Image: You missed a spot. You can't clean your troubles away. Come on, talk to me.
Janet: No.
Image: You'll hurt my feelings.
Janet: You don't have any feelings.
Image: Oh, I see. I'm just a figment of your imagination.
Janet: That's right, you are.
Image: Just a shadow from your troubled childhood. Take comfort in my shade, Janet. Let me help you.
Janet: I don't want your help.
Image: Oh, little Miss "I can do it all myself" again, huh? Remember when Natalie tried to help you with that science project? You were building a pyramid out of sugar cubes. But what you really wanted was the blue ribbon that your sister won every year. You gave it a good effort. Came out a little lopsided, but you did the best you could.
Janet: I remember carrying that to school. I put the pyramid on top of a piece of poster board. I was so sure I'd win that ribbon.
Image: And then the skies opened up and the rain came down. And pretty soon, you were left with a sticky mess. But that's pretty much sugar water under the bridge, isn't it? You've got bigger problems now. Sophie isn't going to go away without financial aid.
Janet: I sure wish you'd go away.
Image: No you don't. You need me. I'm the only part of you that can get blood out of a turnip.
Janet: What I need is $50,000 cash.
Image: That's a lot of money. But not when you're talking about the safety of your daughter. You got to keep her out of Sophie's clutches.
Janet: I'll never let anybody touch Amanda. I'll kill --
Image: There's the Janet I know. I'll tell you what. Why don't you mosey on out to the garage and see if you can find a crowbar laying around somewhere.
Janet: Oh, no. I won't go there. Never again.
Image: Don't be afraid. I'll go with you.
Janet: No. I have everything I've always wanted -- a husband who loves me, a daughter who's an angel, and people who care about me, a reason to get up in the morning. I'm not going to let mean Janet green take it away from me!
Image: Sounds like you'd be up a river without a crowbar then.

Palmer: Will you stop all this? What is this for?
Vanessa: Well, we can hardly celebrate on wood veneer.
Palmer: What are we celebrating?
Vanessa: Our good fortune -- your surviving an assassin's bullet. Leo, be a lamb and pop the cork on that sparkling cider, will you? We'll save the champagne for your homecoming.

[Cork pops]

Vanessa: Ah!
Leo: Sorry. Contents under pressure.
Vanessa: Well. Well, this is just a marvelous time for the three of us to get to know each other.
Palmer: Well, you and Leo have had a sizeable head start.
Vanessa: Well, you'll catch you up, darling, not to worry. Now, I would like to propose a toast. Palmer, would you lift your glass to Leo?
Palmer: The unsung prodigal?
Vanessa: Darling, I always knew life held great things in store for you.
Leo: Mother, please.
Vanessa: No, no, now's the time for you to shine. And I know that Palmer, well, goes along with me wishing you into the family. Which includes your entree into the family business. Oh, darling. And just as soon as Palmer's back on his game, he can start grooming you to take your position as head of Cortlandt Electronics.
Palmer: Now, see here. I'm not exactly moldering on the vine. I fully intend to run my business into the next millennium.
Vanessa: Of course, darling. Besides, everyone knows you're invincible. I don't know. Some day far off in the distant future, when you find yourself unable to carry on, your feet stumble, your brain starts to unravel, won't it be a comfort knowing that Leo's right there in the wings ready to take over his rightful position --
Palmer: I fully intended for my son, Peter, to take over --
Vanessa: Petey's just a child. And I'm sure that Leo will find the lad some way to make himself useful in some minor capacity.
Palmer: Now, see here. My business is highly competitive. It takes a killer instinct, immersion in the world techno-trade. It is not an arena for an amateur.
Vanessa: All right, darling. Believe me, I know that you know all about killer instincts. But in the light of the close call we have all h and poor Leo having to suffer at the hands of those monstrous thugs -- I don't know -- maybe you want to reconsider?

[Knock on door]

Derek: Excuse me for barging in.
Vanessa: Lt. Frye, won't you join us for some sparkling cider?
Derek: Oh, no, thank you. But if he's up to it, I would like to run down the night of the shooting with your husband.
Palmer: We've covered all of that material.
Derek: Yes, but I've gone over my notes, and there's just a few things that don't add up.
Palmer: This is harassment. I am going to call Mayor Tutwiller. I --
Vanessa: No, no, darling, please. That will not be necessary.
Palmer: Oh, that hurts.
Vanessa: Oh. Lt. Frye, I think I can clear up any confusion you might have. I know why my husband was shot.

Becca: You're percussive, too?
Scott: Woo-hoo.
Becca: Mm-hmm. Here, here, wait. Let me show you how it's done. Ready?
Becca: Ready?

[Knock on door]

Becca: Oh. Oh, wait, hold on, let me get the door. Oh, hi, Mrs. Chandler. Come in.
Marian: Becca. Hello, Scott, darling.
Scott: Hey, Marian. What brings you by?
Marian: Oh, dear. The party's over, isn't it?
Scott: Yeah. Were you invited?
Marian: Oh, no, no, no. I was out shopping, and I thought I'd drop by and drive Liza and Colby home.
Becca: Oh, you're about 30 minutes too late. I'm sorry.
Scott: Yeah, Liza will probably beat you home.
Marian: No, she's not there. I just called. What about Jake?
Scott: I don't know. He didn't file a flight plan, but he's probably back at the hospital.
Marian: No, I mean, how did he appear to you on a scale of one to 10? 10 Being total devastation.
Becca: Well, Liza was a little bit quiet, but Jake was totally over the moon about Colby, in complete daddy mode.
Scott: You all right, Marian? You seem a little rattled.
Marian: Rattled?
Scott: Rattled.
Marian: Well, you're imagining things. I mean, why would I be rattled? I mean --

[glass shatters]

Marian: Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. Oh, dear.
Becca: Oh, gosh, no, it's ok. It's ok. It's ok, it's ok.

Liza: Are you awake? Hi. I -- I wanted to see you. Yeah.
Gillian: Jake.
Liza: That's why I'm here. I know what Adam did, that he's Colby's father and not Jake. No, but Jake doesn't know yet, Gillian. He doesn't know, and I haven't found the words. I haven't found the heart to tell him. And I needed to talk to you. Ryan told me that you were frantic to see him the night that you had your accident. And now I know why -- because you knew. And you knew before I knew. And you wanted to tell him. And he deserves to know. But I just haven't been able to tell him that Colby's not his daughter. You know? He deserves to know. And I was going to tell him at dinner, and -- and I couldn't. And I want to tell him, but I just can't imagine what it's going to look like, his face, when I tell him that the love of his life just isn't --

[door opens]

Jake: Ahem. Hey. You're back.
Liza: Yeah.
Jake: What's going on?
Jake: I know the princess likes visitors, but twice in one day? What's going on?
Liza: Oh, well, Gillian really enjoyed seeing Colby earlier, so I thought I'd come by for a good-night hug. I didn't really look at the time, whether it was ok with visiting hours.
Jake: No, it's fine. Colby has a 24-hour pass here. Certain perks of being my daughter. Hey, pumpkin, what's up? Yes. Oh, yes. She can bring the lowest spirits sky high, isn't that right? See, most guys, they come home from work and they like to sit down in front of the TV and have beer and some chips, and that's fine. But all I need is you. All I need is my Colby fix. One smile from you, and that's it, I'm through the moon, right? Hmm?
Gillian: Din-- din--
Jake: "Din"? Din, din, din -- dinner. Dinner at Tad's. Boy, that's his version of dinner -- pizza, chips, and eggnog.
What's that? Huh? I can't hear you. Ok, I'll tell her. I'll tell her. Colby wants you to know that she wants you to get well really soon so you can join us at the next Martin family dinner. And she'll share her recipe for strained peas and strained carrots. And you do something else really well. What is it? Ah, the sugar kisses for dessert. Yes, sugar -- is everything all right? What's going on?
Liza: No, nothing. Things are great.

[Pager beeps]

Jake: Ok. Oh. I got to run. Wrap up this cuddle fest soon. I hate to split everybody up, but they need to get some sleep. You need to get some sleep, all right? And you need to get some sleep, too. Ok? All right.
Liza: Ok.

Liza: What am I going to do? How am I going to tell him? What is it going to do to him when I tell him the truth? Come here.
Liza: Yeah. It's going to break his heart.

Image: Come on, Janet. A light little crack on the skull, and Sophie will be out of your misery.
Janet: They'd know it was me. The crowbar's a dead giveaway.
Image: No pun intended.
Janet: Don't you understand? Derek's been here twice already, quizzing me and Trevor about Sophie. They'd find the body. They'd put two and two together, and your great idea would send me back to Statesville prison.
Image: Three squares a day, a cushy job in the laundry room. Oh, did you ever finish that paint-by-numbers Sistine chapel?
Janet: I am not going back to prison. I am not going to lose my family!
Image: Ok, ok, fine. Maybe the crowbar is a little obvious. So we'll just figure out a more creative way to off Sophie.
Janet: We're not doing anything. You're going back to whatever corner of hell you escaped from.
Image: What are you going to do? Kill me with that hammer? You can't get rid of me. I'm your troubled inner child. And I've got an idea. Tell Trevor about the jam you're in. I mean, you're always telling me how great he is. Well, if he's so great, just explain to him that Sophie's blackmailing you, that she's threatening to hurt Amanda. She's an ex-con that contacted you over a month ago -- granted, you covered that up -- but now you can't keep it to yourself anymore because you saw her leaving Amanda's room. And then, while you're at it, you can tell him about me, the real Janet Green, the one you can never get rid of, no matter how much therapy or plastic surgery you have.
Janet: Stop it!
Image: You know, since Trevor loves you so much, I'm sure he'll understand that you're simply coming unhinged.
Janet: I am not crazy.
Image: No, you're just scared. Scared that if you tell him about me, that love light would go out of his eyes. You're afraid that when you turn your back, he'll be on the phone to Oakhaven so fast you won't know what happened to you, making a reservation for one of those padded rooms.

Trevor: Janet?

Image: Now's your chance.

Trevor: Babe?

Image: You go, girl.

Trevor: Hey, what's with the late-night housekeeping?

Derek: Mrs. Cortlandt, you have a theory about your husband's shooting and I would really like to hear it, but right now I need a minute to talk to your husband -- in private.
Vanessa: Oh. Oh. Very well. Don't tire him too much, lieutenant. You have no idea how dearly he's suffered already.

Vanessa: Would you mind letting me in on the joke?
Leo: Oh, you're marvelous, mummy. You've still got it.
Vanessa: Got what?
Leo: Well, the whip hand.
Vanessa: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Leo: I remember when I was -- well, I was very young. Still in short pants. You'd just finished dressing down a shopkeeper for giving you the wrong change. As I recall, you made her cry. And as we left the shop, I remarked that I felt sorry for the poor girl, which prompted our first mother-son chat.
Vanessa: What pearls of wisdom did I impart?
Leo: You said that once you've got the whip in your hand, don't let it go and don't be afraid to use it.
Vanessa: And I don't remember ever saying anything like that.
Leo: It's what you're doing right now, eh, Mama? Riding palmer like a prize jumper, whip cracking, spurs at his flanks, forcing him to jump over your hurdles.
Vanessa: All right, don't be smart with me, young man. Everything I do is for your benefit.
Leo: Turning the screws is your favorite pastime.
Vanessa: What do you expect of me after my husband tries to have me killed? No, Palmer owes me big. For the pain and suffering.
Leo: I'm the one who will suffer. I have no desire to work as a corporate cog.
Vanessa: Hardly a cog, darling. One day in the future, you will be the lord high pooh-bah, the CEO., The man who cracks the --
Leo: Cracks the whip. Sorry, Vanessa, but I have no desire to work for Palmer.
Vanessa: My darling, you have no desire to work, period. But who said anything about work? As Palmer's stepson, you will be entitled to be on the payroll, a fancy title, a secretary, private secretary who runs all your errands, not to mention a very fancy expense account so you can entertain all of your ladies in style.
Leo: Nothing escapes you.
Vanessa: Well, it's a mother's job to know everything.
Leo: Well, not everything. Not what's going on in step papa's room right now.

Derek: Can you I.D. This guy?
Palmer: I doubt we travel in the same circles.
Derek: He's a PI. Name is Fred Johnson. Clientele high-rent, jobs low-profile.
Palmer: And you're boring me with all of this because?
Derek: Members of the Valley Inn hotel staff reported seeing you with this man. And the police have also learned that Mr. Johnson was spotted leaving the country with a man whose reputation is as a hired killer.
Palmer: Are you suggesting that I had something to do with my shooting?
Derek: You tell me.

Marian: I'm sorry. I'll replace the glass.
Becca: No, it's ok. Here. You just take some water. Ok? Relax. I am going to clean it up.
Marian: Oh, no, it's my mess. I should really --
Becca: No, no, no. Scott, tell Mrs. Chandler that she can't win.
Scott: Believe her. She's a force to be reckoned with. Are you ok?
Marian: Oh, I'm fine. It's just holiday jitters. You know, I haven't done any of my Christmas shopping yet.
Becca: I'm going to go --
Scott: Well, you know, in that case, there's someone you might want to add to your list. Becca. You won't believe what she did the other day. She overheard Millicent Greenlee badmouthing Dad. She turned around and read the old prune the riot act.
Marian: Really?
Scott: Really. She called Millie a small-minded bigot and told her that she'd rather have Stuart's heart than all of the money in Switzerland.
Marian: Becca told you she said that?
Scott: No, no. Tiffany from the Glamorama? She did. Becca's not into, you know, boasting about herself. But she sure gave Dad a power buildup, and Millicent was stunned speechless.
Marian: You mean, Becca risked her job to stand up for Stuart?
Scott: Yeah, yeah. She believes in standing up for what she believes in even though it might risk her own hide.
Becca: I'm sorry to interrupt, but, Mrs. Chandler, I don't know if you've eaten yet, but there's plenty of pizza in there. I could put in the microwave really fast.
Marian: That's kind of you, but I really must be going.
Becca: Well, are you sure you're ok to drive?
Marian: Yes, I am, thank you. And -- and I really mean that. I've underestimated you, Becca. You're a lovely young lady, and Scott's lucky to have you in his life.
Becca: Thank you. Thank you so much. And, Mrs. Chandler, I really hope that everything turns out ok, whatever's bothering you.
Marian: Yes, I do, too. Thanks so much. Good night.
Becca: Good night.

Liza: You care about him very much, don't you? And you don't want me to tell him that Colby's not his daughter. But, Gillian, how can I not tell him? How can I watch him every day falling in love with her a little bit more and more, knowing that he's living a lie?

Janet: Just tidying up a little bit.
Trevor: Whatever floats your boat. So, how's Amanda?
Janet: She has a little fever, but I think she's going to be all right to go to school tomorrow.
Trevor: Good.
Janet: How was your bowling game?
Trevor: What?
Janet: Your bowling -- did you win?
Trevor: Oh, we just did some practice games.
I can't find it. It's not here.
Janet: What?
What are you looking for? Trevor: That homeless project that Erica supports? She said she'd be sending us a letter hitting us up for a contribution.
Janet: When did you see Erica?
Trevor: Before. And she told me this cockamamie story about you coming to her and asking her for some incredible amount of money for a children's charity? What, $50,000? I'll tell you, that mambo she's doing with that Dr. Smile must be doing something to her brain. 500, 5,000 I can understand. But 50,000 samolians? Why on earth would you, even for the name of sweet charity, be asking her for 50,000 bucks?
Janet: Why? Why would I?
Trevor: Oh, that reminds me. She wanted you to have this. She cut this check for a thou. She said you left before she could sign it.

Palmer: Lt. Frye, why would anybody pay to have himself shot?
Derek: Did I say that?
Palmer: You implied that.
Derek: Just throwing out questions. Casting around for answers that make some sense.
Palmer: I've told you everything I know.
Derek: You didn't tell me why you hired the PI. Or why he was on the premises during the night of the shooting or why he was with a known gunman.
Vanessa: Lt. Frye, I can see that you are upsetting my husband. I mean, hasn't he already been through enough?
Derek: Well, he's spry enough to dodge my questions.
Vanessa: Palmer, darling, don't you think it's time we told the police the truth? Who that bullet was really meant for?
Lieutenant, I'm afraid my husband hasn't been totally truthful. But I'm going to tell you exactly what happened the night my husband was shot.

Vanessa: Oh, Lieutenant, I'm sure you're aware that all married people and newlyweds have a period of adjustment. And it pains me to say that palmer and I have had quite a difficult transition from the honeymoon to the day-to-day rigors of marriage.
Palmer: Vanessa, I don't think it's necessary to bore the lieutenant with all of this. I really don't.
Vanessa: No. The truth is best, Palmer. You'll have to excuse my husband if he hasn't been totally forthcoming because -- if he lied, it's only by omission. And he only did it to --
Palmer: Vanessa. I would like to have a word with you in private.
Vanessa: No, Palmer, I think we should get this all out into the open and let the chips lay where they may. Lieutenant, my husband gave me a wonderful party to celebrate our marriage. It's actually a public display of his devotion to me, and little did I know what he was actually plotting behind the scenes.
Derek: Plotting?
Vanessa: Yes. You see, my husband hired a private detective. And another man, I think -- what do you call them? Triggerman? Lieutenant, they were hired for security purposes. Oh, this -- you know, it -- you see, a former lover of mine had come back into my life and -- totally unbidden, I assure you. He happened to be a terribly possessive and jealous man. And when he heard I married Palmer, he -- he snapped.
Derek: Go on.
Vanessa: Well, it started with harassing, the phone calls. First he threatened to kill me, then Palmer, then both of us. Then he started the stalking.
Derek: Did you tell the police about any of these incidents?
Vanessa: Oh, no, Palmer's too much of a gentleman. He didn't want to involve me in the slightest hint of scandal. But, Lieutenant, we did have reason to believe that he would strike the night of the party.
Derek: Why didn't you cancel?
Vanessa: Well, I begged my husband to do exactly that, but he absolutely refused. He said no ex-lover of mine is going to run our lives. You know, I think this party meant more to my husband even than it did to me. Because, Lieutenant, he -- he wanted to show me off. Unfortunately, security wasn't quite as secure as he planned. When Palmer saw the barrel of that gun, he took the bullet for me. I mean, really, can you imagine what it feels like to have someone willing die rather than lose you?
Derek: Why didn't any of this come out during questioning?
Vanessa: Again, because he simply wanted to protect my reputation. But you know, darling, in light of the sacrifice you've made, I'm certainly willing to do my part. My former lover's name is Randolph Fairbrother.
Derek: Fairbrother.
Vanessa: That's right. But I have to warn you, lieutenant, he's very cunning. He's probably out of the country by now.
Derek: All right. Look, um -- Mrs. Cortlandt, why don't you come down to the station tomorrow and give a full statement. Mr. Cortlandt, what you did wasn't very smart. You're very lucky to be alive. Excuse me.

Leo: Well, tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode.
Palmer: Leo, leave me alone with your mother.

Palmer: That was the damnedest story I have ever heard. And I thank you.
Vanessa: Oh, Palmer, ain't love grand.

Janet: Erica must have misheard me. $50,000.
Trevor: I love you. Come here. I love you beyond belief, you know that? And I already know what you're up to.
Janet: You do?
Trevor: Yeah, all this talk about charity. What's the old saw, "charity starts at home"? You asked me for $50,000 to invest in some get-rich-quick scheme. We were going to be instant gazillionaires. And when I balked, you went to Erica and tried to jolly her to bankroll our future retirement fund, right?
Janet: You know me too well.
Trevor: Darn right I do. There's not a crooked bone in that beautiful body of your you figured you'd make a huge profit, pay her back with interest, and be a big hero. I got news for you -- you're already a hero.
Janet: I am?
Trevor: To me, big time. We don't need no get-rich-quick scheme to be happy. What we got, our love, is pure platinum. You got that? We are the richest two people on the face of the earth. So if somebody asks you, you just tell them we're already on easy street.
Janet: What was that?
Trevor: Just a little something on account.
Janet: On account of what?
Trevor: On account of I love you.

Liza: I don't know how I'll do it. But I won't tell him. I won't tell him. I promise you that I won't tell him the truth. I won't tell him that Colby is not his daughter.

[Colby fusses]

Liza: I -- I should go. I'm just going to start upsetting her by crying. Take care of yourself.

[Door opens]

Jake: Oh. They're gone. I was hoping to get a last smooch before the evening was up. Hey. Gillian, what's wrong? Hey, hey.

Scott: It's late. I'm going to go.
Becca: Oh.
Scott: Split.
Becca: Yeah, ok. Ok. I hope that your step mom feels better.
Scott: Marian's all right. She's a little hair-brained, but she's all right. Which explains her but not the rest of my family.
Becca: What do you mean?
Scott: We've been acting like pod people lately. Adam's acting weird. And Dad, he's just --
Becca: Families, huh? Got to love them.
Scott: Right.
Becca: Right.
Scott: So.
Becca: So.
Scott: You want to do something tomorrow? Maybe grab a bite?
Becca: Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. Sounds like a plan.
Scott: I'll call you in the morning.
Becca: Ok.
Scott: Ok.
Becca: Ok.
Scott: Bye.
Becca: Bye. Drive safely.

Marian: Oh, Liza. Oh, thank goodness. I've been worried sick. Oh, no. You told Jake, didn't you? Oh, Liza. Adam's going to get out of there and try to get custody of Colby. Now we're going to have to hire the best lawyers in the country to keep him from taking your baby away from you. Even though he is her real father --
Liza: Jake is Colby's real father.
Marian: Oh, yes, in a perfect world, he would go on being --
Liza: Well, I think it's up to us to make this world perfect for my daughter.
Marian: Well, that would be a world without Adam Chandler.
Liza: Exactly. I had a revelation tonight, mother. I saw Jake with Colby -- the way he held her, the way he spoke to her. And she's his heart, and I'm not going to break it.
Marian: Oh, thank goodness. You didn't tell him, did you?
Liza: No, only Adam would be that cruel.
Marian: Well, that only leaves Gillian and David, then.
Liza: I'll take care of David, and Gillian's not going to tell Jake and nor will I. Not now. Not ever.
Marian: But when Adam gets out of that room, he's going to go straight to Jake.
Liza: Well, that's what we need to discuss. There's been a change in strategy.

Vanessa: Palmer, you do believe one good turn deserves another, don't you?
Palmer: Uh --
Vanessa: Of course you do, darling. Leo! Come back inside, darling.
Leo: If this is a command group hug, I'll pass.
Vanessa: Don't be such a drag. Now, since you have been given a new lease on life, I think it's only fair that Leo share in the wealth, don't you? In the form of a prominent position at Cortlandt Electronics.
Palmer: Now, see here, Vanessa --
Vanessa: Leo's got such a good head on his shoulder, darling. I mean, he handles all my money. Oh, he speaks several languages. And as a matter of fact, I think he'd be perfect for vice president in charge of international relations.
Palmer: That's my bailiwick.
Vanessa: Well, he can be your protégé -- at a top executive's salary, of course.
Palmer: Well, I don't -- I don't --
Vanessa: You know, I simply dread going down to that nasty police station tomorrow, especially if I haven't had any sleep, because who knows what I'll say? I could possibly say something incriminating. But I know I'll sleep very well knowing that my loving husband and my darling son will be working together.
Palmer: Welcome aboard.
Leo: Thank you, sir. It's always been a dream of mine to be a young lion. What's my first assignment?
Palmer: Signor Agnelli will be arriving in town tomorrow. He's a very important Italian buyer. You will be his liaison, and you will see that he is treated well.
Leo: Lucino Agnelli?
Palmer: Mm-hmm.
Leo: Of the Milan Agnellis?
Palmer: Mm-hmm.
Leo: I went to boarding school with his son Paolo. I'm sure we'll find we have a lot in common, sir.

Janet: You're right, Trevor. We are rich.
Trevor: Shall we transfer our balances upstairs?
Janet: Why don't you get the bed warm for me. I'll be up in a few minutes.
Trevor: All right. Hey, I wonder if Derek got a bead on Sophie. We'll talk about that tomorrow. Five minutes.
Image: What a hunk of man. You sure you wouldn't trade
Image: You were right, Janet. Trevor loves you. Loves you so much, in fact, he even cooked you up an alibi.
Janet: Get lost.
Image: So riddle me this -- if you've got a guy that's so crazy about you, a guy you could take to the bank, why'd you lie?
Janet: I didn't lie.
Image: Well, you didn't tell the truth. Trevor gave you a perfect opening to explain why you needed the money, but you didn't go there. No, you blew it. You are such a loser. No wonder Wilma preferred Natalie.

Vanessa: Ah. To Leo and a long and enterprising career. And to your mentor, my loving husband.
Palmer: Don't forget rich and generous.
Leo: And whipped.
Palmer: What? What?
Vanessa: Never mind. Now, where was I? Yes -- to my rich and generous husband. Where would we be without you?

Jake: Hey. Look, honey, I know it's frustrating. I do. But before long, you're going to be talking a blue streak. I know it. I just know it. You just -- you got to be positive. Think positive thoughts. You want to borrow some of mine? I got plenty. Ok. Colby's first Christmas this year. How's that for a warm and fuzzy moment -- hmm? There's going to be a lot more of those. I promise. I promise. You believe me? Yeah? Good.

Marian: Liza, keep your voice down. Adam can hear us on the monitor.
Liza: Mother, I don't care if he can hear every word. He's probably sleeping. Even lying, manipulative monsters need their beauty sleep. I hope you're sleeping well.
Marian: Darling, can you stick pins in Adam later? Just tell me how you're going to keep Colby's parentage a secret.
Liza: All I know is that you can do anything if you have the right motivation. Jake is the best father for Colby. He's earned the right to be the only father.
Marian: Well, what about Adam? We can't keep him in that room forever -- tempting though it may be.
Liza: Well, I think you should leave Adam to me.