One Life to Live Transcript Tuesday 4/24/07
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Marcie: I donít give a flying fig what the school board says! These kids want to do "Oklahoma!," Ok? They should be able to do "Oklahoma!"
Cole: Wow. Mr. McBainís going to have a stroke.
Langston: Hopefully not before she grades our papers.
Starr: Did you even, like, read "Oedipus Rex"?
Cole: Hmm, just the online study guide.
Cole: Well, at least we donít have to do that play.
Amber: Can we just bail, please?
Henry: Britney, I've been thinking about that history paper that you asked me to write, and I'm pretty sure that I can get it done in time for us both to go to Heatherís Sweet-16 party.
Amber: If I have to stay here any longer, I'm going to hurl.
Britney: Ok, will you shut up? Mrs. McBainís over there.
Marcie: All right, bye. Whew. I struck out. "Oklahomaís!" Off.
Henry: What about another play?
Marcie: I tried, Henry. I tried, but the school board wonít give us the money for -- to do the rights to any play.
Britney: Ok. I'm out of here. Letís go.
Todd: Come on in. So you know something about my son?
Woman: I'm not entirely positive, but our agency is small --
Todd: Well, either you do or you donít. Donít screw with me.
Blair: Ok, Todd, Todd, Todd -- sheís just trying to help.
Woman: I wouldnít dream of misleading you, not about something as important as a child.
Todd: All right, then what do you know?
Woman: I actually remember this particular case as clear as day, and I'm willing to share with you everything I can.
Todd: All right, cough it up.
Woman: On one condition.
Todd: Oh. Here we go. How much?
Woman: I need you to prove to me the child is yours.
Rex: Come on, Adriana, pick up. Pick up! Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up!
Tateís voice: Adriana Cramer is the most incredible woman the Tate has ever known!
Tateís voice: Whoo!
Adrianaís voice: Hi, this is Adriana Cramer. I canít take your call right now.
Adrianaís voice: But leave me a message --
Adrianaís voice: And I'll get right back to you.
[Answering machine beeps]
Rex: Adriana, hey. Itís me -- again. Call me, ok?
Man: Excuse me, Ms. Cramer? I need you to sign a release.
Adriana: For what?
Man: For appearing on camera.
Adriana: Oh -- and if I donít sign it, what? We go back in time and pull the segment?
Man: Well, I guess you could always sue.
Adriana: You can blame TV for a lot, but not for your boyfriend never wanting to speak to you. Oh, no. That honor goes to Tate Harmon.
Michael: Ok. What are we dealing with?
E.M.T.: A 5-year-old kid, about 20 kilograms, hit by a car. Found her down and semiconscious. Obvious head trauma, multiple lacs, head, face, extremities.
Cristian: Thatís Jamie, Michael.
Michael: Yes, I know that, and we are going to do everything we can to take care of her. Jamie -- Jamie, honey, can you hear me? Jamie, can you open your was she at all conscious?
E.M.T.: She was crying when we got there, then became lethargic, followed by L.O.C.
Cristian: Michael --
Michael: Will you give me some space?
Cristian: Sheís my niece, man.
Michael: I understand that, ok?
Nurse: Pulse rateís slowing down, doctor.
Michael: Ok, ringers wide open. I want you to call radiology. We need a CT scan, an MRI, and page Dr. Miller.
Michael: Howís her pressure holding up?
Antonio: Is she --
Cristian: We donít know.
Vincent: Excuse me, Mrs. Davidson?
Vincent: I donít know if you remember me, but I'm Vincent Jones, Natalieís friend.
Viki: Yes, of course, I remember you, Mr. Jones. You sent that sinful dessert over to our table a while back.
Vincent: Yeah, well, I'm assuming "sinful" is a good thing.
Viki: What can I do for you?
Vincent: Itís just I havenít seen Natalie in a few days. And I was wondering how sheís doing.
Rex: Nice job, Balsom. Howís she going to call you now? Assuming she wants to call you. I swear, if that dumb jock has hauled her off into his own private batting cage, I'm going to take my bat, I'm -- hello? I need a number in New York. That TV show, "The View."
Tate: Thereís a whole cart full of fruit out there. We missed the doughnuts. Somebody must have snagged them before the cart even stopped rolling.
Adriana: Tate --
Tate: Some show, huh? Who -- who knew so much work went into a bunch of people standing on stage, yapping and yammering --
Adriana: Tate --
Tate: But I did learn a lot about womenís issues and --
Adriana: Do you remember our talk in the limo?
Tate: About the champagne?
Adriana: No, about how you werenít going to do your little show thing.
Tate: I didnít.
Adriana: Oh, come on! Jumping up on that chair, proclaiming your love to me? If that is the real you, I donít even want to know you.
Todd: I'll tell you what I can prove -- my kid was stolen from me and just sold off.
Woman: If you're implying that I'm party to something that would endanger the welfare of a child, you are sadly mistaken, Mr. Manning. Our agency is licensed and fully accredited.
Todd: Oh, I'm sorry. Blair, would you collect the scrapbook with all the precious memories I've never made of him?
Woman: If you're going to be difficult about this --
Blair: You know, heís just upset, Ms. Bromley, really. Canít you tell what this child means to him?
Todd: Ms. Bromley, the only thing I have of this kid is a blanket. Thatís it. I have never seen him. I was told that he drowned, actually, so I donít know how I could ever prove to you that I'm his father. Do you?
Ms. Bromley: I donít know.
Todd: Ahem. Well, neither do I, so if you can -- if you can tell me where he is, we'll find him, and I will do a DNA. test. Thatís the only thing I can think of.
Ms. Bromley: I'm sorry, but this adoption was sealed. Itís my duty to protect these records. I canít very well release them to any Tom, Dick, or Harry.
Todd: Do you think I'm screwing around here, lady?
Blair: Ms. Bromley, wait. You know, he -- as I said, heís just -- heís upset, and we appreciate your concern for -- for children. I wish somebody as responsible as you had taken care of my case.
Ms. Bromley: You were adopted?
Blair: Well, not -- I actually wasnít that lucky. I just went from foster home to foster home. The Gerber Agency never actually placed me.
Ms. Bromley: Gerber?
Ms. Bromley: They were the most disreputable agency I've ever come across.
Blair: Well, then you know what I'm talking about. They didnít care about us, no matter how neglected or abused we were.
Ms. Bromley: You poor thing. You'll be glad to know a federal investigation closed them down years ago.
Blair: Well, good. Good. Then no other child can suffer because of them. Thatís great.
Ms. Bromley: Thatís why I'm so careful about our children.
Blair: Ms. Bromley, a child placed in their own home with their parents that both love them and want them -- thatís the best place for a child, and Todd here -- itís killing him not to know where his son is, a son that was taken from him. That was wrong. Wrong. And you know what? We can make it right. Please, Ms. Bromley -- please, just -- will you help us?
Antonio: Michael, is my daughter going to be all right?
Michael: She needs another line. Get me that 16 gauge.
Paige: whatís going on?
Michael: A car accident. Unconscious. Possible severe head trauma.
Paige: Any sign of edema?
Michael: She has a contusion here, and swelling here. Get trauma one ready.
Antonio: What is wrong with her? What is wrong?
Michael: She is going to be ok, Antonio. I promise you. We need to move her, now.
Paige: Letís go.
Jessica: No, I'm sorry, Antonio, you have to stay.
Antonio: My daughter needs me!
Cristian: Let the doctors do their jobs. She needs you to stay away.
Antonio: No, no!
Jessica: Antonio --
Antonio: I want my daughter! I want my daughter! I want my daughter.
Tate: How mad are you?
Adriana: Tate, if it was just you doing cartwheels around the stage like a nut job, that would have been bad enough, but it wasnít just you! You paraded me around on national television like I was your trophy girlfriend!
Tate: So why didnít you just tell people the truth?
Adriana: Donít even try blaming this on me. I am not the one that just put us on the front page of "The Sun" tomorrow.
Tate: And is that such a bad thing?
Adriana: Yes! Yes, it is. When I have a boyfriend, it is.
Tate: Well, just think of all the free publicity exposed is going to get out of this.
Adriana: So thatís what this was? It was a publicity stunt?
Tate: Call Layla right now. I bet you canít even get through because the phone lines are jammed with people wanting your underwear.
Adriana: Either you really donít care about me at all, or you're lying through your bleached teeth.
Marcie: Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Can I have your attention? Look, before you guys leave, I just -- I want to say thank you for coming out, you know? For giving it your all. I really appreciate it. You guys have so much talent, and I -- I just think itís going to be a shame, you know, that the rest of the schoolís not going to be able to see it, so -- well, thatís it. Thatís all I wanted to say. Thanks. Unless -- you know, unless you think you're capable of rising to the occasion. I mean, that is, if you are up to it.
Ms. Bromley: You seem like a good person, Ms. Cramer. I perform a lot of background checks. I can tell.
Blair: Oh. Well, thank you, and -- and we appreciate your concern for the children.
Ms. Bromley: And you understand why I must be sure Mr. Manning is the childís father.
Blair: Oh, no, no -- we understand, I understand. You do, too, donít you, Todd?
Todd: Yeah, yeah -- so now that we got that out of the way, where the hell is my kid?
Ms. Bromley: Oh, heavens, no. That -- thatís not how this is going to work at all.
E.M.T.: Pulse is dropping. Sheís bradying down.
Antonio: How did this happen? How the hell did this happen? How could I let something like this happen to my little girl?
Cristian: You didnít have anything to do with this.
Antonio: I'm supposed to protect her, damn it. What if she --
Jessica: No, donít. Donít. Donít do that, ok? Sheís strong. Sheís strong, just like you, and sheís going to be ok. We have to start believing that.
Carlotta: Antonio --
Cristian: Mami, I'm glad you're here.
Carlotta: Oh. Jamieís been in an accident?
Antonio: She was hit by a car.
Carlotta: Ay, Dios. How is she?
R.J.: Is Jamie all right?
Antonio: The doctors --
R.J.: Yes or no? Is she all right?
Antonio: We donít know.
R.J.: Oh -- Cristian said something about her getting hit by a car? Who was with her?
Cristian: It was an accident, R.J.
R.J.: No, listen, listen. Spilled milk is an accident. Jamie in the emergency room fighting for her life is the fault of an adult. Who was with her?
Antonio: Nobody. No-- nobody was with her.
R.J.: Why the hell not?
Antonio: I donít know.
R.J.: You donít -- you donít know? Man, I'm --
Cristian: R.J. -- R.J., relax.
R.J.: Take your hands off me!
Cristian: Relax, or leave!
R.J.: I'm not going anywhere.
Carlotta: Everybody, stop it! Now, Jamie needs us to be united. She doesnít need us fighting against one another.
R.J.: Vega, if my granddaughter doesnít walk out of here on her own, the way god made her, it is on your head.
Jessica: Itís not Antonioís fault. If you want to blame someone, blame me.
Viki: Have you and Natalie had a falling-out of some sort?
Vincent: Oh, no, no. Natalie and I are still tight. Itís just I've been working on a new project, and we havenít crossed paths like we normally do.
Viki: I see.
Vincent: Yeah. And I know that sheís going through something really tough right now in the whole breakup with John.
Viki: Thank you for your concern. May I ask you why you are so interested in my daughter?
Tate: I'm sorry if I got carried away.
Adriana: I'm sorry, too, because I donít know how I'm going to explain this to Rex.
Tate: Well, maybe he didnít see it.
Adriana: Oh -- heís going to hear about it, Tate! God, how could you do this to me? I'm leaving.
Tate: Wait, wait, wait. Adriana, just -- just hear me out, please? Ok? Look, they asked me how I felt, ok? And all I thought about was the -- the limo ride here and how you told me to be myself. Be myself, and be real. I'm not blaming you, I'm just trying to explain why I did it. Everything I did, and said, was real, Adriana, as real as it gets.
Man: Ms. Cramer, you have a phone call. Itís an emergency.
Rex: Adriana -- you just dumped me on "The View."
Britney: Oh. Are you calling us losers?
Marcie: No. But we suffered a setback, and you guys are just ready to throw the towel in.
Marcie: Look, the school board made a decision, right? They decided to take the money we were going to use for the musical and put it somewhere else, and you guys are just ready to give in.
Langston: Thereís nothing else we can do.
Marcie: You know, I'm disappointed in you, Langston. I never pegged you as someone who would just give up that easily.
Starr: Wait, Mrs. McBain, thatís not fair. Thatís not what she meant.
Langston: I'm not a quitter, I'm just not a follower like some of these other sheep around here.
Marcie: Well, that sounds to me like that is exactly what you guys are doing. You're just giving up.
Amber: So what? Who cares?
Marcie: Exactly, right? Welcome to generation apathy.
Britney: Oh -- oh, my god. Suddenly, I really want to do a musical.
Starr: Look, Mrs. McBain, you ripping into us isnít exactly inspiring. I'm sorry.
Marcie: Well, I'm just telling it like it is, Starr. When life gives you lemons, what do you do? Do you make lemonade, or do you just suck lemons? Look at all of you. You know, you're so busy acting blasť that you're not having any fun. You're bright, you're talented, and it makes me sad to see how apathetic you all are. I mean, whereís your fight? I, for one -- I would love to prove the school board wrong. How about you? You know, they think kids donít need art, and drama, and music. But think about your life for one day without music. What would that be like? It would be all algebra and calculus from here on out.
Cole: Ah, kill me now.
Britney: Well, what else are we going to do about it? You said itís a done deal.
Marcie: Britney Jennings is powerless? Less work for me. I already have my national bestseller. Really, you know, just gives me time to write the next one.
Todd: Well, I knew it. You got to want something, right? So name your price, Mrs. Bromley. How much does my son cost?
Ms. Bromley: I am no baby broker, sir. I was going to say that I -- I didnít bring the childís file with me.
Todd: Oh. So why did you show up? You just like screwing with our minds?
Ms. Bromley: I think perhaps I was a little hasty in my judgment. A background check on you --
Blair: No, no -- you know what? Thereís no need for that. It'd take way too much time. And you know, the longer the child is away from the father, the harder it is to -- to reunite them. Todd, we're visiting in this town, and this lovely lady here is doing us a very big favor, so why donít we just show her a little respect, ok?
Ms. Bromley: Ms. Cramer, I appreciate your manners.
Todd: Ms. Bromley, would you mind telling me why you didnít bring the files, please?
Ms. Bromley: Mr. Gray is in his office. I couldnít very well retrieve the files while he was sitting there, could I?
Blair: Oh, we understand that itís putting you in a terrible position, but how quickly do you think that you can get the files for us?
Ms. Bromley: Well, sometime today.
Ms. Bromley: I'll go now. That is, if Mr. Manning has no more insults to hurl.
Blair: No, he doesnít. Let me show you out.
Ms. Bromley: Oh -- I have something from my personal files. I keep snapshots of all our children. Itís not much, but itís something.
Blair: Thank you. You want to see your son?
Jessica: If you need to take it out on someone, R.J., then take it out on me, because I started this whole thing.
Nash: Jessica, donít. Just -- playing the blame game isn't going to help anyone here, all right?
R.J.: You have no say in anything thatís going on here.
Cristian: All right, all right, letís just relax. Just try to relax. Can we just -- pray or something?
Carlotta: Itís the best thing we can do.
Antonio: Howís my daughter?
Paige: Jamie has pulled through. Sheís stable for now.
Antonio: Oh, thank god.
Michael: Well, sheís not exactly out of the woods just yet.
Antonio: What does that mean?
Michael: Well, when dealing with head trauma, a lot of times the fluid that surrounds the brain is not strong enough to absorb --
Antonio: Brain? Sheís got brain damage?
Michael: No, at least not right now.
Carlotta: Oh, thank God.
Michael: Now, we're going to be observing her very closely tonight, but I think itís safe to say sheís going to pull through.
Antonio: I want to be with her.
Michael: The nurses are making sure that sheís comfortable. As soon as they say itís ok, you can see your daughter.
Antonio: Thank you.
Carlotta: Thank you, doctor. Well, we're going to be here for a while, so I'm going to go get us something in the cafeteria, ok?
Antonio: All right. Gracias, Mami.
Carlotta: De nada.
Nash: I'm going to call the sitter and check on Bree. But I'd like to stick around if thatís ok.
Cristian: You've done enough -- time to leave.
Jessica: If you want me to go, Antonio, I will. Whatever you want, I'll do.
Antonio: No, I want you to stay. I canít do this without you.
Jessica: Come here.
Adriana: How much of "The View" did you see, Rex?
Rex: Enough. Look, if you wanted to break up with me, you could've just told it to my face. You didnít have to broadcast it on national TV.
Adriana: You donít understand.
Rex: No, no -- yeah, no! Brr -- I totally get it! You want the Tate.
Adriana: No, I donít!
Rex: Oh, then -- then what was all that jumping up and down about, huh, like some freakin' monkey on Prozac? Huh?
Adriana: It was Tate, it was totally Tate. I had no idea he was going to do that.
Rex: So, you're not breaking up with me?
Adriana: I love you, Rex. I want you. I donít want to lose you because E.
Tate: Let me talk to him.
Rex: Whoa, wait -- heís there now?
Adriana: I donít think he really wants to talk to you, Tate.
Tate: I just -- I want to have my say, please?
Rex: No -- yeah, yeah. No, put him on. I have some choice words to say to him, too.
Adriana: Itís your funeral.
Langston: Mrs. McBain, wait. Now we all feel terrible.
Marcie: Donít. Look, the money they're paying me to do this school play, I couldnít afford a bus trip across town.
Starr: Look, we get it, ok? Thereís a reason to this musical, but what are we supposed to do about it?
Cole: Yeah, if thereís no money to put the show on, then --
Marcie: Well, you have jobs, right? Seriously.
Starr: Well, I babysit for you sometimes.
Marcie: Ok, but what about the rest of you guys? None of you have ever had to work -- or raise money?
Britney: We donate money. We donít collect it. Thatís tacky.
Marcie: I cannot believe how easy you have all had it.
Starr: Yeah, but itís not even about the money. Even if we had enough, we donít have the rights.
Henry: We donít need rights if we do it on our own. We could write our own show.
Britney: Thatís -- thatís a good idea, Henry.
Cole: Yeah, but can anyone here write? I mean, come on.
Starr: Langston can.
Langston: Forget it. I donít do writing.
Starr: You do, too. She writes great poetry which would be good for songs.
Marcie: Langston? Hand it over.
Todd: You want a drink?
Blair: Well, I donít want you to drink alone. Sure, thanks.
Blair: What are we drinking to?
Todd: Adoption agencies.
Blair: Good ones, I hope. Cheers. You going to look at this picture?
Blair: Do you want me to look at it in case Spencer -- you know, has done something to it?
Todd: So when you were talking to Mrs. Bromley about those foster homes, were they all like that? Were they all that bad?
Blair: Some were worse than others, you know? Huh. One foster mom said I was like damaged goods, you know -- I had a crazy mom, rape child.
Todd: They'd say these kind of things to you?
Blair: Mm-hmm. Say it so much that sometimes you started to believe it.
Todd: Well, you turned out ok.
Blair: Compared to what?
Blair: Are -- are you trying to say that you're better off not being
Todd: Well, not if the parents you got are making you worse. I mean, what if the people who adopted my son are turning him into -- me?
Blair: Well, we're just going to have to wait and see who adopted your son and how he turned out.
Todd: Whatís changed?
Blair: What are you talking about?
Todd: Well, you're talking about him like heís alive. I thought you said this was all a big trick played by Spencer.
Blair: Well, it might be. But the more and more time goes by, I think we both know that your son is alive. I mean, I can feel that, you can feel that, and if heís out there, we'll find him.
Todd: Thatís what I'm afraid of.
Todd: You know, what if I donít know him when I see him? What if I donít even know my own son?
Starr: Well, what do you think? Is Langstonís stuff awesome, or what?
Marcie: I think thereís some really great stuff here, definitely. What do you guys think? I think thereís lots of potential.
Cole: Ok, so we're really going to do this?
Starr: If Langston says itís ok.
Langston: Oh, my stuff isnít performance-ready.
Britney: Oh, please, give it up -- you're loving the attention.
Langston: Not everyoneís an attention junky like you, Brit.
Starr: Ok, Langston, look, this could be fun.
Langston: Thatís easy for you to say -- itís not your name in the title.
Cole: Langston, everyoneís name is going to be on the program.
Langston: So, itís up to me? I'm the stopper?
Marcie: Well, the thing is we need your ok, you know, even if we're not going to pay for it.
Langston: Ok, whatever.
Vincent: Natalie and I, we're -- we're good friends.
Viki: Yes, thatís exactly what she said. I guess I just find the friendship -- odd.
Vincent: Why would it be odd, Mrs. Davidson? It wouldnít be the fact that I'm black and sheís white?
Viki: No, of course not. Thatís preposterous.
Vincent: Well, I apologize. You just never know these days, especially with this maniac running around town spreading hate. You know, heís burning down the homes of good people.
Viki: Yes, I know. And actually, I had hoped that I would never, ever again see anything like that in my lifetime because itís sickening.
Vincent: Yeah, well, some people are stupid.
Viki: We agree on that. I know you lost a friend in the fire -- I'm truly sorry.
Vincent: Well, I appreciate it. And I can understand why you would think Natalie and our friendship is "odd."
Vincent: But tell you the truth, Mrs. Davidson, we have a lot more in common than you think. You see, I'm from AC and I grew up running the streets, and we both kind of had to work our way towards respectability, you know? My thing was running with the football. And Natalie -- well, her thing -- you know, she had to overcome a lot with Roxy. From what I've heard, it was no walk in the park from what she told me.
Viki: Yes, and I'd give anything I could to have changed that.
Vincent: Oh, no, donít say that, Mrs. Davidson. Natalie is who she is because of what she went through growing up. And she is a fine human being. I mean, sheís a great person, not to say that your daughterís not beautiful.
Viki: Itís all right. Thank you, I understand.
Vincent: And -- and I'm just calling it like I see it, you know? Sheís not ready for any man right now, you know? And sheís still hurting over John -- we both know that. And if she was to get involved with anyone right now, it would just be a rebound situation.
Viki: Well, frankly, I think sheís handling it a lot better than I thought she would.
Vincent: I'm happy she kicked McBain to the curb. The man wasnít healthy for her, ok? She was all wrapped up in him and she forgot all about her own stuff.
Viki: What stuff is that?
Vincent: Her future. This girlís got big dreams. You know -- big dreams. She may not know what they are right now, but I'll tell you -- when she figures them out, skyís the limit.
Tate: Look, Rex --
Rex: Uh-uh! The Tateís not doing the talking now -- the Rex is, and you're behind the pitch, man.
Tate: Yeah, how do you figure that?
Rex: You may have money and a rep and a baseball bat --
Tate: Well, that sounds like a 3-0 count to me.
Rex: Yeah, but I've got the edge -- you know why? I know you, and how you like to play dress-up.
Rex: Oh, donít tell the Rex the Tate forgot about those pictures I have of you in womenís lingerie?
Tate: Huh. I seriously have no idea what you're talking about.
Rex: Maybe itís because I havenít doctored those pictures yet and slipped them under "The Sunís" door. See, thatís what happens when you become a PI -- you get trained to create things that will fool even your blind grandmother.
Tate: Hold on a second.
Rex: Stay away from my girlfriend -- got it? Or you'll be modeling more than menís boxers. Now put Adriana back on!
Adriana: What did you say to him?
Rex: Oh, never mind. I love you and I'll see you soon, ok? Turn your cell phone on, huh?
Adriana: It is. I forgot it at home.
Rex: That explains a lot.
Adriana: I love you, too. I'll see you back home.
Tate: Look, Adriana, I really want to talk to you about what happened today, ok?
Adriana: Oh, you mean how you completely disrespected me and now I have to fix things with my boyfriend? No, thank you. I'm going to do that, and I'm taking the limo.
Nash: I get it, I do -- itís a family thing. I'll go. But first, I'm going to say goodbye.
Cristian: I donít think so.
Nash: Well, some things I'm afraid you just got no say in.
Jessica: No, we donít have to talk. Actually, itís probably better if we donít talk.
Antonio: This canít wait. I'm sorry.
Jessica: You're sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?
Antonio: Judging you against the person you used to be. I promised to love you for better or for worse.
Jessica: Antonio, please --
Antonio: Let me finish. You made mistakes -- I'm not saying you didnít. But we were both there when she ran away.
Jessica: Antonio, donít, please.
Antonio: I'm her father. I'm supposed to protect her. And I will never forgive myself for what I did.
Jessica: I know. I -- neither can I.
Antonio: I love you. I donít want to fight anymore.
Jessica: Oh. No, neither do I. I donít want to fight anymore, either. Oh. Jamieís all that matters now.
Tate: This is my Adriana.
Tate: You got any confetti around here?
[Burst] Audience: Whoo!
Man: Dude, I'm going to need your mic.
Tate: Oh, my God. Did you just hear all that?
Man: Sure did -- every word. Thanks. You were fun.
Blair: When you see your child, you'll know him and he'll know you.
Todd: Sorry, I just donít have your faith. I do have questions, though.
Todd: Well, I've been so obsessed with finding this kid and thinking he should be with me. And then I -- I meet this -- this Bromley woman and it gets me thinking.
Blair: About what?
Todd: Well, maybe you're right. You know, sheís not such a bad chick and she obviously cares about where the kids go and -- what if the parents my son got arenít that bad? What if they're not screwing him up? What if they're good people and heís got a good home?
Blair: So what if they are? You're going to give him a good home, too.
Todd: Yeah, there are better parents than me, thatís for sure.
Blair: Oh, come on, Todd -- itís not true. You have great fun -- look at Starr and Jack.
Todd: Ahem -- thatís because of you. You're the reason they came out ok.
Blair: Thatís one of the nicest things that you've ever said to me, Todd. But both of our kids love you.
Todd: God knows why.
Blair: I know why -- because you love them. You love them with your whole being. You know what? You will love this baby, too. I'm going to go back to my room and -- I'm going to call Jack and Starr.
Michael: Hey, howís it going?
Marcie: Itís going better than I thought. What about you?
Michael: Rough day. Listen, I -- I just wanted to call and say hi. I miss you guys both so much.
Marcie: I love you, too.
Michael: I'll see you soon, I hope.
[Antonio sings a Spanish lullaby]
On the next "One Life to Live" Ė
Bo: Whatís up?
Natalie: I quit.
John: Glad I ran into you.
Tate: You really seem to be enjoying all the attention I've been giving you.
Rex: When I get my hands on Tate Harmon, "Oh," I'm going to kill him!
Antonio: I know about Nash.
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