All My Children Transcript Monday 7/21/03
Provided By Suzanne
Proofread by Gisele
Aidan: All righty, then. Here's where I separate you from your lollipop, G-man. Oh, this is going to feel good. Oh, yeah. Want to go again? You sure you don't want to double your pleasure?
Man: No, thanks. My bank's busted.
Aidan: Well, anyone else want to take on the winner? Anybody?
Mia: I'll take the winner. Winner takes all.
Greenlee: Too preppy. Too girly. Too slutty. What PMS day in hell made me buy this? How can it be possible that I've maxed out 12 credit cards and I have not one thing that screams, "Take me, Iím yours"?
[Knock on door]
Greenlee: Ah! If that is the designer fairy, get your wand in here.
Maggie: It's just me.
Greenlee: Hey, Maggie. Welcome to Fashion Disaster Central.
Maggie: Whoa. What is all this?
Greenlee: Three seasons' worth of traffic-stopping, trendsetting designer dresses, thousands of dollars worth of custom fitting and hand beading and sewing, and I have nothing -- nothing -- to wear.
Maggie: So, is this closet raid to try to find something to impress Carlos?
Greenlee: Carlos? Please. He's so not it.
Greenlee: It -- the one, the ultimate. I've finally found the man of my dreams, and he's going to belong to me. Only me.
Man: Ciao bella. May I be of some assistance?
Simone: Um --
Man: You look somewhat lost.
Simone: Oh, yeah.
Man: Not to mention hungry.
Simone: Oh, I just had to make sure that you were real.
Man: And your conclusion?
Simone: Oh, you're real. Yes, and tasty as it gets.
Man: So, it's a good thing, no.
Simone: Oh, it's a good thing, si. Yeah, you blow the other guys to shame.
Man: The others?
Simone: Oh, yeah, the dope on the rope, the jailbait, and Officer Dork.
Man: These are friends are yours?
Simone: Oh, no, no, fantasies that went "fzzt." Yeah, but you -- you are a living, walking, breathing dream. Oh -- sorry. Who are you, and where have you been my whole life?
Man: I suppose I've been preparing for this moment.
Simone: Yeah? Well, I guess this is me dying happy. Oh --
Bianca: No. No, it's not you.
Michael: Oh, but it is, and, sweetheart, I have missed you so much, Iíve thought about you so much.
Bianca: No. Go away. Go away.
Michael: Oh, don't say that. I can't stand to be away from you. It's been torture to be away from you. I can't stand it.
Erica: Sweetheart, we've run out of lemon for the tea, but I brought some --
Erica: Oh, my God! Michael, what are you doing here? Bianca, you didn't let him in, did you?
Michael: The door is open, Erica. As a matter of fact, you should do something about that.
Erica: I'm calling security.
Michael: I wouldn't do that.
Bianca: Stay away from her!
Erica: It's all right, sweetheart. He wouldn't dream of hurting me again. You, get out! Get out right now!
Michael: You're overreacting, Erica. I'm not going to hurt --
Erica: Get out of here! You haven't seen overreaction!
Kendall: If my mother does not kill you, Michael, I swear to God I will!
Michael: Kendall, do you make it a point to misunderstand my intentions? I'm hardly the monster that you all make me out to be here. Bianca, you're going to give me the benefit of the doubt, aren't you?
Erica: Get somebody up here right now!
Michael: You're not going to cry wolf, are you?
Erica: Don't you come near her. Don't you take one more step near her! If you even think of doing to her what you did to Kendall and me, I swear to God you will be dead before you hit the ground!
Michael: Bianca, you're going to come to my defense here, aren't you?
Erica: Get out!
Michael: Lena told me that you don't lie or throw nasty rumors around, spreading the r word.
Bianca: Shut up! Shut up!
Aidan: I take all walks of life, Mia.
Mia: Aidan, you name the stakes.
Aidan: Well, how good are you?
Mia: I'm a novice.
Aidan: Oh, really? So the kickboxing grease monkey from the mean streets of Brooklyn doesn't know her way around a pool table?
Mia: Well, that hustler thing never really appealed to me much.
Aidan: Until now.
Mia: Until now. So, how do we begin?
Aidan: You select the cue stick, and Iíll rack these up.
Mia: One of these little wooden jobbies over here?
Aidan: Yeah. Well, no, that one might cause you a bit of bother, actually. Try the one with the red -- the red band around it.
Mia: Oh, good. Red is my lucky color. So, what do we flip to see who goes first?
Aidan: Oh, ladies go first. Ladies break.
Aidan: Yeah, it's when you, basically, hit this white ball --
Aidan: And hit it into the others.
Mia: And if I get all the balls in, then I win.
Aidan: Yeah, something like that.
Aidan: Ok. You're up.
Mia: Ok. So, how's my form?
Aidan: Yeah, it needs a bit of tweaking, actually. This hip needs to come in a little bit and come down.
Aidan: Yeah. Put your hands like this, nice and steady. Grab the cue, and you just want to kiss the ball and follow through and stroke it.
Aidan: Got it?
Mia: Got it. So, what's that little blue cubie?
Aidan: The little blue cubie is chalk.
Mia: Oh, for keeping score.
Aidan: No, for friction. It keeps the balls from slipping.
Mia: Excuse me.
Maggie: Hmm. This is intense.
Greenlee: It was a gift.
Maggie: From Carlos?
Greenlee: Carlos? Please, does that look like the work of a street artist?
Maggie: Carlos is very talented.
Greenlee: In his way, but that piece came from an artist's soul.
Maggie: Carlos has soul.
Greenlee: And it's all yours. Go for it.
Maggie: Are you signing off on him? Really?
Greenlee: You know, what is with you and Simone? You want me to sign an affidavit? Carlos and I are histoire. This number never was my friend.
Maggie: Greenlee, excuse me for being a little skeptical, but the last time -- you know, I've seen you with Carlos before.
Greenlee: Yeah, and I've seen you with Carlos. So?
Maggie: Well, at SOS, I sort of got the impression that I was trespassing on your turf.
Greenlee: Well, where did you get that?
Maggie: From you. You were slicing and dicing me in front of everyone.
Greenlee: Look, it was a bazillion degrees out with a gazillion percent humidity, and apparently everyone was throwing punches, not just me.
Maggie: So you're really letting me move in on your ex?
Greenlee: Carlos isn't my ex anything. Do you remember cruising the Fusion office for him, and I gave you a running head start over Simone?
Maggie: Well, yeah --
Greenlee: How about coughing up some gratitude? Or at least a decent dress suggestion?
Maggie: Greenlee, I'm sorry, but you have to understand, I think Carlos and I might be more than a thing, and, well, I don't want to be dumped on again by you or anyone.
Greenlee: Take him, Maggie. Take him with my blessing.
Maggie: What happened with you guys, anyway?
Greenlee: Short version? I never knew who the real Carlos Reyes was.
Maggie: Really? I think he's pretty straightforward. I mean, he's sweet. He's drop-dead gorgeous. He's nice, too. You know, all in all, I think it's pretty good package, don't you?
Greenlee: I don't know. It was like he was two different people.
Maggie: What do you mean?
Greenlee: I mean, I never knew which one that I was with, who he really was truly at the core, and I never felt like I had anything to hold on to.
Maggie: So this new guy is only one guy?
Greenlee: One amazingly, completely, totally perfect guy.
Simone: Oh, so, of all the freight elevators in Pine Valley, you just happened into mine.
Man: A sign of my good fortune.
Simone: Mm-hmm. So, what, you were just in the neighborhood and you decided to case the joint?
Man: Something like that.
Simone: Well, you don't look like a burglar. Unless you were Cary Grant in "To Catch a Thief." Is that what you are? Hmm? Are you an international second-story man?
Simone: So what do you really do?
Man: I'm afraid my answer would disappoint you.
Simone: Oh, I don't think you could disappoint me on your worst day, and I'm betting you don't have many of those. You can count them in single digits.
Man: I am by profession a venture capitalist.
Man: I seek out companies that look promising and could use some additional funding.
Simone: Oh, so you're Santa Claus with a stock portfolio and a bottomless checkbook.
Man: That's one way of looking at it.
Simone: And Fusion just popped up on your radar?
Man: You've managed to make quite a name for yourself.
Simone: Yeah, well, that's because I am Fusion, and how did you find me -- I mean, us?
Man: I saw that pirated television ad with that young man?
Simone: Yeah, yeah.
Man: And who doesn't know about your Sexiest Man promotion?
Simone: Well, that was all mine. You know, the pirate ad, the contest -- it's all my inspiration, yes.
Man: Wow. It would seem I've come to the right place.
Simone: Talk about amazing coincidences.
Man: A coincidence that was written in the stars.
Aidan: Oh, my God. I've been rightly had, so I owe you that 50.
Mia: Oh, you know, why don't we just take that and trade it in for a couple of beers and maybe some shots of tequila.
Aidan: Ok. The woman likes to live dangerously.
Mia: The woman just likes to live.
Aidan: David, a couple of drafts, please, sir? So, where did you learn to shoot a stick like that?
Mia: Oh, off of the internet. You?
Aidan: I kind of grew up watching old folks down at the pub drink their pension money, watch them play pool.
Mia: I love the game. Every shot is like a calculated risk.
Aidan: Yeah, there's this one spot that if you connect with that, magical things happen.
Mia: Zen and the art of shooting pool.
Mia: Yeah, you know, my life this past year has been a series of bad bank shots and lousy, lousy breaks.
Aidan: Yeah, I know what you're talking about.
Mia: You do? You know the feeling, like the table's just sort of tilted against you?
Aidan: Well, this is not the first time Iíve chalked up and lost this week.
Mia: Yeah, but that's the good thing about the game. You know, you keep practicing, you keep your eye on the prize, you just might get it.
Aidan: Are we still talking about pool?
Mia: Maybe. No. You see, my Fusion friends and I -- we have this little wonky sort of bet going.
Aidan: What kind of bet?
Mia: It's like this race to find the guy of our dreams first.
Aidan: Well, who's winning?
Mia: I think -- I hope -- I am.
Simone: Oh, you're a natural.
Man: Part of the basic training.
Simone: Oh, training for what?
Simone: Oh. Pour. Well, this is what I call living. Mm-hmm. La, la, la, la. Very good. Here you go.
Simone: To our joint venture. Mmm. Ok, so, when do I get to see you again?
Man: I'm here now.
Simone: Oh, I mean, for me to make a formal pitch concerning your investment capital.
Man: What about your business partners?
Man: The women of Fusion.
Man: I read in "US Weekly" magazine there are four of you, right?
Simone: Right, right, them. Well, really, I'm the one that outfits this entire company, yeah. The girls -- I mean, Greenlee -- she's got some social connections. Kendall -- I mean, she gets friendly with the copier, and Mia -- she was really just a pity hire.
Man: "Pity hire"?
Simone: Yeah. I mean, the complex business workings of the world -- they're really a bit beyond her grasp.
Man: Then you are the heart and soul of Fusion?
Simone: Oh, well, you said it, not me.
Man: It must be gratifying finding success at your age.
Simone: Yeah, well, you know, the neighbor's cat thinks Iím cool, and of course, the dry cleaners -- they want a signed, autographed glossy.
Man: You're happy on the outside, but on the inside, perhaps you are lonely.
Simone: Well, I just -- you know, things didn't turn out the way I thought. You know, in college, I had this list of things I wanted to accomplish, that's all.
Man: Like what?
Simone: Well, first off, I used to be a writer, yes, and I don't know, I just thought by now I would be rich and famous.
Man: You are well on your way.
Simone: Oh, yeah, well, it doesn't have the same meaning when you're still zapping soup for one in your microwave and you spend your Friday nights with a George Clooney video, and why in the world am I telling you this? I'm so sorry.
Man: Because, you know, I am a good listener. Hmm?
Man: Your affairs of the heart are not in order.
Simone: "Affairs of the heart" -- that's a good one. Hot or subzero, actually, depending.
Man: Who was the fool who let you go?
Simone: How did you know that -- all right, well, there was this guy. He was gorgeous, of course, and sensitive, and he had these eyes that could just burn right through me, but I wasn't the one that lit his fire.
Man: Too many men fail to see what is essential in a woman -- the passion, the capacity for love. It's a flame that lights the darkness.
Simone: Yeah, well, maybe for some women.
Man: I'm talking about you. Your beauty, your inner light. Any man who sees past you is blind. If you let me, I can change your life forever.
Jack: Yeah, that's right. You take one step toward me, I'll snap your neck like a twig, and God himself will call it justice. You understand me?
Erica: Jack, stop it. He's not worth it.
Michael: You know, just because your case against me is never going to go to trial is no reason for you to go all vigilante, counselor.
Erica: Just get rid of him, Jack, please.
Jack: You show your face around here again, I might just forget Iím supposed to uphold the law.
Michael: It's been real.
Jack: I'm doubling security. Are you all right?
Erica: Oh, I'm fine.
Kendall: I'm fine.
Erica: Baby, listen to me. You cannot let that horrid man upset you. I mean, he is very hateful, but thank God nothing -- nothing has really happened yet. No harm has been done.
Jack: Look, I am going to make sure that that man does not terrorize this family. I'm going to put Cambias away for the rest of his life, I promise you.
Erica: Do you hear your Uncle Jack? Cambias is going to be gone, and then Kendall and Lena and I will be safe, so you don't have to waste one more second worrying about us, honey.
Erica: But that doesn't mean we can't worry about you.
Bianca: I'm ok.
Jack: Sweetheart, are you sure? David Hayward told me he found you on the rooftop of the clinic, and he was afraid that maybe you're suffering from depression.
Kendall: Do you know how frantic we were when you left Myrtleís with that suitcase? Where were you going?
Erica: Honey, please tell us what's wrong. Uncle Jack and I will be there for you. We'll do everything we can to help you to make it better. Only, please tell us, honey. We'll postpone the wedding even, right?
Jack: Oh, absolutely. We'll do anything. Family always comes first.
Bianca: No, no, no, no. It's ok, it's ok. I will tell you the truth. I'll tell you everything. Look, you guys, you're so sweet to be worried about me. I love you for it.
Erica: Well, honey, we love you.
Bianca: I know, and I guess I haven't been acting like myself lately. Call it depression, call it, you know, whatever, but whatever David Hayward said, I was not about to take a flying leap off of any building.
Erica: But you're not eating.
Bianca: Yeah. Not three square meals a day. Like any person, normal person, who's sad and upset, I -- I lost my appetite. It's not a relapse. The reason that I'm not eating and that Iím not sleeping and that I burst into tears every two minutes is that it's over between me and Lena.
Erica: Honey, Iím sorry.
Bianca: No, Mom, you know what? It's ok. It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault except my own.
Jack: Sweetheart, how -- how is it your fault?
Bianca: Because I was just kidding myself, thinking that I could see past everything that's happened. I canít. It's too late, and -- and Iíll never be able to look at Lena again and not see all of the horrible things that have happened. They'll always be there between us, keeping us apart, and I just -- I can't just forgive and forget.
Jack: Maybe with time --
Bianca: No, no, no, there's not enough time in the world. I -- I can't ever go back to the way it was before.
Kendall: But, Bianca, if you still love her --
Bianca: No, no, you know what? Nothing -- everything is ruined now, and nothing can fix it.
Erica: Honey, I know how it feels. Nothing's more painful than a broken heart and betrayal.
Bianca: No, it's ok. I'm getting over it. I am, and the wedding is helping.
Erica: It is?
Bianca: Yeah. Right now I need to know that -- that life goes on and dreams are possible and happiness is attainable, and the only way that Iím going to do that is if you guys go on with your wedding and let me be a part of it.
Jack: Sweetheart, are you -- are you sure that's what you want?
Bianca: Yes. Uncle Jack, this is the one good thing I have to look forward to. Please don't take it away from me.
Erica: Oh, honey, if you're sure --
Bianca: Of course I'm sure. If you want me to smile again, then I got to see you at that altar next to Uncle Jack, and I want to see you promise that you're going to love him forever.
Erica: And I'm going to love you forever, honey.
Jack: We all will.
Maggie: So, give me the rundown on Carlos.
Greenlee: Like what, his care and feeding?
Maggie: No. What makes him happy?
Greenlee: Maggie, do you really think if I knew what plucked Carlos' heartstrings, we would have gone our separate ways?
Maggie: True. Ok, I guess I'm on my own, then. Well --
Greenlee: And better off that way.
Maggie: Wish me luck. Bye. You know what?
Maggie: I like this a lot better.
Maggie: Being friends.
Greenlee: Yeah, well, if on your way to Carlos you pass a boutique with a killer dress in the window, give me the old speed dial.
Maggie: Will do. Oh, one more thing -- this actually might not really be the best time --
Greenlee: Just say it.
Maggie: About an hour ago, I trapped Simone in the freight elevator at Fusion, and, well, she's probably about ready to come out now. So if you want to go get her, you can, ok?
Greenlee: Oh, serves that Simone right, doing time in solitary.
Simone: So, what is your game plan for changing my life?
Man: I simply hold up a mirror.
Simone: Oh, well, I actually don't have one of those handy.
Man: Look into my eyes.
Man: You see?
Simone: Um -- I'm not sure.
Man: The most beautiful orchid in the rainforest doesn't chase the butterfly. She simply grows more alluring with each passing moment.
Simone: I'm an orchid?
Man: Like no other. You are too unique to run after any man. Let him come to you, the way I did.
Simone: Yeah, well, you're interested in me as an investment.
Man: Who knows how it will pay off? I have to go.
Simone: Oh, ok. Well, when will I see you again?
Man: I'll be in touch.
Simone: Ok, all right, so let me get your name and numbers so that -- shoot -- so that I can fax you our company's overview. Oh. Oh, dear God, please, make him be mine before the other girls see him. I swear, I'll be your best friend forever.
Mia: I mean, why troll the streets and bars and whatever looking for the perfect guy when he's sitting right in front of my eyes, totally gorgeous, totally available?
Aidan: So as long as I am up for grabs, you thought you would make your move and beat Kendall and the others to it?
Mia: Well, yeah. When opportunity presents itself in such a tight package, I guess Iíd be a fool to pass you by. So, what do you think about you and me as a winning team?
Aidan: Uh -- Mia, I think that you are an amazing, beautiful, attractive, challenging woman. I -- um --
Mia: Right. Ok. You're just not in the market for anything more than a game of eight-ball?
Aidan: Well, I don't mean to be such a drag, but if you really want to ace that bet, you might -- you know, I would choose somebody else, because my life's a little bit of a muddle right now, and I would go after someone a little bit more accessible if I were you.
Mia: You know, that's a shame. You deserve better.
Aidan: So do you. Seek and ye shall find. See you.
Man: Excuse me. Can you help me? I got something caught in my eye.
Mia: What do you mean, like an eyelash?
Man: No, like you. Tell me you believe in one-night stands, and I can go to heaven!
Mia: You know, a pickup line like that --
Mia: Rates a really big reward.
Greenlee: Simone? Simone? Where the hell are you?
Simone: I'm right here.
Greenlee: Simone, my God, are you ok?
Simone: Oh, yeah, I'm fine, all things considering.
Greenlee: I heard you got stuck in the freight elevator.
Simone: Oh, I did not get stuck. I was ambushed by that little twit Magpie.
Greenlee: Well, that's what you get for locking her in the bathroom stall at SOS.
Simone: You know, unless you have surveillance video, Iím not copping to that charge.
Greenlee: Well, how did you get out?
Simone: I summoned my little superpowers and shimmied up the little escape thingy and up the cable to our floor. It took me at least a half-hour to wipe up all the grease and grime.
Greenlee: I've seen you clean up better, but you'd better move fast if you're going to stop Maggie.
Simone: Stop Maggie? From what?
Greenlee: She's set her sights on Carlos like a heat-seeking missile.
Simone: Carlos? Carlos who?
Erica: Bianca, honey, you don't plan to move into an apartment of your own right away, do you?
Bianca: Oh, well, Mom, you know, Iím used to being alone.
Erica: Oh, I know, but, you know, with the wedding coming up now, it just seems staying here would make more sense.
Bianca: Um -- I don't know about that, Mom.
Erica: Well, of course, the choice is yours. However, I know I'm going to be making a lot of 3:00 a.m. Panic phone calls, really frantic about my color schemes, my seating arrangements --
Jack: Bianca, can I give you a little tip here? Unless you want a lot of sleepless nights, you might just want to say yes to your mother on this point.
Erica: Honey, it makes so much sense for you. I mean, this way, you could really find that special place for yourself without having to rush into anything, and I swear, I will certainly give you whatever space you need to come to terms with all you've been through with Lena.
Bianca: Oh, ok. Look, I'll stay tonight at least, ok?
Erica: Ok, that's wonderful. That's wonderful, and we'll discuss more permanent plans in the morning.
Bianca: You know, thank you for the sandwich, Mom. It was perfect. You know, I didn't even realize how hungry I was.
Erica: Well, good. Honey, would you like me to make you another one?
Bianca: No, no. Now I'm full, and I want to run down to Enchantment because I have a couple of loose ends to tie up on the youth line.
Erica: Honey, no, don't do that. I mean, it's way too late to be working.
Bianca: Yeah, but I'm not tired, and --
Erica: Ok. Actually, maybe that's good. Maybe this will be a good distraction for you.
Bianca: Thank you for understanding.
Erica: Of course.
Bianca: Good night. Good night, Uncle Jack.
Jack: There will be an officer downstairs waiting to escort you, ok?
Bianca: Ok. Good night, Kendall.
Erica: Sweetheart? I'll wait up for you. Poor baby. After all she's been through? I'll tell you what, as much as I fault Lena, it's Michael Cambias who is guilty of all of this. He's caused it all.
Kendall: Yeah, she's -- she's really burnt up over this whole thing.
Erica: She is. Kendall, did you think that maybe Bianca was holding anything back?
Kendall: Well, yeah, definitely, but it's not easy to play a broken heart to a full house.
Erica: No, and Biancaís right. Some things are truly unforgivable.
Kendall: But not everything, right?
Erica: Oh, no, of course not everything, Kendall, no. Thank you so much for all your help tonight.
Kendall: Well, what's family for, right? You know what? I got to go.
Erica: Oh, of course. You have a date?
Kendall: Yeah, with Fusion. Greenlee's going to bust my butt for playing hooky.
Erica: I can write you a note.
Kendall: Oh, no, no, thanks. I'll wing it myself. I'll call you tomorrow.
Kendall: Ok. Good night, Jack.
Jack: Good night, Kendall. Come here, you. Now, you listen to me. Bianca is going to be just fine because we are going to make sure that she is, ok?
Michael: Well, here we are again. Miss me?
Greenlee: Simone, up until five minutes ago, you were so into Carlos.
Simone: Yeah, so were you.
Greenlee: Yeah, well, I met the man of my dreams, who's going to make me win this bet and live happily ever after.
Simone: Shut up. You did not.
Greenlee: Yes, I did.
Simone: So did I.
Greenlee: No way.
Simone: Way. He's totally gorgeous, handsome --
Greenlee: Worldly and sophisticated --
Simone: Oh, my God, I could just drown in his eyes.
Greenlee: Yeah, and sleep in his arms.
Kendall: Hold on, who are you guys talking about?
Greenlee and Simone: We met our dream men!
Kendall: Get out. Shut up. So did i.
Greenlee: I met mine first.
Simone: No, I did.
Kendall: Uh-uh, face it, losers, I have so -- Iíve won bet. You've lost the bet.
Greenlee: What about Mia?
Kendall: Oh, Mia, please. Like she ever had a chance.
Simone: Yeah, that's really true.
Mia: Oh, my God. Look, I told you --
Erica: Oh, thank God this day is over.
Jack: Yeah. You know, though, sweetheart, Bianca is much stronger than we tend to give her credit.
Bianca: No, Michael, stay away from me.
Michael: Oh, honey, you don't need to be that way. It's just you and me now, the way you like it. Your mom and your sister aren't here to spoil our fun.
Erica: I was so afraid, Jack. I was so afraid that I was going to lose Bianca again.
Jack: But, honey, you didn't. You didn't. She's safe and she knows she's very, very much loved.
Michael: I've been thinking about you ever since that night. I cannot get you out of my mind. I've wanted to tell the whole world, but who else can understand what we really shared that night?
Erica: I just have to keep reminding myself -- Biancaís not a little girl anymore, and even though it hurts to see her hurting so much, she truly is capable of taking care of herself.
Michael: You know, I was wondering if you were going to run to mommy and tell her about our little, you know, tryst.
Erica: I'm still afraid, Jack.
Jack: Of what, sweetheart?
Erica: Of Michael Cambias. The way he barged in here tonight, the way he lorded over us.
Jack: Listen to me. Very soon now, I promise you, Michael Cambias is going to cease to be a threat to anybody in this town.
Erica: Ok, you're right. I am just going to banish all negative thoughts and just concentrate on our fabulous future.
Michael: You know, I have to go now, but when you sleep tonight, dream about me.
Michael: Till next time.
Eden Riegel: If you're sexually assaulted, reach out for help. Don't try to go it alone, like Bianca. The National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1-800-656-hope offers free and confidential counseling. They know what you're going through, and they can help.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Tad: Wake up. You can do it.
Marian: This isn't a dream, Tad. I'm really here.
Anna: I came by to make things right between us.
Greenlee: Whoever gets their guy to say "I love you" first wins the bet.
Kendall: That's fair.
Greenlee: Someone better tell Mia.
Mia: If you're not busy later, would you mind falling madly in love with me?
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