AMC Transcript Wednesday 3/17/04

All My Children Transcript Wednesday 3/17/04

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Greenlee: Are you taking your clothes off, too?

Ryan: We're soaked. Greenlee, look at you, you're shivering, all right? You're going to be a lot warmer when you get dried off.

Greenlee: Well --

Ryan: Let me help you out here, ok? There you go. Can you handle the rest yourself?

Greenlee: Yeah.

Ryan: Yeah?

Greenlee: I think so.

Ryan: Ok.

Ryan: You done in there?

Greenlee: Yep.

[Ryan grabs the bedding and wraps it around Greenlee]

Ryan: Ok. These together probably are about as heavy as your average bedsheet.

Greenlee: Whoo! What about you?

Ryan: I'm fine. I'm all right.

Greenlee: That's crazy. Need all the help I can get.

[Greenlee invites Ryan to share her blanket]

[Pounding on door]

J.R.: Babe?


Kendall: J.R. -- hey -- have you seen Bianca? Have you heard from Bianca?

J.R.: No, no. They took from the Valley Inn in Babe's car. I was hoping that she forgot her keys.

Kendall: No, no, that -- that was hours ago.

J.R.: Yeah, yeah, I haven't seen them since they took off, Bianca either.

Kendall: Yeah, well, Erica did such a number on her, Bianca may never come back.

Jack: So tell me something, is this just reaction to the storm or did something of what I had to say make sense?

Erica: Hold me tighter.

Jack: Oh, listen, if it were up to me, I'd never let go. You know that.

Erica: Oh. I can't. Jack, I can't. Please, please make it stop. Oh, please, just make it all go away.


Babe: Oh, God.

Bianca: What? What?

Babe: We were, like, this close from slipping over the riverbank into the water. We got to get out of here.

Bianca: No, hold on, Babe. What if we skid into the river?

Babe: You think this car will float or sink?

Bianca: Probably sink.

Babe: Well, if we wait any longer, we're going to find out. Hold on.

Ryan: You know, I didn't check the closet.

Greenlee: The only monsters in there are dust bunnies.

Ryan: There might be another blanket.

Greenlee: Well, yeah, or a towel or even a bathmat.


Ryan: What the hell?

Greenlee: I angered the fashion gods. I suggested wearing a bathmat.

Ryan: Oh, man.


Ryan: Ow!

Greenlee: Oh, don't kill yourself!

[Greenlee laughs]

Ryan: I think I broke my toe! Keep it up!

Greenlee: Oh, sorry.

Ryan: No, I'm serious, keep it up so I can follow the sound of your mocking cruelty.

Greenlee: I didn't know you hurt yourself.

Ryan: Ow, ow, ow.

Greenlee: Oh, at least you're getting closer.

Ryan: Ow, ow, ow.


[Greenlee laughs]

Greenlee: Ow, that sounded painful. I can almost feel your pain.

Ryan: Ah. Ah. Ah! Oh! Hey.

[Ryan takes Greenlee with him as he falls down]

Greenlee: Ow. Have a nice trip?

Ryan: You ok? I didn't hurt you, did I?

Greenlee: I think everything's intact.

Ryan: Ok. Good.

Greenlee: I laugh, so you're deserting me?

Ryan: Well, I mean, if the power's off, the heat's probably off, too. I want to get some information, try and get some blankets that the moths haven't eaten.

Greenlee: Wait! Here. Go formal. You got enough problems.

[Ryan puts on the T-shirt that Greenlee tosses him]

Jack: Here you go. There. How's that? Nice, warm, cozy? You know, we will get through this. And when we come out the other side, we will be stronger.

Erica: I wish I could believe that.

Jack: Believe it. I mean, I'm not saying it'll be easy, but we can make it happen, you know.

Erica: I just want things to be like they were before everything went so horribly wrong.

Jack: Well, sweetheart, we can't go back, only forward. And there will always be another storm because, well, that's life. But I can be there to help get you through them, and anything else that life throws at you.

Erica: Can you?

Jack: Yeah, you bet I can, if you'll let me. Erica, if you will let me in, the worst is over.

Bianca: I can't see a thing. Are the lights on?

Babe: Not that you can tell, but, yeah.

Bianca: Babe, we're barely moving. If somebody came up behind us, we would get creamed.

Babe: I guess we could pull over somewhere, but the river runs right beside the road.

Bianca: I think it's letting up.

Babe: The river, it's flooding over. Look.

Bianca: Oh, my God. Wait. Look! Babe, is that a cabin?

Babe: It's worth a look. I'm a good swimmer, don't worry. It was a joke.

Bianca: Well, we are not amused, and we are also coming with you.

Babe: No way. It's a rule -- the least pregnant girl checks out the shelter. Hey, you hang tight.

Bianca: "It was a dark and stormy night."


Bianca: "It was a dark and stormy night." I hate waiting here alone. All right, I'm sorry, I know I'm not alone. I just hate waiting here, ok? You, too, huh? Whoa. Miranda, take it easy there. We got enough trouble.

J.R.: Still nothing. How about you?

Kendall: No, straight to voicemail every time. Hey, hey, Bianca, listen, it's me again. Please just call me as soon as you get these messages, ok? I'm getting really nervous now.

J.R.: Babe, don't be keeping me in suspense. I want to know how you and Bianca are getting along, so call me at home -- and I love you.

Kendall: The rain is coming down like crazy. I mean, Babe didn't give you any clue where they were headed?

J.R.: They're probably at a restaurant right now talking.

Kendall: Right, or maybe they're in their car under an overpass, waiting for the rain to stop.

J.R.: Babe can handle it. She can take care of Bianca.

Kendall: Yeah, as long as their biggest dilemma is which credit card to use at the mall.

J.R.: No, no, just because Babe's good for the economy doesn't mean she can't handle this. She's smart, she's resourceful, and there's nothing that she wouldn't do for your sister.


Bianca: "It was a dark and stormy night," and not the greatest time for the littlest Montgomery to be practicing her soccer kicks, so just cool it, ok, girl? Give Mama a break. Babe is going to be back soon. She'd better be back soon. "It was a dark and st--" oh!

Babe: Hey, it's a cabin! It's a cabin, and it's empty and it's dry.

Bianca: Ok.

Babe: You ready to make a run for it?

Bianca: Oh, we should call home first.

Babe: We will once we're safe inside.

Bianca: All right.

Babe: Ready?

Bianca: Ready. On three. One, two --

Babe: Three!

Liza: Listen, do not bust my chops. I had no prior knowledge about Erica's interview.

Adam: I didn't invite you over here to discuss business.

Liza: No, but I know that portions of it were rerun, but it's not going to happen -- what do you mean this isn't business?

Adam: I wanted to congratulate you.

Liza: On what?

Adam: Finally, you've conquered Tad. I dropped by his house the other night and happened to see the two of you through the window -- saw a good deal more of you than I did of him. I thought better not to interfere.

Liza: How unlike you.

Adam: You look lovelier than ever. There's a glow about you. Does my heart good to see you looking happy and fulfilled.

Liza: Do me a favor -- we know each other too well. Pull back this romance-novel veneer and reveal the unscrupulous man that I've come to know and distrust. Why are you pretending to be pleased about Tad and me?

Adam: Krystal is hiding something big about Babe. And so far, she's managed to keep it from everyone, except Tad.

Liza: You are so transparent.

Adam: Has he told you what it is?

Liza: I am not going to do your dirty work. No, no, no.

Adam: Liza, you could be immensely valuable to me. How else can I possibly find a spy who's actually embedded with Tad?

Krystal: That's what my granny used to call a frog strangler. Whoo!

Tad: You forget something?

Krystal: No, I did not forget something. I just couldn't talk in front of Liza and Simone.

Tad: Yeah, well, I meant what I said about taking a hiatus. I just need some time off.

Krystal: Huh. Yeah, must be exhausting being you. No, I came here to update you on the annulment, so you can just shift your sex-filled mind into neutral and quit picturing me naked and whispering your name. I am a woman of my word. Got the annulment papers in motion.

Tad: You filed them?

Krystal: Yep, they are in the hands of the U.S. Postal Service, so you and I can keep our little secret.

Tad: Deal, because I am a man of my word.

Krystal: Mm-hmm. Except when those words describe the joys of celibacy. But, hey, you know, if a little layoff will help you figure out your life, then, good luck, Thaddeus.

Tad: I'm not letting you go anywhere.

Erica: You were right. The storm is passing. Thank you for taking such good care of me.

Jack: Hey. That was my pleasure. You know, even if we can't turn back the hands of time, we can get back everything we had before it all hit the fan. I just think this family needs to heal. Bianca, Kendall, Reggie, even Greenlee -- they all sustained such damage from the trial and Greenlee's attack and Bianca's confession.

Erica: No, I just -- I just can't deal with that right now.

Jack: Well, not alone. But together, with some help, we'll figure it out.

Erica: Yeah.

Jack: I had a thought. How about if I find the best therapist in this area? Now, I'm sure everybody will go with whomever you select.

Erica: Therapy might be the answer for Kendall and Bianca. I'm certainly all for anything that will rip them out of this fantasy life that they've created for themselves.

Jack: Yeah, well, I think maybe we could all use a dose of reality. And once we get everybody in one room, there's no escaping it then, is there? I do think therapy would give us all a fresh perspective.

Erica: Kendall and Bianca could use one.

Jack: They'll come to understand your point of view while learning better how to help you, and maybe you'll get some insight into your drinking.

Erica: Excuse me. What did you just say? I have had a few glasses of wine. My God, Jack, you make it sound like I'm chugging your after-shave. Why can't you just accept this is nothing like my -- my pill addiction?

Jack: Because I'm scared. I'm scared for you.

Erica: Well, that is a ridiculous waste of energy.

Jack: Ok, how about we try some honesty?

Erica: That would be refreshing.

Jack: According to Tom, even a few glasses of wine to somebody with your history is a warning sign.

Erica: Tom? Tom Cudahy?

Jack: Yes.

Erica: You went to one of my ex-husbands who still bears heaven-knows-what grudges to discuss me? And Tom Cudahy is an ex-alcoholic! I mean, he thinks serving wine at communion is a threat to the entire congregation.

Jack: No, Tom is a recovering alcoholic. There's nothing "ex" about it, Erica.

Erica: Yeah, please, I know all the program jargon backwards and forwards. First, you go to Opal to play prohibition cop, and then you go to my ex-husband Tom Cudahy? I mean, hey, why don't you just take an ad out in the papers? Why don't you just announce to the whole world that I'm a raging drunk?

Jack: No, no, no, I do not think that you're an alcoholic.

Erica: You're damn right I'm not! But you seem hellbent on convincing the entire town that I am!

Jack: No, your drinking is not out of control, Erica -- not yet. And I went to Tom and spoke to him because I knew he would keep quiet about this, because he cares about you, he cares about both of us.

Erica: Well, do me a favor -- why don't you go someplace else and care about me, and take this with you. Because I've had it up to here with your accusations and your insults!

Jack: I'm not going anywhere until we have this out.

[Greenlee screams]

Ryan: Ah.

Greenlee: Oh. What do you have in there?

Ryan: Well, check it out.

Greenlee: Oh. Nice work, Santa! You can come down my chimney anytime. You know what I mean.

Ryan: So you impressed?

Greenlee: Yeah, I mean, how much did all this cost? Did you blow our little adventure money?

Ryan: No, I got the lady at the office to unlock the vending machine because I said the ice cream was going to melt. I offered to take it off of her hands.

Greenlee: Ice cream? That'll keep me warm.

Ryan: Yeah. Can you throw me a candle, please? You can have the chips and the candy. I will take the ice cream.

Greenlee: No sacrifice too great, huh?

Ryan: Right. All right. Get some candles in here.

Greenlee: Yeah, well, go easy on those. You know, this place is much better in the dark.

Ryan: You know, you're taking this awfully well, Greenlee.

Greenlee: Yeah, well, I'm up for adventure, remember? Besides, this is like a room in a kitsch museum. It's like a throwback to a 1970s no-tell motel. You know, look at the vibrating bed. "Quiver your way to new heights of pleasure."

Ryan: Hey, I'm game if you are. I mean, like, I would love to see that.

Greenlee: Right. If the power was on.

Ryan: Yeah, like, if we had juice, I mean, we could do it. I mean, we could -- we could try -- separately.

Greenlee: Mm-hmm.

Ryan: Chip?

Greenlee: No, you know, I'm beat, so I'm going to go to bed.

Ryan: Ok. Me, too. I'm beat, too. You can have the bed.

Greenlee: No, no, no, I can't.

Ryan: What? Of course you can. Between the chair and the couch, we'll be fine.

Greenlee: Yeah, people have been electrocuted in more comfortable chairs. We can share the bed.

Ryan: No, I'm totally -- I'm completely and totally --

Greenlee: Come on.

Tad: Don't you ever listen to the news? That's not just some passing storm out there, ok? This sucker's got five states hunkered down for the duration.

[Radio plays]

Radio Announcer: We have a severe storm advisory throughout Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Delaware, and Maryland. Fallen trees have downed power lines throughout the state, blocking many routes and highways. Flash-flood warnings are in effect. State authorities request that you do not leave your homes unless it is an emergency. Do not go outside --

[Radio stops]

Krystal: Looks like I'm stuck.

Tad: Yeah, it does. Think you can stand the drama? I'm thinking maybe you should "shift your sex-filled mind into neutral and stop trying to imagine me naked, whispering your name."

Krystal: Where's the TV remote?

Tad: Won't do you any good. Cable's out.

Krystal: Oh, come on, now, that stupid radio announcer didn't say anything about this being a natural disaster.

Tad: Wow, life must be tough in the trailer park. You mean to say you can't get through an evening without television?

Krystal: When other pastimes are out of the question, it has been known to fill an evening.

Tad: Oh, come on. We're grown adults. We ought to be able to occupy ourselves.

Krystal: Ok. All right. And since this is your place, you can choose the activity.

Tad: You mean it? I say it, you do it?

Krystal: Just keep me entertained.

Babe: This place isn't so bad. I mean, well, there's no TV, but -- well, I'll just run to the car and I'll get the portable as soon as the storm lets up.

Bianca: But we have to call home first.

Babe: Right. That's a good idea. J.R.'s going to want to know where we are. Do you know where we are?

Bianca: No, not really, but at least we can tell him that we're safe.

Babe: Not with my phone we aren't. The battery's dead. There is not one single bar.

Bianca: All right, that's fine. I'll -- Babe, I left my purse in the car.

Babe: Well, that's not a problem.

Bianca: No, no, no, don't go out there again! Babe --

Babe: Bianca, I'm not sugar, I'm not going to melt.

[Wind howls]

Babe: Oh, my God. Bianca! Just hold on to something!

Bianca: What is this?

Babe: I don't know!

Bianca: What's going on? Oh, God!

Babe: Bianca!

Erica: You can't hold me prisoner in my own apartment.

Jack: I need you to take this seriously, Erica.

Erica: Oh, I do. I can count the number of drinks I've had. But, of course, you already know how many drinks I've had because your spies get back to you every time I'm within 20 feet of a bottle of Chardonnay.

Jack: There are no spies, Erica. There are only friends who are trying to help you.

Erica: At your instigation.

Jack: Myrtle and Opal are scared to death. You're right, they're scared. They're scared you're going to throw away years and years of sobriety!

Erica: I was not some common drunk!

Jack: No. No, you were a very uncommon, very spectacular pill-popper.

Erica: I do not have a problem.

Jack: And doesn't your overreaction tell you anything?

Erica: My overreaction? No, I'm sorry, you know. I'm just not used to being treated like this. Would you like to check my purse? Why don't you do that? You won't find a flask in there, but go ahead, just go ahead! Dump it out! Go ahead!

Jack: Tom says you'll be able to maintain for a while.

Erica: Oh. Hmm.

Jack: You'll be able to pretend you're in control, even feel in control. But then you'll lose control, Erica, and the booze will pull you down!

Erica: You have crossed the line, Jack. All your talk -- all your talk about how we'll get through everything that Kendall and Bianca did and how we'll be stronger and we'll be better and the worst is over! And then you hit me with this obsession of yours, your desire to make me some sort of a dependent addict? What the hell do you want from me?

Jack: I need to understand what the hell is happening to you.

Erica: Well, you already should. I met someone the other day, a complete stranger, and he understood me. He understood me better than you or better than anyone in my family.

Bianca: What is this? Is this like an avalanche?

Babe: Or the end of the world! Just hold on!

Bianca: Oh, my God.

Babe: I think it's over.

Bianca: What was that, Babe?

Babe: I thought we were dead or something.

Bianca: I'm not 100% sure we're not.

Babe: Bianca, when I opened that door, it was like this huge wall of water 30 feet away.

Bianca: From the river?

Babe: I don't know. It was like what it would look like in the movies when you see, like, a dam break or something, something like that.

Bianca: I guess it was, like, a flash flood.

Babe: Now that my life has passed before my eyes, I definitely want to talk to J.R.

Bianca: All right, well, don't worry, I know that my phone is charged because it's been off since this morning.

Babe: All right, let's just see who we can reach.

Bianca: Whoa! Oh, my God. There's water everywhere!

Babe: It's like a logjam out here!

Bianca: Oh, my God, the ro-- the road is completely washed over!

Babe: Oh, my God. Bianca?

Bianca: What? What is it?

Babe: The car's gone! It's completely washed away!

J.R.: I'm not joking around here, Babe. If I don't hear from you soon, I'm going to come looking for you guys. Call me, would you?

Kendall: We can take both of our cars.

J.R.: Yeah, yeah, maybe we can go looking for them at the places they like to go, like B.J.'s, the serving spoon, the cafe, and the Valley Inn. That would be --

Kendall: You're a lot more worried than you're letting on.

J.R.: I trust that Babe can handle all this. It's the rain that's making me crazy! I --

Kendall: No, no, J.R., the thought that something could have happened to Babe is making you crazy.

J.R.: No. Nothing happened to her.

Kendall: Why, because you two are in it for the long haul?

J.R.: You're damn right. We patched things up, we're staying patched.

Kendall: So Babe begged you to forgive her for messing around with Jamie?

J.R.: Yeah, I mean -- there's a lot more to it than that, and we're cool now.

Kendall: She betrayed you, and you just let it go? I don't know how you can do that. You're better than me. I could never do that. Don't you still think about it?

J.R.: Well, yeah. Yeah, of course I think about it. I love Babe, and we're getting ready to start a family. That's what I should be concentrating on right now.

Kendall: I couldn't do it. I couldn't believe that they wouldn't betray me again.

J.R.: You know, this woman once told me it's not important what you believe in, but what is important is what you want.

[Ryan and Greenlee are keeping each other warm in bed]

Ryan: Well, you have to understand this girl was from a very, very small town. She hadn't traveled the world very much, so she thought this guy's cooking was very exotic. I mean, he was from Montréal. A big city, you know, where they speak French?

Greenlee: Yeah.

Ryan: Anyway -- so she sits, she looks down at her food, and she says, "What are these things?" He says, "frog legs."

Greenlee: This is gross. It's going to be gross.

Ryan: "Dig in, they're delicious," he says, as he sucks the marrow out of the bones.

Greenlee: Marrow from frogs' legs? What were they really?

Ryan: Well, that's what she was wondering. So she's looking down and she's moving everything around a little bit, and then she sees this gold, shiny ring.

Greenlee: They're fingers?

Ryan: She could swear that she saw one bidding her to come and eat because she's very, very hungry.

Greenlee: Did she tell the guy that she found a ring?

Ryan: Well, he says that he was thrilled that she found it because it must have slipped off while he was cooking.

Greenlee: Liar.

Ryan: As she handed it back to him, casually she glanced inside and she saw the initials that were engraved there. Do you know what it was? "B.S.!"

Greenlee: Oh!

Ryan: Like the rest of the story!

Greenlee: Ryan!

Ryan: Ha, ha, ha!

Greenlee: I'm going to kill you!

Ryan: No! Don't, don't!

Greenlee: Creep!

Ryan: Don't! Stop tickling me!

Greenlee: It's a good thing we're so close -- friends. Otherwise, this would be incredibly awkward.

Ryan: Oh, yeah, you're absolutely right. I mean, you know, because if --

Greenlee: Yeah, if we acted on -- well, I wouldn't call it an urge --

Ryan: You wouldn't?

Greenlee: Would you?

Ryan: No, no, I'd probably call it more like a biological-impulse moment.

Greenlee: Yeah. I am so done acting on impulse.

Ryan: Well, that's good to hear.

Greenlee: I'm staying out of trouble from here on in.

Ryan: Well, yeah, because, I mean, we both know that sex can really ruin a friendship.

Greenlee: Yeah, and we're getting along so well. You know, any two people who can turn staying at a "Bates by the hour" hell motel into a good time, they've got something special.

Ryan: Well, it's a miracle, you know, that we both were on the same page since -- well, you know, since this all happened. No big arguments, no childish temper tantrums.

Greenlee: I know you're not suggesting that I would throw a tantrum.

Ryan: You? No.

Greenlee: This is so perfect, you know, the idea of ruining it with sex --

Ryan: Is -- is unthinkable.

Greenlee: Yeah. And if we decide to stay on our trip to nowhere, you know, why -- we wouldn't want to confuse matters with sex. Would we?

Ryan: We do? No.

Adam: A ray of sunshine in the storm?

Liza: Hmm. Now you're plying me with drink to get me to do your dirty work.

Adam: If you won't do this for me, could you possibly find it in your heart to help J.R.?

Liza: J.R. loves his wife, Adam.

Adam: J.R. loves a lie. That mall rat is completely unworthy of him.

Liza: You know, the only sin that Babe is guilty of is tarting up Colby. Both of them are partners in fashion crime.

Adam: We don't know what Babe's secret is. We don't know. Colby may not be safe with her.

Liza: I don't agree with Babe's taste, or lack thereof, but I think she's a sweet girl. So you're on your own with this one, Adam.

Adam: Don't forget -- if Babe goes, her mother goes, too. And with the campaign that Krystal is mounting to land Tad, that must be a thorn in your side.

Liza: Sorry, Adam. As far as Tad's concerned, Krystal is out of the picture.

Tad: You lying, thieving, sneaking cheat. I'm going to strip you of everything you got.

Krystal: Big talk, loser.

Tad: You just brace yourself, because it's coming.

Krystal: Oh, bring it on! Bring it on!

Tad: [Southern accent] I'm going to bring it on in. You just got yourself a whole barrel full of beginner's luck.

Krystal: Are you kidding?

Tad: [Normal voice] No.

Krystal: This is strategy, baby! I am rich, I'm sitting on an empire, and you are mortgaged up the yin-yang --

Tad: Oh --

Krystal: And headed for the poorhouse. Yes! Pay up, pay up! Whoo-hoo! How's that for a kick in the assets?

Tad: I don't care. You may break my bank account, but you will never break my spirit because -- [Southern accent] I own Valley Inn, see, right there. [Normal voice] And what are you going to do, huh, when you land on my newly renovated Chandler Enterprises, huh, or Cortlandt Electronics?

Krystal: Oh, yeah? And which one of those are you going to hock when you land on my newly renovated Front Street, hmm? Face it, Mr. Martin, I got you trumped bigtime, and I mean in The Donald kind of way, not the cards way.

Tad: Well, maybe we should raise the stakes. You ever played Strip Monopoly?

Krystal: Thanks for caring about me and not sending me out in that weather.

Tad: Wasn't a problem.

[Computer beeps]

Tad: Hang on.

Tad: It's from J.R.

Krystal: What's the matter? Is he ok?

Tad: Yeah, he says something's wrong with the phones. He can't get through.

Krystal: What?

Tad: He can't find Babe.

Krystal: What do you mean he can't -- what? What? She's missing?

Tad: Well, he says that she and Bianca went out for some kind of drive.

Krystal: What?

Tad: Yeah.

Krystal: What, in this rain? Are you --

Tad: Where you going, Krystal?

Krystal: I've got to find my little girl!

Tad: No, you can't help them!

Krystal: What are you talking about? I got to go find her!

Tad: If you go out there, all you're going to do is wrap your car around a tree!

Krystal: That man said not to leave the house unless there's an emergency. My little girl is missing. There's no emergency bigger than that.

Tad: Krystal -- Krystal �

Bianca: We are really lucky that this cabin is even still standing. I mean, trees were snapped in half out there.

Babe: Yeah, my car was just taken away like it was some toy or something.

Bianca: Guess we're going to be here for a while.

Babe: Ugh. Unless Noah comes by and we can hitch a ride on his ark back to Pine Valley.

Bianca: What?

Babe: Nothing. I just -- I was thinking about all the places that my car could land up. Imagine if it, like, landed in somebody's yard, right? You'd just pull back the top and throw some topsoil in it. I mean, it would make a pretty good planter.

Bianca: Babe, you got a great outlook.

Babe: It's just a car. I mean, heck, it's a thing. The important thing is that we're safe and we're dry. And we are going to have a banquet!

Bianca: Ah! What is the chef preparing tonight?

Babe: Ahem. My dear, we are going to be having my favorites -- some lima beans, followed by some cream of mushroom soup, chicken noodle soup, and sliced peaches.

Bianca: Not all at once, please.

Babe: I could make, like, three casseroles out of all this. Honestly, we could be a lot worse off. I mean, we've got a lot of dry wood and plenty of food, and when it comes to water, you just stick your cup out the window and there you go. Girlfriend, we are set!

Bianca: Oh, my God. Oh, no.

Jack: I am desperately trying to understand you, Erica, but you will not be honest with me.

Erica: You don't want to hear the truth.

Jack: I would love to hear the truth! But you duck me every chance you get, you avoid the issues! Now, will you please, please tell me what you're really feeling so that we can finally deal with this?

Erica: All right. I feel betrayed. I feel deeply betrayed. Everyone I loved, everyone I was closest to in the whole world banded together to shut me out. You lied in bed with me at night and you kept Bianca's secret. I spilled my soul to you, and you lied to me. You and Kendall and Bianca. And don't tell me that you were trying to protect me, because you were just protecting yourselves because you didn't want to face the truth of what you were doing, which is to help Bianca make the worst decision of her entire life. So you banded together and you shut me out and you kept me from my daughter when she needed me most! She needed someone to tell her straight what she was signing on for, but instead she had you and Kendall and David pressuring her and convincing her that it was good for her to keep her rapist's baby, that that would be the best thing for her, in her best possible interest! Well, you know what -- it's not! It's going to bring Bianca misery! And you know that deep down in your soul! You know that you're wrong! And you don't want to face that and you are hellbent on being right about something, so you have concocted this alcohol problem so you can be right, and I am wrong!

Jack: Ok. So that's how you really feel. But I must tell you, that is not the way it was.

Erica: No, please, I am not going to listen to any more of this. I don't want to hear your justifications and your explanations and your excuses! I am done! I'm finished. Here! Now you don't have to worry about how to handle me. This disgusting, pill-popping, wine-swilling addict is out of your life. You're free.

[Erica returns Jack�s engagement ring]

Erica: Take it!

Jack: Don't do this, Erica.

Erica: I don't want it, and I don't want you!

Jack: You love me, and I love you. Don't do this.

Erica: You don't love me! Maybe you did once, but not anymore. This proposal -- this was nothing but a diversion to keep me from -- from knowing what you and Kendall and Bianca were plotting!

Jack: I proposed to you because we belong together.

Erica: No, you proposed to me to cushion the blow, didn't you, because the betrayal wouldn't be so devastating if I had a wedding to plan. Well, happily, I no longer need the diversion -- or you!

[Door slams]


Ryan: Hey, Greenlee?

Greenlee: Yeah?

Ryan: Good night.

Greenlee: Good night.

J.R.: Have you heard anything at all from Ryan yet?

Kendall: No. No, I don't really want to talk about him right now. I have a lot more to worry about.

[Door slams]

Krystal: You still haven't heard from Babe?

J.R.: Not yet.

Krystal: We've looked everywhere, all the streets, alleyways all the way from Tad's place to here.

Tad: No sign of her car.

Kendall: Well, Babe and Bianca are both smart girls. They know to come in out of the rain.

Krystal: I just have a nagging feeling about this.

Tad: Easy, take it easy. There's no reason to go there just yet, all right?

Adam: Krystal seems to be very much a part of this picture. Sure you don't me to make the Carey women disappear?

Babe: Oh, wait. This isn't you remembering you're allergic to chicken soup or peaches, is it?

Bianca: I wish --

Babe: A mouse. A mouse! You saw a mouse or a snake?

Bianca: I wish I didn't have to tell you this right now, Babe.

Babe: I can take it. But, Bianca, you're really starting to freak me out.

Bianca: I think that my water just broke.

Babe: Maybe you're wrong. Maybe -- maybe it's just --

Bianca: No, I'm not wrong, Babe. My water just broke. You know what this means. This means that my baby is coming now.

>> On the next "All My Children" --

Maddie: Daddy, Daddy, help!

Edmund: Maddie? Sam? Are you ok?

Adam: My grandchild could be in danger?

J.R.: Your grandchild and my wife.

Bianca: I want this baby out of me right now!

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