All My Children Transcript Thursday 11/28/02
Provided by Suzanne
Proofread by Kathy
>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Kendall: Sorry, Erica, looks like you'll be the one doing time.
Trey: Happy Thanksgiving.
Maria: Edmund wasn't home. The housekeeper said he went to go visit Brooke English.
Hayley: I got an offer to syndicate my show. I have to move to LA.
Mary's voice: I was just talking to your grandfather about Thanksgiving, and we were hoping we could make it a family --
Isabella: Ave Maria purisima. I left them in the car.
Mateo: Mom, they're right here. You know it wouldn't be the same without your world-famous tamales.
Isabella: This is a very special Thanksgiving.
Mateo: Yes. Maria's back.
Isabella: Just because all I do now is talk about Maria, it doesn't mean that I take you for granted. I thank God for you every day. The three of you.
Edmund: Well, hello. Happy Thanksgiving.
Isabella: Thank you, thank you.
Mateo: Hey, happy Thanksgiving.
Maddie: Come with us, Abuela.
Sam: Come and see what we painted.
Isabella: What did you paint? I wonder what it could be.
Maddie: Handprint turkeys like every year.
Isabella: Oh, let me see. Show me.
Edmund: Those Santos tamales?
Mateo: Have you beefed up security?
Edmund: I wouldn't trust a green beret with those. I'll take them myself.
Mateo: Here you go.
Hayley: Wow, you're in a good mood. What was that for?
Edmund: I'm just happy to see you guys here. Thanksgiving -- the more family, the better.
Mateo: I didn't put him up to that.
Mateo: Listen, I don't have to live here to be close to my family.
Hayley: You know, the producers are throwing an awful lot of money our way. We can afford to fly your family to California anytime we want, first class. Your mom --
Mateo: Well, she would think we were wasting money on her.
Hayley: I'm just saying, if you want us all to be together --
Mateo: Let's just have a nice Thanksgiving, okay?
Kendall: I mean, really, is Erica for real? After everything she's done to me, she actually thought I would sell you out just to get Ryan’s address.
Trey: So, why didn't you?
Kendall: Because I'm way ahead of her. I mean, she didn't just want to put you away for arson. She wanted to get rid of me for good.
Trey: Yeah, well, still, you did stand up for me.
Kendall: Well, remember, we do share the devil's DNA.
Kendall: Mmm, yummy. Ah, yes, this is definitely my best Thanksgiving in long time.
Trey: Mine, too.
Kendall: Oh, I didn't mean because you're my brother. I mean because thanks to me, Erica is behind bars. This is for Erica.
Erica: Chris, I am not going to spend Thanksgiving behind bars. You have to do something.
Chris: What? You were caught red-handed.
Erica: Trey burned down my house. He's not behind bars. Kendall stole a letter from you last night. She is not behind bars.
Chris: Erica, you bribed the bellboy. Technically, you broke in to Kendall's room.
Erica: Kendall is my daughter. I don't have to break in to her room.
Jack: Wow. Did I hear that correctly? You're actually claiming Kendall as your daughter? You must be desperate.
Erica: Oh, Jack. Thank heavens. Thank heavens you're here. You will bring sanity to this entire situation. Oh. Go ahead, Jack, open up this jail cell.
Jack: Yeah, well, I'm sorry, Erica, but I can't do that.
Trey: So, how can you be sure that Erica’s still in jail?
Kendall: Well, I called and asked if I could see my dear friend Ms. Kane, and they gave me the visiting hours. I love it.
Trey: You know, you're enjoying this entirely too much.
Kendall: Well, hello. I did time because of her. Payback is sweet.
Trey: Well, still, you know that Jack Montgomery’s going to spring her any minute anyway.
Kendall: Yeah, it's all the more reason to enjoy it now.
[Knock on door]
Trey: There you are. What took you so long?
Anna: We had a slight casualty.
Maggie: This is my contribution -- mashed sweet potatoes.
Trey: And you made that yourself?
Maggie: Oh, God, no. Chef Marcel at the Valley Inn made them.
Trey: Okay, but what we need right now is a turkey. If it doesn't get in the oven immediately --
Aidan: Hello, hello, hello.
Kendall: Oh, what do you know. What do you know. The turkey's here.
Trey: And it's cooked.
Aidan: Well, what did you expect?
Trey: Oh, let me guess -- Chef Marcel?
Aidan: No, no, no. This is my own recipe, and I made it today.
Anna: We were up at 4:00 A.M. on the turkey hotline. Did you know there was a turkey hotline?
Trey: Okay, so now we're set, right?
Anna: We are. It's going to be great.
Anna: It's a great idea.
Trey: Well, it was your idea.
Anna: I know. I'm brilliant. So, does anyone know where David is?
David: Greenlee, come on, honey. I know you're in there, so open up. I can do this all day, you know.
Greenlee: Why can't people just leave me alone?
David: There's a rumor going around that you left for aspen.
Greenlee: Did Trey put you up to this?
David: No. It wasn't Trey. It was Leo.
Maria: Hi. Happy Thanksgiving.
Edmund: Happy Thanksgiving. I told you not to bring anything.
Maria: Yeah, well, these kind of called out to me in a very sad sort of way, so -- I don't know if they're my favorites or anything.
Edmund: I don't think so.
Edmund: No. But you love flowers. Listen, I was trying to call you and find out how it went with Dr. McMillan.
Maria: Oh, no, let's not even talk about doctors now. Who all is here?
Edmund: Well, listen, I know that you called and Stella told you that I was at Brooke's.
Maria: Yeah. You know what? That's really none of my business. It doesn't matter.
Edmund: No, it is your business. I want you to know why I went to see Brooke.
Edmund: Just after you left for Dr. McMillan’s, that reporter from the hospital -- he showed up here --
Maria: Oh, you're kidding me.
Edmund: He wanted more dirt on Brooke and Adam, yeah. So after I kicked him out, I figured Brooke's was his next stop.
Maria: Well, I mean, like I told you before, I admire the fact that you care about Brooke, and if you felt like you had to go over there and protect her, then --
Edmund: I just wanted to make sure that she was all right.
Maria: And was she?
Edmund: Yeah, she was.
Maria: Good, then.
Maddie: Happy Thanksgiving.
Maria: Happy Thanksgiving to you. Thank you.
Maddie: Do you remember if you like turkey?
Maria: Hmm. I think I remember that I do like turkey, as a matter of fact. How about you?
Isabella: I'm really glad you could be here.
Maria: Thanks. Me, too.
Isabella: Oh. This is going to be a nice dinner. And don't worry, we won't talk about anything that you don't want to talk about -- Maureen.
Maria: I was wondering if you could do me a favor.
Maria: Could you call me Maria?
Anna: Okay --
Kendall: Oh, sorry.
Anna: Oh, no!
Kendall: Nice mess.
Anna: Oh! Good. Wait, now salt and pepper.
Maggie: I need the bottle opener.
Kendall: Oh, hot, hot, hot.
Anna: Oh, my God. Okay, let me get you something.
Kendall: Yeah, please. Thank you.
Anna: Do you have wine? You have wine, right?
Trey: Yeah. There you go.
Anna: Okay, thank you. Maggie want to switch?
Anna: Is that going in now? Great. Right here.
Kendall: What --
Trey: Now what?
Anna: I don't know. Everything's ready.
Kendall: Cool. Okay. Well --
Maggie: Wait, wait, wait. Where's David?
Trey: I told him when to be here.
Anna: Yeah, that's not going to make any difference to him.
Maggie: Well, he better show up. He's not ruining this Thanksgiving.
Aidan: So, anyway, I -- I wrote a list.
Kendall: A list?
Aidan: Yeah, of all the things, you know, that we should be grateful for.
Kendall: You wrote it down on a piece of paper?
Aidan: Isn't that what you do? Oh, come on. This is my first Thanksgiving.
Kendall: Well, I --
Aidan: Look, there's a lot I've got to be grateful for, you know. There's finding Anna after all these years and surviving Afghanistan --
Kendall: Well what, did you think we'd sit in a circle and read our lists out loud and cry?
Aidan: Okay, all right. So it's my mistake.
Kendall: No, no, Aidan, I think it's very sweet. I do. I think it's sweet. And now that you've finished this list, you can start on one for Santa. Listen, everybody --
Aidan: Go on. Go on, make a fool of me all day and I might just take you off my list.
Kendall: What, are you saying I'm on your list?
Aidan: Yeah. I'm grateful for you being my friend.
Greenlee: Well, I'm telling you, I don't care about your dream.
David: But this dream was different, Greenlee.
Greenlee: How can you be so cruel? Don't you think I dream of Leo every night? Even when I'm not asleep, I'm dreaming of him. I think I hear his voice a hundred times a day.
David: Yes, but I did hear his voice, and Leo wants me to take care of you.
Greenlee: Please, David --
David: He wants us to take care of each other.
Greenlee: You don't need me. You have Anna and a baby on the way.
David: Yes, I have love in my life for the first time, but I can't be completely happy because Leo was taken from us. From you and me.
Greenlee: Now this makes a lot more sense. You want me to help you so you can be completely happy. Is that it?
David: If I said yes, would you fall for it?
Greenlee: That was just Leo’s smile on your face for a second.
David: Greenlee, I believe in my heart that Leo is with us and he wants us to be happy.
Greenlee: Those are just words. Leo's not here.
David: How can you say that when you just saw his smile?
Greenlee: Well, no matter what we say, Leo is dead. We can't change that.
David: Well, then it's up to us to keep him alive inside of us. We owe him that, Greenlee.
Greenlee: But, David, it's so hard.
David: Come with me. I want to take you someplace where it might be easier.
Erica: Oh, this is the highlight of your week, isn't it, Jack?
Jack: Well, the week's not over yet. Tell me something, what the hell were you thinking when you broke in to Kendall's room?
Erica: Excuse me? Trey Sheppard -- Trey Field, whoever he's calling himself now -- who burnt down my house, he's walking around scot-free while --
Jack: That's because we don't have anything to hold him on, Erica. Unfortunately, I have no proof that he burned down your house.
Erica: Wrong. Kendall has a signed confession.
Jack: A what? Well, I don't have it, and I'm not sure that it would be admissible in court.
Chris: Which you offered her money for.
Erica: Both of you? You are both going to stand here. You are just going to tell me everything that I've done wrong while the real criminal walks around free out there?
Jack: Erica, if you honestly think I can get a judge to get up from his Thanksgiving dinner to come down here and set your bail, you have another think coming.
Chris: I think that's the least you could do.
Jack: Do you?
Jack: Well, I tell you what, Agent Stamp. Go see the desk sergeant because he has a list of all the county court judges and their unlisted home addresses, and you tell him I said to give you a copy.
Chris: Well, I'm going to take you up on that, Jackson.
Jack: You go ahead.
Chris: And I'm going to find you a judge.
Erica: Thank you, Chris. Well, at least I know I can count on Chris.
Jack: Erica, listen to me. Worst-case scenario, you are out of here tomorrow morning and you celebrate Thanksgiving then. There's no law against celebrating Thanksgiving on a Friday. I'll see you.
Erica: See -- see me? Are you kidding? Where are you going?
Jack: I'm going to have Thanksgiving dinner with my daughter, Lily, at her school.
Erica: Lily? Hey, Jack, please don't leave me in jail.
Jack: I'll stop by on my way back, okay?
Erica: Jack, I swear, if you leave me here in jail all alone --
Erica: It's just a matter of time now. No compassionate judge would leave me locked up in here.
Guard: You still have your phone call.
Erica: Hey, don't cry. It's going to be all right. I'm Erica.
Woman: Erica Kane?
Erica: Yes, I'm afraid so. You are not a reporter, are you? You weren't sent here by Donald Steele? Believe me; it's not as bizarre as it sounds. In any case, I mean, this is all a mistake. I don't belong here. And in a couple of hours, I won't be here anymore. I will be back in my new apartment. I'll be home, and I'll be with all my loved ones, and I'll be having a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner. And then tomorrow heads will roll.
Erica: Millie? Millie, what's her story?
Millie: She was caught stealing a frozen turkey from a supermarket.
Erica: You arrest people for that on Thanksgiving?
Millie: Apparently it happens at this place all the time. The manager had enough. I guess this gal's just unlucky.
Erica: Well, you can let her out. I'll pay for everything.
Millie: Doesn't work that way. She can post bail in the morning, except --
Erica: Except what?
Millie: She won't use her phone call. She doesn't want her kids to know what she did.
Greenlee: This is your great idea? The boathouse. Where Leo and I were married. Why don't you just hold my head under the water?
David: Greenlee, come on. Look around. It's beautiful.
Greenlee: It's cold and damp and lifeless. Do you really expect to find Leo here?
David: All right, look, I'm not really good at this, okay? I'm just trying to --
Greenlee: Well, don't try. I just wish people would stop trying to convince me that I haven't really lost Leo. My grandfather sent me a copy of the psalms. You know, King David.
David: Yeah, I know. Psalms, right?
Greenlee: This beautiful little violet book. It didn't help me. I read them and read them, but Leo is still dead, and hoping for something else just hurts too much.
David: Would it have been better if you had never met him?
Greenlee: That's not what I said.
David: No. But you wouldn't be in this pain if you hadn’t. You wouldn't be feeling the emptiness you're feeling right now. You certainly wouldn't be sitting here upset. You probably would --
Greenlee: I'd probably be a spoiled, selfish brat who'd never been loved and who had no idea that loving someone else is what makes life worth living.
Hayley: I understand that. I'm just trying to have Thanksgiving dinner here, and my husband -- look, I got to go.
Edmund: Don't worry; I don't suspect a thing here.
Hayley: No --
Edmund: Don't -- don't even -- no, let it slide.
Hayley: I was just -- Edmund --
Hayley: I got this kind of a big deal. I got an offer to syndicate my show.
Edmund: Wow. Congratulations. Is there a problem?
Hayley: I don't know. You tell me. There's a deal breaker involved -- like we would have to move to L.A.
Edmund: What does Mateo say?
Hayley: I know that he doesn't want to move.
Edmund: Because he's the head of his family?
Hayley: And Maria's back --
Edmund: Right. Hmm. If you had to make a choice?
Hayley: You know I'm not going to do anything to make him miserable.
Edmund: So you'd pass up the opportunity of a lifetime for Mateo?
Hayley: There will be other opportunities.
Edmund: Yeah, maybe. Maybe not.
Isabella: Mi nene lindo. Come on. It's time for a nap.
Maria: He's very sleepy.
Maddie: Can I see where they put Enzo's new liver?
Isabella: Oh --
Maddie: Aunt Hayley said we could.
Isabella: Well, you're going to have to be very, very quiet, okay?
Maria: And you have to leave it right where you found it, okay? You having fun yet?
Mateo: Oh, God. I have so much on my mind. I clam up when I'm thinking about stuff. Dad used to do the same thing. I'm sorry, I --
Maria: No, no, no. That's okay.
Mateo: You know, I'm sure you must be tired of people telling you what you should be remembering and everything, but Dad brought us here so we could be close to you and our other sister, Julia. I mean, he moved us here from Texas. You didn't know that, huh?
Maria: No, I wish that I could -- I wish that I could remember him.
Mateo: You will. And I want to be here when you do.
Maria: Why? You going somewhere?
Mateo: Hayley got a job offer in L.A.
Maria: Oh, you're kidding. Oh, well, of course. So that's what's on your mind -- to go or to stay?
Mateo: Yeah, and it seems like either way, I've got a lot to lose.
Woman: You really are Erica Kane.
Erica: Yes, I really am. And who are you?
Woman: Rita Washburn. I've never been in jail before.
Erica: Oh, I have -- a couple of times.
Rita: Oh, that's right. You stabbed one of your husbands and you stole a baby.
Erica: Okay, okay. It's always lovely to meet a real fan.
Rita: They were right to arrest me. I lost my job last month, and I tried to steal a turkey.
Erica: Oh, you have kids, I'm guessing.
Rita: My sister lives across the hall. She'll look after them when I don't show up.
Erica: Well, why don't you give her a call?
Rita: And have my kids find out I'm in jail? I'd rather die.
Millie: This way, Ladies.
Erica: Bianca. Myrtle. Opal.
Myrtle: Honey. Here we are.
Erica: You came here to keep me company on Thanksgiving.
Millie: They'll be keeping you company, all right -- till they post bail in the morning.
Erica: What? You were arrested?
Opal: Meet the ladies of cellblock C.
Erica: But this is impossible. Why were you arrested?
Bianca: Jaywalking and civil disobedience.
Erica: Really? All three of you?
Opal: Well, they were about to let us off with just a warning.
Bianca: And then Myrtle sat down in the middle of the street and started reciting the Declaration of Independence.
Myrtle: And Opal sat right beside me and sang the --
Opal: "Battle Hymn of the Republic."
Myrtle: "Battle Hymn of the Republic."
Opal: That's right, and I did it beautifully.
Opal: Thank you.
Bianca: It was very good. But, you know, I couldn't just leave them there.
Erica: You three. All three of you, come here. Oh, thank you.
Opal: Oh, well, we had to, we had to. But now let's just quit it, quit it, or we're going to be crying till Christmas here.
Myrtle: Oh, boy.
Erica: This is my friend Rita. Rita, this is Opal and Myrtle and my daughter Bianca. These are the three kindest people in the whole wide world.
Rita: Hi, everybody. You have another daughter, don't you?
Erica: Oh, but this is the good one.
Bianca: Mom, is it true that you snuck in to Kendall's room to steal something?
Erica: Well, I'm not proud of it, but sometimes we find ourselves acting on impulse. I mean, we do the wrong thing for the right reasons.
Bianca: You think the judge is going to buy that?
Erica: Oh, yes. I'm sure he will.
Trey: So, Maggie, what do you think of family Thanksgiving?
Maggie: You know, not nauseating at all. Oh, here, let me. I heard on the radio that you're supposed to wash the dishes while they come in.
Trey: Well, I guess the families I lived with weren't listening to that station because it used to just be me doing stacks of dishes while everyone else watched football.
Trey: Hey, foster kid. Cheap labor, right?
Maggie: Oh, right. I forgot that you actually had a worse childhood than I did.
Trey: Well, you know how competitive I am. I will do anything to win.
[Knock on door]
Trey: That must be David.
Anna: Oh. Oh, yes.
Maggie: You're a terrible host, making her get the door herself.
Anna: Hi. Hi.
Mary: I brought pies from the bakery.
Anna: Oh, okay.
Mary: I hope it's okay.
Anna: Pies are good. Pies are great. We need pies. Come on, please. Everyone, Mary.
Trey: Mary, I am so glad that you could join us.
Mary: Oh, thank you. I wasn't sure. You know, I was trying to leave a message on Greenlee's machine, but the line went dead. Do you think that she's okay?
David: Leo changed your life, Greenlee. You'll never be that lonely, spoiled girl ever again, and that's a lot.
Greenlee: I know I'm lucky to have had Leo for as long as I did. That's what makes it harder to accept the fact that I'll never see him again.
David: And why do you think that you won't?
Greenlee: I don't need you to humor me, David. I'm not talking about seeing Leo’s smile on your face or in a pretty sunset. I mean, I'll never be with him again -- feel him, laugh with him.
David: That's what I was talking about. Why do you resist the possibility?
Greenlee: When my father died, I tried my best to convince myself that there wasn't a hell. How can I suddenly start believing in heaven again?
David: Well, you'd be going against thousands of years of human history. Virtually every civilization has believed that our soul carries on after death. They can't all be wrong, right?
Greenlee: Do you believe it?
David: I don't know many doctors who don't come to the conclusion after a while that we are much more than skin and bones.
Greenlee: Well, then -- then there's something else that keeps me awake. I know it's stupid, but I can't help it.
David: I'm sure it's not. Go ahead.
Greenlee: If Leo still exists, if he's in heaven -- whatever that is -- how can he really be happy without me?
David: Probably because he knows for certain that he will see you again.
Hayley: When you got your offer at "Tempo" --
Hayley: I'm sure you had lots of other offers, you know, to travel around the world --
Edmund: Yeah, I did, but I had already seen the world, you know, and I needed to be here, grounded in one place. You really want this gig, don't you?
Hayley: More than I thought. I would never tell Mateo that.
Edmund: So tell him.
Hayley: No. No, I would never tell him. I mean, I don't want him to be forced into the decision. I want him to know that this is what's best for our future.
Edmund: And you're sure it is?
Hayley: I know that it's definitely a way to a secure and happy future.
Edmund: Okay, so what's the problem? Don't you think Mateo knows that?
Hayley: I don't think that Mateo has ever envisioned life outside of this town.
Maria: So she really wants this, huh?
Mateo: Oh, a whole lot.
Maria: Well, so, she's got this dream and -- I don't understand. Isn't it a good thing that she's getting a chance to live it?
Mateo: Yeah. I mean, sure. It's just that -- I don't know. I think maybe I just realized that, you know, my only dream is her.
Maria: You have to tell her exactly that.
Mateo: No, because if I tell her that, then she won't take the job and she'll feel like I'm pressuring her, and I just don't want her to feel that.
Maria: So you want to protect her?
Maria: You and Hayley are so fortunate to have each other, and I really think that you'll just know what to do.
Mateo: How do you know?
Maria: Well, I'm just the new guy around here, but I think you'd have to be pretty blind not to see that you -- you guys are each other's biggest dream.
Mateo: Yeah. Thank you.
Maria: You're welcome.
Erica: Chris. Chris, what happened? Hi.
Chris: Ladies, well, I hate to admit this, but it was a no-go with the judges. Jackson was right.
Jack: Yeah, it must just kill you to admit that, huh?
Erica: Well, Jackson, what are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to have Thanksgiving dinner with Lily at her school.
Jack: No, no, not yet. I've still got some time, and I understood there were some very overcrowded situations here at this jail, so --
Myrtle: Oh, now, now, now, we're not going anywhere. We are guilty as charged.
Opal: That's right.
Bianca: That's right.
Jack: Okey-doke. Well, I understand the turkey they serve here is almost like real poultry.
Chris: Well, that's not going to be necessary because when I had heard what the soprano wannabes had tried to do, I called Chef Marcel.
Opal: Chef Marcel of the Valley Inn?
Myrtle: Oh, Darling, thank you.
Chris: The one and only. And I had him reroute everything over here. Here it is.
Erica: You're wonderful!
Opal: Oh, we're going to eat like queens.
Chris: Love that smell, huh?
Opal: Oh, boy.
Erica: Oh, you are so wonderful.
Millie: Mr. Montgomery had to okay it, you know. The knives, especially.
Jack: Yes, especially.
Erica: Oh, thank you, Jack.
Myrtle: Thank you, Jack.
Opal: Thank you.
Erica: So, you see, we're going to have a wonderful Thanksgiving after all.
Erica: A beautiful meal, the people I love most in the world -- everything.
Erica: Rita, what's your address?
Rita: My address?
Rita: 68 Davenport, Apartment B.
Erica: Millie --
Erica: Change of plans. I want you to call back the Valley Inn shuttle and have them reroute all of this Thanksgiving dinner to 68 Davenport, apartment B. Jack?
Erica: You're going to do everything you can for her, right? I mean, she's not a criminal.
Jack: Yes, I will. I promise. And, Millie, if you'd do me the favor of asking the desk sergeant to send up one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight trays with all the fixings?
Opal: Oh, thank you, Jackson.
Myrtle: Thank you, Jack.
Chris: And we'll just save some of this cider bubbly for us, huh?
Opal: Then we won't notice what we're eating.
Erica: Will you join us for dinner?
Rita: How can I ever thank you?
Erica: Oh. Happy Thanksgiving, Rita.
Mateo: Let's do it. Let's make the move.
Hayley: No, no. I've already decided to turn it down.
Mateo: I can't let you do that. Hayley, it's too important to you.
Hayley: It is not.
Mateo: It is. I know you. Come on, I'm not going to stand in your way. I want you to be happy.
Hayley: Are you saying that because you want me to be happy or because it's what you want?
Mateo: Well, it's the same thing.
Hayley: No, it's not.
Mateo: We're going.
Hayley: We are staying.
Mateo: No. Hayley, come on. I'm giving you what you want.
Hayley: I don't want what I want. I want what you want.
Maddie: This is wrong. Today, we get the turkey napkin rings.
Maria: You know what? When you're right, you're right, Maddie. Let us remedy that. Turkey napkin rings. What?
Edmund: How did you know where we kept those?
Maria: Okay, let's not make a big old deal of this, okay? Please?
Edmund: No, no.
Maria: Okay. Turkey --
Isabella: Thank you, Sweetie.
Maria: There you go. Have a turkey ring.
Isabella: Doesn't everything look great?
Hayley: Just beautiful.
Maria: Dinner's not complete without little turkey napkin rings.
Hayley: Napkin rings. Thank you.
Maddie: There's a turkey.
Maria: There's a turkey, my favorite. It's amazing.
Greenlee: Thank you, David. I do feel better.
David: Good. I meant what I said earlier. Leo wants us to take care of each other.
Greenlee: I know you care about me.
David: Of course I care about you. You're family. So does Anna.
Greenlee: And I appreciate it, really. But the fact is Leo’s gone. And eventually, I'm going to have to accept that.
David: You're right. Leo's gone, but there are a lot of people in your life, Greenlee, who want to help you, okay? Who care about you, who want to take care of you. So if you just let them in, you know, they might help you feel that you're not alone.
Greenlee: Well -- I don't know if it's time yet. I'll have to think about it.
David: Yeah. Well, you'll have to think really fast because -- Happy Thanksgiving.
Greenlee: You canceled your celebration with the senator, the string quartet, and the tenor from La Scala?
Mary: Oh, there are many senators and there are too many tenors from La Scala, but there's only one you, and I wanted to spend Thanksgiving with you.
Trey: You forgive me?
Greenlee: You did this?
Trey: Well, I figured you'd probably kick us out immediately, but I had to take the chance.
Greenlee: I'm glad you did. Turns out I don't want to be alone.
David: Come on, tell me the truth. You were wondering, "Where the hell is David?" Right? He's blowing our first Thanksgiving with the family.
Anna: Well, it doesn't matter what I thought. You got her here. That must have taken some doing.
David: I had some help.
Anna: Oh, good.
Maggie: A Thanksgiving toast.
David: Ah, what's a Thanksgiving without a little cheer?
Greenlee: Thank you.
Maggie: You're welcome.
Mary: Lovely. Thank you.
Anna: Oh, thank you.
Aidan: There you are, Auntie.
Anna: Thank you. Stop calling me "Auntie."
David: Hey, no vodka for the pregnant woman, okay?
Anna: It's water, I promise.
Aidan: Yeah, it's water.
David: All right, how about a toast?
Aidan: Ah, you guys start off with a toast, huh? Must be an American Thanksgiving tradition.
Kendall: You shut up.
David: To our family. To those who are here and those who are far away. To the ones who have been taken from us and those who are on their way. Maybe they're up there passing along some tips to the kid, huh? To those who care about us and not just because we share some DNA., maybe even in spite of it. And to those who insist on loving us no matter how hard we make it for them.
Anna: Oh, hear, hear.
David: To the life we all share together. Cheers.
David: Happy Thanksgiving.
Anna: Happy Thanksgiving.
Jack: I'd like to propose a toast if I may, please? To old friends and to new, who make us realize that acts of kindness will feed us and nurture our souls far more than any feast put in front of us and who, much more so than wealth or fame or beauty --
Myrtle: Oh, thank you, Jack.
Jack: Bring out the best in us every time. Happy Thanksgiving.
All: Happy Thanksgiving.
Edmund: And to miracles, which happen when you pray for them or just about when you've given up. To love, the greatest miracle of them all, which is strong enough to conquer death. So handling geography should be a breeze. May we appreciate our many blessings at this moment and every moment for the rest of our lives. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
All: Happy Thanksgiving.
Maria: Cheers, way over there.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Chris: What are you doing?
Erica: I'm doing what I should have done months ago.
Chris: And where are you going?
Erica: I am going to find Kendall.
Aidan: Are you busy?
Kendall: Well, that depends on what you have in mind.
David: I have an offer to make you.
Edmund: Not interested.
David: It's one you really shouldn't refuse.
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