PREVIOUSLY ON - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Greenlee: This is the wedding I want, and I need you to want it, too, ok, or I’m going to totally lose it.

Hayley: You're making a huge sacrifice for us, and we appreciate it.
Tim: Aw, it's not that big of a deal. I want Enzo to be well again.

Adam: Trey Kenyon drowned shortly after he passed his bar exam.
Trey: What you're suggesting -- nobody could get away with that.
Adam: That's why I own you.


TODAY'S - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

[PV HOSPITAL]
[Bianca aims a toy gun]
Bianca: Don't move a muscle.
Maggie: Oh, please. You don't even have the guts.
J.R.: Come on. Hurry up. Nobody's coming.
Bianca: You're going down.
[Bianca pulls the trigger – a flag with the word ‘Bang’ pops out]
[Cheers]
[The wheelchair race begins]
Joe: Whoa! What the devil is going on here?
Maggie: Oops. Busted.

[VALLEY INN DINING ROOM]
Mary: But the only way this seating arrangement could work --
Greenlee: No --
Mary: Is --
Greenlee: No. This isn't right.
Mary: What's not right?
Greenlee: Mother, I told you Leo wanted Anna in the first pew.
Mary: The gunslinger? Darling, I have to put Leo’s father there. The count and his entourage need the first two rows.
Greenlee, I’m trying to emphasize the better branches of Leo’s family, not the institutionalized, deranged --
Greenlee: Mother, stop.
Mary: Oh, great!
Greenlee: I'm sorry, I’m sorry. I'm sorry.
[Phone rings]
Mary: Oh, for God's sakes.
Roger: It'll be all right.
Mary: Thank you.
Greenlee: Yes?
Roger: For goodness sakes, Mary, lighten up. It's a wedding, not your coronation.
Mary: We can't leave these things to chance, Roger. There'll be total chaos.
Roger: Oh.
Greenlee: No, not on the fourth of July. The deadline is next Thursday.

Leo: [Disguised voice] All I know is you better get here ASAP.

[THE PARK]
Jack: Whoa, whoa. Sorry, sorry, sorry, didn't --
Anna: Oh, hi.
Jack: Chief.
Anna: Mr. District Attorney.
Jack: So you run, huh?
Anna: Yeah, well, almost every day.
Jack: Yeah, me, too.
Anna: I never see you out here.
Jack: Well, I’m usually out here at the crack of dawn, but seeing as it's a holiday, I thought I’d give myself a little break.
Anna: Right. Since you're also running for governor, maybe you should be home prepping a speech.
Jack: Well, you know, chief, when you speak from the heart, you don't need that much preparation.
Anna: Is that your way of courting my vote?
Jack: You mean our friendship isn't enough? Oh, I’m crushed.
Anna: What's your platform?
Jack: Oh, I can tell you what the first plank is -- police reform.

[CHANDLER MANSION
Liza: That was wonderful! You didn't miss a step.
Adam: And then what do you do?
Colby: Now I take my bow.
Liza: Great. Good.
Adam: And everyone will clap.
Colby: Not if I forget my twirly stick.
Adam: Oh.
Liza: That's right. Oh, the baton. You know, she left it in the garden -- dropped it in the garden -- one of the two.
[Doorbell ring]
Adam: Ah -- that's my business meeting.
Liza: Business? It's a holiday, Adam. We have a recital.
Adam: Oh, I promise I’ll make it short.
Liza: Oh, ok. Well, I’ll get Colby ready.
Adam: Honey, she's already ready. Stop behaving like a stage mother. Winifred, show our guest to the terrace.
Liza: I wasn't doing that, was I?
Adam: It's -- honey, relax. We have plenty of time. Here he is. Liza, do you remember James Kenyon III? He's a lawyer. Exactly what we need for the board of Chandler Enterprises.
Liza: The board? You're thinking of putting him on the board?
Trey: Well --
Liza: I mean, who's approved of that?
Trey: Nothing's set in stone.
Adam: I -- I like his energy. And yet he's humble and unassuming. The perfect person to sweep that place clean of backstabbers.
Liza: Trey's a criminal attorney, correct?
Adam: Yes. With the shape Chandler's in right now, I think that's exactly what we need.
Trey: Let's hope. You had some documents for me to review, Mr. Chandler.
Adam: He's all about business. I love that. Yes, they're in my briefcase. It's in my study. I won't be long. No, no, no, no, no. You stay right here. You two can get acquainted. Be back.

Liza: Whatever it is that you think you know you little weasel, forget it or I will make you regret it.

Anna: Police reform. That's subtle.
Jack: Well, I didn't want to be too subtle. Wanted to make sure you got my point because, down at headquarters, sometimes you seem to miss things.
Anna: Oh, where I do my job so badly? Jack: You have a guilty conscience at all? I mean, being married to a known criminal, protecting him from prosecution -- that doesn't bother you?
Anna: He's innocent.
Jack: Well, we'll never know, now, will we, since the evidence against him was destroyed on your watch.
Anna: My husband is a law-abiding citizen. You leave him the hell alone and have a nice day.
Jack: Is that why you issued the APB to track him down?
Anna: Do you spy on me?
Jack: Almost every minute of every day.
Anna: Because I absolutely cannot believe you don't have anything better to do.
Jack: I warned you when you pulled that stunt of marrying him to keep him out of jail that I’d be on you --
Anna: What, that you were going to invade my private life?
Jack: Well, let's face it. When it comes to that guy, you're just a bit of a --
Anna: I'm what?
Jack: Let's be professional about this. Let's just say you're not as objective as somebody holding the office you hold should be.
Anna: Apparently neither are you. You have difficulties separating your personal and private life.
Jack: Well, now you see how wrong you can be -- I’ve never had that difficulty, not once.
Anna: So why didn't you bother to tell me that you were rethinking this arson case involving Kendall Hart and that that was a direct request, I would imagine, from Erica.
Jack: Why should I bother to tell you? There was nothing direct about it. I was just doing my job.
Anna: No, that's a lie. Because all that little cosmetics queen has to do is snap her fingers and you compromise your entire office.
Jack: You are so far out of line.
Anna: Why? Are you denying that?
Jack: I am denying that. I have never done that. You are the one that's married to a psycho who's got you --
Anna: At least I have a real husband who's sleeping with me in a real bed, not some ex-lover who's been married a thousand times and likes to keep you panting after her like a -- oh, God. I'm sorry.
Jack: Oh, come on, Anna. You're just getting warmed up now. Let's hear it.
Anna: No, no, no, I had no right. I absolutely -- I never attack a colleague like that. That was against --
Jack: What, is it against your code of ethics? Is that it?
Anna: Well, it is. And if it wasn't so hot and you weren't so bloody condescending --
Jack: You'd what? Forget that you're speaking the truth?
Anna: What?
Jack: You're right, you're right. It is hot, I can be bloody condescending, and you're right about Erica.
Anna: No.
Jack: Yeah. So why not point it out, you know?
Anna: Oh, I mean, I’m in no position to judge someone else's personal life, really. I'm not in any position.
Jack: Nor am I. Here's to falling in love with complicated people. You know something, Devane -- I think if you and I could put our problems to the side, we could be one hell of a law enforcement team. Anna: I think we're very effective when we're at each other's throats. I'm sorry. I'm going to hit the trail. I'm --
Jack: Yeah, yeah. Listen, if you have the time, I’d like you to maybe hear my speech. You could tell me how bad it is.
Anna: Finally an assignment I like.
Jack: Thought you would. Yeah, Montgomery, when are you going to move on?

Joe: Have you kids completely lost your senses?
Jake: Well, I know we were a little loud, dad --
Joe: Unbelievable!
Bianca: We're really sorry.
Joe: I'll bet you are. This is the worst race I’ve ever seen! It's totally unfair!
J.R.: What?
Joe: Here -- you. Come here.
Maggie: What --
Joe: You sit over there. All right. Well, that evens things up. All right.
Tim: Chickens. You guys thought he was mad for real -- especially you.
Bianca: Yeah, like everybody else here!
Joe: All right, where's the starting line now? In there.
Jake: All right --
Joe: All right, let's go. Let's go.
[Cheers]
Jake: Come on. Get on in there, Bettina!
Joe: All right now, here we go! On your mark --
Maggie: All right!
Joe: Get set --
Jake: Hold on!
Joe: Go!
[Cheers]

J.R.: You had us going there for a minute. You know that?
Joe: Listen, got to shake you kids up every once in a while.
J.R.: Yeah, well, they needed a referee -- especially because Tim loves to cheat!
Tim: I can still hear you.
J.R.: But it's all good.
Bianca: All right, I figured it out. It's like six, maybe seven.
J.R.: You know, I’m thinking more like eight.
Joe: Eight? Eight what?
Bianca: The number of fourth of Julys that J.R. and Tim and I have spent together. You know, I didn't really feel like an adult until I saw Timmy again -- I mean Tim.
J.R.: Right.
Bianca: But he's like -- I mean, look at him.
J.R.: Yeah, you know, it's weird to think that we're all grownups now, you know?
Bianca: Mm-hmm.
Joe: Oh? Grownups?
Bianca: Well, you know. Actually, Bettina thinks that Tim is just her age. She thinks that he's just a really tall 8 year old.
J.R.: Well, you know, we might grow tall, but we're never going to grow up.
Bianca: That's right. And hanging out with you and Tim makes me feel like I’m taking care of a couple of puppies.
J.R.: Oh, you didn't just go there.
Bianca: I believe I did.

Simone: Hey, Jake. Wow.
Jake: Hey. Simone: This place looks like a party.
Jake: Yeah. Well, actually, the party's already started. Are you here to volunteer?
Simone: Oh, maybe next time. I'm actually here looking for my dad.
Jake: Mm-hmm.
Simone: I twisted his arm. We're going to go on a road trip to Philly, do a little cheese steak in a greasy spoon, front row in a parade.
Jake: Simone, I hate to tell you --
Simone: Oh, don't tell me it's cheesy. I know, I know. But dad and I never really aced that bonding thing, you know? So I said, "oh, what the hell," right? What? What's wrong?
Jake: Zeke -- he was called away.
Simone: What? Another psychiatric crisis?
Jake: Actually, it was a three-day leave to Boston. I hate to deliver the bad news to you.
Simone: Don't sweat it. I probably -- I probably got the weekends mixed up. Yeah.
Jake: I'm really sorry, Simone.
Simone: Oh, who wants to go to a stupid parade? Sit in the sun and sweat and --

Bianca: So, Dr. Joe, this isn't going to mess up Tim’s surgery or anything, is it?
Joe: No, it won't. Everything in his physical was fine.
[Cheers]
J.R.: So I would take it you would recommend wheelchair races to all your patients?
Joe: Well -- oh.
Jake: Listen up, listen up. I don't have any sign of Timmy out here anywhere.
Joe: Oh, Tim’s going to be fine.
[Crash]
Jake: What the --

Greenlee: Hello? Hello, it's Greenlee. Damn voice mail. Ok, I’ll see you two guys later. I've got to go to work.
Mary: Wait -- what do you mean, later? We're not finished here.
Greenlee: This is an emergency. I can't get into it right now, ok?
Mary: But we've got to discuss the -- Greenlee?

[Greenlee rushes out of the Valley Inn and Leo grabs her]
Leo: [Normal voice]Today is Independence Day, and we will be free, even if it kills me.

Bianca: What happened?
Maggie: I don't know. We took the corner too close. I warned him.
Bianca: Oh, my gosh. Are you ok?
Maggie: Yeah, me? I'm fine.
J.R.: You think we might need to get Tim a stretcher?
Jake: No, no, no. Just give him some breathing room here, kids.
Joe: Tim, can you open your eyes? Say something.
Bettina: Is he ok?
Tim: Did I win?
All: Aw!
Tim: Suckers.
Bianca: I can't believe you.
Tim: I want a rematch.
Joe: You certainly are Trevor’s son.
J.R.: As referee, I declare this match officially over. And the gold medal award for best wheelchair race goes to -- Bettina!
[Cheers]
Bettina: Yay, I’m the winner.
Tim: Oh, I was robbed.
J.R.: And you, my friend, get free lessons at the J.R. school of driving.
Bettina: Let's do it again.
Girl: I want to do it.
[Cheers]
Jake: Kids -- hang on, hang on, hang on. Listen, we all got to hit the cafeteria first for some eats.
J.R.: All right.
[Cheers]
Maggie: Great job.

Tim: What?
Bianca: This is pretty cool.

Tim: What, my smile? Bianca: No, what you're doing for Enzo.
Tim: Uh --
Maggie: So, aren't you scared, you know, going under the knife and all?
Tim: I wasn't until now. Jeez.
Bianca: Nerves of steel, huh?
Tim: Nah, seriously, I try not to think about it. I try to keep my mind on the bigger picture.
Maggie: Oh, Enzo?
Tim: And my new come-on line. The ladies are going to swoon over this one -- "do you want to see the scar from where I donated my liver"? Ah --
Maggie: Oh, I’m swooning now. Please.
Tim: Oh, it's better than my usual line.
Bianca: Oh, yeah? What's that?
Tim: "Did you know that my aunt put my mother, her sister, in a well, then married my father and had my sister by marriage by my father"? What do you think of that -- one?
Bianca: Maggie? What happened to her?

Liza: How do you think you're going to work for my husband and work for me?
Trey: Oh, well, think of it this way -- it's the same family.
Liza: Oh, that's really cute. Blackmail doesn't work on .
Trey: Blackmail -- Liza: What do you think it is, getting inside my husband's pockets and on his payroll? I already told you that Adam is not going to find out about these accounts.
Trey: Oh, he won't, he won't. You have my word on that.
Liza: I have your word on that. And I’m supposed to trust your word with you getting all chummy with my husband?
Trey: Liza, I had no choice. I was trying to protect you.
Liza: Really? And "no, thank you" never crossed your mind?
Trey: Don't you think that Mr. Chandler would be a little suspicious if a young attorney turned him down?
Liza: You didn't --
Trey: Who in their right mind says no to Adam Chandler?
Liza: Conflict of interest. Have you ever heard of that? Did you even think about that this might be a conflict of interest?
Trey: Oh, what am I supposed to say? "I'm sorry, Mr. Chandler, I can't work for you. I'm working with your wife on a secret project"?
Liza: Why don't you rub two brain cells together? Tell him you have a heavy workload or perhaps too many commitments?
Trey: Liza, I split rent with my roommate. My office is a park bench. Why in God's name would I turn down this offer?
Liza: That's your problem.
Trey: I think we can work this out to our mutual satisfaction. If you just let me finish the money transfer, then we can end our association.
Liza: I'll tell you what. Why don't we end our association right now? I'll get another attorney. You're fired.

[Simone talks on the phone]
Simone: Hi, daddy. Is there anything that I can do? I mean, I can be in Boston, I mean, tonight. We could do dinner, you know, something. Call me -- if you can. I -- I hope everything's ok. Bye.

Simone: Damn him.
[Answering machine beeps]
Answering machine: You have no new messages and no saved messages.
[Beep]
Simone: Because you're a loser, Simone Torres.
Simone: No. No, you're not that desperate -- yet.

Mary: Greenlee's acting as though she needs this job. It's ridiculous. Daddy has enough money to buy the whole company.
[Phone rings]
Roger: Hold that thought. Yes?
Simone: I'm already hating myself for calling you, but I --
Roger: No explanation needed. Where are you?
Simone: I'm at home.
Roger: I'm on my way. Don't move.

Mary: On your way where?
Roger: A business crisis in need of my attention.
Mary: A business crisis. How can you have a business crisis when you don't have a business?
Roger: Don't assume. Mary, you don't need me to pull this wedding off. I'll just get in your way.
Mary: Well, you're right about that.
Roger: You know what? You remind me of a general on the eve of battle. Once more into the breach.
Mary: Uh-huh. And whose breach is it you're going into?
Roger: I'll let you know if it turns out.

Mary: He's so much shorter than I remember.
Waiter -- please.
[Mary sees Jack by the entrance to the dining room[
[She looks shocked and drops her wine glass]
[Glass breaks]

[THE BOAT HOUSE]
Greenlee: Leo, Leo, I love you, but I can't do this right now.
Leo: What do you mean, you can't do this right now?
Greenlee: Because -- my mother's having a hissy fit at the Valley Inn. We haven't decided the placement of the pew bows.
Leo: Wait, wait, wait, wait. The pew bows might be badly placed? Are you kidding me? Please tell me you're not serious.
Greenlee: See, you need to stop doing this right now.
Leo: Oh, and I suppose the seats haven't been assigned yet.
[Leo gasps]
Leo: Ok, what if -- what if Mrs. Pukington Snotwell has to sit behind lady Gwendolyn Dogbutt? Oh, my God, the social register would never recover --
Greenlee: Don't!
Leo: Oh, my God, we're going to be outcasts. We're going to -- this isn't going to be the very, very, very impeccable wedding everybody's expecting. Oh, God, no!
Greenlee: Are you making fun of me?
Leo: Maybe? You think?
Greenlee: Leo, no jokes, ok? I just want this to be the perfect day.
Leo: The perfect day. I know. Greenlee, there's going to be glitches. Just like any wedding, there's going to be glitches. But that doesn't mean that we're not going to have the perfect life. We're going to say, "to love, honor, and --"
Greenlee: Don't you dare say "obey." I'm not saying "obey."
Leo: I won't say "obey." Bad word. But we do have to come up with another vow. How about -- how about we vow not to be stupid like our parents?
Greenlee: I like that.
Leo: And not to get crazy over pew bows?
Greenlee: And not let anyone get in the way of our happiness.
Leo: Deal?
Greenlee: Deal.
[Leo picks up Greenlee and heads towards the water]
[Greenlee laughs]
Greenlee: Leo, what are you doing? Leo --
[Greenlee screams]
[Greenlee laughs]
Leo: Hey -- easy!
[Water splashes]
Anna: What have you got? Man: One minute du Pres is at the Valley Inn. The next he's here with a girl over his shoulder.
Anna: There's been no suspicious activity, nobody trailing him or anything?
Man: Nada.
Anna: Ok, here's the deal -- I want you to keep your distance but make sure that no one can get to Leo.
Man: I understand.
Anna: They're getting married, and I want them to have some fun. They certainly earned it.
Man: Got it. I'll keep an eye on them. You really think something's going down?
Anna: I hope not. Just be discreet, ok?
Man: Never had a chief tell me to be discreet.
Anna: First time for everything. May you stay forever young.

[Greenlee laughs]
Greenlee: No! Stop it!

Trey: I've already started the transfer procedures. If you get a new lawyer, you're going to have to start from scratch.
Liza: Not a bad idea, considering your new employer.
Trey: Yeah, but then one other person will know your secret.
Liza: A secret that is protected by attorney-client privilege.
Trey: Oh, you really think another lawyer is going to maintain his ethics when he feels Adam chandler's wrath? Right now I’m the only person who knows about the money you siphoned from Chandler, so trust me.
Liza: Trust you?
Trey: And let me --
Liza: Trust is not a luxury that I can afford right now.
Trey: You do realize that if Adam gets word of your creative financing, your world will come to an abrupt end.
Liza: Well, that is my problem, not yours.
Trey: Liza, this isn't just about you. It concerns Mia as well.
Liza: In what way?
Trey: I try not to get emotionally attached to my clients, but I feel like I owe your sister and her son.
Liza: Listen, my sister has been through a lot, especially when her son was sick.
Trey: So let me do this for them.
Liza: Why? Why don't you give me one reason why I should.
Trey: Because if you get me those bankbooks today, in one week Mia and her son will be set for life.

Waiter: No, don't worry about it, Ma'am. I'll get that.
Mary: Thank you.
Jack: Well, well, well. Well, well, Mary Smythe.
Mary: Jackson Montgomery.
Jack: Mm-hmm.
Mary: Well, I’m two for two. One, I didn't think you'd recognize me, and, two, I didn't know if you would acknowledge me.
Jack: Oh, come on. You haven't changed at all.
Mary: Well, thank you for the flattery, but it's not necessary.
Jack: It's not flattery. Just a simple fact. I presume you're here for the big wedding, huh?
Mary: Of course. She's my baby.
Jack: And that's the only reason you're in town?
Mary: Put your mind at rest. I didn't even know you were still here. Please sit down.
Jack: Thank you.
Waiter: Care for a refill, Ma'am?
Mary: Oh, God, yes.
Jack: Would you mind taking this, please?
Waiter: Not at all.
Mary: Does my dropping the glass give you a hint of the impact you still have on me?
Jack: Oh, not really.
[The waiter cleans up the broken glass]
Jack: Thank you.
Mary: Thank you.
Mary: I'd give a lot more than a penny for your thoughts right now.
Jack: Well, I tell you what, Mary -- I’ll make you a deal. You keep your money, and I’ll keep my thoughts to myself. How's that?
Mary: Very intriguing. Are you about to sweep me off my feet again?
Jack: No. All right, I’ll tell you what I was thinking about. I was actually thinking about headaches.
Mary: Oh, not heartache?
Jack: No, not heartaches. You know how when you have a really bad headache, you can't imagine ever being without that pain, but then, when it goes away, the last thing you want to remember is how much it hurt.
Mary: Well, maybe it's better to remember the time before the pain.
Jack: Now you sound like a Barbara Streisand record, and sentimentality was never your appeal, Mary. Never.

Man: Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Montgomery.
Jack: That's all right, Jeffrey. What's up?
Jeffrey: Do you have time for a quick press conference before the speech?
Jack: Sure.
Mary: Speech?
Jeffrey: Didn't you know? You're looking at the next governor of the commonwealth.
Jack: That might be jumping the gun just a little.
Jeffrey: It's the truth.
Jack: Jeffrey, I’ll be with you in a moment, ok? Thanks.

Mary: I had no idea. Clearly you've come a long way.
Jack: You will be leaving town right after the wedding, won't you?
Mary: That sounds more like a request than a question.
Jack: I am just gathering information. I mean, after all, you still do despise Pine Valley, I’m quite sure.
Mary: I did until this very minute.
[Mary strokes Jackson’s cheek – kisses her finger and presses it to his lips – and leaves. Anna watches]

Simone: I was supposed to spend the -- oh, forget it.
Roger: Tell me and I’ll fix it. Come on.
Simone: You can't. This is wrong. I shouldn't have called you.
Roger: Why not? You're all alone, and I know that feeling all too well.
Simone: Yeah, well, I doubt that.
Roger: You're alone, and it's a holiday, and your best friend is getting married, and your family is nowhere to be found.
Simone: Thanks. I can do the pity on my own, Roger.
Roger: You don't have to be brave with me. You called me because you know I care about you.
Simone: Yeah, and you know how weak I am. Just leave me alone, Roger. I'm nothing but a screw up.
Roger: No. You're a human being.
Simone: No.
Roger: And we all make mistakes. You and I -- we always find our way back to each other. We always lean on each other. Please, let me help you.

Tim: I don't realize how I sound when I start goofing on my family.
Bianca: Yeah, well, you'll always get a laugh out of me.
Tim: Sorry. I didn't mean to drive your friend away.
Bianca: Hmm.
J.R.: Oh.
Bianca: Hey, you're still here.
Maggie: Yeah, I just went to go get some water.
Tim: Thanks.
Bianca: Thank you. I'm sorry, but we're not always that gruesome.
Tim: Sure we are.
Maggie: Ah, must be the transplant thing.
Tim: I know. Most of the time hospitals send my mind into strange places.
Maggie: Yeah, and talking about how weird your family is -- I mean, I shouldn't talk. My family is just as weird. But you guys still love each other and give each other livers.
Tim: As loony as my family is, I’d give any of them a liver, a lung, bone marrow. But I draw the line in my framed autographed baseball card of --
Maggie: Yankees?
Tim: No, Tommie Agee. 1969 Mets all the way, baby.
Maggie: Oh, please, no. Yankees all the way.
Tim: Oh, Bianca, help your friend out.
Bianca: I'm sorry. I'm totally sports-challenged. But I think you guys can duke it out on your own.

Tim: And I thought this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Maggie: Oh, here's looking at you, kid.

Laurie: So how's Tim?
Bianca: Actually, I think that he's found the perfect person to take his mind completely off his surgery.

Bettina: Tim! We were throwing food in the cafeteria, and you missed the whole thing.
Tim: What, there's a food fight and nobody came and got me? Oh, that's a crime. I am the ketchup commando.
Joe: Not here, you're not. You'd better find a way to amuse yourself that won't involve maintenance.
Tim: I know -- let's play baseball.
Girl: Yeah.
Maggie: But we don't have a ball and bat.
Tim: That's the way to do it -- Dillon’s style. Come on.
Bianca: Dillon style.
Maggie: Dillon style.
Bianca: Be scared. Trembling.

Jake: Dillon style. I don't know what that's all about.
Joe: Listen, my friend --
Jake: Yes.
Joe: If Tim is going to play manager, I’d better play umpire. So why don't you knock off and spend a little time with Mia?
Jake: You trying to get rid of me?
Joe: Nothing's going on here.
Jake: No, yeah, you've been trying to get rid of me -- except Leo and Greenlee's wedding. Listen I’m absolutely fine with the wedding. And as a matter of fact, I wish them well.
Joe: Mm-hmm. Well, that's good, that's good, but it's been a very difficult year for you, you know, and you've taken on a lot.
Jake: What, do you think that I actually mind taking on the chief of staff position?
Joe: Look, what I want is for you to do something that's going to make you happy.
Jake: All right, do you want to know what makes me happy?
Joe: Yeah.
Jake: When you spend time with mom.
Joe: Uh-huh.
Jake: Go get her, take her up there to Bear Lake.
Joe: I've already told her I’m going to be here.
Jake: No, that's an order.
Joe: Hmm.
Jake: All right, I’m in charge here, I’m holding down the fort, and you need to do what I ask you to do.
Joe: Hmm. Hmm. Well, ok. Your mom will love it.
Jake: And so will you. Joe: Yeah. Mm-h.
Jake: I'll drop by later.

[Jake dials the phone]
Jake: Voice mail? Mia, where the hell are you?

Trey: You're worried about Mia and her son. So am I. Let me do this --

Adam: I'm sorry it took so long. These are just the preliminaries. I'll messenger the rest to you.
Trey: Sounds good. I'll review them and get back to you.
Adam: Good. Did you two get acquainted?
Trey: I'm afraid I bored your wife, Mr. Chandler.
Liza: No, no, I’m just preoccupied. We really should get going to Colby’s recital. Where is she?
Adam: Oh, I thought she was out here. Colby, sweetheart, we're ready for the recital.
Colby: Me, too!
Adam: Presenting Miss Liberty of 2002 and her twirly stick.
Adam: Trey, why don't you join us for Colby’s recital?
Trey: Oh, I’m afraid I have to pass. I have an early morning in court tomorrow.
Liza: Well, have a great holiday. Come on, darling, we should go get those flowers for your dance teacher.
Adam: Ok. Off you go.
Liza: Ok.
Adam: Ahem. Well?
[Trey hands Adam the bank books]
Adam: Not bad for a dead man.
Trey: I trust that that's it?
Adam: Show up at Chandler first thing in the morning.
Trey: The trial may take some more time. I --
Adam: See that it doesn't.
Trey: Yes, sir.

Adam: Liza -- you have been a very, very --
Colby: Daddy, we're ready to go!
Adam: Coming, peaches!

Greenlee: I'm freezing! Ah!
Leo: You know, we're not finished yet.
Greenlee: I thought this was a spur-of-the-moment thing.
Leo: Greenlee, this is our last chance for illicit sex, and I’m going to be damned if I’m going to let you spend it sitting with your mother going over some list.
Greenlee: This is the best fourth of July ever.
Leo: Wait till you see the fireworks.

[Jackson gives his speech at Pine Valley Hospital]
Jack: Shortly after the tragedy that befell this country on September 11 of last year, a colleague of mine asked me to join him at a memorial service at his daughter's middle school. We were gathered there to remember the hundreds of innocent lives that were lost that day right here, right here on American soil. And I can tell you that the pain was felt so deeply by all of us assembled there. And at the end of the service, the children's chorus rose and sang "God Bless America." And these children were of every color, every ethnic and religious persuasion. And as they sang, I thought to myself, even though they're all different, they're all singing about the same America. And I realized, listening to that song, that it's all true -- all of it. The foundation that this country was built on is true -- all men are created equal. And those children -- white and black, Asian and Latino, Catholic and Jewish, Protestant and Muslim -- they're all Americans. And more importantly, they are all our children.

[Everyone sings]
Children: God bless America land that I love, stand beside her and guide her through the night with the light from above. From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam. God bless America my home sweet home. God bless America my home sweet home. From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam. God bless America my home sweet home. God bless America my home sweet home.


ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Aidan: Your boyfriend you're trying to dump is my boss?

Vanessa: I need to see you right now, or I may never be your mother-in-law.

Mary: I am not afraid of you.
Leo: You should be.

Roger: Be a good little girl, sign el contracto before this gets ugly.