AMC Transcript Monday 7/7/03


All My Children Transcript Monday 7/7/03

Provided By Suzanne
Proofread by Gisele

Previously on "All My Children" --

Henry: I just got a job with a band, Maggie. Let's go to S.O.S. and celebrate.

Maggie: Yeah, I don't think so.

Carlos: You used me, Greenlee, so now we're over.

Bianca: Can you ever forgive me for walking away from you?

Michael: My attorneys will have these charges dropped before you know it. I owe each of you a very special debt.

Simone: Oh, Mia, will you do me a favor and will you get rid of every single one of these tapes from my sight?

Mia: What's wrong? You can't take the heat?

Simone: Every circuit in my body is on overload. I mean, I feel like I'm spiking a fever.

Mia: And all these hot bods are just fanning the flames.

Simone: You know, what do you do when mercury's rising and there's not one man in sight?

Mia: I stand naked in front of the freezer with a quart of mocha almond fudge.

Simone: Well, I don't need a brain freeze. I need a man. Not the rabbit, but a real live flesh-and-blood man.

Mia: A man in shivers under the sheet -- and a quart of mocha almond fudge.

Simone: You know, I bet Carlos is giving Greenlee the chills right now.

Mia: Oh, I bet he is.

Simone: Such a lucky girl.

Mia: Mm-hmm.

Simone: Hey. What are you doing here?

Mia: Where's Carlos?

Greenlee: To hell with Carlos.

Boyd: Here you go, Myrtle. One martini, neat.

Myrtle: Oh, Lordy! Oh, thank you.

Boyd: Cheers.

Myrtle: Cheers.

Bartender: Hi. Stop by to beat the heat?

Carlos: Oh, yeah. I like it hot.

Bartender: So do I. What's your pleasure?

Carlos: Tequila, mescal.

Bartender: Oh, you do like it hot.

Maggie: There you guys are.

Boyd: Hey.

Maggie: Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Myrtle: Oh, that's ok. Listen, you're not late. Henry and his hot boys are just getting ready to set up.

Boyd: Myrtle, the name of the band is Frequency.

Myrtle: Oh, oh, Fre-- oh. Well, I tell you, one of the boys from Frequency is coming in loud and clear.

Tia: Henry, with you as my front man and me on the keys, we are going to rock.

Boyd: Well, Maggie, did you hear about Michael Cambias?

Maggie: No. What? Tell me.

Boyd: He's busted, again. Only word is this time he's going down and he's going to stay down.

Myrtle: Finally!

Boyd: I propose a toast -- long may he rot in prison.

Officer: Ok, Cambias. We got a cell in the hottest section waiting.

Michael: What about my phone call to my lawyer?

Officer: You heard the D.A. This one goes strictly by the book.

Second Officer: No ticket to freedom, because one of P. V.'s finest blew it.

Kendall: Is this it, Erica?

Erica: What?

Kendall: Is this the day where you actually thank me for bringing down Michael? They're together, Erica. Accept it.

Erica: Look, why can't you just mind your own business? Adam. Adam, what are you doing here?

Adam: I understand the police caught Michael Cambias along with my embezzling C.F.O.

Erica: If you are here to bail out Michael Cambias again, I swear to you, I will come after you with everything I have.

Adam: Erica, Erica, no. I'm not here to bail him out. I'm here to bury him.


Adam: So, you see, Erica, there is no way in hell Cambias is going to walk away from this.

Erica: Well, Adam, it sounds like you've laid the groundwork for an airtight case.

Adam: Well, Lena has done the lion's share. She's very brave and very determined.

Erica: Yeah. Determined. That's what she is.

Adam: Well, I have to go see Montgomery and give him my deposition. Are you sure you're all right here alone?

Erica: Well, of course. I mean, I'm hardly alone.

Adam: Yeah, of course. Well, I guess we'll see each other in court.

Lena: Kendall -- thank you. I owe you my freedom.

Kendall: What, you're thanking little old me?

Lena: Yes. I mean, really, tracking down Bob Barrett all the way down in the Caymans, bringing him back here to turn state's evidence against Michael -- it's incredible.

Kendall: Well, I didn't do it alone.

Lena: Well, you did it, and I'm so grateful.

Bianca: Me, too. Kendall, you really came through for Lena and for me.

Kendall: Yeah, well, what are big sisters for?

Bianca: No. I'm beginning to figure that out.

Erica: Well, it's been quite a night. Lena, I deeply regret the ordeal you went through. I know that a jail cell is the scariest place on the planet, and when you're falsely accused -- well, I am very, very thankful that all of this is over for you.

Lena: Thank you. Thank you, Erica, for being so understanding.

Erica: Oh, well -- look, I, for one, am just exhausted. Bianca, why don't you let me drop you at Myrtle's, you know, before this storm breaks out, ok? Better yet, why don't you spend the night with me? Spend the night. We'll have hot chocolate and we'll have marshmallows and we'll catch up.

Bianca: Oh, thank you, Mom, but -- actually, I already have plans tonight. See you tomorrow.

Kendall: Well, anyone else up for a hot-chocolate mother-daughter combo? Didn't think so. Well, good night, Erica. Sleep tight.

Erica: Oh --


[Erica gasps]

Greenlee: Stupid bracelets, stupid earrings, stupid broken air conditioning.

Mia: Greenlee, you're supposed to be at a country hideaway with Carlos.

Simone: Yeah, the ultimate romantic getaway. I mean, Carlos had it arranged. It was supposed to be a night of no return, no holding back.

Greenlee: Oh, Carlos didn't hold back. He told me exactly what he thinks of me.

Mia: He adores you. He lusts after you in two different languages.

Simone: He went to all this trouble to make tonight --

Greenlee: What? One I'd never forget? Well, he certainly did that. Oh, yeah, he did. It's going to take me a long time to recover from this.

Mia: Well, stop ranting and tell us what happened.

Greenlee: Ok. Ok, let me set the scene for you. This rustic, romantic country inn. I walk in, there's champagne on ice, there's roses everywhere. The only thing missing was Carlos.

Mia: He stood her -- he stood you up?

Greenlee: Oh, no, no, no, no. He showed up, looking so drop-dead gorgeous I nearly passed out.

Simone: Ok, Greenlee, what happened?

Greenlee: Carlos morphed from Don Juan into Ferdinand, the bull, ready to gore me because I wasn't this perfect saintly person that I never was to begin with.

Simone: Ah, well.

Greenlee: Just some stupid figment of his macho grande imagination.

Mia: I think they had a fight.

Simone: Gee, you think?

Mia: Mm-hmm.

Greenlee: Judgmental jerk. He went all holier-than-thou because that stupid cosmetics counter switch at Laceyís.

Mia: Oh, Carlos found out that you blackmailed Mrs. Lacey.

Greenlee: That old cow Diane must have gone running to him with her girdle in a twist.

Simone: Oh, Greenlee, I am so sorry. I thought Carlos already knew about you putting the squeeze on the old Lacey broad.

Greenlee: Simone?

Simone: I know.

Greenlee: You're the one who ratted me out?

Simone: It was not on purpose. I mean, I tried to call you. I mean, Carlos was here and we were talking --

Greenlee: Oh, but you couldn't keep your big bazoo shut? How could you do this? How could you ruin this night? You knew how much it meant to me.

Simone: I -- look, I --

Greenlee: You know what? It's bad enough that Carlos turned on me, but what do you expect? He's a man, but you? Simone, I was finally beginning to trust you. You know what? You get out of my face. You clear your desk. You are fired, and that's final.


Simone: Greenlee, this is so unfair.

Greenlee: Oh, as unfair as you stabbing me in the back. You've been hot forever for Carlos. You shot me down so you'd get another chance.

Simone: When have I ever had a chance with Carlos? I could lap dance for the guy until my thighs are raw and he wouldn't even notice me. The only woman in the world in this life that he wants is you.

Bartender: You're thirsty tonight.

Carlos: Just catching up with an old friend.

Bartender: You want to watch it with that mescal. It can get all wicked on you.

Carlos: Oh, I'm ready for something wicked.

Bartender: I'll just bet you are.

Carlos: Carlos. And you are?

Bartender: Suzanne.

Carlos: Suzanne. Suzanne, Suzanne, Suzanne. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Can I buy you a drink?

Suzanne: Maybe. After work.

Carlos: That's a deal.

Suzanne: So, what's your story?

Carlos: Story?

Suzanne: Everyone who comes in here has got a story.

Carlos: I've got more than one, but tonight, I relax, enjoy the music and the tequila. Can you help me do that?

Suzanne: Absolutely.

Carlos: Gracias.

Myrtle: Oh, I tell you, this heat is awful! Do you know, it reminds me of a summer once, a long time ago, when I was in the carnival, and it got so hot we had to put the stakes down in Kansas. And wouldn't you know? I ended up with a salesman of lightning rods.

Boyd: Hold on a second. Back up. Did I hear you say lightning rod?

Myrtle: Well, it's to keep you from getting a bolt from the blue.

Boyd: You're kidding me, right? Did it work?

Myrtle: Well, I didn't get a bolt from lightning, but I got a couple of nice little bolts from the salesman -- very nice.

Boyd: Yeah, I bet you did. You never cease to amaze me. You know that? Hey, Maggie, how bad is Myrtle? Maggie? Hello.

Henry: Hey, guys. Glad you could make it.

Boyd: Hey.

Myrtle: Well, of course. I mean, this is your debut. Where else would we be?

Henry: Well, I could sure use a fan base.

Boyd: Well, you got us.

Henry: Thank you.

Myrtle: You got us.

Henry: Hey, Maggie, can I talk to you for a second?

Maggie: Sure, sure. Guys, I'll be right back.

Henry: Well, thanks for showing up.

Maggie: Of course, I did. It's your big night.

Henry: Yeah, and I want to start it off right, you know. I want to get the air clear.

Maggie: I thought we were unattached, you know --

Henry: Yeah, I know that's where your head's been, and I just -- I've been trying to get us back together to try to get back what we had, and --

Maggie: Right, and, Henry, I don't --

Henry: I'm going to back off, ok? I'm going to stop crowding you. So you don't need to duck for cover the next time you see me coming, ok?

Tia: Come on, Henry. Our first set's starting.

Henry: I'm going to --

Maggie: No, go, go. Go.

Henry: Ok.

Man: We're glad you're here with us at S.O.S.! We know you already feel the heat, because it's getting hot in here! Tonight, we're going to turn it up with a local band guaranteed to light your fire. Give it up for Frequency!


Suzanne: Excuse me, miss.

Suzanne: Excuse me, miss.

Maggie: Yeah -- oh, thank you, but I didn't order that.

Suzanne: With the gentleman's compliments.

Maggie: "The gentleman"?

Greenlee: I hate to admit it, but you're right, Simone. Carlos did want me, only me, but now I'm nothing to him because I lied.

Simone: Ok, so you lied. Who doesn't?

Mia: Big businesses lie.

Simone: Mm-hmm.

Mia: Even presidents under oath.

Simone: Yeah, and you know what? Carlos lied when he was pretending to be the mystery e-mailer.

Greenlee: Yeah, I pointed that out.

Mia: And he didn't care?

Greenlee: But Carlos wanted me to be different, at least with him. I told him I was anything but perfect, and then I proved it.

Simone: Yeah, well, Kenny thought I was perfect.

Mia: There is no such thing as perfect.

Greenlee: Yeah, but everyone keeps a scorecard anyway. Ten points off if you drool while you sleep. Add five points if you remember your lover's cat's birthday. I asked Carlos if he could accept the nasty with the nice, and he said he could, so who's the bigger liar here, huh, him or me?

Simone: Relationships suck.

Mia: Mine definitely do.

Greenlee: I should have known this was how it would end. I shouldn't have let Carlos get too close. I didn't think I could let anyone in after Leo, and I was just starting to open myself up to him, and I just can't do this again. I'm left behind again, alone again, and I just can't do it. I canít.

[Band plays]


Maggie: Hey, guys, guys, next round's on me. What do you want?

Myrtle: Well, I'll just have a guava nectar this time, for a change. Lots of chunk -- crushed ice.

Maggie: Ok.

Boyd: Sounds good to me. Count me in.

Maggie: Ok. I'll be right back.

Boyd: Ok.

Maggie: Hi. Can I have two guava nectars on the rocks and a soda.

Suzanne: Sure.

Maggie: Thanks. Hey, thanks for that drink.

Carlos: You didn't touch it.

Maggie: Oh, well, I drove myself here, so --

Carlos: Well, it was a virgin. No alcohol.

Maggie: Oh, I know what a virgin is.

Carlos: He's not worth it.

Maggie: What?

Carlos: The guitar player. You deserve so much better.


Kendall: Erica, what is it?

Erica: Oh -- nothing. Just my heel, the heel on my shoe. I lost my balance.

Kendall: No, no, you look scared to death.


Kendall: Well, what -- is the storm scaring you?

Erica: Are you kidding? Stop that. Don't be such a drama queen. I mean, my heel -- I lost my balance, I slipped. End of story.

Kendall: Listen, listen, if you're done here, I can walk you out to the parking lot.

Erica: Well, I hardly think that I need an escort. Besides, Iím waiting. I'm waiting for Jack. Excuse me.

Kendall: Mm-hmm.

Erica: May I have a glass of water, please?

Officer: No trouble at all, Ms. Kane.

Erica: Thank you.


Erica: Thank you so much.


Erica: Oh, one more thing. I have another request. This concerns Michael Cambias.

Adam: Did you actually think you could pull it off? Did you think you could loot my company without having to answer to me for it?

Michael: Sorry, Adam. You're hanging this on the wrong guy. Bob Barrett, your C.F.O., acted alone.

Adam: No, we have his sworn affidavit.

Michael: Well, I guess he's lying then, because I had nothing to do with any insider trading --

Adam: Tell it to the jury, not that they'll believe you once we've presented the evidence.

Michael: Yeah, well, there is no evidence.

Adam: Oh, Michael! We have e-mails, phone records, money transfers, and we're going to use them all to bury you.

Michael: And who exactly is "we"?

Adam: We would be me and Lena Kundera.

Michael: Lena. Who the hell's going to believe that lying lesbo's word?

Adam: Bob Barrett has already admitted that you gave him $100,000 to disappear. That's all the proof we need to put you away for a very, very long time and to prove that you were indeed the mastermind -- should I say, the brains behind this whole pathetically transparent procedure.

Michael: Why don't you go to hell.

Adam: Isn't it strange how greed and stupidity often go hand in hand? You probably thought you were acting of your own free will, but you were playing right into my hand.

Michael: Guard! Get this guy out of here.

Adam: I orchestrated your demise when I hired you. I didn't think it was going to be this easy, but obviously, all I had to do was sit back and wait until you self-destructed.

Michael: Guard!

Adam: I can only imagine how your poor father must feel. Poor Alexander, saddled with an incompetent son. You're not fit to wipe his shoes, Michael.

Alexander: You have been an embarrassment to me every day of your life. Ms. Kane, Cambias industries welcomes you to its board of directors.


Michael: Father!

Alexander: Don't call me that! You haven't earned the right!

Michael: Why don't you just get the hell out of here and go! Get! Go! Out of my sight.

Simone: Hey, you know what? You're not the only one that lost a guy and is facing life looking at the possibility of no romance.

Greenlee: Yeah, well, get real, Simone. You still have Kenny lusting after you.

Simone: Oh, ok. Dear sweet Kenny is gone.

Mia: Oh, yeah. He moved to, like, Russia or something.

Simone: Yeah.

Greenlee: What?

Simone: Yeah. He got a job offer and he took it, but he asked me to marry him and emigrate to the motherland. Yeah, only problem is I'm not in love with him.

Mia: Oh, it's ok. It doesn't matter. You wouldn't have looked very good in combat boots and a babushka anyhow.

Simone: You don't think?

Mia: No. And as for me, I am writing a book on relationships entitled "Do not let this happen to you."

Simone: Well, you know, Kendall could add a chapter -- "Slimy snakes I've loved and lost."

Mia: Ha! Oh, my God, it is such a kick in the head. We come up with the sexiest man contest and we're a huge runaway success. We're flooded with tons of entries, and the four of us are hopelessly single.

Simone: You know what they say about all work and no play.

Mia: What do they say?

Simone: It's the makings for lonely, hot, sleepless nights. You know, we pour all of our energy into this company, into this campaign.

Mia: Yeah, we do.

Simone: You know what? We need to save some of our creative juices and save our own love lives.

Mia: You mean, like, we could come up with our own private search or something?

Simone: Yeah, yeah. We could find sexy men that we could have sole and exclusive rights to. Mm-hmm.

Mia: You think that would work?

Simone: Why not? I mean, we know that there's great guys out there. We know how hot we are. And we could find gorgeous men to be all our own. I mean, you know, why not? Who's stopping us?

Mia: I think it's a great idea.

Simone: Yeah.


Carlos: Are you ignoring me?

Maggie: What?

Carlos: You are. Is it because I insulted your boyfriend over there?

Maggie: He's not my boyfriend.

Carlos: Ah. So there is hope for little old me, huh?

Carlos: Gotcha.

Maggie: Excuse me.

Carlos: You keep on sneaking looks at your boyfriend who's not your boyfriend.

Maggie: Well, if you must know --

Carlos: Mm-hmm --

Maggie: Henry and I were dating each other for a while, but I broke up with him.

Carlos: Henry's loss.

Maggie: He'd been wanting to get back together until tonight.

Carlos: What happened?

Maggie: Let's just say he wants to give me my space, which is code for he wants to move on.

Carlos: Well, maybe you should do the same as well and spend the rest of this lovely evening with me. What do you say? You know what, Suzanne? Leave this drink here, and will you be a doll and deliver these two over there?

Suzanne: Sure.

Carlos: Thanks.

Suzanne: You're welcome.

Carlos: If it's not the real thing, it'll disappear. But if it's the real thing, it'll come back to you.


Bianca: Whoa.

Lena: It feels like the heavens could open up any moment.

Bianca: Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're afraid of a little thunder and lightning?

Lena: I don't even watch The Weather Channel. Too much violence.

Bianca: You know, when I was a little girl, I would just read my mother's old Nancy Drew books.

Lena: Oh.

Bianca: And it always seemed like when Nancy was racing to solve a mystery, she was also racing one heck of a storm. And somehow, she always managed to do both -- solve the crime, save the day, and beat the odds. And that's what I love about you. You have raced so many storms -- a couple of them you raced for me -- and you've survived every single one of them. You have been so strong and so fearless. I can't believe I ever doubted you. I am so sorry for turning my back on you.

Lena: Hey. The storm's over. Look, we survived and we're together and that's all that matters.

Michael: What do you want, Erica?

Erica: I had to see that the animal was properly caged.

Michael: You wanted to make sure I couldn't get out, because if I did, we'd finish what you started that night in your office. But we both know what really happened that night, don't we? I mean, you said I tried to rape you, but, I mean, really, you wanted it as much as I did, didn't you?

Erica: No.

Michael: Well, why don't you call the guard. Why don't you reach in here and give the condemned man something to think about, huh, something to smile about.

Erica: You are disgusting.

Michael: Well, if I make you sick, why don't you go? No, because you'd rather toss that mane, wet those parted lips. I tell you, you've got the tease down to an art form. You let a guy imagine what it would be like to take you, to own you, and then you pull it all away, always leaving them wanting more. Is that right? Well, let me tell you something. It's a dangerous game you're playing, Erica. It's the same game you were playing that night in Hollywood when you cried rape. And you know what, sweetheart? It's not rape if you're asking for it, like you did back then, like you did that night in your office with me, and like you are right now. Isn't that right? You're asking for it now. Aren't you? Aren't you?

[Erica screams]

Michael: Come here.

Kendall: Touch her and I'll kill you!

Henry: Hey, I'll be right back.

Carlos: Give me my elbow back. Here's to moving on.

Maggie: To moving on.

Carlos: Hmm. Amigo. I enjoyed your first set over there. Do you know any love songs?

Henry: I don't take tips.

Carlos: Suit yourself. That was very rude of me. I should ask what your favorite love song is.

Maggie: Oh, anything's fine.

Henry: Maggie?

Maggie: Oh, look, Henry. I think your keyboard chick wants you.

Tia: So, did that cute guy ask for a request?

Henry: Just a love song.

Carlos: You know, the sad truth is I broke up with someone tonight as well.

Maggie: Really? Well, whoever she is, you deserve a lot better.


Greenlee: Wow. There's a storm brewing out there.

Mia: Whoo, a storm! Now, there have to be at least four guys in here to custom-fit us.

Simone: Four guys?

Mia: Yeah, we'll just vote Kendallís proxy.

Simone: Ok, you know what? Rule number 1 -- men that are in the sexiest man contest cannot be part of our private search.

Mia: Oh, why?

Simone: I don't know. It just doesn't seem right. I think we should find our sexy guys each in our own way.

Greenlee: Count me out. I don't want a sexy man or any other man. I'm through with men.

Simone: Honey, we have all sung that song.

Mia: You said yourself you don't want to be alone.

Greenlee: Well, then, I'll get a pet. I'll get a parrot or a turtle, something that won't desert me or die on me.

Simone: I had a turtle. It did die.

Mia: Greenlee, we all need someone to love, someone special.

Simone: Yeah, and soon, because the thought of the four of us in a double-wide trailer with 16 cats and a satellite dish really doesn't do anything for me.

Greenlee, you can't win if you don't play.

Greenlee: What are the rules again?

Mia: Yes!

Simone: Ok, we'll recruit our own sexy guy.

Mia: Right, ok. No married men, no men involved with interns or amnesiacs.

Greenlee: And mystery e-mailers need not apply. When's the deadline?

Simone: Oh. What?

Greenlee: Well, our voters have a cutoff date. So should we.

Mia: Ok, well, how about September 8, the same as our sexiest man contest?

Simone: Ooh, that would make our search lean and mean.

Greenlee: Well, what do we win if we, you know, win?

Mia: I'll be happy just going home with the hunk of my dreams.

Simone: No, not me, sister. I want a signing bonus. Oh, I am so brilliant. I know the exact, the perfect take-home prize.

Lena: Bianca?

Bianca: Mm-hmm?

Lena: I want to take you away somewhere for a long weekend. No, no, not a week.

Bianca: Well, how about the whole summer?

Lena: Hey, don't tempt me.

Bianca: Why not? We can do it. I mean, you said that you wanted to take me to Prague. Let's just go.

Lena: Well, I mean, we could, and we could start in Prague and then go wherever our hearts lead us.

Bianca: Yeah, I like the sound of that.

Adam: Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.

Lena: Adam. What is it?

Adam: Yes, I just was talking to Jackson Montgomery. He feels we have a fairly solid case against Cambias.

Lena: Uh-huh.

Adam: But there's a line on an associate of Cambias headquartered in Hong Kong?

Lena: Oh, Douglas Chow. Yes. I've worked closely with him in the past, yeah.

Adam: Good. Well, he has volunteered to handle the documents that would guarantee Cambias a very long prison sentence, but he insists on speaking with you.

Lena: Oh, you mean tonight?

Adam: The sooner, the better, yes.

Lena: Oh --

Bianca: Ask yourself what Nancy Drew would do.

Lena: Look, I'll call you later, if it's not too late.

Bianca: Ok. Oh, it will never be too late.


Bianca: Yikes.

Adam: Can I offer you a ride home, Bianca?

Bianca: No. Actually, I want to walk.

Lena: Well, look, be careful. It looks like you'll be racing the storm.

Bianca: I'll be very careful.


Michael: Oh,

Michael: Oh, this is touching, this is touching -- the rejected daughter stepping in to protect the mother who tossed her aside. Hmm, I got to finish that.

Kendall: You are pure evil.

Michael: Kendall. I mean, how could you say that? I mean, didn't I love you when no one else could stand to be around you? And all those nights that I held you while you whined about how your mommy hated you, because you were the child of rape? Let me tell you something. It's not rape. It's because you're so damned unlovable, just like your sister, just like your mother. Erica uses men, and men use you. Oh, poor Biancaís so screwed up she has to get it from women.

Kendall: You're sick, and I'm going to make sure that you pay.

Michael: Oh, I'll get what's coming to me. You can count on that. Bye, gorgeous. Oh, jeez. Marvin, you said five minutes. Where the hell have you been?

Marvin: Michael, I had to stop by the clerk's off--

Michael: Shut up and get me the hell out of here, ok? Go.

Greenlee: You know, Simone, usually your ideas land us in debt or jail.

Simone: Ok, well, you know what? Just hear me out. You know, Mia and I work as hard as anyone else here.

Mia: Yeah, we do.

Simone: Ok, and what do we have to show for it? Not one single share of Fusion stock.

[Mia gasps]

Simone: Uh-huh.

Greenlee: So?

Simone: So, if Mia and I beat you and Kendall in finding our personal sexy guy first, then you reward us with stock in the company.

[Mia gasps]

Mia: That is such a great idea!

Simone: Yeah. You know, because then, you know, we gain bonuses and then you can't fire me every five seconds.

Greenlee: Well, what do Kendall and I get if we win?

Simone: Deep personal satisfaction?

[Mia laughs]

Simone: Ok, we'll come up with some incentive. What do you say?

Greenlee: I'm not signing on until we run it past Kendall.

Simone: Ok, all right, fair enough.

Mia: Mm-hmm.

Simone: Ok, so we will --


Simone: Oh. Ok, we'll table the details until Kendallís onboard, but Iím going to start looking for my sexy guy ASAP.

Mia: Oh, me, too, even sooner.

Simone: Oh, we're going to give all you guys fair warning.

Mia: Hunting season is open.

Simone: Mm-hmm, and each and every one of you is fair game!

[Simone laughs]


[Music ends]

man: Yeah.


Carlos: There's something about you.

Maggie: Oh, yeah? What's that?

Carlos: I don't know. You don't listen to the music. You really feel it.

Henry: You're coming with me.

Maggie: Excuse me? Get your hands off me!

Carlos: She doesn't want to go with you.

Henry: Hey, no one's talking to you. Back off.

[Crowd yells]



[Bianca gasps]

Erica: Oh --

[Erica gasps]


[Erica cries]

Erica: No!

[Pounding on window]

Erica: Oh! No! No! No!

Bianca: I know that Myrtle has a flashlight somewhere.

Bianca: Come on.

[Bianca screams]

Erica: No! No! No! No! No! Don't touch me! Don't come near me, please, please --

Kendall: Erica, Erica, it's ok! It's ok, Erica! It's just me!

Erica: No! No!

Kendall: No one's going to hurt you, I promise!

Erica: No! No! Please go! No!

Bianca: Who are you? What do you want? `

On the next "All My Children" --

Kendall: It's your 14th birthday.

Erica: Oh, it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.

Kendall: It's that night.

Bianca: You're not going to leave, are you?

Michael: Well, that depends. Are you going to give me what I need?

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