All My Children Transcript Friday 11/11/05

Babe: You're a 10-car pileup waiting to happen!

[Siren]

Babe: You can't drive like this! I'm not getting out until you give me your keys.

[While J.R. dreams on the couch, his father abruptly wakes him up by pushing him to the floor.]

J.R.: Ah. Jeez. "Good morning" would be sufficient.

Adam: Black, leaded. Slug it down. And then tell me how you got behind the wheel stinking drunk and ran down Amanda Dillon.

Babe: Good morning. Good morning. Are you still sleepy? I know I said I wouldn't step foot in here, but J.R.’s downstairs in some drunken haze dead to the world. I thought he deserved to wake up to at least one smiling parent.

Krystal: I called the hospital. Amanda is still critical. Honey, telling the police that you were the one behind the wheel of that car could turn out to be a huge mistake.

Babe: Mama, we have already been through this. It was my only chance at keeping my little boy in my life.

Krystal: You could lose him anyway if you don't tell the police who was really driving. Honey, I am just -- I'm terrified that you're going to be the one ending up paying for J.R.’s sins.

Josh: Where are you off to in such a hurry?

Greg: I have to get to the hospital. I'm running late. Why, do you need something?

Josh: Could we talk? Have a seat.

Greg: I'm running late. I can't right now. Let's reschedule.

Josh: I know the secret you've been keeping -- the one you're afraid Erica will find out?

Erica: You are one in-demand detective, Tad Martin. I must've left you a million messages before you finally responded.

Tad: I know, I know, and I'm sorry, Erica. It's just been a really, really bad month, but you have my undivided attention now, so tell me about this doctor you want me to investigate?

Erica: Yeah, Dr. Greg Madden, the fertility specialist? He's really, you know, taken advantage of someone I care about. He's completely using this person for his own selfish reasons.

Tad: Well, this might be the part where you thank me for my time and let your fingers do the walking. I'm -- I got to tell you, my stock's recently gone down in the sniffing-out-users department.

Erica: What do you mean? What are you talking about?

Tad: Well, as much as I hate to admit it, I myself was recently taken by one very talented user.

Erica: You were?

Tad: Mm-hmm.

Erica: Who?

Di: Me. Can I start you two out with some coffee?

[Cell door closes]

Guard: Lavery, your lawyer's here to see you.

Jonathan: I don't stunderand -- understand. Livia Frye was my lawyer.

Jack: Livia is your lawyer. I'm your worst nightmare.

[Ryan walks into Greenlee's hospital room and wakes her up with a kiss.]

Jonathan: You're still mad?

Jack: Innocent until proven guilty.

Jonathan: I -- I did very bad things, because of the tumor in my hair -- my -- my head, but I -- I'm better now.

Jack: "Innocent till proven guilty," Jonathan, was the reason I chose a career in law, because I believe that every person accused of a crime deserves the benefit of the doubt -- that is to say, a fair trial.

Jonathan: I -- I don't want to do bad things anymore. I promise.

Jack: You promise?

Jonathan: Yeah, but --

Jack: Oh. And I suppose because you say you're better, we're all just supposed to believe that and move on -- is that it?

Jonathan: That's it, that's it.

Jack: That's it? But, you see, Jonathan, a fair trial means that you face the music. You stand accused of your crime, you're judged by a jury of your peers. It doesn't mean that you dream up some excuse and then expect to be let off scot-free.

Jonathan: I didn't dream up anything.

Jack: You know, I've had a lot of disappointments, Jonathan, with the justice system in my time. One of the greatest disappointments was your brother Braden, who raped my sister and then somehow managed to avoid prison time and disappear.

Jonathan: He said he was really sorry about that.

Jack: And then there was you who managed to avoid your punishment for murder and torture and for terrorizing three innocent women even after you were supposedly dead in that explosion.

Jonathan: I told them I was very sorry, and I don't know how I survived it. I must have been -- been lucky.

Jack: You were very lucky, Jonathan, very lucky indeed. But now your luck has run out. No more good fortune for you. No more disappointments for me.

Ryan: Well, you haven't called security yet. That's a good sign.

Greenlee: What would I say? "Throw this man out. He kissed me"?

Ryan: I just couldn't help myself.

Greenlee: What happened with Jonathan?

Ryan: He's in custody. And Livia is working on a deal with the DA. I'm going to head over there later, but how are you feeling? I've been worried about you.

Greenlee: Fine. Better.

Ryan: And Kendall?

Greenlee: Out like a light. It's good for her.

Ryan: I'm glad she's sleeping. But, Greenlee, what happens next with you, with me, and our baby?

Greg: Obviously, "I'm running late" has a different connotation for you than it does for me. Oh, Josh, Josh, Josh. Dear boy, you always had such a vivid imagination. How many times do I have to tell you, there is no secret?

Josh: Really? Because I did a little investigating, Dad. And I now know everything. I don't blame you for being so paranoid about it getting out. It's pretty unfreaking believable.

Greg: I never wanted you to know.

Josh: Erica's the one you should be worried about. If she got wind about what you've been hiding, I wouldn't be surprised if she bought a one-way ticket right back to addiction.

Singer: Simply just stop screaming my name

Erica: Look, this is embarrassing. I mean, with all the money the Chandlers have, how in the world could J.R. allow his mother to be a waitress?

Di: Oh. Better watch what you say, Erica. You never know what the wait staff might slip into your fruit salad.

Tad: Don't let the feisty disposition fool you. She's no more J.R.’s mother than I am.

Erica: Will somebody just clue me in? What happened to Dixie-with-a-makeover?

Di: I stole her life for my own selfish reasons. I posed as Dixie Cooney, because I had no life and I wanted -- I wanted hers. My name is Di Henry, Dixie’s half sister.

Erica: You posed as that poor boy's dead mother? That is possibly one of the most heinous things I have ever heard.

Di: Well, and that's not the end of it. Right, Tad? I mean, tell her how much you all hate me, how many times you've tried to run me out of town again and again, and I just won't go away. And tell her why I won't leave -- because I love you with everything I have inside of me. And the real reason you're angry despite it all is that you know you love me, too.

Erica: I'll have the oatmeal.

Tad: Yeah, I'd like my usual please, too -- eggs over easy, bacon and toast -- just one stipulation. Could I have a real waitress, not a fake?

Babe: If I turn J.R. in, he's just going to get off with a slap on the wrist, and then he's going to go back to his drunken free-fall, only this time he'll drag my son down with him.

Krystal: You know what, all that could happen anyway while you're sitting in the slammer doing time for a crime that you did not commit.

Babe: Can we please just try to stay positive for a minute, Mama? After all, Amanda is still alive, and I wasn't drinking when she was hit, and the police do believe it was a terrible accident, and they have no reason to believe otherwise. And I really think we can make this work for us.

Krystal: How? Honey, I know, you want J.R. to know what you did for him, so that he'll have a soft spot and owe you, but that -- that dumb drunkard doesn't even know that he was the one driving. He thinks you're taking lumps for what you had coming. Honey, he has no clue how far you went to save his hide.

Babe: Well, he'll find out. And I don't know how yet, but one way or another, I am going to get through to J.R.

J.R.: All right. A, I wasn't driving. B, no one's dead -- not yet, not that I know of, unless Amanda kicked it while I was passed out.

Adam: No, she didn't kick it. She's still alive. You better thank your lucky stars for that.

J.R.: Yeah.

Babe's voice: J.R., you -- you can't take Little Adam to Europe. I will not let you go!

J.R.: Like I told you, I wasn't driving.

Adam: Well, since you were so insistent that Babe was behind the wheel and not you, why don't you tell me about getting into the car and where you were headed and what you were talking about. I would like some details.

J.R.: I don't have -- I don't have details. I barely remember you waking me up.

Adam: Yeah, well, let me tell you something that you will remember. You called a private jet. You got it fueled up. Well, I've called the pilot and had the plane locked down. So don't get any ideas -- you're not going anywhere. Where were you planning on taking my grandson?

J.R.: Look, I don't need your permission to take my son on a trip.

Adam: This was not a trip. You were going to take Little Adam. You were going to leave me, leave your home and never look back.

J.R.: And tell me why I should stay here. What do I have? You got your wish, Dad -- Mom's dead. The woman I thought was my mother was a fraud. So as far as I'm concerned, other than Little A, I'm all I got left. There's no reason for me to stay in Pine Valley and there's no one worth staying for.

Adam: Before I let you throw your life away, I'll put you in prison myself.

J.R.: Go ahead. Oh, you can bully me. You can stash every plane, train, and car in this hellhole. It's still not going to change what's in here.

Adam: I know you're hurting, son. I know they conned you into believing your mother was alive.

J.R.: No, don't you --

Adam: I know -- I know what it's led to, what it's done to you.

J.R.: You know, it's really a little late for violins. I mean, you were the first one who wanted to prove that Di was a phony.

Adam: Yeah, I was right, wasn't I? I was trying to prevent this.

J.R.: Can you just drop, just -- drop it, ok? I'm over it. You, this house, this town -- everyone in it.

Adam: Yeah, this house, Chandler Enterprises -- this is your legacy, yours and Little Adam’s.

J.R.: Yeah, why don't you just go ahead and give it to your greedy wife? She's going to end up with it anyway. I'm going to take my son and get out of this town, away from all these bad memories and all of the bad blood. You know, and I may even change his name, so he doesn't have to deal with being a Chandler. But you know, one thing is for sure -- I'm going to make sure that he never has to suffer the way I had.

Adam: Will you listen to what you're saying? Listen to yourself. It's all because your mother is still dead!

J.R.: She's not the only one. You're dead, too -- you're dead to me. You know, I don't need you. I don't need anyone!

Krystal: There's a load of horse pucky if I ever smelled it. I'll tell you who you need, J.R. -- this girl right here. If it weren't for Babe, you'd be nursing a nasty hangover in some crusty jail cell somewhere, and deep down in your rotten soul, you know I'm right.

[In the same room as Greenlee, Kendall pretends to be asleep.]

Ryan: I get how you did it and I know how much you wanted a baby -- our baby. But Kendall carrying our child -- I just am having trouble wrapping my head around that.

Greenlee: How do you expect me to help you make sense of something when I don't even understand who you are anymore?

Ryan: But you know me, Greenlee. You know me better than anybody, better than I know myself. You had the courage to create this child knowing my family history, knowing the fear that I have of it being passed on. And now like it or not, I'm back. And it is my child, too, and I want to be a part of his or her life. Just help me understand how this all came to be. I mean, why Kendall? What --

Greenlee: It seems like the word "miracle" has been so overused the past few weeks, but that baby is, without a doubt, my miracle. Think back to when you first met me. Did I strike you as the maternal type?

Ryan: Hmm, no, not really.

Greenlee: Because I wasn't. And then I fell for you, hard. And when you were shot, I realized just how fast life happens. Having kids seemed like the best way to prove our love to each other. Plus it was a pretty picture -- a mini you or me. Fun, but I wasn't totally into the Mom thing.

Ryan: That was probably the only time in our relationship that I wanted a baby as much and even more than you did, which was before all the stuff with Jonathan happened.

Greenlee: Which was when having a baby became about proving something to you -- that you could make a phenomenal father. And then I got pregnant. Everything changed. Every negative thought I'd ever had about being a mom washed away the minute that pregnancy test came back positive. I remember seeing the sonogram for the first time, and it was like the heavens suddenly opened up just for me, and I finally got it. I understood why people make such a big deal about their kids -- because when you see a child for the first time, you're gifted this capacity to love you never knew existed.

Ryan: You always had that love inside of you, Greenlee.

Greenlee: Yeah, but I didn't tap into it until that day. From that day on, I flat out craved everything baby -- the diapers, the late-night feedings, the bedtime stories, kissing scraped knees, wiping away tears, helping with homework, graduation, wedding photos. I saw it all, Ryan, the whole awesome, amazing, beautiful picture. But one thing was suddenly missing -- you. And then -- it was over. I lost the baby the same way that I lost you -- in a flash, a blur, and suddenly nothing. And then to make it worse, the doctor told me that I could never have a child. That's when this happy little world I'd been living in crumbled. Everything went black. I remember sitting in a hospital bed like this and looking at my body and underneath the gown and my body was there, but there was nothing inside until Kendall.

Ryan: Kendall offered to have the baby for you.

Greenlee: She offered me that and so much more. She offered me hope and happiness and a future. Our baby, my dream, became real again and suddenly I was kissing scraped knees and reading bedtime stories and taking prom pictures and life is beautiful again, Ryan -- amazingly, awesomely beautiful.

Greg: Erica must never find out about this.

Josh: I won't say anything to her. Don't sweat it, all right? You're going to be late. It's going to be cool. I got stuff to do myself.

Greg: You hold on one second. You don't just waltz in here and drop a bombshell like that, then waltz right back out. You stay here. We're going to discuss this.

Josh: What's there to discuss, Dad? It's all there in the file -- I read it. What are you going to do, draw me a diagram?

Greg: The file? Did you break into my filing cabinet?

Josh: Well, how else was I supposed to get ahold of Kendall’s file?

Greg: Kendall's file?

Josh: Yeah. You're not going to yell at me for breaking in? You seem kind of relieved. Or were you afraid Hazel tipped me off? If it makes you feel any better, she totally covered for you.

Greg: Hazel is nothing if not loyal, but I know you're angling for something from Erica. You must not use this secret.

Josh: I'm not going to bring anything to her. I already told you that.

Greg: Swear, swear on your mother's grave.

Josh: Dad --

Greg: Do it. Swear.

Josh: I swear, all right? Erica will never hear anything about Kendall from me.

Erica: Tad? Hello? Look, would it help if I put on an apron and called myself Liza Colby?

Tad: No, I'm sorry, Erica. She just kind of gets to me. Um -- tell me about this Dr. Madden. You say he behaved unethically to a friend of yours?

Erica: And I want you to uncover any other unethical or illegal stunts he may have pulled in the past, because I'm quite sure this isn't the first time he crossed the line with one of his patients.

Tad: Well, if he does have any skeletons in his closet, they shouldn't be too hard to find.

Erica: Hmm, think again. I mean, somehow Dr. Madden has managed to maintain this nearly spotless reputation, so I'm sure that any dirt you dig up on him is going to be buried under mounds of roses.

Tad: Is that all you have for me to go on?

Erica: That and this creepy feeling I have. I mean, when I first met Dr. Madden, I just had a major case of déjà vu. I don't know where I've met him, but I'm certain that I have met him before.

Tad: You ever ask him?

Erica: And he gave me a story. You know, he gave me some story about being a fan and how he saw me at a party, and he finally got up his courage to talk to me, but I just think that was some sort of a cover. So if you can possibly find out any way that our paths may have crossed, I'd really love to know that, too.

Tad: Yeah. Well, I'll get to work on it, but it's not a lot to go on, so it's going to take me some time.

Erica: Well, just hurry, Tad, ok? Please hurry. And until then, just promise me one thing -- that you won't waste any more time with her.

Tad: Hmm.

Di: You leaving so soon? Breakfast is up.

Tad: I thought I made it clear I wanted another waitress.

Di: Well, you're stuck with me. Deal with it.

Tad: I'd rather starve. How'd you get this job anyway, huh?

Di: Hmm.

Tad: Pretended to be BJ’s long-lost lover or are you researching one of the real waitresses so you can steal her man?

Di: No, no, no. Don't -- don't go yet, Tad. Wait. Breakfast is on the house. Two eggs over easy.

[Di dumps a plate full onto Tad's lap.]

Ryan: When you explained it, I felt like I was there.

Greenlee: You should have been.

Ryan: You're right, I should've been, and I wasn't. I am now, though. It is my child, too. It is my -- my life, too. When you talked about all those things, about the -- well, the diapers and the bottles and the play dates, you should've seen your face, Greenlee. I haven't seen it light up like that since -- if having a child can do that, then I want to experience it more than anything else. When I was little, my dad didn't kiss the scrape on my knee. He put it there. There were no bedtime stories, nobody wiping away my tears, because I wouldn't let anybody see them. And if my dad caught me crying, then he would really give me something to cry about. Those are the images that I have when I think about being a father, and I am going to work so hard to get past them, but right now -- right now, that's where I'm at. I'm fighting my past. And, Greenlee, I will keep fighting until I am the man my child needs me to be -- a good father, a good, compassionate, loving father. I will do whatever I have to do for my child. But it would mean so much more to me if I could do it with you.

Jonathan: Sam Grey wanted to shoot me with his gun. You -- you look like you want me dead. Do -- do you have a gun?

Jack: No, Jonathan, I don't. Couldn't get it past the metal detector.

Jonathan: Hmm. You -- you think I want to sus -- suscape, but I -- I don't. I want to take my pun-- punishment for what I -- what I did.

Jack: Well, then this shouldn't bother you at all. Let me tell you what I have planned for you. Because you are a cold-blooded killer, you deserve the harshest punishment there is, and I will not rest till I see you on death row.

Adam: Stop trying to shift the blame, Krystal. We all know who ran down Amanda, and her name begins with Arabella Carey.

Krystal: If you believe that, I have a bridge I'd like to sell you, not that it matters, since half of what you have is mine anyway, sweet cheeks.

Adam: It always comes back to the money with you, doesn't it?

Krystal: No, it doesn't. You know what bothers me is you're always blaming Babe for the things that your son --

Adam: I'm not blaming Babe.

Babe: I covered for you for Little Adam’s sake, because I didn't want his daddy taken away the same way that his mama was. But I've had some time to think and I now see that my decision was a pretty big mistake. Little Adam would be better off with no father at all than a spineless one who's turning into an alcoholic, so I'm calling the cops, and I'm going to tell them the real story.

J.R.: Tell them whatever you want.

J.R.’s voice: Roadkill's not my thing! Just shove it in a ditch and let's go!

Babe: It's not some deer, J.R. It's Amanda.

[J.R. is horrified as he remembers being in the driver's seat when Amanda was hit.]

Krystal: Glaring at me doesn't make it any less true. Your son is a drunk-driving maniac who deserves to be locked up.

Adam: It's not true.

Babe: You sure got quiet.

Krystal: You know what? Who else is he going to hurt?

Babe: J.R., you crash this car and we die, Little A is going to be an orphan. Is that what you want? You hit something!

J.R.: It was a speed bump!

Babe: That was not a speed bump!

Krystal: Like father, like son, right?

[Doorbell rings]

Adam: Thank God.

Krystal: What?

Adam: Anything to get away from your incessant nattering.

Babe: Is there a problem, J.R.? Because you either look like you're having a brain freeze or -- I don't know -- maybe you're going to hurl.

Babe's voice: You look at her, J.R.! Look at her. This is Amanda Dillon. She might die, and you're not going anywhere!

Adam: Chief Frye has more questions for your daughter.

Krystal: More questions about what? My baby doll didn't do anything wrong. Babe, tell Derek what you told me.

Adam: Will you stay out of this, Krystal?

Derek: What's this, Babe? Something you haven't told me about the accident?

Livia: You should never have allowed Mr. Montgomery in the same cell with my client.

Guard: He said he was Mr. Lavery's attorney.

Livia: I am this man's one and only lawyer. Now, please get Mr. Montgomery out of this cell immediately.

Jack: Thanks. Livia, could I have a word? Why would you represent the man that killed Edmund?

Livia: Jack, his medical records --

Jack: Oh --

Livia: Prove that he was not responsible for his actions.

Jack: Livia, don't be so naive. Those medical records are the handiwork of his brother, ok?

Livia: And I suppose the scars are fake, too?

Jack: Oh, come on. Do you know what Ryan's profession was when he hit Pine Valley, huh? He was a con artist, Livia. And all this nonsense with his brother proves is that he's still got what it takes.

Ryan: You're awfully quiet. What are you thinking?

Greenlee: I believe you. I believe you want to be a good parent to our baby.

Ryan: God, Greenlee, I do. I swear to you, I will never lay a hand on that child. Only to -- to kiss or hug --

Greenlee: I know you could never hurt our child any more than you could ever physically hurt anyone you loved. I've always known that, Ryan.

[Greenlee sighs]

Ryan: You need to get some rest. I got to get to the DA’s office, but I'm going to come back. Thank you.

Erica: Oh, Greg. I'm so glad that I ran into you.

Greg: I'm not in the mood for another attack, if you don't mind.

Erica: I wanted to apologize for that. I shouldn't have come down so hard on you. I was just so upset. I -- I had just learned of Kendall’s surrogacy, and I was worried sick about what that might mean for her.

Greg: Kendall is doing fine.

Erica: She seems to be, yes.

Greg: Then if you'll excuse me, please.

Erica: Oh, Greg, wait. I was so wrong to accuse you of pushing Kendall into this. You weren't doing anything other than your job. Please accept my apology, so we can be friends again.

Greg: Then will you stop trying to dig up dirt on me?

Kendall: Don't even deny it, Greenlee. Every single word out of Ryan's mouth was sweet and kind and loving. That was the Ryan that you fell in love with. So please, for God's sakes, just admit it. Let him love you. And please, please, try to love him back.

Erica: Greg, if you don't want to accept my apology, please, just say so.

Greg: Josh told me that you were asking him questions about my past.

Erica: Yes, I was. That's true. But it was right after I found out about Kendall, and I was very angry and I was looking for someone to take it out on. Please, just, as I told you, know that I am no longer angry with you. Please don't hold it against me.

Greg: I accept your apology.

Kendall: Well, don't just lie there. Pick up the stupid phone and tell Ryan you want to take him back.

Greenlee: Back off, cupid. It's not that easy.

Kendall: What is so hard about it? The man just bared his soul to you. He loves you, Greenlee, and he wants this baby. He wants it with you. He admitted that he made a gargantuan mistake, and he'll regret it for the rest of his life. But he loves you. And he wants to start over. So believe it. Just forgive him and take him back.

Greg: Good morning, ladies. I'm sorry I'm late. Are you ready, Kendall?

Kendall: To have needles stuck into me? Yes, that's my favorite thing to do.

Greenlee: Are you sure these tests you're running won't hurt the baby?

Greg: You don't have to worry about Kendall or your child.

Kendall: Like I said, there's nothing for you to worry about. Ryan loves you. You need to forgive him and take him back. It'd be the smartest thing you've ever done.

Erica: Oh, Kendall. Oh, you're looking so much better than yesterday.

Kendall: Well, she always did have a way with words.

Di: Here are your eggs, sir. I'll be right back with your toast.

Manager: Don't bother. You're fired.

Di: But he --

Tad: That's what I'm talking about. Thank you, sir.

Manager: Again, I am so sorry, and I do hope you'll be back.

Tad: I will now.

Singer: Was a time think that I

Di: Well, I hope you feel good about yourself.

Tad: Well, I wouldn't say "good."

Singer: What would it take to make the great escape? My beat-up, dirty car ready to go far

Di: What? No, no, no, no, no –

[To get even, Tad dumps a bowl of oatmeal on Di’s head.]

Tad: I feel just great.

Di: Oh. Oh!

Singer: Got to be somewhere better than nowhere

Babe: I didn't see Amanda step in front of the car, and I didn't have time to brake -- just like I told you last night, Chief Frye. And before you ask me for the 10th time -- no, there is nothing else.

Derek: Actually, that's not why I'm here. I came to ask you about the fire at the Roadside.

J.R.: The bar caught on fire?

Krystal: When did this happen?

Derek: Last night, not long after Babe says she left.

Babe: My God --

Derek: A space heater was left on in the upstairs room. Do you remember seeing the heater running before you left?

Babe: No, I -- I checked on it a couple times. It was definitely off.

Derek: Is that the last time you were up there?

Babe: No, I -- I did go up later to bring up some supplies.

Derek: Did you notice if the heater was on then?

Babe: I wasn't really paying attention. I was -- I was a little distracted. Amanda was there.

Derek: Amanda Dillon? Why was she in a private room above the bar?

Babe: Waiting for me. We got into it. It got pretty ugly.

Derek: Miss Carey, are you telling me you had a knockdown-dragout with the woman you later ran down in a car?

Singer: Let it count for something

Di: Oh, God. Oh -- no, see, you think it's funny, too.

Tad: I don't find anything about you remotely amusing.

Di: Oh, good God. You're such a liar.

Tad: Yeah, look who's talking.

Di: I think it's hilarious. Oh --

Tad: You are certifiable, crazy.

Di: Oh. What? You're right. You are absolutely right. I -- I am crazy. I'm crazy in love with you.

Singer: Drink it down all the sounds

Di: Well, I have to go try and wrangle the $3 I made in credit card tips out of this guy before I go find another job, so if you'll excuse me.

Singer: Far and wide sometimes I watch the passengers roll

Erica: I'm so relieved that you're doing so much better.

Kendall: Well, I owe it all to Ryan. Because of him, me, Greenlee, and the baby will all live to see another day.

Greg: Will you excuse us, please?

Erica: Of course.

Josh: Didn't wake you, did I?

Greenlee: No. Come in. They're beautiful.

Josh: Yeah, I figured since you were sharing a room with Kendall, you wouldn't mind sharing some flowers.

Greenlee: Thank you.

Josh: Where is she, anyway?

Greenlee: She had to take a few tests. She should be back soon.

Josh: You mind if I wait?

Greenlee: No. Not at all. Want me to turn on the TV?

Josh: Oh, that's ok. Let's talk -- about your baby.

Jack: Please, Livia, I'm asking you -- drop this case.

Jonathan: No. No. Don't -- don't leave me, please. I don't -- I don't want to go to death row. I'd rather be shot with Sam’s gun. Please don't leave me. If you want to k-- kill me, then do it now. Please, I don't want to --

Ryan: It's ok. It's ok, Hockett. He's going to have to kill me first.

Babe: I may have gotten into it with her, but there's no way I would ever run over the girl on purpose.

Adam: Yeah, remember this woman is a baby thief, Derek.

Krystal: What?

Adam: Look, cuff her now. I don't want her anywhere near my grandson.

Krystal: Don't you even think about cuffing her. She didn't do a damn thing wrong, and you know that, Adam!

Derek: Everyone calm down. I am not arresting Babe. But I would like you to come down to the station with me for more questioning.

J.R.: All right, wait. Wait, wait, wait. You can't take her anywhere.

Derek: Why not?

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

Kendall (to Greg): If Greenlee ever finds out what happened the night her baby was created -- it can't happen.

Josh (to Greenlee): The details behind your baby are pretty unbelievable, actually.

Greenlee: What's so unbelievable?

J.R. (to Babe): This is blackmail. What will it take to satisfy you?

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