All My Children Transcript Tuesday 12/20/05
Provided By Boo
Proofread by Gisele
Erica: Jack? Jack?
Jack: Wow. No one told me there's an angel in the house.
Erica: Well, no one told me anything, except the address.
Jack: And here you are, right on time.
Erica: What is this place?
Jack: You know, I would've had it gift-wrapped, but I understand there's a bit of a ribbon shortage right now.
Erica: What are you talking about? Where are we?
Jack: Our new house. My gift to us. Merry Christmas.
Bianca: Joyeux Noel!
Kendall: My God! Oh, my God! Binks! Miranda! You guys, this is exactly the kind of Christmas that I needed.
Bianca: Oh, I know. You topped our Christmas wish list, too. Oh, my God, it's so good to see you.
Kendall: Yes, you're gorgeous.
Miranda: Hey, you!
Kendall: Hey, you!
Bianca: Isn't she gorgeous?
Kendall: Give me some kisses. Give me some kisses.
Bianca: Plus de baisers.
[Miranda speaks French]
Kendall: Well, right back at you.
Miranda: Your pin.
Kendall: Yeah, you like -- I can't -- she's talking so much.
Bianca: I know.
Kendall: Can you believe your mom is teaching you French?
Bianca: Well, you know, when in France --
Kendall: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got something to top that. Can you teach her to say "Auntie Kendall's life is in shambles"?
Bianca: Oh. Oh, please. We've been through that. I invented shambles, remember? You put me back together once upon a time. So, in the spirit of the season, I am back to return the favor.
Erin: You know, barring any train robbers or maidens tied to the track, Jonathan should be rolling in to Pine Cone Central right on time with the old cannonball, exactly when he said he'd be home. Get ready to lose your sucker bet. 100 smackers on the barrel.
Aidan: What have you got? Well, keep on it until you do have something.
Erin: The old "let's play choo-choo train" while your guys pound the streets for my brother.
Aidan: Don't worry. There's no extra charge for bringing your brother home safe.
Erin: Well, your posse must be incredibly lame. I mean how hard is it to spot a tall, thin guy in a bright-red Santa suit?
Aidan: You know, this town is crawling with St. Nicks this time of year.
[Santa retreats down the secret passageway off the nursery.]
Krystal: Uh -- ahem. Liar. There's no mistletoe.
Adam: No more rum balls for you.
Winifred: I'm sorry to intrude.
Krystal: Jiminy Christmas. Winnie, what have you got there?
Winifred: Oh --
Adam: Hansel and Gretel's last known address.
Winifred: Lucretia made it for Little Adam. You know, the candy canes are the trees, and the windows are the spun sugar.
Krystal: Isn't that the most precious thing? Little Adamís eyes are going to be as big as saucers when he sees this candy palace. I think I'm going to wake him up and surprise him. Oh.
J.R.: Was that Little A?
Babe: I didn't hear anything.
J.R.: I'd better go check on him. Sometimes Patches the pony falls out of his crib.
Babe: J.R., you didn't hear Little A. The monitor's right there. There wasn't a sound. Please stop dodging my question. Is there a chance that you and I could get back together? Is there a chance that you, me, and Little Adam could ever be a real family again?
[In the nursery, the crib stands empty.]
Ryan: Whoa! Wrong room. My bad.
Erin: Ryan -- Ryan, get back here. We're kind of going for the holiday express.
Ryan: He invited?
Erin: Mr. Special Ops here put the train together for me. It's my gift to Jonathan.
Aidan: Chugs like a dream.
Ryan: Well, I mean, given your ghost of Christmas past, I thought you might want to skip the tree.
Erin: Well, I did, but Jonathan insisted. He wants a real Christmas this year with all the stockings and trimmings and everything.
Ryan: Ok. Well, hey, Aidan, thank you, you know, for everything, but if you got someplace you got to be --
Aidan: I should go. I should get back out there and join the search.
Ryan: Search? Search for what? Is something missing?
Erin: No --
Aidan: Your brother.
Erin: Jonathan is not missing. All right, he's going to be back any minute, as promised.
Aidan: Zach and I have had a tail on Jonathan ever since someone dangled Kendall off of the roof of Fusion. Only today, he slipped away from beneath our radar.
Ryan: Oh, he slipped from beneath your radar. You mean you lost him.
Erin: Jonathan is not lost.
Ryan: Would somebody just tell me what's going on here?
Aidan: There was a nasty scene at the mall today involving J.R. Chandler, his ex-wife, and that little boy that wanted to sit on Santa's lap.
J.R.: I went to the mall today to take my son to see Santa for the first time, only Santa turned out to be Satan. Little Adam was sitting on that wack job Lavery's knee. Talk about jingle hell. Look, I'm wiped out, Babe, so save me the touchy-feelies.
Babe: Telling the truth doesn't take that much energy.
J.R.: Oh, and you would know that how?
Babe: So that's how it is. You still don't trust me enough to take a second chance on us. Which means that you don't love me. See? I told the truth, no sweat. Well, I guess it's not like you're really part of my life right now, anyway. We'll just go back to how it normally was, we'll steer clear of each other, you'll never have to see my face or hear my voice. So, stick a fork in us, J.R. If we weren't over before, we definitely are now.
J.R.: Oh, come on, back, don't go all to extremes. We share a son.
Babe: Share? How exactly do we share? I mean, where's our photo album with all these family pictures? Picnics, bike rides. All these beautiful moments. I'm not in those pictures because I wasn't invited.
J.R.: You remember Thanksgiving.
Babe: Yeah, you needed an audience to watch you beat up on Di.
J.R.: The poisoning.
Babe: You thought I was faking it until you found out that Adam nearly had a stroke.
J.R.: But I took care of you. I tucked you into bed, and I stayed up with you all night.
Babe: Yeah. And somewhere in there is a man who's half human, who treats me nice and makes me feel welcome. And then I blink and he's shoving phony rings in my face and telling me to leave him alone and get the hell out of his face. Now, right now, that's exactly what I want to do, but I'm so sick and tired of being jerked around by you, and I need to know if we have a future, and I need to know right now. So if you can't give me a simple yes, I'm going to take it as a no.
J.R.: Babe, when was anything ever simple for us?
Babe: Back in San Diego. You and me on the dock. I fell in love with you the first time that you kissed me. Did you ever even love me, or can you finally admit that I was just a way to mess with your father?
Krystal: Little Adam is going to love this.
Adam: Oh, wait, whoa, no, no, don't wake up Little Adam now. It's a gingerbread house. It's not the Sistine Chapel.
Krystal: Aren't you just Scrooge with a scoop of Marley?
Adam: You ever see a kid on a sugar high?
Krystal: No, but I've seen a grown man with moonshine on the rise.
Adam: No. Well -- yeah, well, Little Adam with fistfuls of icing, gorging on gum drops. There'll be no stopping him.
Krystal: Aren't you Chandler men all the same? Get the urge for something sweet, and you can't rest until it's satisfied. You see something tasty and you just have to have a nibble.
Adam: Yeah, well, Chandler men hunger for a lot of things -- power, money. Beautiful women.
Krystal: Anything dipped in chocolate or platinum.
Adam: Thanks to my insatiable cravings, they were your pass to turning this place into a funky free house, fun-filled -- do you realize that my board of directors thinks I'm out of my ever-loving mind?
Krystal: Oh, yes. And did you catch their wall-to-wall grins when I said, "Y'all come back"? We ought to invite your friends over more often. Yeah. Light a fire under you. You need something fresh to mix it up with. You get your way far too often.
Adam: No. That's the curse of the master player.
Krystal: Well, you just need to find yourself an opponent who is up to the challenge.
Adam: Oh, I think I've already found one. A real contender. Sassy, smart, bodacious. All woman. And bad to the bone. So bad I might even be able to love her.
Jack: So what do you think? Could you see yourself living here?
Erica: Oh, Jack, I mean, it's everything we ever talked about wanting in a house.
Jack: Before Kendall dropped her little surprise.
Erica: And before you stopped returning my phone calls -- if I had called you.
Jack: I've missed you.
Erica: I've missed you, too.
Jack: You know, I've seen this all in my mind -- together, here, celebrating Christmas, the whole family.
Erica: Really, Jack? You mean that? The whole family? You didn't crop Kendall out of the Christmas card, did you?
Kendall: Look at her with her juice. She's a big girl. My goodness. You are just so beautiful.
Bianca: Isn't she?
Kendall: You're more beautiful than I remember. More -- oh, boy, look at her.
Kendall: Oh, I forgot your -- the Christmas presents. I sent them to Paris. Well, we're going to have to have a day of shopping, a girls' day out, you and me, with hot chocolate at Laceyís. Mmm.
Kendall: Yummy hot chocolate. Like hot chocolate?
Bianca: You don't really do the baby talk thing, do you?
Kendall: Well, not in French, no. "Parley-vous, Auntie Kendall?" Well, she's got a mouthful. "Parley-vous, Auntie Kendall?" She's very busy.
Kendall: Yeah, yeah, I see that. Don't tell me I'm good at this.
Bianca: Oh, no.
Kendall: I mean, even when I see a woman walk by with a stroller I don't lean down for a coochie-coo. It could be boy, girl, or a 10-pound bag of kibble for all the notice I take.
Kendall: Yeah, well, I'm just -- I'm not cut out to be a mother. That's all there is to it.
Bianca: Well, Miranda is totally jet-lagged. For sure she'll sleep through the night.
Kendall: I haven't made any decision about the baby yet. Since Greenlee left, I'm still in shock.
Bianca: Well, how long do you have to decide?
Kendall: Not long. A few days, a week, tops.
Bianca: What can I do to help?
Kendall: When people think about unwanted pregnancies, they usually mean a birth control glitch or partying without protection.
Bianca: Mm-hmm, or rape.
Kendall: Right. Well, I did this to myself. I wanted to create a gift, a miracle. I worked hard at this. I prayed. I sent out a written invitation to the universe asking some brave little soul to join a lifelong party that just got called off. I set up one hell of a cosmic hoax.
Bianca: Well, you had no way of knowing how this would play out.
Kendall: Well, I still don't. One thing I do know for sure is never take anything on faith. I -- I talked up Greenlee to be this loving mommy, and where is she? She bailed. I invite a child to be a part of a family that no longer exists.
Bianca: You still have a family. I mean, no matter what you decide, Miranda and I will always be your family.
Kendall: Bianca, this -- this baby was meant to be Greenlee's. It was my gift to her, a testament to the man that she loved, a man who chose death over holding his own child, a man who feels no connection to this child.
Bianca: Give him a break. I mean, he's been hit with nonstop surprises since he got back to town. You got to give him a chance to take it all in and make it seem real.
Kendall: This hardly seems real to me, and I'm the one who's pregnant. How is Ryan supposed to accept and deal?
Ryan: You know, my sister is very accommodating. Maybe it's the season, I don't know, but I don't share that spirit. You and Zach had no right to monitor my brother and to butt into our lives, none.
Aidan: You know, Zach and I have every right to ensure the safety of Jonathan's former victims.
Ryan: You know what I would have done? Just me personally? I would have slammed the door in your face.
Erin: Ryan, I let Aidan stay to prove that no matter what happened at the mall, Jonathan's not a danger to anyone.
Aidan: And, what, we should just cross our fingers, Erin?
Erin: What do you want me to do, Aidan? Do you want me to lock Jonathan up again like when he was sick? Because he's not sick anymore. And the only way that people are going to get that is by being around him and talking to him and getting to know him. Ok, that is our one shot for a normal and peaceful life.
Ryan: What are you doing? Why, Erin? Why are you doing this, wasting your time, explaining this to him? Why?
Aidan: You said that Jonathan would be back by now, and he's not.
Erin: Well, he likes the Christmas displays in the windows at Laceyís. Maybe he just lost track of time.
Aidan: I'm stepping up the search.
Ryan: Well, you know what, you're not actually not going to step up anything.
Aidan: You let go of my hand. Let go of my arm.
Ryan: I am not going to let you gang up on my brother.
Aidan: I said let go of my arm.
Erin: Hey, knock it off!
Aidan: Let go of my arm!
Jonathan: Ryan, Aidan, you're fighting. What'd I do bad?
Erin: Nothing, nothing, Jonathan.
Jonathan: The Christmas tree -- Christmas tree's broken.
Ryan: It's not, it's not.
Jonathan: Did I do something wrong?
Ryan: It's ok. It's not broken.
Jonathan: I did something wrong.
Erin: No. No, honey, I promise you, it was an accident.
Jonathan: Yeah, whenever the Christmas tree goes down, it's always my bad.
Aidan: Let me give you a hand.
Ryan: Yeah, I don't need any hand, ok, you've done enough already.
Aidan: I guess -- I guess you won your bet.
Erin: Take your money and get out.
Jonathan: Aidan, are -- are you mad with me?
Aidan: No. No, Jonathan, I was just a bit curious of where you've been to all afternoon.
Ryan: You know what? That's really none of your business, ok? He doesn't need to answer to you. None of us have to answer to you, so why don't you just get out.
Erin: Jonathan, sweetie, where did you go?
Jonathan: I went shopping for the things on Lily's Christmas list because her brain doesn't work -- work right when she sees too much red.
[Knock on door]
Sam: Lily, listen, about what happened, I'm really sorry.
Lily: Ok, number one, I am not stupid. Number two, I don't want to have sex. And number three -- and this one might tie with number one -- I still believe that Jonathan has changed.
Jack: Sweetheart, we're not going to have the Kendall fight again, are we?
Erica: No. No, I'm tired of fighting. I love you. I want our marriage to last.
Jack: I hear a "but" coming.
Erica: Jack, I just can't live with a man who shows such contempt to my daughter. I mean, you don't have to approve of her choices, but at least you have to respect her -- her right to make them for herself.
Jack: Honey, look --
Erica: No, really, Jack -- if you can't show my daughter some respect, some compassion, we won't have the family that it takes to turn this house into a home. It's up to you. I know how you feel about Lily and Reggie and Greenlee and Bianca. Can't you reach into your heart and find the same understanding, the same love for Kendall?
Jack: I will do my very best. Welcome home.
Kendall: Jackson, David, Reggie, Greenlee, etc. The list goes on. There was not really a lot of thanks going on at that Thanksgiving table.
Bianca: Well, Turkey Day in Pine Valley, where the feathers fly.
Kendall: Yep. I got the stuffing knocked out of me. Greenlee was kind enough to invite half the town to pay a special tribute to moi. Yes.
Bianca: Oh, my God.
Kendall: Yeah, Jack had some choice shots, David -- David went off on me, and those who chose not to speak, they just gave me the look of death and then walked away before someone could slam a pumpkin pie in my face. There was no way I could make Greenlee understand.
Bianca: Oh, right, how could you possibly do something so despicable -- love her enough to give her a child -- and hope and a future? You did the same thing for me when my life was a wreck. Thank God for you, Kendall. And the heck with Greenlee.
Kendall: Careful, Santa's probably listening.
Bianca: I don't care. I don't need Santa. I have everything I want right here.
Kendall: Yes, you do. You know, after the dinner, after the last stone was thrown, I felt injured, misunderstood, and misjudged. But now I'm starting to suspect that those angry, disgusted people really saw something in me, something cold and ugly and not quite human.
Bianca: What? Kendall, you are the kindest, most compassionate person I know.
Kendall: No, no, I'm not. Even cold-blooded reptiles feel some affection for their young. I feel nothing. Nothing at all.
Krystal: First you loathe me, and now you love me? Now who's on a sugar high?
Adam: I didn't say I love you. I simply admitted that it could happen. Or I could be bitten by a black widow spider, both with deadly results.
Krystal: Wouldn't you just love for me to sink my fangs into you?
Adam: The biting I'd be getting might not be worth the biting I'd be getting. Now, I think I'd rather pull you apart into little tiny pieces. Yes. Sort of erase you and Babe and your 18-wheelers from my home and my family.
Krystal: Well, bring it on, hombre. I can handle anything you got to throw. But if I catch you running down my Babe to J.R. or anybody else, I'll not only take your head off, I'll have it stuffed and mounted right next to Mr. Antlers over there.
Babe: You saved my life that night in California. You saved me with a kiss. It was like a fairy tale and my own prince. And we were golden until I messed up. But we were crazy in love, or at least I was. Maybe you were just pretending.
J.R.: Did it feel like I was pretending, Babe? No. I was crazy about you, too.
Babe: I want that craziness back. Is it really that bad? Don't you want it, too? J.R., please, where are you going?
J.R.: I can't do this. I can't do it.
Krystal: Hey. J.R. was looking all hot and bothered.
Babe: So what was all that whooping and hollering downstairs?
Krystal: Well, there was more than one shindig going on, if you catch my drift.
Babe: You and Adam?
Krystal: Yeah, hubby's trying to spice things up. Mix a little honey in with the vinegar.
Babe: Looks like you have a thing for his brand of honey.
Krystal: Oh. No, Adam doesn't fool me for one second. But the man sure does know how to pucker up.
Adam: What's wrong with you?
J.R.: Remind me why falling for Babe is a disaster.
Adam: Remind you? I'll have it tattooed on your forehead.
J.R.: Something just happened. She gets to me.
Adam: Oh, come on, son, get a grip. Don't be a mark for that blonde with the Bambi eyes.
J.R.: Sounds like we both need to be branded.
Adam: Yeah, well, it's not a bad idea -- "Beware the Carey Women." Yeah. A mother-daughter tag-team match as cunning and greedy as they come.
Babe: Honestly, Mama, J.R. wants me so bad he can taste it. But, you know him, he's fighting it like the devil.
[Babe and Krystal find the nursery empty.]
Adam: We can -- we can handle Krystal and Babe. I didn't survive Arlene Vaughan and Mary Smythe without learning a few things.
Babe: J.R., did you bring Little A down here with you?
J.R.: Last I saw him, I was with you.
Babe: He's not in his crib.
Adam: He's probably -- Winifredís probably stuffing him full of sugar in the kitchen. Winifred!
Babe: No, no, no. He was falling asleep. Winifred wouldn't wake him.
Winifred: Yes? Yes, Mr. Chandler?
J.R.: Winifred, could you explain to my hysterical ex-wife that my son's in the kitchen having a snack.
Winifred: Little Adamís not in the kitchen. Lucretia's gone to bed.
Babe: He's not in the nursery. Oh, my God. No, Mom --
Krystal: Don't panic.
J.R.: What did you do with my son?
Babe: Me? Nothing. I haven't even left the house.
J.R.: You didn't have to. You had an accomplice. That's why you came on to me, to keep me distracted.
Babe: No, I would never --
Krystal: Oh, God.
J.R.: Who was it this time? Was it Hayward? Or did you sign Jamie on for another kidnapping.
Adam: Krystal, maybe it was you and one of your trucker pals.
Krystal: Just shut up and simmer down.
J.R.: Krystal, my son is missing.
Krystal: I know, but everybody's jumping from A to babynapping without thinking straight. Now, Little Adamís probably just learned how to crawl out of his crib.
Babe: You really think so, Mama?
Krystal: Well, honey, all toddlers do it. First time's a shocker.
Babe: This house, it's huge. He could be in --
J.R.: No, the pool is gated. It's got an alarm on it.
Adam: All right, we'll all spread out. Krystal, rouse Lucretia. We're going to search this house, every room in this house, top to bottom. All right, I'm going to take the floor down here. I'll start in the study.
Krystal: Ok, I'll take the east wing.
Babe: J.R., we got to find our boy.
Jonathan: J.R. Chandler is a very mean man. He doesn't deserve such a sweet little boy.
Erin: I'm sorry he scared you, sweetie.
Jonathan: He wouldn't even try to listen to me. He didn't even want to -- want to try to understand that I'm not -- not the same.
Ryan: You know what, Hockett, it's ok. It's not your fault, all right? It's time that we quit this town.
Jonathan: What? No? Ryan, I -- I can't leave Pine Valley yet, Ryan. I -- I have very important things to do here.
Erin: Like what?
Jonathan: I still have to shop for Lily's Christmas list. I need -- I need a leather wallet for Jackson, a warm-up suit for Reggie, and -- and a figurine for Erica.
Erin: You haven't shopped for Lily already?
Jonathan: I tried going to the store next to the mall, but all the kids kept running up to me with their wish lists because -- because I'm Santa, and -- I didn't want to disappoint them. And I -- and I don't want to disappoint Lily, either.
Lily: I accept your apology, Sam.
Sam: Cool. You want to get a slice?
Lily: No, I don't want a slice. And I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore or your friend, either.
Sam: Lily, I was a jerk, ok, but you can't give up on me.
Reggie: Lily. Sam. What's up?
Lily: Reggie, be my big brother. Make Sam go home and tell him to never come back ever again.
Reggie: Did he hurt you?
Lily: He drank beer like he did last summer, and he called me stupid, and he got angry, and he yelled, and he threw his beer bottle and broke it. He hurt my feelings, and he made me see red.
Reggie: Is that right?
Erica: Prosciutto and melon, fettuccine and smoked salmon, this gorgeous lemon mousse. And my favorite sparkling cider. Jack. You know me way too well.
Jack: It's about time, don't you think?
Erica: You know, it's one thing to put together a perfect picnic. But this place, Jack -- I mean, you brought our dream house to life. How'd you do that, counselor?
Jack: Well, you know, in all the time we've been together, I've spent a great deal of that time amassing a huge amount of information on what makes you sigh with pleasure, smile with delight, makes those gorgeous brown eyes of yours light up.
Erica: In other words, you've been taking notes.
Erica: Oh, I want to hear more.
Jack: Oh, wouldn't that be a waste of time. I'm not going to tell you one more thing. Instead, I'm going to show you some of those things I've learned.
Bianca: It's perfectly natural for you to feel detached from your baby. You never wanted a child for yourself. You wanted him or her for Greenlee.
Kendall: It's a boy. A boy. My son. Snakes and snails and scuffed knees. And he still doesn't feel real or a part of me.
Bianca: No, don't go away from me. Come on. Maybe because you never expected him to be yours, you probably willed yourself not to bond with him.
Kendall: Who does that? Who -- who thinks of self-defense when they have a life growing inside of them? Isn't some sort of super maternal instinct supposed to kick in?
Bianca: No, not always. When I was pregnant with Miranda, you remember, I was afraid of her. I thought that because of the way she was conceived, I would never be able to love her. In fact, I made it all the way to the clinic. But then you were there. You, without a maternal bone in your body. You helped me make my decision to have my baby. And once I did, I found my love for her. And if you decide to have this baby, you'll have months to connect with him. The first fluttery kick. The first hiccup that ripples through your belly.
Kendall: What if I don't connect? What if I feel his heartbeat and I go through all the milestones right up to labor and delivery? What if they put my son in my arms, and he smiles up and me, and I still feel nothing?
Ryan: How are we going to do that? How are we going to convince Jonathan to leave this town?
Erin: Hey, point the car anywhere, I'm good to go. But what about you and Kendallís baby? Can you really just leave with all that unsettled?
Ryan: I reached out to Kendall, and she not so nicely told me to take a hike.
Erin: But once the baby's born --
Ryan: Look, Erin, I'm leaving Pine Valley, I'm not leaving the planet. Obviously I will tell Kendall where I'm going and how to get in touch with me if she wants me involved. But I seriously doubt that she will.
Kendall: Ryan's not a part of this picture.
Bianca: All right, but that's -- that's ok. You still have options. You could carry the baby to term and put him up for adoption.
Kendall: What, and entrap him in a life with another Alice and Bill, my adoptive parents? Strangers who I had nothing in common with, I didn't connect with, I didn't even feel at home with.
Bianca: Well, adoption is different now. You could screen the adoptive parents and make sure that your son gets matched with the right family. You could even ask for updates on his growth and development.
Kendall: Yes, I know -- open adoption.
Kendall: Well, what happens when my son starts to get curious and wonder why he feels like he doesn't belong? Wonder why his face doesn't match any in the family photo album? The day he finds out his birth mother gave him up -- I know that feeling. I know -- I know the pain of not being wanted. And when I think of all the hell that I put Mom through and the hurt that she gave back to me -- yes, of course, I have choices. But none of them feels right.
Erica: You really do know your way around.
Jack: I take special pride.
Erica: Oh, Jack, you know how I feel?
Erica: I feel like a new bride. I mean, you just carried me across the threshold. This house -- this house is just a fresh start for all of us.
Jack: So I guess I can sign that 30-year mortgage, huh?
Erica: You already did. You know you did. Because that's how well you know me and love me. Jack, I just see a lifetime of homecomings and celebration. Tonight is just the first of many, many more to come.
Jack: Happy home.
Erica: Happy us.
Lily: Good-bye, Sam.
Sam: Look, I apologized for being a jerk.
Reggie: You know what, Sam, I think it's best you leave.
Sam: Ok, well, I'm going to LA for Christmas to visit my mom and sister, Hayley, Mateo, Enzo. So I guess I'll e-mail you, and we can work things out when I get back. Jonathan's not better. I hate that you buy his new-and-improved act, and I hate that you trust him, the man who got away with killing my dad.
Reggie: Jonathan didn't get away with anything. J and I are on top of it, and he's going to pay for everything he's done. Trust me, Sam.
Krystal: No sign of Little A.
Winifred: He does so love to play hide-and-seek.
Adam: Find him, then, damn it! Find him!
J.R.: Little A?
Babe: Baby, just come out to Mom, it's ok! Sweetie? My God, we're right back where we started, and there's still no sign.
J.R.: We've searched every room on this floor.
Babe: We got to double search. Come on. Sugar, are you playing hide-and-seek?
J.R.: Babe? Just because Little Adam can climb out of his crib doesn't mean he can open doors.
Babe: What if he didn't climb out on his own?
J.R.: What if he was taken?
Babe: Oh, God, who would do that?
J.R.: He said that I didn't deserve to have a kid. He said that somebody should take him away from me.
Bianca: Well, whatever choice you make, Kendall, it will be the right one for you, and I'll support you no matter what. But for tonight, I think we should de-stress. We should break out the micropop and watch a chick flick, and I'll give you a massage and put you to bed early. No worries until tomorrow.
[Knock on door]
Lily: Sam called me stupid for believing in Jonathan. Do you agree with him? Do you think I'm stupid?
Reggie: No, Lily, I think you're one of the smartest people on the planet.
Lily: But you think I'm stupid about Jonathan, for believing that he's changed. He has changed from bad to good, but you don't believe that. You still think that Jonathan is a bad man, right?
Adam: Still nothing?
Krystal: What have you done with my baby doll's son?
Adam: You swear to me that you're not in on some plot here?
Krystal: Plot? If there is a plot, it certainly wasn't mine.
Krystal: No way, no how! J.R.?
Adam: No, not a chance.
Krystal: Are you telling me my grandson really is missing?
Adam: Yeah, yeah, this is Adam Chandler. I want to talk to Derek Frye, now.
Ryan: Come on, Hockett, come on. Just pack up your stuff. We got to hit the road.
Jonathan: What -- what about Lily?
Erin: Well, we'll pick up her stuff on the way and drop it off, ok?
Jonathan: Can I bring my train?
Ryan: Yeah, absolutely. Go ahead, get the train. Let's just kind of get a move on, all right? We're in a hurry.
Erin: I'll help you pack. Come on.
[Knock on door]
J.R.: Where is he?
Babe: One second, hold on!
Ryan: Hey, what --
J.R.: What the hell have you done with my son?
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Zach (to Erica): You're missing your annual divorce, so now you want to live vicariously through mine.
Bianca: So you might still be married.
Babe: Where is Little Adam, huh, Amanda?
Amanda: How should I know?
Babe: Well, you took him out of the house.
J.R. (to Ryan & Jonathan): Jonathan Lavery's dead. You understand me? You're dead!
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