All My Children Transcript Tuesday 12/21/04
Proofread by Gisele
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Kelly: I have to try and leave here without my baby. No matter how hard I want him to be mine, he's not.
Babe: I'm going to try to be as good of a mama to him as you were. Good luck, Kelly.
Kelly: You, too.
J.R.: I hope I'm not breaking in on something.
Erica: Oh, no, of course not.
J.R.: Has she woken up yet?
Jack: No, no, not yet.
Erica: No, there's no change. There hasn't been any change.
J.R.: We've met, haven't we? J.R. Chandler.
Jack: This is Judge Lampert. You probably remember her from presiding over Kendall's trial.
J.R.: Right. Right. That's where I've seen you.
Jack: Yeah, she heard about Bianca.
Judge Lampert: Yes, it's such a tragic accident.
J.R.: Especially because she's gone through so much. Well, I guess I'll get going. It's nice to officially meet you.
Judge Lampert: And you.
Erica: J.R. -- J.R., wait. I'm sorry. You caught us at a rather emotional time. The flowers are gorgeous.
J.R.: I just want to make sure that she sees them first thing when she wakes up -- right after your smiling face.
Erica: We're so grateful to you for your thoughtfulness and for your friendship. And I'm very, very sorry. I can't apologize enough for even thinking that you had anything to do with that accident on the balcony.
J.R.: No, it's all right. I love Bianca.
Erica: And she loves you. We owe you so much.
Autumn: Ho, ho, ho.
Chantal, China, and Autumn: Ho, ho, ho!
Autumn: What are you doing, Lily? Going to take the boat out on the lake, row real fast and jump in and water ski?
Lily: That's not possible. Anyway, they don't allow people to take boats out in the winter.
China: So you do know what season it is?
Autumn: Duh! Lily's incredibly smart about some things.
Lily: I want to read.
Autumn: What's the book, Lily?
Lily: "The Masterful Murderer." It's part of the Dack Masters series.
Autumn: Oh. Well, I've got a mystery for you. It's about a girl who betrays her friends and gets one of them into real bad trouble with her parents. I mean, like, suspending her charge cards privileges bad.
Lily: I don't know that one. Is it good?
Autumn: Well, it depends on who you're rooting for.
Lily: Is it part of a series?
Autumn: No. The way this one ends, there couldn't be a sequel.
Jonathan: Did anybody call for me?
Maggie: The phone is still unplugged. Thanks for that, by the way. Really, you don't need it. Ugh. Wait. No. Ugh! No, it's gone, it's gone! Oh, that was -- it was the -- my thought -- it was at the perfect segue into my next paragraph.
Jonathan: Ok, here.
Jonathan: Well, this banana protein smoothie will probably help, so --
Maggie: No, no, wait. How could -- God, how could I be so completely dense and stupid?
Jonathan: Hey, hey, hey --
Maggie: I mean, I seriously have a leak in my brain.
Jonathan: It's only a sentence.
Maggie: Well, I thought that this paper wasn't due until after Christmas -- after. I love you. I love you so much, and I love that you're living here, but I really cannot use the distractions right now.
Jonathan: Oh, so no TV, no radio --
Maggie: No! No, no, no. No.
Jonathan: Well, what's the topic? Maybe I can help you.
Maggie: Good idea. You talk, I'll type.
Jonathan: All right.
Maggie: "Mitochondrial DNA, glycolysis, and the Krebs Cycle." Go.
Jonathan: Ok, right. Ok, yeah. You have my sympathy. Sorry.
Maggie: You don't understand. This is worth half my grade! Ugh! Ok. Breathe. I can do this. I can do this, I can do this. Calm down. Oh. You know what? I still have -- I still have those tapes from Dr. Reynolds' class. If I can just -- wait. Those will help. Those will really, really help. If I can find them. Because nothing is where it should be!
[Knock on door]
Reggie: Hey. Is Maggie around?
Jonathan: Afraid not.
Reggie: Well, do you know where she is? It's kind of important. It's about Bianca.
Jonathan: No, sorry.
Reggie: Well, is your phone unplugged or something?
Jonathan: I don't know. I'll have to check. I was sort of busy right now, sorry. So I'm going to get back --
Reggie: Wait, wait, wait -- if Maggie hasn't been by the hospital, does she even know Bianca's there?
Jonathan: Well, with all the media coverage, I'm sure she has to know. But she's got this massive deadline for school right now. She's probably down at the library.
Reggie: Library -- but not even a phone call, man.
Jonathan: What can I tell you? I don't know. But as soon as she surfaces, I'll tell her that you're -- you're worried and everything.
Reggie: Yeah, I know, but --
Jonathan: I'll get back to you on that.
Maggie: I found them! I found them. Thank God, I found them. Was somebody at the door?
Jonathan: Yeah, but you don't want a subscription to "The Bulletin," do you?
Jonathan: That's what I told the man.
Maggie: Thank you.
Jonathan: You're welcome.
Babe: Could Bianca die?
Jamie: I couldn't get much information. She's hanging on.
Babe: She doesn't even have Miranda back? She doesn't even have her little girl?
Jamie: Hey, Babe, the reason I didn't tell you before is because there was nothing you could do about it.
Babe: What if J.R. had tried to kill her, Jamie? Miranda -- we've got to -- we got to get her out of there --
Jamie: No, no.
Babe: Away from him.
Jamie: Hey, my dad's on the case. And so is your mom and Hayward. Do you think they're going to let J.R. keep Miranda?
Babe: No. Never.
Jamie: Then we have to let them handle it, or J.R. could find out about James and end up with him.
Babe: I know, and I would absolutely die before I would let that happen. But Bianca -- can't we find out if she's ok or --
Jamie: Hey, hey -- I called the hospital, said I was a reporter and that my paper wanted an update on her condition. There's no change. Babe, do you get why I didn't tell you right away?
Babe: I wouldn't have been able to stay away. And I would have put James in the line of fire.
Jamie: It used to be so easy to know what to do and know what's right. Now it's --
Babe: It's much harder. At least, it would be without you here. I'm the one that got you into all this.
Jamie: I'm right where I want to be.
Babe: I just -- I just wish I -- I wish Bianca had someone like you.
Nurse: I'm sorry, they're not permitted in the ICU.
Jack: Oh, I'll tell you what -- why don't you give those flowers to somebody who will enjoy them, then, huh?
Nurse: I know just the lady.
Jack: Good. Here, I'll get the door for you.
Sharon: Ma'am? Your honor.
Judge Lampert: Lead the way to the lab. Erica, the baby is being brought there?
Erica: Oh, yes. Miranda will be there. J.R.'s father is bringing her.
Adam: Nice and warm and toasty. You know, I've kind of gotten used to you, young lady. In fact, I'm rather fond of you. Maybe they're all wrong. All wrong. We'll have a lifetime to get to know each other better. Unless, well, of course, you are Bianca's baby and -- well, we'll just have to deal with that when we come to it, won't we?
Adam: Hmm. I have to know the truth. Like it or not. Ok, here we go. Here we go, here we go. Ready?
J.R.: Where do you think you're going?
Anita: Oh, what a dream. That's not cafeteria coffee.
Aidan: You're knackered.
Anita: "Knackered" better mean "gorgeous." And this better be for me.
Aidan: Well, "knackered" means "exhausted." Cream-crackered.
Anita: Unless it's edible and goes with coffee, I don't care.
Aidan: Well, I can give you the 411 on rhyming slang over lunch.
Anita: You brought me lunch?
Aidan: You've been cooped up in here for the last 24 hours. Deprived of sunlight. Remember the sun?
Anita: I don't want to leave Bianca.
Aidan: How is she doing?
Anita: There's no change.
Aidan: Well, then it's settled. Come on.
Anita: No, Aidan, I can't leave.
Aidan: Look, we've both got beepers. They can page us if Bianca's condition changes. I've already taken care of it.
Anita: All right. Well, I can't deal with a restaurant right now.
Aidan: We won't go to a restaurant. We'll be outside. Sunlight, remember? The hamper's in the car.
Anita: "Hamper" as in "picnic"?
Aidan: Why are you resisting this?
Anita: Hey, I didn't finish that!
Aidan: I've got chocolate-dipped brownies for dessert.
Anita: Are you parked out front or in the lot?
Babe: Bianca has to be all right. She has to wake up and she has to get Miranda back.
Jamie: Hey, my dad swore he'd make it happen. He'll get Miranda back where she belongs.
Babe: I hope.
Jamie: If anybody can do it, it's my dad.
Babe: When I first found out that I had Bianca's baby, I -- I should have just put Miranda back where she belonged. Jamie, Bianca was my best friend, and --
Jamie: Babe, I'm not going to let you go back there. Ok? It's over, it's done. We have to focus on James.
Babe: Yeah, but if there's something that we can do for her --
Jamie: She's going to come to. And then Bianca and my dad'll take care of J.R. Does our tree look a little dry to you? You know, we'd probably better give it a drink before more needles fall off.
Babe: Yeah. Guess we can't let James have his first Christmas with a bald tree.
Jamie: Well, we said we'd make this Christmas special for James. What else besides powdered-sugar snowball fights?
Babe: For the first time, I haven't a clue.
Jamie: You know, Christmas is my all-time favorite holiday, too. And not just because of the loot. I mean, it's -- I don't know -- there's just something about it. There was this one year I got to spend Christmas in Pigeon Hollow with Tad and Dixie and J.R., when we were just little kids. And Tad and Dixie were so in love. And J.R. and I spent more time making barfing noises than actually singing Christmas carols.
Babe: You brats.
Jamie: Yeah, it was great. J.R. and I were best friends. United against grossed-out kisses and the rest of the world.
Babe: What'd you get for Christmas that year?
Jamie: Presents? I honestly don't even remember. I remember on Christmas Eve, we went to this old lady's house that Dixie had known her whole life. She gave us spiced cider and we played these games that her grandmother had taught her. Sounds kind of boring, huh?
Babe: No, I love that kind of stuff.
Jamie: It was a pig-dog. Can't believe I didn't remember that. It was my favorite gift that year.
Babe: Wait, what is a pig-dog?
Jamie: Well, we decided to make old-fashioned gifts for Christmas that year. And my dad tried to whittle. Only he nearly cut his thumb off. So he didn't finish mine.
Babe: That's got to hurt. So what was it really supposed to be?
Jamie: You know, nobody knows, and my dad wouldn't tell us, so we decided to take guesses. And I think we decided it used to be a horse, but it looked more like a cross between a pig and a dog.
Babe: Do you think you still have it?
Jamie: It's probably at my mom's in a box someplace.
Babe: Sounds like a great Christmas.
Jamie: Yeah, it was, because we were all together and everybody was happy.
Babe: Yeah. That's the best gifts you can give a child. Love and happiness.
J.R.: I'll come with you.
Adam: No, no, no. I mean, you can't.
J.R.: Why? You're just going for a walk.
Adam: Oh, well, all right. You caught me, I lied. We're going to see Santa. Stuart�s playing Santa at Brooke's homeless shelter.
J.R.: Well, you haven't spoken to Uncle Stuart since before Thanksgiving.
Adam: Oh, I know, I know. I can't stay mad at Stuart. And Tad tricked him into cooperating.
J.R.: Huh. Sure about that?
Adam: Oh, sure. Stuart�s a little gullible. I want Bess -- I want Bess' first Christmas to be a joyous holiday, unlike her first Thanksgiving.
J.R.: Well, so, great. I'll make it up with Uncle Stuart, too.
Adam: No, no -- let me settle my differences with him first. On neutral territory -- with my secret, irresistible weapon.
J.R.: Well, she certainly is amazing.
Adam: We'll pave the way for you, son. I'm thinking of you, too.
J.R.: Thank you. Let's just hope it works.
Adam: Ok, little one. Here we go.
J.R.: Bye, Bess.
Adam: God help us all.
Lily: I want to read.
Autumn: And I want to charge a new pair of boots, but my parents revoked my charge privileges.
Lily: I'm sorry.
Autumn: We talked to you, Lily, in public.
China: We were seen with you around school.
Chantal: We almost treated you like a friend.
Lily: I can't be your friend. You aren't nice to my brother.
Autumn: Your brother got me in big trouble with my parents. My mother went ballistic over that stupid car.
China: Thanks to you, Autumn's a celebrity hitchhiker.
Autumn: I have to depend on all my friends for rides.
Chantal: She's practically a freak.
China: And you know what that's like.
Autumn: But here's the thing. It's Christmas, time of joy and forgiveness -- and all that junk.
China: And it's better to give than to receive.
Autumn: Yeah. So, we brought you something. Chantal?
Chantal: I started a song for you, Lily.
Lily: You did?
Chantal: [Sung to the tune of "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer"] "Lily the Math-smart reject." That's as far as I got. Sorry!
Lily: I have autism spectrum disorder.
Autumn: Oh, we all have quirks, Lily.
China: Even us.
Chantal: Yeah, sometimes we like to dress alike.
Autumn: Like now. Red alert, Lily.
China: Oh, she's upset.
Chantal: Well, sure because she wants to be like us. You know, to dress like us.
Autumn: But her outfit's so drab. China?
China: I got it covered.
Babe: Every morning, I would wake up and there'd be a stack of envelopes waiting for me under the tree.
Jamie: Like Christmas cards?
Babe: No, they were more like Christmas promises.
Jamie: So you didn't get any gifts?
Babe: Well, they would turn into gifts as the year went on. You know, that's one of the reasons that I didn't know that I was poor -- except till that snotty-nosed brat -- Melissa Berryhill -- she's the one that broke the news to me that I was poor. Mama made everything into a game.
Jamie: Well, so, what was in the envelopes?
Babe: Well, there'd be different things. Like, she'd write things like "new dress" or a "pony" or whatever. And then -- well, thank you. And she'd do it all fancy and she'd do it with her glittery nail polish. And then -- and then somehow, between that Christmas and the next Christmas, I'd end up racking them all up.
Jamie: Hmm. Well, a dress, I can see. But a pony -- that's kind of a stretch. I don't --
Babe: There was a riding stable close by. And then one day, Mama went to the riding stable. And then, somehow, I had a pony.
Jamie: Well, how did Krystal swing that?
Babe: Oh, I don't know. To me, it's like I was taking care of my pet. His name was Shortcake. And I was able to brush his mane and braid it and clean out his stable and ride him and exercise him. You know what? Come to think of it, I got free riding lessons out of it. Well, technically, he did belong to the stable, but --
Jamie: But when you found out he wasn't really yours --
Babe: Excuse you -- he was mine -- in all the ways that mattered. I got to love him and -- and care for him and spoil him.
Jamie: You know what? Get out your glitter nail polish. What do you want to promise James this year? And, you know, hey, we can make some for Bianca and Miranda, too.
Babe: Are you trying to break it to me that you are crafty?
Jamie: Not crafty enough to deliver a pony, but I'm crafty.
Babe: No, I'm talking, like, crafty as in, like -- like scissors and glue and -- and glitter crafty.
Jamie: Well, I am quite famous for building my mother candlestick holders out of ketchup bottle tops and sticks.
Jamie: Yeah. So what did you have in mind?
Jonathan: How much longer do you have to spend on this?
Maggie: Three or four more hours if you keep your hands to yourself.
Jonathan: Oh, I've got better things to do.
Maggie: Yeah, since when?
Jonathan: Since it's too cold to ski in the nude.
Maggie: Excuse me?
Jonathan: I'll pack the car. Let's go skiing.
Maggie: You're kidding.
Jonathan: What? You don't want to be in the mountains for Christmas? Skiing all day, by the fire all night?
Maggie: Oh, when you put it that way, we could even conduct some private biological research.
Jonathan: Stop goofing off.
Jonathan: Type, type, type, type. I'm going to pack.
Maggie: Now, here --
[Knock on door]
Reggie: Have you been hiding from me or something?
Maggie: What do you want, Reggie?
Reggie: I mean, I checked the library. Then your friend told me you were up here. I mean, what --
Maggie: Yes, I'm up against it, and it's really serious.
Reggie: What's with you?
Maggie: I have a term paper, and it's due really, really shortly, so I can't play right now, ok? I'm sorry.
Reggie: You don't give a damn, do you?
Maggie: About what?
Reggie: Bianca. Who else?
Judge Lampert: Perhaps Mr. Chandler changed his mind.
Erica: Oh, no. No. Adam wants to find out. He knows we have to do this.
Jack: Yeah, but, honey, if J.R. found out --
Erica: Oh --
Jack: Adam. I'm very glad to see you. I believe you know Judge Lampert. We've asked her to be our impartial --
Erica: And official witness to the test.
Jack: We assume that's all right with you.
Adam: No, it's not all right with me. I don't like anything about this.
Erica: Well, the sooner we get started, then --
Adam: No, stay -- stay away from her.
Babe: So I was thinking I'm going to make these little books on the cards and -- and that'll represent them.
Jamie: And I'll make baseball cards. Actually, I have a different idea.
Babe: That doesn't really look like a baseball card.
Jamie: Well, Miss McLaughlin, fourth grade. She taught us how to make these snowflake chains.
Babe: They sound beautiful.
Jamie: So was Miss McLaughlin and that's why I think I never forgot how to make these.
Babe: So when do I get to see them?
Jamie: She was so hot. I just remember, like, sitting in the back row with --
Jamie: Oh, yeah, right.
Jamie: Sorry. All right -- almost. And then, you just unfold it and behold.
Babe: Or -- a snowflower.
Jamie: Well, they're supposed --
Babe: Snow shower thing.
Jamie: They're supposed to stick together.
Babe: It's ok. I'm sure it'll come back to you.
Jamie: I got to go.
Babe: I'm sorry that I laughed at you.
Jamie: No, no, no, no, no. It's ok. These snowflakes will get better as I go along. I just got to go somewhere.
Babe: Where are you going? What do you have to do?
Jamie: Well, it's a surprise there, nosy.
Babe: Well, fine, then, Mr. Claus. I can come up with a surprise or two of my own. "My Christmas wish for you, Jamie, is --"
[While wrapping Christmas presents, J.R. talks to one of the stuffed animals]
J.R.: Oh, yes. Bess is going to love you. I'm going to make sure her first Christmas is perfect.
Adam: She's not yours yet.
Erica: I didn't mean to imply that I --
Adam: And I am betting she never will be. Who with half a mind would trust the ravings of Babe Carey? That little tramp.
Jack: Adam, we only want what's best for this child.
Adam: Oh, save it, Jackson. We all know whose side you're on.
Erica: Well, of course I want Bianca to have her baby back, if this little angel is really her baby.
Adam: I am just so sick of this! I want it to be over, once and for all. That's the only reason I'm subjecting Bess to this. But you stay away from her.
Erica: I appreciate that you're here, Adam, of course I do, and so of course you will hold the baby.
Jack: Adam, this is Sharon Murphy. She's our lab technician here. She already drew blood from Bianca under the supervision of Judge Lampert. So, if Miranda�s ready, she can take her --
Adam: Bess. Her name is Bess.
Jack: Whenever Bess is ready, Sharon can take her sample.
Adam: All right, let's get it over with.
Reggie: Maggie, everybody tried except for you.
Maggie: Do you really think that I can wake her up?
Reggie: I think anything's worth a shot.
Maggie: I'll meet you downstairs. I'm going to get my shoes. Jonathan? I have to go. Bianca's in trouble. She's in the hospital.
Reggie: Wait a second -- I thought you said she already knew Bianca was in the hospital.
Jonathan: I assumed. It's all over the news. I guess she's just tied up with this paper right now.
Reggie: Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure that's it. Right.
Maggie: I don't believe this. She fell down the stairs. She's in a coma?
Jonathan: I know. Reggie told me.
Maggie: I don't know when I'll be back, all right? I'll call you.
Jonathan: No, you can't go. I'm sorry about Bianca, I really am, but is it worth your future over a girl that blew you off?
Maggie: That's not who Bianca is.
Jonathan: Ok, I'm sorry. That came out wrong. It's -- I'd put you and us before anything else. Your career matters to me.
Maggie: You don't get it.
Jonathan: Ok, I'll grab my coat. I'll drive you.
Maggie: No. You know what? Reggie's waiting for me downstairs. You can meet us there if you want.
Bill: Excuse me -- Mr. Chandler?
J.R.: Bill. What's up? I hope nothing's wrong with the jet.
Bill: It's not that. But you've had me standing by for over 48 hours.
J.R.: Right, ready to take off any minute.
Bill: So you do have a trip planned?
J.R.: Maybe. Just be ready. What?
Bill: It's nearly Christmas.
J.R.: Hmm. It sure is.
Bill: And I have a wife and three kids. We live in Allentown.
J.R.: Oh, oh. Oh, that's -- that's it, yeah. We'll make sure that it's an extra-special haul for them this year. Consider this your Christmas bonus. Or your severance pay.
Nurse: I'll let you have some time alone.
Maggie: Bianca? Bianca, it's me. It's Maggie. I came as soon as I heard. You can't just lay there. You have to wake up because you have to talk to me. Bianca, you have to wake up.
Anita: I've been meaning to ask -- that money that Bobby picked up at the boathouse?
Anita: Did you ever find out where it came from?
Aidan: No, not yet. Still got some things to check out.
Anita: You know, sometimes I wake up and I forget it's over. But I'm not sad. It's just -- it's not where I thought I'd end up.
Aidan: Well, I don't think any of us know where we're going to end up, Anita, but I promise I think some of your best years are yet to come.
Anita: That's right, they are. You know, actually, Bianca and I, we talked about that. She broke up with Lena.
Aidan: So you're both loose women now?
[Aidan and Anita chuckle]
Aidan: Ok, "unattached" -- I'm sorry. Wrong choice of words.
Anita: Anyway, we're supposed to get together on the anniversary of our breakups and laugh about how far we've come, maybe even cry a little, and just toast at how we're both in control of our lives.
Aidan: Well, I think, Anita, you'll be toasting for a very long, long time, every year.
Anita: I just -- I want to be old, wrinkled ladies, you know, racing to the bar in our walkers.
Aidan: You will be. I'd put my money on it. In fact, you should tell that to Bianca. I think she'd have a real laugh.
Lily: No! No, please!
Anita: What is that?
Lily: Please no!
Anita: Where do you think it's coming from?
Aidan: I don't know. The boathouse?
Lily: No! No! Please!
Autumn: Open your eyes, Lily, you never looked so good.
Lily: No! No!
Aidan: Hang on, we're coming!
Autumn: Our coats!
Lily: No! No! No, no, no. No. No. No. No. No. No red.
Aidan: Lily, I'm Aidan Devane. It's ok, it's all right. I'm not going to hurt you.
Aidan: I'm not going to touch you.
Anita: Honey --
Aidan: We met a while back, remember?
Lily: No. No.
Aidan: I'm a good friend of your father's.
Anita: Are you hurt?
Lily: No. No!
Anita: It's all just paint, isn't it?
Lily: No red! Bad!
Aidan: Don't touch her. She'll freak out. She won't like it. She's autistic.
Anita: What do you call what she's doing now?
Lily: Red. No, red.
Anita: Look, we have to find out if she's injured.
Lily: No. Oh.
Aidan: I think it's the color red. I think that's why she's freaking out.
Lily: Red, red. Red bad.
Anita: What kind of sick, screwed-up people would do something like this?
Lily: Red. Bad. No.
Judge Lampert: Then simply initial it if you prefer. All right. I'll keep an eye on the samples until the tests are complete.
Jack: Thank you.
Adam: It's just barbaric.
Erica: I'm very glad that the baby didn't cry much at all.
Erica: It's just a shame, you know. You can't explain to them that it's just going to be over in a flash.
Adam: Get out.
Jack: Adam --
Adam: Get out. Get out! Get -- out. Please leave.
Adam: There we go. Yeah. Whoo.
Adam: Oh, I'm sorry if they upset you, baby. I'm sorry.
Adam: Yeah, but I didn't think --
Tad: Praying for J.R. or yourself?
Singers: What child is this who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet
[J.R. stops music]
Reggie: You better do like Maggie says. We don't want to get rough with you.
Maggie: Hmm. Yeah, quit slacking.
Reggie: You've had enough rest, Bianca. Wake up.
Maggie: Bianca, you have to come back to us. Oh.
Maggie: I love you. I love you so much.
Babe: Jamie, come on! I can't wait anymore.
Jamie: Are you sure you're ready?
Jamie: Say hello to Father Christmas.
Babe: Come here. I love it, I love it!
Jamie: Now, look in the bag.
Babe: It's beautiful. I --
Jamie: I got her because she looks like --
Babe: She looks like Bianca.
Jamie: You see it, too?
Babe: Of course I do.
Jamie: I thought that we could say a prayer for Bianca and Miranda, then put this angel on top of the tree.
Babe: I'd love that.
Jamie: Now, there is something else in this bag.
Babe: There is? Hmm. What is it?
Jamie: Well, it's mistletoe, silly. The guy at the store said that in colonial times they used to take big bunches of these and hang them on the street lamps.
Babe: It must have stopped traffic, these people standing around kissing. It couldn't have been good for business.
Jamie: Do you think anybody cared?
Babe: Probably not.
Jamie: I guess that's why New Orleans is such a friendly town.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Maria: Do you think you could just leave and do what you want with my kids without telling me?
Stuart: Adam wasn't at the shelter.
J.R.: Where'd he take Bess?
Adam: You tell Brooke to put a stop on this attack on my son or I'll stop this DNA test.
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