All My Children Transcript Friday 3/5/04
Proofread by Gisele
[Kendall sits alone by the waterfall]
Kendall: Ryan, no! No! Ryan, no! It's not what you thought! Ryan -- Ryan, no, come back! Ryan?
Greenlee: What is it? What's wrong?
David: Back so soon?
Kendall: You didn't come here for me, did you?
David: No. I come because, well, it's like I'm visiting Leo. So you're waiting for Ryan, huh?
Kendall: It's your worst nightmare, David. Ryan -- Ryan has run off with Greenlee.
David: I would think that would be your worst nightmare, Kendall.
Babe: Oh -- ok. Oh.
Mary: What? Stop that! What are you doing? Stop that!
Babe: This is supposed to be a baby shower, not a retirement tea party for some librarian.
Mary: These baskets are very tasteful and appropriate.
Babe: Yeah, and deadly. Ugh.
Mary: No. Not my flowers. Do not touch my flowers.
Babe: But everything's white. What's up with that? I mean, it kind of looks like we're at a funeral.
Mary: This is ridiculous!
Babe: But they need to stay.
Mary: Then I'm leaving.
Babe: Well -- I'll be sure to have Winnie take all this stuff down to the senior center. I'm sure they'll just go wild for everything.
Mary: You're so smug, aren't you? If you weren't J.R.'s brood mare, you would have been turned out on the streets a long time ago. You just wait till this baby comes. You see how long he keeps you around.
J.R.: Jamie. How goes it?
Jamie: Well, I guess that depends on what you want.
Babe: Ugh, you better run, you old witch! J.R., he loves me, and the only one on the streets is going to be you if you don't steer clear of me. Oh! Ugh! Hey, you guys, can you just get rid of all her stuff? Thanks.
Babe: The place isn't ready yet.
Bianca: Oh, that's ok. I just wanted to come and thank you for doing all of this stuff for me.
Babe: Well, here, wait. Let me take your coat. Now, come on in.
Bianca: Thank you.
Babe: Get it out? Ok. Is it dorky?
Bianca: Oh, no, it's so great! Oh, my God, look how cute.
Babe: Well, I still have a lot to set up, so it'll --
Bianca: It's ok. The decorations are the least of my worries.
[In a baby shop, Erica picks up a ballerina doll and squeezes it]
Doll's voice: I love my daddy. I love my daddy. My daddy loves me. My daddy loves me. I love my daddy. I love my daddy. My daddy loves me.
Greenlee: Is someone else here?
Ryan: No, no. I guess I just got cabin fever, you know?
Greenlee: You want to leave.
Ryan: Well, I'm not going anywhere until you're 100%, Greenlee, and --
Greenlee: You miss the money and the power, don't you? It's an adrenaline rush.
Ryan: Heading up Cambias certainly gave me something to do, yeah.
Greenlee: Your next challenge is waiting for you right around the next corner. You'll stumble on to something, just like you stumbled on to me in the mineshaft and parlayed it into a major success. Forget stumbling around corners. You're staring your pot of gold in the face and you don't even know it.
Kendall: By the time Ryan left, I was glad to see him go.
David: Of course you are.
Kendall: All right. Ok, fine. I came back here where I last saw Ryan, hoping that he might show up.
David: You still love him.
Kendall: Yeah, as stupid and pathetic as that may be, yes. I still love Ryan and I care what happens to him.
David: Hmm. Too bad.
Kendall: Yeah, you're telling me. How do I -- tell me, how do I -- I want to be like you, David. How do I be like you?
David: Well, that's not one I hear very often. Maybe never.
Kendall: Well, how do you do it? I mean, you work, you live your life, you get the job done. How did you cope with Anna leaving?
David: Bianca. I couldn't help her. I couldn't save her from what happened to her, but I could help her with the pregnancy, with the trial.
Kendall: Well, don't forget what you did for me.
David: Believe me, it saved my sanity. Bianca and the baby still need all the support we can give them.
Kendall: Hmm. Bianca's baby is the rainbow that shines through all this darkness we've been in.
Doll's voice: My daddy loves me. I love my daddy.
Erica: No, there must be a switch. Oh, God. Stop it. Please, please. Stop it. Just stop it.
Man: Can I help?
Erica: Oh! Just silence this thing.
Doll's voice: My daddy loves me.
Man: There we go.
Erica: Thank you.
Man: You have to be a MIT grad or a 5-year-old to handle toys these days, huh? I take it you don't want this?
Man: Oh, ok. Can I help you?
Erica: Ah -- yes. I need to find a gift for a baby shower.
Man: Ok. Now, that doesn't sound too tough. Tell me more and we'll find the perfect gift for the happy occasion.
Erica: Oh, it's a -- it's a tragedy. It's a horrible tragedy.
Bianca: Babe, you have thought of everything.
Babe: Well, we're celebrating life, so everything has to be light and springy.
Bianca: This isn't your typical baby shower.
Babe: It's an extra special one for an extra special baby.
Bianca: I haven't celebrated my pregnancy with anyone. It's strange.
Babe: Pregnancy is strange. Look. I mean, we have another little person inside of us. I hardly even recognize my body anymore.
Bianca: I know. Mine changes every day.
Babe: Oh, my mood -- it's changing even more than I figured.
Bianca: I'm glad I'm not alone.
Babe: We're in this together, and then we'll watch our kids. They'll play together, and then they'll go to school together, and then they'll --
Bianca: All right, let's have them first, and then we can plot out the rest of their lives.
Babe: Yeah. I guess I watch a little bit too much TV.
Bianca: Thank you for going to all this trouble, Babe.
Babe: Trouble? It's a pleasure. Bianca, you are my first friend in Pine Valley.
Krystal: Ah, look at that.
Krystal: That's going to be the first page in your shower album.
Bianca: My what?
Krystal: Oh, Babe and I are scrapbooking queens. We're going to take lots of candids, I'm going to caption them, and then we're going to write a list of all the gifts you got --
Babe: And I'll be the first one who gets to write in it.
Bianca: Ok. Well, you give me some grub, something to eat, then you can be the first and only, ok?
Krystal: Pregnancy is one big hunger pain. You-all run along, then.
Babe: Tell me about it. Let's go see how Lucretia's coming with the yummies. Oh, Mom, I left those bags out.
Krystal: Oh, ok. Got it.
Krystal: I'll get it, Winnie. Hey!
Liza: Good heavens.
Simone: I'm going to have spots all night.
Krystal: Oh, are you-all traveling together these days?
Liza: We were invited.
Simone: We just happened to arrive at the same time.
Krystal: Oh, well, I'll make a copy of this photo for Tad. He'll save money having you-all both in the same frame.
Winifred: Oh. Hi.
Krystal: Can you imagine all three of us at the same party without Tad?
Simone: Well, men aren't invited, are they?
Krystal: Well, you never know. Mary planned it.
Simone: Is Bianca here yet?
Krystal: Oh, she's rustling up some food with Babe. So you-all tight with Bianca?
Liza: Hmm, not exactly.
Simone: Kendall actually drafted us.
Liza: She thought there might be a chance of a low turnout.
Simone: Yes, so if we could please, you know, be a little civil?
Krystal: Well, you-all better both behave. This is Bianca's day.
Liza: You know what? Bianca deserves a fun day for a change. Speaking of fun, Simone, how's it been? How have you felt after losing Tad?
Krystal: Losing Tad? What'd you do? Sit him down and covered him up with magazines?
Simone: I didn't lose Tad.
Liza: Well, you know, I was sympathizing --
Simone: No, you were sniping, like always.
Krystal: Listen, Liza, I think you got this competition thing all wrong, ok? I'm the one who bowed out, so you two can just tear at him like a wishbone with my blessing.
Liza: Hmm. How colorful. I think I'll take a tour of the delightful decorations.
Simone: So you have staying power.
Krystal: Excuse me?
Simone: Yeah, well, I figured, you know, after what Tad discovered, you'd be long gone by now.
Krystal: Are you the one who threw all my clothes in the trash?
Simone: I always put things back where they belong.
Bianca: Oh. Liza, hi.
Liza: Hi. You look wonderful!
Bianca: Thank you. So do you. Thank you so much for coming.
Simone: Oh, Tad didn't give me the lowdown or anything, but if my daughter's life was about to blow up sky-high, I'd be next to her on that bus out of town.
Babe: Oh, my -- Mama, does J.R. know?
J.R.: I'd like to do you a favor. A really big favor.
Jamie: Well, I didn't ask for any, and I really don't need any.
J.R.: Well, you might go kicking yourself if you don't hear me out.
Jamie: All right, get it over with.
J.R.: I'd like you on at Chandler Enterprises.
Jamie: All right, you know, I'm not up for the mailroom. I've got classes.
J.R.: Oh, no, no, no, no. Jamie, I wouldn't insult you with scut work. We'll juggle your classes. This isn't Chicken Shack. This is Chandler Enterprises. The perks are beyond belief.
Jamie: And the biggest perk is the one I'm going to hate the most. Every day you're going to rub my face in your happy marriage.
Babe: Mama, I heard her. My life is going to be ruined.
Krystal: Babe, you and your life are going to be just peachy, ok? So just enjoy the party.
Babe: Yeah, but you and Taddy keep going around about announcements and secrets, and you even claimed that he proposed.
Krystal: I got it covered, all right? Simone's just got a flapping mouth, and the brain that controls it is the size of a black-eyed pea, all right?
Krystal: Just go greet your guests, ok? Get it together.
Babe: Hey, you-all! Come in!
Opal: How are -- look at your --
Krystal: Smile, Opal!
Babe: Thanks for coming.
Marian: Oh, no!
Opal: Hi. Oh, the big day is getting close, huh?
Bianca: Thank you so much for coming.
Opal: Are you kidding? Floods or famine or locusts wouldn't keep me away. Congratulations, honey.
Bianca: Thank you.
Marian: Hi. Colby is so excited. This is her first big-girl party!
Colby: Why is it called a baby shower?
Bianca: I don't know. There's no water. Let's go see your mom. Maybe she knows.
Marian: Hi. Well, I think we're in for a fascinating afternoon.
Opal: Well, I'm just praying it will be uneventful.
Marian: Two presents, darling. This is very generous.
Opal: Well, one is Brooke's. You know, she's off hunting down a surgeon, hoping to get Edmund back on his feet.
Marian: Oh, Edmund, that poor darling man. How's he bearing up?
Opal: Oh, I don't know.
Maria: Hey. You're up for some visitors?
Edmund: You're looking for answers?
Maria: No, I'm not, I'm not.
Edmund: Good, because I still haven't decided to postpone that surgery.
Maria: Ok. Visitors?
Edmund: I'm not really in the mood.
Maddie: Hurry, Mommy.
Sam: Can we come in yet?
Edmund: Come on in!
Sam: Daddy! Daddy! Can I get up on the bed?
Maddie: Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! We miss you.
Sam: We missed you.
Edmund: Oh, I missed you guys so much. Oh, come here. Oh, look at you guys. You're getting so big.
Maddie: I love you, Daddy. Aunt Anita says there's triplets in the nursery.
Sam: Let's go see them.
Maddie: Daddy, show us.
Edmund: That's not such a good idea right now.
Maddie: Please? We'll walk real slow. I promise.
Maria: Daddy has to stay in bed for a little while longer, ok, sweetie?
Maddie: Is that yours?
Sam: Yeah, right. That's a wheelchair, dimwit.
Maria: Uh-uh-uh, don't call her names, mister. That's not nice.
Maddie: Daddy --
Maddie: Can't you walk?
Isabella: It's not right for you to get a job in Pine Valley.
Anita: I want to stay busy, Mama.
Isabella: You can be busy with your husband in Chicago.
Anita: Bobby's got a new job. He won't miss me.
Isabella: You had better pray that's not so.
Anita: He's out of town a lot on business. And why shouldn't I get a job? I mean, we could use the money.
Isabella: Husbands and wives belong together. Long separations are not good.
Anita: Look, Mama, save your concern for Edmund and Maria. Bobby can take care of himself.
Erica: Oh, thank you. You've been very kind, but the thing is I'm already running late, so, I guess, like it or not, I'm going to have to choose a baby gift.
Woman: Excuse me, sir.
Man: Great. Thank you, thank you. I got you covered.
Erica: What's this?
Man: Oh, it's a little something that I picked out while you were decompressing, and it's generic, but it is classy. Baby and mother will both approve.
Erica: It doesn't say -- I mean, it doesn't speak, does it?
Man: No, no. It's completely inanimate and silent.
Erica: Ok, then. That's perfect. Ok. Thank you. Then, how much do I owe you?
Man: Oh, for you? Completely free.
Erica: Well, then you're going to have to introduce me to your boss so I can give you a glowing recommendation and say he needs to give you a raise.
Man: I don't actually work here. Please, take it as a gift from me.
Erica: I mean, it's only because I don't have time to argue with you, but -- all right, thanks. That's very nice. Thank you.
Man: All right. You're welcome.
Ryan: Look, I can call a doctor, if you're --
Greenlee: Ryan, I'm not hallucinating. I'm your pot of gold.
Ryan: No, you know what? You're not fully awake yet. You're probably still dreaming.
Greenlee: You know what? I've got all the money that you need for your next venture, and not just the reserves that I had before. Grandfather turned over all of mother's assets to me -- me.
Ryan: Look, I think you should lay down.
Greenlee: My temperature is normal. This is brilliant. Don't fight me on this. We could be partners. The possibilities are excellent.
Ryan: Are terrifying, Greenlee. The possibilities are terrifying. Do you remember the last time we were in business together? I will not make that mistake twice, all right? I've been doing that too often.
Greenlee: Ok. I'll be your investor and watch from the boardroom.
Ryan: Not a good idea.
Greenlee: Yes, it is. I can be your silent partner.
Ryan: You? Silent? I don't think so.
Greenlee: Why are you fighting this? I mean, what, is this some sort of misguided male pride?
Ryan: No, no. This is on-target common sense. Now, I'm going to go outside and I'm going to get some fresh air.
Greenlee: We're not even finished --
Ryan: No. Don't speak. Keep the thermometer under your tongue. I'll be back.
Greenlee: This is brilliant. It could totally work if you weren't so stubborn. We could work together on this. No. Not together. Once I'm well, you'll take off. Or not.
Greenlee: Is it just me, or is it sweltering in here?
[Greenlee holds the thermometer on top of the heater]
Conscience: So much for the new and improved Greenlee.
Kendall: Thank you, David, for the wonderful advice. I think large doses of Bianca and the baby are the perfect cure for me.
David: It's impossible to stay inside your head with a baby around. And they're such -- such miracles.
David: Oh, it looks like I have a page. I got to take off.
Kendall: Ok, I got to go. I'm late for Bianca's little baby shower, anyway. Want to come?
David: Ah! No, that's ok. Not exactly my speed. Give Bianca my love.
Kendall: Ok. I will.
David: Come on. I'll walk you to your car.
Kendall: No. You know what? I think I'm going to stay here for a few minutes.
Conscience: Good. You've reconsidered.
Greenlee: Right, so you can dissolve. Bye-bye.
Conscience: Hmm. You swore you'd turn over a new leaf.
Greenlee: Faking a fever isn't a crime. I need more time with Ryan.
Conscience: What about what Ryan needs?
Greenlee: He hasn't got any plans. I'm not ready to go back to Pine Valley, or to go forward anywhere else. I mean, why can't I feel safe just a little while longer? Don't I deserve to feel cared for and secure?
Conscience: You reap what you sow.
Greenlee: If you were real, I would reap your bobbly little head off. I spent days down in that hole waiting to die. I never felt so completely alone and utterly abandoned. I mean, why can't I have a little happy time with Ryan?
Conscience: Because he deserves better.
Maddie: Daddy, you don't need a wheelchair, do you?
Maria: Honey, Daddy was hurt pretty badly, and --
Edmund: And besides, Daddy's very lazy. You know that. But that's just temporary.
Sam: Is it yours?
Edmund: For now. Don't you worry. I'm going to be on my feet real soon. This is not going to beat your old man.
Isabella: Hey, how would the gang like some ice cream?
Edmund: Well, I'd like some chocolate.
Isabella: Hey, they have chocolate downstairs.
Maddie: Oh --
Maria: Thanks --
Maddie: Let's go.
Maddie: Be right back.
Sam: Can I take your chair?
Maria: Oh, no, you cannot take the chair. And please don't run in the hall.
Sam and Maddie: We know, Mommy.
Maria: Thank you. Do you think that that was wise?
Edmund: I will not be in that damn chair forever.
Kendall: Your majesty!
Bianca: Oh, yeah, we don't stand on ceremony in this kingdom.
Kendall: Oh, my goodness gracious. Look at this place you've got! Who did it? Mary Smythe did this?
Bianca: Oh, no! Babe ran her out of town and did the whole thing herself.
Kendall: Well, then, I mean, we're going to have some fun.
Bianca: I hope so.
Kendall: So how's Mom?
Bianca: She's not here yet.
Kendall: Ok, well, she said she'd show up, and she will.
Bianca: I just hope that's a good thing.
Kendall: Yes, it's a very good thing. Look at you. Hello, darling. Your tiara's a little crooked.
Lena: No, it's on purpose. Doesn't it make me look rakish?
Bianca: Oh, yes. It'll save you time.
Kendall: Yes, yes, you're very sexy, very rakish, very sexy, yes.
Lena: Thank you very much.
Kendall: So, what did I miss?
Lena: Well, you're just in time to view all the loot.
Kendall: Oh, look at this! You are raking it in, girl.
Maggie: I think it's time to open the presents.
Lena: Oh -- ahem -- yes. The queen's chair, please? The throne?
Bianca: Oh, no! Can we wait a few minutes for Mom to get here?
Kendall: Well, you know Erica. She likes to make a grand entrance.
Erica: Well, I hope I'm not too late.
Bianca: Well, now the party can really start.
Marian: I'm so glad she's here. That's so sweet.
Bianca: Thank you so much for coming.
Erica: Well, of course, honey. Where else would I be? Oh, well, where can I put this?
Bianca: Oh, I'll take it. I'll put it with the others.
Erica: Oh, all right.
Opal: I'm just so glad you made it.
Erica: Of course, Opal.
Krystal: This is a classic moment. Could you all get together and say and I'll take a shot, ok?
Opal: Oh, yeah.
Krystal: All right, say "Goo-goo."
Bianca and Erica: Goo-goo.
Krystal: Good! Great!
Erica: Ok. Sweetheart, now, don't worry about me. Now, you go ahead. You go ahead with all your guests.
Krystal: I'm Krystal Carey.
Erica: Yes, Babe's mother.
Krystal: Yeah, Babe's ever-loving mama. She's expecting, too.
Erica: Yes, yes, I heard.
Krystal: Yeah. Hey, where's your tiara?
Erica: Oh. Don't bother.
Krystal: No, no, no, you have to have one. Oh, here we go. Oh, yeah. You've probably had one of these before, but with the real diamonds in it.
Winifred: Here you are.
Erica: I'll just hold on to it.
Krystal: Oh, good. Now, you're not stingy with the bubbly, good.
Winifred: No, ma'am.
Krystal: Ok, everybody, there is some champagne here, but for those of you who are laying off the sauce due to pregnancy or what have you, there also is cider.
Marian: Ok, pass it on down.
[All talk at once]
Marian: Cider for the baby. Cider for the other baby.
Bianca: You drink cider?
Kendall: Well, you want cider? I know you love champagne. Ok, I'll take this from you. Ok, I think this is -- yes, this is definitely a moment for a speech.
Bianca: Oh, no.
Krystal: Hold on, let me get my camera ready now. Let me just get the camera.
Bianca: No, no speeches, please. No speeches.
Marian: I'm afraid there is no escape, darling.
Liza: My mother is right.
Kendall: Ok, so should this just be a tribute or a roast?
Bianca: Whatever it is, just get it over with, and don't you dare make me cry.
Kendall: All right. Ok. Now, little sisters usually look up to their older sisters. They do. But I am in awe of you, Bianca. You're beautiful and you're brave and you're so centered and you're loving. And I know my little niece is going to be an amazing child, so I will do everything I can to be someone that she can look up to.
Lena: Oh, no, as long as you're prepared to change some diapers and do some babysitting.
Kendall: I will, I will.
Opal: We all will, Bianca.
Simone: Oh, wait a minute. I draw the line at diapers.
Liza: You don't see yourself with children?
Simone: Only if they come with nannies.
Krystal: All right, can we drink now?
Kendall: Yes, please. All right, to Bianca.
All: To Bianca!
Bianca: Thank you. Thank you.
Opal: Is that champagne that Erica's drinking?
Marian: The glasses all look alike to me.
Marian: I think the cider's a smidge darker than the champagne, Opal.
Opal: Yeah, that tears it, boy. I am not going to sit on my fanny while that girl goes to hell in a champagne flute. I am on recon.
Bianca: Hey, Babe, do you want me to take a little photo-op?
Krystal: Yeah, here.
Bianca: Two mommies?
Krystal: Perfect. You-all get together.
Krystal: Ok, say "Rubber baby buggy bumper."
Babe and Bianca: Rubber baby --
Lena: Ok, wait. One more. One more like this. Back to back.
Krystal: Oh, I don't know about that.
Bianca: We're like pregnant bookends. Ok, I want to say something. Ladies and gentlemen, I want to give a little speech, because I'm so good at them now. I did not know what to expect today, and I have to admit, I was a little nervous about this whole thing, but, Babe, you did everything right.
Babe: Oh, my God.
Maggie: She just loves that tiara.
Bianca: I love the tiara. You better watch it, because I'm going to demote you from princess to duchess if you're not careful. I do. I love it. I love my crown, I love the decorations, I love all of you for being here, and especially, you, Babe, for being such a wonderful friend. So I want to propose a toast to my fellow mother-to-be, Babe Chandler.
Babe: Thank you, guys.
Opal: Erica! You look fabulous.
Erica: Oh, thank you, Opal. Thank you.
Opal: Yeah, sure.
Erica: So what did I miss?
Opal: Oh, just the meet-and-greet portion. Nothing, really. Do you, by any chance, have a mint? My mouth is so dry.
Erica: I think I do.
Opal: Oh, goody.
Opal: Oh, great.
Erica: Here you go.
Opal: Oh, thank you so much. Well, it's a sweet shower, isn't it?
Erica: Opal, I think that you have my glass.
Opal: Oh, come on, now, Erica, don't do this. You need to be --
Erica: Opal, you are not my keeper. I thought you were my friend.
Opal: But I am your friend. That's why I'm doing this.
Krystal: I got to tell you, I struck gold with you. I'm so proud of you. Hmm.
Babe: Mama, you think that J.R. would still keep me around even if I wasn't pregnant?
Krystal: Oh, honey, of course he would. Are you kidding? He knows he's the luckiest man in the world to have you for his bride. He's going to love you and that baby more than you ever thought possible.
J.R.: Jamie, you're my brother. We all need money. What, you want some sort of two-bit job over at the mall? How about a flunky position at your mom's magazine?
Jamie: Well, it's better than you pulling my strings. I don't want to owe you anything.
J.R.: Wow. You never used to be such a sore loser.
Jamie: Oh, was this a contest? Yeah, I must have forgot. Was the grand prize Babe or the baby?
J.R.: You know, every holiday, every Christmas, every birthday, you want to get into it, and suggest you get over it.
Jamie: Oh, no, I can move past it, but I won't pretend it didn't happen. I can't be that fake.
J.R.: That's your choice.
Jamie: You know, you don't have to hire me or hire anybody else to watch me because I'll stay away from her.
J.R.: What do you think? Do you think that I'm scared, scared that you're going to take Babe away from me?
Jamie: Yeah, it won't happen.
J.R.: You're damn right it won't.
Jamie: J.R., you better be good to her.
J.R.: Oh, I wouldn't go losing any sleep over that. Oh, I'll be good to her. Feel free to drop a line. I'll tell you just how good.
Maria: You said you hadn't made a decision yet.
Edmund: My only decision is to not let this beat me, honey. I can't.
Maria: I don't want you to be beaten, Edmund.
Anita: Hey, guys.
Maria: I'm going to go check on the kids.
Anita: I guess I don't have to ask how it's going.
Edmund: Why can't Maria and I be on the same side of this?
Anita: Edmund, Maria loves you. Whether you walk again or not isn't what matters to her. She just wants you alive.
David: I got your page.
Maria: Thank God. Thank you. Thanks for coming so soon.
David: What's going on?
Maria: You might be my only hope.
David: Every surgical procedure carries risks.
Maria: But Edmund could die.
David: Or he can walk again. Why did you call me?
Maria: Because I need you to talk him out of it.
David: Maria, this is not my field. And even if it were, Edmund is likely to choose the exact opposite of whatever I would advise.
Maria: No, because he respects your medical ability. He does. All you have to do is tell him the truth. Tell him that his heart has been compromised. He crashed twice on the table before. If he goes under again --
David: If Edmund opts for the surgery, he will be thoroughly briefed.
Maria: David, your daughter died during the procedure that you opposed. Ok, you're the person that I can ask about this who knows what I might have in store for me. I can't lose Edmund.
Bianca: Oh, these are great!
Liza: Colby chose the CDs.
Bianca: She did?
Liza: She used to sing a lot of those songs before Babe turned her on to Britney and Christina.
Marian: Oh, please, they grow up so fast, don't they?
J.R.: Oh, can I crash?
Marian: Oh, no, a man!
Krystal: Wait a minute now. I don't think expectant daddies are welcome.
Bianca: This one is welcome. You can stay as long as you want, sweetie.
J.R.: Your majesty. Should I kneel?
Bianca: Oh, J.R., thank you so -- no, you don't need to kneel. Loyal subjects are welcome to stay. Thank you so much for coming.
J.R.: Happy baby.
Lena: She will be.
Bianca: I will do my best.
Krystal: What's in there?
Bianca: Oh, my gosh! This is amazing.
Simone: It's a baby monitor.
Bianca: No, but it has a camera so you can be in the other room and hear and see the baby.
Bianca: For this, I dub thee, knight.
Babe: Sir J.R.
Lena: Ok, so this one next?
Opal: Oh, that one's from me. I hope you like it.
Babe: Oh, I'm sure I will.
J.R.: Is this champagne?
Krystal: Yeah, it sure is.
J.R.: Well, if any dragons show up, I'll be in the library, sharpening my sword.
Bianca: I think we can take care of ourselves in here. Oh, this is so beautiful.
Opal: Pictures. It's about the pictures.
Bianca: Oh, Mom. And -- and me and Kendall.
Kendall: Me, too?
Bianca: Yes. And -- and Grandma.
Opal: Well, of course, you can't have the Kane women without Mona.
Liza: What a great idea.
Opal: Well, I just thought that this baby, you know, she ought to know who came before her.
Bianca: It'll give her something to reach for.
Opal: You bet.
Bianca: But there's two empty frames.
Opal: Well, that's for, you know, whoever you want in there, so --
Bianca: You and Myrtle.
Opal: I was hoping you might say that.
[Opal pulls two photos of her and Myrtle out of her bag]
Opal: Camera ready for your little baby. And Myrt says to say she's sorry she couldn't make it. She's got a cold and didn't want to pass it along.
Krystal: Ok, take this one here. That one -- that one's from Babe and me.
Bianca: No, you didn't have to get me anything.
Babe: It's totally practical.
Bianca: But you've already done enough. Oh! Oh, it's a tote. No, it's a tote for carrying the baby around.
Krystal: I wore out three of those toting around Babe.
Bianca: Oh, yeah, I can't wait to use it. Thank you, guys, so much.
Krystal: Oh, you're welcome. Hey, let's play that game.
Bianca: What kind of game?
Babe: Ok, so when we all walked in, we put names in a hat.
Krystal: Suggestions for the baby, you know.
Bianca: And if Bianca picks one of our suggestions, that person gets a special prize.
Bianca: Oh, all right.
Krystal: Just pass it around.
Kendall: You guys don't look, don't look, don't look.
[All talk at once]
Maggie: Verla? What kind of name is Verla? I don't like the name Verla. Whose name is Verla?
Opal: Verla? That's Verla Grubb. Oh, she was very honorable and courageous.
Simone: Let's get back to the presents.
Bianca: Yeah, actually, we might as well, because she already has a name.
Maggie: Since when?
Bianca: Since last night, thanks to Lena.
Greenlee: Yeah, for the Greenlee that's supposed to be holier than me, you can be a real snake.
Conscience: Hmm, honesty can hurt.
Greenlee: I've had enough hurt. That's why I want to stay here.
Conscience: You feel good with Ryan, protected. You also think that this box is a sign -- a Greenlee's green light from Leo. Ryan may be the only one you can love.
Greenlee: Don't tell me miss goody-goody doesn't believe in signs. Rainbows? Bluebirds of happiness? Silver linings in every cloud?
Conscience: Hmm, I believe in all kinds of things. I also remember that all it took for Leo to reach you was a smack in the head. A beautifully wrapped empty box that he tossed up in the air fell on you, and just like that, love.
Greenlee: It brought us back together.
Conscience: It was honest and real. No one had to lie or fake an illness to set it in motion. Real love only gets tripped up by tricks and fake-outs. Maybe real love isn't what you're after this time. Maybe you're willing to settle for less.
Greenlee: No, I'm not going to settle for anything, not anymore.
Conscience: Hmm. Is it colder in here, or is it just me?
Greenlee: All right. All right. No smoke and mirrors, no tricks. If anything happens between me and Ryan, it'll be for real. Happy?
Ryan: Oh. Hey. How you doing?
Greenlee: Good news. You're free to go.
Ryan: I don't get it.
Greenlee: I feel as good as I've ever felt. I needed a rescuer, but I don't need a babysitter anymore.
Ryan: Greenlee, that is the best news you could have given me. I can't wait to get out of here.
David: Hi. Sorry to interrupt.
Anita: Ok, I'll get lost. Bye.
David: Edmund, I'm going to get right to the point.
Edmund: Don't even breathe until I'm finished.
Ryan: You're sure you're ok? You're well enough?
Greenlee: I'm sure.
Ryan: And you're strong enough, you know, to get on a bike and hold on to me?
Greenlee: Just drop me at the airport. But don't expect me to say goodbye. I hate good-byes.
Ryan: Oh. So let's skip the good-byes. Come with me.
Bianca: Last night, Lena was reading Shakespeare aloud.
Lena: The baby loves "The Tempest."
Bianca: "How beauteous mankind is."
Lena: "O brave new world that has such people in it."
Bianca: And that's how I feel because of all of you. I feel like you've helped me create a brave new world for this baby. And so her name will be Miranda.
Opal: What? Like Carmen?
Marian: No, no, darling, like the character in "The Tempest."
Lena: It's beautiful.
Mia: It's unusual.
Liza: It's inspired.
Bianca: Oh, thank you.
Kendall: I love it.
Krystal: So what about her middle name?
Bianca: That was, actually, much more difficult. I considered Kendall and Lena and Margaret and Myrtle, but I settled on Mona, after my grandmother. Miranda Mona Montgomery.
Opal: Well, I feel another toast coming on.
[Erica bumps into Winnie and spills glasses of champagne]
>> On the next "All My Children" --
David: You've got something to say to me? Go right ahead. I'm ready for whatever you've got.
Erica: If Bianca has that child, her life is going to be a tragedy. Please save her.
Ryan: Say hello to the first of many bad hair days.
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