All My Children Transcript Wednesday 8/24/05

Provided By Suzanne
Proofread by Gisele

Greenlee: Kendall, I'm not kidding! You're not sticking me with that thing again. Sid Vicious was nicer with a needle.

Kendall: Ok, listen, if you want another Kiddo with your egg, Ryan's bacon, and my frying pan, then you'll let me get to stabbing.

Greenlee: You may play the perfect surrogate mommy, but your lame attempt at fertility nurse stinks.

Kendall: I'm ready.

Greenlee: You know what, come 1 cc closer with that needle, and you'll be picking phone out of your ear for years.

Kendall: Oh, God, you're such a wuss. Wait, who are you calling? You can't call anyone. This is top secret.

Greenlee: The medical police.

Lily: I've never heard of boyfriends and girlfriends going on a breakfast date before.

Sam: Does that mean that we're boyfriend and girlfriend again?

Lily: Well, you asked me on a date, and I said yes. What else would that mean?

Sam: Nothing I can think of.

Lily: So are breakfast dates the new trend?

Sam: Oh, yeah. Well, you know, we're starting it, but who wants to be like everyone else, right?

Lily: Sometimes I do. But even when I try, it doesn't work.

Sam: I'm glad it doesn't, because you are totally unique, and that's what I love about you.

[Reggie spies on Sam and Lily at the Valley Inn.]

Mimi: Time to wake up, sweetie.

Danielle: Don't touch me.

Mimi: Danielle, what is it? What's wrong?

[Danielle abruptly sits up in bed and sees Garret standing in her doorway.]

Greenlee: Thanks, Dr. Madden, you're the best. He's on his way over to teach you how to give a shot that doesn't leave gouges.

Kendall: Well, I hope he gets over here quickly, because I have things to do today.

Greenlee: Like what?

Kendall: Call him and cancel him right now, ok? I can do this right now, and I can get out of here.

Greenlee: Why won't you tell me why?

Kendall: Because, because you're a big, fat chicken, and it's annoying, ok?

Greenlee: If I were a chicken, I wouldn't need those shots to help me lay more eggs.

Kendall: All right, then bend over.

Greenlee: No, not until Dr. Madden gets here.

Kendall: Oh, you are so chicken.

Greenlee: You're just mad you suck at giving shots.

Kendall: All right, then, prove it. Prove you're not a big, fat chicken. Bend over and stick this in your own butt.

Greenlee: Fine. Give it.

Kendall: Ahem.

[Kendall clucks]

Greenlee: I so hate you.

[Knock on door]

Greenlee: Who's that?

Kendall: I don't know.

Erica: Greenlee?

[Knock]

Erica: I know you're in there!

Greenlee: What should we do?

Kendall: I don't know, I don't know.

Erica: You, too, Kendall. Come on, open up!

Julia: Jimmy. Where are you? You said you'd be here early.

Jimmy: I got lost.

Julia: I gave you perfect directions. Come on, it's not like I've got all day to sit around and wait for you.

Jimmy: I made a wrong turn, Jules. Chill.

Julia: No, don't you tell me to chill. My life is on the line every moment that I'm here. I can't afford anybody to see you coming and going from this place, so be careful, all right? You're my only hope to find out who killed Noah.

Jimmy: I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Julia: Oh. Slater, my God, I could -- ugh!

Zach: I came in through the kitchen window. You may want to think about locking some stuff. You never know who's going to come in here. You're welcome. You're not real big on gratitude, are you?

Julia: I will thank you for nearly giving me a heart attack as soon as you tell me who killed my husband and where I can lay my hands on him.

Zach: Well, I can't, not yet, but I got some solid leads.

Julia: Screw your leads. Look, get out. What, do you think this is some kind of joke? I want you out of here.

Zach: You told me not to do anything behind your back, to keep you in the loop, so that's what I'm doing. I'm telling you I have some solid leads. You don't want to hear about them? That doesn't make sense to me.

Julia: Till you have solid proof, I don't want you wasting my time.

Zach: Why don't you tell me what's going on with you, and then I'll think about leaving.

Danielle: Seriously, Mom, I'm ok. I -- I just couldn't tell where my dream ended and reality checked in there for a second.

Garret: Must have been some nightmare.

Mimi: You're still a little shaky. What were you dreaming about that scared you this bad?

Garret: You know, I've had this nightmare since my, like, early 20s that stayed with me up till this day. I dreamt I was headed for the guillotine, right? Bad enough. My roommate then comes up and taps me on the back of the neck. I bolted out of bed like a bolt of lightning. Almost busted my larynx, I screamed so loud.

Mimi: Well, whatever it was, it doesn't matter now. It was just a dream, right?

Garret: Well, in that case, I better get ready. Morning, Dani.

Danielle: I'm sorry I freaked you out.

Mimi: And I'm sorry I startled you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to join us for breakfast. Garret and I are going to the Valley Inn to meet your Aunt Livia. We'd love for you to join us.

Danielle: Oh, I wish I could, but I have to work. I have my big product preview today. A bunch of glam slam beauty magazine editors are coming to check out the Fusion line.

Mimi: Wow. I am so proud of you. And far be it for me to get in between my daughter and her career. I know Garret will be disappointed that you won't join us, as well.

Danielle: Oh, I'm sure he'll get over it.

Mimi: You know, you have this "whatever" thing down, but I know better. I've seen the connection between you two. I mean, you don't hate the man, and that is huge. I was so terrified that you wouldn't give him a chance, baby, especially given what was going on between us when I first got back to town.

Danielle: I can see how much he means to you.

Mimi: Oh, he means everything to me. Life is so great now with -- with Garret, with us.

Danielle: I'm glad you're happy. Sorry to bail on breakfast.

Mimi: Well, we will take a rain check on that when you're rich and famous. We aren't going anywhere.

Sam: See, when I was 7 years old, these grits were the fort and then this was the cannon.

[Sam imitates explosion]

Lily: Well, I don't think grits look anything like a fort, and I don't think you can eat cannons, but I guess a sausage does kind of resemble a cannon -- in shape, anyway.

Sam: Hey, what if I told you that this was a pomegranate tree?

Lily: I'd tell you that that's too small to bear fruit, and I'd probably add that it looks like a sprig of parsley.

Sam: All right, did I gross you out playing with my food?

Lily: No. I like to arrange the food on my plate, too, but in geometric shapes, not as weapons or plants. I'd like to go get another Belgian waffle. I like the grids of squares.

Sam: You want me to come with?

Lily: No, I know where it is. It's on the second tray on the table. Hey, maybe while I'm gone, you can think of things that a Belgian waffle might look like. I'm not really good at pretending, but I like it when you do it.

Sam: Want to pull up a chair, Reggie, or do you like to eat standing?

Greenlee: Ok. Erica. Wasn't expecting to see you today.

Erica: No, I just got back from New York. I was working on my show. Actually, I was worried that you'd be all alone and really beside yourself, but I must say you're -- you're looking really well. I mean, Kendall, don't you think that Greenlee's looking great?

Kendall: Yeah, I think she looks ok, and since you're here, Mother, I have no qualms about leaving her, so I will see you later. Bye.

Greenlee: You can't leave now. Madden's on his way.

Kendall: Listen, I will take poking lessons from the good doctor later, I promise. I will, ok? I will be very easy and gentle, and you'll be begging me to give you shots. Right now, just hanging out with my mother is not in my day-planner.

Greenlee: What is?

Kendall: Don't let her bring you down. Call me.

Greenlee: Ahem. Erica, thanks for stopping by, but you don't have to stay. I'm fine.

Erica: Yes. Yes, I can see that. I mean, please don't take this the wrong way, but you actually look good.

Greenlee: Oh. No offense taken there.

Erica: No, I mean, you were practically catatonic, and yet here you are, you're up and about, your eyes are bright, you're socializing, back to your old self.

Greenlee: Isn't that a good thing?

Erica: Well, yes, it's just that it's so fast. I mean, you have to admit it's kind of unexpected.

Greenlee: Why don't you stop tiptoeing around and just say it. You don't think I loved Ryan or my baby enough.

Erica: Oh, no, nothing could be further from the truth.

Greenlee: Well, obviously something's wrong. I mean, you're looking at me as if I'm a freak of nature.

Erica: I'm looking at a woman who's done a 180 so fast that it seems too good to be true. So now would you like to tell me what really is going on?

Greenlee: In your book, mourning means black wardrobe veils and 24/7 tears? I'm actually having a good day. Somehow, that's unacceptable.

Erica: Look, I know how much you loved Ryan, and I know that having his baby meant everything to you. So I'm merely surprised to see you in a good mood.

Greenlee: Not anymore. You did an excellent job of bringing me down.

Erica: Greenlee, I came by to show you my support. I mean, now clearly I've upset you, but that was not my intention. Please believe me, I know what it's like to grieve. You go through all sorts of emotions. Kendall got happy Greenlee. I get angry Greenlee. That's ok. That's ok, take it out on me.

[Knock on door]

Erica: I'm going to get that. I'm going to get rid of them, because you need your rest. Well, Dr. Madden. What a surprise. I didn't know Ob-Gyns make house calls.

Julia: Yes, I'm sorry. Of course, I want to hear what you found out. It's just I feel lately like I've been wading through molasses. And I need answers, you know, yesterday.

Zach: Well, as I said, I have some solid leads. No names or locations yet, but my men are checking into some of the many activities of the man on the top.

Julia: Well, that's not good enough. I need specifics. Maybe if you were out there investigating instead of doing so much handholding, we'd actually be getting someplace.

Zach: What are you doing? You want me out of here, is that it?

Julia: Yeah, yeah. What do you think? I mean, instead of wasting your time with me here, you could be out there tracking that pig. I mean, come on, I'm not some victim in a TV movie. I don't need you telling me that my kitchen window is unlocked, and that there's some big man out to get me. I need answers.

[Phone rings]

Zach: Excuse me. Yeah?

Kendall: Oh, thank God you answered.

Zach: What's wrong?

Kendall: There -- there's a man, Zach, and he said he wants to see you. It's about Julia, Zach. He knows about Julia. Please, please, just get over here now, please? I'm scared.

Zach: Put him on.

Kendall: No, he won't. He won't discuss anything. I tried, ok? He wants to see you in person. He said if you don't come here soon, he'd --

[Phone disconnects]

Zach: Hello? I got to go.

Julia: Don't come back until you've got something concrete. Thank God.

Zach: Hey. Tell me about the police cars in the front. Good.

Greenlee: Thanks for coming over so soon. I wasn't fully there when you gave me the instructions in the hospital. I have some delicate questions about the miscarriage. Do you want to go to the den, so we can have some privacy?

Greg: Yes, lead the way. Please excuse us. This won't take long.

Erica: Yes, I'll be waiting.

Greenlee: Great.

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Simone: Ah. Yes. Oh. Look who decided to show up.

Danielle: I'm so sorry, Simone. Did I miss the whole presentation?

Simone: Well, yeah, but I was fantastic. I could've used your backup, though.

Danielle: I said I was sorry.

Simone: Yeah, but you didn't say why. I needed you, and this was partially your brainchild.

Danielle: It's not like I missed the biggest day of my career on purpose.

Simone: Excuse me, but don't take that tone with me. Need I remind you that I have the authority to convince Kendall and Greenlee to fire you?

Danielle: Fine, whatever. Go ahead, it'll be the perfect ending to an already hellish day.

Simone: Ok.

Danielle: Nice.

Simone: So something really is bothering you. Fine, you know what, don't tell me. Nobody ever tells me anything. I'm going to take my shimmer fragrance stick and mind my own business.

Danielle: Ok. How do you know the difference between imagining something's icky, and it actually being real?

Simone: I'm going to need a little more specific on the "ick."

Danielle: Can someone's actions be completely innocent even if you're vibing that they're a dead-on player?

Garret: I figured a buffet was the better idea, Livia. That way you could be sure I didn't poison your food.

Livia: Well, I would never figure you for poisoning, Garret. I would think you'd be a lot more subtle with your attacks.

Garret: Have you been letting her in on my little secrets?

Mimi: Garret likes to deal with people's feelings about him head-on.

Livia: Hmm. Well, we have something in common.

Mimi: You know, I'm not big on confrontation, but I do respect a no-nonsense approach.

Livia: You know, Mimi, I am only the sister of your ex-husband. There was nothing in that contract that said I needed to approve of your new fiancé.

Garret: No, there wasn't. So, can we stop talking about me, because that's just boring. What I would like to talk about, though, is Patrick "Red" Garvey.

Livia: What do you know about that case?

Garret: Oh, watched it religiously.

Mimi: Garret reads constantly.

Garret: When it went to trial, I was sure the guy would get off, but what you did, the way you turned him on the stand? Masterful.

Livia: It was definitely one of my finest hours.

Garret: You should -- you should tell me more about it. I'd love to hear about it.

Sam: Your dad gave us permission to be here.

Reggie: Well, my dad's a lot cooler than I am.

Sam: I don't want to go up against you or your dad, Reggie. I get why you're here. If Lily were my sister, I'd go crazy if she were with someone, too, but, dude, you got to give her some space. She knows right from wrong.

Reggie: Obviously she doesn't if she's still with you.

Sam: How am I going to convince you that I'm not trying to pole-vault from the pancakes into her pants? Ok, don't answer that. I don't care. But the point is, Lily's the most amazing girl I've ever known, and I don't want her hurt any more than you do. We're on the same side here. It's all good, ok? But it wouldn't hurt for you to find a way to spend your time, maybe find a new girlfriend.

Lily: I don't like what I'm seeing. I don't like this at all.

Jimmy: Hey.

Julia: Oh, Jimmy, it's so good to see you.

Jimmy: Oh, thank God you called me, Jules. Noah would go crazy if he knew you were out on your own.

Julia: Well, you're only one of a few people that I could've called. Noah and I, we always knew we could trust you. We got so paranoid, we couldn't even trust the milkman, but we always knew we could rely on you.

Jimmy: Oh, Noah. God, I can't believe he's gone, the brother I never had.

Julia: Yeah, I miss him every day.

Jimmy: Hmm.

Julia: Which is why I'm not going to go quietly. I'm going to finish what he started. Noah can't just disappear. He couldn't have been murdered for nothing. So I need you to tell me everything you told Noah, Jimmy, so I can get my life back.

Jimmy: I want that for you, too, Jules.

Julia: All right. Then give me the name of the lowlife who put the hit on Noah. Tell me who killed my husband, our best friend.

[At home, Kendall stages a fight scene, upturning furniture and messing up her hair.]

Zach: Kendall? What happened?

Kendall: I didn't know -- I didn't know if you were coming or not. I was so scared, and I had to do something, so I hit him over the head with the vase.

Zach: Ok, where is he now?

Kendall: I -- I must've freaked him out. He took off.

Zach: Come here, come here. Did he hurt you?

Kendall: No, he -- he shoved me around a little bit, and he made some threats, but I'm ok. I thought that really he was going to kill me. I mean, he was holding a gun to my head.

Zach: He had a gun?

Kendall: Yeah.

Zach: Ok, where is it?

Kendall: Uh, the gun?

Zach: Yeah.

Kendall: Um, he took it with him, I guess.

Zach: He what? You hit an armed man over the head with a vase, and he didn't shoot the gun, he didn't drop it? He just took off?

Kendall: Who cares about him? I'm the one who almost got killed.

Zach: Yeah, but you're ok now. You're ok, I'm glad. I got to get back to what I was doing before you called me.

Kendall: No, no, Zach, no! Don't -- don't leave. Could you just stay with me for a little while? I'm still a little shaky, and who's to say that he won't come back?

[After a syringe falls out of Greenlee's copy of Tempo magazine and into Erica's lap, she quickly hides it in her purse.]

Greenlee: I can't thank you enough for coming over. I feel 1,000% better.

Greg: Well, you've been through so much, Greenlee. If I can help your recovery, then my job is done.

Greenlee: Oh, you made some tea. Good, tasty, isn't it? It's from England. Ethan had it sent over in a basket after -- anyway, I thought it was incredible.

Erica: Yeah, delicious.

Greg: Well, I best get going. I'm glad you're feeling better. Erica, it is always a great pleasure to see you.

Erica: Actually, Greg, I'll walk down with you, I'll ride the elevator with you. I need to get back to the studio. Thank you, Greenlee, for the tea.

Greenlee: No problem. And I'm sorry I was rude before. I've just -- I've got a lot on my mind.

Erica: Of course you do. Please don't give it a second thought. Ok.

[Once out in the hall, Erica addresses Greg.]

Erica: Listen, I know exactly what you were doing in that room with Greenlee. And I will have your license pulled if it's the last thing I do.

Simone: So, your stepdaddy -- he actually kissed you good night?

Danielle: On the cheek.

Simone: But then he went into your room and he, what, he checked on you?

Danielle: It was the way he looked at me, like he held back one second too long or something.

Simone: Hmm.

Danielle: I don't know. God, it sounds so stupid now. I'm tripping, right?

Simone: No, no, not necessarily.

Danielle: No, I am. I'm blowing this way out of proportion. It's all in my head.

Simone: No, but if it's not, Dani, you're dealing with something really huge. I mean, this guy is going to marry your mother. I don't want to freak you out or anything, but, I mean, it could get way worse.

Danielle: Unless I'm wrong.

Simone: You want to trust your women's intuition, right?

Danielle: But if I follow my instinct and go to my mother with this, I could totally ruin everything for her. I mean, she'd be so done with Garret, he'll never find his way back in, and she'd throw everything away, and I could just be freaking for no reason. You should've heard my mother this morning going on and on about how great her life with Garret is, and I can't risk ruining that for her. What do I do?

Simone: Dani, I'm going to say something that I never thought I would say.

Garret: I mean, the way you follow one thread like that with no distraction? It's amazing.

Livia: It's not so hard.

Garret: No? Ask Mimi. I am all over the place.

Mimi: Well, you're an entrepreneur, baby. You're supposed to work on five things at once.

Garret: And if I didn't have keepers around to make sure they took care of all the details, I'd be one broke entrepreneur.

Livia: Oh, I'm sure it's not so bad.

Lily: Reggie, I told you I don't like this. My date is supposed to be with Sam, not Sam and my brother. Two's company and three's a crowd. It's not a very big crowd, but it is one too many.

Reggie: Lily, don't be mad, ok? I just wanted to get something to eat -- together.

Lily: Reggie, I know what it looks like when a person is being spied on. I'm learning to be a detective. That's how I know you were here on an undercover mission, only you're not in disguise.

Sam: Lily, I know it's hard to have people watching after you all the time, but Reggie’s only here because he cares about you. We both do.

Lily: Does everyone do this to their girlfriends and their sisters and their daughters, or only the ones with Autism Spectrum Disorder? I'm going to go wash my face. I don't like the way it feels right now.

Sam: You really got to get a life of your own, dude.

Zach: Now, I'm not going to leave you if you're frightened, but there's something very important I have to take care of.

Kendall: Does her name start with Julia?

Zach: Let's get you to the casino. You'll be safe there, and I will deal with this later.

Kendall: I'd like you to steer clear of Wildwind and Miss Walking Target Julia Santos. Because of her, I almost lost my life today. What? Zach, this is not funny. I have a bad feeling about this.

Zach: No, I know, but, you know, you're beginning to sound like --

Kendall: No. Don't say it.

Zach: Like a wife.

Kendall: I told you not to say it.

Zach: It's true, it's --

Kendall: You know what, I don't have to be a real wife to be concerned about you getting yourself killed.

Zach: You're right. But the sooner I go deal with Julia, the sooner I'll be done with it, so let's get you to the casino, and I'll meet up with you later. Come on.

Kendall: Well, can you at least walk me to my car?

Zach: Can I ask you something?

Kendall: Sure.

Zach: How did this guy get in here in the first place?

Kendall: He pretended to be the meter reader.

Zach: Meter reader? For the outside meter?

Kendall: What the hell do I know about meters?

Zach: You know what I think? I think you made up this whole story just to keep me here.

Kendall: Are you crazy?

Zach: You'll tell me about it later, right?

Kendall: Wow. Guess the honeymoon's over, huh?

Julia: So what's the holdup, Jimmy? You gave Noah the info.

Jimmy: This whole situation sucks.

Julia: Yeah, agreed, so let's end it. Tell me who you're dealing with, and you're going to be free of this for good.

Jimmy: It's not that simple.

Julia: You're stalling, Jimmy. Why?

Jimmy: I'm worried about you.

Julia: You know what this means to me. You loved Noah. You know he deserves this.

Jimmy: Noah deserved peace. He deserved happiness. This? No one deserves this.

Julia: The money. I -- look, take it all. Pay off whoever you have to.

Jimmy: It's not the money.

Julia: For God's sakes, what are you holding out on me for, Jimmy? You're either with me, or you're against me.

[Jimmy pulls a gun out on Julia.]

Julia: Oh, God. No.

Julia: No, Jimmy. No, not you. Not Noah's best friend. You turned. They got to you.

Jimmy: You don't know how it is, Jules.

Julia: Don't you call me that. Don't talk to me as if we're still friends. I don't know you anymore.

Jimmy: Yes, you do, if you'll let me explain!

Julia: Noah loved you! His faith in you was forever!

Jimmy: I know!

Julia: If he had seen you like this -- oh, God, Jimmy, tell me that he didn't. Tell me he never saw you like this.

Jimmy: I had no choice!

Julia: You had no choice? You had no choice to sell your soul, to take their money, to turn on your best friends? What, what was so irresistible you couldn't stop yourself?

Jimmy: He has too much power! He makes it -- he makes it so you can't say no!

Julia: Who is he? Who is he? Give me a name!

Jimmy: I'm not as strong as Noah. Never was.

Julia: No, you're not. You're not one little bit the man that Noah was. You don't deserve to breathe his name, you coward.

Jimmy: You weren't there! You don't know what it feels like! This guy has everyone wired in.

Julia: Who is this guy? Who is this guy you keep talking about? Give me a name!

Jimmy: But it doesn't matter what his name is. Noah had to go. It's the way it had to be. I didn't mean -- I didn't want to kill him. I swear I didn't.

Julia: You? You killed Noah?

Jimmy: I wish it were different, Jules. I hate it, what I'm wrapped up in.

Julia: Noah's best friend. You bastard. You pathetic, demented freak. I hate you!

Jimmy: You don't think I died when Noah found out, when he looked at me the way you're looking at me now?

Julia: Then make it up to him, Jimmy. Tell me the guy's name. Let me go.

Jimmy: I've lost everything that matters to me. I won't lose my life, too. So you have to.

Zach: Well, Jimmy, that's where I come in.

Jimmy: Who are you?

Zach: Seems the man at the top doesn't totally trust you.

Jimmy: Well, he doesn't know I'm here. Nobody knows I found her.

Zach: He must've had some idea. He asked me to follow you.

Jimmy: I said I'd do it. What's he doubting me now for?

Zach: It's a test. Personally, I think you passed it when you killed her husband. Anyway, you get a pass on this one. Put your gun away and go home. Leave this one to a professional.

Erica: You think I don't know about doctors like you? You are despicable, every last one of you.

Greg: You have spent the last two minutes telling me what you think of me, or rather what you don't think of me. Do you mind actually telling me what it is you think I've done?

Erica: Oh, don't play dumb. Don't you dare play dumb. I became an addict thanks to a parasite like you, and I will be spending the rest of my life in recovery.

Greg: You don't think actually think that I could --

Erica: I know. How else do you explain Greenlee suddenly turning from a zombie in a hospital bed turning around to what she is now? Five minutes in a room with you, and she's apologizing to me? No, don't you dare tell me that she's not on something.

Greg: Perhaps it's part of her grieving process.

Erica: And perhaps -- perhaps it's this. You explain this, you smug, self-serving quack. You stay away from Greenlee.

Greenlee: Back off, Erica. Dr. Madden's the reason I'm still standing.

Zach: I don't like witnesses, Jimmy, especially ones I don't trust. Get out of here.

Jimmy: I don't know you. You could be anyone.

Zach: Fine. I'll go back to the boss and tell him that you went over his head, disobeyed direct orders. You've got more guts than I do. Bye.

Jimmy: Wait! But I have to see you do it, so I know it's not a scam.

Zach: You want to see me do it? Ok. Stand next to her, or behind if you want. But I get to use your gun just in case you want to tell somebody about this later. All right, let's have it.

Erica: You're not hearing me, Greenlee. Dr. Madden making you feel good is exactly the problem here.

Greg: You have no idea what you're insinuating.

Erica: No, I'm not insinuating anything. This is the road to ruin, and you are greasing the way for her.

Greenlee: As usual, Erica, you are so off base. Dr. Madden did not drug me.

Erica: But he supplied you with the syringe, didn't he? I don't hear either one of you denying that. Greenlee -- Greenlee, I've been there. It is dark and scary and ugly. You've lost so much already. This will rob you of anything you have left.

Greg: I won't allow you to make such slanderous accusations against me.

Erica: Then you tell me what's in this syringe, or I will have its contents analyzed on my own, Doctor.

Danielle: So that's your big solution? "I don't have a clue"?

Simone: I know, it's shocking. I'm never at a loss for words. I usually have an answer for everything -- not necessarily the right one, which it hasn't been often, but this is a tricky one, Dani. If you go to the cops, they're just going to tell you that you have no evidence.

Danielle: Unless that cop was my father, in which case Garret would never see daylight again. Oh. You're right. I don't have enough to go on. It's -- it's just a creepy feeling.

Simone: But that doesn't necessarily mean that you're wrong.

Danielle: No, no, my mom and Garret, they're so happy together. And he really is a cool guy. I'm way off base about him. I know it. I have to be.

Garret: I got to go make sure my keepers still have my back.

Mimi: Bye, baby.

Livia: Hmm.

Mimi: You hate him.

Livia: I hate being wrong. I really did not want to like that man. But he has a way of growing on you, doesn't he?

Mimi: You know, what I love is that he doesn't hold back, doesn't put up a front. Garret just lays it all out there -- good, bad, indifferent. I mean, I've never met anyone so open, so real. The man has nothing to hide.

Lily: My face feels better now. It's not so hot anymore.

Reggie: I got you a fresh glass of chocolate milk.

Lily: I know I'm supposed to thank you, Reggie, for watching over me, but I really feel safe with Sam. And I'd like to go back to my date now -- without you?

Sam: I'll tell you what, if I hurt her in any way, you can take me out, break my bones, shop for my casket, whatever. I'll deserve it.

Reggie: You know what, you two? I'm sorry for crashing your date. It won't happen again. If you need me, call me. I'm out of the chaperone business.

Erica: In 24 hours, I will know the exact contents of this needle, and so will everyone else in Pine Valley.

Greenlee: All right, I'll tell you what's in that syringe -- and you will definitely screw up everything.

Zach: Let me have it. The big guy's not going to wait all day.

[Just as Jimmy is about to hand the gun over to Zach, Kendall walks in.]

Kendall: Zach? Oh, my God, I knew Julia would get you killed.

[As Jimmy and Zach struggle for the gun, a shot goes off.]

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

Tad: Have you thought about what you'd like to do on our date?

Di: I have some ideas.

Babe (to David): Either you tell me what you have on Dixie, or you can kiss me bye-bye for good.

Greenlee (to Erica): That hypodermic needle is my salvation.

Jonathan: You came back today, on my birthday!

Ryan: How old are you?

Jonathan: 10.