Ryan: I swear to you, Gillian, I was going to kill that idiot. I know he drugged the guests at my party. I know he did.
Gillian: Well, he's never going to admit that.
Ryan: Pretending that we're way off base, that he's got no motive? The guy is lying through his teeth.
Gillian: Well, you know, whenever David's trying to cover his tracks, we know he's up to something.
Ryan: He's going to slip. He's going to slip. We just got to wait.

Greenlee: I -- I want a tree. And I want stockings hung with care. We'll need a fireplace for that.
Leo: Ok, great. How about we find the place first? Greenlee, a lot of realtors aren't even going to show us a place until after the first of the year.
Greenlee: Don't be negative.
Leo: Look, I know that your heart is set on a lot of things right now, but I haven't even come up with my half of the cash yet.
Greenlee: Does that look like it's going to stop me?
Leo: I'm just asking you to put your dreams on hold for a little bit, that's all. Ok?
Greenlee: You know I hate waiting. For anything. I'll be right back.
Vanessa: Palmer, I got here as quickly as I could. Here's the outfit you ordered, Darling.
Palmer: Oh, splendid. Splendid, darling. Very well done.
Vanessa: I think it's wonderful what you're going to do for the children. Frankly, I didn't think you had it in you.
Palmer: The question is, do you have it in you?
Vanessa: Of course I do, Darling. I'll be right there watching. Besides, you know me -- anything for a good cause.
Palmer: Of course. Which you define as anything that's good for you.
Vanessa: All right, don't tease. Now, look, I want to tell you something. The lady at the costume shop -- she assured me this is exactly what you ordered. However, when I looked at it, I said, "I'm not sure this is right. It looks small."
Palmer: Yeah, it does look small, but I bet it's going to fit perfectly on you.
Vanessa: Excuse me?
Palmer: Yes. Well, you better hurry up and change, darling. The children are waiting for you, Mrs. Claus.

[Telephone rings]

Tad: That better not be Leslie. Look at that, she's got me talking to myself. Hello?
Dixie: Tad.
Tad: Honey?
Dixie: Hi.
Tad: Oh, Baby, is it wonderful to hear your voice.
Dixie: I take it Ryan's IPO isn't going well.
Tad: It's a disaster. I can't stop the bleeding. Liza's going to flip when she finds out how much incredibledreams.com going to cost Chandler Enterprises.
Dixie: Don't beat yourself up, ok? You're not responsible for what happened at Ryan's party.
Tad: Baby, you have no idea how much I wish I could believe that.
Dixie: Well, it's absolutely true. And besides, you know, I don't think it's Ryan's fault, either.
Tad: I still don't know how to break it to him. Listen, if you see him, tell him he better call me, ok?
Dixie: Ok, ok. When are you -- how long are you going to be in New York?
Tad: I don't know. At least another night.
Dixie: Oh. Ok. Tad: I'll call you as soon as I get back, Baby. I love you.
Dixie: Ok. I love you.
Tad: Bye.

David: Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?
Dixie: I was just on my way out.
David: Listen, Dixie, about that run-in earlier with Joe and Jake --
Dixie: Can you tell me something? Can you tell me why everybody wants to put a fist in your face, David?
David: Innate charm?
Dixie: Right.
Dixie: Are you following me?
David: Of course not. I thought you had left. But, look, since I have the opportunity, I do want to thank you for coming to my defense.
Dixie: Don't mention it. In fact, I mean that. I don't want to be -- I don't want to talk to you anymore when there's nobody else around. Excuse me.

Alex: Dimitri?
Dimitri: Alex. Oh, my God, it is you. Baby, are you all right?
Alex: I'm fine. Dimitri, I'm sorry to frighten you like this. I love you.
Dimitri: Alex, where are you?

[Dial tone]

Dimitri: Alex? Alex!

Dimitri: Yes, yes, yes. My wife has been missing. Now, she just called. I tried star 69, and it didn't work.

[Knock on door]

Dimitri: Yeah, I want you to trace the last incoming call to this number. Then contact Det. Derek Frye at the Pine Valley Police station. He will give you any authorization that you need. Thank you. Oh, Brooke.
Brooke: You're tracing calls? What's going on?
Dimitri: Alex just called.
Brooke: Oh, my God. Dimitri, that's -- what a relief. That's wonderful. Is she ok?
Dimitri: She said that she was fine.
Brooke: Where is she?
Dimitri: I don't -- I don't know. We were disconnected before I could get any questions out of her.
Brooke: Well, what -- I mean, why didn't she tell you right away where she was?
Dimitri: There wasn't time. Brooke: You're sure she's ok?
Dimitri: I think so.
Brooke: Then you know what? You have to go and see Edmund right now.
Dimitri: Why?
Brooke: Why? I mean, not that you should have needed it, but this is proof that he had nothing to do with Alex disappearing.
Dimitri: Now, I don't know about that.
Brooke: Dimitri, what are you doing? Edmund can't stay locked up in that place. Get off your butt and go down there --
Dimitri: No, no. It is not that simple for me.
Brooke: And get my friend, your brother, out of that psych ward.
Dimitri: It's not that simple.
Brooke why isn't that simple? Because your ego is still bruised?
Dimitri: What do you mean by that? What? You think I'm punishing Edmund for his feelings about Alex?
Brooke: Yes, I do.
Dimitri: Yeah, I should have expected that. You're his friend. Your loyalty is to him, right?
Brooke: And why can't I say that about his brother? Your wife disappears, and the first one that you blame is your brother? Where is all -- you know, loyalty? Where is that?
Dimitri: Yeah, you expected more from me, right?
Brooke: Yes, I did, and I still do. So go down and get Edmund out of that place before he truly loses his mind.

Edmund: And I know I was wrong to lash out at Dimitri, and I promise that won't happen again.
Dr. Benton: How could you promise that?
Edmund: Because I am in control of my behavior now and because you have my word.

[Knock on door]

Dr. Benton: You have a visitor.
Edmund: Mateo. Hey. This is my brother-in-law.
Dr. Benton: Mm-hmm.
Mateo: If it's a bad time, I can --
Dr Benton: No, no, no. This is fine. Just try not to agitate Mr. Grey.

Mateo: Ok.
Edmund: What are they saying about me?
Mateo: That you're stressed out.
Edmund: There's insight for you.
Mateo: What the hell's happening? What's wrong with Dimitri? What is he doing?
Edmund: It's what's always been wrong with Dimitri. Look, I can't complain about this. I got to get home, man. It's Christmas. I want to be with my family.
Mateo: Ok, I talked to -- I talked to your kids.
Edmund: Tell me.
Mateo: Sam wants to come here, man, but I've been hemming and hawing about why he can't come here, so --
Edmund: I got to get out of here.

Greenlee: What difference does it make who buys your loft?
Ryan: Because if it's you, Greenlee, believe me, it makes a difference.
Greenlee: Do you really hate me that much, Ryan?
Ryan: After what you did? Yeah, I guess I do.

Dixie: Excuse me, Ryan. I'm sort of glad that yore still here. Can I talk to you for a second?
Ryan: Absolutely. I'm all done here. What's going on?
Dixie: Tad would like you to call him in New York. This is his number.
Ryan: Is it bad?
Dixie: Tad will explain.
Ryan: Dixie, come on, tell me. What's going on?
Dixie: I don't know. I think you should talk to Tad, ok? And if you need some privacy, use Joe's office. Excuse me.
Ryan: Ok.

Greenlee: If you're out by Christmas eve, I'll give you 5% more than you're asking.
Ryan: Greenlee, I told you to get out of my face.

Vanessa: Oh, Palmer, you can't be serious.
Palmer: Darling, when it comes to you, I'm always serious.
Vanessa: I'm going to look like a laughingstock in this outfit.
Palmer: Only you could call Mrs. Claus a laughingstock.
Vanessa: All right, Palmer, I have a reputation in this community.
Palmer: Well, let's see if we can do something to clean that up. Now, I promised the board of directors of this hospital that the children would have a representative from the North Pole.
Vanessa: Well, you'll just have to unpromise the board.
Palmer: Well, I'd hate to do that. Besides, you know, a decent performance from you could help to restore my faith in you. After all, you did lose a $500,000 necklace.
Vanessa: Oh, good Lord. My list of misdeeds with you goes on into infinity, doesn't it? There's got to be a limit, Palmer, really. And the limit is no -- no red fat suit.
Palmer: Rash. Very rash.

Leo: Uno momento, por favor.
Vanessa: Whatever it is, Leo, not now.
Leo: This won't last long, Mother. It's about the real estate loan that you offered.
Vanessa: Yes. Oh, yes. Well, I cannot help you right at the moment.
Leo: Oh, come on, Vanessa. You promised. Don't ask me why, but I believed you, and I've made plans, so --
Vanessa: Oh. Stop the world, Leo's made plans. Have you any idea what I am dealing with these days?
Leo: Oh, break out the violins.
Vanessa: All right, all right. If you want your money, you just cut the one-liners and you try convincing Palmer that I am very, very sorry for having lost $500,000 of diamonds and pearls and -- try.
Leo: Ok, ok. Well, does that mean that I get a cut of it when you find a buyer for the necklace?
Vanessa: What are you suggesting, Leo?
Leo: Oh, come on, Vanessa. You've been pulling this scam since before I was born. You find yourself an hombre du jour, get him to buy you a pricey piece of jewelry, and then, "Oops, I lost it."
Vanessa: Or arrange to have to have it stolen. I know the ploy.
Leo: Yeah, and then you hock the goods on the open market, and then put the money in a numbered account, right?
Vanessa: Leo.
Leo: Yeah.
Vanessa: Maybe I have done that once or twice.
Leo: Oh.
Vanessa: A few times. But I swear to you, this time I did not steal anything.
Leo: Maybe not. But you know, I wonder if Palmer would be interested to know about all the other heists.

Edmund: There's no way they can hold me in here, Mateo.
Mateo: What are you going to do, break out?
Edmund: If I have to. Look, I got to get out of here, all right? Christmas is coming. I got to spend time with my family. I got to trim the trees. I got to -- I got to find Alex.
Mateo: Well, I don't know what I can do about Alex, ok, but maybe Hayley and I should make some backup Christmas plans for Sam and Maddie.
Edmund: What do you mean, "backup Christmas plans"? What are you talking about?
Mateo: To spend it with us. In case you're still in here.
Edmund: There is -- I don't belong here, Mateo.
Mateo: Well, then act like it. Act like you don't belong here. Get it together, man. You're talking about breaking out? I know you're angry at Dimitri, I know you're freaked out about Alex, but your kids need you.
Edmund: You think I don't know that?
Mateo: They're looking for reasons. The doctors are looking for reasons to keep you in here. And if you keep throwing chairs around and screaming and yelling --
Edmund: Thank you. That's very reassuring, Mateo.
Mateo: I'm not trying to be sarcastic, all right? Here's the reality -- you keep freaking out, you're staying in here. Do what you got to do, all right? Do it for your kids.
Edmund: You switching roles on me? You being the big brother now?
Mateo: Is it working?
Edmund: Yeah.
Mateo: I'll come back and see you later, all right?
Edmund: Yeah.
Mateo: There's no reason for him to be here, and you know it.

Dimitri: I would like to offer an apology for the way I've been treating you.
Edmund: Really? How far back are we going?
Dimitri: Alex just called.
Edmund: What?
Dimitri: She's alive.
Edmund: What are you saying?
Dimitri: I'm telling you that Alex just called.
Edmund: No, no, no, no. I heard what you said. What are you saying? Is this some sort of trick so I will then admit that I kidnapped her?
Dimitri: No, no, no, no. Edmund, this is not a trick.
Edmund: Don't you bait me with Alex.
Dimitri: She is alive.
Edmund: Take your apology and stuff it!
Dimitri: I heard her voice!

Vanessa: Leo, darling, are you shaking Mommy down?
Leo: Of course not.
Vanessa: Well, good, good. Because for a moment, it sounded like you might go to Palmer and tell him I sold it or something.
Leo: What, and let you swing for something you didn't do? Now, where the hell would I learn to treat people like that?
Vanessa: All right, your sarcasm is duly noted. You're still angry with me about Paolo, aren't you? I had thought -- hoped -- we were past that.
Leo: Yeah, well, I'll let you know when we're even.
Vanessa: Leo, I am not going to live forever, Dear. I would like to be forgiven sometime in this lifetime.
Leo: I know, Mother. And I will. It's just that I'm under a lot of stress right now, and this money is very important to me.
Vanessa: To whom? To whom? May I ask to whom it's important?
Leo: No, no, it's not a debt. It's -- it's something that I'm working on, something that Greenlee and I have -- Vanessa: Greenlee. Greenlee Smythe she's involved again?
Leo: Yes. We're trying to create a more intimate relationship, if you know what I'm saying.
Vanessa: Oh, oh. You're working your way into that family. I always knew you could, Darling.
Leo: I'm not quite that bold, Mother. We're just, you know, working to move forward in our relationship, that's all.
Vanessa: But, Leo, if you should happen to marry into that family -- well, you will have pulled a coup that puts any of mine to shame. Of course, darling, I want a cut. Just kidding.
Leo: Yeah. No, you're not.
Vanessa: Of course I'm not.
Leo: Anyway, go. Go get back on Palmer's good side. And make sure you're awfully generous, ok?
Vanessa: I will get the money. Do you realize I'm going to have to put on this stupid Mrs. Claus outfit to do this?
Leo: Oh, Mother.
Vanessa: Pull this whole thing off?
Leo: Cheer up, mother. Please, red's always been your color. All right.
Vanessa: Yes, my biggest guilt as a mother is having raised you to be so absurdly charming.

Gillian: Greenlee.
Greenlee: English as a second language is down the hall to your left.
Gillian: Oh, and what are you? Some experiment the hospital's working on?
Greenlee: Now that the formalities are out of the way, what do you want?
Gillian: Leave Ryan alone.
Greenlee: Please. I so want nothing to do with that loser.
Gillian: I just saw you with him, Greenlee.
Greenlee: You don't want me around? Get Ryan to sell me his loft.
Gillian: See, that's exactly what I mean. How sick is it that you would want Ryan's old apartment?
Greenlee: I'll have the place fumigated before I move in. Sell me the loft, and then it's out of your life and you two can start a fresh, new love nest somewhere else.

Myrtle: Oh. Palmer. Hello, hello, hello, hello.
Palmer: Hello. Well, did you win the lottery?
Myrtle: Well, there were so many lovely things I wanted to buy for the kids, I couldn't resist.
Palmer: Looks like you treated yourself to a couple of things.
Myrtle: Well, just a little. I've had some good fortune.
Palmer: Oh. You going to share the source with me?
Myrtle: Well, you'd tell me not to. You financial types, you know, you're more superstitious than us carnies.
Palmer: Well, if you're talking stocks, you should have come to me. You know, I wouldn't want you to lose your shirt.
Myrtle: Well, I have invested quite a bundle in Ryan's company.
Palmer: Incredibledreams.com?
Myrtle: That's it.
Palmer: It's going public soon, isn't it?
Myrtle: Yes, it is, and I am spending my profits right now.

Ryan: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Tad, what are you talking about? Is it that bad?
Tad: Oh, no, not at all, not if you're into collecting negative publicity.
Ryan: Well, what about the small brokerage houses?
Tad: What about it? Ryan, listen to me, ok? This IPO. -- It's over. It's history. Nobody wants to talk to me. Are you kidding? As soon as they found out that everybody at that party was drugged, all our investors took off.
Ryan: You're making it sound like I was handing Libidozone out at the door.
Tad: Well, forgive me, but let's go over the facts, ok? In one night, Alex Marick went missing, a $500,000 necklace disappeared, a young woman almost drowned, and 12 people ended up in the emergency room.
Ryan: Tad, why are you making it sound like a joke?
Tad: It's not a joke.
Look, I'm sorry. The whole thing is absolutely surreal, you know? You should see the looks on these people's faces. I got to drag myself over to the SEC tomorrow to try to talk my way out of a fraud charge.
Ryan: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, all right? I don't know. Thanks -- thanks for trying.
Tad: Listen, don't thank me for anything. I'm trying to save my own neck. This directly reflects on my leadership at Chandler Enterprises, and I'm afraid people are going to skin me for giving you all that money.
Ryan: Your instincts were right, Tad. I was sabotaged.
Tad: My instincts aren't that good, Ryan. I'm still kicking myself in the head for doing business with a man who I knew in my heart was fooling around with my brother's wife. I'll talk to you later. It couldn't get any worse.

[Shower runs]

Tad: I am going to lose it. Hey! How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone? Now, get out of there. Right now! I'm going to call the cops. What's the number for 911? This is ridiculous. Honestly, I just don't believe this.
Dixie: I don't, either. That's certainly not the greeting I was hoping for.
Tad: Dixie.
Dixie: Who did you think was going to be in the shower?

Gillian: Ryan already told you you can't have his apartment. Find another place to live.
Greenlee: I don't want another place. I want that apartment.
Gillian: No.
Greenlee: No? What do you mean, "no"? No, I can't live there or, no, you won't help me?
Gillian: Both. And saying that just made my day.

Gillian: Hey.
Ryan: I just spoke to Tad.
Gillian: What, did things get worse?
Ryan: The IPO is dead.
Gillian: This is all because of the party.
Ryan: Yeah, yeah. Too many negative stories. And besides, anybody who got drugged at my party could have ended up suing the company.
Gillian: Well, maybe you should just lay low for a little while or change your company's name or something.
Ryan: You don't understand, Gillian. I spent everything that I have building that IPO. Everything. I have no idea what I'm going to do. The whole thing is going under now.
Gillian: Oh, baby.

Ryan: Mrs. Fargate.
Myrtle: I'm still Myrtle, you know. Just because we're partners, we don't have to be formal.
Ryan: So, I guess you heard me.
Myrtle: I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just came to say hello and see how things were going. And -- well, now I know.
Ryan: Listen, I -- I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I really was planning on calling all the private investors personally.
Myrtle: Has it all gone? All my investment?
Ryan: I promise I will make it up to you, Myrtle. I swear I will.
Myrtle: Well, don't worry too much about me. You've got some really big things to deal with, I know. Um -- I guess I'd better just take these goodies back to the mall. Excuse me.

Vanessa: Palmer?
Palmer: Hmm?
Vanessa: Ooh, I see you're keeping my Mrs. Santa outfit warm for me. I'll take it now, Darling.
Palmer: Why the change of heart?
Vanessa: Palmer, this is my one benevolent act of the year. Don't question it.
Palmer: Leo, you ought to watch this. Your mother has finally found one charitable bone in her body.
Leo: 'Tis truly the season of miracles.

Dimitri: Edmund, I came here to set the record straight. Do you want to hear about Alex's call?
Edmund: She didn't call you.
Dimitri: I just spoke to her.
Edmund: I want you to swear. Swear on our father's grave.
Dimitri: I swear.
Edmund: What happened? Where is she? Is she ok? What did she say?
Dimitri: I don't know. She said she was fine, and damn it if we didn't get disconnected.
Edmund: Did you use that caller ID. Thing?
Dimitri: I tried caller ID. It didn't work. I called the phone company, had them trace the call.
Edmund: Yeah, and?
Dimitri: They couldn't trace it.
Edmund: Well, how did she sound? Was she scared, I mean, desperate? What?
Dimitri: Edmund, I was so relieved to hear her voice. It brought back some hope. I just -- I --
Edmund: Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. Somebody's got her, though.
Dimitri: Well, who? I mean, Charlotte's in jail. The organization is destroyed.
Edmund: She could reach out from jail. I know her.
Dimitri: All right, all right. We've got to get you out of here. We can cover more ground working together. I'm going to go get Dr. Benton.
Edmund: Wait. What are you going to tell him? I mean, why am I here?
Dimitri: I -- I baited you to take a shot at me at the police station.
Edmund: You did more than that. As long as we're at it, I'd like to hear it.
Dimitri: Oh, boy. Ok, ok. Yeah, yeah. Brooke turned my head around about all of this.
Edmund: I'd still like to hear what you took from that conversation.
Dimitri: That Alex really did fall in love with you and it broke my heart.
Edmund: And you wanted to get even.
Dimitri: With every bone in my body I wanted to.
Edmund: Well, there's irony for you. I've lost track of the amount of times I wanted to get even with you.
Dimitri: When Alex disappeared, I knew I had a shot and I took it. And as much as I want Alex back, I also want your forgiveness.
Edmund: Ok, ok, ok. I feel better now. Ok.
Dimitri: All right. Ok.

Dr. Benton: Mr. Marick. I didn't know you were visiting.
Dimitri: Yeah, yeah. Doc, I am. I'm leaving. My brother is going with me.
Dr. Benton: Pardon?
Edmund: Well, I never belonged here in the first place.
Dr. Benton: Well, perhaps. But you certainly can't leave now.
Dimitri: All right, all right. Doctor, there has been a misunderstanding. My brother is not in a violent state.
Dr. Benton: Unfortunately, Mr. Marick, what you think now is beside the point. By court order, Mr. Grey is in our custody.
Dimitri: Yeah. Well, doctor, I am not proud of this, but the truth is I baited Edmund to attack me at the police station in order to get him in here.
Dr. Benton: Why would you do that?
Dimitri: I don't know why I did it. That's not the point. The point is I'm sorry.
Edmund: The truth is we're both under a lot of stress since his wife disappeared, so all we really want to do is just get out of here and look for her.
Dr. Benton: But the court order --
Dimitri: Doc, I am begging you to look the other way. I promise you I will take full responsibility.

Ryan: Myrtle trusted me. That's why she invested in my company. Now she's got nothing to show for it. Not to mention all my other friends who believed in me. Gillian, I have no idea what I'm going to do if I can't pay these people back.
Gillian: You will. You know, businessmen take losses all the time. You'll find a way.
Ryan: You don't understand. There is no way. I don't have a dime. I have nothing. Hold on a second. Greenlee. Your final offer -- 5% over asking price -- you make that 10% and I will give you the keys tonight.
Greenlee: Really? What changed your mind?
Ryan: No questions. Yes or no?
Greenlee: Yes.
Ryan: Ok. Listen, this needs to be a cash deal and I need the money by this evening. I'm assuming that will not be a problem.
Greenlee: Well, I have to speak to my grandfather.
Ryan: Well, then do it.

Vanessa: This itches.
Leo: Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Vanessa: "Ho, ho, ho" yourself. Honestly, the humiliation I endure for you, Leo.
Leo: So, was Palmer happy with your performance?
Vanessa: He was delighted, dear. I'm a star. I shined, I glowed, and I should have your money by the end of the night.
Leo: Oh, thank you, Mrs. Claus. So, I didn't even have to sit on your lap. Small bills, large bills, what?
Vanessa: You will take exactly what I give you.
Leo: Yes, I will.

Gillian: So, what did you want with Greenlee?
Ryan: She made an offer on the loft.
Gillian: I know, but you're not going to accept that, are you?
Ryan: Gillian, I don't care where the money comes from. I -- I just got to get to Dimitri and tell him about this before the story breaks in "The Financial Times." I mean, the guy's going to have a huge tax loss this year.
Gillian: You want me to go with you?
Ryan: No, thank you. I've got to do this on my own.

Dixie: So you thought the maid was in the shower?
Tad: No, I -- no, I thought she was cleaning the shower. I'm telling you, she's walked in on me twice already, what with the towels and everything and the disinfectant and the mints on the bed.
Dixie: Why didn't you just put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door?
Tad: I did, I did. I did twice and somebody ripped it off.
Dixie: Ok. Chill out. Come on, why are you so nervous?
Tad: Well, it's just New York, you know. It's New York energy.
Dixie: Yeah.
Tad: And this Ryan Lavery fiasco. I don't want to talk about me. I'm so happy to see you. Come here, gorgeous. Oh. Oh, you're a sight for sore eyes. Love you, love you.
Dixie: Listen, did Joe or Jake call you today?
Tad: No.
Dixie: Oh. Because something happened and you're going to find out about it sooner or later, so you might as well hear it from me.
Tad: This should be good.
Dixie: I had a little run-in with Jake earlier.
Tad: About what?
Dixie: David Hayward. Jake and Ryan were accusing him of drugging everybody at the party with Libidozone.
Tad: Oh. Well, you know something, Baby? With his track record, that is not such a stretch.
Dixie: No, don't. Don't --
Tad: As a matter of fact, it's a --
Dixie: Don't say that, ok? You sound just like them. You can't accuse somebody without evidence. That's not fair.
Tad: Let me guess -- you defended Hayward.
Dixie: I was just trying to be reasonable.
Tad: Yeah, I'm sure David was really, really satisfied, whatever, with that.
Dixie: So Jake -- well, some things were said, ok, that probably shouldn't have gotten said.
Tad: Like what?
Dixie: Jake thinks that I'm not being entirely objective when it comes to David.
Tad: I got to be honest, I agree.
Dixie: Honey, they were practically forming a lynch mob. I just didn't think that it was right. But I don't want you to think that it was anything more, ok? I wouldn't do that to us. You have to believe me.
Tad: I do, baby. I do.
Dixie: Ok. Because other than the boys, this marriage is my whole life and I wouldn't do anything to lose it.
Tad: You know what I'm thinking?
Dixie: I really hope you're thinking about room service and that bed.
Tad: No, just the bed.

[Knock on door]

Dixie: Tad --
Tad: Shh. Ok? I'm fine. Just don't answer the door.
Dixie: Why not?
Tad: Because it's probably that psycho maid, and if we just ignore her, she'll just go away, ok?
Dixie: Come on. New York does have you wired.
Tad: Dixie, don't answer -- Dixie, come here. Dixie, stop it!
Dixie: I brought the whole gang! See?
Tad: Don't do that. You're getting too big. Watch the suit.
Junior: Hey, can we go play some arcade games?
Tad: Yeah, please. Get out of here. Come here. Here. Knock yourselves out, all right?
Junior: All right.
Tad: Mm-hmm.
Dixie: Have fun.
Junior: I think I'm going to like this place.
Dixie: Yeah.
Tad: I'm sure you are. Just take your time, don't hurry back. Your mother and I got a couple things we'd like to discuss.
Junior: Sure you do.
Dixie: Oh! Hey!
Tad: Get out of here.
Junior: We're going.
Tad: Wait -- whoa, whoa. We got some rules. Rules, rules, rules. What room am I in?
Junior: 230.

[Telephone rings]

Dimitri: Hello? Yeah, yeah, this is Dimitri Marick. Have you been able to trace that call? That's it? Yeah, all right. Thank you.
Edmund: No luck?
Dimitri: They said it was an international call. That's all they could get.

[Knock on door]

Dimitri: Hey, Ryan.
Ryan: Hey.
Dimitri: What brings you by?
Ryan: Well, I wish I had better news, but -- since the night of the party, incredibledreams.com has been tanking and -- well, the IPO. Is canceled and your entire investment is lost, Dimitri.
Dimitri: No, no, no, no. I knew the risk.
Ryan: Still, Dimitri --
Dimitri: No, no.
Ryan: Please --
Dimitri: Ryan, it's all right. I'm really more concerned about Alex right now.
Ryan: Right. Of course you are. Have you heard anything?
Dimitri: We're still piecing it together.
Edmund: Do you have any idea what happened and who was behind that whole thing on the yacht?
Ryan: My honest opinion? It was David Hayward. I am convinced that he spiked the punch and then he covered up any test results for anybody that went to the hospital that night.
Edmund: Do you have any evidence?
Ryan: Just that he had access to a drug powerful enough to tweak every single person on that yacht and I caught him trying to bribe one of the waiters to do something with a punch bowl that has now gone missing.
Dimitri: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I remember Alex telling me that night that Hayward had some sort of agenda.
Edmund: Really?
Dimitri: Yeah. Am I off the mark in thinking that Hayward might have had something to do with Alex's disappearance?
Ryan: I don't think so.
Edmund: Neither do I.
Dimitri: Then I say we give him a visit right now.
Ryan: It's not going to do any good. I tried that already. He's got an answer for everything.
Edmund: Yeah, he's -- he's subtle. If he thinks we're suspicious, he'll just clam right up.
Dimitri: All right, all right. We will keep an eye on him, and he doesn't have to know about that, right?

Man: Dr. Hayward?
David: Yes, that's me.
Man: I was hoping to find you. Dr. Marick hasn't been in for weeks. What do you want me to do with all her personal mail?
David: Personal mail? Yeah, let me have it. Than. Well, I don't think Alex I going to be in need of these.

Gillian: David.
David: Ah, the Hungarian harpy. Not now, Gillian.
Gillian: Yes, now, David. You think you're so slick -- always thinking, always assuming nobody's ever going to catch you.
David: And this is going where?
Gillian: You drugged those people on the boat.
David: Why, Gillian? Why would I ever want to drug a boatload full of people, most of them complete strangers? In addition, that party was there to raise money for a program here in this hospital. Why would I want to ruin that?
Gillian: I don't know. But you would do anything to get what you want, even if it means destroying Ryan's entire company.
David: Ok. Well, if you're going to think along those lines, then maybe I did your con man boyfriend a favor. If he can't run a simple party, how's he supposed to run a multimillion-dollar business?
Gillian: Oh, so now I'm supposed to thank you for ruining him?
David: I had nothing to do with anything on that boat, Gillian.
Gillian: I don't believe you. Nobody does. You've hurt too many people and it's going to come back to you, David.

Vanessa: Ho, ho, ho. Mrs. Santa Claus is going to make certain that little David gets a big lump of coal in his Christmas stocking.
David: Hmm. Mrs. Claus -- now, that's rich. Kind of like the Easter bunny with a basket full of grenades.
Vanessa: Oh, goody, at least you inherited some sense of humor of mine. I understand Pine Valley has you to thank for this incredibledreams.com debacle.
David: No, I'm just a handy scapegoat for Ryan and the Martins.
Vanessa: Oh. Palmer also told me that Myrtle Fargate just lost a bundle. Ryan's company is DOA. Nice work, dear.
David: And why would I care about Ryan's company?
Vanessa: That's exactly my question. Why did you do it?
David: I didn't do anything, Vanessa.
Vanessa: You're more like me than you're ever willing to admit, aren't you?
David: Well, then short of an exorcism, I guess I'm damned. Excuse me.
Vanessa: Dixie Martin attended the party, didn't she?
David: So?
Vanessa: So -- I have to tell you, you are never going to have her, darling, not in any real sense of the word. Unless, of course, somehow she was coerced somehow by force, say.
David: Hmm. I've got rounds.
Vanessa: Yes, we all know how you like playing with drugs, Dr. Jekyll. Remember, I've been on the receiving end of that little ploy of yours, that hobby.
David: Oh, you're so off track on this, Vanessa.
Vanessa: Oh, I don't think so. Now, Mrs. Claus has a news flash for you, dear. The only way you're going to get Ms. Martin under your Christmas tree is to drug her.
Joyous Noel.

Dixie: Here's the room key. Here's the room key.
Tad: All right, now, remember -- knock first, ok?
Junior: Yeah, ok.
Dixie: Ok. Have fun.
Tad: You're going to have the time of your lives. Just don't leave the hotel for any reason.
Jamie: Ok.
Junior: We know.
Tad: All right? And --
Jamie: Don't break anything.
Tad: Don't break anything. Thank you very much.
Dixie: That's right. See you later.

Tad: Get in here, get in here, get in here. Why is it that children are always so slow to leave when we actually want them to?

Leslie: Hey. I recognize you two.
Jamie and Adam jr., Right?
Junior: Yeah. Hi.
Leslie: Remember me? Leslie Coulson. I'm a friend of Tad's.
Jamie: Oh, you're his lawyer, right?
Leslie: Well, don't hold that against me. Are you guys ready to go?
Junior: Go where?
Leslie: Well, Tad didn't tell you? You're supposed to come with me.
Junior: No, actually, Tad didn't tell us anything. Leslie: Oh, you know what? They probably wanted to keep it a surprise.
Jamie: What kind of surprise?
Leslie: Well, you're just going to have to wait and find out. Come on, let's take the stairs. It's faster.


ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Leo: I can't make Bianca happy. When are you going to realize --
Erica: Please just don't. I know everything that's going on.

Winifred: Thank heaven that you're home. It's your daughter, Sir. She's been arrested for murder.

Tad: Dixie, I got something to tell you.
Dixie: It's not the kids, is it? You're scaring me.