All My Children Transcript Wednesday 3/10/04
Proofread by Gisele
Tad: Oh, by all means. If you have answers, I'd love to hear them.
[Adam tries to eavesdrop from outside the terrace doors]
Krystal: What was that?
Tad: Oh, nothing. Just delinquent squirrels. Come on. Huh. Ok. What have you got?
Krystal: Free advice from Jackson Montgomery that I -- I think it might just ease your mind. You'll be happy to hear that Babe's little secret is going to stay that way.
Opal: You got to go after her. Don't -- don't just stand there. Erica is getting away! What in the name of love are you doing?
Jack: I'm going to order myself a drink.
Bobby: That guy at the bar -- he a friend of yours?
Erica: Friend? No, not really.
Bobby: Well, he knew your name. What is he, some kind of stalker?
Erica: Yeah. He won't leave me alone. None of them will.
Bobby: Well, I got a full tank of gas. You want to file a flight plan?
Erica: Take me anywhere, anywhere far away from here.
Greenlee: I love the open road. Everything except the bugs in my teeth.
Ryan: What, are you wussing out on me, Greenlee?
Greenlee: No way. Hitting the freedom trail with you is worth a mouthful of crunchy critters.
Ryan: Well, you know, they're an excellent source of protein.
Greenlee: I prefer room service, followed by a sea-salt bubble bath and a shiatsu massage. What?
Ryan: And then how do you propose that we check into a hotel room and order room service, Greenlee?
Greenlee: I go to the check-in desk and hand the nice man a piece of plastic. He hands me a room key. Within an hour, a waiter in a starched Jacket appears with a $15 cheeseburger and a couple of cold ones.
Ryan: Greenlee -- Greenlee?
Ryan: When we left the cabin, you agreed to do it my way.
Greenlee: Hey, I signaled for a rest stop before we hit the freeway exit.
Ryan: No, I'm not taking one dime of your money because I've got 100 bucks in change that's going to get us where we're going and it's going to bankroll our next big business venture when we get there.
Greenlee: Ryan, 100 bucks won't cover a broom closet in this hotel.
Ryan: Oh, Greenlee, we're going to have a two-bedroom suite deluxe, and we're not going to pay a penny for it.
Greenlee: We're going to run a con?
Ryan: Welcome to the game, sweetheart. Did you ever run a con, Greenlee?
Greenlee: I talked my way into an R movie when I was 15.
Ryan: Oh, well, this is going to be a little bit more complicated than that and it'll require a little bit of finesse.
Greenlee: Well, finesse is my middle name. I'll distract the chambermaid and you palm her passkey.
Ryan: Ok, slow down, all right, because if you're going to help me out here, you got to learn the basics.
Greenlee: Starting with picking your pigeon, right?
Greenlee: Leo told me the score. So, who's our sucker and how are we going to get the info we need out of them?
Ryan: Our first mark is going to be the hotel concierge.
Greenlee: Because he's got his fingers on the pulse of the hotel.
Ryan: Exactly. Now, I�m going to need about 60 seconds behind his desk. Your mission, if you choose to accept it �
Jack: Where are my manners? Opal, what can I get for you?
Opal: An explanation, up neat. No, thanks. All right, now, spill. Why are you standing here wetting your whistle instead of going after Erica?
Jack: She saw me, Opal. She saw me.
Opal: She is mixed up. She doesn't know if she's coming or going.
Jack: Well, she made it damn clear that she wants nothing to do with me.
Opal: Oh, now, Jackson. She doesn't know what she wants. She's in pain, she's hurting, she's -- she's scared. If you loved her --
Jack: If I loved her? If I loved her? Opal, I love her with all my heart. It kills me to see her like this.
Opal: Well, then do something!
Jack: I'm trying. I've given Erica every opportunity to let me help her, to open up to me, but she shuts me out, Opal, every time. No matter how much I love her, I can't force her to turn to me, can I?
Opal: Well, I am not going to sit here on my tail feathers while my best friend goes running off with some stranger. I am going after her.
Jack: Ok, Opal, you -- you do that.
Bobby: Well, I have an appointment in Philly. You're free to come along for the ride.
Erica: Hmm, "free" -- I like the sound of that.
Bobby: Oh, but my plans may not be Erica Kane�s cup of tea.
Erica: Oh, come on. Don't you start, too.
Erica: Pretending that you think you know what Erica Kane�s cup of tea might be, what I�m really like, and what I really need and -- I mean, why would any of them know what I need? All they've done is lie to me.
Bobby: Well, you've really had a tough go of it lately, huh?
Erica: You have no idea.
Bobby: Maybe I do. Tell me if I get close. The people around you expect you to act a certain way, you know, they want you to live by their rules, and when you don't meet their expectations, they try to change you. That it's wrong to just be who you are.
Erica: Are you a psychic?
Bobby: No. But close. I work in Vegas. I watch gamers try to beat the house. You get pretty good at reading people.
Erica: But what you just said sounds a lot more personal than on-the-job training.
Bobby: Yeah. You got to stay true to yourself, even if it's not what others want you to be. Look, maybe we should skip this whole Philly thing. I should just drive you home?
Erica: No, absolutely not. I mean, you just said that maybe tonight wouldn't be a perfect fit for Erica Kane. Well, it just so happens that tonight I don't want to be Erica Kane. So next stop, City of Brotherly Love.
Bobby: But with that face, I think it's going to be hard to drop the whole Erica Kane thing, though.
Erica: Oh, I didn't even think about that.
Bobby: Actually, check out in back here. Take a look.
Erica: Oh. Ok. What do you think?
Bobby: That should cut down on the recognition factor. And the jacket, and I think we might just get away with it. What are we going to call you? Desirée. Desirée, mystery of the desert.
Erica: Ooh, that works for me. Ok. So tell me, what does Desirée do to make life interesting?
Greenlee: Excuse me.
Concierge: May I help you?
Greenlee: Please. I am having trouble with the ATM.
Concierge: Oh, what kind of trouble?
Greenlee: Machines hate me. Could you help me out?
Concierge: Yeah. What seems to be the problem?
Greenlee: You know, it ate my debit card.
Concierge: No kidding. All right. Did you get money out?
Greenlee: No. It ate my debit card, and I -- I couldn't get any --
Concierge: You didn't even get any money out?
Greenlee: No. No. Do you see anything?
Concierge: I don�t. I mean, we haven't had any complaints. It seems to be -- uh-huh -- there's no -- huh. I just got money out of it yesterday.
Greenlee: Oh, you did?
Concierge: Yeah, yeah.
Greenlee: I don't know.
Concierge: Huh. Yeah.
Greenlee: It's the weirdest thing. I put it in and -- you know, machines -- I don't know what it is. We just don't get along. I had this icemaker that shot ice cubs at me all the time.
Concierge: Well, I mean, there's doesn't seem to be any problem. There's not even a card in the slot, so --
Greenlee: Really? That's weird.
Concierge: Yeah, you -- huh. Well, I'm really --
Greenlee: You know, I'm -- I�m sorry to bother you.
Concierge: Oh, no, don�t.
Greenlee: Oh, my God! Oh, hey, look! There's my card.
Concierge: Oh, there it is.
Greenlee: The machine must have spit it out and I didn't see it. I'm sorry.
Concierge: Oh, no, no, no.
Greenlee: Sorry to bother you.
Concierge: Please, it's not a problem at all.
Greenlee: Thank you.
Concierge: Excuse me.
Greenlee: Thank you.
Ryan: Es ocupado.
Greenlee: Did you find anything to use?
Ryan: I am so incredibly good.
Greenlee: What is it?
Ryan: Just a kick-start to a very interesting evening.
Reggie: Oh, you got some power.
Woman: You've got some moves.
Reggie: Well, you know, I'm all right. I ain't going to brag or nothing, but I'm all right. You want to play some one-on-one?
Woman: Bring it on.
Reggie: That was supposed
Woman: Right. Like that?
Reggie: Yeah. See, that's not fair, though.
Woman: What, that I�m trashing you?
Reggie: No, you're cheating on me. You're so fine I can't concentrate on my game.
Woman: That's funny. You're a package and I can concentrate no problem.
Reggie: Excuse me. See, did somebody just send you here to mess with my head or something like that?
Woman: Nope. I was just passing by.
Reggie: Passing by where?
Woman: No place special.
Reggie: Well, you know, I haven't seen you around here before, and I'd remember. You new or something?
Woman: Maybe. Sort of.
Reggie: "Sort of"? So -- oh.
Reggie: Where's home?
Woman: No place.
Reggie: And what about your family? Any friends?
Woman: I don't have a family. All alone.
Bobby: Hey, could you please ring Mr. Moore's room for me? We're down in the lobby, on our way up. Who's "we"? You'll see. Ok.
Ryan: So -- so I just wanted to find out how the hotel dealt with comps, you know, maybe get the name of a big shot so we could drop his name, score a freebie, but this -- we can ride this all the way to the penthouse.
Greenlee: This is a memo about some hotel critic who's going to be staying here for a month.
Ryan: Not just some hotel critic. Greenlee, it's the big-shot critic from the biggest travel site on the Internet. This guy, Tony the Traveler, he's, like, the man. He's the cipher.
Greenlee: So they don't know who he is.
Ryan: No. He travels incognito. When he checks into a hotel --
Greenlee: The manager doesn't know if he's Joe Schmo from Idaho.
Ryan: Or a guy who's going to make or break the hotel with his online review.
Greenlee: The perfect setup.
Greenlee: So, what do we do next?
Ryan: Ok, well, you hang out here and pretend like you're waiting for somebody, while I duck out for a second and run an errand.
Greenlee: Where are you going?
Ryan: Props. Study the memo while I�m gone.
Greenlee: I'll swallow it when I�m finished.
Ryan: We having fun yet?
Greenlee: It's about damn time.
Erica: Excuse me. I have to go to the ladies' room.
Bobby: Well, they might not let you in dressed like that.
Erica: This is my night to take chances.
Bobby: Interesting reading?
Erica: Let's do it.
Bobby: All right. So these guys are regulars at the casino that I work for. They let me cut in on the games whenever we're all in town. You know, it keeps customer relations friendly. You -- you play poker?
Erica: Oh, a little bit. I mean, I used to -- for matchsticks.
Bobby: Ok, well, just follow my lead. I'm sure you'll pick it up quickly. You sure about this?
Erica: Oh, for once in my life, I have no idea what I�m getting into, and I really can't wait.
Bobby: Well, after you, Desirée.
Adam: Damn, why don't they speak up?
Krystal: So Jackson says that we can just file those annulment papers right underneath Adam�s radar.
Tad: You sure about this?
Krystal: Well, it stands to reason. I mean, Adam�s not going to find something he's not looking for. And so Babe and Paul can officially get unhitched and she and J.R. can renew their vows, and there's no reason in the world why we all can't live happily ever after, being that Adam and J.R. are none the wiser.
Tad: And what they don't know can't hurt Babe.
Krystal: Or J.R.
Tad: Ok. It certainly sounds like everybody gets what they want.
Krystal: All wrapped up in a shiny rainbow.
Tad: I probably owe you an apology for what happened at Adam�s. I hated the way we ended up going after each other.
Krystal: Like two cats in a sack, huh?
Tad: Yeah. I'd be more than happy to keep Babe 's past buried, just as long as she agrees never to hurt or otherwise further alienate Jamie and J.R.
Krystal: She learned from her mistake, ok? You have my word on that, Tad.
Tad: Well, I guess we can all sleep better at night.
Krystal: Yeah. No more showdowns at sunset.
Tad: Which is probably just as well. You got a couple of good ones in there.
Krystal: Yeah. What about you? I mean, please, we were both hotter than a couple of $10 pistols. And we said some things that we had no right to say. So I guess that's that. Our business is concluded.
Tad: Is it?
Krystal: Oh, we both understand, right? You were just warming up my bed to get ahold of that secret I was keeping.
Tad: And the only because you invited me into your bed was to protect the secret.
Krystal: Anyway, you're keeping pretty busy with Simone and Liza, and I never was too good with crowds, so you take good care of yourself.
Tad: Krystal -- wait a minute.
Tad: I believe this is yours.
Krystal: "The Kama Sutra." Yeah, 87 sure was fun.
Tad: Most I ever had without laughing.
Krystal: I have that worry stone that you loaned me. There's a time that I almost rubbed that thing clean through, but all my troubles are behind me now.
Tad: I'm glad.
Krystal: Well, it sure was a fun game while it lasted.
Tad: Yeah, it was.
Krystal: I don't think I�m going too far in saying that I think I met my match. I'll see you.
Tad: Yeah. I'll see you.
[Knock on door]
Liza: Good evening, sir. I represent the Handy-Dandy Novelty Company. I was wondering if you'd be interested in today's sample.
[While Adam peeks through the back door, Liza greets Tad with a passionate kiss.]
Tom: Hey, stranger.
Jack: Tom Cudahy. Good to see you.
Tom: Good to see you.
Jack: I guess I don't have to ask you why you're in town.
Tom: Well, I happen to be madly in love with my wife. I've been shuttling back and forth between DC and here while Livvy's worked this case. Actually, we're thinking of moving back here.
Jack: Well, that'd be great. I'd love it myself. Have a seat.
Tom: Thanks. You got a hearing tomorrow before the state disciplinary board?
Jack: Oh, you had to bring that up, didn't you? Well, it proved a good time. Yeah. Tom, I do. I got to tell you, you can bet dollars to doughnuts they're going to yank my ticket. They're going to revoke my license to practice law.
Tom: Well, whatever happens, you'll land on your feet, but don't count yourself out yet. The board may surprise you.
Jack: Yeah, but maybe not. Frankly, I think my days as a practicing attorney are now numbered in hours.
Tom: Well, Livia and I are with you, whatever you need.
Jack: I appreciate that, thank you.
Tom: How's Erica dealing with all this fallout from all this?
Jack: Yeah, well, not so good. As a matter of fact, I could use your advice.
Bobby: Ok, these guys are rolling in the -- all self-made millionaires.
Erica: Professional gamblers?
Bobby: No, no, all respected businessmen, but poker is what pumps their blood.
Erica: Yeah, fortunes determined by the roll of the dice. I can totally find that fascinating.
Bobby: Yeah, yeah, my casino pulls out all the stops to make sure these whales are taken care of.
Erica: "Whales"? Did you say "Whales"?
Bobby: Oh, it's gambler slang for high rollers. These guys will win or drop six figures without even blinking an eye.
Erica: Aha. And the higher the bet, the bigger the rush.
Bobby: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, but don't worry, this is a low-stakes game, all right? I'm fronting, so just relax, go along for the ride, and have fun, ok?
Man: Roberto! Son of a gun!
Bobby: How you doing? Get your carcass in here. Hey, who's the little lady?
Bobby: Pug, I would like you to meet Desirée.
Erica: Hi, Puggy.
Pug: Hi. Hey, I know you. You're one of them Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders.
Erica: Oh, no, I'm not. But thank you. I'll take that as a compliment.
Bobby: And this is Scott McClusky and Huck Wilson. Folks, this is Desirée.
Erica: Desirée Dubois. Gentlemen.
Bobby: I hope you don't mind if you gentlemen -- if she'll join in on our game with us?
Pug: Well, hell, no! Pardon my French, but I'd rather look at you than Roberto�s mug any day. Sit down, sit down.
Pug: So, what brings you all the way up to Philly, Desirée?
Erica: Well, now that I�m in the company of you handsome gentlemen, I�d have to say pure luck.
Erica: I hope it holds.
Pug: Well, let's get down to some cards, then. Desirée, you want to call it?
Erica: Dealer's choice, please.
Pug: Well, I thought we'd warm things up with some simple stud. And I don't mean Roberto here.
Pug: Then as the night progresses, we'll turn the heat up a little bit. Now, Desirée, if any of these rules get the least bit confuzzling, you holler.
Erica: Thank you. I will try to keep up, Puggy.
Pug: All righty, then. But before we begin, can I get you something from the bar?
Erica: Puggy, you are a true gentleman.
Pug: I know that.
Ryan: Excuse me, Miss. I'm here for the National Widget Convention.
Greenlee: Ryan, where did you get that getup?
Ryan: Oh, believe me, you don't want to know. How do I look?
Greenlee: Like Harry Potter on steroids.
Ryan: Perfect. Perfect, and here's your business card. I just had it printed up across the street.
Greenlee: "Jane"? You couldn't come up with something more classy, like Vanessa or Gabrielle?
Ryan: "Jane" was already in the computer, so you're going to have to run with it, all right?
Greenlee: Jane. Sheesh.
Ryan: Hey, listen, just because I wrote and I propped this gig, you are the star griff here, so if you're having doubts, if you want to back out, you better tell me now, Jane.
Greenlee: Ryan, do I have to tattoo it on my forehead? I trust you all the way.
Ryan: Then let's do it. Ahem.
Ryan: It's nasty.
Clerk: What may I do for you, sir?
Ryan: Isn't it obvious? I'm checking in.
Clerk: Name, please?
Clerk: Smith -- I'm sorry. We don't have anything under that name.
Ryan: Can't you even handle the simplest of tasks?
Greenlee: All right, can you check again? Smith -- it has to be there.
Clerk: I'm sorry, nothing under Smith. But we do have rooms available.
Ryan: Well, then, why didn't you say so? I require a two-bedroom suite deluxe with a view of the park.
Clerk: Yes, sir. If you please, fill this out. And we'll need a credit card for security.
Greenlee: Sir, you had your wallet at the last stop.
Ryan: You calling me an idiot?
Greenlee: No, no, sir, no, sir, no, sir, but I�m positive that I gave it to you. It's probably still in the car.
Ryan: Or more likely stolen from the parking valet, which if it is, it's coming out of your salary. Will you fill this out? I'm going to go check the vehicle.
Greenlee: He probably left it at the restaurant. He was so upset with the service, but I know he's going to blame me. Oh, my God, I'm so fired! And I really, really, really, really, really need this job.
Clerk: I could call the restaurant, if you like.
Greenlee: Oh, you know what? That is so sweet of you, but it's all the way back in Lancaster, and it's just going to throw my boss' whole schedule off if we go back there.
Clerk: I wish I could help.
Greenlee: Maybe you can. Look, if I blow his cover, I'm probably canned, but I�m anyway, so -- hang on just a second. Do you know who my boss is?
Clerk: Mr. Smith?
Greenlee: Tony the Traveler.
Clerk: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Reggie: So you have no home, no family? You look way too good to be street.
Woman: Looks don't always tell the whole story.
Reggie: You're a runaway, aren't you? Why'd you take off? Your family giving you a hard time?
Woman: I don't want to get into it. You mind?
Reggie: Oh, no, go ahead, you know. Already in the bag. So what, they hurt you? They beat on you? What?
Woman: I can't talk about it. All I know is that I�m not going back, and if they find me and drag me back, I'll just run away again.
Reggie: Well, I mean, you don't have any family you could stay with? Well, you can't stay in the park. It's not safe.
Woman: It's ok. I'm used to taking care of myself. Thanks for the hoops.
Reggie: Hey, wait a minute. You have no business being off on your own. Let me help you.
Jack: So, Erica sees me, goes out the back door like hounds were on her heels.
Waitress: Hi. Can I get you anything to drink?
Tom: Sparkling water.
Waitress: And for you, sir?
Jack: I'll have what he's having.
Waitress: Ok, thanks.
Jack: So, Tom, you know Erica pretty well.
Tom: Well, I was married to her. That's not always the same as knowing someone.
Jack: Fair enough. I'll rephrase. In your opinion and based on your own recovery, when I walked in here and I saw her at the bar with a drink, should I have gone up and just knocked the glass out of her hand?
Tom: No. If someone wants to drink, they're going to drink. You can't stop them. You can't fix them.
Jack: Well, you know what? Maybe there's nothing to fix. It's not like she's getting falling-down drunk. It's just, you know, a glass of white wine here, a sip of champagne there.
Tom: Oh, you're right to be worried. I mean, Erica�s drinking is a danger signal. I mean, it doesn't matter if it's pills, cocaine, white wine, or whiskey sours. For a recovering addict, touching any of it is like playing with dynamite.
Jack: So I�m supposed to just sit here and watch her destroy herself?
Tom: Well, the ideal would be to get her back into a program. You'll have to confront her.
Jack: Get her to admit she has a problem?
Tom: No. All you can really do is tell her how her drinking affects you, how you feel.
Jack: Frankly, Tom, I don't think Erica wants to feel anything. Not her pain, not my pain, not anything.
Tom: Well, for the time being anyway, the alcohol's going to help her duck those feelings.
Jack: I've tried. I mean, I've tried so many times to get her to talk about her feelings, deal with them.
Tom: Try again -- harder. You got your work cut out for you, Jack. Right now every instinct Erica has is telling her to run like hell.
Pug: Roberto, I�ve been trying to decipher Ms. Desirée's poker face, but them big brown eyes keep calling me home.
Erica: Too rich for your blood, Puggy?
Pug: Hell, it's worth it just to see if you're bluffing. I'll call. Can you beat three 10s, darling?
Erica: Oh. Sorry, Puggy, I filled my flush.
[Laughter and cheers]
Pug: Well, if that don't beat all!
Erica: I told you-all I felt lucky tonight.
Pug: Yeah, you're all that and a bag of chips, darling.
Pug: Shoot, I might be just looking at the next Mrs. Puggy Moore.
Huck: You've already got more exes than you can shake a stick at.
Erica: Oh, and I think I got Puggy beat at that game, too.
Erica: Is it my deal?
Pug: The lady reigns supreme, and dealer's choice.
Erica: Ok. The game is called Irish hold 'em. After the first three cards on the flop, each of us has to discard two of the four in front of us. Ready to go?
Bobby: Only played for matchsticks, huh?
Erica: Yeah, but they were diamond matchsticks from Tiffany's, Roberto.
Tad: Liza, Liza, let's wait. Take it easy. Slow down. Maybe -- maybe we should just -- huh.
Adam: The mother of my child throwing herself at Tad Martin. Well, maybe that won't be such a bad thing after all.
Waitress: Did you decide what you want?
Anita: How about that gorgeous piece of chocolate cake I saw on the dessert tray?
Waitress: I'm sorry. I just served it.
Aidan: How's that for luck?
Anita: Kind of how mine's been going lately.
Aidan: No, don't say that. I mean good luck.
Anita: I don't want your cake.
Aidan: Oh, you will, because it makes "I'm sorry" go down a lot easier.
Anita: You don't have to apologize.
Aidan: One excuse was I didn't know the guy was your husband. It really did look like he was bothering you.
Anita: Well, he wasn't bothering me, and for the record, I'm not a woman who needs rescuing -- ever.
Aidan: Well, now I know. You should really try this frosting, though. It's fantastic.
Anita: Look, it's obvious you're trying --
Aidan: Trying your patience.
Anita: Trying to be helpful. So just don�t. Something tells me we should just stay away from each other.
Aidan: Really? Because something tells me that there was a reason why I got thrown into your path. You see, I met this wonderful, good-looking woman on the side of the road once who taught me this great lesson in karma.
Anita: So, what is this, like, a karmic do-over?
Aidan: I don't know. Could be. But we'll do it again and again until we get it right. Yeah. I'll treat you to dessert.
Anita: No, Aidan -- grab a fork. Karma says I should share this with you.
Aidan: And they say a man can't have his cake and eat it, too.
Anita: Listen, I don't want you to have the wrong impression about me.
Aidan: Oh, weren't you the one that said, "Marriage is not enough without sounding too free"?
Anita: Do you remember everything I said?
Aidan: I'm highly trained. But what grabs my attention is when a beautiful woman is not being treated right.
Anita: Oh -- oh, you totally missed on that one. See, Bobby would never, ever mistreat a woman.
Greenlee: You've never heard of Tony the Traveler?
Clerk: I'm sorry. It doesn't ring a bell.
Greenlee: Tony rules the travel blogosphere. A five-star rating from him and this place would book solid for the next three years. I can get you that rating, even though my neck will be put on the block for it, but --
Concierge: Excuse me. I couldn't help but overhear --
Greenlee: You know what? You know what? Forget it, forget it. I've already broke my confidentiality agreement with Tony, and -- I'll just let him ream me out about the wallet and then we'll go, we'll go.
Concierge: No, no, please. There is no need. We've had advance notice of your arrival. My manager would have my head if I let this opportunity slip.
Concierge: Yeah, we'll be more than happy to comp your stay for the night.
Greenlee: Oh! Thank you! Thank you. I feel his five-star review coming on.
Ryan: Jane? Jane? Idiot! The wallet is not in the car, like you said it was. Because of your incompetence, I have to drive all the way back to Lancaster, and if I do --
Concierge: Please, Mr. Smith, your assistant here has advised us of your dilemma, and we've arranged a suite for you for tonight at no charge. So, please, enjoy your stay. And for your dining pleasure, might I suggest our very own Chef Antoine�s roast lamb? Hmm? On the house, naturally.
Bobby: Look at you.
Bobby: You're taking home the whole pot.
Erica: I know. Ooh, except I do feel kind of awful.
Bobby: You won. Why feel bad?
Erica: Because the whole reason you came here was to bolster casino-client goodwill, and I have taken home all of their money.
Bobby: Believe me, if it was their night to lose money, they'd rather lose to you than to me. Besides, look at them. They had a ball. And they loved you because of who you are and not because you're Erica Kane, hmm?
Pug: Desirée, darling, it was sure a pleasure losing my shirt to you today. But, you know, it's been gnawing at me, this feeling that I've seen you someplace before.
Erica: Well, maybe I just remind you of one of your ex-wives, Puggy.
Pug: Hon, you'd have to gain a ton, dye your hair blue to get even close.
Huck: Roberto, you bring this little lady back to see us real soon, you hear?
Bobby: Absolutely. You think your ticker can take another run for your money?
Pug: Well, if it can't, I'd die with my boots on and a smile on my face.
Pug: I'll see you later, Desirée.
Erica: Bye. Bye.
Bobby: Was I right or was I right?
Erica: Oh, I can't remember the last time I had such a good time.
Tad: Well, that was certainly a whirlwind trip.
Liza: Well, to the moon and back in 20 minutes. Got to run, Tiger.
Adam: My dear.
Mary: Hmm. Finally. I'm already on my second glass of chardonnay.
Adam: Yeah. Waiter, vodka martini, please.
Mary: No champagne? You didn't find out what Tad and Ellie Mae have been so hush-hush about?
Adam: No, but I may have an inside source.
Adam: My ex-wife has developed an itch that only Tad Martin can scratch.
Mary: Oh, really? You won't let me go to work on Tad, but you'll use Liza to deliver up his secrets? Great.
Adam: I use what works.
Mary: Hmm. You think she'll cooperate?
Adam: Mary, you make it sound like she has a choice.
Woman: Why would you want to help me? You don't even know me.
Reggie: Well, hey, calm down. What kind of man would I be, leaving you to fend for yourself?
Woman: I'll get along all right.
Reggie: No, you have to aim higher than that. Nothing bad can touch you when I�m in charge.
Woman: You don't know my parents.
Reggie: Well, if anybody comes by to mess with you, they're going to have to get by me first.
Woman: You're sweet. But I'm not looking for a handout.
Reggie: Good, because you're not going to get one. You just beat me on one-on-one, which means you owe me a rematch. I'm not going to let you out of my eyesight until we even the score. So, you need a place to stay, you know, I got the hookup.
Woman: Oh, you got the hookup, huh?
Reggie: Mm-hmm, yeah, you know.
Greenlee: Ryan! Did you see us? We were so on fire. You know, it was a total rush.
Ryan: Down, girl, you're going to get yourself all hooked.
Greenlee: I mean, it was so easy. The concierge bought our line like a pair of manolos at a fire sale.
Ryan: I got to say, for a first-timer, you really weren't too bad.
Greenlee: Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on. How was I? Really?
Ryan: Really? You were good. You were on the verge of being great, and I'm very proud of you.
Greenlee: Thanks, ton.
Greenlee: Well, I'm on a roll.
Greenlee: Do I have the golden touch or what?
Ryan: Apparently, you do. You are on a roll.
Greenlee: Yes, I do. I'm smart.
Erica: I can't even remember the last time I had so much fun.
[Erica and Bobby encounter Greenlee and Ryan in the hallway]
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Kendall: I still love Ryan.
Bianca: Get him back before it's too late.
Ryan: You're running away? You're hiding, aren't you?
Erica: Aren't you?
Greenlee: Pack up whatever scam you're playing and leave Erica alone.
Bobby: What happens if I don't?
Anita: Happy 10th Anniversary!
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