Liza: Hayley strangled her mother and you threw the body overboard?
Adam: Yes.
Liza: Arlene is dead? My God. Oh, my God, what have you done?
Adam: It all happened so fast. All I could think of was Hayley facing murder charges. I couldn't allow that to happen.
Liza: Does Hayley know what you did?
Adam: Oh, no, no. I told her Arlene recovered and fled to Europe.
Liza: Well, that's what you told me.
Adam: I know, I could-- I was afraid to tell you the truth. I was afraid that you wouldn't understand. And I was right, wasn't I?
Liza: What don't I understand? Hayley strangles her mother and you take the body and you throw it overboard. She doesn't even know what she's done. And to hide it you're going to forge a dead woman's signature on your divorce papers. Will you never learn?
Adam: Hayley's not going to prison for this.
Liza: You can't keep quiet about this. You have to tell Hayley. You have to tell the police. You could hire the best lawyers in the world.
Adam: No.
Liza: Hayley was drugged. They will build a defense for her. She will never see jail time as long as she turns herself in.
Adam: I'm never going to tell her that she did this ever.
Liza: For God's sake. Think about what's best for your daughter.
Adam: Hayley is too fragile for this. She must never know what happened.
Liza: Suppose she remembers. Suppose one day they knock on her door and they arrest her for murdering her mother.
Adam: I won't allow that to happen. If it should come out that Arlene is dead, then I will say that I found Arlene on the deck of the ship. She was alive, I killed her, and threw her overboard. No one is going to punish Hayley for this. I'm clear as to what I have to do. How about you? Are you going to the police?

Dixie: What's taking so long? He's been in that treatment room forever. It's just so unfair. You know, he's been rehearsing for weeks. His band is performing tonight.
David: It always amazes me.
Dixie: What's that?
David: How much you love.
Dixie: He's my son, David. David: He's a lucky kid,
having you to tuck him into bed every night.
Dixie: Well. Come on, I mean, I practically need a passport to get in his room while he's in it. And as for tucking in, you wouldn't think "Mom" was a seven-syllable word, would you?
David: I still think he's a very lucky kid. Dixie: Oh, well, it was nice while it lasted. Couple years ago when I was still back in Pigeon Hollow with him, before I remarried Tad, it was just -- just Junior and me. That was nice. You know, we'd play games and, you know, help him do his homework. Then we'd go outside and play catch. It's a good thing he wasn't into soccer then. I just don't have the legs for that. What?
David: You just told me that someday the right woman would come into my life.
Dixie: Well, yes. Yes, that's true. She's out there. Just trust me on that.
David: Do you honestly believe that a woman like you comes along more than once in a lifetime, Dixie?
Dixie: Well, that's very nice of you to say, but you're just going to have to do with a pale imitation, I guess.
David: I'm being very serious here.
Dixie: Yeah, I kind of know you are. Don't be. Maybe you could work some of your medical magic and get junior to come out of that treatment room, though, huh?
David: No problem. Take a look.
Dixie: Hey. Hey.

Brooke: Honey, that can't be. Eliot couldn't have pushed you off the boat.
Laura: He did, Mom. I remember now.
Eliot: Wait a minute, Laura, you're mistaken. Why would I have pushed you? Can you think of a reason? Why would I have done something so sick?
Laura: Oh, that's easy. You push me, then save me, then you're a hero. And you got what you wanted, didn't you? You're all cozy with my mom now.

Leo: Yeah!
Greenlee: Leo! Leo! Leo! Leo. Can we get out of here?
Leo: In a minute! I still want to find out who pushed Laura at the yacht party.
Greenlee: You know what I want?
Leo: What?
Greenlee: What are 5 billion Chinese people talking about now that they don't have Laura and her problems to discuss?
Leo: Greenlee, this is so not like you. Normally you'd be all over this topic.
Greenlee: So yesterday. Let's just go, ok? We have a whole list of apartments from Marian Chandler. Let's find one with a Jacuzzi, take it for a spin.
Leo: I'd love to, but I have an errand to run.
Greenlee: I'll help you.
Leo: You wouldn't like it. I told Bianca that I'd take her home after school.
Greenlee: Oh! You going to keep talking about Laura getting dunked? I'm sure Bianca would just as soon forget the whole thing.
Leo: Yeah, well, Laura doesn't think the same way. She wants prison time for whoever did this to her. Greenlee: Not whoever, Leo. I told you it was Bianca.
Leo: Right. So you said. Bianca pushed Laura. See you.
Greenlee: Leo, wait. Before you go, I forgot something.
Leo: What was that for?
Greenlee: Just because you're cute.
Leo: No, you're cuter.
Greenlee: Leo? Have you ever done it under the bleachers in a high school gym?
Leo: Uh, it sounds uncomfortable.
Greenlee: Not if I --
Leo: You can do that? You've been holding out on me.
Greenlee: Oh, there's a lot of things that I haven't shown you.
Leo: Oh. You know what? Could you hold that thought? I have to go pick up Bianca. I love you. Love you.
Greenlee: I love you too. Leo? Where you really going?
Leo: I told you, I have to go pick up Bianca.

Brooke: Honey, exactly what do you remember?
Laura: It came back to me today like a flash. I remember somebody pushing me, and I think it was you.
Eliot: Laura, listen to me, you're mistaken. Maybe you're thinking back to the time when I was helping you back up on the ship.
Laura: Oh. Oh, yeah, like I forget the difference between up and down. I know what I remember.
Eliot: You know that I wouldn't do this. Brooke, tell her.
Brooke: Just wait a minute, all right? These details she's remembering are important. Let her say what she wants to say.
Eliot: Ok, ok, fine. You can both say what you want about me. If you want to continue to blame me for little Laura's death, bring it on, ok? I deserve it. But you know that I'm not guilty about this, Brooke. You know it.

Dixie: So is it serious?
Junior: No, it's just a sprain.
Doctor: Oh, the wrist is swollen and there will be some pain for a while.
Junior: But I can perform tonight?
Dixie: But isn't it going to hurt when he does his dance moves?
Doctor: Probably.
Junior: Everything's synchronized. I've got to do the routine.
Dixie: But could that cause him any permanent damage?
Doctor: If I were him, I'd want to do the gig, too.
Dixie: All right. Ok, all right. Just try and be careful, ok?
Junior: I will, Mom.
Dixie: Ok.
David: Thank you, Doctor.

Junior: We've got to get to the high school. The other guys are waiting.
Dixie: Ok. All right, we will. Sure.
Junior: Do you think Tad will be back in time to see the set?
Dixie: Honey, you told Tad before he left on his trip that you didn't want him there. You didn't any of us there.
Junior: Ok. No biggie. I'm going to go call Frankie, tell him that I'm ok.
Dixie: Ok. Ok.

David: Too bad about Tad, huh?
Dixie: I know. He's at such a difficult age to figure out. I mean, he says that he doesn't, you know, want us there like totally uncool groupies, but then he needs us there to cheer him on.
David: Well, I must've skipped that phase. Whenever I told Vanessa to stay clear, I meant it.
Dixie: I'm sure if Tad was here, he would definitely try to make it.
David: Oh, I'm sure he would. So what's the deal with Junior's band? I mean, what kind of band is it?
Dixie: It's a singing band. They're singers, actually. They call the band Dreamstreet. He formed it with some of his friends. I personally think they're adorable, but he takes it very seriously. After soccer, it's the most important thing in the universe.
David: So this is a very, very big deal for him.
Dixie: Oh, yeah. It's a battle of the bands-type contest and he is set on winning it.

Junior: No, no, no, no. No, that's a great spot. Better to go near the end. Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.

Junior: Hi, Winifred, it's Junior. Is my dad there? Out of the country? Oh. No, that's ok. No message.

Liza: You love Hayley so much, you would go to prison for her.
Adam: Of course I do. She's my daughter. I blame Arlene for this. She provoked Hayley. And I'm going to do what I need to do to protect my child. Whatever it takes.
Liza: You know, this is the side of Adam Chandler who likes to control everybody he loves. You would actually confess to a murder to protect your child?
Adam: Oh, yes. I would do that or anything else to protect any of my children or protect you or protect Stuart. I love you all more than I love myself. Don't you know that by now?
Liza: I do. It's just the lengths that you go to frighten me.
Liza: I wish that you would trust me. You know, that's how you can win me. It's not with a roomful of flowers or showering me with expensive jewelry. I've always wanted, more than anything, to be your partner. I wanted a relationship with you built on truth.
Adam: Well -- I've told you the truth. Are we partners?
Liza: Yeah. Yes, we are. I will do everything I can to help you.
Adam: You had me worried there for a minute. Practically had Derek on the phone.
Liza: This is a shock.
Adam: Yes, well, it takes a little getting used to, I guess.
Liza: Arlene, you know -- as much as I despise her, I never would've wished this for her. And I know that Hayley had no part in it, but going to the police and coming clean are just not Adam Chandler's way, and there's no use fighting it.
Adam: Um -- I, uh -- I'd better tell you everything.
Liza: Please.
Go ahead. Adam: I got a call from the boathouse from Arlene. Then, of course, when I got there, it wasn't Arlene.
Liza: Adam, who else knows what happened to Arlene?

Marian: Adam, we're in big trouble. Liza's on her way to the airport to fly to Europe with you. Now, if she finds out about --
Liza: Hello, Mother.

Laura: I'm really sorry about this, Mom. I wish I didn't remember. I wish I didn't have another connection to that creepy Eliot. Brooke: Honey, you're remembering wrong because Eliot could not have done it.
Laura: But I know --
Brooke: Laura, you and I want him to be guilty for everything under the sun, but the thing is he didn't do it. He and I were both in the yacht salon when you went overboard.
Laura: Are you sure?
Brooke: Yes.
Brooke: I don't want you to be upset by this, all right? It's going to come up and it's going to be a jumble, but you will figure it out as it comes up bit by bit. Come on, I'm going to take you home.
Laura: No, I'm ok. You want to go to Eliot, though, don't you?
Brooke: I think that I should.
Laura: Go. I'm fine.
Brooke: Come here. All right, listen, I don't want you to dwell on this because we will figure it out. Ok?
Laura: Yeah.
Brooke: Ok. I'll see you later.
Laura: Ok.

Leo: Hey, Laura. Was hoping you'd be here.
Laura: Oh, how come?
Leo: Well, I was thinking about what you said earlier about being pushed.
Laura: Yeah, I'd actually rather never talk about that again.
Leo: Really? That's exactly what I was thinking. Let's just forget about the whole thing for good.

Junior: Mom. Where'd you go? We have to leave.
Dixie: I know we have to leave, but we can't. The car's blocked.
Junior: You can't get out?
Dixie: No, there's some EMT units parked in the way. Doesn't look like they're moving any time soon.
Junior: What are we going to do?
Dixie: Don't panic. I'll call a cab, ok? And keep your wrist elevated. It'll help with the swelling.
David: Hey, Junior, can I give you a tip? Listen, just in case your wrist is really hurting you after your set, you should have a pitcher of ice water waiting for you backstage so that you can stick your hand in it.
Junior: Thanks. Jake already told me.
David: Oh. Ok. But did he tell you to make sure you take your ace bandage off before you do it? Junior? Can't we try to be friends?
Junior: No.

Dixie: You're kidding me. No sooner? Ok, thank you very much. 20 Minutes.
Junior: 20 Minutes? No, I'm sorry, we have to leave now.
David: What's going on?
Dixie: My car is blocked and we can't get a cab.
David: Well, that's not a problem. I could take you.
Dixie: Oh.
Junior: Yeah, right. Mom, can't you call Becca or Opal?
Dixie: No, I can't call Becca because I don't know where Becca is, and even if Opal could make it, it would probably take her longer than a cab to get here.
David: I can get you there in five minutes.
Dixie: Oh, that's very, very nice of you. Thank you so much. I know how busy you are.
Junior: Mom, you can stop being nice to him. You don't work for him anymore.
Dixie: If you want to get to the high school on time, I suggest you take David up on his offer.
Junior: Fine.
[Dixie sighs]

Dixie: I'm so sorry.
David: It's all right.
Dixie: Ok.

Marian: Oh, hi, darling. Uh -- uh, obviously, Adam hasn't gone to the airport yet, but --
Liza: Mother, save it. You mean to tell me that my mother has been in on this with you?
Marian: Oh, my God. Adam, how much does she know?
Adam: Oh. Marian happened to see me onboard the ship with Arlene's body.
Marian: And believe me, I wish I hadn't.
Adam: She's the one who called me from the boathouse.
Marian: I had to let Adam know I was on his side, Liza.
Liza: How could you keep this from me?
Marian: Well, darling, what else could we do?
I mean, we thought that the less people who knew, the better. I'm terribly sorry. Liza, are you with us?
Liza: Of course I'm with you.

[Marian sighs]

Marian: Thank God. Maybe I can relax a little now.
Liza: Ok, well, I don't want any more surprises, though. Who else knows about this besides my mother?
Adam: Mateo.
Liza: Oh --
Adam: I had to tell him. He still thinks we should tell Hayley the truth.
Liza: Well, no, Hayley cannot know the truth ever. I know I said the opposite earlier, but it can't be. She can't find out. She would snap. Now, who else knows that Arlene was on the ship?
Adam: No one has come forward to say so, and I don't know. I told you that I saw Arlene on the ship the night of the party dressed as a waitress. But I don't -- I tried to catch her. She -- I couldn't -- well, I didn't get a chance to confront her before --
Marian: Well, why was she dressed like a waitress?
Liza: A disguise, probably.
Adam: Yeah, she certainly had no invitation.
Marian: Well, she was very upset about the falling-out that she had with Hayley. She told Stuart that. Maybe she came onboard to apologize to Hayley.
Liza: Mother, she was trying to wheedle more money out of Adam.
Adam: Yeah, typical. Typical.
Marian: She also was desperate for money. She told Stuart she was broke.
Adam: Yeah, well, she also could claim she was destitute, and she had all that money from all the jewels that she collected during our marriage.
Liza: She's just greedy. She wanted more.
Marian: More jewelry?
Liza: She wanted more money. Mother, think about it. She was trying to get as much as she could before Adam gave her the boot.
Adam: I know why she was on the ship that night. It was Vanessa Cortlandt's necklace. The $500,000 necklace. She must have stolen it. She was -- Arlene was wearing it when I found her.
Marian: Oh, my God. If Vanessa gets wind of this, she'll never let it rest, and neither will Palmer. I mean, I can just see Palmer launching a search party to find Arlene now.
Liza: Mother, mother, calm down.
Adam: No, if Palmer knew, he would've moved by now. No, I don't think he knows.
Marian: Do you think really we can keep this a secret?
Liza: Mother, we have to for Hayley's sake. If we have to lie to Palmer and Vanessa and half of Pine Valley, then that's what we're going to do. We are family. If we're going to stick together, we have to lie together.
Marian: Look, I know that we're all in this together, and I promise you I have no intention of cracking under pressure, but I can't keep this from Stuart any longer. I have to tell him the truth.
Adam: No. You can't.
Liza: Mother, this might make you feel better, but it doesn't help the situation.
Marian: Stuart's a member of this family as well, Liza.
Adam: Stuart can't be told. Stuart has forgiven Arlene. He sees this in entirely different light.
Marian: You mean he might think of Arlene like a human being?
Liza: Mother, that's not fair. Adam and I, we don't wish this horrible fate on Arlene, but she brought it on herself. She could've left town, but she stayed here to create trouble for everybody.
Adam: Her last act on earth was an attempt to seduce her son-in-law.
Marian: Look, heaven knows I am not sorry about what happened to Arlene, but every time I mention her name -- Stuart mentions her name, I get so nervous. And I made him swear the other day never to mention Arlene's name again, but I think he may be getting suspicious.
Liza: Mother, you need to try harder. The truth is just going to cause Stuart more pain.
Adam: Do you want him to know about Hayley, what she did? You want him to agonize over the law that we're breaking?
Marian: No. Of course I don't.
Liza: Then you need to be quiet. Arlene tried to ruin our lives. She is not going to do it from beyond the grave.
Marian: Liza, sometimes I forget what a strong woman you are.
Adam: Me, too.
Liza: Listen, is there any chance that this body is going to wash up somewhere?
Adam: It's not likely, no. Dimitri's had divers in the water all around the yacht.
Liza: Looking for Alex Marick. Well, that's good. There's nothing that can implicate you.
Adam: One of the divers told me that in all likelihood the currents would wash the body out to sea.
Liza: Mother, would you go and make us some coffee?
Marian: Why?
Liza: Mother, Adam and I need to talk about what's next. We need to plan on what's going on. You don't want to keep any more secrets from Stuart, do you?
Marian: No. No, of course I don't. I'll -- I'll leave you two alone to make some plans.

Dixie: I have to apologize to you for Junior. He's being so rude to you.
David: He thinks I hurt you. I respect him for defending his mom.
Dixie: I guess we can do no wrong?
David: No, you can't.

Junior: Hey, Mom, I'm ready to go

Dixie: Well, of course you are. You're going to win.
Boy: Junior?
Junior: Yeah? Boy: We're in trouble, man. We can't compete.
Junior: Why not? What's wrong?
Boy: I put the bag with the headsets down in the parking lot for, like, a second and some idiot drove right over it.
Junior: Well, how are we going to perform?
Boy: We're not. That's what I'm trying to tell you.
Dixie: Well, wait a minute -- what about if you borrowed something from one of the other bands, right? Maybe they'll lend you their equipment?
Junior: Mom, they're not going to lend us anything. No one's going to help their enemy.
Dixie: Come on, they're not your enemy.
Boy: None of the other groups even use headsets, anyway. We're the only ones that sing harmony.
Junior: How we going to replace them?
Mindy: Hey, guys. Did you know I'm one of the judges? Not that I'm going to be playing favorites or anything like that.
Junior: Mindy, we're not performing.
Boy: We have to pull out of the contest.
Mindy: What? You're not serious.
Junior: We have an equipment problem. We lost our mics.
Mindy: Oh, my God. You are serious.
Junior: Let's get out of here.
Dixie: Sweetie, come on, come on, why don't we stay? We'll stay, we'll check out the competition. I mean, maybe this is for the best, with your wrist and everything, right?
Junior: Mom, you can't make this sound like it's a good thing. I mean, first my wrist gets messed up, then Tad can't come, and now we can't even perform at all.

Laura: What, I get pushed off a boat by some unknown weirdo, and you want me to forget about it?
Leo: No, no, I'm just agreeing with you. I hate to dwell on anything unpleasant, especially personal pain.
Laura: Right, well, this isn't a case of self-pity. You get that, right?
Leo: Oh, absolutely.
Laura: Right, and not wanting to deal with it is very different from having to deal with it to stay sane.
Leo: Wow, this little dip into the ocean really freaked you out, huh?
Laura: Oh, no. What, I love making a spectacle of myself, screaming at the top of my lungs in the ice-cold water, ruining my dress, freaking out my mom, and ending up the evening on a hospital gurney.
Leo: Yeah, well, for what it's worth, Laura, I thought that you handled the entire ordeal with incredible grace.
Laura: Leo, don't bother. I'm not into being rescued.
Leo: Well, there's a point for you. But -- there was no real harm done, right?
Laura: What, you mean because I didn't drown? Look, I'm going to be haunted by this. I mean, besides being totally humiliated, I can't stop thinking about who wants to see me dead.
Leo: No, Laura, not dead.
Laura: Well, what then?
Leo: What, you're absolutely sure that whoever did this did it deliberately?
Laura: Oh, I'm sure. Deliberately and viciously.
Leo: Oh, no way. Come on, Laura. Nobody lured you out onto the deck, right? Nobody tried to distract you before the nearly fatal push.
Laura: Leo, cut it out, and don't make fun of me. This wasn't some innocent accident, and I'm not going to pretend that it was.
Leo: So what are you going to do about it?
Laura: I'm going to find out who did this to me. I'm tired of being a victim and a target. Is that clear?
Leo: I guess.
Laura: Somebody had it out for me.
Leo: You're absolutely sure about that?
Laura: Sure. Why are you trying to convince me it was nothing?
Leo: I just want to make sure that -- that you know what you're saying and I just want to give you a different perspective, that's all.
Laura: Ok, like what?
Leo: Like -- I know a lot of weird things happened that night. Like my mother, for instance. She lost a very expensive necklace and we still don't know what's up with that.
Laura: Well, at least the motive's easy to figure out when it comes to stolen jewelry.
Leo: I wish that I could help you with this, Laura, but I'm afraid you're just wasting a lot of time and you're never going to get any closure.
Laura: Oh, I'm not in it for closure. I want revenge.
Leo: Meaning what? A shrunken dress? Equal time in the water? What?
Laura: Oh, shut up. Whoever did this is going to jail, maybe for attempted murder.
Leo: But, Laura, you got to remember that whoever did this was on that drug, so they're not really to blame.
Laura: Wrong. I heard that drug only made you lose your inhibitions.
Leo: Then maybe whoever did it's too ashamed to come forward.
Laura: Leo, who are you covering for?

Adam: You're really quite convincing at appearing to be strong. I can only imagine what you're really feeling.
Liza: I'm horrified to think that our future is resting on whether Arlene's body gets washed out to sea.
Adam: Try not to think about that.
Liza: That's all I'm going to think about. When I lie down tonight, I doubt I'll close my eyes.
Adam: Well, I'll be there to hold you.
Liza: No, you won't. You will be on your way to Europe.
Adam: Tonight?
Liza: Before you file for divorce, you have to convince everyone of a paper trail that Arlene is in Europe. She's living large in Europe at five-star hotels, at spas, at resorts.
Adam: Well, Chandler Enterprises has people that do that sort of thing.
Liza: Kirkendaal in Amsterdam.
Adam: Kirkendaal, Kirken-- how do you know Kirkendaal?
Liza: I used him for industrial espionage.
Adam: Yeah, I'm sure you did. Well, then you know he can be trusted.
Liza: He knows if we go down he goes down.
Adam: Right. Kirkendaal has a professional forger at his disposal who can supply us with a brilliant document that is flawless, and I don't have to go anywhere. You see? I don't want to waste any more time, Liza. I want us to get married.
Liza: Adam, we will get married. But you have got to create a paper trail that you are going through Europe looking for Arlene. Whether we are married or not, we are still a team. You can count on me.
Adam: Ok. Ok, I'll -- I'll call my pilot, tell him fuel up my jet.

Brooke: Do you know Rev. Freeman?
Doctor: Oh, yes.
Brooke: Have you seen him anywhere?
Doctor: He was here a minute ago.
Eliot: I'm right here, Brooke.
Brooke: Um, they said at the church that you were here, you were making rounds?
Eliot: Mm-hmm, I am. What do you want?
Brooke: To apologize. You know, when -- when Laura made her accusation, the only thing I could really do was focus on her, and I should've defended you.
Eliot: Why?
Brooke: Because I know that you could not have pushed her. I know that you and I were both in the yacht salon when she went overboard, and she knows that now.
Eliot: Thank you.
Brooke: I'm sorry.
Eliot: Oh, forget it. You know, you were right to concentrate on her. But it means a lot that you came here. Do you really think that somebody pushed her?
Brooke: Yes, unfortunately. You know, the details are all jumbled up for her, but, you know, it's not something that she's making up.
Eliot: Who could've done it?
Brooke: I don't know. But I'm going to find out. You know, Laura's already been through so much in her life. Anybody who would hurt her is going to have to deal with me.

Leo: Oh, I am so busted. What, you got that wisdom-of-the-orient thing going on or what? Yes. I'm covering for someone, all right? Me.
Laura: You? You pushed me overboard?
Leo: Right. Come on, Laura. The drug made you do crazy things. You kissed me and it made me do a crazy thing. I accidentally pushed you overboard.
Laura: Oh, please. Your confession is so bogus.
Leo: All right! Ok, you caught me. But please, just forget about this whole vengeance thing. It's so old testament.
Laura: You're funny, Leo. That's why I like hanging out with you. But don't think this is funny at all. Ok, I have a history of people using me. I thought I was through it, but here I am looking over my shoulder, trying to figure out who wants to try to hurt me. I've been away for a long time. I don't know who hates me this much.
Leo: No, Laura, nobody -- nobody hates you. It's just some idiot, some jerk acting out, that's all.

[Door opens]

Greenlee: Hmm. Hi there. You didn't find Bianca?
Leo: No, not yet. I was looking for her here. I just ran into Laura.
Greenlee: Hmm. No big surprise. I'm thinking you live here now.
Laura: Uh-huh, not quite. But I should be going home.

Greenlee: What do you think you're doing, Leo?
Leo: No, Greenlee, don't even start in with the whole jealous routine. I'm not in the mood.
Greenlee: I'm not jealous of Laura. I never have been and I never will be.
Leo: Oh --
Greenlee: What I'm worried about is your big mouth. Did you go and tell Laura you knew who pushed her?

Adam: Come with me.
Liza: I can't. Somebody should stay here and keep an eye on Hayley -- and Mateo. Somebody should make sure he stays quiet.
Adam: Yeah, he has a mind of his own. I don't know how long we can count on him.
Liza: We'll be able to count on him. I think that he'll be impressed when he hears I'm on your side.
Adam: Well, I'm damned impressed you're on my side. Ok. I'll be thinking of you tonight at 30,000 feet.
Liza: And I'll be thinking of you.
Adam: Sweet dreams. Liza: I'll be thinking about you and Colby. That you're my family. And that you would move heaven and earth for Colby. She's lucky to have you as her father.
Adam: Oh. Oh, I love you.

Marian: Uh, have you made a plan?
Liza: Yes. Yes, mother, come in.
Marian: Liza? You've given me confidence. And I'm going to be as strong as you are. And I'm going to keep this away from Stuart. He really shouldn't know anything about this. I agree with you both.

Stuart: That's my -- hello? Oh, hi. This is one of my paintings.
Man: Are you Stuart Chandler?
Stuart: Yes, yes. And was it you? Somebody called and asked me about Arlene Chandler.
Man: Yeah, is Mrs. Chandler related to you?
Stuart: Well, sort of.
Man: Well, she checked in for a few days and then she just sort of disappeared.
Stuart: Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. Did she forget to pay her bill?
Man: Oh, no, no, she didn't move out. Her stuff's all right there. She left a small amount of cash and this. It says "Chandler Gallery" on the back, so I gave you a call in case you knew where she was.
Stuart: Yeah, well, I gave her that as a sort of a going-away present and told her to keep in touch. But she didn't do it. Goodness, I -- I hope nothing bad has happened to her.

Boy: I called my dad to come pick me up. I'm out of here.
Junior: See you, man. If Frankie's leaving, so are we.
Dixie: All right, let's go. Except our ride is missing.
Mindy: Hey, listen, guys, are you really pulling out? Because I had given you an awesome spot, but since you're not singing, I could, like, give it to someone else.
Junior: We're not, Mindy. Thanks.
Dixie: Come on, we'll find a ride. We'll find somebody to drive us home. It's ok.
Woman: These just arrived, gentlemen. I'm supposed to tell you they're from Santa.
Junior: What?
Frankie: We got headsets.
Junior: Mics? Are you kidding me? Mindy!
Frankie: Mindy!
Junior: Mindy, Mindy, Mindy!

Dixie: You did this.

Leo: No, I didn't tell Laura who pushed her. I've been trying to get her to forget the whole thing.
Greenlee: You didn't succeed?
Leo: No.
Greenlee: Let's just get out of here. This place smells funky.
Leo: I told you, Greenlee, I have to find Bianca. I'm going to go see if she's at Erica's. All right?
Greenlee: My car keys. Yes?

Laura: Who pushed me?
Greenlee: I've been trying to tell you, dear -- you imagined the whole thing.
Laura: No. And I didn't imagine what you just said to Leo. You know. So tell me, now. Who was it?
Greenlee: All right. I'll tell you. It was Bianca.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Laura: You pushed me off the boat?

Brooke: This is serious. It concerns Bianca and my daughter.

David: Tell me there's still a little place for me in your life.

Ryan: Whose payroll are you on?
Man: Jake Martin hired me. I'm a private detective.

Edmund: You set me up.