Alex: What? Did you hear something?
Edmund: It's just my heart.
Alex: Yeah. Mine, too. No, I thought I heard something from outside.
Edmund: Alex there's nothing out there but the fog. There's nothing here but just you, just you and me.

Gillian: Dixie, I'm so glad you could join me for dinner.
Dixie: Well, there was no way in hell Tad was getting a home-cooked meal.
Gillian: Yeah, I have nobody to cook for, even if I could cook. So, I guess it's just two gals on the town.
Dixie: Whoo-hoo!
Gillian: Whoo-hoo!
Dixie: Do you think Junior's going to be ok at Ruth and Joe's?
Gillian: Oh, he loves his grandparents.
Dixie: I know. He's just so upset about Adam being hauled off to a mental institution. I could just kill Tad, you know? Gillian: I tell you what -- as soon as we're done with dinner, we could stop by the Martins', and I'll teach him a little game we play back in Hungary.
Dixie: Oh, really?
Gillian: Mm-hmm.
Dixie: That's nice. What's it called?
Gillian: Oh, it's something called chess.
Dixie: Do you play?
Gillian: Yeah, I'm practically an expert. Do you remember when Bobby Fisher disappeared? Well, he was hiding out in the wine cellar at Vadzel. And then Dimitri and Grandmama and I played --
Dixie: Well, I'm up for anything that'll distract Junior right now.
Gillian: Have you or Tad heard anything from Jake?

Liza: Hi. I got your message.
Ryan: Oh, thanks for coming.
Liza: Oh, no. Don't bother. Don't bother.
Ryan: Oh. Ok.
Liza: Wow, what a hell of a day. Waiter, waiter, could I have a gin and tonic, please? So, what's -- oh, I'm sorry. Did you want something to drink?
Ryan: No, no, no, I'm fine. I'm fine. Liza, listen, I heard about Adam on the way over here. He got committed to Oak Haven?
Liza: Yeah. What about it?
Ryan: Well it's got to be kind of rough.
Liza: It's justice. Save your condolences.
Ryan: Ok. But, I mean, you know, running the TV station and Chandler Enterprises. That's a bit of a tall order for you, isn't it?
Liza: I'll handle it. Ryan: Oh. Ok. Well, good. That's going to make what I have to say a little bit easier, I guess. I am resigning as sales rep at WRCW, effective immediately.
Liza: No. No, no, no, no. You can't leave me.

Adam: I admit it. I set up Marian. I didn't know about the drugs. But that's no excuse. I did it because I was afraid of losing you to Marian. And that hurt. So I hurt her. I -- I know it was wrong. And I'm sorry. Please understand. You're my brother. You know me better than I know myself. You know that I can love you better than anyone else can. And Marian was trying to turn you against me. I couldn't allow that to happen --
Stuart: Stop it! Stop it! Just stop trying to excuse it. You can't make it right, so just quit trying. What you did -- what you did to us -- it -- it had nothing to do with love, Adam.
Adam: What are you talking about, Stuart?
Stuart: I'm talking about us. Brothers. What you did to us.
Adam: You don't have to forgive me. You can call me names, you can spit on me, but tell me, promise me that you don't hate me. I'm begging you, Stuart. Say -- please, please -- that you don't hate me.
Stuart: Adam, you remember that old bird dog we had back in Pigeon Hollow?
Adam: You mean Rusty?
Stuart: Yeah. The one you loved so much. The one who was always running off somewhere. And you'd lock him in your room and tie him to a tree, but he'd still n off because that was his nature. It was his nature to chase the birds. And then that one day when you were holding him back, he turned on you and bit you. And you went in the barn and you got the 12 gauge and you killed him. Adam, I think you must love me more than that old hound dog, so why didn't you just shoot me?
Adam: Oh. Stuart, how can you say that?
Stuart: I always made excuses for you. Every time you'd do something bad, I'd say it was because you love so hard. But what you did to Marian had nothing to do with love. Nothing to do with it. What you wanted to do was get back at my wife. That's what you wanted. You wanted to -- you wanted to break me like you broke that old hound dog. You wanted to tie me down and lock me up so I only love you. You just can't understand that I could love Marian and there'd still be plenty of room in my heart for you.
Adam: It's that love that kept us together. No matter what.
Stuart: Adam, I may not be very smart, but I do know that love is not something you hold on to. It's not like money. You can't save it up for a rainy day. You got to give it. And the more you give, the more you have to give. The more I love Marian, the more I loved you. Why couldn't you see that? Why couldn't you just bless my wife and my life and my happiness? But no. You wanted it all for yourself. You didn't want my love. You wanted me, all of me, all the time! Just for you. Why? Why, Adam? Why should I love a stranger?
Adam: Stuart, don't call me that. You and I are brothers. We are brothers forever. We have the same DNA. We have the same past, the same memories. You remember, I took your spelling tests and you showed me the beauty in a blade of grass. I was your safety, and you were my heart. Nobody ever hurt you when I was around.
Stuart: Adam, don't you know that the only person that can hurt me is you? You. Don't you understand I'm not afraid of the world? I'm not afraid of a dare or somebody calling me dumb or even a sock in the jaw. The only bully who ever really scared me was you. You are my only real enemy.
Adam: Oh, Stuart, that can't -- that can't -- can't be true. Well, if it is true, then be Stuart. Be the man who always forgives, the guy who turns the other cheek. You remember, you dug the grave for rusty. You gathered the flowers. You held my hand while you read your poem. Remember "all dogs go to heaven"? You forgave me then. Forgive me now. Don't leave me standing by the side of an empty grave. Stuart: It's your grave, Adam. You dug it. Adam: Stuart, just tell me that you -- that you don't hate me.
Stuart: No, I could never hate my brother. No matter how much he hurt me, how much he hurt the people I love. I could never hate my brother no matter how much I tried to. The fact is I do hate you. I hate you! So we can't be brothers anymore. We're just never going to be brothers again.

Dixie: Well, well. There's the reason my son is all messed up right now.
Gillian: Ryan?
Dixie: No -- Liza. She just thinks she can just hurt whoever she wants as long as she gets her way. I think I'm just going to go have a little chat with her.
Gillian: Dixie, don't let Liza ruin our evening. I'll tell you what -- why don't we order something, like, outrageously expensive?
Dixie: I've lost my appetite, really.
Gillian: Come on. See, we can get some Chateaubriand for two. That sounds delicious, don't you think? And we can order a bottle of hock, as Grandmama would say. We'll ask the sommelier what he suggests.
Dixie: Gillian, how do you feel about Ryan right now?
Gillian: Dixie --
Dixie: No, I mean, are you friends?
Gillian: Why?
Dixie: Because Liza has got this, like, hungry look, you know. And she's aiming it at Ryan. Somebody should warn him before she gets too close.

Liza: Has someone given you another job? I'll double the pay.
Ryan: No, no, no, no. It's not about the money. Liza, this is a chance for me to start my own internet company, making dreams come true, mine included.
Liza: Do you have any idea what it takes to get your own business up and running?
Ryan: Yes, I do. But I've got excellent backers who believe in me. I've done the market research. Liza, IncredibleDreams.Com -- Which is what I'm going to call it -- is going to be such a hit. It really is. And the problem is I can't juggle two jobs at the same time and do justice to both. You can find another sales rep, can't you?
Liza: Fine, fine. I'll just add it to my list of things to do. I don't know why everybody thinks I can do everything.
Ryan: I'm sorry, Liza. I know the timing really stinks. I mean, with everything on your head, with Adam and his mental situation and him losing his company --
Liza: He didn't lose his company. I took his company away from him, and now he's twiddling his thumbs in a padded room.
Ryan: What?
Liza: Adam didn't lose his mind. I had him carted away by some white-coat orderlies. You know, if I had to make him live through every degrading moment, I would because the great and powerful Adam Chandler finally got what he deserved and he got it from me. I'm the one who made it happen.
Ryan: Wait a minute. You took on Adam Chandler and you won?
Liza: Yeah, I won.
Ryan: Wouldn't surprise me if this whole town threw you a parade and made you some sort of local hero.
Liza: Then why don't I feel like one?

Dixie: Hi. Excuse me for interrupting.
Ryan: Hi.
Dixie: Liza, I just came by to give you a little fair warning. Leave my son alone and quit messing with my marriage.
Liza: What happened now?
Dixie: Oh, actually, Liza, you happened. Thanks to you, my son found out that his father was hauled off to oak haven on live television.
Liza: I'm sorry. If I had had more time, I would have called you. I can try to explain to Junior --
Dixie: Oh, no, I don't think so. You're not coming within a mile of my son.
Liza: I can try to talk to him and explain --
Dixie: I don't think so. Liza: I didn't want Junior to be hurt.
Dixie: Didn't you think that Adam is Junior's father? Didn't you make that connection? What was I supposed to say to my son when he found out that his dad was in a mental institution? It's bad enough that you had to involve Tad, but dragging my son into it is unforgivable.
Liza: If you don't want my apology, then what do you want, Dixie?
Dixie: I want you to stay away from my family. I want you to keep back from Tad and from Junior. You mess with my family and my marriage, you mess with me.
Liza: What does your marriage have to do with me?
Dixie: Nothing. And that's the way I'd like to keep it.
Liza: You know, just so you know, I didn't ask Tad to do anything. He volunteered.
Dixie: Oh, yes, and I'm sure you just tried to talk him out of it.
Liza: Actually, I did try to talk him out of it, and he wanted his pound of flesh. And, you know, actually, I could understand.
Dixie: Oh, because you just understand my husband so well, don't you? You know, you get in there -- you know, you tap right into Tad's hatred, and you fueled it by telling him that Adam gave me a child, the one thing that Tad couldn't do.
Liza: Yes, I did say that. And I apologized, and I told him that I didn't mean it.
Dixie: You never mean it. You say things that you shouldn't say, you do things that you shouldn't do and you can't take back, and you act so innocent about it. Well, you know, just for the record, Liza, Tad is not the one who is bitter and resentful. You are the one who's bitter and resentful. You resent the fact that Tad and I are happy. Well, we may not have a baby, but we have the one thing that you can't have, and that is a good marriage, and you can't stand it.

David: All right, all right. Ladies, ladies -- look, why don't we back off, ok? Dixie, do you remember that we had an appointment today? You stood me up. Well, luckily for you, I'm not easily insulted. Look, why don't we just take a walk, ok?
Dixie: I --
David: Come on.
Dixie: David --

Liza: I accept your resignation. Wish you luck with your new venture.
Ryan: Liza, hold on a second. You going to be ok? I mean, can I take you somewhere or something?
Liza: No, I'm going to be fine. I can take care of myself.

Dixie: David, we do not have an appointment. You did need to bring me up here. I have a few things left I would like to say to Liza, if you don't mind.
David: You are not going anywhere, not until I give the ok. And that is doctor's orders.
Dixie: Oh!

Adam: Stuart --
Stuart: Good-bye, Adam. We won't see each other again.
Adam: What are you talking about? Of course we'll see each other again. Liza can't keep me locked up in here forever.
Stuart: Well, no, no, you're not crazy. You'll get out of here, but when you do, Adam, I want you to do -- I want you to promise me if that if you see me on the street, just -- would you just think of me as a ghost or a memory of some better past, but just keep going? Don't you dare stop to say hello to me.
Adam: Stuart, no, no. We are brothers. We are together forever. We're brothers, damn it. I need you! I need you in my life. I love you. Stuart, I love you. Please -- please -- Stuart -- Stuart! Stuart!

Alex: Think you should stoke the fire?
Edmund: Thought I did that, too.
Alex: Oh, this is bad. The wood's right over there. Don't even --
Edmund: [British accent] Hello, hello. [Normal voice] Hey, Alexia?
Alex: Yeah?
Edmund: Define "cumcumiform."
Alex: What do you have? Can I call a friend?
Edmund: No. Quit stalling. Definition, please.
Alex: "Cumcumiform" means -- well, it's from the Latin "cumcumis" and "formis," which means shaped like a cucumber.
Edmund: And with all of your lifelines intact.
Alex: Yeah.
Edmund: Tell me what "pellicle" is.
Alex: That's from the ancient Latin "pellicula," diminutive of "pellis," meaning -- I don't know.
Edmund: What?
Alex: Thin skin or membrane.
Edmund: Go to the head of the class.
Alex: What you got there?
Edmund: Nothing.
Alex: What is that?
Edmund: Just this.
Alex: Oh, I don't believe it. Let me see that.
Edmund: It's notes from an impressionable child.
Alex: Let me see.
Edmund: No. No. Just a second. This is a piece of your childhood.
Alex: Yeah.
Edmund: Yeah. This is special. I could just see you in your little school uniform.
Alex: I still have it somewhere.
Edmund: Yeah, with your knee socks bunched over your ankles.
Alex: No, my knee socks never bunched.
Edmund: There you are, hunkered over some big fat dictionary. And I see you. You're biting that lower lip like you do when you're concentrating.
Alex: Is that what I do?
Edmund: Yep.
Alex: Oh, God. I wanted to be a doctor then.
Edmund: No kidding.
Alex: Yeah.
Edmund: See how this is signed? "Alexandra Devane, M.D."
Alex: Oh! The ego.
Edmund: Well, you made it.
Alex: I did.
Edmund: Yes, you did. Listen, next time you have a conversation with your inner child --
Alex: Yeah?
Edmund: Tell her she done good.
Alex: Yeah?
Edmund: Yeah. Uh-uh. No, can't have it. Not until you tell me first what -- what?
Edmund: "Pinguitude" means.
Alex: Um -- it means -- it means getting fat. Getting fat.
Edmund: Use it in a sentence.
Alex: Ok, I'll use it in a sentence. Edmund's lip will be suffering from a state of pinguitude unless he gives me that piece of paper.
Edmund: Come on, make it better. Now you want it? You still can't have it. Hmm, my lip.

Ryan: Have a seat.
Ryan: So --
Gillian: So, I was just -- you go first.
Ryan: No, no, no. No, no. Ladies first.
Gillian: I heard about your new company. Congratulations. I hope it works out for you.
Ryan: Thank you. Yeah, me, too. Me, too. Sort of like an on-line dream factory. Everybody's got dreams, right? So I'm going to help make them come true.
Gillian: You should be good at that.
Ryan: Yeah. Well, we're going to call it IncredibleDreams.Com. When we're up and running, you should log on and check it out.
Gillian: Well, actually, all my dreams have already come true. I'm married to a wonderful man, I'm volunteering at the hospital, and it's only a matter of time and Jake and I will be working side by side.
Ryan: Sort of like Louis and Anna Pasteur.
Gillian: Are you making fun of me?
Ryan: No, Princess, never of you. Well, I guess it sort of sounds like we both have our lives pretty much right where we want them.
Gillian: Yeah. Yeah, we do.

Dixie: If my pulse is through the roof, you can just blame little miss home wrecker downstairs, ok?
David: Dixie, will you please let me listen to your heart, ok?
Dixie: I don't need you to listen to my heart, ok? I really don't, and I don't need you manhandling me right now.
David: Mrs. Martin, I invested a lot of time and skill to make sure that your heart was strong and healthy. I'm not about to let you undo the good work that I've done because you want to have a hissy fit at Liza. Now, let me do my job. Please, sit down, ok? Try to relax. All right, look, let's try the visualization, ok, before I listen to your heart. All right, now, close your eyes. All right, now picture yourself sitting beside a clear mountain stream. You're listening to the soothing sound of the water as it cascades down the rocks. The sky is blue. The air is crisp. And suddenly, an angry bear emerges from the woods chasing Liza with his paws outstretched, his jaws gaped. Argh that's better. Let me see. Oh, I'm right. You see that? Laughter is the best medicine.
Dixie: I know I shouldn't get mad at Liza. I know I shouldn't. I just can't help it. You know, she thinks that she can just slash and burn her way through people's lives, you know, without giving a second thought to who gets hurt.
David: And who's the latest on her hit list?
Dixie: Who's not on it? I mean, I'm not saying that Adam should get off scot-free. I do think that he deserves to suffer for what he's done, but Liza just doesn't give any consideration, you know? She just plays out her little revenge fantasy without thinking about who might get hurt, you know, who might, for better or for worse, actually care about Adam. Hayley and Junior. What about his brother, Stuart? How must he be feeling right now?

Young Stuart: Adam, what happened to your lip?
Young Adam: I had to beat up a couple of guys to get it back. Here, Stuart. Sorry it got torn.
Young Stuart: Why did they take my drawing?
Young Adam: Beats me.
Young Stuart: Why do all the kids make fun of me, Adam? I never did them any harm.
Young Adam: Forget those jerks.
Young Stuart: It's not right, Adam. You shouldn't have to fight my fights for me. I hate it when you get hurt.
Young Adam: What'd you do that for?
Young Stuart: I don't want to be different. I want to be more like you, Adam.
Young Adam: Don't you change one bit, Stuart. I like you just the way you are.

Greenlee: Gillian, hi. Ryan, I hope your tux is cleaned and pressed.
Ryan: Uh -- I actually don't own a tux.
Greenlee: Well, don't worry about it. I just scored us two prime seats to the teens against addiction fundraiser. You can schmooze up your new dot-com venture with all the movers and shakers.
Ryan: That's great.
Greenlee: I'm really excited about Ryan's new business venture. He's going to be like the next Bill Gates, only way cuter and way richer. Is this a private party?

Edmund: So what was this, crib notes for a spelling bee?
Alex: It was a game I used to play with my father.
Edmund: A word game?
Alex: Yeah.
Edmund: Yeah?
Alex: I mean, the object was to try to find a word that he didn't know, so I would -- I'd pore over the dictionary till I could find a really obscure word, and then I'd scribble it down on a piece of paper and I would hand it to him at dinner. And I would tell him that he had 15 seconds in which to come up with the right answer.
Edmund: And was he always right?
Alex: Yeah. I mean, he was rarely wrong.
Edmund: Wow. You mean to tell me he knew what "pinguitude" meant?
Alex: Mm-hmm. Very well read.
Edmund: Yeah, so am I.
Alex: Modestly.
Edmund: No, I'm just saying -- I am saying that I -- I don't know, I've just never heard of that word before.
Alex: Well, my father, I think, was -- he was sort of a paradox. You know what that means, right?
Edmund: Yes, I do, wise guy.
Alex: And on the one hand, he was this kind of -- this really sensitive artist. And then on the other, he had this wicked competitive streak.
Edmund: Hmm, not at all like his daughter.
Alex: I've had my share of victories, I'll have you know.
Edmund: Mm-hmm, I'm sure. And what would happen when you won?
Alex: I would gloat mercilessly, smugly for hours. I'm a bad loser, and I'm an insufferable winner.
Edmund: I will file that away for future reference.
Alex: Never challenge me to a game of tennis because my backhand's been clocked at 60 miles per hour.
Edmund: 60, Huh? You want to show me your game right now?

Dixie: I'm so mad at Tad. I'm mad at Liza. I am mad at Adam.
David: All right, all right, let's keep the blood pressure down.
Dixie: I am entitled to feel the way I do. You know, these people create all this chaos, and then I am the one who is always left to fix it and clean it up.
David: Well, it's a dirty job, but I guess somebody has to do it, right?
Dixie: But why is it always me? You know, Adam can't show for a time that he's supposed to meet with Junior. "Oh, Mommy Dixie will explain it all. Don't worry about that." Tad decides to just sort of cut Dixie out of the loop, but that no problem. "Dixie will understand. She'll come around. She always does." Liza wants to drag my husband into her stupid little domestic dramas. "Oh, don't worry. Dixie will have Tad's dinner waiting for when he comes home --" they think that I'm just some sort of dishrag, you know, to clean up their messes. Well, if that's what they think, they have another thought coming.
David: Oh, Dixie, nobody would ever mistake you for a dishrag. A doormat, maybe.
Dixie: A doormat? What?
David: You let people trample all over you. And through it all, you still say, "Welcome."
Dixie: You think that? You think I'm a doormat?

Young Stuart: It's not right, Adam. You shouldn't have to fight for me. I have to learn to take care of myself.
Young Adam: No, you don't, Stuart. I can do the fighting for both of us. I'm good at it. I can use these.
Young Stuart: You can teach me to use mine.
Young Adam: Nah. You keep on being good for both of us. Leave fighting the bad guys to me. I'll be your safety, and you be my heart, as long as we live.

Stuart: Oh, my gosh, Adam, what have I done to you? What have I done?

Edmund: You know, I can't wait to go exploring.
Alex: I thought you already did that. So lame.
Edmund: I mean this house. All the summers you spent here as a kid. What?
Alex: I want to show you something. Move. Oh, gosh. I wonder if it's still here. Oh, it is. Oh, Lord. Wow. When you were young, did you know that one day that you were going to be a well-known writer?
Edmund: No.
Alex: See, I sort of had this image of myself projected into the future. I mean, it's not like I was in a hurry to grow up or anything. It's that -- like a lot of people, I could see my future, and I just couldn't wait to get there.
Edmund: I can understand that.
Alex: Right. And then I also had this photograph in my head of me coming back here when I was grown-up to see if I had measured up to my expectations because the only person I wanted to impress other than my father was myself. I mean, I guess this is sort of a yardstick or something. I couldn't have been more than 9 or 10 when I wrote it.
Edmund: "I remember you."
Alex: Ironic, isn't it? I mean, with the whole chunk of my life that I don't recall. And the little girl who lived here, she knew me. She remembers me. Maybe I should get to know her again.
Edmund: You want to know about you? Just ask me.
Alex: You've already done the impossible -- made me happy again. You made me very happy.

Gillian: No, it's not a private party. In fact, it's not a party at all. See, Ryan and I were just playing catch-up. I was just telling him how perfect my life is.
Greenlee: Well, you're smart, Gillian. Not everyone's savvy enough to know when they have it made.
Gillian: Yeah. Well, I have to get back to Dixie. Good night.

Greenlee: So, Ryan, about that tux -- I saw this beautiful one in the window at Lacy's, and I thought that we could go by there tomorrow and check it out. Or I could go by and pick it up, and you could try it on and have my grandfather's tailor tailor it for you.

David: Dixie, you're no more a doormat than I am humble.
Dixie: You just said that --
David: Yeah, I know I said that. I said it because I wanted you to hear how ridiculous it sounds. I've seen you in action, Dixie. I've seen you muster up superhuman strength in impossible circumstances when you fight for your son. You're a force to be reckoned with. And what you consider to be weakness, I see as having heart.
Dixie: Well, you're always telling me to be careful with my heart.
David: No, I say take care of your heart.
Dixie: What?
David: I was just thinking how honored I am to know you.

Doctor: Mr. Chandler's brother left a little while ago. He's been that way ever since. He hasn't moved. Do you want to go in?
Liza: No. Thank you.

Stuart: Oh, Adam, forgive me. You are the way you are because of me. I made you this way. I got to go back. I got -- I got to set things right.

[Car accelerates]

[Car tires screech]

Adam: Stuart!

[Crash]



On the next "ALL MY CHILDREN"

Erica: I'm glad you're here.
Dixie: Oh, no.

Adrian: What are you doing tomorrow night?

Adam: It's Stuart. I have to find him. He's in trouble.

Arlene: What have I done?