going to have a little baby sister.
Tad: Yep. Life's a hoot, huh?
J.R.: It's incredible.
Tad: Hey, listen -- I love you very much, and as much Iíd love to stick around, I got a lot to do before I get on that plane.
J.R.: Wait up. Take this with you.
Tad: It's Dixieís star.
J.R.: Yeah. Why don't you give it to her again -- for keeps.
Simone: He, uh -- you know, it really doesn't matter. It's not important.
Greenlee: I hope this lying thing is a phase, and one that's over.
Simone: Absolutely. Never again. Fabulous dress.
Greenlee: Why tell me you had to leave work early to meet your dad? I mean, why couldn't you just be honest? Why couldn't you tell me you were going to meet your mystery squeeze?
Simone: You know, what difference does it make?
Greenlee: I know him, don't I? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so secretive.
Simone: Look, I don't even know if this is going to work out.
Greenlee: Well, maybe I can help. The voice I heard over the phone seemed familiar. How well do I know him?
Simone: You don't.
Greenlee: Sure I do.
Simone: No. Greenlee: Or, otherwise, you wouldn't insist that I don't.
Simone: Greenlee, look, I wish that you would just let this go, ok? It's not like Iím serious about the man or anything.
Greenlee: Ok. I only grilled you because that bride/maid of honor bond is one of total trust and confidentiality. Or not. What do I know? Come on.
Simone: Where to?
Greenlee: To a source of inspiration that'll give you some ideas about your mystery man.
Vanessa: So you didn't mean a word of it?
Vanessa: No, no, no, swearing you wanted to see me dead, pumping -- relishing pumping bullets right through me, huh? You were just, what, joshing?
Leo: Look, just can you let me explain why I went off on you the way I did that day?
Vanessa: I understand why. You wanted me to suffer, and I did.
Leo: No, mother, I did it because Greenlee was listening outside the door.
Vanessa: Oh, so you did it to placate Greenlee, huh? Well, all those vile, vicious things you said?
Leo: That's why Iím here -- because I couldn't actually let you think that I would ever harm you. I haven't hardly slept since then.
Vanessa: Well, if I could only believe that.
Leo: Mother, I -- I -- I keep trying to get you out of my life, but I just can't. You're part of me, and that's not going to change. So please, please just don't -- don't hate me. Try to forgive me.
Vanessa: Oh, poor, dear boy. Well, come give mother a hug.
J.R.: Mom gave it to me when she was going off to Europe.
Tad: Why don't you give it to her?
J.R.: No, I was freaking out because she was rushing off. She kept telling me she loved me, but she was still heading for the door.
Tad: And that story about going out to find herself sounded pretty bogus.
J.R.: Yeah, that's why I didn't buy it, so to convince me that she loved me, she took it off and she gave it to me. She said that it was filled with more love than anybody could ever imagine. Women. Where do they get this stuff, right?
Tad: Total mystery.
J.R.: I mean, if mom thinks it's filled with some magical love power, I mean, that's cool.
Tad: Yeah, we know better.
J.R.: Oh, totally.
Tad: That's probably why you were carrying it around with you. I'll deliver it to your mother.
J.R.: Thanks. I'll meet you at your place.
Tad: No, you can't. I'm sorry. Until your probation is over, you have to stay at your father's.
J.R.: Oh, come on.
Tad: No, no, just listen to me, listen to me, all right, ease? Give it a little time, we'll all be together again. Trust me. Sometimes life is very good.
Jake: Is there anything else we can do for you?
Liza: No, you know, I don't need any referees. Adam and I can fight very well on our own. We've had plenty of practice.
Adam: Liza is fine. Aren't you fine, Liza?
Liza: You know, you coddle people. That's your downfall.
Adam: Believe me, the last thing I want to do in this world is cause a relapse.
Liza: You know, but arguing with me isn't going to give the brain tumor a second chance.
Adam: I love you, and Iím doing everything I can to protect you from prosecution. But when I saw that letter --
Jake: What letter?
Mia: Oh, it's a letter of apology and explanation.
Liza: I mishandled some funds at Chandler's.
Mia: I'll just explain to you later.
Liza: It's just that I cannot be declared mentally incompetent as an excuse. There are repercussions to that that could be awful.
Mia: Yeah, you know, Liza and I talked about this letter and, I mean, we both agree that going public with it isn't a bad idea.
Adam: So it's Mia you turn to for business advice?
Liza: I couldn't talk to you about it.
Adam: Well, of course not because deep down you knew it was self-destructive.
Liza: Because I knew that you wouldn't approve!
Adam: Well, somebody should disapprove. She doesn't have any experience in business. Liza, I don't want to argue with you about this.
Liza: I don't want to argue with you.
Liza: So why don't you just read the entire letter. You will see that Iím not putting Chandler's at risk or having myself strapped into leg irons. My attorneys reviewed it.
Adam: This bit asserting that you're now fully recovered? Says who? Says you? Now, that -- that might fly.
Liza: It will.
Mia: You know, things will cool off a lot faster this way, and if you have her declared crazy, I mean, all hell is just going to break loose.
Adam: Your candor about the problems caused by the tumor should absolve you of blame -- in some circles.
Mia: What cold-hearted person would have Liza held responsible?
Adam: The kind that work for the SEC. But, all right, think -- I think I overreacted.
Liza: You think?
Adam: Yes, I do. You're absolutely -- you're back on track. I overreacted. I'm sorry.
Liza: So that would be considered an apology?
Adam: No, but this would. In all of the many years I have been wildly in love with you, Iíve never, ever intentionally done anything to upset or hurt you. Will you accept my apology?
Adam: Good. If I hadn't been blindsided, maybe if Iíd been warned or something, but I walked in and saw that fax --
Liza: Can I have the file, please? I've accepted your apology and I don't want to start another fight. Do you want to fight?
Adam: No, no, I do not want to fight. Absolutely do not want to fight. Just no more surprises.
Jake: Good luck.
Adam: Jake, why are you here? Liza's fine. Are you nosing around for some sort of charitable contribution?
Mia: Oh, I invited him, actually.
Adam: Oh, you can do a lot better, Mia.
Jake: Well, Adam, I tried to tell her that, but she won't believe me.
Mia: I mean, it's ok, right, with you guys if I have people over?
Liza: We want you to think of this as your home.
Mia: Thank you. So you still have that appetite? We'll be in the kitchen then.
Jake: Holler if you need us.
Adam: Wait. I'll call Dr. McMillan in the morning.
Liza: To say what?
Adam: That you're more than competent. That you are fully recovered and in top form, and I admire you more than I can say.
Liza: That's a lot of compliments. I think I should start worrying.
Adam: Not unless you're getting tired of me.
Liza: I'm tired, but not of you. I think Iím going to go upstairs.
Adam: Wait, wait. This is not -- I don't want to pressure you. I don't. I'm just wondering if you'd given any thought at all to when we can stop sleeping in separate bedrooms.
Edmund: Dixie's pregnant, Tad's bringing her home, yet he's still sniffing around you.
Brooke: Oh, that is such an unpleasant phrase.
Edmund: You know what I mean. Why?
Brooke: Why? Because he's not, because you are misinterpreting his motives.
Brooke: And that's Tad and he's here to say good-bye to Jamie. And?
Edmund: I'll behave.
Edmund: Unless he sends you a box of chocolates. Then Iím going to deck him.
Brooke: Hey. How are you?
Tad: Good. Edmund.
Tad: Is Jamie ready to --
Brooke: Yeah, he's upstairs. Listen, thank you so much for those beautiful roses you sent.
Tad: What roses? I didn't send you any roses.
Edmund: Hmm. Well, you're the only Tad in Brooke's past and present.
Tad: Somebody's using my name.
Edmund: Question is, why?
[Simon and Greenlee try on wedding gowns]
Simone: I never expected it to feel like this.
Greenlee: Oh, almost sacred?
Simone: Oh, my gosh, I haven't played dress-up since I was 7 years old. It feels so --
Simone: Oh, yes.
Greenlee: Oh, look at this one. Can you imagine walking down the aisle toward the groom in this?
Simone: Not unless I wanted him to run. That is tacky.
Greenlee: People are so nice when you have money and status, all those designers and shops sending over gowns for m to try on.
Greenlee: Of course, having them delivered to the Revlon offices didn't hurt.
Simone: Oh, I absolutely adore this one.
Simone: You know, my parents divorced years ago. I never thought that Iíd want to get married, much less with all the trimmings.
Greenlee: Yeah, if we looked to our parents' marriages for inspiration, the wedding business would've gone the way of eight-track tapes. It's being in love. It turns you into a raving optimist.
Simone: Yeah. Well, maybe Iíll just buy the dress and skip the ceremony.
Greenlee: Oh, no, they come as a set. You don't buy the dress and not the veil. You have to buy -- I know. I know why you haven't told me who your mystery guy is.
Vanessa: Oh, Leo, Leo, my dear child.
Leo: Mother, don't cry.
Vanessa: No, I -- Iím so happy. I'm happy. I can survive anything, darling, now that I haven't lost you.
Leo: No, you haven't lost me.
Vanessa: Well, you remember -- remember how much when you were a little child we used to play this game, how much do I love you?
Vanessa: Remember Iíd say, "how much? How much do I love you? This much!"
Leo: Mother, we -- we can't pretend like nothing's happened.
Vanessa: No, you can -- you're allowed to hold a grudge.
Leo: Yeah, and, you know, we may never get back to the way we were, but --
Vanessa: Yeah, but, darling --
Leo: I want you in my life, ok? All right, I got to go.
Vanessa: You will come back, won't you?
Leo: I'll come back. All right.
[After Leo leaves Vanessa talks to herself]
Vanessa: Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo. What the hell are you up to now?
[Outside of Vanessaís room]
Leo: Well, round one goes to Leo du Pres.
Tad: The order was placed on-line and it was charged to the credit card of one Phoebe Wallingford.
Brooke: Well, Aunt Phoebe's in Albuquerque on a dig with Langley and, secondly, she would never order flowers from a web site.
Tad: Hmm. Even if it was Phoebe's credit card and she were here and that was her florist, she's been playing matchmaker for years.
Brooke: Yeah, she would never send flowers from you, never in a million years.
Tad: Oh, come on, guys, we're looking for somebody with access to Phoebe's credit cards? Somebody about so high, who'd want me with you?
Brooke: What? No, Jamie wouldn't do something like -- no.
Tad: Why not?
Brooke: Why not? Because he loves Edmund is why not.
Edmund: He's also devoted to his dad.
Tad: I told you. He has a problem with your wedding.
Adam: I'm not asking -- it's just that I miss -- I miss you being next to me. I miss the warmth of your body.
Liza: I miss you, too.
Adam: Then why don't I come back to our bed tonight?
Liza: I don't sleep well. I think it must be the medication. I wake up in the morning and the blankets are all over the floor.
Adam: I can pick them up for you.
Liza: I think that we should sleep apart for a little while longer.
Adam: Ok. Whatever you need as long as you need it.
Liza: Thank you.
Adam: Yeah. Well, why don't I come up and tuck you in?
Liza: I think I might just do some work until the headaches start.
Adam: Liza, no, no, don't try to get back to work, not until you're stronger.
Liza: No, Dr. Greenberg said that it's normal, that they'll go away soon.
Adam: Well, until they do, Iíll do your reading for you.
Liza: You will?
Adam: Yeah. I'll come up and tuck you in and read you some memos and some reports and some notes on some business meetings, some board meetings that you might find very interesting, until you fall gratefully to sleep.
Liza: You would do tt?
Adam: I'd even make them sound like fairy tales. "Stockholders, stockholders, throw down your golden shares." But first the princess must retire to her bed chamber.
Liza: Well, maybe being pampered for one night isn't so bad.
Adam: It's a start.
Simone: I thought that we were done with this subject.
Greenlee: Of course you'd like that because you're afraid that people will find out that he's married. That's why you won't give me his name for my invitation list.
Simone: You know, this isn't anything that I want to discuss.
Greenlee: A local, married man. Naturally, can't be seen in public together.
Simone: Greenlee, this is so personal.
Greenlee: I'm not judging you. It's not my place to approve or disapprove. I'm just sorry you've got this obstacle, the not-yet ex-wife.
Simone: Ok, so now can we just drop it?
Greenlee: Just be careful, be discreet. I care about you.
Simone: I'll be careful. You know, Iíve got to go. I'm going to go change in the ladies' room. Oh.
[Simone runs into Leo]
Leo: Well, well, well, well. What, are we having a double wedding?
Simone: Aw. Bye, Leo.
Greenlee: Now, would I complicate things like that, huh?
Greenlee: Where have you been and what have you been up to?
Leo: Uh, places, stuff. You know.
Greenlee: Come on, come clean. Where have you been?
Leo: Well, Greenlee, brides aren't the only ones who have stuff to take care of, you know. I was working on the wedding. What else?
Mia: Sometimes I wonder what my little boy's home is like. Not his adoptive home, but this fantasy home that I have for him. It's like -- I don't know. It's just wild and noisy and the parents are tripping over the toys all the time and, you know, at night the five kids turn the bed into a trampoline, and breakfast, like, completely destroys the kitchen, and then the kids have to arm-wrestle to decide who's going to clean it up.
Jake: They should all help.
Mia: Yeah, you tell them that. And you -- you should come to our family picnics.
Jake: Well, would I need to learn how to duck?
Mia: Oh, yeah, because every single one of them turns into an all-out food fight and William is covered with cake frosting all over his face.
Jake: Oh, Mia, that is one crazy family you have.
Mia: Yeah, we're complete and utter pigs.
Jake: So it's you, it's your son, William, half a dozen other kids, and who else?
Mia: I don't know. It's just a fantasy.
Jake: You know what they say -- "be careful what you wish for." Have a cupcake? Oh!
[Jake smears some of the frosting on Miaís face]
Jake: I'm sorry! Oh, I didn't mean to do that. Mia: That's nice.
Jake: Oh, by the way -- ok, what are you doing? Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Truce. Truce. Truce. Truce? Huh? Really? Ok. Mmm. That's good.
Tad: Your mom and Edmund are in the kitchen. And I want you to know that Iím not going to yell at you for using your Aunt Phoebe's credit card. I trust you're old enough to know how wrong that was. I just want to say Iím sorry. Because I understand how you feel. But the fact is that your mom and I aren't getting back together, we're not going to be living together. She's marrying Edmund. You want some good news? Dixie's coming home. Pretty soon it's just going to be like the good old days around here, except for one very special addition. We're having a baby. Yeah. That's some surprise, isn't it? I didn't know I was going to be a dad again. Look at it this way -- I mean, pretty soon you won't be part of one big, happy family, you'll be part of two -- or three if you count Edmund. Christmas will be hell. James, is that what's bothering you? Your mom's wedding? Jamie, look, if that or anything else is bothering you, you got to tell us. Please, you know, just write it down, send up a smoke signal, anything. We can't read your mind and we're all worried about you. I hate this. I got to go, son. I got to catch a plane. I'm going to bring Dixie home. So this is going to be continued, ok, just as soon as I get back. But until I do, I want you to know one thing -- we all love you very much -- me and your mom and Edmund.
[Jamie doesnít say anything and runs upstairs]
Tad: Well, I take it you were eavesdropping?
Brooke: Yes. Yes, we were, all right? Certainly enough to hear that it was a rather one-sided conversation.
Tad: Yeah. Of all the times for me to have to leave. I did tell him about Dixie and the baby.
Brooke: Tad, when you come back, maybe Jamie will realize that, you know, we're all happy.
Tad: Maybe. Just do me a favor -- just try to play down the wedding until I do get back?
Brooke: We'll be careful.
Tad: Thank you. I'll be back in Pine Valley just as soon as I can load Dixie on a plane.
Edmund: "We'll be careful."
Brooke: I did not want to start a fight with him as he was going out the door to catch a plane, ok?
Edmund: What the hell.
Brooke: Come here, ok? Come here. When Tad and Dixie come back, they're going to be blissed-out, you and I are madly in love, and with all this staring Jamie in the face, he's going to realize that -- that everything is good.
Edmund: We'll see.
Brooke: Oh, what could he have forgotten?
Edmund: I don't know, the key to his diplomacy?
Brooke: Ha, ha.
[Brooke opens the door to find a devastated Opal]
Greenlee: You were arranging something for my wedding?
Leo: Our wedding.
Greenlee: Yeah, you know that's what I meant.
Greenlee: Let's get back to where you were, what you were doing. What?
Leo: What, you --
Greenlee: What, was it something that we talked about, agreed on?
Leo: You don't trust me?
Greenlee: Of course I do, but weddings are incredibly complex. You know, in the end, all the pieces have to fit into a seamless hole.
Leo: You think that Iím going to screw everything up, don't you?
Greenlee: I just don't think that men understand that every detail is vital. I mean, what if the groomsmen's boutonnieres clash with my bouquet?
Leo: Oh, I don't know, Greenlee, the earth would sink into a black hole?
Greenlee: Hey, tease all you want. It would be very difficult to live down.
Leo: Ok, I swear to you Iím not going to embarrass you, ok? But speaking of nuptial faux pas, aren't my eyes supposed to shrivel up into little raisins if I see what you're wearing before the actual ceremony?
Greenlee: I'm not wearing this.
Leo: You're not?
Leo: Good, let's take it off. What?
Greenlee: In the interest of office decorum, will you wait outside while I change, please?
Leo: If I must.
[Greenlee notices something on the floor and picks it up - it's a visitor's pass to Oak Haven]
Greenlee: Leo, how could you do this to me?
Leo: You're still dressed.
Greenlee: Just had a wake-up call.
Leo: What, you have to stay here at the office a little bit longer, what?
Greenlee: One last chance, Leo -- what errand did you run this afternoon?
Leo: Oh, come on, Greenlee, don't you want any surprises on the actual wedding day?
Greenlee: Not if the surprise is your psycho mom drawing a bead on me from the front pew. You weren't doing a damn thing for me, Leo. You were visiting Vanessa. What's it going to take for you to stay away from her, my funeral?
Mia: I had a great time tonight. Thank you so much for letting me go on and on about my son.
Jake: That was my favorite part of the evening.
Jake: No, Iím serious. Really was. Of course, the kiss was a close second. I know that -- that you really love your son and Iím sorry that he can't be with you.
Mia's voice: Trey, I can't touch that money. It's not mine, it's Lizaís.
Trey: Liza gave you power of attorney. You can spend it however you want.
Mia: It's for Colby, for her future.
Trey: At least she's got one. What about your own son? If he doesn't get that money, he doesn't have a fighting chance.
Mia: I did the right thing.
Jake: I'll see you tomorrow.
Mia: Ok. Good night, slave driver.
Jake: Good night.
Mia: Oh, hi. I thought you were asleep.
Liza: I was waiting for Jake to leave.
Mia: Oh, Iím sorry. What is it?
Liza: Adam read me some of the company's reports tonight and it's worse than I thought. He's been protecting me, Mia. I didn't really know the full effect of what Iíd done siphoning off the money. I've hurt a lot of people.
Mia: Well, don't beat yourself up about it. I mean --
Liza: There isn't a department or an employee that isn't feeling the effect of my actions.
Mia: I know it seems bad, but, you know what, tomorrow it's going to feel better.
Liza: No. I've made up my mind. In the morning, Iím going to put the money back.
Mia: No, you can't do that.
Edmund: Jamie. Jamie, your mom had to go out for a while. Listen, don't -- please don't worry about that. Nobody's going to punish you. We understand -- Jamie?
[Jamie grabs the roses and smashes them to the ground]
[Tad is in his seat on the airplane Ė talking, to himself, about names for the baby]
Tad: Ima, Ulla, Uma. Erica? Town's not big enough. Drucilla, Prucilla, Otilla. Otilla? That's a Japanese creature feature.
[A young woman sits down next to Tad on the plane]
Tad: Excuse me, Miss, can I ask you a question? I've been through this book of baby names from A to Z. It's a total waste of time. You know any baby names? Oh, just a second. Excuse me. Flight attendant on this one, if I can get her attention for a second.
[Tad looks up and is startled to see Brooke looking at him]
Tad: Brooke. What's -- is something wrong? What is it?
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Greenlee: You have to make a choice, your bride-to-be or the bride of Satan.
Mia: Adam's coming.
Liza: Why are you having a panic attack?
Jake: What's wrong?
Edmund: You'd better brace yourself.
Tad: All the times I told Dixie that I would be there to protect her, I've never shown up. I have to be there for her now.