All My Children Transcript Wednesday 3/26/03
Proofread by Gisele
>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Greenlee: I need to move on with my life, and those e-mails made me think that I could, that whoever wrote them was worth it.
Anna: You are smothering Leora with all this worrying.
David: Well, somebody has to worry, all right?
Maria: I am going back to medical school.
Erica: All the mistakes are in the past.
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Kendall: Michael, I thought you were going to join me -- where did you go? Oh, what do we have here? Hmm. "An urgent business matter." Great. Oh. "Can you guess what I'll be thinking of the whole time?" Hmm. Yes, Michael, I can.
Erica: Michael Cambias? Send him in.
Erica: Well, hello. My goodness, now you're bringing me flowers personally?
Michael: Yeah. Actually, I'm here to return the ones you sent me.
Erica: I didn't send you any flowers. Oh, Michael. Somebody sent you dead flowers?
Michael: Someone, Erica?
Erica: It wasn't me. But, my, what poetic enemies you have.
Anna: Oh, I'm sorry. Please just ignore me. I'm being stupid.
Jack: Anna, what's going on? Huh?
Jack: Is everything ok? I mean, is the baby ok?
Anna: Yeah, no, no, no, Leora's fine. I just -- I needed a friend.
Jack: Well, good. You came to the right place, then. But the baby's ok, right?
Anna: Yeah. Well, there's no change, you know, so that's good.
Jack: Well, thank God. And David?
Anna: He's with her. After all, she's so lucky that she has a world-renowned cardiologist for a father.
Jack: Well, that's certainly true.
Anna: I can't stand myself. I mean, I am so hysterical and emotional all the time. I mean, I've hardly been out since the baby was born. All I do all day is obsess about her.
Jack: Well, I can understand that. You know what? I think maybe I have a cure for that. If you want a better job with easier hours and less stress, why don't you come back to us, run the police department for us.
Anna: Why would you say that? What kind of a mother do you think I am?
Maria: Ozonolosys oxidizes alkynes --
Aidan: Are we sweet-talking again?
Maria: What's this? This is, like, a whole new wardrobe.
Aidan: Oh? This stuff --
Maria: Very nice.
Aidan: Is for you.
Maria: Oh, well, then I hope you kept the receipts because they're going to be kicking my sorry buns right off campus after I take this test.
Aidan: No, I don't think so. I think you're wrong because you are going to sail through this because there is nothing in life that you can't do.
Maria: Oh, yeah?
Aidan: Uh-huh. And just in case, I brought you a secret weapon.
Maggie: Ok. All right. Ready? What determines the weakness of a base?
Henry: You look at the stabilities of the conjugates. What's the degree of unsaturation in testosterone C19H26O2?
Maggie: Um -- oh, my God -- it's six!
Maggie: It's six!
Maggie: Oh, my God. We are going to ace this. We are the Gods of O-Chem.
Henry: Well, let's say that after we take the test.
Maggie: Hey, what's wrong? We're going to ace this.
Henry: Like we could have done with a couple hours of sleep, all right?
Maggie: No, no, no, no. Sleeping is for sissies. And what are we going to do when we are interning and we have to pull out 36-hour shifts?
Henry: No, no, no. Can we not go there now?
Maggie: Oh, what, am I too overconfident now? You know it's your fault. Because of you, I understand this stuff.
Henry: Oh, that's not true. You would have gotten it.
Maggie: Oh, in about 10 years. But we partnered up, and now I can say, "bring it on, Prof. Stevens," because I know this stuff. Come on. You have to wake up!
Henry: Ok, ok.
Maggie: Up! Come on!
Computerized voice: You have mail.
Greenlee: Oh, I have mail. "Last night I tried to picture you in your bed as you drifted to sleep. What were you thinking? Were you hoping that your greatest wish had come true? My hope is that I could grant that wish and to see a smile on your beautiful face. Will you give me the chance? I've already fixed your faucet, now --"
Carlos: "Now let me fix the hurt in your heart."
Michael: Take a look at this.
Erica: "It's not over, not by a long shot."
Michael: Mm-hmm. This was the card that was sent in response to my card.
Erica: Well, if you won't take my word for it, I really --
Michael: Actually, Erica, I never thought that you actually sent me these flowers.
Erica: Well, then what do you want from me?
Michael: Well, by chance, when the flowers that I delivered to you got here, agent stamp wasn't here, was he?
Erica: Chris had no idea those flowers were from you.
Michael: Uh-huh. So he was here. Ok, mystery solved.
Erica: Now, why on earth would Chris ever do anything like this?
Michael: Come on, Erica. He barged into my suite, trying to catch us in the act like the betrayed husband in some French farce.
Erica: No, that was Kendall. That was Kendall who egged him on.
Michael: Ok, what about when he cornered me in the bar and gave me all those dark threats?
Erica: No, I simply don't believe that.
Michael: Well, you're not convincing me. But listen, tell Agent Stamp that I said hello. Oh -- tell him he's right, too. It's not over by a long shot.
Erica: And what is that supposed to mean?
Michael: Oh, nothing. You know, I just thought it would amuse him to think that I'm sinking to his level. Of course, I'm not.
Erica: Yeah, you'd sink lower. Take your dead flowers with you. Val? Get me Chris. I need to see him right away.
Anna: Why do you think I would want to bail on my own child?
Jack: No, I don't think that for a minute, Anna. I was just trying to lighten the mood a little bit. I thought I was joking, you know. It wasn't that funny, I guess, but --
Anna: Because it hasn't even crossed my mind.
Jack: Well, of course it hasn't. I just meant to say that there is no job more difficult or more stressful than trying to raise a child.
Anna: Especially when her health is --
Jack: I know, I know. When lily is sick, I mean, nothing else in the world matters.
Anna: You know what this is like, then.
Jack: Yes, I do. I understand perfectly.
Anna: Well, I don't understand. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just come here and rant.
Jack: No, no, no. Listen, I'm honored that you feel you can come here and rant. And look, I've got absolutely nothing going on, so you stay here and rant as long as you like, ok?
Anna: No, no. I'm done.
Jack: Are you?
Anna: Why? What are you thinking?
Jack: Well, what I'm thinking is you come to here to me for comfort -- and I'm glad to give it, don't get me wrong -- but it does beg the question, why aren't you going to your husband?
Anna: David is comforting the baby.
Anna: I mean, can you imagine what it would be like to be the doctor to your own sick child?
Jack: He's the child's father first, then her doctor.
Anna: Yes, I know, but he can't divide that up. Especially when he knows better than anyone what can go wrong.
Jack: Yeah, well, I would never doubt David's medical skills.
Anna: Well, don't doubt his skills as a father. You know, I thought you and I were beyond all this bickering.
Jack: Look, Anna, all I'm saying is, yes, now David's a father, but that doesn't mean he isn't the same man he's always been.
Anna: I don't know. I don't know what you're talking about. Well, yeah, you know, I do. I do know. You think that he's going to put himself before the baby because of his own pride and ego --
Jack: It wouldn't be the first time.
Anna: No, he's not going to do that. He loves this child. He's just trying to keep her safe -- he's doing exactly what I want him to do.
Henry: What are you doing?
Maggie: What do you mean, "What am I doing?"
Henry: We have a midterm. That's what we have to concentrate on.
Maggie: I know, and I think that this will really help you relax.
Henry: All right, no, look, I'm not kidding, Maggie, all right? If you can't stay focused on something other than sex, we're going to blow it.
Maggie: Wait a minute, Henry. Who was just coming on to whom?
Carlos: So, how did you sleep last night?
Greenlee: I slept very well.
Carlos: I'm glad. So did I.
Greenlee: Then the alarm clock rang and I woke up.
Carlos: Well, do you know that reality can be sweeter than dreams?
Greenlee: Not when you're thoroughly confused.
Carlos: Perhaps I could relieve your confusion.
Greenlee: You know you can.
Carlos: How? Tell me.
Greenlee: I've asked you if you're the one who sent me the emails, and you refuse to answer me.
Carlos: Well, something new happened last night.
Greenlee: You quoted one of them, and just did just now, which means --
Greenlee: Which means you know them. If you wrote them, why can't you just admit it?
Carlos: Because I have to be sure.
Greenlee: Of what?
Carlos: What will happen next.
Greenlee: What do you think will happen?
Carlos: One of two things. Either the e-mails you love will make you love the author more or meeting the author will make you think less of the e-mails.
Greenlee: That won't happen.
Carlos: They've been important to you, haven't they? I mean, you like them.
Greenlee: Yeah. They've meant a lot to me. More than I can even admit to my friends.
Carlos: Yet when you're faced with the person you think has created them, you seem to be so unhappy.
Greenlee: Carlos, I made a mistake once before. I don't want to be humiliated again.
Carlos: No, Greenlee.
Carlos: That's not it. See, that's not the reason at all. You seem to be so unhappy because you don't want the emails to be from me.
Greenlee: I don't want them to be from you? What have I done to make you think that?
Carlos: Greenlee, I've quoted them to you. They've been sent from a computer that belongs to my employer. Yet you want more proof.
Greenlee: Well, my God, there are a lot of crazy people out there. People can hack their way into computers and assume other people's identities. You know that. They do that.
Carlos: I wouldn't.
Greenlee: Well, how am I supposed to know that? What do I know about you, except that you're --
Carlos: A handyman.
Greenlee: You think that matters to me?
Carlos: You're a good person. But at times, you can be very soberbia. Well, it means "haughty," I think.
Greenlee: You think I'm haughty?
Carlos: Well, "soberbia" comes from the same root as "superior."
Greenlee: You know what? I am neither superior nor haughty. You expect too much. You know, you refuse to answer a simple question, and you expect me to believe that you're the author of these wonderful poems when English isn't even your native language.
Carlos: Oh, wait. Whoa. Maybe you don't know that many famous authors that have written in English -- it hasn't been their first language.
Greenlee: What are you saying, that you've written stories?
Carlos: Well, I've written stories, many stories, but, I mean, nothing published yet. I think they're good, but, you know, who knows?
Greenlee: So that's what you really do, then? You work here at Fusion, but you're really a writer? Not that what you do here isn't real work. It is.
Carlos: You want to know the best thing about working here?
Greenlee: That you got to meet me?
Carlos: That's it.
Henry: All right, I'm sorry. All right? I'm talking about both of us. We have to cool it.
Maggie: I know, but come on. Isn't this a good way? You know? We have to distance ourselves from the books and the formulas, or we're never going to --
Henry: You don't get it, do you, Maggie? This is make or break time.
Maggie: Henry, what's the matter? We know this. Are you worried for me?
Henry: No, I'm just -- you know -- ok, look. This test isn't really to measure how much we know. The purpose of it is to get rid of 1/3 of the class.
Maggie: I know it's a weed out, but we know this. It's not going to be us.
Henry: Look, I'm sorry, ok, but I need to concentrate.
Maggie: So what is it, some old athlete superstition? You have to give it all up for the game?
Henry: Yeah, something like that.
Maggie: Ok. But I can't study anymore. I'm sorry. My brain is about to explode.
Henry: Ok, fine. Let's -- let's go get a cup of coffee, and we'll sit somewhere until the time of the test.
Maggie: Ok. Do you think that maybe I could think about what we're going to do after the test? Is that ok? Yeah? Come on. Let's go.
Maria: You have a secret weapon for me. Where is it?
Aidan: It's in my pocket.
Oh. Are you sure you're allowed to show that to me here in public?
Maria: A pencil?
Aidan: It's not just a pencil. This is a brand-new pencil.
Maria: And I guess I need that for something.
Aidan: Well, you see, in England, we have a custom that when you're going to take an exam, you must use a brand-new pencil because a new one has never written anything wrong. It's starting out fresh.
Maria: Oh, that's very cool. So it's kind of like me.
Aidan: Yeah. And to me, you taking this exam just proves that you're on the right course.
Maria: Yeah, I feel like it. For the first time, I really feel like I'm on the right track.
Aidan: You know, you will be a doctor again.
Maria: And so none of this -- none of this bothers you? I mean, my trying to regain part of my -- who I was?
Aidan: No. If you're happy, I'm happy.
Maria: Thank you.
Woman: Good morning.
Maria: Good morning. How are you?
Maria: Ok, tell me this -- what am I doing here? Oh, my God, I'm scared to death. Aidan Devane, this is Shambala, Prof. Stevens.
Aidan: Hello. I've heard a lot about you.
Shambala: Likewise. Are you going to be taking the test?
Aidan: Guess that's my cue to leave.
Maria: Yeah, I'd run if I was you. Ok, so, you're going to work. I'll give you a call later.
Aidan: Knock them dead.
Maria: Thank you.
Aidan: See you.
Maria: Thanks, thanks.
Shambala: Seriously, how do you feel about this?
Maria: Um -- well, I would feel a whole lot better if I had a bunch of the answers written on my arm, I think.
Shambala: Oh, don't even joke about that.
Maria: No, I know. I read all of the posts all over the place, all these zero tolerance posts, so I know you guys aren't kidding around.
Shambala: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Chemistry exam, not a funeral.
Chris: Hey. You ok? What's wrong?
Erica: Something's wrong, all right, but not with me.
Erica: You've been threatening Michael Cambias.
Chris: Oh, did -- did he come crying to you?
Erica: Yes, he did, with these.
Chris: I don't get it.
Erica: Are you saying you didn't send these dead flowers to him?
Chris: Me send dead -- I'd have to be pretty creepy to do something like that.
Erica: Stop it! Stop lying to me. Of course you sent them to him. They were sent with a note similar to the note he sent when he sent me his flowers.
Chris: Wait, wait, wait. He sent you flowers?
Erica: You know he sent me flowers. You were standing right here in the room when I opened them up. You asked me who the card was from. And you knew it anyway because you had already read the card behind my back. And all this just minutes after you apologized for your insane jealousy. And this is how you prove that you trust me? I don't understand, Chris --
Chris: Stop! First of all, I don't have a clue as to what you're talking about. And second of all, if anybody in this room is a liar, it's you, sweetheart.
Erica: You have the gall to try to turn this back on me?
Chris: You told me Maxie Berlin sent you the flowers.
Erica: Those flowers meant nothing to me. I threw them in the garbage.
Chris: Then why did you lie?
Erica: You want to know why I lied?
Erica: I'll tell you. Because you had just put this engagement ring back on my finger and I was afraid. I was afraid to take a chance that you would go off like a -- like a jealous lunatic. Which you did anyway.
Chris: I had nothing to do with sending that guy dead flowers.
Erica: Then who did?
Chris: I don't know, and I don't care.
Erica: Are you saying that you did not search Michael Cambias out at the Valley Inn bar and make a lot of dark threats to him? Are you saying that you didn't barge into his suite expecting the worst from me?
Chris: This guy is trouble, Erica. You know, he practically told me that you two are having sex.
Erica: That is a lie.
Chris: What, that he told me or that the two of you were having sex? And then he comes in here and tells you I sent him dead flowers, and you're willing to believe him? You want to believe him. You want to discount what I say and take the word of a womanizer with an agenda.
Erica: Michael Cambias is not my problem. You're the one who is acting like a crazy person.
Chris: You are so intent on making me a bad guy. You're letting your guard down.
Erica: I am not!
Chris: You're letting him win.
Erica: No --
Chris: Erica --
Erica: That he will never do.
Chris: Can't you see? He's having his way with you. Huh? And if he's not getting sex from you, then what is he getting from you? My advice to you is open those big, beautiful eyes of yours, think with that great head of yours. Who really is the bad guy here? Who?
Anna: This visit is getting worse by the minute.
Jack: Whoa, wait a minute. You know what? I hope we can always say anything we like to each other.
Anna: Well, that's apparent. David is trying his best. I mean, I know what you think about him, but that's -- he is.
Jack: Well, here's something I think that you may not realize. I respect what you and David have. I honestly do. Now, I also must say that I will always feel a little bit possessive and protective of you. And there's nothing I can do about that.
Anna: Well, there's nothing I can do about it, either.
Jack: You know, I just don't want you to misread my motives here. Ever since you gave me that talk about, "Jack, I think of you as a friend" --
Anna: I never said that.
Jack: Well, words to that effect.
Anna: No, I never said that.
Jack: Well, yes, you did. Words to that effect. At any rate, what I'm saying is, I moved on, in the local parlance.
Jack: Thank you.
Anna: You met someone?
Jack: Yes, I met her.
Anna: Am I allowed to ask who it is?
Jack: Yes, you're allowed to ask, as long as I'm allowed to decline to answer. It's complicated.
Anna: Good complicated or bad complicated?
Jack: Hmm, both good and bad in equal amounts, I would say.
Anna: Oh. Well, that's -- you know, you sort of look happier than you have in a while. I'm very glad. I think it's great.
Jack: Well, thank you. Thank you. Now, listen, you. Everything's going to work out fine. Leora is going to grow up to be as strong and as smart and as beautiful as her mother, ok? Ok.
Jack: You're welcome.
Anna: And, you know, don't you, that you are a very good friend?
Jack: Well, thank you. I'm -- I'm honored.
Anna: And, you know, when I do get three seconds alone, I'm going to allow myself to feel a little jealous, ok?
Jack: I revel in the thought. You take care.
Jack: Hi. It's Jack Montgomery. Listen, when you get this message, I want you to give me a call. I need a favor.
Shambala: Don't turn your test sheets over until I give the signal. As you know, this exam will take up 1/3 of your grade. I'm sure I don't have to remind you about P.V.U.'s strict honor code. And good luck.
Shambala: You may begin.
Kendall: Is it all right if we come in?
Greenlee: Please. Come in.
Mia: You know, if you want, we could run some errands.
Kendall: You know, we could get some coffee.
Simone: We could take the whole day off.
Carlos: Um -- I'm sorry. I have to go do something, so --
Mia: What happened?
Kendall: Oh, come on. Have you guys been together this whole time?
Simone: Did you guys come in to work together this morning?
Mia: You know, in the beginning, I had my doubts. Last night, your heart just didn't seem to be in it.
Kendall: Well, obviously, things changed.
Greenlee: Shut up, shut up, shut up! How old are you people?
Simone: Oh, come on.
Kendall: Tell us.
Simone: Yeah, you start talking or we won't shut up.
Greenlee: Nothing happened. Nothing. Not last night, not this morning.
Kendall: No, you were holding hands.
Mia: And that is better than kissing.
Simone: Well --
Mia: Well, you guys know what I mean.
Mia: If you guys are already at the hand-holding stage, you must have covered an awful lot of ground last night.
Greenlee: We're not at any stage. There is no stage.
Simone: Oh, I don't believe that.
Kendall: No, we saw you.
Greenlee: Roll your tongues back into your mouths and leave me alone.
Kendall: Oh, come on, you got to give us something.
Simone: Mm-hmm. We deserve at least a little crumb. I mean, after all, look at all that we have done for you two.
Greenlee: I'm not going to say another word today that doesn't have to do with cosmetics or making money from cosmetics. Is that clear?
Mia: I think she means it.
Kendall: She ain't talking.
Simone: Ok, let her be that way. I want to tell you about my hot date last night.
Kendall: Hot date? What? With who?
Mia: And when she's finished, I'm going to tell you guys who I spent the morning with.
Kendall: You, too?
Simone: Oh, this is fabulous. Do you know what this means?
Mia: There's a very good chance we might not all end up bitter, lonely old women.
Simone: Ok, I was thinking more along the lines that it's the first time in our history that the four of us actually have a real, flesh-and-blood man in our lives.
Jack: Before you even ask, no, I did not call you over here to talk about Reggie. Have a seat.
Janelle: Good. Good, because the first thing I thought was that Reggie was in trouble again.
Jack: Nope, nope, not at all. As a matter of fact, things are going, I'd say, very well. He's a smart kid, and -- don't tell him I said this -- but he actually makes me laugh.
Janelle: Yeah, well, he thinks you're pretty funny, too.
Jack: I'm sure he does.
Janelle: Ok, so why did you call me?
Jack: You know the problems that David Hayward's baby is facing, and I'm just wanting to find out a little more about this pacemaker surgery.
Janelle: What do you want to know, and why?
Jack: Well, the why is because Anna and I work together, and we're good friends. And I -- as a layman, I just am trying to understand why they haven't gone ahead and put the pacemaker in.
Janelle: They haven't?
Jack: You see, that's exactly the same reaction I had.
Janelle: I mean, I know that David was thinking about waiting. He felt very strongly about that, but I didn't realize he had made the final decision.
Jack: Let me ask you this. What do you think the wisdom is of a doctor, however brilliant, making the final decision about his own child's medical needs?
Janelle: Ordinarily, it's not advisable, no, but --
Jack: I see. But David Hayward's a special case?
Janelle: No one is more qualified. If David thinks he should wait, I'm sure he has his reasons.
Jack: Ok. Let's say he's not a brilliant doctor. What would you -- what would you tell a parent who's in that situation? Would you tell them to wait?
Janelle: Look, in this case, I am not in his league. Few doctors are.
Jack: Ok, Janelle, we know what David thinks. I want a second opinion. Yours.
Woman: Should we be heading home?
Man: Nah, once around again. Molly loves the park.
Woman: She's an outdoor girl, isn't she?
Man: Ok, Molly, once around the playground.
Anna: Oh, stop it. Leora is going to be fine. She's going to get well, and we're going to have years of happiness. Just stop it.
David: Uh-oh, Leora. Looks like Mommy's sitting in the park talking to herself. That's weird, huh? "Yeah, that's weird, mommy. What are you saying to yourself?"
Anna: I was saying hello. Saying how lucky we are. Oh, she smells so good.
David: Yeah, she does. Hi.
Kendall: So, who was your hot date last night with? Did it happen after you left Boyd?
Simone: I never left Boyd.
Simone: My date was with him.
Kendall: Oh, that's interesting.
Simone: Oh, Kendall, he wised up. I mean, finally. I mean, you, Michael. Now, anyways, I was so happy that he did. We had so much fun last night. Yeah. I mean, all we bared was our souls. We have more in common than our education. But if anything does happen, it'll definitely keep a smile on my face.
Kendall: Well, I'm happy for you.
Mia: Ok, it's my turn now.
Mia: Well, I spent a lovely morning horseback riding with Edmund Grey.
Simone: Edmund Grey? The Edmund Grey?
Kendall: Well, don't you just start at the top, girl.
Mia: Actually, there was no actual horse riding involved. I sort of chickened out, but he did offer to give me lessons.
Simone: That's good.
Simone: Yeah, actually, that's better.
Simone: Yeah. Mm-hmm. Wait, how did -- wait, what happened? How did this happen?
Mia: It's a funny story. He put out a fire that I started.
Kendall: A what?
Mia: Yeah, just a little one here in the office. Please don't tell Greenlee. Anyway, he interviewed me about Fusion for his magazine.
Mia: He came to interview you, but you weren't here.
Kendall: Oh, my God, I totally forgot about that.
Simone: See? A little more work ethic, and you could be the new mistress of Wildwind.
Mia: I don't know if that slot's open. His little daughter's on potential evil stepmother patrol.
Kendall: Oh, come on, you can totally win her over.
Simone: Oh, yeah. And then there's always bribery.
Kendall: That's true.
Mia: Yeah. Seriously, though, he's just very easy to talk to. Very sensitive guy.
Simone: Yeah, sensitive. That's what we all need. You know? At least, for a little while. Sensitive guys like Edmund Grey and Boyd Larraby --
Simone: And Carlos. We're not just being nosy, Greenlee. We want this for you.
Mia: It is a possibility, isn't it?
Kendall: What if we threaten to sing "la cucaracha"? Will you tell us something?
Greenlee: There's nothing to tell. Honestly. I'd tell you if there was.
Simone: Oh. Well, that's too bad.
Greenlee: Will you guys stop looking at me like I have two weeks to live? You know what would make me happy? If we got this company out of the red. The trick to capitalism is to make a profit, you have to spend less than you take in. We haven't quite mastered that yet.
Simone: We know that.
Kendall: We know what we're doing here.
Mia: We've been working on cutting the budget.
Simone: Yeah. I've been coming up with new outlets for our new products. You know, you're going to be really happy. You're going to see soon. You know what, Mia? I need your help because that boutique Monique -- they actually are interested in putting that -- our new line of Fusioneyes. But I need you to go and --
Greenlee: Hey, what are you going to do?
Kendall: I'm going to do the best thing that I could possibly do for this company. I am going to cheer you up so you can work.
Greenlee: I don't need cheering up.
Kendall: Greenlee, come on, if you're disappointed about last night --
Greenlee: Last night meant nothing. I have a company to run, and getting involved with someone like Carlos is out of the question.
Greenlee: Carlos, you have a terrible habit of sneaking up on people.
Carlos: Sorry. I won't do that again.
Kendall: Carlos, she didn't mean what she said. I know her, and she --
Greenlee: Just shut your pie hole! Haven't the three of you done enough harm already? Carlos -- Carlos? I'm sorry.
Anna: Oh, I thought you were going to go home.
David: Well, I changed my mind, ok?
Anna: You did? I'm so glad you did because it's the perfect day for her to be out. Down.
David: Yeah, it is. You know, you're right every once in a while.
Anna: I want that recorded.
David: Good luck. I admit to nothing. I don't know. It's just a nice day. I thought, you know, maybe you're right. Maybe she should get some fresh air, some sunshine. I'm sorry about our fight earlier.
Anna: Me, too.
David: And I know I've been acting really crazy lately. You know, especially when it comes to Leora. And I know it's not helping her. And, well, it's certainly not helping us.
Anna: Well, we're learning, right?
David: Yeah. Yeah. So, what do you say we just relax and enjoy the rest of the day? Just like Leora.
Anna: She is enjoying it, aren't you?
David: Yes, she is. She likes the sun on her face.
Anna: Yeah. Feels good. I like it, too.
David: You should have seen her. So smart. You should have seen her. She was taking everything in the park in earlier.
Anna: Oh, my goodness.
Anna: No, no, no -- she's smart. She's the smartest kid in the park, I swear.
David: Yes, she is. That's right. Hey, baby.
Janelle: You are asking me to second-guess one of the best cardiologists in the world.
Jack: Ok, fair enough. Look, let's just say, for the sake of argument, that you don't have David's pedigree. Fine. But let's say that your child had the problem that Leora has. What would you do? Would you wait? Would you wait to implant that pacemaker? Janelle?
Janelle: No. I wouldn't take the chance. But I am not in David's class. I still think he's wrong.
Maria: I don't know. Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had to be at work.
Aidan: Oh, I couldn't -- I couldn't go. I was just biting my nails down to nothing, really.
Maria: How cute are you. You were nervous for me.
Maria: You were nervous.
Maria: No? Yes, you were.
Aidan: How did you do?
Maria: Ok. Well, I think that -- I think I didn't humiliate myself.
Aidan: So the secret weapon worked, huh?
Maria: It did. It did, indeed. But the secret weapon was not the pencil. It was you. Most definitely you.
Aidan: Well done, darling.
Maria: Thank you.
Aidan: Come on, let's go and get some lunch.
Shambala: I suggest you start wrapping it up. I'll be calling time in a few minutes.
Michael: Absolutely. Right. 9:00 A.M. Geneva time. Yes, I'm sure you'll like the parks that we have to offer.
[Knock on door]
Michael: Yeah, well, there are different locations that you can --
Erica: Hang up the phone. I'm on to you, Michael.
Erica: Baiting Chris? Provoking him with the flowers, with the card, and then coming to me and trying to get me to doubt the man in intend to marry?
Michael: Ok. Erica, why don't we sit down so we can calmly discuss what you're talking about here.
Erica: No, there is nothing more to talk about. No more discussion. I'm here to warn you. I don't know what you're after. But whatever it is, you will not win. And if you don't leave Pine Valley right now, you will be so sorry that you ever took me on.
>> On the next "All My Children"
Greenlee: I don't know why I said that last night didn't mean anything to me because it did.
Regina: Nice going. You found some other sucker to cheat off?
Henry: It's not what you think.
Regina: Someday, you'll really get nailed.
Michael: I had no idea that you were so emotional.
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