All My Children Transcript Tuesday 1/27/04
Proofread by Gisele
Kendall: Thanks, Ryan. Way to keep me hanging.
Ryan: No, wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, my bad. I mean, that was, like, a real question. You -- you really want to get married?
Kendall: Do you?
Ryan: Well, it's just, like, kind of sudden. I mean, you definitely know how to sweep a guy off his feet, but --
Kendall: Forget it, forget it. Sorry, you know, I'm sorry, that was just me babbling. I had a long day and --
Ryan: Look, would you please just shut up, Kendall?
Kendall: I don't know what I was talking about.
Ryan: Shut it. Shut it, please. I didn't say that I didn't want to. I just want to understand why and where this is coming from.
Greenlee: So help me, Ryan, don't make me come in there.
Kendall: Do you want to know what I'm feeling?
Bianca: So, when's the big day?
Erica: Well, we haven't had a chance to set the date yet, but, well, after the trial, of course.
Reggie: After the trial? Oh, hell, no, you two are eloping right now.
Jamie: Wow! Dad, aren't we a little old for frat parties?
Tad: It wasn't a frat party. It was Krystal Carey.
Jamie: What did you do to tick her off this bad?
Tad: What did I do? What did I do? Considering your contribution to the situation, I would advise a little less lip and a lot more elbow grease.
Jamie: Well, at least tell me you nailed her for it, right?
Tad: Funny you should mention that. I was getting around to it and then Liza bust in.
Jamie: So Liza helped you go after Krystal? Dad? Dad, what -- what did Liza want?
[Knock on door]
Tad: Well, thank God you're not a female.
Joe: If I were, I might understand them better. I was going to ask you if that sofa was free tonight.
Tad: Why? Did Mom toss you out?
Jamie: What did you do?
Joe: Well, does "innocent until proven guilty" ring a bell?
Tad: Not to me. I got my own woman problems.
Jamie: Is this the kind of problem you're talking about?
Krystal: Hey there, Speedy. Well, if I had known you'd have been that quick, I wouldn't have bothered getting dressed.
Liza: I had enough time to make my point.
Krystal: Oh, I bet Tad didn't have enough time to make his, though. Bummer.
Liza: You know what? Why don't you let me buy you a drink? I'd like to set you straight on a few things.
J.R.: Benson, help me out here. What does "ASAP" mean?
Mr. Benson: "As soon as possible," but --
J.R.: And when did I tell you I wanted that merger to take place?
Mr. Benson: I understand that. But I still think we should run this by Mr. Chandler.
J.R.: You're looking at the only Chandler that matters now. My office, my title, my orders. Adam Chandler Sr. doesn't run this place anymore, so you either get that or you get out.
Babe: Way to be, J.R.
Adam: Ah, Mary Smythe, as she makes herself right at home.
Adam: What a surprise.
Mary: You sound cheerfully smug.
Adam: As well I should be. I finally found a way to make J.R. see his misguided marriage in its proper light.
Adam: Hmm. Whoa, whoa. What are you doing with that?
Mary: Well, this is just horrifying, don't you think, so I thought I'd replace it with my own work. You're very welcome.
Adam: Put it back. Put --
Mary: Adam, you can't really prefer this to "My Desire at Dusk," Adam.
Adam: Put it back.
Mary: No, really, Adam --
Adam: Leave it.
Mary: "M.C.."? "M.C."? Adam, whose gun is this, and why do you have it? "M.C." Oh, my goodness, Adam! If I were your wife, this would be my gun.
Adam: True. Very true.
Mary: Oh, how sweet -- a token of affection from my husband to make me feel safe.
Adam: You have such a wonderful sense of whimsy. Hand me the gun.
Mary: You know, I'm a big fan of marriage. It has so many benefits -- companionship, joint bank accounts, benefits of the marriage bed. And, you know, if I were your wife, I could never be compelled to testify against you in court.
Adam: Oh, you can end your ode to married bliss. Mercifully, you're not my wife and I'm not on trial.
Mary: And this is not my gun. Details. You know, we're both acquainted with someone who has the initials "M.C."
Adam: No one comes to mind.
Mary: Oh, sorry, let me rephrase that. We were acquainted with someone -- Michael Cambias. I think this handsomely personalized hand piece must have belonged to him.
Reggie: Look, Jack, you have to get on the phone with one of your judge buddies, tell him to haul on over here now.
Jack: Reggie, I hate to break the news to you, but judges don't haul it anywhere on command, ok?
Erica: There's no need to rush, Reggie.
Reggie: Oh, please, with the luck you two have?
Jack: I am not going to be saying my "I dos" from behind bars, I promise you.
Erica: No, Jack has made me a promise, and I believe him. There's going to be time to do this right. Our wedding's going to be flawless.
Jack: Mm-hmm, as will our honeymoon.
Bianca: Whoa! What is that?
Jack: Well, right here I have in my hand proof that I intend to keep my promises, both old and new, because inside this envelope are tickets to Cap Ferrat in the south of France for the entire family, and, if you will check them out, you will find that they are nonrefundable. That's how confident I am.
Erica: You are a hopeless romantic.
Jack: Well, that, too.
Reggie: Well, romance is going to be real hopeless, you know, with the whole family tagging along. Let me see that.
Erica: So you see, honey? This is going to be so much better than a semester abroad. I mean, you're going to have springtime in Europe, after all.
Bianca: Mom, you deserve this.
Erica: And so do you.
Reggie: J, man, you got ripped.
Reggie: You got tickets for me, you know, Binks --
Jack: Yeah. Right.
Reggie: Kendall, Lily, you, and the glamorous Miss Kane, but then they threw in an extra one. Nobody's going to throw that in for free. You got punked.
Jack: No, your father remains unpunked. This ticket is for Greenlee because it is, after all, a family vacation. I'm going to call your sister right now, see if she wants to join us tonight.
Reggie: Erica, you're not going to let him call that wedding crasher, are you?
Erica: Reggie --
Erica: I have chosen to bask in this moment and to pick my battles. So why don't you try that?
Reggie: Well, you're not going to be basking in anything if Greenlee comes.
Jack: Reggie, how about you try to share?
Reggie: Well, how about you guys remember that she's the reason why you two aren't together in the first place? If you guys want this wedding to get anywhere off the ground, you need to make sure she stays as far away as possible.
Kendall: That's it.
Ryan: We're done?
Kendall: No, no, you asked me what I was feeling. That's it. Now, you tell me.
Ryan: Oh, I thought it was pretty obvious what I was feeling.
Kendall: No, Ryan, no, you didn't answer my question.
Greenlee: Ahem. Half a mo. This is Greenlee. Fabulous! I'll be right there.
Ryan: Yeah, yeah, yeah, like you're going to sashay out of here, Greenlee.
Kendall: This is not happening.
Greenlee: While your grasp on reality fascinates me, I can't stay to discuss it. Ta-ta.
Ryan: No, no, you're not going anywhere.
Greenlee: Actually, I am, to a big family gathering, with my big family. You know, the one that used to be yours?
Ryan: Start talking, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Fine. So, Kendall, heard any good lawyer jokes lately?
Ryan: Ok. All right. Ok, enough with the cutesy pie and you tell me what the hell you're doing here.
Tad: Give it here. Why don't you go make yourself useful, all right? Go get us some takeout.
Jamie: I'm there.
Tad: Oh, yeah, I forgot. Your arm might actually fall off if you were to open up your wallet.
Jamie: Thank you. Oh, Grandpa, you might want to crash in my room -- because there's no telling what you might find in that couch.
Joe: I might be safer in a motel.
Tad: No, don't let this throw you. It's nothing a -- a broom wouldn't clean up.
Tad: Either that or we could just dynamite the place and start over again.
Joe: Dare I ask what happened, or are we just going to clean up mindlessly?
Tad: I tell you what, first help me with the feathers and then maybe you can give me some advice about cleaning up another huge mess.
Krystal: Oh, goodness. Did you -- did you happen to notice a leopard-print bra while you were at Tad's? I lost track of mine.
Liza: Well, these things happen. As I was saying --
Krystal: About Tad?
Liza: Yes, Tad and I have been friends a really long time, and I just wanted to give you a little insight on that because it's a pretty exciting history.
Krystal: Oh, history. Yeah, you know, I did that in high school and I pretty much snoozed through most of it.
Liza: Did you notice a little scar?
Krystal: Oh, his man-in-the-moon scar, yes.
Liza: Yeah. Gear-shift accident, way back when. He said it was worth it.
Krystal: That's fascinating. Let me ask you something, though -- did y'all ever get hitched?
Krystal: Go steady?
Liza: That's not really the point.
Krystal: Ever been more than just friends who did the cha-cha?
Liza: Tad and I have never really been together. But we've really never been apart, either. Now, I'm sure you've seen it -- when a man and woman go through this sort of long, painful, romantic dance, you know, this meant-to-be dance.
Krystal: Yeah. But if Tad is your destiny, then why push it? I mean, why don't you just let it happen?
Liza: Tad and I can make each other happy, and I don't think we should have to wait another second.
Krystal: Oh, yeah, like he's just waiting by the phone.
Liza: No, I know the two of you had some fun, and I think that's great.
Krystal: But the party's over and now you've got destiny to deal with?
Liza: For your own sake, I hope that you don't interfere.
Krystal: Last time I checked, which was about an hour ago, Tad was still a man. Forget "try," honey. I won't have to lift a finger.
Babe: Check you out, BMOC! But instead of "Big Man On Campus," you're big man of Chandler Enterprises.
J.R.: My employees have to fall in line. I've got to be the one to make sure that that happens.
Babe: But you do it with this cool, edgy flare. You're way slicker than Blake Carrington's boys could ever hope to be.
J.R.: Listen, Babe, I've got a lot on my plate right now. Is there something I can help you with?
Babe: How about we play office? I'll take dictation, and you can chase me around the desk.
J.R.: Just -- just tell me why you're here.
Babe: Well, I'm here for the same reason that I became Mrs. Babe Chandler.
J.R.: Ah, of course. You didn't have to come all the way down here for this. I could've had a messenger do this. How much do you need?
Babe: You're tired and cranky, so I'm going to let that one slide. I didn't come down here for money, and I sure as hell didn't marry you for it, either.
J.R.: My mistake.
Babe: I'm here because I love you and I want to spend time with you. Dinner. You need a break, we need a break.
J.R.: You know what? Just leave it. I don't have time for this.
Babe: Then you'd better make some time.
J.R.: Babe, take a look around. This is my job. Do you understand how important that is?
Babe: Yes, I know that you're the big kahuna, the head honcho who matters most to the peons who jump when you say "boo." But you matter most to two other people -- your wife and your baby.
J.R.: I'm aware of my obligations. But Chandler Enterprises is under a major transition period. It's crunch time.
Babe: No, no, no, it is munch time. I went by BJ's and I got your favorite spread, and I am not leaving until you dig in.
J.R.: All right. Two minutes.
Babe: Right. It'll take you that long just to get the hot sauce right. You remember our first nacho binge? The night that we met?
J.R.: Hmm. It's kind of a blur.
Babe: We went to that dive that you thought was so great. Lots of food and plenty to drink.
J.R.: Hmm. And you kept giggling. It took you 10 minutes to stop laughing.
Babe: Because nobody can make me laugh like you do. And then we went to that rickety-old carnival and we wrote up those fake wills before each ride. And you won me this.
Babe: You spent 12 quarters to win me a 10-cent necklace. And I'll cherish it for the rest of my life. Then I said I didn't want that night to end, and you said, all low and sexy, "But it doesn't have to, baby." So we jumped that fence to that motel pool, and then we stripped down to nothing, and we let the water slide all over our bodies, until the manager '
Mary: And still the smug cheerfulness lingers on. It's odd, given that I've just found a gun hidden in plain sight.
Adam: Oh, it's only a nuisance in light of today's success.
Mary: All right. Since you're dying to tell me --
Adam: Surprise, surprise -- Paul Cramer can be bought.
Adam: I may have to adjust the figures, but I think -- I think doorman's nephew will rise to the occasion and I'll have what I need to break up Babe and J.R.
Mary: Oh, since your plans have worked so well thus far.
Adam: Oh, Mary, is that -- is that sour grapes?
Adam: And now that Babe is departing, I'll no longer need your services.
Mary: Oh, but you will. I can do so many other things that are helpful, such as finding a gun that belongs to a dead man.
Adam: If only your sculptures showed as much of your flare for the absurd.
Mary: Adam, if you're not my patron, my art is going to suffer. And without my art, I might be driven to acts of public decency.
Adam: Oh, an anomaly for you.
Mary: For instance, I might just turn the gun over to the police and let them figure out who this belongs to.
Adam: Why, Mary, are you trying to blackmail me?
Greenlee: Paperwork. That's why I'm here.
Ryan: Please tell me you can do better than that, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Oh, rather than bug Kendall with all the pesky Fusion details, I just thought I'd swing by, pick up the papers myself.
Kendall: And, what, weasel your way in with your Prada lock pick?
Greenlee: Or use the key I still have. I just thought I'd swing by and get the papers myself.
Ryan: Really? So why didn't you?
Greenlee: Well, your sudden interest kind of threw off my timing.
Kendall: Yes, leaving you no choice but to hide in the hallway and eavesdrop on a private conversation. That's really classy.
Greenlee: Well, it was either that or bust up all that intensity. "Discretion's the better part of --" whatever.
Kendall: First the rooftop, and now in my home. Do you ever get sick and tired of watching me and Ryan together?
Greenlee: Each and every time. Relax, I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Otherwise, my brain might've bled.
Kendall: Why don't you just get your own damn life already?
Greenlee: Chill with the melodrama, ok? Why don't you get back to your proposal? At least that's one way you can get a man to marry you. I'll see myself out.
Ryan: Good idea. Go.
Greenlee: Wait, Kendall, actually, I was going to ask you, do you and Ryan plan on having another baby after you crack this one out? Baby John Doe might need some company since he doesn't know who the daddy is.
Ryan: Oh, hey, hey, hey! Greenlee, get out! Go!
Kendall: I want to kill her.
Kendall: How in the hell can you let that bitch win again?
Reggie: Greenlee and this wedding is a bad mix -- I mean like H-bomb bad, really bad. I don't think I'm the only one on this, either.
Erica: Penny for your thoughts.
Bianca: Oh, um -- I was thinking about Kendall.
Erica: Honey, you don't have to worry about Kendall. She's going to be acquitted, I know that.
Bianca: I -- I know that you know that, and don't worry, I'm not worried. I -- I was actually thinking I'm glad that she has Ryan again.
Erica: He's been loyal, hasn't he, after all they've been through.
Bianca: Yeah, and it's made a world of difference. I mean, even though Kendall would never admit it, she -- she kind of shimmers when he's around, just like you do when Uncle Jack is around. Just seems like being loved makes you glow from the inside out.
Erica: And, baby, that will happen for you someday, it will, I mean, with someone you already know or someone new. I mean, you're just going to feel like you've known this person your whole life, and -- and no matter what happens and how complicated things can get, that special person in your heart just makes everything go more easily. Oh, baby, you have to believe that that's going to happen for you someday.
Bianca: I do. Um '
[Bianca shrinks away from her mom's embrace]
Bianca: I'm sorry. No, I'm -- I'm sorry. It's --
Erica: No, no, no, no. You know what, it's ok because I know.
Bianca: You told her?
Erica: Told me what?
Jack: Yeah, Erica, actually, it is true -- have a seat -- that Bianca and I do know something that you for some reason haven't yet figured out.
Bianca: Uncle Jack --
Jack: You're a crier.
Erica: I'm a crier?
Jack: You're a crier. I said it and I'm not going to take it back. You're a crier. Actually, Bianca and I have had conversation on this topic several times. Anytime something emotional happens -- like you just wanted to hug Bianca there -- the waterworks, they start.
Bianca: Mom, it's true.
Reggie: Yeah, I've seen it, but you're a pretty crier, though.
Erica: Well, I'm not going to cry. I mean, not until I ask Bianca to be my maid of honor.
Greenlee: Who's getting married now?
Jack: Erica and I. That's why I called you to come over.
Greenlee: Oh, God. It's contagious, like cooties.
Erica: Oh, how sweet. Yes, we are so delighted.
Greenlee: Fine. Whatever. Your funeral. Don't mind me.
[Knock on door]
Maria: Mr. Montgomery --
Jack: Whoa, whoa --
Maria: I'm Maria Chambers for VH1 Satellite Radio.
Erica: Oh, someone get her out of here.
Maria: The media is buzzing over your stunning reveal in court today. Did you use the gun that you stole from the evidence room to kill Michael Cambias? Will you confess to his murder when you retake the stand?
Jack: Maria, this is private property and it's a private party, so could we just not do this, please?
Maria: All right, I'll see you in court.
Jack: Yeah. I can't believe you just walked in here. Well, you know what they say -- it's not a party until the media crash it.
Erica: Oh --
Jack: Anybody want a refill here?
Greenlee: Wait a minute. You're going to confess to murder to save Kendall?
Jack: Greenlee, what --
Greenlee: If you want to take the fall for that bitch, I could care less. My God. She needs you more than I do.
Reggie: You had to ruin it, huh? You had to come in and blast on a good time and just kick it to pieces, didn't you?
Greenlee: Yeah, well, I'm not the one who ruins everything. That would be Kendall and Erica's job.
Kendall: She hides in my home like some wannabe PI, and you just let it go? Ryan, she's not going to stop snooping until they lock me up for good.
Ryan: Oh, come on, she doesn't want you to go to prison, all right? She would never take it that far.
Kendall: Oh, yeah, because Greenlee's just the soul of restraint.
Ryan: Well, she did manage to stand out there without retching out loud.
Kendall: She heard us kissing. She heard me propose to you, and you just let it go? Ryan, you know what? If you think poor, harmless Greenlee is suffering so much, you can go and find her and kiss it and make it better. Ok? Go. Get out. Get out!
Ryan: You know what? I can't leave, not just yet, because I have to answer your question first.
Kendall: No, you know what? Greenlee was not enough humiliation. You want to pester me about the proposal, too? Well, you know what?
Kendall: Forget it. Forget that I ever mentioned it!
Ryan: Yes, Kendall, yes. The answer is yes.
Mary: Did you kill Michael Cambias?
Adam: If I did, I'll get away with it. You enjoy holding that, don't you?
Mary: More than some things, not as much as others.
Adam: Hmm. Hand me the gun.
Mary: Then I'll be empty-handed.
Adam: One final request -- give me the gun.
Mary: Can't blame a girl for trying.
Adam: Oh, no, no, I applaud you for trying. But perhaps this might be a good time to use your energies toward a more -- well, more creative project.
Mary: Do you have something in mind?
Adam: Yes, I might, at that.
Tad: Take New Year's Eve, for example, all right? I start the evening with one woman, Krystal, I end it with another, Simone. Never mind Liza Colby waltzing in here this afternoon, finding me in flagrante on the floor --
Joe: Too much, too much. Just give me the big picture, no details.
Tad: Big picture?
Tad: All right, fine. Out of all the women in my life that I -- I'm not related to, you know, I've known Liza the longest -- although, you could've fooled me the way she was acting. She waltzed in here, kicked Krystal out, and said out of the middle of nowhere she wants the two of us to give it a shot.
Joe: Huh. Well, that's a bold move.
Tad: You don't know from bold until you've spent an hour with Krystal Carey. The things that woman can do with a ping-pong paddle. She is just so hot.
Joe: Well, she is an attractive woman, yes.
Tad: As is Simone, ok? Fun, funny, works hard, plays harder.
Joe: All right, all right, all right.
Tad: I know, too many details. But, I mean, honestly, you know, with Simone, I never thought I had to worry about it.
Tad: We could just have a good time. You know what I mean?
Joe: Mm-hmm, she's in your comfort zone.
Tad: I thought she was. She said she was absolutely fine with keeping things casual, and then -- boom -- all of a sudden, everything is hearts and flowers.
Tad: In five short weeks, I've gone from being Tad the casserole king, the pathetic widower that everybody thinks they have to take care of, to Tad the --
Joe: The Cad.
Tad: It's not funny. I need help here, ok? How long have I been trying to bury that? I didn't ask for any of this.
Joe: But you haven't exactly been fighting it, have you? Come on, sit down, sit down.
Tad: Fight it? I didn't think I had to fight it, not till Liza waltzed in here this afternoon. I just kind of figured that, I don't know, I'd love Dixie for the rest of my life, and then have fun with anybody who wanted to go along for the ride.
Joe: And now too many takers and not enough Tad.
Tad: You know, at this point, a little paternal sympathy wouldn't kill you.
Joe: I'm going to be paternal. All right, your life has come full circle and it's like you're 17 again.
Tad: No, no, because when I was 17, we wouldn't have had this conversation. I'd be having fun and, you know, whatever.
Joe: Mm-hmm. And now you're worried about --
Tad: Liza. No, I mean, all of them. I just -- mostly Liza. You should've heard her, Pop. She just -- she put it out there, you know? There's no casual with Liza, not after all this time. And the idea of hurting her is just -- it's killing me.
Joe: Who says she'd get hurt? I mean, forget Tad and Liza at 17. Liza's grown up now. She knows what she wants. And from what you tell me, she's willing to take a chance.
Krystal: You are slick, though, I'm telling you.
Liza: Well, you know, what about you? You didn't even bat an eye, asking me if I wanted to watch.
Krystal: Between the three of us, I think Tad was really the only one who lost his cool.
Liza: Well, you know, that alone made the day worthwhile.
Krystal: Well, speak for yourself, you know? Unfinished business makes me a little antsy.
Liza: Tad can do that to a woman.
Krystal: And so much more. You know, I figured out why all the girls go gaga for Tad. He's one of those bad boy/good boy things all rolled into one.
Liza: Excuse me?
Krystal: A rare breed. Enough bad boy to make it fun and exciting.
Liza: Enough good boy to make you lose your heart.
Krystal: And get ensnared for life.
Liza: Well, you know, there was really only one woman who ensnared him.
Krystal: The famous Dixie. How's it feel to play second fiddle to a memory?
Liza: Second fiddle with Tad is worth the whole string orchestra with someone else.
Krystal: I don't know. I played first violin or I don't play at all.
Liza: Then I suggest you find a different orchestra, the sooner, the better.
Jamie: Chelsea! Hey, how have you been?
Chelsea: Great, except this friend of mine just -- poof -- fell off the earth.
Jamie: Well, where was the last place you saw him?
Chelsea: Hmm, The Pit. We used to hang out there, but then he told me he was involved with somebody and things were complicated.
Jamie: He said that to you?
Jamie: Wow, what a jerk.
Chelsea: So, is he still taken?
Jamie: No, he's not. He's 100% free.
Kendall: What are you saying?
Ryan: Well, it's really just one syllable, so try to stay with me -- yes.
Kendall: But do you mean it?
Ryan: Do you? Hey, hey, Kendall? I'm right here. Look, my arms going around you, ok? Come here. You take me at my word and I will take you at yours. Can you do that?
Kendall: Oh. I love how this feels.
Ryan: You think you can handle it for, like, the next 50 or 60 years?
Kendall: I think we're lucky if we can make it until tomorrow morning.
Ryan: I know it's a little bit of a crapshoot, but this is the way I think of it -- I figure, like, luck has got to be on our side now. You know, it's about time. What do you say?
Kendall: I say you let me squeeze you really tight and smother you with lots of kisses.
Kendall: Yes. Now.
Kendall: Mm-hmm, you like that.
Mary: This project -- will I be working with you?
Adam: Oh, very closely.
Mary: And will I have creative control?
Adam: Well, not entirely, but, yes, your input will be crucial.
Mary: But you'll be in charge?
Adam: I always am.
Mary: Ok. I'm intrigued.
Adam: What if I promise you a mind-altering experience? Hmm?
Greenlee: Oh, Mom. I'm in real trouble. Sorry to barge in.
[Babe and J.R. cuddle on the sofa after making love]
Babe: Remember that first time that we made love? We stayed wrapped in each other's arms for two days straight. Hmm. And I let you go just long enough to make a vending machine run so we wouldn't starve to death. You remember what you said to me? You said that I was the reason that you left Pine Valley and got on that ship, because it would eventually bring you to me. No guy has ever been so sweet. Oh. What's wrong?
J.R.: I've got work to do, got files to read. Just leave that mess for the janitor. Oh, and just so you know, nothing's changed. The paternity test will happen as planned.
Babe: Go, then. Just go.
[Babe flings the necklace at J.R. as he exits]
Jamie: Brr. Dad, cheer up. You got a wild bra running around your house. How bad can it be?
Tad: Yeah, he's got a point. Certainly nothing compared with the problems you've been dealing with between Krystal and Babe and J.R.
Jamie: Thank you.
Tad: I don't how you're handling it.
Joe: Yeah, that's right. Come on, come on, sit down, have something to eat. Tell us how you're holding up.
Jamie: I'm fine.
Tad: Oh, come on, son, you're amongst family. Feel free to weep openly, you know, bang your drum.
Jamie: Dad, seriously, I'm cool.
Joe: Yeah? About what? Which part?
Jamie: All of it, all of it. Babe wants to stay married to J.R., that's her call. And as far as the baby goes, I'll wait till he or she is born, then push for the test. If I'm a dad, I'll be a dad, a part of that baby's life.
Joe: Wow, that's well-reasoned, well-put. I'm impressed.
Tad: You're not my son. Where's the pod? I'll trade you some chicken wings for some of that youthful wisdom.
Jamie: You know what? No, thanks. I got a date.
Tad: Excuse me. What?
Jamie: I got to go. I've kept her waiting too long already.
Tad: "Her"? Who "her"?
Jamie: Dad, she's perfect. She's not married, not pregnant, and she's never met J.R.
Tad: Ladies and gentlemen, my son, James Edward Martin, a young man of wit, wisdom, and, apparently, common sense.
Joe: Yeah, you're absolutely right. Who raised that kid, anyway?
Krystal: You're an ok gal, Liza. Straight-talking, upfront about what you want. I respect that.
Liza: Well, I'm glad I made myself clear.
Krystal: Oh, yeah, you did. You want Tad, and nothing's going to stand in your way.
Liza: Well, that's it, exactly. So you'll be leaving Tad alone from now on?
Krystal: Oh, no, no. No, I didn't say that.
Liza: I thought you only played first violin.
Krystal: Yeah, well, you know how to get to Carnegie Hall, Liza -- practice, practice, practice.
Erica: I was right about you before. You are a hopeless romantic. You make such beautiful promises about our happily-ever-after, about our wedding day. Sometimes without even saying anything. Just the way you touch me or look at me, kiss me.
Jack: You know I plan to keep those promises, don't you?
Erica: How can you do that, Jack, if you're in prison for the murder of Michael Cambias?
Jack: You said you trusted me, that I wouldn't let that happen. Please, please, don't lose your faith in me now.
Erica: No, it's not you. It's not you, Jack. It's Michael Cambias. He's still out there. I feel it.
Jack: Erica, Michael Cambias is dead.
Erica: He's dead. I know he's dead. But some part of him is still out there in some new shape, some new form. I mean, he came to Pine Valley with one purpose in mind, and one purpose only. He is hell-bent on trying to destroy us all. I still feel his presence. I think Bianca does, too.
Jack: Michael Cambias is gone. He is not out there somewhere. He is dead and he is buried, Erica, and he is not going to hurt Bianca or you or any of us, not ever again.
Mary: Adam, I'm sorry. I know the timing is terrible, but sorry.
Adam: Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my room.
Mary: Darling, why have you got those tragic, little frown lines on your face?
Greenlee: I couldn't do a damn thing about it. I just -- I had to let go.
Mary: Is this about Pablo?
Greenlee: I lost everything and everyone I cared about, and it's all because of Kendall.
Kendall: No, no, no, no, don't go.
Ryan: No, it's ok, it's ok. Stay here. Stay, stay, stay.
Ryan: Cold, cold, cold.
Kendall: Where did you go?
Ryan: Well, you kind of --
Kendall: Leave me.
Ryan: You kind of hijacked my chance to propose to you. So the least that you could do is let me put this on your finger, this ring.
Kendall: You remembered -- you remembered where I kept it.
Ryan: Kendall, what don't I know about you and love every single bit? Huh? Come here. Would you rather I said no?
Kendall: What if it doesn't happen? What if this is all just a big fantasy that I live on for the rest of my life while I'm in jail? Ryan, to be this close to you and lose you again, to never touch you again, I can't --
Ryan: Not going to happen. There's going to be no prison. Not going to happen.
Kendall: How do you know that?
Ryan: Well, I do. I know it. You're going to be acquitted and you're going to be free, and on that day, we'll say "I do."
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Jack: There is something I've been keeping from you, and you're not going to like it very much.
Mary: You want to pick up where we left off last night?
Adam: Are you referring to my bedroom or the blackmail?
Greenlee: Kendall, I've got you and your bundle right where I want you.
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