All My Children Transcript Tuesday 3/9/04
Proofread by Gisele
J.R.: Hey, what are you doing? You should be resting.
Babe: Oh, J.R., it was such a great shower. And Bianca, she got all this stuff and she was so sweet about it, but I just can't leave all this stuff for Winnie. She already worked so hard today.
J.R.: That's not why I want you to stop.
Babe: J.R., I can throw a party and clean up and still have enough energy to go dancing even though I am pregnant.
J.R.: You wait right there. The party might be over, but the gifts are just beginning.
Jack: I appreciate that, Livia, and if I decide to use an attorney in this mess, well, you've got the job, ok?
[Knock on door]
Jack: It's at 10:00 a.m. Yeah. Well, I don't agree --
Krystal: Jackson Montgomery?
Jack: Livia, can I -- can I call you back, please? Yeah, I'm Jackson Montgomery.
Krystal: And so much more handsome than the press will have us believe.
Jack: I'm sorry, do I know you?
Krystal: Practically, yeah. We know a lot of the same people.
Jack: I see. If this is about my disbarment hearing, I have no comment.
Krystal: No, no, no, no, I'm not a reporter. I guess I should've made my point sooner, but you just sort of took my breath away.
Jack: What is your point?
Krystal: Well, you are Erica Kane�s fiancÚ, right?
Krystal: Well, I hate to tell you this, but she practically had a meltdown today in some swanky bathroom, and, well, with my experience with women in crisis, she's just barely scratched the surface.
David: Erica, what happened?
Erica: I'm in pain, David.
David: All right. Where does it hurt? Are you having trouble breathing?
Erica: I've never felt anything like this before.
David: Erica, I can't help you if you don't tell me where it hurts.
Erica: David, of course you can't help me. It's your fault I'm in this condition.
David: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Erica: David, you have ripped me and my family to shreds. You might as well give me one of your famous drugs and just finish me off. Is -- is this where Bianca came to have it done?
David: Bianca is my patient. There's confidentiality.
Erica: I know. I respect that. I just simply need to understand. So pretend that I'm Bianca. I need to pretend that, as Bianca, I came here confused and terrified and, God help me, pregnant with my rapist's child. So I came to the trusted friend of my mother, who could do the one thing that would hopefully get back some normalcy to my life, who could put an end to the shame that that monster put me through. So please tell me then, David, what did you say?
David: I won't do this, Erica.
Erica: David, please tell me. Please tell me what words you used to allow Bianca to bring her rapist's child into the world.
David: Stop this.
Erica: Why, David? What are you afraid of? The truth? There's nothing wrong with the truth.
David: We'll discuss this, if that's what you really want, but this is neither the time nor the place.
Erica: Sure it is.
David: I can't believe that you came here and pretended that there was something wrong.
Erica: Pretend? No, David, thanks to you, there is no pretending. I mean, thanks to you, my daughter's worst nightmare is going to come all too true.
Jack: Look, all due respect, I don't think Erica Kane had a meltdown in any bathroom, swanky or otherwise, so whatever you're selling, you can peddle it elsewhere.
Krystal: Now, hold on there, cowboy. I guarantee you I am not here for my own health.
Jack: I'm sorry, do I know you?
Krystal: No, I guess there's no way of knowing who I am. I'm Krystal Carey, Babe Chandler's mother. Babe and your niece are bosom buddies now. I guess in their state, you can call them belly buddies, right.
Jack: Of course, Ms. Carey, yes.
Krystal: Oh, call me Krystal, with a K.
Jack: Ok, Krystal, I'm sorry I was so rough on you, and how about have a seat?
Krystal: That's all right. I mean, I guess you can't be too careful, right?
Jack: You were saying something about Erica?
Krystal: Well, Babe had a baby shower for Bianca. Actually, it was supposed to be Babe's, but, angel that she is, she decided to do something nice for Bianca since she went through that big ordeal.
Jack: And Erica was there? Is she all right?
Krystal: Well, she says that she is, but I have my doubts.
Jack: Go on, please.
Krystal: Well, everything was going fine until Bianca announced that she was going to tell everybody what she was going to name the baby, and she said the first thing was going to be Miranda something from Shakespeare.
Jack: From "The Tempest."
Krystal: I do admire a man with an advanced education. And then she said that the middle name was going to be Mona, apparently --
Jack: After Bianca's grandmother, yeah.
Krystal: Right. Well, I don't understand why Erica got so upset. I mean, I understand she just worships her mother, but let me tell you, she just turned the color of sand. She knocked over a tray of drinks, got champagne all over herself, and then just tore off to the ladies' room.
Jack: Did anybody go after her?
Krystal: Yeah, Babe did. Afterwards, she told me that Erica was just a mess, just railing on about Bianca and her tragedy. Listen, if I'm overstepping my boundaries --
Jack: No, no, no, not at all.
Krystal: I mean, because the truth be told, I mean, I love to dish the dirt with the best of them, but, I mean, whatever it was with Erica, it just really worried me. And not just for her, but, I mean, for Bianca, too, and this baby that she's about to have.
Jack: Do you happen to know where Erica is right now?
Krystal: I do not know. Let me tell you, she just -- she just beat it like her heels were lit on fire. I just really hope she makes peace with this because, let me tell you, if you don't get things like this squared away before a baby comes, you're going to have nothing but trouble after.
J.R.: Open this one, huh?
Stuart: It's your reward for being maybe the nicest person that we ever met in a long time.
Babe: Oh, me?
Stuart: Yes, yes, for you. When J.R. told me that you had put your baby shower on hold so Bianca could have hers, that was maybe the nicest thing I ever heard of.
Babe: Well, you guys do know that Mama's still planning on throwing her very own shower for me and the baby, right?
Jack: I know, but that has nothing to do with spoiling my wife.
Babe: Thank you. And thank you, Stuart.
Stuart: Oh, it was all J.R.'s idea. I just threw in a couple of gifts -- this one and this one.
Babe: Ooh. Oh, my -- J.R.!
J.R.: It's just to hang over the crib, you know, but I just wanted our baby to grow up reaching for the stars.
Babe: Never too soon to start.
J.R.: Oh, you know what, I got to go check on the goodies in the kitchen. Excuse me.
Babe: More food?
Stuart: While he's gone, you can open my present.
Babe: Ok. Well, here, come on up. All right. Get that end. Oh! Stuart! Did you paint it yourself?
Stuart: Yeah, yeah, they're forest animals. Little kids love them.
Babe: Look at this! It's awful cute. Well, does it do anything?
Stuart: Well, I think it does something pretty special. You see this in here?
Stuart: These lines tell how much Adam and I grew every year. You see, there's the A and the S. So this was part of our kitchen wall back in Pigeon Hollow.
Babe: I get it. It's a growth chart.
Stuart: Yeah. Yeah, I just painted the animals so -- well, so it'd look prettier, but you can use it to measure how much your baby grows and to remember how small Adam was once.
Babe: Yeah, tell me about it. Check this one out.
Stuart: Oh, 9. Oh, that was my favorite year. That was when I was almost a whole quarter-inch taller than Adam. And he caught up with me later, you know, but I think 9 was my favorite year.
Babe: Gosh, I can't even begin to picture Adam that small -- well, or you, either.
Stuart: Well, just remember when he starts bullying you around that he was a little boy once, too.
Babe: Stuart, oh, it is such a sweet gift. It really is so special. And J.R.'s going to love it, too. He's really excited about the baby again.
Stuart: Well, he was always excited about the baby.
Babe: Well, he wanted to be. Honestly, Stuart, if it weren't for the baby, I'm not really sure if J.R. would even want to be married to me.
Stuart: Does this have anything to do with the lie that you told him?
Babe: I'm afraid so.
Stuart: Oh, you didn't take my advice, go with the love, not the fear?
Babe: It was just like you said. It all blew up on me.
Stuart: You still scared, Babe?
Stuart: Yeah, well, love can do that to you, too. You're so happy you found it, but scared you're going to lose it.
Babe: That is exactly how I feel.
Stuart: But love isn't just how you feel or even what you say, it's what you do. Just do. Just show J.R. how much you love him, the way throwing this party shows his love for you.
Babe: That's a perfect thought, Stuart.
Stuart: It'll be easier this time because there's no more lies. Right?
J.R.: Sorry I took so long. Did I miss anything good?
Babe: There's always something going on with Uncle Stuart.
J.R.: Ready to chow down?
Babe: Oh, J.R., I really hope you're not working Winnie and Lucretia to death.
J.R.: Oh, no, no, no, I'm not even using the regular staff.
Adam: Congratulations, Babe. I understand this is a special occasion.
Anita: Aidan is a good friend of Edmund and Maria�s.
Bobby: Who the hell died and left him in charge of protecting my wife?
Anita: I don't need protection from anyone. Can you give us some privacy, please?
Aidan: No worries.
Anita: Hey, don't make this an issue.
Bobby: Look, I know I have to earn back my rights where you're concerned.
Anita: Bobby, you're not even wearing your wedding band.
Bobby: You told me to take it off. I'd love to put it back on.
Anita: That's -- I'm just not there yet.
Bobby: Look, I'm really sorry I made an issue out of that guy. If he's a friend of yours, I'll go, I'll apologize.
Anita: I told you, Aidan is a good friend of the family, and we're all dealing with an honest-to-God crisis.
Bobby: I know that. And that's why I'm here. Your family is my family, Anita, and I want to help you. Otherwise -- and I know you -- you're just going to take all of this on yourself.
Anita: Bobby, you being here right now won't help anything. I just -- I need to focus totally on them.
Bobby: Are you sure?
Anita: Please? Just go.
Bobby: All right, all right. But one condition? Will you wear this?
Bobby: To remember. To -- to remind us that my heart is completely yours.
Anita: Bobby, please.
Bobby: You used to love it when I did that.
Anita: No, I -- I still do. And that's why you have to go.
Bobby: It's not over, Anita. My heart is yours.
Aidan: Are you all right?
Anita: What made this any of your business?
Krystal: Oh, thank you. I normally don't like to bust into other people's family business, but when I see a fender-bender about to happen, I mean, I just have to send up a flare, you know?
Jack: Tell me, Krystal, do you know, did Bianca hear what her mother said?
Krystal: Oh, no. No, Babe didn't give a peep to anybody. I made sure of that. I mean, it was Bianca's baby shower, for heaven's sake. It's supposed to be a happy day.
Jack: Well, I certainly appreciate your discretion, and I know Erica will, too.
Krystal: Well, my lips are sealed, you can count on that.
Jack: Well, you were right to come and tell me about this.
Reggie: Whoa, J-Mo. I didn't mean to cut in on your time, but -- yo, Jack, that's not Erica.
Jack: No, that's not.
Krystal: And after what I saw today, you can color me lucky.
David: I just hope you're not bothering Bianca with any of this stuff.
Erica: Oh, that's right. You're Dr. God, aren't you? You think you're the only one who should tell Bianca what to do.
David: Erica, try to hear this -- if you confront Bianca with the things you're throwing my way right now, you're only going to put stress on her and the baby. She's already had one complication. She does not need another.
Erica: Tell me something, David. When Bianca came here to terminate her pregnancy and you talked her out of it, who were you worried about then?
David: All right, let's get something straight, shall we? Bianca having her baby, Bianca keeping her baby was entirely her decision, no one else's.
Erica: It wasn't Bianca's choice. It was yours. Oh, my God. Why didn't I see that sooner?
David: What now?
Erica: You convinced Bianca to have her child because of Leora.
Erica: You convinced Bianca to have her rapist's baby to compensate for the loss of yours.
David: You are in real dangerous territory.
Erica: If you weren't so destructive to my daughter, David, I would feel sorry for you.
David: I'm warning you, Erica, you don't want to cross this line.
Erica: Excuse me, but you're the one who has crossed the line, and I just want you now to understand why you are doing what you are doing. You convinced my daughter to have her rapist's baby to try somehow to compensate for your losing Leora.
David: You want to understand why this happened? Fine, I'm going to make this real simple for you. Bianca is not a little girl. She's certainly not the 14-year-old child that you were. She made an informed decision as an adult to have her child, to love her child.
Erica: But she is unable to grasp the reality of that decision. You were supposed to help her with that, David.
David: If that's what you want to believe, fine. What do you expect from me now, Erica? Bianca is having her baby, and whether you like it or not, she's actually happy about it! So what do you want from me? You want me to feel sorry for you? You want me to feel sorry that you have a younger daughter who grew up strong enough to make her own brave choices? Or you want me to feel sorry for you that you have an older daughter that grew up to be the type of woman that would sacrifice her own life to protect her sister?
Erica: You just don't get it, do you? And you could have some compassion.
David: So could you! My daughter doesn't get to grow up, Erica. So I'm sorry in this context if I'm having a difficult time mustering up a ton of sympathy for your tragedy.
Erica: It is not my tragedy. It's Bianca's tragedy. Bianca is the one you've hurt with your selfishness. Thanks to you, David, this monstrous act that was put on her will never go away.
David: No, no --
Erica: It'll never be over.
David: No! No. That is your take on it, Erica, because you're afraid that it'll never be over for you.
Reggie: You know, just a little personal advice? Jack's taken. And if you know what's good for you, you won't mess around with Erica Kane.
Krystal: Who is this, Jackson, your personal guard dog?
Reggie: Yeah, I'm his dog, all right.
Jack: Actually, this is my son. Reggie Montgomery, meet Krystal Carey.
Krystal: Reggie Montgomery, let me assure you, I would never trespass on Erica Kane�s territory.
Jack: Actually, Ms. Carey is here to do me and Erica a favor.
Reggie: Oh, is that so? Well, she won't mind if I just kick it then, you know, sit up here, relax.
Jack: Reggie, could we have a little privacy, please?
Reggie: Sure. Fine. I'll be in my room. With my door wide open!
Jack: Sorry about that.
Krystal: No, that's all right. I got to get going, anyway. But I tell you, I respect the way he protects you. I sure wouldn't want to cross him.
Jack: Yeah, no, but he's a good kid.
Krystal: Yeah, well, kids can break your heart, can't they? I tell you what, that Bianca, she's just as sweet as she can be, and Erica's too fabulous for words when she's got it all together.
Jack: Once again, I'm very grateful you came to me about this.
Krystal: Yeah. Well, somebody's got to help that woman before she makes a mistake that can't be fixed.
Jack: Yeah. Well, I owe you one.
Krystal: All right. You know, now that you mention it, I -- I could use a favor. I know that the legal highway's a bumpy road and, I tell you, I have a friend who sure could use some directions.
Babe: Oh, my goodness, you made all my favorites! Oh, pigs in a blanket and my cheese?
Adam: Never -- never thought I'd be serving cheese in a can. Help yourself. Believe me, they're all yours.
Babe: Mmm. For me?
Adam: For the baby, yes.
Babe: Of course. If it was for me, it'd be one-way ticket to someplace crawling with snakes.
Adam: Babe, now, we've sworn to leave all the hostility behind us, hmm?
Stuart: You really have to because little babies can sense that kind of thing.
J.R.: Yeah, Uncle Stuart�s dead-on. We don't want any hostile vibes around our kid, right, Dad?
Babe: Um --
Babe: Well, thanks, Adam. I guess it's someplace to put our spare change.
Adam: I'll have you know that there are several antique silver dollars in there, and room for more.
J.R.: Piggy banks are a Chandler tradition.
Babe: Oh, that's good. But I don't seem to see a hole. Looks like somebody's afraid I'm going to steal my own baby's money.
Stuart: No, that's the way they make them. You have to smash it with a hammer.
J.R.: You'll make sure we have a hammer around when we need one, won't you, Dad?
Adam: I'm sure you'll manage just fine, son.
J.R.: I bet that next batch of pigs in a blanket are ready to come out of the oven. What do you say, Dad?
Adam: The pleasure's mine.
Babe: Oh, wait, J.R. Um -- I really don't want your daddy waiting on me hand and foot, and I certainly don't want you bossing him around.
J.R.: What? He's just trying to help.
Babe: Well, I meant what I said about forgive and forget. There's nothing for anybody to prove here.
J.R.: You sure?
Babe: This isn't about you and me or Adam anymore. This is about our family having an open and loving family.
[Dance music plays]
Erica: You have any chardonnay?
Bartender: You bet.
Erica: Oh, sorry. You're the young man from Lacey�s.
Bobby: We have to stop meeting like this. Something wrong? You want me to make a call for you? Just give me a name, I'll take care of it.
[Dance music plays]
Erica: I'm sorry, I just seem to be having one of those days, you know, all thumbs, no brains.
Bobby: Nah, I doubt that. You don't seem like the clumsy type. Sure I can't make a call for you?
Erica: Absolutely. There's no one I want you to call, no one at all.
Bobby: Somehow I don't believe that.
Erica: Oh, it's true.
Bobby: In that case, since we're both sitting here --
Erica: There's no need for anyone to move. You know who I am, don't you?
Bobby: You're Erica Kane. Hard to miss.
Erica: You never said anything.
Bobby: Neither did you. Tells me something.
Bobby: Hmm, that you're tired of people getting up in your business.
Erica: You have no idea. Lately it seems like I can't even have a private thought without somebody analyzing me half to death.
Bobby: Well, hey, you say you had a bad day, that's good enough for me. Once you start trying to explain your behavior, you just dig yourself in deeper.
Erica: I agree.
Bobby: Next thing you know, every move you make is getting put under a microscope. No one can survive that. Such a waste of energy rehashing the past when all you have to do is just cut your losses and keep moving forward. Well, that was a little too much information, huh?
Erica: My own life is complicated enough.
Jack: Okey-doke, so ask away, but in all fairness, I must tell you that after my disbarment hearing tomorrow, I probably won't be practicing at all.
Krystal: I know, I heard about that. I just think that's a shame, really. Punishing you for protecting your family? I'd do worse than that to protect my little girl. Hell, I probably have.
Jack: Well, we all make our choices. So how can I help you?
Krystal: Now, is this going to be confidential? I mean, if you get the boot tomorrow, is this conversation going to be on the --
Jack: Strictly confidential.
Krystal: All right. What do you know about annulments?
Jack: Some. What do you need to know?
Krystal: Well, I've got this friend who sort of -- well, she got engaged down in Mexico between rounds of margaritas and was hitched before they even refilled the guacamole and, well, when the sun came up, she was kind of hoping she could just forget the whole thing, you know?
Jack: Yes, the light of day does that sometimes, doesn't it? So, what, the groom is giving her a hard time?
Krystal: No. No, no, he signed the papers and everything.
Jack: So what's the problem?
Krystal: Well, she's kind of hoping to keep this whole thing under wraps.
Jack: Well, that shouldn't be too tough. Tell your friend to file the papers with the Court of Common Pleas, Family Court Division.
Krystal: And she can do that right here in the United States?
Krystal: Great. Great. She's going to be tickled to hear that, believe me.
Jack: Yeah, well, you tell your friend that I hope everything works out, ok?
Krystal: Oh, wait a minute now, you don't think that I'm talking about me?
Jack: Well --
Krystal: No, no, no, no, I don't make mistakes like that. Not anymore.
Jack: Well, I'm glad to hear you're not in any kind of trouble.
Krystal: No, I won't be. Unless this conversation gets out to the wrong people, and if that happens, heads are going to roll.
Mary: Oh! Uh-oh. What did she do now?
Adam: I have been reduced to personally serving processed cheese to mall trash in my parlor.
Mary: And will she still be considered mall trash when she inherits half your son's fortune? Oh!
Adam: Don't even go there.
Mary: Is she still stuffing her face?
Adam: Oh, nonstop. She sits there, eating -- eating pigs in a blanket, declaring that she should be part, her baby should be part of one big happy family.
Mary: Well, maybe our little gold digger believes in happy endings. She certainly has one so far.
Adam: Yeah, well, she'll get over it. I'm going to give her a taste of the world according to Adam Chandler.
Mary: You know, you're very handsome when you're angry.
Adam: I am going to play her like a Stradivarius. I'm going to convince her that I am accepting her with an open heart. Then by the time that baby is born, I'm going to have enough ammunition to send her and her mother packing.
Mary: Well, now, don't forget, Babe has been like Teflon. She had an affair with her husband's brother and she's still sitting pretty.
Adam: There's something out there, there's something out there, some secret, and I've got to find out what it is.
Mary: Bigger than "Who's the daddy?"
Adam: I think it's big enough to send little tramp back to San Diego.
Babe: Look how precious! Oh, Stuart, you really are the most thoughtful man ever. Isn't he, J.R.?
J.R.: Oh, yes, he always has been.
Stuart: Just in case the baby loves cows as much as Babe does.
Babe: Oh, it's so sweet. Oh, our baby is going to have the best life ever.
J.R.: That's because he has the best mama ever.
Babe: I'm trying, J.R., I really am. Just if Adam can behave himself.
Adam: I was so thrown when Joe said that J.R. was the baby's father that I just -- I lost all equilibrium.
Mary: I know. Just calm down.
Adam: No, it won't happen again.
Adam: Tad came roaring into that office with big news that he was just dying to unload about J.R. and Babe, and Krystal put a stop to it with that ridiculous story about -- about him proposing marriage!
Mary: Tad? He's not that desperate yet.
Adam: No, of course he's not. But before he could spill it, Krystal took him out into the hall and made him change his mind. Well, I tell you what, I was cool. I played it cool. Now the gloves are off.
J.R.: Adam is as tough as they come. But he has one weak spot and I know what it is.
Babe: Tell me.
J.R.: Children. He's hopeless for them. And he's so afraid that we're going to shut our kid out of his life that, well, he's willing to do anything.
Babe: I guess I should be grateful for that. Thank you so much for today. Thank you for giving it to me. Please thank Uncle Stuart one more time, too.
J.R.: I will, but there's still one more surprise.
Mary: I could get that secret out of Tad. You know I could.
Adam: Yes, well, I'd like to avoid bloodshed.
Mary: Darling, the only thing shed would be our clothing.
Adam: Oh, really? Well, your supposed seduction could come in very handy if you hadn't already turned Tad's son into your boy toy.
Mary: Oh, fiddle-dee. Now tell me the truth -- aren't you just the tiniest bit jealous? Just a little bit?
Adam: In your dreams. I have to get things in motion.
Mary: That's exactly what I had in mind.
Adam: No, no, you hold that thought. I will be back soon.
Mary: Oh, no, no, no. What am I going to do all by myself here?
Adam: You stay here and make little Babe your next best friend.
Adam: Share some bonbons with her. I'm counting on you to keep her blissfully ignorant until I drop the bomb.
Mary: And what happens if Tad doesn't crack?
Adam: Well, I'm going to do whatever I have to do. This time I'm not coming back empty-handed. I want to jump out of bed in the morning.
[Dance music plays]
Erica: Well, you are a breath of fresh air, whoever you are.
Bobby: Does it matter?
Erica: Who you are? No, not at all. I am just so thrilled that you are not grilling me and that you don't want me to have to explain myself.
Bobby: Well, I don't like playing shrink, so --
Erica: Is that why you didn't ask me about the baby gift that you picked out for me at Lacey�s?
Bobby: Oh, no, no, I figured you hadn't mentioned it, it must've been a bust. Maybe one silver cup too many?
Erica: No, no, not at all. Actually, it was almost perfect.
Erica: Due to circumstances that were not your fault, or mine.
Bobby: Ok. Good to know. In that case, if I'm looking for a new job, I'll be sure to keep "personal shopper" at the top of the list, huh?
Opal: Whoa! No, no, no. Hold it, hold it, Fred Astaire, I am not -- whoa! All right, ok, ok, I'll dance with you, I'll dance with you, ok, but would you just keep me facing south? Oh, my Lord in heaven. Ooh!
Jack: Listen, sweetheart, I have no idea where you are, but when you get this, will you please call me? Uh -- I love you. Ok, you can come out now. She's gone. Reggie. Reggie, Reggie, Reggie, I want you to be more circumspect with our guests, will you please? Oh, don't give me that look, like you don't understand the big word. You're smarter than that.
Reggie: Look, I'm sorry I got bent out of shape, ok?
Jack: What did you have to get bent out of shape about, anyway?
Reggie: You. I mean, you lost your job, your career's in the gutter. I mean, but that doesn't give you a reason to go get some booty on the side, especially when you got Erica chilling. You two are supposed to be doing that happily-ever-after thing.
Jack: Reggie, relax. I am not even remotely involved with Krystal Carey. I have no intention of giving up on Erica, not ever.
Reggie: Well, you can't blame me for jumping to conclusions. I walk in here on you and some girl who looks like she's advertising, it makes a guy wonder.
Jack: Whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute, I'd like to raise a gentleman here. You don't know anything about that woman.
Reggie: I don't need to. You got to stick with Erica, J. you're going to need all of us at that bogus hearing tomorrow.
Jack: You're not going to that hearing.
Reggie: Who's going to stop me? You need somebody to tell them what's what.
Jack: Reggie, Reggie, Reggie, listen to me, listen to me, I got myself into this fix, all right? I'll take my punishment.
Reggie: Yours and everybody else's. You always got to be everybody else's hero, but nobody gets a chance to save you. Dad, you got some serious ego issues.
Opal: Oh, Jackson. Jackson, thank goodness you're there. I'm calling with an SOS from SOS.
Jack: Opal, is Erica ok?
Opal: Our girl, she is in big trouble, Jackson. You got to get here pronto.
Babe: What's this?
J.R.: Something you've been missing.
Babe: Oh, J.R., there's nothing in the world that I'm missing as long as I have you.
J.R.: I want you to have this. Go on. Open it up.
Babe: Oh, J.R., it's just beautiful.
J.R.: Babe, I should've given you this ring a long time ago. I love you. I love the fact that you fight for us and our baby and that your heart is so huge that you're willing to forgive my worst and the Chandlers. I love the fact that you're not -- you're not willing to give up or back down. And when I first told you this, I was so caught up in your beauty and how good you felt in my arms. But now that I -- I know who you really are, I mean this more than ever. I want you to be my wife.
Babe: You're so amazing. And I love it, I do, so much. Oh, I love what you did for me today. And the way you make me feel. And I love the fact that you're my husband.
J.R.: Well, this is only the beginning. The rest of the pregnancy is going to be easy and carefree. And if that means nachos and foot rubs and diamonds every day, you're going to get it.
Babe: Oh. You really mean it, don't you?
J.R.: With all my heart.
Krystal: Hey, good-looking. Hey, what -- what is it with all you people in this burg? You're just so unneighborly.
Tad: Well, depends on the neighbor. This another offer to sleep with me so I keep my mouth shut?
Krystal: No. What I have to say doesn't involve either one of us getting naked.
Krystal: Thought I'd get you up to speed on our dilemma.
Tad: No, no, no, your dilemma.
Krystal: Well, you'll be happy to know that it's all fixed. I have the answers to all Babe's problems.
Opal: Oh, Jackson, Jackson.
Jack: Sorry. What are you doing out here?
Opal: Well, there's a man in there that thinks I'm Ginger Rogers, but I've got bigger moves to make.
Jack: I take it that Erica is inside drinking?
Opal: It started at the baby shower. Then she went over to the Front Street Clinic where Dr. David works.
Opal: She actually looked worse when she came out of there than she did when she went in. So I stayed tight on her, I followed her over here, where she is now sitting at the bar having a drink with a total stranger. I am so worried about her, Jackson.
Jack: Yeah, we all are. Come on.
[Dance music plays]
Erica: Ok, how do you feel about performing another rescue for a damsel in distress?
Bobby: Excuse me?
Erica: I need to leave right now, and not through the front door.
Bobby: Ok, ok.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Liza: I was wondering if you'd be interested in today's sample.
Jack: Tom Cudahy, good to see you.
Tom: Good to see you.
Greenlee: I trust you.
Ryan: Then let's do it.
Erica: For once in my life, I have no idea what I'm getting into, and I really can't wait.
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