AMC Transcript Wednesday 6/29/05

All My Children Transcript Wednesday 6/29/05


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Krystal: Dixie's on everybody's mind today.

Tad: Yep, you got that right, which is why I have to say this and you have to hear it.

Krystal: Tad, I've got to say something to you.

Tad: No, no, no. Me first because this is really important. Lord knows after the shock wore off, and I realized what she'd done, I wasn't sure how I was going to feel about her, or how she'd feel about me.

Krystal: If you think Dixie rising from the dead is a shocker, you need to be prepared --

Tad: Shh, shh, shh. Now that I do, I just have to say to you first and foremost that whatever we had back in the past is gone, and we both signed off on it. That's not the Dixie I fell in love with.

Krystal: You got that right.

Di: It's your choice, J.R. Either we fix this wreck of a family or I have to leave.

J.R.: Don't. Don't push me on this.

Di: Someone's got to.

Jamie: I give up. Anakin Chandler here stepped to the dark side a long time ago.

Di: You hush up, Jamie taking jabs at your brother? How is that going to help him want to reach out to you?

Babe: Yeah, well, the only reaching out J.R. does is to strangle someone.

Di: And that's enough from you, too, Babe. I thought you wanted peace in this family as much as I did.

J.R.: Come on, Mom, let me take your bags upstairs, come on.

Adam: Let her go, J.R.

J.R.: You stay out of this.

Adam: Until she can prove she is your mother without a shadow of a doubt, I don't want her here.

Palmer: Dixie, if you need a place to stay, you can always have a home with me.

Di: Hmm.

Ryan: "Accurate test to determine the optimum time frame to conceive." This is Greenlee's, isn't it? My wife hasn't given up on having a baby, has she? Kendall? Look at me. Greenlee is still planning on having a baby, isn't she?

Greenlee: My mind's made up. There is real hope for Ryan, and I'm it. I want to go through with it. I want to have Ryan's baby.

David: My mind is also made up, Greenlee. The worst thing you could do right now is have Ryan's child. I will not help you go through with it.

Ryan: Kendall, you know this ovulation tests Greenlee's. You know it.

Kendall: Ryan, this office is wall-to-wall women.

Ryan: So what does that mean? This could be somebody else's? Kendall, I know. I know she went to a fertility clinic.

Kendall: She told you?

Ryan: She told me that she was looking for a donor. The best time for Greenlee to get pregnant is never.

Kendall: Well, finally something we both agree on.

Ryan: You are the closest thing to a best friend Greenlee has. Talk to her. Tell her why this thing can't happen. Explain to her why it can't happen.

Kendall: Well, you already did a bang-up job at your little Fight Club. God, Ryan, you have to get help. Please, please, you have to.

Ryan: I know. I'm working on it.

David: You're not going to change my mind.

Greenlee: Well, what changed yours? Why are you shutting me down? You know, I didn't go through all of this just so you can chicken out on me when I need you most. We clear?

David: This has nothing to do with me chickening out. I would never forgive myself if I helped you go through with this.

Greenlee: Why? Why are you turning on me?

David: Greenlee, I never promised you --

Greenlee: You said you'd test the samples and determine which one was Ryan's.

David: Yes, and you said that you wouldn't go through with it if Ryan was beyond saving.

Greenlee: And he's not. I know he's not. This is Ryan's only chance. How can you expect me to trash it, give up on my husband?

David: Greenlee, I know about the Fight Club. Ryan came here. He knows that he's out of control. He knows what he could do to you if he lost it, what he could do to an innocent child who cries too loud or for too long. I'm sorry, I cannot let you risk that. Look, Ryan is so desperate, he came here asking me for some kind of a drug, something that would short-circuit his rage before it gets to his fists, some kind of a chemical kill switch. That is how far gone he is, Greenlee.

Greenlee: No. No, don't you see? This is great. This is what I've been praying for.

Adam: By all means, move in with Palmer. Pull the wool over his drooping eyelids.

Palmer: It's your loss. It's my family.

J.R.: Adam still doesn't believe that she's real.

Palmer: Adam? He's always been a fool.

Adam: Yeah, what was it, something about her eyes and a couple of really corny memories, you all turn into blithering idiots?

Jamie: What would it take for you to believe it, Adam?

Adam: Well, something more than a chorus of "You are my sunshine" -- say, hard evidence, DNA.

J.R.: Then all you have to do is buy every lab in town to get the results that you want.

Opal: Palmer, you could have waited by the car while I fixed my face.

Palmer: I'd still be waiting.

Opal: Dixie. Dixie, is it really you?

Adam: Pending a blood test.

Di: Hey, Opal.

Opal: Oh, my goodness. Honey, do you understand that we all thought you were dead? Why didn't you get in touch with Tad to let him know you were still alive?

Palmer: Well, after three divorces, she finally realized that your son is a loser.

Jamie: Leave my dad alone.

Di: No, it's complicated, Opal. If I had a reasonable explanation, I could give it to you, but I don't.

Adam: Give her a minute, she'll make one up.

J.R.: Ease up, ok?

Palmer: Dixie, my offer still stands. I'll put you up in the finest suite at the Valley Inn.

Opal: Oh, no, no, she's going to be wanting to be doing her own home-cooking in her own little place, aren't you? You know, that cottage on Orchard Street is for sale.

Palmer: Well, that's perfect. I'll buy it, you can fix it up any way you want.

Di: Well, you know what, I might take you up on that, Uncle Palmer.

Opal: And you, mister. You don't even have a kiss for your -- ahem -- Grandma? Well, I thought that you were supposed to steer clear of this place, huh?

Babe: It's my visiting day with Little Adam.

Opal: Well, I just --

Jamie: Don't.

Ruth: Hello, everyone. Morning. Dixie?

Adam: Good question.

Di: Hi, Ruth.

Ruth: I never could get you to call me Mom. Oh, welcome home.

Di: Thank you.

Joe: Can I get in one of those?

Adam: It's old-home week for the seriously confused.

Joe: No, I'm here to see Dixie.

Adam: Sorry, haven't seen her.

Di: Hello, Joe. My goodness, it's been a long time.

Joe: I'll say. Oh, my. So this is what a miracle feels like.

Tad: I mean, I feel like an idiot. I mean, three years? Three years? I don't know what the hell I was thinking. You know, Dixie’s back in my life, why would I assume things were going to be the same or better? I mean, it beats the heck out of me.

Krystal: Tad, I found out something major.

Tad: Yeah, so did I. There's nothing about this woman that's the way I remembered it. And you know what, in the long run, maybe that's not Dixie’s fault.

Krystal: You know, maybe you ought to cut yourself a break, ok, and hear me out.

Tad: No, no, listen to me, no, our problems go way back

Krystal: That woman had no right to hurt you.

Tad: Are you sure? Three years and as many divorces? We couldn't go back to the way things were even if we wanted to. And that's the point -- I don't want to.

Krystal: Tad, Tad, I'm trying to spare you.

Tad: I know, and I appreciate it, but just give me two minutes, please? Let me say what I got to say, and then you can say anything you want to, ok? I woke up this morning thinking about what I wanted, what I wanted to say to you, and if -- this isn't working. If -- if it seems like I'm coasting here, I'm sorry. Well, never mind, just -- here.

Krystal: What?

Tad: Krystal Carey, will you marry me?

David: Your husband wants me to give him a drug that would keep him from morphing into the hulk. And that makes you happy?

Greenlee: Yes. It means he's finally reaching out.

David: Greenlee -- Greenlee, this is not good news. I only told you about Ryan so that you would understand how sick and how desperate he really is.

Greenlee: But don't you get it, David? Ryan is desperate -- desperate to get back to where he was before his little brother unspooled, back with me. If he wasn't my Ryan anymore, he wouldn't have come to you and admitted that he had a problem. You're going to help him?

David: I told him that I would formulate something.

Greenlee: Formulate what kind of something?

David: What, you really want the lecture on dopamine receptors and selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors? Just know that I can mix a cocktail that's at least 10 to 15 years ahead of FDA approval, something that could take care of Ryan.

Greenlee: David, tell me you're not going to try and kill him.

Kendall: Greenlee saw you almost get yourself killed. It hit her hard. It hit all of us. The worst part was I - I couldn't find you in the middle of all of those punches flying. All I saw was this -- this deadly ball of hate just fighting to self-destruct.

Ryan: I've got problems. I'm dealing with I so that's me being honest. Now it's your turn. Admit that this is Greenlee's.

Simone: Excuse me. Jeez, you can't leave anything around here without somebody getting all up into your business.

Ryan: Nice save. No sale.

Simone: You know, buy whatever you want. Just keep your face out of my stuff.

Ryan: Simone, why would you need to know when you're ovulating?

Simone: Because, ok? Oh, come on. You ever heard of the rhythm method, the oldest form of birth-control? Good Lord.

Ryan: First of all, you're too smart to rely on something with such a high failure rate. Second of all, you use this to help get pregnant, not prevent it.

Simone: Ok, Ryan. You want the truth? I'm going to give it to you.

J.R.: She's not going anywhere with you, Palmer.

Opal: Now, you don't want to live with that old coot, anyway. He would drive a sane woman out of her tree.

Ruth: Dixie, we'd love to have you come and stay with us.

Joe: Indeed, we would love to have you.

Adam: You've all been had.

Di: Well, you've all been more than generous, but --

Palmer: Then it's settled, it's settled. You're coming with me.

Opal: No, he means me.

Di: Ok.

Ruth: We'd love to have you.

Joe: Our home is your home.

J.R.: What part of "she's not going anywhere" do you not understand?

Jamie: It's Dixie’s choice.

Adam: I say throw the baggage out.

Babe: Dixie, please don't go anywhere. You're the only good and decent thing in this house, and if you're gone -- you're the only one that can make sure that my son doesn't turn into a nastier, scarier version of J.R. or Adam.

Adam: For crying out loud. If she's not leaving, I am.

Opal: Well, don't let the door hit you on the way out.

Palmer: Opal, Opal, Dixie’s bag?

J.R.: She is staying!

Stuart: Adam. I saw all the cars outside. You having a welcome-home party for Dixie?

Adam: Look at my face, Stuart. Does this look like my party face?

Stuart: I didn't know you had a party face.

Adam: I don't feel like celebrating, thank you.

Stuart: Oh, Adam. Why can't you just be happy that Dixie’s alive? It's like -- it's like a miracle!

Adam: No, it's not a miracle. It isn't her.

Stuart: It isn't?

Adam: She's a fake and a fraud.

Stuart: Adam, everybody believes that's Dixie. J.R. certainly believes it. You see how happy he is? He's needed his mom so much.

Adam: No, he hasn't. And besides, it isn't her. And even if it is --

Ruth: Dixie?

Di: Uh-huh?

Ruth: Will you be coming back to the hospital?

Joe: Because, you know, we could always use a new patient advocate.

Opal: Oh, I'm still pushing the book cart. We can coffee klatch like the good old days.

J.R.: My mother is busy taking care of my son and me.

Stuart: You can't have J.R. all to yourself.

Tad: I want you to marry me.

Krystal: Is this the part where you shout "Gotcha"?

Tad: Well, that depends on your answer, doesn't it? Because if I got you, you're supposed to say "Yes," as in "You do" and then "I do," and then I get to kiss the bride. You know, something --

Krystal: No.

Tad: I'm sorry, I'm not -- I don't mean to make this some kind of joke. I'm serious. Because Dixie has given me something that -- that I haven't had since she left -- closure. It's a stupid word, but it's a great feeling. I feel -- I feel free. For the first time in God knows how long, I got a clear choice in front of me that only I can make. I can go on mourning the "should've beens" or "what ifs," or I can reach out with both hands and grab something wonderful with you.

Krystal: You are crazy as a loon.

Tad: No, uh-uh. The only thing that's crazy is how much time we've wasted since the last time I asked you, before our lives were completely turned upside down. And I know, I know this is bizarre. You probably feel like I'm your worst nightmare. You know, just when you think you get rid of me, I circle around again and ask you the same --

Krystal: You are anything but my worst nightmare.

Tad: Yeah? I'm glad to hear it. Because one thing's for sure -- I'm a man that loves you more than anything else in the world. I get it wrong a lot, but when I get it right, it's for sure. Krystal, I want you to be my wife.

Krystal: Wait, wait, wait.

Tad: Wait? Wait?

Krystal: All this talk about love and about proposals -- Tad, I know you. It's because she shut you down.

Tad: So what? Yes and no. It doesn't matter. Dixie did the best thing she could for me. Don't you get it? For the first time in three years, I woke up and I wasn't thinking about her. After drowning for three years, I can breathe again. I can say her name and my heart doesn't stop.

Krystal: You're going too fast.

Tad: No, no, I'm not. I'm not. I can prove it to you. I know I'm not, because the only thing I was thinking about when I woke up this morning was you. It was how much I miss you, the way you look at me, the way your eyes turn green when you start crying, the way you feel when you kiss me. Krystal, I love you.

Krystal: Tad, you can't do this.

Tad: Yes, I can.

Krystal: You can't marry me!

Tad: Yes, I can. Watch me. Give me one good reason why not. What are you going to say? What, you don't love me? I can see the little orange outfit. You're in here, I'm out there. I don't care. Jailhouse weddings happen all the time. I got two words for you -- conjugal visits. And before you start rolling your eyes and looking at me like I'm the village idiot, it beats the hell out of a lap around the exercise yard. This is the part where you say something, ok, please? You just give me one good reason why you can't or won't be my wife.

Krystal: For the first time in my life, I don't know what to say.

Tad: That's the easy part. All you got to say is yes.

Opal: Palmer, you just get any idea of hogging Dixie all to yourself right out of that pointy head of yours, ok?

Palmer: She's my niece. Yore not even a poor relation, although you look the part.

Joe: Oh --

Ruth: Money and control. That's all you really care about, is it, Palmer?

Joe: Everybody, everybody, let's not spoil this time with Dixie. Come on.

J.R.: Can you get it through your bubble head I don't need you working on my side to get my mom to stay here?

Jamie: Would you just shut it, you pain --

J.R.: Who's stuck with the blond joke, huh? Look, the big hand's on the 12, Babe, the little hand's on "scram," so get out!

Jamie: Not a problem. We're leaving.

Di: No, please, please don't go. Please, everyone, please, just be quiet for a second, listen to me. I mean, can you hear yourselves, just taking jabs and picking at each other? There is a -- there's a boy napping upstairs, or not with all this rumpus. That baby doesn't know anything about our family feuds and ugly feelings. Right now, all he knows is love. You know, he loves his daddy, and he loves you, too, Adam, but he also loves his mama and his Uncle Jamie. Now, I bet you'd sell your soul to make sweet Little Adam grow up to be just like you, but I want you to remember what our nastiness and our fights did to J.R. I want something better than that for my grandson. I want him to be free to say that he loves you-all without -- without feeling like he's betraying someone. Now, if any of you don't feel the same way, then shame on you. If you can't find that shred of decency inside you, well, I'm not going to watch another little boy's heart get broken.

J.R.: Hey. Mom. Mom, look, look, you can't ask me to forgive Babe and Jamie for what they did to me. I just -- I can't do it.

Di: Well, I can't watch you do to your son what Adam and I did to you.

Simone: I own this, honey. You know that tall drink of Thames water, my boss and new squeeze Ethan? I'm trying to get pregnant with his baby. And if it works, the gent that he is, he'll do the right thing and marry me. Oh, yeah, and then, of course, Kendall would have to give up on her little English love muffin.

Ethan: That sounds like quite the plot. Can't wait to hear more.

Simone: Oh, please tell me someone's doing a really good imitation of Ethan.

Greenlee: You're going to poison him? Is that your solution?

David: What? No! Oh, come on, don't be ridiculous. Look, I just told him I would give him something that would help.

Greenlee: But it will still be a drug. No pill can undo his childhood. Right now, Ryan is running away from the past and the abuse any way he can. We have to help him see that it's ok to stop running, that the fear can end here with me and the love of our baby, a child he's convinced can't exist.

David: You know something? For once, I agree with Ryan.

Greenlee: David, go back to your own dark place, you at your rock-bottom worst. What you did to try and win Dixie? Drugging a boatload of people was beyond desperate. But if you'd had someone in your life to offer you hope and encouragement and love, would you have gone down that twisted road? I finally get why you did what you did, keeping Bianca’s baby a secret. It's because you loved your daughter beyond everyone else and you needed her to love you back. After Leo, until Ryan, I forgot how strong love can be. It can make you do very good things and very bad things, and this is a very good thing I'm going to do for my husband. Ryan wants to get better or Ryan wouldn't have come to you and admitted that he needs help and he can't do it by himself. There's the hope, David. And with hope, there's life and love, and I can give it all to him. Please, David. Please help me save my husband.

Simone: Crap. Hi. You, me, roof -- now?

Ryan: Was she telling the truth?

Kendall: What, trapping Ethan into having a baby? It sounds like Simone to me. You know, Ryan, down in Boca, Greenlee was sure that having a baby would save you, would help you.

Ryan: I will not have that discussion again.

Kendall: Yeah, but think about it, ok? Maybe she's right. Maybe you're fighting something that doesn't need fighting. A son or a daughter, I mean, all of that love, that could give you a new life. That new life could be your new life, too. Ryan, it could save you.

Ryan: Kendall, you know that I've thought long and hard about this, and I promise you a baby would send me straight over the edge.

David: Personally, I think Ryan's best chance is an aggressive treatment program, something that would target the source of his rage.

Greenlee: Fine. Fine, go ahead and give him his drug. Tell him it's a miracle cure, it'll turn him into a pussycat. Except what you give him is a sugar pill or a baby aspirin.

David: A placebo?

Greenlee: Yeah. Because Ryan's fear that some inner Godzilla’s going to come out and go on a rampage, it's all in his head. You know people can be tricked into curing themselves, so you give Ryan the placebo, and you give me my baby. By the time Ryan finds out I'm pregnant, we'll know whether the sugar pill is working or not. If it's not, you can give him the real drug.

David: And what if that doesn't work?

Greenlee: If Ryan's really beyond help, then I promise I'll take my baby and never see Ryan again.

David: Yeah, right, right. You say that now, but when the time comes --

Greenlee: You won't know because I'm right. I know what he needs. I mean, our love is stronger than anything you can mix up in this, and you know how that works. Give me what Ryan really needs to get better. Give me his baby.

Simone: Ethan, I am so sorry. Please believe me, everything that you heard me say -- of course, none of it is true. I would never, ever use a baby to trap you into marriage. I mean, really, that is not who I am.

Ethan: Simone, it's --

Simone: I would never do something like that.

Ethan: I know. I believe you.

Simone: Are you playing with me?

Ethan: I don't think you'd be that sneaky.

Simone: I wouldn't. I wouldn't be that sneaky.

Ethan: That was quite a tap-dance downstairs. Who were you covering for? Kendall?

Simone: No, she can twist, for all I care.

Ethan: Greenlee?

Di: You haven't forgotten the childhood hell that Adam and I put you through. The school Christmas pageant? You were 6 years old. You had been rehearsing your song for weeks.

J.R.: Yeah. "O little town of Bethlehem."

Di: Mm-hmm. You started to sing it. Then you couldn't even get halfway through because Adam and I were playing tug of war with you in the middle. Do you remember how much you missed your dad when I took you back to Pigeon Hollow?

J.R.: You should've just told me to suck it up.

Di: Oh, right. J.R., right, tell a little boy to act like a man, even though his mom and dad are fighting like cats and dogs even long-distance. The one thing you always wanted was the one thing you never got -- the chance to love both your parents at the same time. It was always Mom or Dad, never Mom and Dad. I mean, God forbid you be allowed to love us both. You got hurt. Man, what -- what Babe and her mother did to you, there is no excuse for that, but handing out more hurt isn't going to help. It's going to come right back around and hurt your son and teach him how to hurt others. Now, Adam would probably like that, but I -- I believe you have better dreams for your son.

J.R.: You don't even know.

Di: You think I don't? Every single dream I ever dreamed for you I carry in my heart.

Di: Adam and Palmer -- they're not going to change. But you can. So can Tad, so can Jamie, even Babe.

J.R.: You don't even know what you're asking me to do.

Di: I know what I'm not asking. I don't expect a miracle. All the anger and the hurt isn't just going to shrivel up and disappear. But if you want me to stay, J.R., you got to give me something on faith here. You have to give me some hope for this family of ours.

Tad: Be prepared to be amazed by the Great Martini, ok? Viola. Now, I know you can't put this on, that you can't wear something like this in here. I just want you to know that from now on, this is waiting for a permanent home on your finger. And I realize this isn't the first time we've been through this, you know, and it's a lot to think about, but please promise me you will. Don't say no. Just try to imagine what it would be like to be Mrs. Thaddeus J. Martin. Because until you tell me otherwise, I'm planning a wedding.

Krystal: Tad, I --

Tad: I'll be back.

Joe: Jamie, I'd like to run something by you.

Jamie: Sure, Grandpa. What's up?

Joe: Well, I'm going to have my hands full at the hospital. I mean, I've still got my eyes out for a new cardiologist to replace Hayward, and now with Maria gone, I'm going to have to spend more time on the floor and less behind my desk.

Jamie: Just the way you like it.

Joe: Yes, that's true. But my paperwork seems to multiply like gerbils. I was hoping you might help me out there by managing it, you know, and maybe follow me on rounds.

Jamie: What, have you been channeling Aunt Phoebe? Me, summer job, hospital?

Ruth: Do you have a problem with that?

Jamie: I do if it's a setup. Letting me get a whiff of what it's like to be a doctor, making me want it so much that I ditch Babe for med school.

Joe: Jamie, I've got nothing to do with Phoebe’s plans, but I do know that you have a real interest in medicine.

Ruth: Yes, what better place to work and learn?

Jamie: Well, if you want me to be an MD, talk to J.R. My brother pulled the plug on that. And as far as ditching Babe, that's not going to happen, so don't even try.

Opal: Now, Jamie, honey, you know, Phoebs, bless her soul, knew exactly what she was talking about.

Ruth: Opal, butt out.

Opal: No, I'm just saying what everybody knows to be true. That little girl belongs in a cell next to her mama. Now, it's time for you to wise up and cut that little tramp loose.

Jamie: Grandma, stop it, or you will not be happy.

J.R.: Excuse me. Listen up, everyone. You are all -- all invited to Little Adam's first Chandler Fourth of July Picnic a Memorial Park, followed by fireworks.

Opal: Well, in this crowd, that's a given.

Di: Oh, and, Jamie, please tell Tad he's invited, and anyone who wants to tag along.

Adam: You can all go straight to hell.

Babe: I think you just worked a miracle.

Ethan: I know you're a very devoted friend. Greenlee's very lucky to have you.

Simone: Wow. I've said that about myself. I've never known a guy or anyone else who's actually thought the best of me just like that.

Ethan: Well, allow me to introduce myself.

[Ethan and Simone kiss]

Kendall: No two people are better for each other than you guys. You finally found something with Greenlee that you could never have found with me or anyone else. And I want to see you get back there, Ryan. So does Greenlee. This is what she lives for.

Ryan: I want it back, too, Kendall. That's why I take the dark stuff someplace else, because I'm terrified of losing her.

Kendall: No, but, Ryan, you're not making it better, you're making it worse. My God, watching that guy pounding on you and watching you pound him back? Seeing someone that I care about in so much pain? I haven't -- I haven't ached for someone that way since -- since I told Bianca that she lost Miranda. Now, if it hit me that hard, can you imagine what it did to Greenlee?

Greenlee: I used one of those ovulation kits, David. The timing is perfect right now. I know this is the answer.

David: All right. All right, we'll do this your way.

Greenlee: Thank you, thank you. I love you.

David: I love you, too. So you're ready to do this, now?

Greenlee: Right now. Let's make a baby.

J.R.: So you're staying?

Di: You gave me some hope. Not a lot, but I'm not greedy.

J.R.: This holiday picnic is my limit. I'm not giving any more.

Di: Well, that's just something else we're going to have to see about.

Tad: Ah, there he is.

Jamie: Hey, Dad.

Tad: The man of the hour. Actually, my best man. Congratulate me. Your father's getting married all over again.

Jamie: Really?

Tad: Yeah.

Jamie: That's awesome. What made Dixie change her mind? And when, because she just said that you two weren't happening.

Tad: She's right. I'm not marrying Dixie, I'm marrying Krystal.

Jamie: Have you lost your flipping mind?

Babe: Hey, Mama.

Krystal: What are you doing back so soon?

Babe: I couldn't wait. I had to tell you about Dixie. You won't even believe what she did.

Krystal: Why don't you try me?

Babe: She got J.R. to play nice and invite all of us to the Fourth of July picnic with Little Adam. And she was actually pretty nice to me. I mean, she wasn't angry at me, and she wouldn't let J.R. go after me, either. And you know what, Dixie -- she said that she wants us all to play nice for Little Adam's sake, that we all need to be a family, so then that way my son doesn't end up scarred and mean the way that J.R. is, and I really think that this picnic is the beginning of it, Mama. She is going to make sure that J.R. plays fair, and I get more time with my son.

Krystal: Baby doll? She's not Dixie.

Ryan: You listen to me. I want you to pay attention. If Greenlee still has the baby idea in her head, you have to get it out!

Kendall: I've already talked to Greenlee, Ryan. I've already talked to her, ok? Listen to me, she knows how strongly you feel. She does. She's not going to have a baby to make things worse. Ok? She's not.

Ryan: Ok. Now I take back what I said. You are a good friend. Ok? You're a good friend to me and to Greenlee. I just hope that she keeps listening to you.

Greenlee: We did it.

David: Just relax. You need to stay still for at least an hour.

Greenlee: I know this sounds absurd and like total wishful thinking, but I can feel it, David. I'm pregnant. I'm going to have Ryan's baby.

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

J.R. (to Amanda, who tries to slap him): Don't be stupid.

Di (to David): Our deal? It's as dead as your beloved Dixie.

Jamie (to Tad): Admit it -- you will never love Krystal the way you love Dixie.

Babe (to Krystal): The truth is going to come out, but it's coming out my way.

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