All My Children Transcript Wednesday 1/5/05
Proofread by Gisele
Tad: Give me that.
Joe: Is it Bianca?
Erica: No, no, no, Bianca's fine.
Joe: Well, then what are you up to?
Tad: A mission of mercy.
Joe: Oh. I've heard that before.
Erica: No time to waste. This way.
Tad: Come on, Pop.
Tad: No, come on.
Joe: What's going on?
All: Happy anniversary!
Ryan: Yeah! We got you!
Marian: He was surprised.
Brooke: The galleys will have to wait. I don't have time.
J.R.: But you'll make time for me. Won't you, Brooke?
Bianca: I'm going to send out photo cards from this year's New Year's.
Anita: Because you were the cutest New Year baby ever.
Bianca: Ever, ever, ever.
[Knock on door]
Bianca: Yes? Come in!
Anita: Only if it's good news.
Adam: Do you feel up to having a visitor?
Adam: Yeah, just -- just me. She -- she certainly looks happy.
Bianca: Yeah, she is. We both are. You can't take Miranda back, so if J.R. sent you to --
Adam: No, no, J.R. doesn't even know I'm here. And I'm not here to talk about Miranda. I want to talk to you about J.R.'s son.
Babe: Hey. I swear to you, James could fall asleep standing on his head. Jamie? What is it? Did you get the IDs from Matt?
Anita: All right, I should get to the celebration.
Bianca: Thank you.
Adam: J.R. losing Bess -- I mean, Miranda -- brought down J.R.'s world. It was bad enough, made it worse that he found out that he had a child, a son who had died, a child he never saw, never knew. When you were mourning the loss, when you thought Miranda was dead, you at least saw her. You had -- you had a memory to hold on to.
Bianca: Yeah. I looked into her eyes. I held her.
Adam: J.R.'s been destroyed. He's broken, Bianca.
Bianca: Well, nobody wanted J.R. to get hurt.
Adam: Babe did. And she only finally came clean with you about Miranda because she wanted to tear J.R.'s heart out.
Bianca: Well, I'm not so sure that that's completely true.
Adam: Do you think that that child would be here with you if they were still married, and happily so? No, that child would be with Babe, who'd be playing house with her somewhere else.
Bianca: All right, Adam, please, that's enough.
Adam: Help me find Babe. She can't be allowed to walk away from this.
Bianca: Babe didn't say where she and Jamie were going.
Adam: Babe thought she could ruin my son's life and not pay for it.
Bianca: Adam, how will going after Babe help J.R.?
Adam: Yes, you're right. You're absolutely right. It's a rather poor alternative, isn't it? But since I'm not God, I can't put J.R.'s son back in his arms, it's all we have.
Brooke: What do you want, J.R.?
J.R.: I haven't seen you in a while, Brooke. How was the holidays? Happy? Oh, right, no Jamie. That must be tough.
Brooke: I've had better Christmases.
J.R.: It's hard being home, missing your child, while everyone else is warm and fuzzy.
Brooke: You didn't come here to commiserate about the holidays. What can I do for you?
J.R.: You warned me you were going to slander me in "Tempo," make it seem as if I was responsible for Bianca's fall.
Brooke: That was all over.
J.R.: Well, I'm just returning the favor, warning for warning. Babe's going down for playing me. If you don't want your son to go down with her, I suggest that you tell him to ditch the girl and get out of the line of fire.
Jamie: All right. Just stay put.
Babe: What is it?
Jamie: That squad car's still out there. Those cops must be going door to door.
Babe: For us?
Jamie: Well, not yet. I think they're looking for our favorite forger, and they want to find him, bad.
Babe: If they find our photo IDs then we're --
Jamie: And then they'll come looking for us.
Babe: Oh, my God.
Jamie: Hey, no, no, no, no. All right, it's cool. They'll knock, we won't answer, we're not home. We'll just stay quiet and they'll go away.
Babe: Honey. Come here.
Jamie: Or we kick in plan B.
Babe: Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Erica: You always hear "The man who needs no introduction," except this time it's actually true.
Erica: For 35 years --
Agnes: Could I please get through? Excuse me, excuse me.
Jack: Come on, you.
Agnes: I'm responsible for Joe Martin's being here, so I can't miss his introduction.
Joe: How wonderful to see you.
Agnes: Wonderful to see you.
Opal: Who the heck is this blond bombshell? Should Ruth be worried?
Myrtle: I recognize the face.
Palmer: Agnes. Agnes Eckhardt. Welcome home.
Agnes: Thank you so much.
Myrtle: Should you be worried?
Agnes: Well, 35 years ago, when I was on the board of this hospital, I persuaded Joe Martin to move here from California.
Tom: Oh, make way, make way.
Tom: Hello, Phoebe.
Opal: Oh, what a pleasure.
Erica: Phoebe, I'm so happy to see you.
Opal: Now we're going to have to hear about how her late husband Charles Tyler put Joe on the staff here.
Agnes: Well, we all would like to take responsibility and credit for Joe Martin's success, but believe me, it belongs to him alone. Of course, you're all vital to keeping Pine Valley on the map, but it's standouts like Joe Martin who are the heart and soul of it. So congratulations, Joe. And should we try to go for another 35 years?
Erica: Oh, Agnes, I'm just so happy that you're here with us today.
Agnes: Oh, well, thank you, my dear. Now, do I know you?
Erica: Yes, I'm Erica Kane.
Agnes: Not Mona�s daughter? Well, you couldn't be. You're too young.
Erica: Well, that's very sweet, thank you. But, yes, I am, I am Mona�s daughter.
Agnes: Well, it's incredible.
Erica: Oh! Thank you.
Agnes: Oh, I remember how Mona used to worry about what would happen to you, but you seem to have done pretty well for yourself.
Erica: Well, thank you.
Nick: I wouldn't bet on it, Agnes.
Erica: Oh, Nick!
Nick: Huh? Oh, princess, it's been too long.
Erica: I know!
Agnes: It certainly has.
Erica: Oh, you two know each other?
Agnes: Oh, Nick taught me so much.
Agnes: The mambo --
Nick: Oh, oh.
Agnes: The cha-cha, and the bossa nova.
Erica: I see.
Nick: Yes, I had quite a crush on you, Agnes. But then I fell for Erica Kane here.
Agnes: Well, oh, but, Nicky, I would have been too much for you. I'm going to say hello to Phoebe. Hello, hello. Good to see you.
Aidan: Anytime you want me to get your father, just let me know, ok?
Lily: He's busy, and I like being with you.
Aidan: So you're sure you're all right? There's lots of noise and lots of people, aren't there?
Lily: I'm ok with you.
Erica: Nick, are you here for Joe's celebration? And when did you get -- why didn't you tell me you were coming and how long are you going to stay?
Nick: Wait, not so fast. I can't stay, I'm on my way to New York, but I do have some business to attend to here. So when am I going to get an introduction to the newest young lady in the Kane clan?
Erica: Oh, Nick. Oh, Miranda is so beautiful. You are going to fall in love with her right away.
Nick: Well, I bet we both will.
Erica: "We both --"
Erica: You didn't come alone?
Nick: Well, I ran into somebody at the airport.
Nick: As if I'd spoil the surprise. Come here.
Adam: If only the miracle could happen twice. If only J.R.'s son had survived and could be delivered back into his home, where he belongs. I don't begrudge you Miranda. She's your blood. She belongs with you. But J.R. has lost two children -- this little girl and his son.
Bianca: I am so sorry.
Adam: Don't be sorry. Babe engineered it. But just think, remember back how you felt when you were grieving for Miranda. Hmm? Imagine enduring that twice. It's not fair.
Bianca: No, you're right, it's not fair. It's not fair at all.
Erica: Bianca? What are you doing here?
Bianca: Mom, Adam just came to say hello.
Erica: No, he didn't. Well?
Adam: I came by to see how Bianca was doing.
Erica: Well, that's very considerate of you. I have a surprise.
Bianca: Well, I can tell. What is it?
Jack: And without further ado, all the way from the mysterious Far East --
Bianca: Oh, my goodness! Uncle Mark! And Nick!
Mark: Out of my way. That's my niece over there.
Bianca: Oh, my gosh! Oh, give me a hug! You look so wonderful!
Nick: All right, all right, make room, Dalton, please. Let somebody else get a hug in here. You are more beautiful every time I see you!
Erica: How dare you sneak into my daughter's room.
Adam: I didn't sneak. She agreed to talk to me.
Erica: What kind of a scam or guilt trip did I, thank God, interrupt?
Adam: Miranda is right where she belongs. But lives and hearts have been broken because of this, and I demand justice for my son.
Erica: Justice, how?
Adam: I will not yield to Babe Carey until she gets the punishment she deserves.
Erica: Neither will I.
Adam: Are you and I of one mind about this?
Erica: No one wants to see Babe punished more than I do, for Bianca's sake and J.R.'s.
Brooke: I have no idea where they are. J.R., give it up. Leave them alone.
J.R.: Babe set me up. She took that baby away from me. She knew that I loved Bess.
Brooke: Yes, that was terrible, but punishing Babe is not going to bring back your baby.
J.R.: You shot a man, killed him to protect Jamie. You'd better start protecting him again.
Brooke: J.R., don't do this, all right? Think about your mother. Dixie wouldn't --
J.R.: My mother can't stop this. Warn Jamie or don't. But if he gets hurt, you share half the blame.
Bianca: Oh, my goodness, it's so beautiful.
Mark: Ellen picked it out. She's got one just like it.
Nick: You must have chartered a cargo plane.
Mark: You look fantastic. How's it going?
Erica: 187 days and counting.
Mark: One day at a time.
Erica: Some of those days --
Mark: I know, you think you won't make it.
Erica: Having family like you really helps.
Mark: Erica, you were always there for me. I just wish I were closer.
Erica: Well, you're here now. Come on, let's not waste a minute.
Bianca: Well, I never need to receive another present for as long as I live. Thank you very, very much.
Nick: Well, then I'll hold on to mine.
Bianca: You brought me something, too?
Nick: Well, yeah, but it's not from me.
Bianca: Well, what is it?
Nick: You said you didn't need it.
Bianca: Oh, stop it!
Erica: Stop teasing her!
Nick: Not fair ganging up. Ok, let's see.
Jack: All right, nice. So what have you got there?
Nick: Well, this is a one-of-a-kind, very special message from the heart of someone near and dear, and irreplaceable.
Bianca: Oh, Mom. Look at the handwriting.
Erica: Nick, how in the world did you get this? This is from my mother.
Joe: Well, I'm sorry my other kids couldn't make it here today on our 35th anniversary.
Tad: They're here in spirit, Pop.
Joe: Yeah, yeah. Still, I feel as though I'm among family here, and I don't mean just Ruth and Tad. I mean everybody in this room. Even you, Palmer. Even you. We've had our differences, but we've always fought as family. And, Myrtle, ever since my mother passed away, you have never been too busy but to talk some good sense to me when I needed it.
Myrtle: Oh, you never needed much, dear.
Joe: And it's so good to see that we're joined by the younger generation.
Ryan: After everything you and everyone at this hospital have done for us, we wouldn't miss it.
Greenlee: Plus, we're studying you and Ruth to learn the secret of a long, happy marriage.
Joe: Studying? Ah, well. Ryan, three words -- "I'm sorry, darling." And say it often.
Ruth: And mean them.
Joe: And it's a mixed blessing, when I see that we have so many people that I've treated in this room. And, of course, others that I've hired.
Joe: Yeah. Anyway, before I wrap this up, I would like to give a special thanks to a very special lady who's come a long way to be with us today. And she's right, she is the one who brought me here to Pine Valley in the first place, Agnes Eckhardt.
Agnes: Thank you.
Joe: Because of her generosity and her philanthropy, there really isn't a person in all of Pine Valley who isn't in debt to Agnes.
Opal: Oh, please! You'd think she built the town single-handed.
Joe: Now, Agnes, as you said, here's to the next 35 years.
Agnes: Right on!
Agnes: Whatever happened to Daisy?
Palmer: Oh, oh, Daisy, Daisy. I wish I knew.
Opal: Yeah, she split centuries ago. Couldn't take the competition.
Agnes: Well, you make a lovely couple.
Palmer: The heck we do. We've been divorced for years.
Tom: Agnes, Palmer, you ready for your close-up?
Opal: That old coot.
Myrtle: Did I miss something?
Opal: Miss Agnes Icky-heart thought me and Palmer were still a couple. Honestly.
Myrtle: Well, every time I see the two of you together, you're like joined in the hip.
Opal: Well, that's because of Petey -- and the holidays! We're family.
Myrtle: Excuses, excuses. Listen, you've been on the sidelines too long. Now, don't you wish sometimes in your heart it was different?
Tad: You're late. Hey, hey, come on, careful. Dad's going to have to reattach my shoulder.
Brooke: I was detained by J.R.
Tad: Now what?
Brooke: Now we have to find a way to protect Jamie.
Tad: Ok, tell me.
Brooke: J.R. is tracking them down. He wants Babe's head on a plate and Jamie's head right next to it. I want to get out of here. Come on.
Tad: No, no, wait, slow down, slow down.
Brooke: We have to find him and we have to warn him. I want to go right now.
J.R.: All right, change my mood, Rickel. What do you got?
Rickel: These kids, they got the whole country to run in. It's not easy.
J.R.: We had Southern Florida pinpointed, the area near the concert site. That should have given you enough lead.
Rickel: Well, there was a couple that fit their descriptions up to a point, but --
J.R.: So? Why didn't it pan out?
Rickel: Well, Martin and your ex are traveling alone. This couple had a baby with them.
J.R.: A baby? Protection there is -- you.
Jamie: Yeah, but if we don't get those new IDs and Social Security cards then --
Babe: Hey, we'll be fine. We'll still work. We'll just -- we'll get jobs that pay cash under the table and ones that don't take out taxes or Social Security.
Jamie: I'll do odd jobs.
Babe: Yeah, and I'll clean houses or something. Hey, we're going to manage. Besides, I grew up with Mama. It was like getting a Ph.D. in how to cut corners to survive.
Jamie: Well, then James and I will be your eager students.
Babe: We'll protect him from J.R. We'll make it into a game.
Jamie: A game that we win.
Rickel: Where would two kids on the run pick up a baby?
J.R.: That's a good question. Take these two the study. Fax, email everyone you interviewed. And start with the place where they saw the couple with the baby.
Rickel: Will do, Mr. Chandler. We'll find them, I guarantee it.
J.R.: You're damn right you will. A baby.
Adam: I just came from the hospital. I saw Miranda. She's -- she looks well and happy.
J.R.: So there's no reason to think about her or discuss her ever again.
Adam: It might help.
J.R.: It's a waste of time.
Adam: Healing is not a waste of time, son. It's perfectly natural to grieve so we can go on with the rest of our lives.
J.R.: You grieve. I'm too busy.
Adam: J.R., your son is dead.
J.R.: Don't ever say that again.
Brooke: He put a bug on my office phone.
Tad: J.R. did?
Brooke: Yeah, I caught him. I walked into my office and I caught him. I mean, fortunately, he thinks I believed his lame cover story, and he was telling me to call Jamie.
Tad: I hope you had somebody take care of it.
Brooke: No, I didn't. I left it where it was because I think it might work in our favor.
Tad: No, no, no.
Brooke: Yes, I think it could throw him off track.
Tad: Bad idea. Bad idea.
Brooke: Listen to me. I could have him searching the other side of the globe.
Tad: It could also backfire too easily. No, get rid of it, please. We just have to trust Jamie to get in touch with us if he needs to. Brooke?
Brooke: All right, maybe you're right. Maybe it's not that bad. I know that J.R. is out for revenge, but at the same time, it's fortunate that he doesn't know that they have his son with him.
Tad: You don't know the half of it. If he finds out that boy is alive --
Brooke: He won't. Who's going to tell him?
Tad: Bianca. Bianca might.
Nick: I've kept that safe for, what, over 10 years now.
Erica: My mother always thought of everything.
Nick: Well, she had to, to keep up with her daughter. She wanted Bianca to have this letter when her daughter was born.
Jack: I'll tell you, Mona, she always managed to stay a step ahead, didn't she?
Erica: And I was always the last to know.
Bianca: Oh, Grandma. Listen to this. "My darling Bianca, I hope when you have your child, I'll be there in person to share your joy. But in case that's not possible, I'm writing you this letter. Being your mother's mother has been the greatest challenge of my life. It is also my deepest joy. She's the light of my life, and I'm sure your little girl is already the light of yours. Your little girl. Yes, I'm convinced that you'll keep the line of Kane women going into the next generation. So I want you to benefit from my experiences in raising your mother. They say some traits skip a generation. I always felt that your temperament was closer to mine than to your mother's, but if this every-other-generation rule holds, your little girl is destined to create quite a stir. But I know you'll be able to keep her in line. Try not to show your exasperation or that you have no idea how to deal with her at any given moment. Never be indecisive. Pretend you know what you're doing, especially when you haven't got a clue. Lead with your heart and with your head, and I guarantee that eventually, when she's an adult, she'll wake up and realize that she was wrong and you were right most of the time. When she slams the door in your face for the 50th time, screaming that she hates you, she doesn't. She loves you and trusts that you'll love her beyond all the teen traumas and dramas. As a parent, you'll make mistakes. We all do. But if you do half as well as Erica did with you, you will raise a woman that we can all be proud of. Before I end this letter, I want to share some words that sustained me during the most trying times of motherhood. They always remind me that I wasn't alone. The almighty was always with me. Remember -- 'The greatest and the least, the weak and the strong, the rich and the poor, in sickness and health, in joy and sorrow, in tragedy and triumph, you are all my children.'"
Bianca: Dr. Joe, congratulations and happy anniversary.
Joe: Why, thank you, thank you. Oh, it wouldn't be a party without this little one. How are you? She looks every bit as happy as her mama.
Edmund: Dr. Joe, when I can tear you away from that, I think your son wants to take a picture with you.
Joe: Uh-huh. Ok, thank you.
Stuart: Our house seems so lonesome without you there.
Marian: Oh, Bianca, we're so very happy for you. But, you know, first, it was Colby, and then Bess, and -- I'm sorry -- Miranda. I can't seem to get used to calling her Miranda yet.
Bianca: I understand.
Stuart: We were hoping that maybe we can come and visit now and then?
Bianca: Oh, of course. My goodness, you know that you are both always, always welcome.
Stuart: What'd I tell you?
Marian: Thank you.
Stuart: Thank you, Bianca.
Ryan: Hey, you! Hey! Look at you!
Ryan: You know, I don't know which one is prettier today.
Greenlee: No offense, but I'd say the smaller person has a slight advantage.
Bianca: Well, maybe in this case, anyway.
Greenlee: Bianca, could I hold her?
Bianca: Well, yes. Miranda, you remember your Uncle Ryan and your Aunt Greenlee?
Greenlee: Hello! Hello, baby! Hello! Aw. Hi! Oh, I've never felt -- they're miracles. Aren't you? Yeah.
Bianca: Children mean everything, don't they?
Erica: My mother knew that.
Bianca: And you know it. And now, thanks to Miranda, I know it, too.
Tad: All I can say is that photographer better snap a couple from this angle.
Mark: And I need a photo to take back to Ellen.
Nick: Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to kiss Myrtle Fargate. Hello, my sweet.
Bianca: I'd actually really like to talk to you later. Do you think you could swing by my room?
Tad: Sure. I'm always available for you.
Bianca: Well, I hope that you still feel that way after you find out what this is about.
Adam: I want a lasting memorial of some kind, a foundation that will keep your son's memory alive.
J.R.: Bianca got her baby back. She doesn't need a memorial.
Adam: Well, maybe we do, son. I think we could have some sort of a service as we come to terms with this tragedy.
J.R.: Get two dozen roses, toss them in the river. Maybe it'll make you feel better. I won't! Leave me alone!
Adam: We'll talk later.
Rickel: I have some news for you.
Babe: Well, hiding out with you does have its upside.
Jamie: Yeah. Things could be worse. A lot worse.
Babe: Here. Turn around.
Jamie: Oh. Oh, this is too good. Ah.
Babe: Is all that tension?
Jamie: Yeah, it must be.
Babe: What do I have to do to release these muscles?
[Knock on door]
Officer: Police! Open up!
Simone: Oh, ok, I am so sorry for the detour. But for some reason, I am so baby friendly lately. Hey!
Simone: I wanted just a quick little minute with you because -- where is it? The guys at Enchantment put this together for Miranda.
Bianca: Oh, Simone! Oh, that's so sweet. Thank you.
Simone: Oh, you're so welcome.
Bianca: Look, look, Miranda, you got a present!
Simone: It's a present.
Woman: Saints alive and hold the holy phone! It's you! And you got your baby with you. Oh, where's my camera when I need it?
Simone: Do you know her?
Simone: Ok. Let's just make a break for it.
Woman: Oh, no, no! Wait, wait, wait, wait! Hold on, no! You are Bianca Montgomery, aren't you, Erica Kane�s daughter? And this precious little gumdrop has got to be Miranda. Oh! Well, you see, I've been following your story all along.
Woman: Stolen babies, helicopter crashes, floods, and that lying blonde from h-e-- double you-know-what. I tell you, it just made my stomach turn.
Simone: Uh, who are you?
Woman: Verla. Verla Grubbs.
Verla: Langley Wallingford's daughter. It was a big secret around these parts a while back, but they came up with some big explanation. Hey, maybe I was switched at birth like this little "Miracula-randa."
Simone: Ok, well, let's scram-a-randa.
Bianca: Oh, no, no, no, it's ok. I know who you are. At my baby shower, we were picking names out of hats and Opal suggested yours.
Simone: Oh, that's right.
Verla: She did? Oh, bless her heart!
Verla: Oh, you mean this precious little thing might have been named Verla?
Simone: Oh. Hmm.
Verla: "Miranda's" almost as pretty. Well, listen, if you want to change your mind and take my name, I won't sue, I promise.
Bianca: Oh, well, that's so sweet of you. I think we're going to stick with "Miranda." Are you ok?
Verla: Oh, oh, I am better than ok. It just does my heart good to see the two of you together like that.
Verla: Just thank the Lord you woke up with that baby in your arms. What, what, sweetie!
Bianca: Well, I really appreciate that. You didn't come to the hospital to visit me, did you?
Verla: No, no. Actually, I was just passing through Pine Valley and I wanted to say hi to my old pal Myrtle.
Bianca and Simone: Oh.
Bianca: Ok. All righty, sweetness.
Verla: Well, I got a train to catch.
Bianca: Well, it was so nice to meet you.
Verla: It was superb meeting you.
Simone: Ok, ok.
Bianca: Say good-bye, Miranda!
Verla: Bye, sweetheart. Bye-bye!
Simone: Nice seeing you, Ms. Grubbs.
Verla: Somebody up there, just let them be happy for five minutes? Is that too much to ask?
Aidan: You sure you want to do this? There's still plenty of people taking flash photography.
Lily: It scared me at first, but it wasn't too bad. You helped distract me.
Aidan: Oh, good. You know that mathematical problem that you gave me? It was really hard. I couldn't do it. But you? You solved it just like that. That's amazing.
Lily: You knew the answer all along.
Aidan: Are you kidding? I was way off.
Lily: You let me win. You want to get some cake?
Opal: Good Lord. The idea of being back with that old goat? It's enough to make you lose your cookies.
Myrtle: Well, I didn't get any cookies. You ate them. Listen, if you went after that old fellow, I don't think he'd stand a chance.
Brooke: I guess we just have to wait and pray that Jamie and Babe will be all right.
Tad: They managed so far. Just hope their luck holds out.
Officer: Nobody's home.
Babe: See, I told you we'd be ok. Our little family's going to make it.
Jamie: I'll be a little more confident of that when we're a few hundred miles away.
Bianca: I need some advice. I was hoping that I was going to find the answer in here. It's a letter that my grandmother wrote me a long time ago.
Tad: That's a hard order to fill. Your grandmother's a very bright woman.
Bianca: Yeah, I think this probably would have stumped even her. Should I tell J.R. the truth? Should I tell him that his son is alive?
Adam: J.R., if -- if I made you feel worse earlier, that certainly wasn't my intention. Son, I know you're suffering, and I want you to remember that you're not alone.
J.R.: I'm not alone. Dad, he's alive. My son is alive.
Singer: Ooh, yeah looks like we made it, look how far we've come my baby, we might have took the long way, we knew we'd get there someday. They said, "I'll bet they'll never make it" but just look at us holding on, we're still together still going strong
Singers: You're still the one
Singer: You're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to, you're still the one I want for life
Singers: You're still the one
Singer: You're still the one that I love, the only one I dream of, you're still the one I kiss good night. Ain't nothing better, we beat the odds together. I'm glad we didn't listen, look at what we would be missin'. I'm so glad we made it, look how far we've come my baby.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Kendall: The DNA test today -- you nervous?
Tad: If you think Babe should be punished, then you do what you've got to do.
Officer: Surprise, surprise. Somebody's home after all.
J.R.: You're going to have another grandson -- Adam Chandler, III.
Note: Agnes Nixon, AMC's creator and head writer was born Agnes Eckhardt on December 27, 1927, in Chicago, Illinois.
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