All My Children Transcript Friday 4/11/03
Proofread by Gisele
>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Maria: I love you so much, Aidan. That's the only thing I really do know.
Mia: She loves her mom, and so do you. You should be true to your heart.
Henry: Everything's so messed up right now. Maybe we shouldn't do this.
David: You're a good mother.
Anna: You don't sound very convinced.
Jack: I've asked you to marry me, Erica. I'd like an answer, but I'm not going to beg for one. The next move is yours, sweetheart.
Maggie: See, that should be you up there.
Henry: Yeah, when you own the club.
Maggie: I'm not kidding.
Henry: Forget it. No way.
Aidan: Come on, let's go and raid the bar.
Henry: All right, another cranberry and soda?
Maggie: Oh, please. Thank you.
Maria: Thank you. Well, Henry seems pretty solid. How are you two doing?
Maggie: So far so good. Just, you know, he always has this "man of mystery" thing going.
Maria: Yeah. Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.
Brooke: Yeah, I need those ad specs as soon as you can get them to me. Yeah. Yeah, thanks no, no, it -- it is good to be back.
Edmund: Is it really?
Brooke: Yeah, it is. You know, I've got a few things to straighten out here and on the home front.
Edmund: Yeah, well, I heard about Jamie's run-in with Laurie's father.
Brooke: Well, I ran into some of the fallout at home.
Edmund: I'm sorry, Brooke.
Brooke: You're sorry? Please. Tell me something pleasant, ok?
Edmund: Ahem. Well, I wanted to talk to you before the office rumor mill did any damage.
Brooke: Are you trying to scare me?
Edmund: No, no. No, listen, I -- well, you know, I was doing that article about Fusion?
Brooke: Oh, yeah, the upstart company that's challenging the cosmetic giants.
Edmund: Right, right.
Edmund: And while I was conducting the interviews, I went out with Mia Saunders a few times.
Brooke: Excuse me?
Edmund: Mia and I went out.
Brooke: Edmund, gee, I hate to break this to you, but your personal life -- as long as it doesn't affect your objectivity as far as being a journalist -- is none of my concern. So this is the last time that I want an update on your love life. Ok?
Mia: Oh, is Colby asleep?
Liza: Yes, after watching, for the 115th time, that video.
Mia: Hmm. Well, I stopped by the Taj Mahal, and I got us some shrimp korma and some lamb madras and some of those little fortune cookie things --
Liza: Oh, you got a phone call. He couldn't get through on your cell.
Mia: Oh, I know. I turned it off. The Fusion lawsuit is stupid. Was it a lawyer or a reporter?
Liza: It was Jake.
Anna: Is that another mobile?
David: Yeah. This one's better than the other ones. Plays three different songs.
Anna: Ok, well, hurry up and get changed. You can do that in the morning.
David: We're not going out.
Anna: Yes, we are.
David: No, we're not. The babysitter's not coming. I just got off the phone with the agency.
Anna: I didn't hear the phone.
David: That's because I called them.
Anna: You canceled the sitter?
David: Leora's too much for them to handle right now.
Anna: But she's a trained nurse.
David: Yes, I know, I know, and you've left her with her before. But why risk it, Anna? We could have a nice, romantic dinner here. I'll make some pasta. We'll have a great time.
Anna: Oh, come on, David, I want to go out. I don't want to stay in with you and your sweats and bow tie pasta and Mama Dilly's famed sausage sauce. That's not what I wanted to do. Please.
David: Anna, come on. I mean, what is more important -- going out to dinner or staying home and taking care of our daughter?
Anna: Oh, you're not going to pull that one on me. I won't put up with it.
Erica: Mm-hmm, yes, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Ok, Yvette? But here's my problem. These shades are just way too close to last season's, making them neither fresh nor bold. Should I change my ad campaign to "same old same old"? What do I suggest? A trip to the ophthalmologist because you're going colorblind. Well, some shimmer, some -- some shine, something to set these apart from the others, Yvette.
Erica: What is that smell?
Myrtle: You recognize your mother's meat stew with winter vegetables?
Erica: Well, of course I do, but I just never expected to smell that in my office. What is that thing?
Myrtle: That is my crock-pot.
Erica: Oh. That's a crock-pot?
Myrtle: Yes, that's a crock-pot. Do you have a couple of mugs I could serve it in?
Erica: No, Myrtle, please -- thank you. It's very, very thoughtful of you, but I have no time for this right now.
Myrtle: Darling, you have to take time to have a real last, hearty meal before winter turns to spring --
Erica: Yeah, one last meal -- you have no idea how ironic that is.
Myrtle: Listen, darling, I had an idea. It's time you and I had a chat and a bite together.
Erica: Myrtle, listen to me, ok? My life is falling apart.
Erica: So, no amount of carny wisdom and my mother's beef stew is going to fix that.
Myrtle: Honey, honey, that stew is just my -- my ticket to get in here. I mean, Val just nearly fainted when he saw me lugging that thing around to give you a beautiful surprise.
Erica: Well, ok, I am surprised, and congratulations, but I don't have time for this right now.
Myrtle: Well, sweetheart, you're going to make time because you and I are going to talk turkey.
Jack: Thank you. Thank you all very much. Thanks. I've decided to go ahead and give you that $50,000.
Reggie: Yo, what is your problem? You can't be sneaking up on me like that, man.
Jack: Take the headphones off. Somebody might get hurt.
Jack: Take the headphones off. Somebody might get hurt.
Reggie: Look, this is all that's keeping me awake. If I go to sleep, then somebody can really get hurt.
Jack: Off. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Where you going? There's still plenty to do here.
Reggie: Look, I was in charge of making sure all the boxes got here. The boxes are here.
Jack: Yes, and how did you get that cushy job, anyway?
Reggie: With my natural charm, of course.
Jack: Your natural charm, of course?
Reggie: Yes. Look, man, you have an army of people here doing all the charitable stuff -- the painting, the moving of the boxes --
Jack: You're not going anywhere, Reggie, until this job is done.
Reggie: Look, why can't you just let me go? I wish your woman would just come by here, drop you off some of that little sweet stuff, and maybe you'd just lighten up a bit, huh?
Myrtle: Darling, this building is buzzing with talk about you and Chris.
Erica: I know. "Stamp canceled."
Myrtle: Oh, those darn -- those darn tabloids. No wonder you're mad.
Erica: No, actually, I'm very calm. I'm very clear-thinking. I set up a press conference so I could rise from the ashes on the evening news. Won't stop the gossip. Nothing will.
Myrtle: Who gives a damn about gossip? You never do.
Erica: Hmm. Oh, boy, I miss my mother.
Myrtle: I know. Well, that's why I'm here pinch-hitting for her.
Erica: You going to tell me what to do, Myrtle?
Myrtle: Maybe. But first, tell me -- is the engagement between you and Chris really over?
Erica: Yeah, it is. It's over. Over and dead.
Myrtle: Oh, darling. Well, you're going to have to work through the pain, I guess.
Erica: Oh, I know -- really damaging headlines and -- and the humiliating coverage on the entertainment programs.
Myrtle: Oh, honey, that's not giving you pain.
Erica: Not really. But I'm hurting, Myrtle. I mean, I am really hurting so badly.
Myrtle: Yes, yes, I know you are. I know you are. I know you are.
Myrtle: Listen, darling. That foolish heart of yours has always been your downfall.
Erica: I know. But why can't I just get over it?
Myrtle: Darling, there's nothing wrong with looking for love, you know.
Erica: Yeah, well, why can't I keep it, Myrtle? I mean, Chris is gone -- from me, anyhow.
Myrtle: Maybe -- maybe Chris' love is not what you were meant to keep.
Erica: Oh, Myrtle, I loved him. I -- I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
Myrtle: I know you did.
Erica: And -- and the breakup was not entirely my fault.
Myrtle: No, I'm sure -- I'm sure Chris did his part.
Erica: No, not Chris. Jack. Jack wouldn't leave me alone.
Myrtle: Oh. Oh. Well, finally we come to Jack.
Erica: Oh, Jack. Jack is impossible. Myrtle, what can I do about him?
Myrtle: Well, I think you can either love him or let him go completely.
David: Look, I'll interview some qualified applicants. I'll find us a proper sitter, all right?
Anna: In the next 10 minutes?
David: What is the big deal? What, you can't wait one or two weeks to go to dinner at the Valley Inn?
Anna: No, it's not -- it is not just a date. You seem to be putting our lives on hold.
David: Who's putting anything on hold? This is our life, Anna.
Anna: The babysitter is qualified. She's raised three children of her own, for God's sake.
David: Well, bully for her. Does either one of her children have a heart condition like Leora's?
Anna: She's a nurse! That's not the point.
David: It is the point! It's every bit the point!
Anna: We're going out for two hours. We have cell phones. We need to unwind and relax and have an adult meal with an adult conversation. I thought maybe we could come back and have sex for the first time since Leora was born. But, no, you make a unilateral decision, you know, and then that's that. It's really annoying.
David: Anna, we can have a romantic evening here. I'll even dress for the occasion, all right?
David: You look beautiful, by the way.
Anna: Thank you.
David: Leora should sleep for another hour or so. When she wakes up, I'll change her, I'll feed her, and I'll put her down.
Anna: What, I can't change her and feed her and put her down, for goodness' sakes?
David: Of course you can.
Anna: I can't go out for a two-hour dinner because I am such an inept mother?
David: Oh, that's silly. I -- come on. I let you look after Leora all the time.
Anna: Did you hear yourself? You let me.
David: That's not what I meant, and you know it.
Anna: You need to rethink everything, David, or we're going to have a very different conversation soon, one that you don't want to have.
David: Is that a threat?
Anna: Yeah. You didn't recognize it?
David: Wait -- are you threatening to leave me?
Anna: No. If you can't cope with Leora the way that she is, then I'm going to take the advice of another surgeon and get her a pacemaker.
Anna: Yeah, because she deserves a normal life --
David: Don't you dare --
Anna: So do I.
David: Throw this at me like this. Don't do that.
Anna: You are so afraid of being wrong that you won't do what's right, for any of us!
Aidan: Hey, guys.
Maggie: Thank you.
Aidan: So, how did the Chemistry midterm go?
Maggie: I aced it, just like Maria and Henry.
Maria: No, I didn't -- I didn't ace it. I think I just barely passed it.
Aidan: Stop it, you.
Maria: No, it's true. Actually, you know, Henry's supposed to be the top -- the top student in class. That's what Shambala told me.
Henry: I'm going to go order some fries or something. I'll be right back.
Maggie: Me, too. Excuse us.
Aidan: Did you notice something weird between those two?
Maria: Yeah, something weird just went down, didn't it?
Maggie: Henry, you aced the exam, too.
Henry: Yeah, by copying from your paper.
Maggie: You knew the material just as well as I did.
Henry: I still would've flunked.
Maggie: How many times do I have to remind you it's just because you had a panic attack? Come on -- you are brilliant. And I'm sorry, but no exam is going to change that, and nobody can take that from you.
Henry: You kept me in the program, Maggie.
Maggie: I'd do it again in a minute.
Maria: I don't know. They're young and I don't -- I don't know what I'm thinking. If I go back to medical school, it's really rough. And there's the residency and the 48-hour shifts.
Aidan: No -- medicine is still your thing. I think you should go for it. Besides, you'll be standing way after those kids have been run into the ground.
Maria: Aw. Said like my biggest fan.
Aidan: That's right. And I'll be cheering until you can't take it anymore.
Maria: How did I get so lucky?
Aidan: I don't know.
Maria: I don't know. I'm very lucky. Hmm.
Brooke: Uh -- you didn't have to stick around.
Edmund: Brooke, I owe you an explanation.
Brooke: I don't need one.
Brooke: I've kept track. I sort of fooled you into going through with our marriage, and then Maria came back and you chose her, and then Maria chose Aidan, and then you chose Mia. Did I miss anything?
Edmund: It's not that simple.
Brooke: What, it was difficult hooking up with Mia?
Edmund: That's not what I meant.
Brooke: Edmund, you know, you and I have lived in this town, we've worked together at this magazine, and everything has been fine. And now you're seeing Mia, so congratulations.
Edmund: Brooke, that's not what I'm after.
Brooke: Well, what, then? Tears, angst? You know, I really can't go there again.
Edmund: I don't want you to.
Brooke: I have a lot on my plate right now. All right? There's my son's romantic personal life. I think if I have to deal with yours, it's going to --
Edmund: Brooke, I don't --
Brooke: Put me over the edge.
Edmund: I don't want to draw you into my personal life, ok?
Brooke: Well, then, what are you after? Because I would like to give whatever it is you want so you'd be satisfied so you could get out of here and I could get back to business.
Edmund: Look, I just wanted to tell you before the office turned this into the romance of the century, that I went out with Mia Saunders a few times and that's all.
Brooke: Ok. But your dates, you know, are none of my concern. Got it?
[Answering machine beeps]
Liza: I was just screening the calls, and I heard his voice on the machine. I didn't pick up. Are you ok?
Mia: Yeah, I'm fine. My ex calls to tell me where he wants his mail sent. It's no biggie. It's just practical stuff. You want some?
Liza: No, thanks.
Mia: How am I? I am -- I'm completely over Jake, that cheating creep.
Liza: So you're -- you're over him?
Mia: Yeah, of course. Do I have any choice?
Liza: Well, Mia, I mean, it happened sort of unexpectedly. It didn't happen that long ago. You don't have to put up a brave front or anything.
Mia: Look, listen, I'm just moving on with my life, that's all. And, no, not with Edmund Grey. That's just sort of a rebound thing, you know? Sort of a three-day infatuation thing to take my mind off things and set me in the right direction.
Liza: So you're not seeing Edmund anymore?
Mia: No. Why? I mean, do you have a problem with me seeing Edmund?
David: This is ridiculous. You know, all this drama because I'd rather stay home with my daughter than go out to dinner.
Anna: I'm not going to dignify that with a response.
David: I mean, come on! What is -- that -- that was absurd. You think that I'm afraid to be wrong? Do you honestly believe that I don't want my daughter to go into surgery because I'm afraid?
Anna: David, she's our daughter. She's not just yours.
David: She means everything to me, Anna --
Anna: And that's the problem.
Jack: And that'll be enough of that kind of talk, young man.
Reggie: Are you going to send me home, huh, Jack? Make me go to sleep without any supper?
Jack: No, I won't. But I will ask you to do this -- keep your nose out of my personal business. And I want you to take this box here. I want you to take it in the office, put it on the desk, and I do not want you to try to con any of the other volunteers to do your job.
Reggie: I didn't con anybody in the first place.
Jack: You know what? I've been the D.A. for a long time. I've heard all the stories. Go, please?
Reggie: Oh, yeah, I forgot -- I can't pull a fast one, right, on Jack. Nobody except that Enchantment chic.
Joni: Mr. Montgomery. Hey.
Jack: Hi, Joni. No more run-ins with the law, I hope?
Joni: No, my church group is helping out with the project.
Jack: Well, that's very nice.
Joni: What's he doing here?
Jack: Well, not much, I'm afraid.
Reggie: I'm busting my hump, that's all.
Jack: Yes, Reggie's working.
Reggie: You don't have to translate for her. She speaks English. She's not that slow.
Jack: Reggie, you realize that Joni's parents are big supporters of this program.
Jack: So be nice, please. He gives you any trouble, you let me know, ok?
Reggie: And what if she gives me trouble?
Jack: You let me know.
Reggie: Juvie's got to be a day at the beach compared to this.
Joni: Oh, not like that day at the park where you and your gangster friend traumatized little Maddie Grey.
Reggie: I said I was sorry. I said I was sorry.
Joni: We don't need gang members hanging around here.
Reggie: I'm not a gang member, all right, Miss Church Lady? And I don't need your sanctified, high-holy self ragging on me. Oh -- damn.
Joni: Ah -- guess you're not a gang member -- a little too delicate.
Reggie: I took this beating for you, you --
Joni: Wait, beating? Did that guy at the park -- did he beat you up after we left?
Erica: Give him up? You think I should back off from Jack? Well, I have. Myrtle, I have tried.
Myrtle: Many times.
Erica: Yes, but he's always there.
Erica: He's always hanging around. He's always waiting for me to fall in love with somebody else so that he can just swoop in and ruin my life.
Myrtle: Doesn't sound like the Jack I know.
Erica: Well, you don't know him the way I do.
Myrtle: No, I don't. But if I did, I'd reel him in and I'd hang on to him.
Erica: Well, you can have him.
Myrtle: And so can you if you want him. But if you don't, it's time you made a complete break.
Erica: I have tried. Jack won't let me.
Myrtle: Have you really tried?
Erica: Myrtle, he's Bianca's uncle. How am I going to just cut him out of my life?
Myrtle: You could if you wanted to.
Erica: You think I like this? You think I like him shattering my happiness?
Myrtle: I think you like Jack. I think maybe you love Jack.
Erica: It's all very complicated.
Myrtle: It's complicated, darling, because you make it so.
Erica: Oh, Myrtle, you just have no idea.
Myrtle: I do have an idea. Now that you've lost Chris, you're terrified.
Erica: Yeah, I sure am. I am terrified of being alone.
Myrtle: You're terrified of being with Jack. You're -- you're terrified of making a complete commitment, of saying the "I dos."
Erica: Well, if I wanted to spend my life with Jack, then I wouldn't be afraid.
Myrtle: Oh, honey, honey, honey. Listen, darling, every -- every time, every single time one of your romances hits the fan, you turn to Jack. Jack is your go-to guy. But don't you see -- if Jack is the man that you're with, he's not going to be standing around waiting to pick the pieces.
Erica: Oh, my God. Oh, Myrtle. You're right.
Myrtle: Well, of course I'm right. Did you think I was just an old crackpot with a crock-pot?
Erica: , Myrtle, if I had Jack as the number one man in my life --
Myrtle: As the only man in your life.
Erica: Ok, as the only man in my life, as the right one --
Erica: Then I wouldn't need another man in a "fall back guy" position, would I?
Myrtle: No, no. Not if you could forget the poison that your daddy put in your head.
Erica: Oh, not my father, please. Not again. Jack blames him, too.
Myrtle: Jack is quite right. Your daddy brainwashed you into believing that you could never, never hold a man.
Erica: Well, I've proven him right so far, haven't I?
Myrtle: Yeah. Well, now you can show that he's wrong.
Myrtle: By showing yourself that you can be happy, that you can have a man and hold him.
Erica: Well, Myrtle, I mean, there's no shortage of men, thank God. I do still have my looks, but that's --
Myrtle: Oh, come on, come on. Your power is not in your looks. People are attracted to you because of your strength, your resilience. You could have any man you want.
Erica: Well, that's not what I'm after. I really want happiness.
Myrtle: Yeah, I know. You want one man to fill your heart, the one that you say good night to every night.
Myrtle: Well, then, ask yourself -- if you give your heart to Jack and it turns out not to be permanent -- you lose him -- can you really show yourself that you have not lost yourself?
Erica: You mean that I wouldn't have given up my power?
Myrtle: Exactly. Darling, you have everything it takes to be happy inside yourself, where it counts.
Anna: You know, we made Leora -- you and I. She's ours. I don't know when that changed. I feel like I'm being shut out of the picture.
David: That is not true, Anna. It's not true. Leora means everything to me because she came from you. And you're right -- yes, we created her. I -- I didn't mean to exclude you, I swear.
Anna: You do, David -- you really do -- all the time.
David: I'm sorry, ok? I am sorry. No more unilateral decisions where Leora is concerned anymore, ok? I swear. And now, about that romantic dinner -- I can even make the pasta sauce from scratch if you want, ok?
Anna: I don't want to get food poisoning.
David: Look, we really need to mellow out. We really do. So why don't we just open up a nice bottle of wine. We'll lay down by the fire. We'll have a great time, ok?
Anna: Wine is good.
David: Yeah. And I don't want to waste this really sexy dress.
Anna: You want to put it on?
David: No. Take it off.
David: Oh -- no, no, no. No, it's ok. I'll -- I'll get her. I'm coming, darling. One minute.
Mia: You have a problem with me dating Edmund? Why didn't you say so before?
Liza: I don't disapprove of you seeing Edmund. I -- I -- I don't think I necessarily trust that Edmund's ready for a relationship.
Mia: Well, that's ok, because we're not in one.
Liza: There you go.
Mia: We both realized that the timing was off, and so we bailed. So at least it was mutual this time.
Liza: You know, I don't know why you're pretending that this doesn't mean anything to you.
Mia: Come on, it's not the end of the world.
Liza: Mia, Colby told me that Edmund and Maddie came to visit today.
Mia: Yeah? So?
Liza: So stop for a second. You're acting like a replacement mommy --
Mia: Oh, no.
Liza: Or something. Now, wait a minute. Maybe Maddie is filling a spot of pain and loss for you -- for not having William.
Mia: I don't know. Maybe. Maybe a little.
Liza: And maybe Edmund is keeping your mind off Jake.
Mia: Well, is that so terrible?
Liza: No, but if Maria gets her memory back, she's going to want Edmund back, too. And I don't want to see you suffer that kind of loss all over again.
Edmund: So, from now on, we just keep it strictly co-workers, professionals?
Brooke: Thank you.
Edmund: And in time, maybe we'll learn to be really good friends again.
Brooke: I didn't stop loving you, Edmund. I just stopped expecting you to come back.
Edmund: I'm sorry -- for everything.
Brooke: So am I.
Brooke: Timing is everything. Hello. Yeah, I just saw them. Why didn't you have them there before? It's fine, it's fine. No, I'll come down. It's fine.
Brooke: Be careful -- but not too careful -- because life is too short to stop taking chances.
Maria: So you and Henry starting to get kind of serious?
Maggie: Well, I think we are.
Maria: You're not sure about Henry?
Maggie: I don't know. It's just so hard to know what he's thinking.
Maria: Well, you know, some guys are just naturally sort of --
Maria: Well, I have to say I was kind of watching you, and it seems like he really does want to break down the walls, but -- he's a guy. It's kind of hard for them, I think.
Maggie: Yeah, thanks to his mother.
Maria: So it's not just the pressure to want to succeed?
Maggie: No, it's because -- well, she equates being a doctor with being successful. Meanwhile, I mean, Henry has this artist trapped inside, crying to get out.
Henry: Wait -- so that second piece -- are there lyrics to that?
Man: I'm lucky I could get the melody down.
Henry: You wrote that? That's yours?
Man: Still writing.
Henry: Sometimes it's -- it's like the tunes are alive and they won't let you end them.
Man: Yeah. Drives my girl crazy. Got to find her. Later?
Henry: Yeah, later.
Aidan: He's really good, huh?
Henry: Yeah, he's really good.
Aidan: Yeah, don't worry about it. He'll be coming to Dr. Chin for some sprained fingers in a couple years. Come on, let's go hit the bar. Can I get another round of drinks for the table over there? Cheers. So you play and write music, too?
Henry: Well, a little bit. I never really studied.
Aidan: Oh. You know, you get to that.
Henry: I don't play for other people.
Aidan: Isn't that like painting and not showing other people your pictures?
Henry: I'm not really that good. I played for Maggie a couple of times, and it just made me all nervous.
Aidan: Oh, you'll get used to performing.
Henry: Yeah, well, not me.
Aidan: So you're -- you're really not going to take it anywhere?
Henry: Ok, like, it's not practical. Medicine -- now, that's practical. You know, it's going to be my life.
Aidan: Well, you know, sometimes life doesn't count for much if you don't follow your dream. I'll see you back at the table.
Joni: How bad did that creep hurt you? Did you call the police? Did you report it?
Reggie: I didn't take a beating for you. I was just tired of lugging these boxes around. I thought I'd try out my injured act on you first.
Joni: You were -- you were faking?
Reggie: Yeah. You think if I show it to Jack he might let me out of this place?
Joni: You wish.
Reggie: Yeah, I do. Knock yourself out, ok? Knock yourself out.
Joni: Anything to get away from you.
Jack: Spreading around more of that natural charm, I see.
Reggie: Yes, the natural charm.
Reggie: Not St. Joni. You'd need a blowtorch to melt all that ice.
Jack: So why don't you just leave it alone, ok?
Reggie: Do you have to ask? And here I thought Jack was the man with all the answers.
Jack: Not me, son. Not me.
Myrtle: What's that?
Erica: It's from Jack. Just look at it.
Myrtle: What are you going to do with it -- wear it or use it as a paperweight?
Erica: Oh, Myrtle -- a week ago, I was wearing Chris' ring.
Myrtle: Yeah, and the finger's empty, not ready for another jewel.
Erica: I don't know, Myrtle. I don't know what I want. I don't know what I want, what I feel, what I need. I don't know what anything means anymore.
Myrtle: Darling, darling, darling, you're going to find out real soon. And then you'll have your answer. Jack will have his.
Myrtle: When it's right. Hey, do you suppose Mona is smiling down at us?
Erica: She's smiling at you. She's fed up with me.
Myrtle: Well, maybe a teeny bit. But I know she'd want me to give you this. I know how much love her, darling. I love her, too, you know.
Erica: And I can't think of a better stand-in than you.
Myrtle: Hey, keep your chin up. Remember to trust yourself and remember your power.
Erica: Thanks, Myrtle. Oh -- don't forget your crock-pot.
Myrtle: Well, I'll stop by in a few days and pick it up, and you can bring me up-to-date, ok?
Erica: Thanks, Myrtle.
Mia: If Maureen does regain her memory and goes running back to Edmund, it won't be my problem. It'll be Aidan's. I'm not in the mix, so, you know, it doesn't matter to me.
Liza: I'm going to go check on Colby.
[Knock on door]
David: Well, her diaper's cleaned and changed. Once we get her a bottle, we're good to go, ok?
Anna: Ok, I'll get it.
David: No, no, no. Just relax. Here -- go ahead. Start on the wine. Ok?
Anna: Can I get a straw?
Jack: Anna, how have you been?
Anna: Ok. Hi.
Jack: Listen, I was wondering if you'd be available for dinner anytime soon -- you know, just to kind of catch up.
Anna: Actually, I'm available right now.
Erica: Oh, mother, please, tell me this is going to turn out right. Please.
Mia: Edmund. Why are you here?
Edmund: To kiss you, I think.
Mia: You think?
Edmund: I'd like your reaction to that idea.
Mia: I think that my reaction to the kiss would be more important, don't you?
Edmund: I think -- I think we're thinking too much.
Mia: I think so, too.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Maria: I'm really scared, and I need your help.
Tad: What about dinner and a movie? Or is that a little tame for you?
Edmund: You suggesting we just fool around?
Chris: Let it go.
Jack: Let what go?
Chris: The idea of marrying Erica.
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