All My Children Transcript Friday 1/24/03
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>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Michael: An evening like this -- it's something that happens only in books.
Jake: To my beautiful bride-to-be -- wherever she is.
Alison: Some of the residents are headed over to B.J.'s. I'd like to buy you a drink.
Jake: Yeah, sure, sure. Sure, why not? What do I have to lose?
Simone: Oh. All right, then give up some details.
Kendall: Ok, picture this -- he is sexier than Pierce Brosnan --
Kendall: Totally, totally sweet, and very generous.
Simone: And generous.
Kendall: Yes. And he made me see myself in the most flattering light.
Simone: Ok, wait, wait. How do you mean?
Kendall: Well, according to Michael, my ambition is a grand passion. And according to Michael, I am the most enchanting woman on the planet.
Simone: He said that?
Kendall: Yeah, more or less.
Simone: So, you know, where does this leave things?
Kendall: Well, I told you, this was a rare, one-time thing. That's why I could allow myself to be swept away even a little.
Simone: Mm-hmm. How far? You said you just had dinner.
Kendall: And he kissed me good-bye.
Simone: Good-bye? So you're not going to see him again?
Kendall: I don't think so.
Simone: Oh. I'm sorry.
Kendall: No, no, it's ok. It's better this way. It's better this way. I won't have a chance to wreck it.
Simone: That's true.
Kendall: But that kiss -- that kiss -- oh --
Simone: Yeah, but it was just one kiss.
Kendall: Oh, don't say it like that. One kiss from Michael Kinsey could make me believe in heaven again. Hi. How did -- how did the business meeting with the accountants go?
Greenlee: You wouldn't understand.
Kendall: Um -- actually, I have some great product demos --
Greenlee: Forget it! Forget everything. I'm ready to dump you from this partnership.
Jake: All right, ask no more. The truth is -- if you all really want to know the truth -- I never wanted to be chief of staff. No, I'm serious, Iím serious. I had my boat. I had the girl. And I was ready to sail around the world. But --
Alison: Duty called.
Jake: It's got me on speed dial. All right, refill for me. Anyone else? Ok. Ok, buddy.
Woman: So, why is Dr. Martin out with us?
Alison: Even the boss needs to blow off steam.
Man: But he never hangs out with the residents.
Alison: Maybe no one's asked him to. What are you smirking at?
Man: Here's to you, Alison.
Alison: Excuse me.
Jake: There you go. Keep the change.
Bartender: Thank you.
Alison: How come you didn't offer to buy me a drink?
Jake: Well, I guess you could say I'm being political -- politically correct, that is, because I like to treat all the residents the same.
Jake: Besides, weren't you the one who invited me out for the drink?
Alison: I did. And I still want to buy you one -- if you stick around.
Jake: Well, I think I'm making your friends over there want to censor themselves.
Alison: You do. But now it's just you and me. Nobody has to censor anything.
Jake: Hmm. Bartender, will you bring this lady a draft, please?
J.R.'s voice: "I've been on-line for three hours, just hoping you'd sign on."
Laurie's voice: "Why? What's up?" What's up? What's up? What's up?
J.R.: I can't wait anymore, Laurie. I need to tell you something.
J.R.: I love you.
J.R.'s voice: "I wanted to tell you 'I love you' in person, but since you broke up with me, I didn't know when Iíd see you again."
Laurie's voice: "You make it hard to stay broken up."
J.R.'s voice: "Because you're missing me as much as I'm missing you?"
Laurie: "I guess."
J.R.: Then let's figure out a way we can be together.
Laurie: How? Nothing's changed. Your dad practically ordered me out of your life.
J.R.: Laurie, my dad and I -- we never got along. He didn't cause our problems.
Laurie: I know that.
J.R.: Then why let him say what we can do?
Laurie: Because as long as you don't totally self-destruct, your dad can really help you. He can give you anything you want.
J.R.: Except you. Laurie, you're the only thing that makes me want to show up for life.
Laurie: I wish I really had that power, J.R. But when we went out, your grades tanked, you skipped school, and ditched your Harvard interview --
J.R.: It was bad timing. It wasn't your fault.
Laurie: I'm not so sure. Makes me think your dad's right, that I am bad for you.
J.R.: No, no, he's not. It's just sometimes I feel like nothing matters, so why bother? But nothing will matter if I lose you.
Laurie: That can't be true.
J.R.: It is. So Iím going to win you back.
Laurie: J.R. --
J.R.: I swear. I swear, Iím done messing up. I'm going to get back on the honor roll. I'm going to have perfect attendance for the rest of the year. I'm going to make my dad flip by getting into every Ivy League school there is.
Laurie: I really hope you can pull that off, J.R.
J.R.: I can. I can. And I'll make him lighten up on you, I swear.
Laurie: That would be nice -- if it really happened.
J.R.: Laurie, you have to give me another chance. I need you to believe in me. So, come on, let's make up.
Alison: Thank you. They're still on their best behavior -- you know, to impress the boss.
Jake: So, what about you?
Alison: I'm trying a different approach.
Jake: Let me guess, Alison. It doesn't involve your best behavior.
Alison: Well, depends on what you consider best about me.
Jake: Well, you've shown me that you're a very capable doctor.
Alison: Hmm. I was hoping for something more personal, like my eyes, my complexion, my -- something.
Jake: Alison, you know that you're a knockout.
Alison: I wasn't sure you thought so. I don't usually have to fish for compliments.
Jake: I'm sure you don't.
Alison: Guess we're both acting a little out of character tonight.
Jake: Hmm. You think so, huh?
Alison: Yeah. You're here, aren't you?
Jake: Well, whatever that means.
Alison: It means that underneath, you're still the same guy who almost chucked his career for a little wind, water, and heat.
Jake: Well, I'm sure that if you ask your friends over there, they'll tell you that Iím going to go home tonight and read "The Journal of American Medicine" for a good time.
Alison: Hey, they're still stunned by the fact that you drink beer.
Jake: You know what? I never drank beer when I was a resident. I'm serious. That may be why people have thought of me as somewhat of a droid.
Alison: Rumor is they unplug you at the end of a shift.
Jake: So, you listen to rumors?
Alison: Jake, I understand that you have to be serious when you're working. We all do. All the more reason to cut loose when you're off hours.
Jake: And how do you suggest I do that?
Alison: Well, since you asked, make a mistake.
Mia: Oh, no. No, I need time to go over these projections.
Simone: Yeah, well, you're going to have to do that later. Greenlee is about ready to detonate. I think we should definitely clear out now.
Mia: Yeah, you're right. She looks just like Mike Tyson did before he bit off Holifield's ear. Let's go.
Mia: So, we're going to go and grab some takeout.
Mia and Simone: Bye.
Kendall: Ok, what nit do you need to pick tonight?
Greenlee: How dare you go to Aspen. How dare you go to a cosmetics marketing conference without even consulting me.
Kendall: Ok, first of all, I don't need a hall pass to go anywhere. Second, I found out about the conference five minutes before it started.
Greenlee: Plenty of time to call me.
Kendall: I made an executive decision, and I jumped on a plane. Get over it.
Greenlee: Real executives don't blow big bucks for a name tag and a seat at the wannabe table.
Kendall: Palmer footed the whole bill, and I didn't sit at the wannabe table.
Greenlee: Oh. Back up. Why would Palmer shell out major cash to market our company?
Kendall: I took Petey with me.
Greenlee: Oh, my God. So you didn't even get a seat at the wannabe table?
Kendall: No, I didn't sit anywhere because I worked the whole freaking room.
Greenlee: When? In between playing Mary Poppins and bopping dreamy Michael?
Kendall: You know what? I didn't sleep with Michael.
Greenlee: Save it, ok? I don't want to hear any kinky Jacuzzi stories.
Kendall: That's because you're jealous.
Greenlee: I'm not up for an assault rap, so Iíll ignore that.
Kendall: Listen, I got Petey up at dawn and I sent him off with a posse of rich-kid snowboarders.
Greenlee: So you and Michael had a whole day of aprŤs-ski?
Kendall: No, I met Michael after the conference and we went out once.
Greenlee: Wow. You're running guys off faster than ever.
Kendall: I'm not up for a murder rap, so Iíll ignore that. And if you can stop sulking for more than five minutes, you'd see you should be grateful. I busted my butt at that conference.
Greenlee: And accomplished what?
Kendall: I schmoozed the entire industry. But this is my one triumph. Hmm?
Greenlee: "Maxie Berlin"?
Greenlee: She'd eat this for breakfast. You found it on the floor.
Kendall: No, I did not. I cornered her, and I gave her our great entire pitch.
Greenlee: No. No way. To get Maxie's attention, you would need demo projections, prototypes.
Kendall: All I needed was nerve and passion. Maxie loves the Fusion concept. She practically promised to give us primo shelf space at Lacey's.
Greenlee: Without even trying the product?
Kendall: I promised her samples.
Greenlee: So you got a definite maybe.
Kendall: Why are you pulling your usual grim reaper grumble?
Greenlee: It's called realism, Kendall, and I have to have it because my partner dashes off to resorts while I stay here all night to write our business plan.
Kendall: No, you stay here all night because you're afraid to go home.
Greenlee: That's not the reason. I wanted to finish this.
Kendall: Greenlee, I love what we're doing. If you don't, then just leave. No one is forcing you to suffer here day in and day out.
Greenlee: I was being professional, something you might learn in between field trips and play dates.
Kendall: You were being professional? Ok, you're the one who trudges in here and acts like this is a chore. You act like this business is some awful medicine you have to take, and you cry in the bathroom every afternoon.
Greenlee: Excuse me -- my husband died.
Kendall: I know that, and Iím sorry about Leo. We all are. But, listen, we have a business to run, a business we're trying to start, and we need your whole self here to do it.
Kendall: Your widow gig is costing us, Greenlee, ok, so cancel it. Cancel your grief fest right now.
J.R.: Laurie, that's -- that's crazy.
Laurie: I wish it were. But say you do go to Harvard and you come home in the summer.
J.R.: Then we could be together. I could get a restaurant job with you.
Laurie: Instead of traveling in Europe or doing an internship with NASA?
Laurie: J.R., don't you think curly fries will seem really lame compared to the International Space Station?
J.R.: Not if Iím sharing them with you.
Laurie: You'd be serving them. J.R., how can you not get this? I can't stand the idea of you giving up anything for me.
J.R.: You sound like my dad.
Laurie: That's because it's the one thing we totally agree on.
J.R.: Laurie, but you're my only happiness.
Laurie: That can't be true.
J.R.: It is. You keep talking about all this stuff my dad can give me when the
real parent that gave me everything that really mattered was my mom.
Laurie: J.R., I --
J.R.: And if she knew -- if she knew that I found a girl that made me feel like the king of the world, she'd say -- she'd say, "hang on tight." She'd say, "don't ever let Laurie go."
J.R.: Laurie, I know I have a lot, but I love you more than all of it. And I swear, I swear on my mother's memory that I can't be happy without you. So, please, just -- just love me back.
Doug: What are you doing?
J.R.: What happened? "Laurie?" "Laurie?"
Kendall: The Co-CEO of Fusion Cosmetics, the Co-CEO who just wants to follow up on her meeting with Laceyís' senior vice president.
Greenlee: Fine. I'll spew 15 great ideas, even though I still think Maxie squished you, then scraped you off the bottom of her sling backs.
Kendall: I'm ready for your ideas.
Greenlee: I need to know exactly what you pitched to her.
Kendall: Our "What Women Want" campaign. What else? I explained to her that Fusion is aiming for teens and 20s because that's the head space that we're in, and I told her if she didn't want the trendies running off to the competition, she better be extra good to us.
Greenlee: And she went for that?
Kendall: Totally. She just wants to test our products.
Greenlee: You dingbat, we don't even have a true product line yet. We've only promoted one lipstick.
Kendall: I know that. But you're the one who was so hot for marketing before we went into production.
Greenlee: To build anticipation on the street, not frustration in the industry.
Greenlee: Ugh! Fusion. Maxie. Hi. What a nice surprise. Yes, really? Uh -- did she say that? Uh -- I don't know what to say. Uh-huh. Well, that's very kind of you, Maxie. Thanks a lot.
Kendall: What? What did she say?
Greenlee: Well, she sort of --
Greenlee: Raved about you.
Kendall: Uh-huh. Yes. Ok, tell me everything she said.
Greenlee: No. She said you were a natural, like Erica.
Kendall: Yes. Uh-huh, yeah. What else? Anything else, chicken little?
Greenlee: Did you really tell Maxie that you learned everything about this business from me?
Kendall: Well, it's true, isn't it?
Greenlee: Yeah. Ok. Fine. I was --
Kendall: Hateful, ungrateful, out of line?
Greenlee: I was wrong -- totally wrong.
Alison: Flirting is a harmless, non-contact sport.
Jake: And you're its MVP.
Alison: Thank you.
Jake: So, Alison, do you think that asking me to make a mistake could work? Alison: I only know what I see. When you're at the hospital, you're focused on whatever case is in front of you.
Jake: Thank you. That's nice. But what about my reputed droidyness?
Alison: Yeah. Actually, the rumors get worse. Downright disturbing whispers in the residents' lounge.
Jake: Ok, I'll bite. What are they saying about me now?
Alison: That off duty, you are a total homebody.
Jake: You are right. I do like to spend time at home.
Alison: Well, right now, you look like a hot guy in a bar -- hot guy flirting with a very forward woman.
Jake: Flirting, yes. But that's as far as it gets.
Jake: Why? Well, because I am engaged and I am getting ready to go home to my fiancťe.
Alison: Then why come here first?
Jake: Because she's working.
Alison: Sure you're not in the mood for a detour?
Jake: Very sure.
Alison: I'm not on call. I'm able to grab a drink if I want.
Jake: Sure you don't. Don't worry, I have your schedule.
Alison: Oh, finally. I have to take this outside where I can hear.
Jake: Someone special?
Alison: My mechanic. My car's been giving me fits.
Jake: Ah. You must do one heck of a tune-up.
Alison: Do not go anywhere.
Jake: Oh, man.
Mia: Hey. Hello. What a great surprise.
Mia: What are you doing here?
Jake: Well, I -- Iím just grabbing a beer with a couple of my resident friends over here. So, are you all done with work?
Mia: No, no, not yet.
Mia: We're still number crunching.
Simone: Oh, yeah. We just needed fuel. Which reminds me -- you have got to see the pictures from the photo shoot. They're hot.
Simone: Oh, yeah.
Mia: Yeah. You know what? I'll try to remember to bring home the proofs tonight.
Simone: In fact, you should probably send them in because some modeling agency would probably make it worth your while to ditch medicine.
Jake: Oh, no, no, no. That's not going to happen.
Mia: Oh, come on.
Simone: I don't know. Well, I will let you guys have some quality time, and Iíll go order the food.
Mia: Oh, yeah. Great. Ok. Oh, God, Iíd love one of those.
Jake: Really? Bartender, get --
Mia: No, no, but I canít. I'm still on the job here.
Jake: Well, it seems to have put some rosiness back in those cheeks.
Mia: And you know what? You've really been so great about this, and it's just made all the difference. Thank you.
Jake: Hey. Hey.
Jake: Let's go home.
Mia: What? Why?
Jake: Because -- because I want to be alone with you. That's why.
Mia: That's really sweet. It is.
Jake: Mia -- come on, let's go. We'll go home, and Iím going to make some pasta and Iím going to light some candles, open up a bottle of wine, and you and I can make love all night long.
Mia: I really wish I could. I do.
Jake: Why can't you?
Mia: I told you, I have to finish the marketing budget.
Jake: You have to, or you want to?
Mia: Both, I guess. I don't know.
Jake: Mia -- Mia, listen, listen. I miss you.
Mia: Did you know that our company has separate accounting for capital and operating costs --
Jake: Oh, jeez, Mia.
Mia: What? What?
Jake: No, I just want you to just -- I just want you to tell me straight out.
Mia: Tell you what?
Jake: What's going on with us. I don't know. Are you still in love with me, or what?
Mia: Look, don't be ridiculous, all right? Just, please -- you know I love you. How can you -- of course I love you. It's just -- it's a crazy time right now.
Jake: Yeah, it's insanely busy.
Mia: For both of us. Your beeper never seems to stop.
Jake: Let's stop it. All right? Let's stop it right now. Let's just you and I take the rest of the night off, go home.
Mia: No, I will be home in a couple of hours. All right? It's not going to be like this forever. Soon Fusion will be up and running and your residents will learn their way around the hospital, and then we can get back to us.
Jake: Mia --
Mia: No. No, no, I can work just as hard as you can, all right?
Jake: You know --
Mia: I didn't say anything when your beeper practically interrupted your marriage proposal to me.
Jake: Mia --
Jake: Mia, I have taken on a ton of responsibility that I don't even want with this job, all right?
Mia: Whoa. Excuse me.
Jake: You have to understand that. And you know what? I -- I call you, and I let you know what my schedule is at all times. And I cram that schedule as much as possible so that you and I can spend time together.
Mia: Jake, I --
Jake: Just forget it, all right? You know, we'll just -- we'll just talk about it whenever you get home, all right? All right.
Mia: Jake, I swear -- I swear to you, you're my whole life.
Jake: Obviously not.
Simone: Ok. Well, the kitchen's totally backed up, and I don't think we should wait. You want to grab a pizza at Marioís? I think we should really get back to Greenlee and Kendall before they trash the office.
Jake: Why? What's going on there?
Mia: Nothing. It's just a difference of opinion.
Jake: Difference of opinion. There seems to be a lot of that going around.
Mia: You know what? Maybe we can just let them work it out.
Simone: Whoa -- well, you saw them wipe out the bridal fair.
Mia: All right, look, we can't let anything happen to those proofs. I'm sorry, Iíve got to go. I promise you I'll be home soon.
Jake: Well, I hope Iím still awake.
Mia: Please try to stay up. I'll make it worth your while. I love you.
Simone: Oh. I love you, too. Ok, let's go.
Alison: Gee, did someone steal your favorite toy while I was outside?
Alison: Just asking.
Jake: All right, listen, I'm sorry. How's the car?
Alison: It's got to stay in the shop overnight.
Jake: Yeah. That's too bad.
Alison: Yeah. It happens. Guess I'll have to find a cab. Or someone to take me home.
Kendall: Well, no new widow would be.
Greenlee: Well, still, I shouldn't take it out on you.
Kendall: Well, you want Fusion to be successful. I get that. It's not personal.
Greenlee: Some of it is. I still think you're a freaking disaster waiting to happen.
Kendall: That's not news.
Greenlee: It's like every day I wait for some new disaster, and you deliver.
Kendall: I deliver some good stuff, too. You have to admit that.
Greenlee: You don't make it easy.
Kendall: Oh, like you do?
Greenlee: Partners like us do not occur in nature, Kendall. We're naturally enemies.
Kendall: That's the truth.
Greenlee: But I'm trying to work with that energy. You know, turn it on the competition.
Kendall: That's new. What, are you on drugs or something?
Kendall: Then what just happened to your snarkiness?
Greenlee: I started seeing someone.
Kendall: What, you're dating someone already?
Greenlee: Of course not. I'm seeing a shrink.
Kendall: Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, that's -- that's great. That's great. Actually, people tell me all the time I should do it.
Greenlee: Run, don't walk.
Kendall: What do you do, you lie on a couch for 15 minutes and then shriek and cry and then you suddenly feel better?
Greenlee: No, it's more like Lysistrata provokes me.
Kendall: Who? What? It sounds like a mouthwash or something.
Greenlee: I know. She's not what you'd expect. Not what anyone would expect. To be honest, I don't have a clue how therapy works, but I do feel --
Greenlee: No. Not even close.
Kendall: Like you're moving on?
Greenlee: I wouldn't go that far.
Kendall: Not homicidal, not suicidal?
Kendall: I'm sorry, Greenlee, about Leo. It wasn't fair to you.
Greenlee: I know. But here I am anyway. And I'm staying. Heart and soul. I promise.
Greenlee: Did you really meet a guy in Aspen?
Kendall: Oh, yeah, did I ever.
Greenlee: Well? Come on. Keep me in the loop.
Kendall: Ok. His name was Michael.
Greenlee: "Was"? What, are you in the widow club, too? What? Lysistrata encourages my black humor.
Greenlee: So? Tell me about him. Tell me about him. Are you going to see him again?
Kendall: I don't know. We -- we met. We had dinner. We said good-bye. And -- and then he vanished in the snow.
Greenlee: Well, did he get your number? Did he get your e-mail, your fax, something?
Kendall: No, nothing. Nothing. I -- I didn't get his number, either.
Greenlee: Kendall, you're off your game. You always get the digits. You know that.
Kendall: I know, I know. I totally blew it. I'll probably never hear from him ever again.
Laurie: Are you drunk? Why am I even asking? I knew you wouldn't stay sober.
Doug: Who do you think you're talking to?
Laurie: You, Dad!
Doug: Well, then show some respect!
Laurie: Respect? I hate you!
Doug: Well, where do you think you're going?
Laurie: What's it to you? You're just going to pass out.
Doug: I asked you a question, young lady.
Laurie: I have a lot of questions myself. Just get out of my way, please.
Doug: Laurie --
Laurie: I have a new job. I can't be late.
Doug: What? What are you making faces at?
Laurie: You reek of beer.
Doug: Yeah, well, it's your principal's fault.
Laurie: I don't want to hear this.
Doug: He got off reaming me out in front of your snoot bag faculty and the brats in the cafeteria.
Laurie: You mean my teachers and my classmates?
Doug: Yeah. He said I -- he said I neglected a spill by the salad bar.
Laurie: Maybe the principal was worried someone might get hurt.
Doug: Oh, yeah. Well, that's what he said. You know what? All he was worried about was a lawsuit.
Laurie: So that makes it ok to go get drunk? Did you drive home?
Doug: How can you be worried about every stranger on the road and not care about me? You're my daughter.
Laurie: I do care about you, Daddy, but you just staggered in here and reamed me out about J.R. again.
Doug: Well, that's because I don't want you to get used up by that messed-up druggie.
Laurie: J.R. and I broke up. What more do you want?
Doug: Respect, honor, love.
Laurie: Then start acting halfway decent.
Doug: Honey, where do you get off talking to me like that now?
Laurie: I don't want to. I just want to be the kid in this stupid house.
Doug: Yeah, but I work my butt off to pay for this stupid house.
Laurie: Dad, you're so mad all the time, you're drinking yourself out of a job.
Doug: Well, it's a terrible job.
Laurie: So when you lose it, what are we going to do?
Doug: I know. Maybe I'll have to swallow my pride and let you saddle back up with that Chandler kid.
Laurie: Daddy, please donít.
Doug: Let you sweet-talk him into covering our rent.
Laurie: You loser.
Greenlee: Yeah, we don't have the cash flow for flowers.
Simone: The flowers were delivered, and the kitchen at B.J.ís is backed up.
Mia: It looks like we should have waited. You guys have made peace, I see.
Simone: Yeah, so why doesn't someone cough up a couple of bucks because I tipped the delivery guy.
Greenlee: Well, who are they from? Maxie Berlin?
Mia: I don't know who they're from, but I do know who they're for.
Kendall: Get out.
Simone: Open it.
Kendall: No, I can't, I can't, I can't.
Greenlee: I can.
Mia: Open it.
Greenlee: Wow. You didn't get Michaelís number, but he sure got yours.
Alison: Not too far. I guess I could walk. Even though it's cold and dark.
Jake: Ok, Alison. I can take you home. You know what? You have been a good man, Kyle.
Kyle: Thanks. Have a good night.
Jake: Ok. Oh, you know something? I -- I parked my car in the hospital parking lot, and Iím going to have to go back to my office to get the key. But I could use the walk.
Alison: For a free ride home, I think I can cross the street and brave the glare of the hospital lights.
Jake: You are an adventurous girl, aren't you, Alison?
Jake: Let's go. Good night, all.
Woman: Oh, my God!
Man: All righty, then.
Woman: They left together.
Jake: I'll just be a sec. I got to find something here.
Laurie: One of us needs to work, Dad.
Doug: I didn't give you permission to leave.
Laurie: You're too out of it to get how important my new job is.
Doug: You know, and you're too full of yourself to listen to your father.
Laurie: A father Iíd be better off without.
Doug: Laurie, how can you say such a thing?
Laurie: I wish you died in that car crash instead of mom.
Doug: You know, you're all the same -- you, your mother --
Laurie: Don't say anything about mommy!
Doug: All of you!
Laurie: Don't you dare!
Doug: All of you! There's never enough! You always want more, always demanding better!
Greenlee: Come on.
Simone: It's going to be ok. Just read it.
Mia: It's not going to be like this forever. Soon Fusion will be up and running and your residents will learn their way around the hospital, and then we can get back to us. Listen, I got to go. Um -- something I got to do.
Simone: What? Well --
Greenlee: Are you going to read it? Or you want me to read it to you?
Kendall: No, I'll read it. I'll read it, I'll read it. "Kendall, for last night and many nights to come. Michael."
Simone: Aw. Now, that's romantic.
Greenlee: Guess you didn't scare Michael off after all.
Mia: Uh -- hi. I'm --
Woman: You're the girl in that hot poster.
Mia: I'm Jake -- I'm Dr. Martin's fiancťe. And I'm just wondering, have you seen him?
Woman: No, he left.
Mia: Oh, oh. Do you know when?
Woman: No, sorry. I really didn't notice. Bye.
Mia: Thank you. Bye.
Jake: Hmm. You are bad news.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Edmund: Just how far along are you and Aidan? I have to know if you love him.
Aidan: I know exactly what you like and how you like it. You interested?
Mia: Jake's in for a big surprise.
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