AMC Transcript Thursday 8/01/02


All My Children Transcript Thursday 8/1/02

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>> Previously on "All My Children" --

David: Time to go.

Greenlee: Where?

Leo: The honeymoon.

Greenlee: But you canít leave town -- the D.A. --

Leo: Ah, it's a minor inconvenience. Isnít that right, David?

Opal: I will not let you hire that she-devil as my son's nanny.

Trey: Tell me the con so I can go track the money myself.

Vanessa: Oh, this is not about money. It's about the art.

Kendall: Experience? I've been a mall rat since I was old enough to say, "Charge it." The food court's, like, my second home. Business degree? What, you need an M.B.A. to manage a shopping mall? Look, if you'll just give me a -- fine, it's your loss. Look, we told your dad we were going to be out at the park.

Petey: The Park stinks. Jerks on swings. How preschool is that?

Kendall: So it's "How I spent my summer vacation -- hanging out in a bar"?

Petey: How much is my dad paying you to police me?

Kendall: Not enough, believe me. Excuse me, can we get him another chocolate milk shake and top off my ginger ale, please?

Waiter: Sure.

Erica: Aidan, I hope you donít mind, you know, that we made that detour to the police station.

Aidan: No, not at all. Is there anything new on the arson investigation?

Erica: No, nothing whatsoever. I mean, the police have absolutely no idea who burned down my house. Oh, my God. It looks like Kendall kidnapped my best friend's little boy.

Leo: Yeah, we're going to be outside baggage claim number three. Five minutes. All right, thank you.

Greenlee: Thank you for our honeymoon. It was perfect.

Leo: You donít have to say thank you, baby. It was the same way for me. Come on.

Greenlee: It was like I never saw New York before. You know that carriage ride through Central Park?

Leo: Oh, you didnít think that was too corny?

Greenlee: No, because I was with you. Everything we did -- the theater, walking -- I just kept thinking, "This is the first time we've done this as husband and wife."

Leo: Yeah, we definitely have to thank David and Anna for that.

Greenlee: I wish it had been a one-way ticket.

Leo: You're not glad to be home sweet home?

Greenlee: Hmm. Your mother's still here, isnít she?

Leo: Hey, hey, Greenlee. Wait, come here. Let's try not to think about that, okay? Let's try to put all that behind us.

Anna: Oh, hi, hi.

Leo: Anna. Oh. Well, something tells me this isnít the welcome-home committee.

Anna: You look great! You look so great. Did you have a wonderful honeymoon?

Greenlee: We're still on it.

Anna: Yeah, I know. Look, I hate doing this, but I have to take you down to the D.A.'s office.

[Monitor beeps]

Trey: Vanessa. I heard you made an appearance at Leo and Greenlee's big, fat wedding fiasco. Now two men are dead and here you are doing a scene from "Coma." Well, I for one am sick of the act, so why donít you take five and tell me where you stashed that 10 million? You want to do a scene? How about we try your death scene, hmm? Almost pulled it off last time, but we were interrupted. But this is a closed set. No one's going to yell, "Cut." No one is going to hear you scream. Tell me where the cash is or it's good night forever.

Leo: Okay, well, you're going to cuff me, or what?

Anna: No, no, of course, not if you come quietly.

Leo: No, no, Anna. My wife and I owe you for the honeymoon uninterruptus.

Anna: Well, that was all David's doing, you know --

Leo: Well, you went along. It's a risky career move, so I'll do whatever you need.

Anna: This is such a horrible homecoming. I am so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Greenlee: No, it's okay, it's okay. You gave us a hell of a time-out. Be good.

Leo: Can we give you a ride home, Anna?

Anna: Oh, sure --

Greenlee: No. No, no, no. It's okay. I'm going to take a cab.

Leo: Are you sure?

Greenlee: Yes, I've got zillions of things to do.

Leo: Okay. Well, whatever happens, we'll always have Coney Island.

Greenlee: Here's looking at you, kid. See you back at home.

Leo: All right.

Greenlee: Bye, Anna.

Leo: Get the bags out of baggage claim.

Greenlee: Uh-huh. Take care of my husband. Oh! Leo.

Anna: She took that well.

Leo: Yeah, that's what's got me spooked.

Erica: Excuse me; I'll be right back.

Erica: Petey, sweetheart, hi. Are you all right?

Kendall: This isnít a hostage crisis.

Erica: Oh, really? Then what are you doing with my best friend's son?

Kendall: I'm baby-sitting.

Erica: Well, Opal wouldnít trust you to watch a dead goldfish.

Kendall: Well, Palmer hired me. I'm Petey's new nanny.

Erica: Petey, is this true?

Kendall: I have a way with the kids.

Erica: Yeah, the original hand that rocked the cradle.

Kendall: Well, Palmer trusts me.

Erica: I donít know exactly how you tricked Palmer, but once he finds out that your idea of a play date is to take his boy to a bar -- I donít think so.

Kendall: I rock the cradle and you rob it.

Erica: And you will be out of the job before happy hour.

Petey: Aunt Erica, please donít be mad at Kendall. She didnít do anything bad.

Erica: Well, now, Petey, you know that you donít belong in a bar.

Petey: It's not Kendall's fault. We were at the park and I felt barfy from twisting the swing and spinning. Kendall said ginger ale would make me feel better.

Kendall: Hmm. How's your tummy now?

Petey: A lot better. You were right, Kendall. Please donít get her in trouble with my dad. She's the coolest nanny ever!

Kendall: What can I say? The little kidlets love me.

Erica: Yeah. Well, I'll just leave this up to Palmer.

Kendall: Well, knock yourself out.

Erica: I wonít have to.

Kendall: Nice save, shrimp.

Petey: Pay up.

Kendall: Get myself a gig where I actually make some money.

Aidan: That Petey's a cute little bugger.

Erica: Yeah, he's a cute little bugger. But I'm afraid he's a vicious little snot, just like his nanny.

Trey: How much is your life worth, Vanessa? Point me towards the cash and you can breathe easy. But either way, you're going to pay.

Doctor: What do you think you're doing?

Trey: Uh -- Dr. Spencer, I was just attempting to make my client a little more comfortable.

Dr. Spencer: Your client?

Trey: I'm Trey Kenyon.

Dr. Spencer: No one's supposed to be in here.

Trey: I have clearance. I'm Mrs. Cortlandt's attorney. You can check with the guard.

Dr. Spencer: You're wasting your time.

Trey: I beg your pardon?

Dr. Spencer: You can talk all you want, but Mrs. Cortlandt wonít answer. She doesnít know you're here or where she is or what day it is.

Trey: Well, what's being done for her?

Dr. Spencer: We've run the usual tests, exhausted every protocol, with no success.

Trey: There are drugs. There's treatments that can bring her back.

Dr. Spencer: Mr. --

Trey: Kenyon.

Dr. Spencer: Kenyon, we can trace brain waves, record electromagnetic impulses, but somewhere along the neuro pathway, Mrs. Cortlandt got lost. Any chance of her resurfacing is highly unlikely.

Trey: This is a world-class medical facility. Surely you're not just going to give up.

Dr. Spencer: For every success there's a defeat. Despite our knowledge and expertise, the human mind remains, for the most part, a mystery.

Trey: So that's it? You're just going to farm her out to the vegetable patch?

Dr. Spencer: Please, Mr. Kenyon. We're taking her down for another pet scan to determine any change in neural activity. We always remain hopeful. But honestly, beyond breathing, I donít expect Mrs. Cortlandt to show any signs of life ever again. Okay.

Trey: Damn!

Maggie: What the hell are you doing?

Simone: Greenlee, I didnít know when you were exactly going to --

Greenlee: What are you doing in my house?

Kendall: You just topped off two extra-thick chocolate milk shakes plus my ginger ale. You want to go for a third?

Petey: Oh, I think I'm going to hurl!

[Kendall laughs]

Erica: Well, looks like nanny Kendall's home remedy was a bust.

Kendall: Arenít you afraid to leave your boy toy unsupervised?

Erica: My boy toy? Aidan was your boy toy, wasnít he? Isnít that why Ryan left you? And I know what you're up to, Kendall.

Kendall: You know, for someone who canít stand the sight of me, you're sure in my face a lot.

Erica: And you're not in this for the small change. You're angling for a big cash payoff.

Kendall: I'm trying to cover my rent.

Erica: Well, donít count on Palmer helping you cover anything because Palmer wonít pony up. Palmer has been hustled before.

Kendall: Hmm, I appreciate your motherly concern.

Erica: No, Kendall, you donít appreciate anything. And donít think for one minute that you are fooling anyone with this nanny charade.

Kendall: Look, I know you have this psychotic need to see me in the worst possible light, but here are the facts -- Palmer did me a favor and I'm returning it.

Erica: Proof that no good dead goes unpunished.

Kendall: Helping out with Palmer's son is an act of friendship.

Erica: You are not Palmer's friend. Palmer, on the other hand, has always been one of my truest and dearest friends, so I'll just talk to him.

Kendall: So go ahead; call him. Tell him just how nasty I can be. Here, want to use my cell phone?

Erica: Well, now, why should I phone it in when I can do it face to face?

Greenlee: How did you get in?

Simone: You gave me a key.

Greenlee: Give it back. To be safe, I'm having the locks changed.

Simone: Greenlee, I didnít mean to intrude, okay? I knew that you and Leo were on your honeymoon. I got the mail and I watered your plants the way you had asked.

Greenlee: Simone, what raving loon would think I'd want you in my home pawing my things?

Simone: Look, I know I'm not your favorite person --

Greenlee: Try dead last on my list.

Simone: I let you down.

Greenlee: Mm-hmm.

Simone: I know that. And I know that there's nothing that I can do to undo the damage that I have done, okay, but our friendship has meant the world to me, and if there's anything that I can do and if there's any way that you could possibly forgive me --

Greenlee: No way. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Simone: I -- I donít blame you for hating me.

Greenlee: You're as dead to me as my father.

Simone: I'm sorry I let myself in. I'll go up to my place.

Greenlee: Enjoy it while you can. Oh, in case you've forgotten, I own that space, too. You have 24 hours to clear the hell out.

Maggie: Trey, what's going on? Are you having some kind of meltdown or something?

Trey: Maggie, I didnít mean to scare you. I'm sorry.

Maggie: Well, you did. What's going on? Where's my aunt?

Trey: They took her downstairs for some tests. The doctor said that her catatonic state may be permanent.

Maggie: So you trashed her room? Why do you care if my aunt is losing it?

Trey: Because she's my client.

Maggie: Ah -- so no more billable hours.

Trey: That has nothing to do with it. I feel partly responsible for the state that Vanessaís in.

Maggie: Why? The old hag brought it on herself, Trey.

Trey: Yeah, but even Vanessa doesnít deserve this.

Maggie: Trey, my aunt is crazy, okay? She's a homicidal, psycho nut. You're just her lawyer.

Trey: And it was my job to defend her. If I had been a better lawyer, if I had been more tuned in, I could have stopped this tragedy before she was kidnapped at gunpoint.

Maggie: I donít have to listen to this. She has no sympathy from me.

Trey: But the shooting at the wedding pushed her over the edge. The shock, the sheer terror of being forced to witness her own son's execution.

Maggie: Isnít 1/10 of what she deserves! She doesnít care about anyone else. She's cold as ice! Come on, she killed my sister, and not once -- not even once did she even apologize. What? What are you staring at?

Trey: I'm sorry, Maggie, I forgot. You know, you really are amazing. I forgot what a hell your life has been. I'm sorry.

Jack: Yeah, thanks for getting back to me on that. I appreciate it.

Anna: Here's Leo for questioning, per your order.

Jack: Thank you, Anna.

Anna: Yes. I prefer "Chief."

Jack: Thank you, Chief. I'll take it from here.

Anna: I'd like to sit in.

Jack: Actually, I need you on the Kane arson. Your team did another set of interviews of Ericaís neighbors -- I guess just in case they missed something the first time.

Anna: I'm sure they were very thorough.

Jack: I'd like you to take a look at those reports, see if anything new jumps out at you, maybe something that might actually lead to an arrest.

Anna: Make sure he doesnít bully you.

Jack: Have a seat, Leo.

Jack: Looking for something?

Leo: Uh -- hidden cameras, double mirrors, goons with bright lights and rubber hoses.

[Leo laughs]

Jack: Well, you're in luck -- I gave the goons the day off. Besides, I thought we'd try to keep this a little friendly.

Leo: Ah, the old kid-glove treatment, eh, Jack?

Jack: Well, since you were so cooperative at the airport and didnít make a scene and didnít have to be dragged back to Pine Valley, I feel I made the right choice in letting you go on your honeymoon.

Leo: Oh, you were "letting" me go on my honeymoon? That's not how I remember it, Jackson.

Jack: Well, actually, you're right -- it was Anna that let you go, which is exactly what I figured she'd do the minute I'd turn my back, and she certainly did not disappoint. But we were ready.

Leo: Uh -- you followed us to New York?

Jack: From take off to landing. Do you remember the skycap at Kennedy Airport? Willis? Really nice guy? Said you were a big tipper, by the way. He was our man. And there's one other thing I want to ask you -- that carriage ride through the park -- I've always wanted to do that.

Leo: You mean you had your guys stalking us? Following us around on our honeymoon? Are you kidding me?

Jack: I was protecting my resources. You are --

Leo: Oh, for crying out loud, Jackson! What the hell -- what else did you do? What, did you plant cameras in our hotel room? Did you videotape us on our wedding night?

Palmer: Uh -- Kendall, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be looking after my son.

Kendall: Well, Petey got a stomachache when we were playing on the swings, so I thought some ginger ale would settle his tummy.

Erica: Yes, chased down by two or three chocolate milk shakes.

Petey: Dad, what are you doing here?

Palmer: Well, I was asking Kendall the same thing.

Petey: Kendall's great, Dad. She made my stomachache go away.

Palmer: Really? You're feeling better?

Petey: Totally --

Palmer: Oh --

Petey: Thanks to Nanny Kendall.

Erica: Excuse us. Palmer, have you lost your mind?

Palmer: Not that I know of.

Erica: Why would you ever leave Petey in Kendall's care?

Palmer: Well, he seems to have taken to her.

Erica: Palmer, do you honestly think that Kendall is capable of caring for anybody, especially Petey? I mean, the only thing Kendall cares about is getting her hands on your money.

Palmer: Well, tell me something I donít know.

Erica: Palmer, she's a live hand grenade. She could go off at any moment.

Palmer: Well, she could, but she wonít. No, she doesnít want to alienate me.

Erica: No, she doesnít. She wants your money.

Palmer: Oh --

Erica: And she will lie and she will cheat and she will steal. She'll do anything to get your money.

Palmer: Well, she's a scrapper and I kind of like that.

Erica: Oh, come on, Palmer. You know she's not a scrapper. She's a train wreck.

Palmer: And my son is a foul-mouthed little monster who will chew people up and spit them out for breakfast. Well, I say that with a modicum amount of parental pride. However, however, we do have a problem here.

Erica: Well, Kendall is not the answer.

Palmer: Well, you see, my son needs a nanny, Kendall needs a job, so it's a -- what you call a win-win situation.

Erica: Oh, no, it isnít. Palmer, you're making a huge mistake.

Palmer: Erica, I can handle Kendall.

Erica: I'm sure that you can, but I'm also sure that she must be driving poor Opal crazy.

Palmer: Well, that's a fringe benefit.

Aidan: So, it's Mary Poppins American style.

Kendall: Let's see -- what do they say where you're from? Oh, right -- bugger off.

Aidan: Hey, you better watch your mouth around the small fry.

Kendall: Oh, please. The kid swears like a truck driver.

Aidan: Well, you better mind you donít give him any wrong ideas. Your famous striptease? It's not proper family fare, is it?

Kendall: Were you born this judgmental or did you have to work at it?

Aidan: Hmm. Judging you, Kendall, is like child's play.

Kendall: Hmm. Well, then you better run and hide because I find men who trash me totally irresistible.

Palmer: Kendall?

Kendall: I'm fired.

Palmer: I beg your pardon?

Kendall: Erica -- she got to you. I'm fired. I donít have a job anymore.

Palmer: Nonsense. No, actually, you and Peter have a date for the beach tomorrow.

Kendall: Oh. Okay, cool.

Palmer: And now, I've got to take him home to his mother.

Petey: Already? Aw, Dad!

Palmer: Now, now, Peter.

Petey: Okay, okay. See you tomorrow, Kendall.

Kendall: Bye.

Palmer: Go on.

Maggie: Trey? Trey, I -- I donít get you.

Trey: I wasnít trying to put the moves on you, Maggie.

Maggie: No, no, that I -- that I get. It's that -- that other thing you do?

Trey: What?

Maggie: Crawling inside my head, caring what I feel, what I think. What's that about?

Trey: You've had it rough.

Maggie: Well, people have had it rougher.

Trey: But they crumble. You tough it out and you keep going on.

Maggie: Like life gives you choices?

Trey: We make our own choices, Maggie, just like we make our own luck.

Maggie: Oh, luck is not something I know much about. That's no reason to feel sorry for me, now, is it?

Trey: No. No, I guess I'm really feeling sorry for myself.

Maggie: What for?

Trey: Lost chances. Missed opportunities. One minute, you're grabbing for that brass ring and the next, you've got a handful of air.

Maggie: Trey, you're taking this too hard. You donít want to fall off the deep end like my -- like my crazy aunt, now, do you?

Trey: Yeah, yeah. I guess I did go a little crazy. I'm sorry you were in on it. I donít want you to think I'm some kind of flake.

Maggie: See? There you go again. You care what I think about. I --

Trey: I care because I respect you, Maggie. You donít waste time second-guessing yourself and that takes a rare kind of courage.

Maggie: Well, you know what they say -- lonely are the brave.

Trey: I donít like to think of you as lonely, Maggie.

Maggie: Why, because you are?

Trey: I -- I should straighten this place up before they book me a room here. Ahem.

Simone: You're kicking me out?

Greenlee: Color yourself evicted but not because you drowned my asparagus fern.

Simone: Look, Greenlee, I can stay out of your way.

Greenlee: Do you remember when we sat here, pigging out on ice cream, sharing our sorry love lives?

Simone: Yes, I remember.

Greenlee: Yes, we bonded over mocha fudge ripple. Then you put me and Leo back together.

Simone: That was the one thing that I've done that I'm not sorry for.

Greenlee: You stormed into my office and told me that Leo backed out of that Proteus tell-all.

Simone: Because he loved you.

Greenlee: And because you had my father lined up in his slot.

Simone: No.

Greenlee: You had your sugar daddy and your book deal, all in a row.

Simone: No. Greenlee, that's not how it was.

Greenlee: Roger was greedy and spineless, easy prey for a barracuda like you.

Simone: Greenlee, doing the book was Rogerís idea.

Greenlee: No, you let him think it was his, the way you let him think that you wanted him.

Simone: No. Roger used me.

Greenlee: No, donít -- donít lie to me, Simone.

Simone: You donít know how it was, all right? If you'd just give me a chance to explain --

Greenlee: What, and tell me more lies?

Simone: I tried to end it with Roger.

Greenlee: I'll bet.

Simone: Greenlee, he wouldnít let it go. He was desperate for the money that the book would bring in.

Greenlee: You're the one who's desperate, filling my head with lies about my father.

Simone: I -- I'm so sorry. I donít want to hurt you, but you have to know the truth!

Greenlee: So, when the book comes out, you going to dedicate it to "Dear, dead daddy"? Hmm?

Simone: There is no book.

Greenlee: Hmm. No book, no daddy, no apartment. You lost big, Simone.

Simone: Believe what you want.

Greenlee: No, I know what I know. I came off the top of that eight-layer wedding cake and landed smack dab in the middle of reality, and the reality is you're a lying, using, ungrateful traitor. I'm just glad I get to kick you out. Trey stays but you have to go. You have 24 hours or I call the cops.

Trey: How did the PET scan go?

Orderly: You'll have to ask the doc. He's answering a page.

Maggie: I remember when it was me in a wheelchair, Vanessa's hostage. She left me to freeze to death.

Trey: Donít think about that. Come on, let's go.

Orderly: Stay put, Mrs. C. I need help hoisting you back in bed, okay?

Jack: Leo, just relax. My men in New York had explicit orders not to bother you whatsoever on your --

Leo: So what? The point is that you followed us on our honeymoon.

Jack: Yeah, you bet I did, because I wanted to make sure you didnít bolt on --

Leo: Yeah, which I didnít.

Jack: Which is why you were left alone.

Leo: Okay, so -- so, what -- what the hell do you want from me here? What -- would you like me to thank you? Is that it?

Jack: I like you, Leo.

Leo: Oh --

Jack: No, listen to me. I do. I happen to think you're one of the good guys. And if you want to thank me, here's what you do -- you give me your full and total cooperation in this investigation.

Leo: Okay, you are unbelievable, you know that? I've been doing nothing but jumping through hoops trying to help you with this investigation. I went looking for my mother's drug money so that you could use it as evidence against her to put her away, for God's sakes.

Jack: Yeah, money which is still missing.

Leo: No, I want nothing more than to hammer Vanessa! How many times do I got to tell you that? You want your damn money, I want my life back, the one that she stole from me, the one that she's still taking even though she's comatose and under guard 24 hours a day.

Jack: Leo, your mother's in no shape to be able to reach out and hurt anybody.

Leo: Oh, come on, Jack. You're smarter than that. Greenlee's father is a heap of dust thanks to Vanessa. Greenlee and I just got married, and she's still coming between us. And here I am in the D.A.'s office spinning my wheels again. Look, I'm telling you the truth. Now, I want nothing more than to get this woman out of my life. You know, sometimes I just, I -- I wish that whatever I'm praying for would come true. Sometimes I just -- I just wish that she was dead. How's that for a loving son?

[Monitor beeps]

[Monitor races]

[Monitor slows]

[Monitor races]

[Monitor beeps erratically]

[Monitor races]

Waiter: Here you are.

Kendall: Thanks.

Erica: I hope Palmer knows what he's doing.

Aidan: My Aunt Tess was a good woman. She took me in and brought me up as if I was one of her own. But a lass like Kendall? I for one learned firsthand that --

Erica: Aidan, what? What were you going to say?

Aidan: Oh, nothing. Just that a conventional bloke like me has got no use for the likes of Kendall Hart.

Simone: Hey.

Bartender: Hey, what can I get you?

Simone: Tequila, silver, double shot, please. Thank you.

Frank: Anyone tell you that too much sodium's bad for your health?

Trey: Doctor, this is Maggie Stone, Vanessa's niece.

Maggie: Hi. How did her pet scan go?

Dr. Spencer: I'm afraid there was no change in your aunt's brain activity.

Trey: So you still donít know what's causing it?

Dr. Spencer: We drew more blood to run another tox screening, but so far, they havenít shown us anything.

Trey: And -- and that's it?

Dr. Spencer: As I said before, the chance that Mrs. Cortlandt will revive is extremely remote.

Nurse: Doctor, we have a code blue!

Dr. Spencer: What happened?

[Monitor flat-lines]

Nurse: She seized. Now there's no pulse, no respiration. Pupils are fixed and dilated.

Dr. Spencer: She's in full arrest. Get me 10 of epi, stat!

Nurse: You'll have to wait outside.

Trey: Donít let her die!

Maggie: Go on.

Trey: You have to save her! You have to!

Maggie: We have to wait outside.

Nurse: Coming through. Look out, please.

Man: Chase Whitney, "Pine Valley Bulletin."

Greenlee: I told you on the phone, no interviews. My wedding is old news.

Chase: On the society page, not the business section.

Greenlee: Um -- hello? I didnít invite you in here.

Chase: I've just finished a feature on how your dream wedding turned into a P.R. disaster for your company.

Greenlee: Excuse me? My father died. No one gives a damn about P.R.

Chase: Your competitors do.

Greenlee: They know I'm in mourning.

Chase: They're trashing your rep. You want to hear a few quotes? "Touted as the social event of the season, Greenlee Smythe's five-star wedding ended with a bang -- literally. Bullets replaced bouquets as guests ducked for cover in a hail of gunfire. At press time, we were unable to verify a tie-in ad campaign touting her latest cosmetics line, 'Death becomes you.'"

Greenlee: Sour grapes. I refuse to respond to that.

Chase: Sure you donít want to reconsider?

Greenlee: Do you want a response? I'll give you a beauty.

Leo: Look, Jackson, for the zillionth time, if I knew where Vanessa's money was, I would take you right to it, but I donít. I'm just as clueless as you are about this whole thing.

Anna: Jackson?

Jack: We're busy here, Chief.

Anna: No, no, you'll want to see this. Please?

Jack: Would you be so kind as to take Leo over?

Anna: Yes. Come on. Come on, honey.

Leo: Go where? What's --

Anna: No, just -- just come with me, please.

Leo: What's going on?

Anna: Please. Leo, come with me.

Kendall: References?

Kendall: Not in this lifetime.

Simone: Look, Doc, I just lost my apartment, my best friend just dumped me, and the last thing I need is this intern thinking he knows what's best for me, okay?

Frank: Oh. Yeah, I can -- I can see that. I saw that when I pumped your stomach. I looked and I said, "This is a woman who really knows her way around an executive decision." No, really, I -- as a matter of fact, I'm so impressed with your smarts that I'm considering making you my personal guru. Come on. Donít be stingy. Light up my life. You give me 30 minutes and I promise that I will have you back here in enough time to continue wasting yourself. Come on. Help me feel like a real doc here.

Simone: Oh. I canít believe I'm going to let you do this.

Erica: Oh, Greenlee, hi. Welcome back from your honeymoon. I am so sorry to hear about your father.

Greenlee: Do you ever, ever, ever stop?

Leo: Come on, Anna. This is just another one of Vanessa's crazy stunts.

Anna: No, I donít think so.

Leo: I'm telling you, I've seen it before. It's just Rosie playing her big death scene.

Anna: Well, I donít know, but David said that she wasnít faking this whole disassociation thing, so the odds are that she's not faking this.

Leo: Well, you know what? Either way -- if she's faking it or if she's not, I still donít want to be here.

Trey: Leo, I'm -- I'm really sorry.

[Monitor flat-lines]

Nurse: You want to call it, Doctor?

Dr. Spencer: Time of death -- 12:35 P.M. I'll inform the family.

Dr. Spencer: I'm sorry.

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Kendall: Hire me, Greenlee. We could be her worst nightmare.

Leo: David, go in there. Do something!

David: Leo, listen to me. It's over.

Brooke: I went to Nevada to track down Maria.

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