All My Children Transcript Wednesday 8/26/09
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Marissa: I can walk by myself.
David: Oh, how soon they forget taking a bullet.
Marissa: I feel great.
David: Well, you're not great. You're still weak. You take it too fast, you could end up back in the hospital. Better?
Marissa: Yeah. Wow, this definitely beats the view at the hospital.
David: Ok. Anything you need, you let me know.
Marissa: Thank you for taking such good care of me.
David: Well, it's not like you had much of a choice. I practically forced you into coming.
Marissa: Yeah, you did. But then you backed off. And I'm only here because I want to be. And only for a few days.
Angie: I have your results.
J.R.: Wow, that was fast.
Angie: I'm concerned about your blood counts, J.R.
J.R.: How concerned?
Angie: I'd like to admit you, run a full battery of tests.
J.R.: What? Right now?
Angie: Yeah. We shouldn't waste any time. Just in case.
J.R.: What kind of tests?
J.R.: Can you be more specific? The low blood count. What does this mean?
Angie: That's why I'm ordering the test.
J.R.: Is this serious?
Angie: Look, J.R., you're asking me questions I don't know how to answer. I need to consult other doctors.
J.R.: What kind of doctors?
Angie: A hematologist, an oncologist.
J.R.: Cancer? You think that I have cancer?
Angie: I don't know anything at this point.
J.R.: Just say it, Angie. Say it.
Frankie: Man, he's some dancer, huh?
Randi: He hasn't stepped on my foot once.
Singer: Keep her safe while she's sleeping you can watch over her while she dreams
Madison: What the hell is taking so long? What's so difficult about signing a couple of papers? The next time I call, I want to hear that the check's in the mail, and you'd better mean it!
Jesse: Bad news?
Madison: Huh. Like you didn't know.
Zach: Did you forget something?
Liza: Yeah. Yeah, I did.
[As Liza kisses Zach, Kendall smacks her on the head with her laptop]
Zach: What the hell did you do?
Kendall: Oh, my God. Did I kill her? Did I kill her? I -- I -- I didn't mean to kill her. I just -- she made me so mad.
Zach: She's gonna be just fine. I don't know about us.
Angie: J.R., I think we do the test and then discuss a course of action...if it's needed.
J.R.: Just say the damn word.
Angie: If it's cancer, there are treatments, but there is no point discussing about what's ahead until we have the results. Now, I'm gonna schedule your test right now.
Angie: Look, the sooner we do this --
J.R.: I have to get out of here.
David: I hope you don't mind. I was completely out of soup.
Marissa: What's this?
David: Well, since we didn't get a chance to stop for a sundae on the way home...
Marissa: Master chef here.
David: Oh, come on. Let's not get carried away. It's a sundae and a sandwich, for crying out loud. Also, I hope you don't mind, but I invited someone over to keep you company.
Marissa: I don't need a babysitter.
David: I know that. I know that, but I am on call, and I don't want you to be alone. Besides, it's hardly a babysitter. It's Scott.
David: Yeah. You two are friends, right? He's a great guy. He's honest and straightforward.
Marissa: Everything that you think J.R. isn't.
David: Well, everything I know J.R. isn't. Marissa, come on. He likes you a lot. Who knows? I mean, if you give him a chance, you know, you might --
Marissa: This has to be a record.
David: Wait a minute. What are you doing?
Marissa: I'm not even unpacked, and you're going off on J.R.
David: All right, now wait a minute. I'm not the one who brought up J.R., ok? You did. But yes, you know how I feel about him. He's no good.
Marissa: I'm out of here.
David: All right, hold on, hold on. Ok. All right, I'm sorry.
Marissa: No, you're not. You thought you'd get me here and keep working me?
David: Marissa, come on. You can't expect me not to be protective. I know how the man operates, especially when he's drinking.
Marissa: J.R. has stopped.
David: He takes breaks. You just saw him. He was obviously drinking.
Marissa: No. Until I see him with a bottle to his mouth, I will not believe it.
David: Marissa, listen to me. J.R. has a self-destruct button. When he presses it, he destroys everyone close to him. So I'm sorry. I don't want that to be you. Now, if you would just give Scott a chance.
Marissa: Ok, one drunk night with Krystal doesn't give you the right to pick out who's acceptable for me to see. I'm leaving. Ah!
David: Look at that. Look at you. You're in no condition to go anywhere. Stay, please. Let me take care of you.
Marissa: Oh, fine, I'll stay. But you have to call Scott and tell him that I'm too tired to see anyone.
David: Hey. Come on in. I'm glad you could make it.
Madison: You told me that you would take care of having the investigation into Henry's death closed.
Jesse: My wife spoke to the police in D.C. She told them a mistake had been made and that under further scrutiny your husband's death was indeed an accident. Now it's in their hands. I've done everything I can.
Madison: You had better pray that it's enough, because if I don't get that money --
Jesse: Uh! Shut up.
Madison: And by the way, I talked to a lawyer. There's no way you're gonna be able to bring me in as an accessory after the fact. And the whole extortion thing, just try making that stick from a jail cell.
Jesse: You do know that I will do whatever it takes to protect my family. You know that, right?
Madison: You wave that "family" flag around like it's something special. Ugh, the way you guys stick up for each other and love each other till the end. I thought your wife was gonna take my head off.
Jesse: You're lucky she didn't. And that's what parents do when you mess with their children.
Madison: Not my parents. Just make sure I get the damn money, ok? Because if I don't, all that precious family togetherness is not gonna save you and your daughter-in-law from prison.
Jesse: One more time. One more time: It's out of my hands. You need to be patient.
Madison: I don't have time to be patient. I need that money right now.
Madison's Father: You've been saying that all your life.
Madison: Daddy? What are you doing here?
Madison's Father: I came to see you. Shall we?
Bartender: Can I get you something?
Natalia: Oh, no thanks. I'm just waiting for my brother.
Jesse: Would you settle for your father instead?
Randi: You liked that, didn't you? Oh, yes, you did.
Frankie: Sponge Pants is a natural.
Randi: I'm thinking that maybe we should give him a real name.
Frankie: What, Sponge Pants doesn't work for you?
Randi: No. What did your mama name you?
Frankie: Hmm. Felix? Poindexter? Mansford? Yes, Mansford.
Randi: Ok, please ignore the man over there who thinks he's funny.
Frankie: You know, the Slaters named their kid Spike.
Randi: Ok, don't even go there. No. He needs a dignified name, a name that he can grow into. Something solid.
Randi: Yes. And honest.
Frankie: Hey, what was the name of that church you found him at?
Randi: St. Matthew's. Matthew. Do you like that? Yes, I think he does.
Randi: Yeah, he does.
Frankie: All right. Matthew Hubbard.
Randi: What do you think?
Frankie: Matthew Hubbard... Matty. Matt-man. The Mattster. Yeah, I can get used to that.
Randi: Matthew Franklin Hubbard.
Frankie: I like the sound of that.
Zach: What the hell were you thinking?
Kendall: She was kissing you.
Zach: You could have killed her.
Kendall: Well, what the hell was I supposed to do, ignore it and go back to my cave? Turn down the sheets and sprinkle rose petals for the two of you?
Zach: Don't be ridiculous.
Kendall: Well, it's a good thing I stopped her before something else happened.
Zach: She came in here and kissed me. What am I supposed to do about it?
Kendall: Well, you didn't push her away.
Zach: Go upstairs. Take this in with you.
Kendall: I didn't mean to hurt her.
Zach: It doesn't matter. Go upstairs. I'll fix it.
Jesse: So you're what, here to gamble?
Natalia: No. Had the night off. I'm here to meet Frankie.
Jesse: Isn't that special? Got to love it, son and daughter hanging. Hey, you know, I'm off the clock, so can I join you? I mean, if you don't mind spending some quality time with your old man.
Natalia: No. It's great.
Madison's Father: You still enjoy your martinis.
Madison: I'm grieving. It helps.
Madison's Father: I doubt that your grieving period lasted much longer than it takes to pop a cork.
Madison: You and Mother didn't even come to Henry's funeral.
Madison's Father: Why would we? He married you for our money, and you married him, because you were bored.
Madison: Right. I disappointed you once again.
Madison's Father: I'm used to it. But here is your chance to impress me. You're gonna get off your designer backside and get a job.
Madison: You want me to get a job. What kind of work would I do exactly? I mean, yes, I dazzled at cotillion. I can ribbon at horse shows, and I know when to say "pardon me" instead of "excuse me," but, Daddy, I don't really think any of that qualifies as resume material.
Madison's Father: Somewhere under the alcohol and the self-absorption, there's a brain. I think if you put your mind to it, you can find a career.
Madison: You're cutting me off?
Madison's Father: Mm-hmm. Don't go to your mother. She's with me on this.
Madison: Fine. I don't need you. I am smart. I'll find a way to come up with my own money.
Scott: If this is a bad time --
Marissa: No, it's fine.
Scott: What did you want to see me about?
David: J.R. He's obviously drinking again.
Scott: And you love it. Another chance to take away Little Adam.
David: I don't want him drunk around my grandson. Something has to be done. He needs help.
Scott: So let me get this straight. You hate J.R., you slammed me for cleaning up his messes, and now you want to team up and help him?
David: Marissa's concerned. So I thought the two of you could maybe put your heads together and find some way to knock some sense into J.R., you know. I don't know. Just maybe an intervention or something.
Scott: And that's why you asked me to come over?
Marissa: No. David is hoping that you and I will spend lots of time together trying to help J.R. and will somehow magically fall in love. Because if I'm going to be kissing a Chandler, the only Chandler he wants me to kiss is you. This is David's idea of match making.
David: Can you blame me?
Zach: Why don't you just take it easy? You took a bit of a bump there.
Liza: Whoa, it was a hell of a kiss, but what happened to my head?
Zach: Uh, the door.
Liza: What? How did that happen?
Zach: Well, you know how Jesse kicked it in. It was just kind of hanging on, and then it fell. I should get you to the hospital.
Liza: No. Come on, you can't leave your sons.
Zach: Well, you can't drive yourself.
Liza: Please, come on. I'm fine. I'm fine. Whoa.
Zach: I will call them, and they will send somebody over here.
Liza: Burning steaks and flying doors -- you sure this house isn't possessed?
Zach: Hey, how you doing? Zach Slater calling. 33 Treeline Circle. Had a bit of an accident at the house. Head injury and we'd -- no, I don't think it's life-threatening, otherwise I would have called 911. No. Absolutely. Send somebody. Great. Thank you for your help. That's awesome. Can I get you some water?
Liza: No. No, no. I'm fine. Just talk to me.
Zach: I can talk to you about water. If you want some water, I'll get you some water.
Liza: No. They say, you know, if somebody gets a head injury, you should talk to them and keep them awake and alert.
Zach: Ok. So what do you want to talk about?
[Kendall hovers nearby listening]
Frankie: I didn't know it was gonna be a family night.
Natalia: No, Dad was just --
Jesse: I was just in the neighborhood, keeping my daughter company. How's my daughter-in-law?
Frankie: Actually, she's not feeling so well.
Jesse: Oh. Is there anything we can do? You know, take her something?
Frankie: No, no. You know. You may want to call first. She's had a rough day.
Jesse: Of course, I'm gonna call first. Look, if there's anything you need, she needs, I got you on speed dial. All right, well, listen, here.
Frankie: Oh, come on, you don't have to do that.
Jesse: Hey, it's my treat. Now, if any of that hits a winning table, who's your daddy?
Natalia: You my daddy.
Jesse: That's what I'm talking about. All right, y'all have fun and don't break laws.
Natalia: All right. I hate lying to him.
Frankie: Yeah, well, um, we have no choice. If we tell him, then what?
Natalia: Dad will never sit on it.
Frankie: And I'm not gonna risk doing that to Randi.
Natalia: What about what you're doing to the baby's real mother?
Frankie: Hey, we've been over that. The baby was dumped. Randi's acting more like his real mother. You should see the way she holds Matthew.
Natalia: Matthew? Oh, you named him now? This is not gonna last forever. You know this is never gonna work.
Frankie: I'll make it work. Randi's happy.
Natalia: It's not real, Frankie. You know, she's happy, great, but how long is that gonna last? Look, the truth is gonna come out. The baby will be taken away, and then where will she be? How is she gonna recover from losing another child?
Frankie: She won't lose Matthew. I'll figure out a way to make it work, to make it legal. You said you would help me.
Natalia: I don't like this.
Frankie: Look, Randi's crazy about this kid. So am I. You've seen the way it changes her. Having a little boy to take care of, my wife is back. She's laughing again. She's dancing around the house. I got to do everything I can to keep a smile on her face.
Randi: What's wrong, sweetie? Are you not hungry? Huh? Are you sleepy? Maybe you're sleepy. Ok. How about we walk and talk and I can tell you all about your daddy and how much I love him.
Scott: I should go.
Marissa: I'm sorry, Scott.
David: Um, excuse me. Hayward. No, I'll take that one. I'm sorry. I have a house call. You two kids will be all right?
Marissa: Yeah. Look, I really am so sorry that David had you come over here.
Scott: Not a problem. I'm the guy parents love, remember?
Marissa: You don't have to take off. I could use some company. I know there's more ice cream, and I'm sure there's a beer somewhere, too.
Scott: I'm good.
Marissa: The part about me being worried about J.R., it's true. He looked pretty ragged, and he ended up trying to find an A.A. meeting tonight.
Scott: That's good. Meetings are good for him.
Marissa: Yeah. Me living under this roof is anything but. And I mean, if all this makes J.R. want to drink --
Scott: I'll tell you what, we'll keep an eye on him, ok? Think that's my cue to leave.
Scott: I know. You're sorry. We're friends. I get it, and I'm ok with that. And if you need one, you know who to call.
Zach: So you want to talk about us, us as in you helping me and my wife with the appeal process, and you helping me with Adam and the loan.
Liza: No, as in us as in the night at the casino. That passion we have. We needed it, we wanted it.
Zach: Well, that was one night.
Liza: Yeah, that I can't forget. I've tried to talk myself out of this. Believe me, I've tried to explain the situation.
Zach: People get weird about stuff like that, you know. They talk and do things, spend a lot of time together and sometimes --
Liza: Zach, please. Don't patronize me. Don't. I know what this is. I get it. I'm not... not happy about it. It's not the kind of woman that I am. I am not some lovesick, puppy-dog-eyes kind of woman. I see a problem, and I identify it, and I get rid of it.
Zach: And that's how you get rid of things? You walk into somebody's house and kiss them? That's not solving any problem, is it?
Liza: It's chemistry, Zach, and it takes two. And I feel it. Ok, if it's not chemistry, what is it?
Zach: Maybe it's compassion.
Liza: Maybe it's a connection. It's because I trust you. I mean, you could have told the whole world that I was faking my pregnancy, and you didn't. You didn't even tell Kendall.
Zach: We share a secret. That's it.
Liza: Is it? What is it? What?
Zach: I thought I heard one of my boys. My mistake.
Liza: No, this is my mistake. I thought getting this out was gonna help, but I guess not.
Zach: I value our friendship.
Liza: Ha ha ha. Door prize, yeah.
Zach: But I love my wife. And her being behind bars, it doesn't change things.
Liza: Fifteen years to life: That's a long time.
Zach: No. Not if you signed on forever.
Liza: She's very lucky, Kendall.
David: What the hell happened here?
Zach: David. You're the doctor on call?
David: Yeah, that would be me. Wow. So who ripped the door off?
Zach: It's a long story, but anyway, it hit Liza in the head.
David: Oh. It's a dangerous place.
Natalia: I have looked everywhere. I've done everything I can to locate this baby's parents. You know what? I'm really beginning to think that this baby really did fall from the sky.
Frankie: Works for me.
Natalia: Oh, don't give me karma and the fate and the destiny, because I'm not done looking. I'm gonna go through criminal records, and I'm gonna make --
Frankie: This baby is a little young to have a criminal record, Natalia.
Natalia: There are people out there who traffic in babies. This baby could have been held under the radar, because some baby farmer was selling him and something went wrong.
Frankie: Baby farmers. Doesn't it make more sense that some poor woman who couldn't cope left her child at a church in hopes that good people will give him a life he deserves? Randi and I are those good people.
Natalia: That's fine, Frankie, but you cannot just keep the child. You can't. Please, Frankie. Come on. Do something now. Do not wait until that baby is taken out of Randi's arms. Do you realize what that could do to her?
Frankie: I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen, look, with or without your help.
Natalia: Look, you know I'm on your side. I'm just...I'm afraid that you and Randi could get hurt. I don't think that she could get over it this time. Look, I got to go.
Singer: It's been such a long, hard time to get here
Marissa: I'm sorry that you got dragged into my father's drama again.
Scott: Hey, what did I tell you? Stop apologizing. Your father is a pain in the ass, but he gets involved because he loves you.
Marissa: Yeah. Maybe the whole love from afar thing wouldn't be so bad.
Scott: Kind of hard to do when you moved in.
Marissa: It's temporary. Definitely temporary.
Scott: Do you need anything else before I take off?
Marissa: I mean, I got the chief of staff as my nursemaid. I've got everything I want, whether I like it or not.
Scott: You rest. I'll let myself out, ok?
Marissa: Hey, you'll let me know if you see J.R., how he is?
Scott: Yeah, I will.
J.R.: What are you doing here?
Scott: You look like hell.
J.R.: It's been one of those days.
Scott: Did you get to that A.A. meeting?
J.R.: No, something came up.
Scott: Fifth of scotch? Look, Marissa will be glad to see you. She's been really worried about you.
J.R.: Well, there's nothing to worry about, Scott.
Scott: Yeah, I can see that. She's a good person, J.R. Don't mess with her.
David: You said the door hit her on the head? Follow my finger with your eyes.
Zach: Yeah. It was busted off its hinges, and it finally fell.
David: I'm surprised there wasn't more damage. Then again, I'm pretty confident you've got a hard head.
Zach: Is she gonna be all right?
David: Well, she sustained a severe bump on her head. You know, with a door that size, I'd like to bring you in for an M.R.I.
Liza: Oh, come on. Is that really necessary?
Zach: Listen to David. You should go.
Liza: Can't you just give me some aspirin? I'll be fine.
David: Listen to me. A door that size hits you on the head, you could be bleeding into your brain. You feel all right now, an hour later not so good, and then it's too late.
Zach: Go to the hospital, Liza.
Liza: Right, because it wouldn't be so good to have Kendall's attorney out of commission, would it? Listen, I'm glad we could talk.
Zach: I'm glad we're on the same page.
David: Shall we?
Kendall: "You could have told the world, but you didn't. Not even Kendall." What the hell was that about?
Angie: Hey. I was just on my way to my locker to change. You didn't have to pick me up.
Jesse: You kidding me? It's the highlight of my day.
Angie: Well, I need a highlight, and you're it. Tell me that yours was better than mine.
Jesse: Well, I did run into Frankie and Natalia at the casino.
Angie: What, Randi wasn't with them?
Jesse: She's not feeling too hot.
Angie: Well, you know what? Chicken soup will help. Let's drop some off, ok?
Jesse: That's a good idea. But, hey, let's call first, make sure she's up for company.
Angie: All right, I will. But no one turns down chicken soup. I don't know if it's the soup or the attention, but it makes everything better.
Randi: Shh. It's ok. Shh. Shh.
Angie: No answer.
Jesse: It's probably for the best. She needs to sleep. Bright side is, it leaves our night wide open to go home and do what we do best.
Angie: Ah, that sounds better than chicken soup. Let's go.
Marissa: Sorry it took so long to answer the door. I'm still moving kind of slow.
J.R.: It's all right. At least you don't have an I.V. in your arm.
J.R.: Is there something I could do for you, get you?
Marissa: No. David brought me some ice cream, but it's not quite the same when it's a big puddle. We just had a little argument.
[J.R. stares at the liquor]
Marissa: There's more food if you want something to eat, or if you're in the mood for another food fight. You ok?
J.R.: I'm great, except for all these games that people play.
Marissa: You lost me.
J.R.: We're attracted to each other. We connect. Except we take two steps forward, two steps back. Lose a turn. I don't want to play games anymore. That's why I came here... to do something about it.
David: All right. The M.R.I. won't take long, but once we get the results, we'll know what we're dealing with.
Liza: Do you really think that all that is necessary?
David: I'm not taking any chances.
Liza: You know, we said we'd get together again. This wasn't exactly what I pictured.
David: Well, the lighting could be better, but the company is excellent.
Liza: You really think that something is wrong with me. That's why you brought me in here, huh?
David: No. As I said, it's simply a precaution. Chances are you have nothing more than a mild concussion. So how is that beautiful boy of yours?
Liza: Oh, he is the best. So he rolled over, right? Just made me laugh. I mean, I know all babies do it, but he's just so damn proud of himself.
David: Well, that's great.
Liza: Well, you know, if something was to happen to me, what would happen to my son?
David: Come on.
Zach: It's a long story.
Kendall: I don't want to hear the story. I want to hear why you kept Liza's secret and why you didn't tell me that she was never pregnant.
Zach: Why? Because it's a secret. You didn't need to know.
Kendall: Zach, I'm your wife. We shouldn't have secrets.
Zach: There's a lot of things that husbands and wives shouldn't do to each other.
Kendall: I thought it was just one night. You and Liza, sex, that's it. That's what you said. But this, sharing secrets. That's something to get cozy with, just the two of you. A reason to confide in each other and put your heads together. Did you tell her the part where your wife doesn't understand you?
Zach: If I told you now that you were overreacting, would you believe me?
Kendall: Zach, I am trapped in a room completely dependent on you for everything. I have no control. But Liza's free. She's free to make her own choices. She comes and goes as she pleases. And she seems to please you.
Zach: Well, you're not trapped in a room now, are you, but maybe you should be. Go to bed.
Kendall: Oh, that's it. Ok, send me back to my room. Lock me in for the night and shut me up. That'll work. I want to please you, Zach. I want to make you happy and I can't. But Liza...
Zach: Liza what?
Kendall: You have feelings for her, don't you?
Zach: I don't. You heard that, didn't you? You listened to everything.
Kendall: You had to say that because you knew I was listening. Zach, I thought that Liza's baby might have been yours. You could have told me then --
Zach: I kept her secret for you. I blackmailed her so she would be your lawyer.
Kendall: Well, you still could have told me. Do you know how many nights I stared at the ceiling wondering, thinking that there was something more between you and Liza? You denied it, but I was right. You chose her over me. You shared something with her that you kept from me. Now, maybe you think because it wasn't sex it doesn't count, but you know what? I've seen the two of you together, I felt it. It's there.
[Kendall saunters upstairs]
J.R.: David hates me. That's never gonna change, so maybe you should just cut me loose right now.
Marissa: What? First you don't want to play games about whatever it is we have and now you want to end it?
J.R.: There's nothing about you that I want to end. I just don't want to live half a life. You know... one minute you're planning a wedding...a family...life. And then it's gone. You know, it's true what they say. You really don't appreciate what you have until it's gone, and I know that better than anyone.
Marissa: Has something happened? What's wrong?
J.R.: Maybe what we should do is just stop wasting so much time.
[J.R. kisses Marissa]
Singer: This weathered skin stripped away of all our sins
Frankie: Your drink is still full, so you can't be upset 'cause you need another drink.
Madison: My father, uh, he just cut me off, and the insurance company hasn't paid.
Frankie: Well, if you sell some of that jewelry you got, you may survive for a couple of months.
Madison: Oh, yeah. Yeah, make a joke. You know, if your wife hadn't killed my husband, I wouldn't be in this position.
Frankie: Hey, hey, relax.
Madison: Your father helped her. Your mother interfered with the investigation. Your family has ruined my life.
Frankie: I'm sorry that you're having a bad time, but there's nothing I can do about it.
Madison: Oh. Like hell there isn't. If you want to keep that hooker wife of yours out of jail, forget the insurance for now. You deliver some cash personally.
[Knock on door]
Randi: Shh. Oh, my God, you need to help me.
Natalia: What happened?
Randi: It's Matthew. The baby. He's been crying all day, and he doesn't want to eat and for sure he has a temperature.
Natalia: Oh. He is hot.
Randi: What do I do?
Liza: So? Talk to me. How am I?
David: Something just isn't adding up. A door that weight and size hitting you, it's not possible. The damage would be much more extensive, especially to your neck and shoulders, ok, and your spinal column. There would be a bruising pattern right there on your neck and shoulders.
Liza: So what are you saying?
David: Well, based on the nature of your injury, I'd say it wasn't a door that hit you, but a person.
[Zach finishes fixing his front door then checks on the children]
Zach: The boys are asleep.
Kendall: You say you love me. Then prove it.
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