All My Children Transcript Tuesday 2/17/04
Proofread by Gisele
Greenlee: Ryan? You can't hear me. You don't want to. You think this is where I belong. Because of me, Kendall may have lost her case. And if she lost her case, then you lost her. Maybe you shoved that rock over the hole to get back at me.
Kendall: Can you blame him?
Kendall: Wow. Check you out -- you got a death grip on that ring there -- your own precious little ring. Well, you have it and I don't. How psyched are you?
Greenlee: Why are you here?
Kendall: Well, gee, Greenlee, let me think. Well, you got me a first-class ticket to hell and I wanted to see what it's like when someone takes the trip in coach. So, how's the ride so far?
Greenlee: Does this mean we're over?
Bianca: Ryan? Ryan?
Ryan: Uh -- what?
Bianca: Did you want to talk about what Greenlee did to Kendall?
Ryan: No, Greenlee -- um -- no, she's the -- she's the last person I want to talk about.
Bianca: Well, then why did you say her name?
Ryan: The reason -- the reason why I'm here is to give you this.
Bianca: Ryan, I don't want this. Take it back. Take it back!
Jack: Erica? For Pete's sake. Please turn your cell phone on. "To Whom It May Concern"? Oh, dear God, what have you done?
Maria: You know, I always thought Hemingway was all about the macho, but he really -- he really knows his way around the love and the passion. Of course, not like -- not like my favorite author, the world-famous Edmund Grey, who totally has the drop on romance. You know, the nurses are all still gaga, sweetie -- all gaga about what you did yesterday, the big Valentine's Day coup you managed to pull off from your hospital bed -- as am I.
Edmund: My legs don't move. My dialing finger is very agile.
Maria: You know, we -- we really, really, really got to get a jump on Sam's birthday. I have no clue who the superhero du jour is, if it's Podman or, you know --
Edmund: Don't do that, please.
Maria: Super Rhino Guy or what.
Edmund: Please don't do that.
Maria: What? What?
Edmund: Pretend that you don't hear me. Just -- I'm, like, in this bed as if it's my choice.
Maria: Baby, I know you -- I know you don't want to be here. We're going to get you back to Wildwind as soon as humanly possible. We're going to --
Edmund: I'm not talking about being in bed where the bed is. I'm talking about just anywhere, just being here, right here. Listen, we got to talk about this, ok? I know you're scared.
Maria: I know -- we both read the studies and we know that if we just keep a good, positive mindset, it's going to help you heal a lot faster.
Edmund: There's positive and there's delusional. Maria, look at me.
Maria: I'm looking.
Edmund: How well will I get?
Maria: You need time and rest. And like I said before, I told you we're not going to know --
Edmund: We won't know for sure about the paralysis until the body's had a chance to heal.
Edmund: But that wasn't the truth, was it?
Ryan: All right, Alexander gave me the estate with the provision that it would go to the Cambias heir if one exists, so this is from me to you -- or better yet, from me to your baby.
Bianca: Nice try, Ryan, but --
Ryan: Ok, before you say it, before you say it -- have you thought about what good can come out of this? Retribution, Bianca. Justice, as in you could give Enchantment back to your mother. You could give Fusion to Kendall, you could start a foundation for victims of violence. Bianca, with your help, this baby could do incredible things. And it's only fair after what you've been through.
Bianca: If I could give Enchantment back to my mom, that would make things a little easier for her, I mean, even just as a distraction from everything.
Ryan: Enchantment is Erica. Couldn't hurt to make it official again.
Bianca: Ryan, I wouldn't even know where to start with all this.
Ryan: You hire some -- some Ivy League bean counter, all right? They handle everything for you. I've already got you an administrator. If you don't like him, you get another one. You've got Kendall, you've got Lena to help you out with this. Now, this is your vision, but -- but their legwork. Ok, make the estate something to be proud of because not all power is evil. Not all money is tainted, Bianca.
Bianca: "Holdings, limited partnerships, business subsidiaries"?
Ryan: I know, I know, I know. I know, and there's actually something else.
Bianca: Oh, what, a used car and some swampland in Florida?
Ryan: No. And by no means are you held to this, but both Kendall and I promised J.R. that he would run Chandler Enterprises.
Bianca: Well, he should. I would absolutely want J.R. in charge. Or at least I'm sure that's what the baby would've said. Ahem.
Ryan: Well, she's got her mother's good taste and good heart.
Bianca: Stop it.
Ryan: And if I read that look in your eye correctly, I have tied up my last loose end. I can -- I can leave with no worries.
Bianca: You leave? Where are you going?
Ryan: Well, I've never really been a destination kind of guy.
Bianca: What -- what does that mean? You're just going to take off for wherever?
Ryan: Yeah -- I mean, after the trial.
Bianca: For how long? A week? A month?
Ryan: More like for good.
Bianca: Ryan, you can't do that. What about Kendall?
Ryan: Kendall and I are history with no chance to repeat itself.
Jack: Stocks, bonds, mutual funds, insurance? "The estate of Erica Kane"? What the hell do you have in your mind?
Boyd: Erica, I got you those stats you wanted on that formula -- oh. Jack, hey. Is Erica here?
Jack: No. Have -- have you seen her?
Boyd: No, not for a while, but her door was open. I just assumed she'd come back.
Jack: So you saw her leave?
Boyd: Yeah, I saw her in the elevator earlier. She was on her way out. Why? Is something wrong?
Jack: I don't know. Did -- did she say anything at all to you?
Boyd: Just that she had some personal matters to take care of.
Jack: And that's all she said?
Boyd: No, she also said she's glad Enchantment can count on me.
Jack: Just like that?
Jack: I want you to get ahold of Val and everybody else. If anybody hears from her, I want them to call me. Got it?
Greenlee: I wouldn't go to the mall with you, let alone hell. I'm staying right here.
Kendall: Yeah, you got that right. Pull up a rock and make yourself comfy. Looks like you're here for the duration. Oh, wait, hold on. Do you hear that?
Greenlee: You're just a figment.
Kendall: No, no, no, no -- listen, listen. Up in the land of the living -- no choppers, no dogs, no tearful interviews with relatives. Huh. I bet Daddy Jack hasn't even noticed that you're MIA.
Greenlee: Maybe because he's got his hands full with pesky details like saving your life.
Kendall: You mean undoing the damage wrought by little old you?
Greenlee: He's busy, ok? Besides, Jack knows I can take care of myself. He has faith in me.
Kendall: Either that or he's just too busy to be bothered by you because you're such a royal pain in the butt.
Greenlee: I'm his daughter. He loves me. No matter how angry he is about that --
Kendall: About what, that bizarre makeover you gave me on the stand?
Greenlee: He'll forgive me.
Kendall: Forgive and forget? Or just forget you? Hmm -- still no posse, no Ryan, no Daddy. I'd say "no Mommy," but that's pretty cruel. Oh, well -- hey, you still got me. Oh, this is divine justice. You are stuck in a filthy, disgusting hole for all the filthy, disgusting things you've done in your life. Ah, cheer up, Greenlee. You and I -- we can go to our little, wormy resting places together.
Greenlee: Don't you listen? I'm not going anywhere with you. If no one comes to find me -- which they will -- I'll get out of here myself. But I'm sure as hell not staying here with you.
Kendall: Oh, boy -- how lucky am I to have ringside seats for the first time you take a tumble? When you actually learn what it feels like to fight and lose?
Greenlee: I know plenty about losing. Guess what -- it's for losers, not me. What I have, I've earned.
Kendall: Oh, you mean your trust fund?
Greenlee: There's more to me than my piggy bank, and I've fought for every bit of it. I'm the original alpha girl. I'm the all-out go-getter who makes the cover of "Forbes."
Kendall: Hmm, the female leader of the pack?
Greenlee: You got it.
Kendall: You know what the other term for alpha girl pack leader is?
Greenlee: Don't you dare!
Greenlee: That's what people say when a woman is tough, when everyone is jealous.
Kendall: Well, what is there to be jealous of? The fact that everyone hates you?
Greenlee: That's not true.
Kendall: Since when?
Greenlee: Ok, ok, ok, they do hate me. And I did that, I made everyone hate me -- Jack, Bianca, Ryan, you. Everything that I said and that I did -- I have no one to blame but myself, no one to scream at. I did it. It's all my fault.
Ryan: Bianca, I love you, but no more Kendall, all right? At least not for me.
Bianca: But, Ryan, if Kendall just --
Ryan: Ok, back to the important stuff! Now, there's enough money in here for you to do all sorts of things. I've already structured an account in case Kendall gets convicted so you have enough money to appeal all the way to the Supreme Court.
Bianca: So much for "no more Kendall." Come on, Ryan, you can't help it. You still care about her, don't you?
[Knock on door]
Bianca: Yeah, come in.
Jack: Too early?
Bianca: Oh, never to see you.
Jack: Hello, Ryan.
Ryan: Hey, Jack.
Jack: How's my girls?
Bianca: One of us has cabin fever.
Bianca: Yeah, you should feel her kick.
Ryan: Hey, Bianca, I think I'm going to take off now, all right? A little light reading for later?
Jack: Listen, if you don't mind hanging out for just a second. Bianca, has -- has Erica been by here at all today?
Bianca: No, she still hasn't come. I'm sorry, Uncle Jack.
Jack: I think what happened is Erica and I just got our signals crossed, that's all. Ok?
Jack: Ok. Good night. I'll see you later.
Ryan: Ok. Listen, this is a good thing. All right, it's going to make people happy, lots of people -- starting with me.
Jack: Damn it!
Ryan: Wow. First Greenlee, now Erica. Kind of careless the way you misplace the women in your life.
Jack: Ryan, does it look like I'm in any mood for this at all?
Ryan: No, hold it, hold it. Jack, wait, wait, wait. If Erica's in trouble, I want to know about it. Tell me.
Edmund: Tell me, Maria. Was that the truth before?
Maria: Honey, doctors are fallible. All we can do is make an educated guess. I don't --
Edmund: I'm not asking a doctor! I'm asking my wife, the woman who never lies to me. How bad is it? What are the chances that I'll walk again?
Maria: Well, they -- they're not as high as I would've liked --
Maria: For them to be, but I -- they're slim. They're slim.
Edmund: To none?
Maria: Yeah. Edmund, I am really sorry. I'm sorry that I -- that I didn't tell you the truth, but, hey, this is not the end. I mean, what happened to all that you were saying last night, huh? All the things that you still had to be grateful for? What happened to all of that?
Edmund: I woke up -- again, here. And my legs didn't move -- again. You avoided my questions -- again.
Maria: Well, because I think that we need to think about the big picture here. I think that, you know, we need to look at the fact that you even woke up at all.
Edmund: The "grateful to be alive" speech? What's next, the "fulfilling life of the paraplegic" lecture? I've heard it all before. I wrote the damn thing. I got a plaque in my office about a piece that I did about Vietnam vets who came home in wheelchairs, remember?
Edmund: They were strong, good men. Brave, successful --
Maria: Yeah, and you said that they were heroes in every sense of the word.
Edmund: Fulfilled. I don't want to be a hero. I just want to get out of this bed and walk again.
Maria: You know what, baby? I just -- I don't think we should do this right now. I think that this is too raw, and --
Edmund: That surgeon, Marshall -- he said with surgery I might have a chance.
Maria: What are you doing? What are you doing?
Edmund: The longer I wait, the lower my odds. I'm going to call him and see if he can scrub in.
Maria: Oh, the hell you are!
[Maria rips the phone out of Edmund's hands and places it out of his reach]
Bianca: Hi. Mom, it's Bianca. Um -- I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm -- I'm doing all right and the doctors say that I'm going to be out of here pretty soon. But I would really love for you to call because I'm still going to be here for a little bit, and it would just be really nice to hear your voice.
[Knock on door]
Babe: Morning! Is this a bad time for me to see how you and Mini B are doing?
Bianca: Oh, no, come on in. Actually, the doctor said that the two of us are doing much better. Thank you.
Babe: Oh, Bianca, that is so good to hear.
Bianca: For us?
Babe: Well, I got one for my little munchkin, too. Oh, isn't it adorable? Their tiny, little hands are going to be holding that soon.
Bianca: Thank you so much for thinking of us.
Babe: Hey, the first rule of the Mommy's Club is not trying to pull wool over my eyes. What's wrong?
Bianca: Oh, I'm sure it's just -- it's just the hospital or this goofy gown.
Babe: Or maybe it's something a lot bigger than that. Bianca, I'm your girl, remember? I was the one that hid you from your mom in Uncle Stuart's cottage? You know that you can tell me anything, right?
Jack: Erica has completely revised her will. Kendall is now the beneficiary. She has signed over all of her Enchantment stock to Kendall. She's deeded her penthouse to Bianca. I mean, you name it, she has covered it.
Ryan: She gave away everything she has?
Jack: Everything, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why she's doing this.
Ryan: So you're -- so you're worried about it?
Jack: Well, I'm worried to death. Of course I'm worried. Look, I got to find her before she does something stupid.
Ryan: Well, hold -- hold on a second. Stupid? How stupid?
Jack: Look, look, whatever thought is going through your head, believe me, it has gone through mine in the past few hours. I mean, I looked for her at the penthouse, I looked for her at her office, her favorite muffin shop, for Pete's sake.
Greenlee's voice: Ryan, you have to save me from myself.
Jack: I even emailed her to call me.
Ryan: Jack, wait a second. Did you ever hear from Greenlee?
Greenlee: Jack, Ryan, Bianca, Erica, you. Jake, Laura, Ryan again, Gillian. Scott. Becca -- oh, my God. It doesn't end. Have I always been this way? I have. No matter how far back you go, there's damage. And if a guy doesn't come with a flashlight looking for me, it's because no one cares about me. And if no one cares about me, it's because of me. It's all my fault.
Kendall: Well, you're a very slow learner, but at least you finally got it. You finally embraced the real you.
Greenlee: No, this is the real me. There's got to be more than that inside me.
Kendall: Give in. You can't win. Look around. This is the last place you are ever going to see. You will remember every little nook, cranny, crevice, piece of dirt.
Kendall: Listen, I accepted my fate. Now it's your turn. Just give in. Your throat is dry. Your stomach's empty. And your heart -- well, your heart's just not up for the fight. The best you can hope for is that you go in your sleep. So, how about we find out right now, shall we?
Greenlee: If I don't get out of here, they'll never know how sorry I am. They'll never know that I wanted --
Kendall: What, make amends?
Kendall: Oh, so they'll all love you now?
Greenlee: So I won't die ashamed of who I am. I can't die in here, not like this. Not now.
Kendall: One, one thousand, two, one thousand. Ok. How about now?
Greenlee: I've got to do this. This wreckage can't be all that I leave behind. I have to -- why am I telling you, anyway? You've had your fun, your taunts. You don't have a clue about who I am.
Kendall: Well, considering that I popped out of your head, yeah, I kind of do. But, hey, if not, I can always read your obituary.
Greenlee: Don't underestimate me. I haven't clawed or scratched or whatever it is that you call strength, but I'm not a quitter.
Kendall: Well, well, give yourself time. You'll figure it out.
Greenlee: I can do this. When I want something, I go out and I get it. I'm not staying in here a second longer than I have to. I am up and out of here. You hear that? So you either back me up or back the hell off. With or without you, I'm on my way out. Oh. Wow. Ok. Ha! Come on, Greenlee. Light a fire under it. Show me what you got. Can't believe you let her distract you when you've got so much work to do. Ok, all right. Rock, dirt. Dirt, rocks. Rock -- with words. Words -- "Shaft work, Jim and Marty, 1942." A mineshaft. Mineshafts lead to other mineshafts. Yes, they go places, they do things. I want to go places. I want to do things. Ok, come on. Oh, oh. Forgive me, Blahnik, for I'm about to sin.
[Greenlee removes her shoe and uses its heel to pull a rock out of the wall]
Greenlee: Ok. Oh! Oh, yes, I feel something. I feel something. Air. Air. Oxygen. Ah! Scratch "suffocation" off your list, Kendall. I'm getting out of here! I'm on my way out!
Ryan: They're just -- it's just flashes, and they're kind of weird and they're just random. But it's not like I don't have enough going on in my mind right now. But then suddenly Greenlee pops into my head.
Jack: Ok, do these flashes feel like they're a warning of some kind? Do you think Greenlee's in danger?
Ryan: You know what? It probably just means that I need a Greenlee detox.
Jack: Ryan, you know what? If you didn't think this was important, you wouldn't have brought it up.
Ryan: Jackson, just forget about it, all right? It's -- it's probably exactly like I said. She's holed up in some place that's overpriced and cushy --
Jack: Or not. Now I have that to worry about.
Ryan: Relax, just relax. I guarantee you that she's going to swing back into town and she's going to find a whole new way to make us all crazy because that's what she loves to do best.
Jack: Yeah, well, I hope to God you're right because my plate is more than full right now. I'm going to go try to find Erica.
Ryan: Hey, hey, listen, I can make some calls. I can just look around for her if you want.
Jack: That would be great. I would really appreciate that. Thanks.
Babe: You don't have to share, but I'm a major league listener.
Bianca: Well, so am I, and you can feel free to say something if you want.
Babe: Yeah, I always say something. What'd you have in mind?
Bianca: Well, how about when we were at Stuart and Marian's cottage? You were talking about being pregnant, and I didn't happen to mention that I was, too.
Babe: Bianca, who you tell and what you tell them -- that's your business.
Bianca: Not everybody feels that way. Some people feel like this baby shouldn't -- shouldn't exist, that this baby isn't right.
Babe: And there is no reason in the world that you have to listen to them.
Bianca: Yeah, but I have to listen to myself. And I have to admit, I wonder, too. Is it fair to her? Is it right for me to have her?
Babe: We all do stuff that makes us wonder. But in the end, you're having a baby. That's all that matters. A baby, Bianca -- a tiny, precious, little, helpless person.
Bianca: But what about where she came from?
Babe: It doesn't matter where. Babies -- they're -- oh, they're God's gift, a reminder to us of how wonderful life can be.
Bianca: Do you really believe that?
Babe: With all my heart. And from what I can tell, you're a pretty darn good person yourself. So I'd say that you two are a match made in heaven. Is that too corny? I swear, these hormones are making me mushy before my time.
Bianca: No, Babe, I think that's --
Babe: Come here.
Edmund: What are you doing?
Maria: I'm giving you a chance to calm down and think straight.
Edmund: You're trying to treat me like an invalid.
Maria: No, I'm just --
Edmund: You really want to push my buttons, Maria?
Maria: I want you to calm down, and I want you to rethink Marshall's sales pitch. That's what I want. Ok, because right now, right this second, the risks are way too high. Forget the normal risk of surgery and of all that, but -- your heart has been compromised, Edmund. It's not working the same as it was before you were shot, and if Marshall gets you on that table, you could crash again. Or you could stroke out or you could die! Now, what is the difference between that and Russian roulette?
Edmund: Look, we get that bullet out in surgery, we are halfway home.
Maria: Oh, my God. Ok, you know what? You know what really ticks me off about Marshall's whole fantasy is the fact that if you get in there in the OR, and that bullet during surgery slips at all, it could make the vertebra cave and sever the spinal cord. And do you know what that means? That -- that is the difference, my love, between being a paraplegic and being a quadriplegic. So you think it sucks that your legs won't move right now? What about when your arms and your hands and your lungs don't take any impulse control from your head?
Edmund: Ok, listen to me, listen to me. What if I don't take this chance, ok? What if I don't take the chance, and this is it? This is as good as it gets? This is me right now -- no feeling in the lower part of the quadrant -- whatever the hell it is? No feeling, Maria! And we both know what kind of a life that is! What kind of a man would I be if I don't even try?
Maria: You'd be the kind of man that knows that your wife and your kids can't take those kind of odds. That's the kind of man that you'll be.
Maria: Oh, God.
Maria: No matter what, Edmund, I love you.
Edmund: I love you, too.
Maria: Oh, hey -- ahem.
Ryan: What is it? What's wrong?
Greenlee: Oh. This beats one of those goofy oxygen spa treatments. What? Oh, oh, bless you, you beautiful little hole in the wall! Oh, oh, oh -- clean, pure nectar of the Gods. Ha-ha! Look at you, you showoff! What -- what is that you're saying, you beautiful, beautiful hole in the rock, huh? Huh?
[Water rushes in]
Greenlee: Oh, my God.
Babe: You think our babies had their own little cosmic hug?
Bianca: Yeah, I do. Actually, I felt her kicking.
Babe: Me, too! Hey, there's still a little worry tickling on that brain, and it is time to share. Unless it's too private.
Bianca: Oh, no. Actually, it's about to become very public. It was just confirmed -- my little girl is a billionaire.
Babe: You know that you're having a girl?
Bianca: Oh, it's just a feeling.
Babe: Oh, well, me, too, except -- except I am 100% positive that I'm carrying a little bundle that's going to wear all blue. What?
Bianca: It's just that the word that most people would've picked up on in that sentence is "billionaire."
Babe: Yeah, that's cool, too. Well, it's great, but money -- it comes and goes. But babies -- oh, they make the world go round.
Bianca: You are a trip. You're going to make a great mom.
Babe: And our babies -- they are going to grow up and they are going to fall in love, and they're going to live happily ever after -- and be gorgeous.
Bianca: I wish that's all we had to worry about.
Bianca: Some people aren't quite as thrilled as we are.
Babe: Yeah. Try nasty, grumpy, and downright rude. Adam has made himself perfectly clear how he feels about this baby.
Bianca: Another baby to carry on the Chandler name? I would expect Adam to be doing backflips.
Babe: No. But he does curl his lip a lot. Hey, but that's all going to change. Pretty soon Adam is going to get onboard the happy baby train, and J.R.'s going to crawl and sit right next to him.
Bianca: Oh, come on. J.R. must be ecstatic.
Babe: You'd think so.
Bianca: Well, I know so. I was there at the cafe when you two were celebrating. J.R. was grinning from ear to ear.
Babe: He's taken some grimace lessons from pops since then, but I'm counting on that grin to come back. I'm sure of it.
Bianca: How do you do it, Babe? How do you face so much opposition and -- and resentment and still manage to stay optimistic?
Babe: You know, I guess it's just a heavy dose of dumb, blind faith.
Bianca: I really hope that you get everything you want, Babe. You and your baby deserve it.
Babe: And so do you and my daughter-in-law. Hey, if I can find a silver lining after all this mess, there's no reason you can't find one, too.
Jack: God help me, Myrtle. I mean, I am at a total loss here. I do not know how to help Erica get through her pain. She wanted space, I gave her space. What did she do? She rewrote her will.
Jack: Honey, I'm scared. I mean, I -- was I wrong? I mean, should I have pushed her?
Myrtle: No, no, no, Jack. You can't push Erica if she's not expecting it. It doesn't work. You push her now, she'll just run away.
Jack: Yeah, well, you know what? That's just exactly what she might have done. I have no idea where she is, Myrtle, no idea in the world. And I don't want her to be alone when all this comes rushing out.
Myrtle: Jack, Jack, we will find her. We will find her, and then we're going to hold her close.
Myrtle: Jack, Jack, no.
Jack: "No," what?
Myrtle: You're thinking of that night. You'll learn nothing except evil. No answers.
Jack: Yeah, but, Myrtle, I keep -- I keep wondering what if I -- what if I hadn't done this, what if I hadn't done that.
Myrtle: Look, sweetheart, I have something in my head that feels like karma. It goes round and round and round like, "what if, what if, what if?" Well, what if I had come home earlier? What if I hadn't left? What if -- what if all the power hadn't gone out or someone else had been here? I -- if only I could just stop the pain!
Jack: Yeah, me, too. But all that pain has been covered up with secrets and lies, more damage every day. I mean, I -- read my palm.
Jack: Tell me, is this horror ever going to come an end, Myrtle?
Myrtle: Darling, my carny ways don't work for this. No, all I do is hope and pray that the ugliness will fade. Now, you go. You go and find our girl, and you take care of her.
Jack: You are one of a kind, Myrtle. God bless you.
Myrtle: Go now.
Jack: Thank you.
Greenlee: Whoa, whoa, stop, stop. Agua, ceasus! You know what? Maybe you didn't get to hear, but I have to make it out alive. You know, I've got places to go, people to throw myself in front of, so could you stop? Stop it? Please? Please?
[Greenlee frantically stuffs her scarf in the hole to stop the water from flooding her underground prison]
Ryan: You ok?
Maria: It's not one of my better days, but -- it's -- I got it under control.
Ryan: You want to talk about it?
Maria: No, I don't want to hold you up.
Ryan: Ok. Oh, before I go, I want to thank you for the holly.
Maria: The what?
Ryan: The holly that you left on my father's grave.
Ryan: That was you, wasn't it?
Maria: I'm going to leave bulbs, I think, next time. I think it'll be pretty for spring.
Ryan: You're still going every week, even with all that you got going on?
Maria: Well, Chris saved my daughter's life. I mean, that basically means he saved my family, he saved me. And even more so now, he's in my heart. I could never forget him.
Maria: Oh --
Ryan: Listen, wait, wait, wait. Anything you need -- you, Edmund, anything -- you just call me, ok?
Maria: Thank you. I really appreciate it, thank you.
Maria's voice: If Marshall gets you on that table, you could -- you could crash again. Or you could stroke out or you could die!
Dr. Marshall's voice: My success rate is excellent.
Edmund's voice: Ok, so what are the odds I come out of this better than when I came in?
Dr. Marshall's voice: Given your determination, I'd say whatever the odds are, there's a good chance you can beat it.
Edmund: I'm sorry, Maria.
[In an attempt to reach the telephone, Edmund falls out of bed]
Maria: Hey, honey, I thought maybe you could use a little snack -- oh, my God.
Greenlee: Ok. Ok, next mission -- out, which means up, which means this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.
[Greenlee rips the heel from her other shoe and attempts to scale the wall]
Greenlee: Oh! Ok. All right. All right. All right, it's now or never, Greenlee. Ok.
Adam: Well, Montgomery. You selling cookies now that you lost that cushy DA job?
Jack: Remind me to wipe that smirk off your face at a later date, Adam. I'm here about Erica. Have you seen her?
Adam: Has she wised up and left you again?
Jack: Have you seen her or not?
Adam: Well, she ran off with that idiot Tad Martin last time I saw her. Um -- that could be trouble.
Jack: Trouble about what? About --
Adam: Tad --
Jack: About Michael's murder case?
Adam: Yeah, Tad Martin is in overdrive trying to link me to that murder. Actually threw me in jail because of what he imagines I might have done that night.
Jack: Adam, I don't care what you did. What does he think Erica did?
Adam: I can only guess how his softened brain works.
Jack: I didn't come over here to play games with you. Now, you know more than you're saying, and by God, Adam, you're going to tell me.
[While at the cemetery, Ryan spots Erica lying on top of Chris' grave]
Ryan: Oh, my -- Erica?
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Alan: Who was your accomplice in this murder?
Adam: I intend to take the stand and make myself look like a cross between Jack the ripper and son of Sam.
Maria: Stay away from my husband. Do I make myself clear?
Ryan: Erica? Erica, can you hear me?
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