AMC Transcript Tuesday 6/18/02

 

All My Children Transcript Tuesday 6/18/02

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Proofread by Gisele

>> Previously on "All My Children" --

Ryan: Kendall and I are getting married.

Chris: Look, son, you're not thinking straight. You can't marry a woman who's about to go to jail.

Greenlee: Kendall got busted and I got a job on Revlon’s dream team. That'll teach Erica to try and outfox me.

Simone: Aren't you jet-lagged?

Greenlee: Oh, I'm too psyched. Oh, I hated leaving Paris, but, you know, Leo didn't want me to tarnish my golden-girl image here.

Simone: Yeah.

Greenlee: He's always thinking about what's best for me.

Simone: Well, he's right, and this Bridal Fair is going to be a total win.

Greenlee: It's my chance to totally outclass Erica. She's going to wish she never messed with me.

Mary: Hello. Oh, look at you. You're all aglow. You look like you're ready to walk down the aisle.

Greenlee: The next best thing. I am going to whup Erica at what she does best.

Mary: Good. You might rethink the tiara, though. And where's your prince, anyway? And your father? He's so eager to be involved in your affair.

Greenlee: Oh, forget the men. It's just us girls today.

Simone: Yes.

Marian: Oh, isn't this marvelous?

Mia: Yeah. It looks like a wedding cake exploded.

Marian: Well, it's a bridal fair. Everything a bride-to-be could want is a bouquet's throw away.

Mia: Why are we here? Who's getting married?

Opal: Hey, there, honey bunch. You're keeping your fans waiting. There are hordes of brides-to-be down there just champing at the bit to see you.

Erica: I'll be there in a minute.

Opal: My bride-and-groom special -- the spa special -- it's selling like free champagne. I think it's that pedicure -- you know, the rosy, cozy, toesy thing I do with the rose petals? I can't believe how much activity there is down there. It's just wall-to-wall weddings. I don't know if it's a fantasy or a nightmare.

Erica: A nightmare.

Opal: A nightmare? What, this coming from the gal who never met a wedding she didn't like? Hey, you haven't been intercepting any more of Chris' letters, now, have you?

Erica: No, no, no, no. That was a complete misunderstanding, Opal.

Opal: Yeah.

Erica: That's been totally straightened out. No, it's -- it's Kendall.

Opal: What? What, she's not playing with matches again?

Erica: Yeah, in a way she is. Only this time I'm afraid that it's Ryan who might get burnt. She's engaged to Ryan.

Opal: What?

Erica: Yeah.

Opal: What is the matter with him? Has he lost his marbles? I mean, she is on her way to prison.

Erica: Well, what if she isn't?

Opal: If?

Erica: What if -- what if she's innocent, Opal?

Kendall: He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me --

Bianca: What are you doing, Kendall?

Kendall: What does it look like?

Maggie: Shoplifting?

Kendall: I'm shopping for my wedding.

Bianca: Yeah, right.

Kendall: Ryan proposed.

Bianca: You nearly burned him to a crisp. Now he wants to marry you?

Kendall: I wouldn't expect you to understand.

Bianca: Let me ask you something, Kendall -- are you going to promise to love, honor, and cherish till prison do you part?

Greenlee: Ok, ok. The gown I'm modeling?

Simone: Ah, check.

Greenlee: The spare?

Simone: Oh, right here, honey.

Greenlee: Ok. Then we're set.

Mary: Lovely.

Greenlee: Come on.

Anna: Uh, we need to talk.

Greenlee: Hundreds of women are waiting for me.

Anna: They can wait. I need some answers now.

Mary: And you would be?

Anna: Oh, Anna Devane. Hello.

Greenlee: My future sister-in-law.

Simone: The Chief of Police.

Mary: Oh, how refreshing to meet one of Leo's relatives that's on the proper side of the law.

[Phone rings]

Simone: I'll get that.

Anna: You'll have to excuse us, please.

Mary: Would you --

Anna: Thank you. Did you think I wouldn't find out?

Greenlee: Leo's coming back.

Anna: He's not supposed to leave the state, let alone the country.

Greenlee: He wants to help you, Anna.

Anna: Oh. What, he did this for me?

Greenlee: Well, his father might know where Vanessa's drug money is hidden.

Anna: Well, why didn't he come to me, then?

Greenlee: Because you know Leo. He wanted to do it his way.

Anna: And where has that gotten him? I mean, has he learned anything?

Greenlee: He's kind of spending quality time with this Count who might be his dad.

Anna: Or Vanessa's accomplice. Leo is facing very serious charges. What makes you think he's going to come back at all?

Greenlee: Me. Our wedding.

Anna: Oh. Well, I guess. I -- I just hope he does.

Greenlee: You work too hard. It shows.

Anna: Thank you. I love you, too. I just pulled an all-nighter.

Greenlee: Well, stop being supercop and go home to David.

Anna: No.

Greenlee: Pick up some lingerie, model it for him. Get some Scooty.

Anna: "Scooty"? Fabulous language. I need to get some sleep, ok? I'll call you.

Greenlee: Will you give Leo a break?

Anna: I have given Leo a break! You better hope that he comes back soon, or else the D.A. is going to be all over you.

Greenlee: Me? Why?

Anna: Aiding and abetting an escape. You know, felonies -- they don't look good for the career. Know what I mean?

Mary: It's really nice to have met you, too. What was that all about?

Greenlee: A sister-in-law thing. Welcoming me to the family.

Mary: Dear God.

Greenlee: Who was on the phone, Simone?

Simone: Oak Haven.

Greenlee: Why? What did they want?

Simone: Vanessa's going to be going to Pine Valley today for a checkup.

Mary: Why would they call you?

Greenlee: You know, they let me know when they're moving Vanessa so I can stay away from her.

Mary: Oh, that's really considerate.

Greenlee: So we're all ready to go, then?

Simone: Yes. Let's do it.

Greenlee: Good.

Mary: Oh, you know what? I completely forgot -- I have an appointment for a fitting.

Greenlee: Well, don't be too long. I want you to see me in my gown.

Mary: I won't. I wouldn't miss you for the world. You'll be a stunning bride. Or not.

Mia: What are we doing here? Colby's a few decades away.

Marian: We're here for me, darling.

Mia: But you're married.

Marian: Well, I want to do it all over again. After all our family's been through -- you know, Liza's tumor and little Enzo and -- I've had my own personal problems. I just want to renew our vows to show Stuart how much I care about him.

Mia: Oh, that's so romantic.

Marian: I know, and I'm very excited about it. Come on, let's go see what we can find.

Mia: Ok.

Myrtle: Darling, I set aside a few things for your trousseau.

Brooke: Oh -- oh, Myrtle. Oh, thank you. Oh, you're so sweet, really.

Myrtle: Oh, you're welcome.

Brooke: Oh. I haven't had much time to think about anything as nice and pleasant as my wedding.

Myrtle: Yeah. It's hard to do with you and Tad looking for that mystery donor.

Brooke: The wonderful thing is the donor is a perfect match for Enzo, but she disappeared.

Myrtle: What are you going to do now?

Brooke: Keep looking. You know, I told Hayley and Mateo that we would not stop until we were face to face with Maureen Gorman. So there you go.

Maddie: Look at my picture

Brooke: Hey, look at that.

Myrtle: Something --

Brooke: Oh, something fell. What is this?

Myrtle: What is it?

Brooke: It's Maria.

Myrtle: Maria?

Opal: Honey, how could you possibly think that Kendall could be innocent?

Erica: A jury might.

Opal: No, a jury won't. Not a snowball's chance in hell.

Erica: All her lawyer has to do is establish reasonable doubt, and that is done all the time.

Opal: Reasonable doubt? She was at the scene. She said it was her fault. They found her lighter. Where is the doubt?

Erica: When I saw her leaving the house, the house was full of smoke. Now, her lawyer could claim that she -- she would have been long gone if she was the one who set the fire.

Opal: Well, I don't know. There are some firebugs who like to hang around and watch.

Erica: She says that she saved my life. She says that she saved me. She says that she tried to save Bianca. I don't know what to believe.

Opal: So you're hoping that Kendall the Kindlier had an attack of conscience and went back in and --

Erica: It's possible, and it's possible that she's not the one who set the fire.

Opal: Erica, you know what your problem is?

Erica: What?

Opal: You want Kendall to be better than she is. I don't blame you. No matter what she does, though, you can't walk away. And she knows that and she's playing you.

Erica: Ryan found something to love in her, and what if he can change her?

Opal: And what if she's playing him just the same way she's playing you? Honey, come on. That girl is seven shades of guilty.

Erica: You think?

Opal: I know. Now, let's forget about the little match girl and get downstairs, taste some goodies. I hear they're having a bridal bouquet-throwing seminar. I think you need to give them a few tips, don't you?

Kendall: I've got a lot of tables to cover, so if you don't mind --

Bianca: Kendall, how could you do this to Ryan? I mean, you're going to go to prison. Your trial starts soon.

Kendall: And when I do, I'll be Mrs. Ryan Lavery.

Bianca: You'll still be you. Kendall Hart -- liar, arsonist, convict.

Kendall: Ryan believes in me.

Bianca: So, what, you're going to drag him down with you? You're very selfish.

Kendall: You're jealous.

Bianca: Jealous?

Kendall: Yeah, you're jealous because, for once, I'm doing the normal thing. I'm doing the one thing that you will never do, the one thing that Erica has always wanted for you -- I'm getting married to a man.

Bianca: Kendall, there is nothing normal about being a jailhouse bride.

Kendall: I'm not going to jail, Bianca. Disappointed? Did you hope I'd hook you up with some action?

Bianca: You're hateful.

Kendall: You prefer dirty blondes, right?

Maggie: You know what? Why don't you just back off. Let's get out of here. She's not even worth it.

Bianca: I got to warn Mom that she's here.

Kendall: Oh, that's right, just run to Mommy. I don't care if you believe me. Ryan believes in me. He believes in me. He knows I didn't set that fire. He believes in me and he loves me, and he's not going to let me go to jail for something that I didn't do. I took a lie detector test. Doesn't that prove something?

Erica: Kendall, you took a lie detector test?

Kendall: Forget it.

Erica: No, answer me.

Kendall: No. Why don't you just leave me alone. All of you, just leave me alone. Ugh.

Bianca: Mom, do you know that she's engaged?

Erica: Yes.

Bianca: How could Ryan do that?

Erica: Oh, he thinks he's in love.

Bianca: Can we have him deprogrammed?

Erica: You know what? Enough about Kendall. I am so happy to see you and surprised to see you here. You, too, Maggie.

Bianca: Surprised? You didn't leave me a message to come meet you here?

Erica: No.

Bianca: Really? Oh. Somebody did. I assumed it was about the prom dresses.

Maggie: Oh, well, since it's not, can we get out of here? Because this is a drag. No offense, Ms. Kane.

Erica: It's ok.

Bianca: Not yet. I got to figure out who sent me this message.

Myrtle: Doesn't this look lovely? Listen, darling, I am going to check my table.

Brooke: Ok. This is such a beautiful picture that you have, Maddie, of your mommy on her wedding day.

Maddie: You're going to be my new mommy. Maybe you can use her dress.

Brooke: Oh, you are so sweet. You know, but this was your mommy's gown for her special day. I could never wear that, and I would never want to take her place.

Maddie: You don't want to?

Brooke: Oh, I love you, and I love Sam, and what I'd like to do is have a special day that celebrates our new life together. Would you like to help me?

Maddie: Sure.

Brooke: Yeah? Well, you know what we have to do? We have to pick a dress and flowers and a cake, so you have to tell me what your favorite flowers are.

Maddie: Big ones.

Brooke: Big ones? Come on. We're going to talk to Myrtle. She loves weddings.

Myrtle: Hey.

Brooke: This young lady would like to talk to you about some weddings.

Myrtle: Oh, come and look at all the pretty things here.

Brooke: I'll see you later, ok?

Myrtle: Ok.

Brooke: Oh. Shopping for round 10?

Erica: Enchantment is one of the sponsors of the fair. White wedding gowns are a bit jeune fille for the mature bride, don't you think?

Brooke: Well, you're the expert.

Myrtle: Erica! Darling.

Erica: Think pastel suit, Brooke. Hi, Myrtle.

Myrtle: Oh, how are you?

Erica: Great. How are you?

Myrtle: Listen, you have not taken me up on that home-cooked dinner I offered you.

Erica: Oh, Myrtle, you're so sweet, but really, the fire just has made a mess of my life.

Myrtle: Yeah, I know. And if it hadn't been for me, that house of yours could still be standing.

Erica: Why? Why do you say that?

Myrtle: Well, if I had known about it, I would have stopped Kendall.

Erica: Stopped her?

Myrtle: Stopped her from leaving my place.

Erica: You saw Kendall that night?

Myrtle: Of course I did.

Erica: Well, Myrtle, you've got to tell me exactly where and when you saw her. This is very important, Myrtle.

Myrtle: Well, I '

Anna: Dear Lord.

Maggie: Is it good?

Anna: It's too sweet. Kind of like this room.

Maggie: So tell me -- are you sorry that you didn't do the whole cake and the big gown and the church thing, you know, when you married David?

Anna: Oh, yeah. It's breaking my heart. No, I'd still be in the same position I'm in now. All this taffeta and tulle is making me itch. I'll see you later.

Maggie: Ok, bye.

Opal: So, there. It's kind of a refresher, you know, in the middle of a long day -- a little pick-me-up --

Bianca: Opal? Hi.

Opal: Hi, sweetie pie.

Bianca: You didn't happen to leave me a message to come meet you here or something, did you?

Opal: Well, I mean, as much as I love to see you, no, I can't say that I did. Here, you want a spritz? It's rose water -- very good for the complexion. You like it?

Bianca: Smells great.

Opal: Yeah.

Bianca: It's just great. Wow. So if it wasn't you and it wasn't Mom, then who called me?

Greenlee: Me.

Bianca: Greenlee. Why?

Greenlee: Would you excuse us?

Opal: I'd be glad to.

Bianca: So, what's the big mystery?

Greenlee: I have great news. Really, it's a good thing.

Bianca: Why do I get the feeling that I should be very afraid right now?

Greenlee: I want you to be one of my bridesmaids.

Bianca: Get out. You don't even like me.

Greenlee: But Leo does. He loves you. I'm doing this for him.

Bianca: Well, hold on. So you called me here to ask me to be in the wedding party? I don't think so.

Greenlee: Please, Bianca. You're like his kid sister. It would mean a lot to him.

Bianca: Can't I just send a present?

Greenlee: You're worried about the dress, right? Bridesmaid gowns are hideous. It's tradition, but not at my wedding.

Greenlee: Isn't it delicious? I chose a color that would go with every complexion, even yours.

Maggie: What's up with the gown?

Greenlee: Bianca's going to be one of my bridesmaids.

Bianca: No, no, I never said that I would do that.

Maggie: Yummy dress.

Greenlee: Glad you like it. Here's yours. Welcome to the wedding party.

Maggie: Me? No. No way. Not ever.

Greenlee: And disappoint your cousins?

Maggie: David and Leo?

Greenlee: You're family. They want you to share in the day, too. Besides, you're one of the few sane relatives Leo has.

Maggie: What next? The willow tree?

Greenlee: You read some inspirational thing when Leo married Laura. This time he's really in love. How can you refuse him? Come on, we don't have to be best buddies. We just have to get through one day. What do you say?

Bianca: For Leo.

Maggie: Oh, I know I'm going to be sorry.

Greenlee: Good. Now hook up with Simone about the shower. We're registered at Lacey's. We'll handle the details -- makeup, shoes -- you know, all those things -- later. Don't forget there's a rehearsal and a rehearsal dinner, ok? Oh, and one more thing -- no hand holding, no dancing, no kissing. Leave that to the bride and groom.

Bianca: Greenlee --

Greenlee: Got to run. Ciao!

Bianca: Ciao. Oh.

Maggie: Ugh.

Anna: Oh, hi. What are you doing in my room?

Liza: I'm waiting for David. This is still his room, too, isn't it?

Anna: Yeah. What do you want with him?

Liza: Don't you know?

Anna: Know what?

Liza: Don't tell me your husband is keeping secrets from you.

Mary: Oh, my goodness. I'm so sorry.

Guard: Please step back, ma'am. This woman's a prisoner.

Mary: Oh.

Vanessa: Only of love. Everything I've done in my life has been for la amour. I don't understand why nobody understands that.

Mary: Poor thing. Does she have to be confined like -- like this?

Guard: Mrs. Cortlandt's a regular Houdini.

Mary: Cortlandt? You're Vanessa Cortlandt?

Vanessa: Oh, that's one of my finest roles.

Mary: I wonder if I could just have a word with Ms. Cortlandt.

Guard: You're kidding, right? That's completely against regulations.

Mary: No, no, no, no, just -- just a very tiny word. It's not going to cause any harm, now, will it? Please?

Guard: Well, all right. I'll be watching.

Mary: Thank you.

Vanessa: My goodness, how sweet, how sweet. Well, thank you. You know, these days I do depend on the kindness of strangers even more.

Mary: Well, actually, I'm not really a stranger. We've had a phone conversation. I'm Mary Smythe. My daughter, Greenlee, is about to marry your son Leo.

Vanessa: Greenlee? Oh, no -- you're not one of those stage mothers come to, you know, beg for a part your daughter just simply doesn't deserve?

Mary: Oh, quite the contrary. In fact, I don't want Greenlee to rush into anything she's not ready for.

Vanessa: Oh. Well, let's sit. I'm sure we can find something to talk about.

Erica: Myrtle, what time did you see Kendall that evening?

Myrtle: About 7:30.

Erica: Are you sure?

Myrtle: I'm very sure. My next-door neighbor makes a wicked martini at 7:30 every evening on the dot, and I was racing to water the garden so I wouldn't be late. And that's when I saw Kendall leave.

Erica: Did she see you?

Myrtle: I don't think so. No, I called to her, but she was lickety-split gone, gone, gone. What's this about?

Erica: Maybe nothing.

Myrtle: Well -- oh, I got customers.

Erica: Ok. Well, you go take care of them. Thank you. Bye.

Myrtle: Bye.

Erica: Did she have time to set that fire?

Greenlee: Greenlee Smythe, Vice President. That's spelled V-P.

Erica: Yeah, I'm so happy for you, Greenlee.

Greenlee: My new line has a blush that would do wonders for that paleness. I could even get you a discount.

Erica: No, what you can get is out of my way.

Greenlee: Why, Erica? What's the hurry?

Erica: There's no need to wear all your company's cosmetics all at the same time, Greenlee.

Greenlee: You're losing your touch.

Erica: Excuse me?

Greenlee: I violated my noncompete. You never sicced your attorneys on me.

Erica: Because it's a nonissue.

Greenlee: Why? Because you did everything you could to sabotage my career?

Erica: No, because you can't compete and you never could.

Greenlee: Is that why you tried so hard to keep me?

Erica: You filled a need. You're replaceable.

Greenlee: Admit it, Erica. I won.

Erica: Oh, really? Well, don't think that your defection won't hurt your reputation.

Greenlee: I was wooed. They love me -- my ideas, my enthusiasm, my talent.

Erica: Yeah, they hired you because of your inside information about Enchantment.

Greenlee: Of course it's all about you.

Erica: All about me. Don't be a fool, Greenlee.

Greenlee: Oh, I'm not. I learned everything from you, especially the part about not trusting people, particularly the ones who make the most noise about helping you.

Erica: Yeah, well, Revlon's making an awful lot of noise about helping you, but they're not helping you. They're using you.

Greenlee: You used me, Erica. You lied to me. You used me. Luckily, I'm a quick study. I learned all your tricks and I came up with a few of my own. I'm going to knock you down so hard, I'll knock the white off your teeth.

Mary: Well, you're certainly not what I expected.

Vanessa: Well, Greenlee has quite an imagination, I suppose. You know, what, you want to check for the horns? The hooves? The broomstick?

Mary: Well, Greenlee is all about drama, you know, which is probably why she's attracted to your son.

Vanessa: Oh. Oh, so you're not keen on this engagement, either?

Mary: Well, I had hoped that she would make different choices, but she's in love.

Vanessa: Oh, so Leo must be in love, too.

Mary: So you understand. You know, they're completely immersed in plans.

Vanessa: Oh, for the big day.

Mary: Yes, and if I have to sample another canapé --

Vanessa: I happen to have definite plans for Leo, too. And marrying right now before he's even established --

Mary: Exactly. So what's the rush?

Vanessa: Yes. It's not as though anyone gives a hoot about where the woman spent the night the night before.

Mary: Right, right. And if there were a way that we could convince them that it's too soon --

Vanessa: Well, I can be very, very persuasive, you know, with the right props. Would you be interested in a fabulous supporting role?

Mary: What did you have in mind?

Vanessa: Well, if you help free me from these ties that bind, I can make certain the wedding never takes place.

Bianca: I love Leo, but this is Greenlee's ultimate revenge -- getting us to be her clones for an entire day.

Maggie: We're stuck, aren't we?

Bianca: Right down to the dyed-to-match shoes.

Maggie: I just can't believe that David and Leo actually want to include me. I mean, what if I mess up?

Bianca: Oh, well, then they're going to rag on you for the rest of your life. Honestly, being a bridesmaid is not that bad. It's just not my gig. Though, maybe it could be.

Maggie: Why do you look so strange?

Bianca: Well, if I'm going to have to do this whole bridesmaid thing, I'm going to do it my way.

Maggie: Hmm.

Marian: Have you ever seen more delicate lace?

Mia: No, never. Uh-uh.

Colby: Have you ever been married, Aunt Mia?

Mia: Nope.

Colby: Have you ever had any babies?

Mia: Someday, I hope to have lots and lots of kids who ask me lots of questions just like you.

Colby: But babies need daddies, too.

Mia: Yeah. I better look for one, huh?

Colby: Just marry someone exactly like my daddy.

Anna: If you just want to leave a message for him, I'll make sure he gets it.

Liza: You know what? I guess I can really understand why it is that he didn't say anything to you because his tactics were reprehensible.

Anna: Does this have something to do with his contract with Chandler Enterprises?

Liza: So you do know.

Anna: Well, I just know that the two of you have some kind of business venture.

Liza: He tricked me into signing the agreement.

Anna: You don't like the deal you made with my husband?

Liza: He took advantage. He confused -- I was confused because of the brain tumor. I mean, what kind of doctor uses someone's illness for his personal gain?

Anna: Do not tell me this. He knew you were ill before?

Liza: He's demanding that I honor the contract. Your husband has no scruples.

Anna: Well, you know, that's rich, Mrs. Chandler, coming from you. Your husband -- he hardly has a resume to be proud of.

Liza: Well, you know, Adam's made mistakes.

Anna: Yeah, they are legendary. From what I hear, he doesn't allow anyone to stand in his way, including his wife.

Liza: You know, my husband has done quite a lot, but nothing compares to what David --

Anna: Are you all right? What is it? Oh, my goodness.

Colby: How many babies is lots and lots? Do you want boys or girls?

Marian: Colby, why don't you go have a taste of that wedding cake and we'll watch you from here, huh? Go on, help her down. And be careful, darling. I'm sorry if she made you uncomfortable.

Mia: Oh, no. Well, it's no big deal. She's just curious.

Marian: No, but she upset you, and I hope bringing you here didn't stir up bad memories.

Mia: What? The wedding stuff? No. No, not at all. I didn't want to get married, you know? I wasn't ready. I know, even though I was having a baby.

Marian: Well, not everybody goes the traditional route, you know. Especially these days.

Mia: Yeah. I did what I thought was right.

Marian: Well, of course you did. I'm sure if you and the father didn't feel you were capable of raising a child -- I'm sorry, of course you are capable of raising a child. You're wonderful with Colby. I just meant --

Mia: It's all right, Marian. I'm at peace with the adoption. I am.

Marian: Must have been hard for you and the father to give up the baby.

Mia: Well, actually, I didn't exactly -- I didn't exactly get around to telling the father.

Marian: Oh. I'm sure you had your reasons.

Mia: He was an all-right guy. It's just -- it's like when Adam and Colby are together, like when he's reading a book to her and he's involved in it just as much as she is, or the way that he looks at her when she's sleeping at night. My son -- he just wouldn't have that -- he wouldn't have had that kind of love. Liza is incredibly lucky to have a father like Adam for Colby.

Marian: Well, luck has nothing to do with it. I mean, it hasn't all been sweetness and kisses, you know.

Mia: Don't get me wrong. I'm not jealous. I mean, how could I be?

Anna: What is it? What is it? Are you all right?

Liza: Yeah. It's just a migraine.

Anna: Is it anything more serious?

Liza: No. It's just a headache. Where is he? You know, I don't want to wait any longer. I don't want to.

Anna: Do you want to sit down, maybe? You want something to drink?

Liza: No, you know what I want? I want David to stay out of my life!

Mary: And how exactly would you make certain the wedding never happens?

Vanessa: Well, we simply write out one of the leads.

Mary: Now, you've threatened my daughter before. You must promise me that you won't cause her any harm.

Vanessa: Yes, and what a paltry failure that whole thing was, right?

Mary: Excuse me?

Vanessa: Well, I mean, drowning didn't work. Knives, not even a teeny little nick --

Mary: You've actually tried to kill my daughter?

Vanessa: Oh! Oh, relax. Come on, Mary. You and I are far too much alike, except one of us will go even farther, will take that extra step to do what's best for her child.

Mary: Not when it comes to harming my daughter.

Vanessa: Well, stop worrying. You'll get exactly what you want. I'll stop the bloody wedding, but I don't want to bore you with details, dear.

Mary: You stay away from Greenlee. I'm warning you.

Vanessa: Well, ta-ta, Mary. I'll see you in the church.

Kendall: Bold move, Greenlee. I'm used to you kissing Erica's butt, not kicking it. You go!

Erica: Oh, stop it, Kendall. Don't make another scene. You'll only embarrass yourself.

Kendall: At least I don't have a gun this time, Erica.

Greenlee: Shouldn't you be working on a chain gang or something?

Kendall: I'm getting ideas for my wedding.

Greenlee: What sorry sucker did you con into proposing?

Kendall: Ryan. He loves me.

Greenlee: Ryan? No way. He's way too smart.

Kendall: Wow, that's beautiful.

Greenlee: It's for the bride of the moment -- me -- not the bride from hell.

Simone: Greenlee, we have five minutes.

Greenlee: I have a fashion show to prep for you. Stick around, Erica. Maybe you'll learn something, and you -- stay out of my way.

Erica: Kendall, don't think that marrying Ryan is going to solve anything.

Kendall: Why won't you try to understand? Why can't you just listen to my side?

Erica: Because you lie and because you hurt people.

Kendall: Oh, and you're perfect? You went off on Chris because you thought he was cheating on you, and the chick's been dead for almost a year.

Erica: That is none of your business.

Kendall: You were wrong about Chris, weren't you? So why won't you even consider the possibility that you're wrong about me?

Erica: How did you know the details of our fight? Were you eavesdropping? Did you follow us?

Kendall: It doesn't matter how I know.

Erica: Of course it matters. You want me to trust you, and yet there you are -- you're skulking around, you're listening in on my private conversations.

Kendall: Why do you always twist everything around? All I want is for you to give me the benefit of the doubt. You did that for Chris. Why can't you even give me that much?

Erica: Because Chris has given me every reason in the world to trust him. You have given me every single reason in the world not to believe a word that comes out of your mouth. If you'll excuse me --

Kendall: I'm going to get married to Ryan and be happy, despite you.

Erica: Do you hear yourself? Isn't that just like you. You are going to be happy to spite me?

Kendall: You'd rather I be miserable.

Erica: No. Talk about twisting words. I don't want you to be miserable. You -- you've brought this misery on yourself, Kendall, and everybody who comes in contact with you. I feel sorry for Ryan.

Kendall: I'm going to make him happy.

Erica: From behind bars?

Kendall: Ryan is marrying me because he knows that I'm innocent.

Erica: Just don't invite me to the wedding.

Kendall: Why would I? You threw me away a long time ago.

Erica: No, excuse me, I gave you life. You have thrown your life away, Kendall. Not me.

Greenlee: Can you believe Erica? Kendall? You can take the chippie out of the trailer park --

Simone: Well, don't let them bring you down, all right? We're doing great, and you're going to wow the crowd when you hit the runway in this dress. Meow.

Greenlee: Right. After today, Erica will realize what she lost. Thank you.

Simone: For what?

Greenlee: For being a good friend.

Simone: You better get going. Go. Get out of here. You need me to help?

Greenlee: I'll holler if I need it.

Simone: Ok.

Mary: Did I miss my daughter's star turn?

Simone: Oh, no. Greenlee's getting dressed right now. You know, she was getting worried about you.

Mary: Well, traffic was just awful. You know, there are a lot of crazies out there. Can I help?

Simone: Actually, there's not much left to do.

Mary: I used to have a bracelet just like this.

Simone: Really?

Mary: Yeah. Was it a gift?

Simone: This? No, no. Actually, I bought it somewhere.

Mary: Mine was a gift from my ex-husband. Roger had this guilty habit of buying me a trinket every time he bought himself a trinket. So needless to say, I had a lot of trinkets. You know, I got smart, finally, and got rid of the trinkets and the man.

Simone: You might want to go find a seat for the fashion show. It's crowded out there.

Mary: Oh, thank you. That's very sweet.

Simone: Would you excuse me? I need to check on something.

Mary: Sure. Don't let me stop you.

Myrtle: Why isn't your groom here today?

Brooke: Oh, because he suddenly thought of all the things he needs to do that are so urgent, like planning a tree house for the children, counting all the tack in Wildwind stable, and writing that novel that he started five years ago.

Myrtle: He loves shopping, doesn't he?

Brooke: So much.

Opal: Well, what do you think? After that last scene with Kendall, who could ever believe that she was innocent of anything?

Erica: You're right, Opal. Kendall is not innocent.

Kendall: Oh my God, it's perfect! Mmm, it's a dream.

>> On the next "All My Children" --

Liza: You think I've made a mistake?

Adam: Oh, yes.

David: You are afraid, Anna-- of losing me.

[Dress rips]

Kendall: Did I do that?

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