All My Children Transcript Wednesday 12/22/04
Proofread by Gisele
Lily: No, no.
Anita: Lily, honey, we're not here to hurt you. We're here to help you.
Lily: No. Red, red.
Anita: Do you think the color's got her this upset?
Lily: Red bad.
Aidan: Well, that and being graffitied like some kind of freeway underpass.
Lily: Bad red.
Aidan: I'm not going to touch you.
Aidan: I'm not going to hurt you.
Lily: Red, no.
Aidan: We're going to make the red disappear, ok?
Lily: Red bad. Red bad.
Stuart: Ho, ho, ho! Ho -- ho, ho! Ah, I would've come down the chimney, but I know how Winifred hates to clean the fireplace, and the suit's a rental. I know I'm probably about the last person you want to see right now, but I had to come by before Christmas and drop this off. It's a gift for you and Adam.
J.R.: Thank you, Uncle Stuart.
Stuart: Doesn't seem to be a lot of peace and goodwill among men around here, not among Chandler men, anyway.
J.R.: No, no. But Dad and I are ready to fix that.
Stuart: Really? You're not mad anymore?
J.R.: Well, didn't Dad tell you that down at the shelter?
Stuart: Hmm? Adam wasn't at -- wasn't at the shelter.
J.R.: Well, then where'd he go? Where'd he take Bess?
Adam: I figured you'd show up, Martin. You'd never miss an opportunity to gloat.
Tad: I'm not here to gloat about anything. I just wanted to be here when they did the DNA test.
Adam: Yeah, like a vulture waiting to pick out the heart of my son? Did you think about J.R. during any of this while you and your friends were playing baby roulette? If J.R. loses Bess, it may destroy him. Or maybe that was the plan.
Tad: Of course not. Nobody gets off easy in any of this.
Adam: Mm-hmm. It's a little late to bring out the family Martin conscience right now. There's nothing that can erase the damage that you and Hayward and the Carey concubines have done. I curse the day that J.R. let Babe into his life.
Jamie: That's one hardcore bunch of mistletoe.
Babe: Yeah, I can see why the stuff's a Christmas tradition.
Jamie: This looks like a good place to hang the mistletoe.
Babe: Yeah, it works for me. So what else did you get?
Jamie: Oh, popcorn for stringing.
Jamie: And I even remembered the needle and thread.
Babe: This is cheddar popcorn, Jamie.
Jamie: Well, it's all they had left. And I was going to string cranberries, too, but -- I mean, what can I say? It's not like I have a lot to play with this late in the game.
Babe: No, it's great. Seriously, we're starting our whole new holiday traditions.
Jamie: Yeah, I'm sure there's not a lot of people stringing cheddar popcorn and wet cranberries, I'll give you that.
Babe: Well, look, our very first Thanksgiving, it was with Indian food. That's great. And now our first Christmas, it's -- it's going to be with soggy garland and baby James. And this was supposed to be Bianca's first Christmas with Miranda.
Jamie: Babe, don't.
Babe: I can't help it. I mean, this was supposed to be the Christmas of Bianca's dreams. She was going to sing carols to her little baby and spoil her rotten with all sorts of gifts and -- and even more love.
Jamie: Hey, Bianca's going to come to, and then she and Miranda are going to have a happy ending just like you and James. I know it. You have to believe it, too.
Maria: Hey, Myrtle. Merry Christmas.
Myrtle: Oh, bah, humbug.
Myrtle: Don't take it personally, darling. It's just that, well, that old man Scrooge has got ahold of me.
Myrtle: Yeah. You know, and I'm just -- I'm just not going to get a Christmas feeling until -- well, until she's back with us.
Maria: I know what you mean. Well, hopefully, Santa Claus will keep us on his list there because I think that seems to be the top of everybody's Christmas wish list.
Myrtle: Yeah, I hope so.
Maria: Are those "tos" or "froms"?
Myrtle: Oh. Oh, "froms." They're for the children's ward.
Maria: Oh, my gosh, they're going to be so happy to see you.
Myrtle: Well, darling --
Maria: That's great.
Myrtle: I can't forget them just because I'm feeling low, and it's bad enough that they have to spend Christmas in the hospital. Poor little kids.
Maria: Yeah, that's true. This is the time of year that all families should be together, at home.
Edmund: It's intense.
Brooke: It's supposed to be.
Edmund: You make it sound like J.R. caused Bianca's accident.
Brooke: Good. Then I made my point.
Edmund: Your point is inflammatory, speculative, and grounds for libel.
Brooke: Every fact in that article is true.
Edmund: Did you see the police report?
Brooke: No. I saw the look on Adam's face, and that was all the documentation I needed. He's terrified that J.R. is responsible, and something obviously is eating away at J.R.
Edmund: So that's your evidence? No way we're going to run this story.
Brooke: Uh-huh, watch me.
Edmund: You're asking for big trouble here.
Brooke: Bring it on.
Edmund: What's wrong with you? Brooke, come on. You never run a story without triple-checking the facts. Now one strange look from Adam and you're ready to blame his son for attempted murder?
Brooke: I am tired of the lies from J.R., from Adam, and now Tad and Jamie are jumped onboard.
Edmund: Yeah. Sounds like you're taking a flying leap yourself. Come on, what's the matter with you? Why are you so hell-bent on printing this? What's your secret?
Brooke: It's Christmas, and I don't have a clue where my son is.
Tad: You want to start tossing blame around? You go ahead. Be my guest. You got plenty of people to choose from -- me, Krystal, David, Babe. I don't care. Help yourself. Won't change the fact that this DNA test has to be done.
Adam: All I want to do is prove that this is my granddaughter.
Tad: She's not. She's Miranda Montgomery and she belongs with Bianca.
Adam: So you not only want me to rip the child out of my son's arms, you want me to cut him off at the knees by telling him his child is dead?
Tad: I'm well aware of what this is going to do to J.R. but Bianca's an innocent. She deserves to have her daughter back.
Adam: What about J.R.? What does he deserve? Doesn't he deserve to have his child back? Can you do that? Can you put J.R.'s son back in his arms?
Babe: He is as cool as a cucumber. Or maybe I should say soggy as a cranberry.
Jamie: Oh, funny. I know they're messy but, you know, what can you say -- owie! Ok, so I'm no Betsy Ross. Well, this was my mom's job every year to string the popcorn. Mine was just to hang the lights.
Babe: You helped your mom decorate the house?
Jamie: Every year.
Babe: That's really sweet of you. She must really miss you.
Jamie: Look, it's long enough to make a necklace.
Babe: I can't imagine being away from James for a day, much less not knowing where he was. I can't even begin to imagine what your mom is going through right now.
Jamie: This is the way it has to be, Babe.
Babe: Look, maybe you could call her from a pay phone or something, just let her know that you're ok.
Jamie: You know we can't risk that.
Babe: She's your mom.
Jamie: And J.R. is James' dad. And if he's found out any of this, one call could be just asking for trouble.
Babe: Look, there's no way that he knows. Your dad wouldn't have told, and Bianca, she --
Jamie: He may have figured it out on his own. And even if he hasn't, he knows about Miranda, and that's enough for him to want revenge. And what if he's tapped my mom's phones? One call and we'd be leading him right to us.
Babe: I guess.
Jamie: Trust me. I hate that I can't talk to my mom, but this is what I signed on for.
Babe: You sure?
Jamie: You and James are my family now.
J.R.: Dad's cell phone's going straight to voicemail.
Stuart: Well, he's probably just stuck in traffic someplace. You know, there are so many late Christmas shoppers and -- it's too bad this suit didn't come with a sleigh. We could go looking for him and just skip the roads altogether.
J.R.: I should've never let him take Bess.
Stuart: Well, he's not going to let anything happen to Bess. J.R., what's the matter? Is Bess ok?
J.R.: No, she -- yes, she's fine! Just -- you know how I get. You know, I'm very protective around her.
J.R.: And any time I spend away from her is too much time. Speaking of spending time, I think that -- well, I definitely know that I'd like you to spend more time with Bess.
Stuart: Oh, I would like that a lot.
J.R.: She would, too. You know, you're the only uncle that she has.
Stuart: Well, that's not true. She's got Jamie.
J.R.: No, no. You know, he's gone. He's gone for good.
Stuart: Oh. No wonder you're so upset.
J.R.: Yeah, well, you know, that's part of it. If you would've told me a year ago that it would've gotten even uglier between Jamie and me, I would never have believed you, but now here we are. And now I only have you, Bess, and Dad to count on.
Adam: Tell me how to spare my son. How do I give J.R. back what was taken from him?
Tad: I can't. I can't give J.R. back his child. But I can make sure that Miranda goes back to her family, and I'm going to.
Adam: You've known about this for a long time. Why didn't you say something sooner? Why let all this time go by sitting on this information when you knew that every day that went by with this child under my roof, my son was falling more and more in love with her?
Tad: I never intended for it to go on this long.
Adam: Where was your sense of decency? Were you so enamored with Krystal's dubious charms that you put her before the interests of your stepson?
Tad: I never put anything or anybody above J.R.
Adam: And your undying, forever love with Dixie? It took a little hairspray and a boatload of cleavage, and it's, "Hey, get all aboard the S.S. Krystal!" Not even an iota of guilt for betraying Dixie's son?
Tad: This has nothing to do with Dixie. Whether you believe it or not, I love J.R.
Adam: Oh, is that why you're supporting Krystal's child instead of Dixie's?
Tad: I'm doing no such thing. It sickens me to think of J.R. losing his son, but it sickens me even more to think of the man he's turning into -- namely you.
Tad: And he's just as incapable of being a decent parent.
Adam: How dare you! My son is a wonderful father.
Tad: I'd give anything if that were true, but it isn't. A decent father doesn't attack the mother of his child. A decent father loves his children, he doesn't possess them. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, because every single thing that J.R. has done to Babe, you did to Dixie, so obviously he learned from the very best. Don't you ever, ever question my allegiance to Dixie. What I'm doing I'm doing because of her, because I honor my love for her and her son.
Adam: Uh-huh. Well, since you're so intent on honoring your son, then tell Brooke to back off.
Tad: What the hell are you talking about?
Adam: You tell Brooke to put a stop on this attack on my son or I will stop this DNA test right now!
Lily: No red. No red. No red.
Aidan: That's right, Lily.
Lily: No red. No red.
Aidan: See these?
Lily: No red.
Aidan: These are going to make the red go away.
Lily: No red.
Aidan: All you have to do is let me stick these on you, put these glasses on your head. I won't touch you, ok, I promise. You trust me?
Lily: 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 15 -- you made it go away!
Anita: Yes, he did.
Lily: You made it go away!
Aidan: Very cool. Look at you.
Lily: No, it's very warm.
Anita: He means it looks good on you.
Lily: Oh. Reggie's kind of cool. Please don't tell my dad about this. He's already very upset about Greenlee and Bianca. I don't want to make him sadder. But I feel better now that the red's gone, because of you.
Aidan: This will stay just between us.
Edmund: Look, I'm sure Jamie's fine. He's a grown man and --
Brooke: Yeah, hey, yes, I -- he's a grown man. Yeah, he can take care of himself, ok? I know. I know the party line. I just thought, you know, when it came time for him to take care of himself, I would be able to call him and occasionally nag him.
Edmund: He will be in touch with you when the time is right.
Brooke: I'm his mother. There shouldn't be a wrong time. When I am 99 and I have one foot in the grave, the other one is going to be firmly planted on the ground waiting to say good-- my good-byes to my son. I mean, the last thought of my life is going to be of my children, Edmund. I love him and I want him home.
Adam: Brooke is so angry that her son ran off with that slut Babe that she's taking it out on J.R. -- in the press, "Tempo," cover story. She's blaming J.R. for Bianca's accident.
Tad: And I'm sure you did nothing to encourage it.
Adam: You tell her to stop the story or I stop the test.
Tad: I understand. I'll take care of Brooke. But I want a promise from you in return.
Adam: Oh, well, this should be interesting.
Tad: Not one word to J.R. He hears anything about this DNA test, he'll grab Bess -- Miranda and jump aboard the Chandler jet, and you damn well know it.
Adam: Brooke's mudslinging article will do a lot more to get him running.
Tad: If he does, I give you my word he won't get by me. I'll tie myself to the wing of that plane if I have to. Miranda's going back to her family, no matter what it means to J.R.
Adam: You and I, we'll tell your dad whatever we damn well please.
Lily: Where did you get sunglasses to make red go away?
Aidan: Just say thanks to the green-tinted lenses.
Lily: I don't know why, but red hurts my eyes. It makes everything spin and pound in my head.
Anita: Does the counting help?
Lily: Yes. It helps my mind focus on something. I'm good with numbers, and mathematical patterns help me focus on one thing at a time.
Anita: Well, Lily, consider yourself lucky. I wish I were as good at math.
Aidan: Well, lily's got plenty of talents.
Lily: Thank you. But my mouth shouldn't be turned up.
Aidan: Why not?
Lily: Because of Bianca.
Anita: Oh, sweetie, it's ok to be happy about one thing and worried about another.
Lily: But it's hard to hold on to two feelings at the same time. Have you ever done that?
Anita: Yes. And you're right, it is hard, but it's nothing that you should feel bad about.
Lily: I just want Bianca to get better. I wish you had sunglasses that could make her wake up.
Aidan: Me, too.
Tad: Hey, buddy. I'm sorry to interrupt. Ever have that recurring nightmare where you left the house and you forgot to put your pants on?
Brooke: Your pants are on, but I still see an ass.
Edmund: Well, you want me to stick around and force it out of him?
Brooke: I can handle it myself. Thanks, thanks.
Edmund: Good luck, Tad.
Tad: I'll need it. Take care, pal.
Tad: Before you start tearing into me, there's something I have to say to you.
Brooke: Unless it's, "I found Jamie and he's home for Christmas," I don't want to hear it.
Babe: How about we bring up some old family traditions? You have any more?
Jamie: J.R. and I tried one. We used to camp down by the chimney on Christmas Eve. We wanted to catch Santa in the act.
Babe: Any luck?
Jamie: Well, the year my mom let us try it, we fell asleep, and then we'd try every year after that, but we could never seem to stay awake long enough to catch the big guy.
Babe: You and J.R. were really close.
Jamie: Yeah. I actually miss J.R. The big brother that I grew up with, not the man he turned into.
Adam: Pour me one of those, will you, and give it some kick.
J.R.: Wow. Must have been some line.
Adam: Oh, well, you know, all the kids want to see Santa. And none of them toughed it out as well as Bess, though.
J.R.: A quality trait she must have inherited from her father.
Adam: Uh-huh. You'll never guess what Bess told Santa she wanted for Christmas.
J.R.: Really? I wonder if it's the same thing that I wanted.
Adam: Oh, what do you want?
J.R.: Oh, you know -- the truth. I know you weren't with Stuart. He was just over here. So where'd you go, Dad? Where'd you take Bess? Daddy doesn't like not knowing where you are. It makes him have all sorts of crazy things pop into his head. And the longer that Grandpa takes to tell me the truth is making me more upset. Now, Dad, I'm not going to have to spike my eggnog when you tell me, am I?
Adam: It's quite possible.
J.R.: Well, then spill it.
Adam: All right, the truth. As you know, I -- ahem -- I went to make peace with Stuart. About halfway there, I knew I couldn't pull it off. I'm not good at eating crow, and -- well, it sticks in my throat. I choke on it. So I drove around for a while and turned on the radio, listened to some financial reports. Son, I've -- I've wanted to set a good example for you. But this time, I lied. I let you down.
J.R.: That's it?
J.R.: Well, you're all worried for no reason. I told Stuart that we wanted to make peace with him, and he's cool. It's handled.
Adam: Well, that's good news.
J.R.: And as far as letting me down, you've never done that, not with anything that really matters. These last few weeks have been pure hell. Losing Bess is the worst thing I could possibly imagine. But you didn't let that happen. You stood right by my side, and that means everything to me. I know that you'd do anything in your power to protect Bess and me, and that's all that I could ever ask for. Well, it's all that I'd ever really need.
Babe: I love them. They're -- they're perfect.
Jamie: I don't exactly know what we're going to put in them, but they are kind of festive.
Babe: Oh, stop. You do not worry about the stuffing or the stockings. That is Santa's job.
Jamie: Yeah, I kind of don't think Santa's on our route this year.
Babe: You know what, that's what I used to think when I was little, but Mama would always say that Santa would find a way, and, sure enough, every single Christmas morning, I would wake up and there would be something in my stocking. It wasn't just Mama's magic promises.
Jamie: You really have a lot of happy memories of Christmas as a kid, don't you?
Babe: Yeah. Mama made sure of it. And sure, some were better than others, but they were all special. How about you? Favorite Christmas?
Jamie: This one.
Brooke: Just repeat after me -- "Jamie will be home for Christmas."
Tad: I'll answer all your questions about Jamie. I will. I give you my word. But first, I want you to promise me that you will not under any circumstances print that article about J.R. and Bianca.
Brooke: Oh -- are you serious? Now, you're protecting J.R.?
Tad: No, not J.R.
Brooke: Then why are you asking me not to print that article?
Tad: Brooke, I've got my reasons.
Brooke: Stop, all right? I want you to stop right there because I am not going to deal with any more secrets! I'm just not.
Tad: I don't blame you. Would you do me a favor? Would you please have a seat?
Brooke: Well, usually when people are asked to sit down, it's bad news. I want you to just tell me that Jamie is ok and that he'll be home for Christmas.
Tad: I would give 10 years of my life to be able to tell you that come Christmas morning that you're going to wake up and you're going to wander downstairs and Jamie's going to be in the living room or the kitchen making a mess with something.
Brooke: But you can't. Ok. That's ok. If he can't be home for Christmas, then I -- I want to know when he will be home.
Tad: Brooke, Jamie's never coming back to Pine Valley.
Maria: You know what, Sam, sweetie, I'm going to have to talk to your dad and get back to you on that, ok? Yeah. But don't worry about it. It's going to all work out fine, and I love you, ok? Bye. Oh, au revoir. All right.
Edmund: Bad day at the office?
Maria: Yeah, you know what, I just got off the phone with Sam, and Sam just told me that you changed all the plans. Instead of him coming home for Christmas, that you and Maddie are going to Europe to be with him?
Edmund: Maria --
Maria: No, you know what -- did you think you could just leave, take off, and do what you want with my kids without telling me?
Lily: I thought they were my friends, but they just wanted me to do their math homework for them. They never really liked me. And now they're mad at me, but I feel better with the sunglasses. Those girls can wear red and my mind can stand still.
Aidan: And they can't hurt you anymore with this, Lily.
Chantal: I'm sure it's cool. She should be long gone by now.
Autumn: I just don't think it's a good idea to come --
Lily: 1, 1, 3, 5, 8, 7 -- oh, great. It's my night to do the dishes.
Aidan: Excuse me! in fact, that's a rhetorical question because I know for a fact that you used this to hurt Lily Montgomery.
Autumn: We did her. We were just trying to have fun.
Aidan: So tormenting a girl and covering her with paint that's fun to you, is it?
China: Who are you?
Aidan: I work for the government, ladies, and all of you are treading in dangerous waters. Now, I'm sure you're aware of Lily's talents in mathematical formulas.
Chantal: That's all she's good for.
Aidan: Oh, no, she's more than good, she's a genius. See, when it comes to cryptociphering, Lily is at the top of her field. And given the times that we live in, that kind of knowledge pretty much is crucial for the safety of our country.
China: Right, because all teenage agents are autistic and live in Pine Valley?
Autumn: Yeah, shouldn't she be working at the Pentagon or something?
Aidan: So you think the government's going to stick all of its key people together in a mass? You know, Lily's talents are crucial, and she is the last person that you should be messing with. And we keep a very close eye on her, and if any one of you harass her again, it's going to mean big trouble for you and your families.
Chantal: Our families?
Aidan: Yeah. We compile profiles on anyone that comes into contact with Lily and their associates. So if you'd like, we can enforce this issue, or you can agree to back off and go about your merry, rich lives.
Autumn: We'll be cool.
Lily: What is Aidan saying to them?
Anita: I don't know. But whatever it is, it's got their attention.
Lily: He's Reggie�s kind of cool.
Anita: Yes, he's super-cool.
Maria: We may be separated, Edmund, but you're not a single parent. You do not get to make unilateral decisions about our children.
Edmund: You're right. I shouldn't have made plans without telling you, and I shouldn't have excluded you because Christmas is for family.
Maria: Yeah. Yeah, I feel the same way.
Edmund: So I think Sam ought to fly home to Wildwind, which is what we wanted in the first place. I also think that maybe we could have midnight Mass together as a family, and then open presents with you Christmas morning, just like old times. How's that sound?
Brooke: In other words, what -- what you're saying is, is that I will not see my son ever, unless, of course, your plan goes south, your plan to keep him safe, and then I will see him, but it will be behind bars. Is that what you're saying to me? How could you let this happen? How could you? How could you?
Tad: Just --
Brooke: How could you let it happen? My God! You know, you kept the truth from me, and you told me to trust you, and I did!
Tad: I asked you to trust me --
Brooke: I trusted you with our son!
Tad: I thought I could persuade Jamie to come back.
Brooke: But you didn't do it! You didn't! You didn't bring him back, did you, and now the only way he's going to come home is in handcuffs and leg irons!
Tad: I did everything, I said everything I could possibly come up with to convince Jamie he was making a mistake, to get him to stop. But after J.R. attacked him, and Bianca ended up in the hospital, I realized that I was the one that had made a mistake and that Jamie was right. It doesn't matter how much I love J.R. He's more Adam's son than he is mine. And any shred of Dixie that was ever in him is gone and buried. For all I know, your article is absolutely right. I mean, I don't think for a minute that J.R. pushed Bianca, but I have no doubt that something happened. It's perfectly obvious that J.R. is going to do anything and everything he has to to get what he wants. And that's why I couldn't tell him his son is alive, because I can't fathom the idea of him raising Dixie's grandson. When I was a lost cause, Joe and Ruth gave me a shot at life. And I wanted to do that for J.R., but I can't. But even if I'm not the kind of father that could save Dixie's son, Jaime is the kind of father that could save her grandson. And I owe her that much. I'm sorry. I thought I could do it all. I thought I could change J.R. and I thought I could protect Jamie, but I can't. This is over my head. In the end, I lost both of my children. And it serves me right if you never forgive me.
Lily: You're like the hero in this book. You make bad things disappear.
Aidan: Flattery will get you everywhere.
Lily: I know what that word means, but I don't know how to do it. I'll ask my dad to teach me.
Aidan: That's not necessary, Lily, really.
Lily: In this book, Dack Masters saves Nicole Sternwood from the bad guy just like you saved me from the bad girls.
Lily: I'd better go. My dad will worry.
Aidan: You can keep those. That's a gift. And you can hang on to the jacket, too.
Lily: But they're yours.
Aidan: That's ok. I'll pick them up in a couple of days.
Lily: Ok. Goodbye.
Aidan: See you.
Anita: Bye. Lily.
Aidan: She's sweet, isn't she?
Anita: And you are good.
Maria: I don't know what happened but I'll call it a Christmas truce. No parent should be alone, without her children on Christmas.
Maria: Yeah, maybe we can carry this Christmas truce into the new year.
Edmund: Let's not push it, ok? Nothing's changed between us.
Maria: No, Edmund, actually something has, because I -- this is the first time I'm feeling grateful to you in a long time. I have been feeling so angry at you for pushing me away, and, I mean, I really forgot what I fell in love with you for in the first place, for your strength and your compassion and -- and your ability to put the kids first always.
Jamie: Oh, how about Arkansas?
Babe: Hmm. Arkansas.
Jamie: We don't have to go to Arkansas. Once we get the IDs, we can pretty much go anywhere.
Babe: Well, no, no, Arkansas sounds great. We'll just have to find a place that's not too big and not too small, just like your dad said.
Jamie: Ok how about Birdsong?
Babe: Hmm, sounds kind of too small.
Jamie: Little Rock?
Babe and Jamie: It's too big.
Jamie: Uh -- Bruno, Paris?
Babe: Paris? I've always wanted to go to Paris.
Jamie: Yeah, I saw that coming. Fayetteville? Springdale?
Babe: No, uh-uh.
Babe: Hope. I like that.
Jamie: You know it?
Babe: No, I don't know it. I just like the name, and that's how I'm feeling right now -- hopeful.
Jamie: Well, it's settled, then. To our future in Hope.
Babe: To Hope.
Brooke: Is he happy? At least tell me that he's happy.
Tad: Very happy. You should see him with that baby. It's something else. At least you did a good job raising him.
Brooke: We both raised him.
Tad: You should be very proud of our son.
Brooke: But we've lost our boy. We've lost our -- our child.
Tad: And tomorrow, J.R. is going to lose his.
J.R.: Hey, let's open Stuart�s present.
Adam: Shouldn't we wait till Christmas?
J.R.: Well, I think I have an idea what's probably in it.
Adam: Well, I would guess it's a painting of some kind.
J.R.: A portrait of Bess. Hey, you know what? Let's hang in a place of honor for Stuart when he comes by for Christmas. How's that?
Adam: Hmm. Well, let's see. J.R. Go ahead, open it.
J.R.: Have you ever seen a more gorgeous baby? Oh. You know what, this calls for a toast. To Stuart, for his tribute to Bess' childhood. And to you, Dad, for always being there for her. It means a lot to me. And to Bess. The first time I held you, I knew that I had an unbreakable bond with you. Oops. You are my world. Cheers.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
on: We have the results of the DNA sample you authorized for the child.
J.R.: Was that call about a Christmas gift for me or Bess?
Maria: It looks like Bianca's letting go.
Kendall: She's trying to get to Miranda.
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