Jack: Hey, hey, hey, hey, there. Where are you off to so quick?
Bianca: I'm going to bed.
Jack: Well, you're breaking my heart. I came in for hot chocolate.
Bianca: Oh, sorry. I'm really tired.
Erica: All right. But I want to say something.
Erica: Look, it's been a very long and very silent trip back from New York, and I'm sure that we've all been thinking about what happened there.
Bianca: I don't want to talk about it.
Erica: No, I don't either. But I do want to apologize to you. It was wrong of me not to let you speak to Sarah when she called. It would have been a lot easier if you'd had your last conversation with her over the phone, and then you wouldn't have had to sneak behind my back and go to New York without my knowing.
Bianca: Mom, if you're going to ground me or something, can I just ask you to do it tomorrow? Because I'm not going to go anywhere tonight, I promise.
Erica: Honey, I'm not going to punish you. We're going to forget this. We're never going to discuss it again.
Bianca: Ok, that's great. Thank you.
Good night. Jack: Good night.

Erica: She is still in so much pain.
Jack: You do know, Erica, that this is not going to be easy.
Erica: I just wish there was something I could do. But I guess she's going to have to just work it out by herself.
Jack: You think closing the book on Sarah is going to be a solution, that if we never speak this girl's name again that this problem's going to go away?
Erica: The problem is solved, Jack. Sarah's getting married. Sarah took a boyfriend from Bianca who Bianca cared about very much, and then she just cast him aside. And now she's marrying someone else, so I'm sure that Bianca knows exactly the kind of person --
Jack: I think the relationship between Sarah and Bianca --
Erica: The relationship between Sarah and Bianca is over.
Jack: Erica, the other day you told me that the reason that you and I could never make it was because I tended to tell you things that you didn't want to hear.
Erica: That's the truth.
Jack: Yeah. Well, I guess that's my role again because I need to tell you something.
Erica: You know, Jack, I forgot -- I never told the office that I was going to New York. They must have a million messages for me. Will you excuse me?
Jack: Sure.

[Greenlee squeals]

Greenlee: Oh, Happy! Happy! I'm so happy we found you -- or you found us, you smart, smart dog! Isn't it incredible, Leo? How did he know that we were coming here? How did you know that we'd be looking at this place today? It's like he was just sitting there expecting us. Isn't that amazing?
Leo: Yeah, especially since he keeps bumping into the walls at home.
Greenlee: Well, dogs are smart in special ways. You know, I used to come here a lot when I worked with Ryan. Maybe happy tracked my scent.
Leo: Only if you started wearing the eau de fire hydrant.
Greenlee: Well, maybe it was just a spectacular coincidence, but happy is back with us and all is right with the world. Leo, kiss Happy. Happy, kiss Daddy.
Leo: I'll kiss him, but don't you call me Daddy. Hey, there, Hapster. Where did you hide, huh? Man, you must have found a real clean hiding spot since this little doggy coat of yours is so clean.
Greenlee: Oh, thank goodness he's all right. I'm just so grateful that you cancelled your trip to New York to stay here and look for him.
Leo: The dog was missing.
Greenlee: Yeah, but what's more important is that you were willing to put us first. That's why I know we're doing the right thing, moving in together, committing to each other. We're going to be the perfect couple, Leo. I love you.
Leo: My God, you are so full of it.

Ryan: You think that I drugged your wife? Why? To make her fall in love with me? Jake, she has always been in love with me.
Gillian: Jake, there has to be another explanation for what happened.
Jake: The most rational explanation, Gillian, is staring us right here in the face. The night of your party, I was drugged with a potentially dangerous substance called libidozone, and there's evidence that Dixie was drugged, too, as well as other members of your party.
Ryan: What? Wait a minute. I've never even heard of -- of whatever it --
Jake: It's called libidozone!
Ryan: And you're telling me it's dangerous and you think I gave it to my guests?
Jake: Well, if you didn't do it, Lavery, then who the hell did?

David: Donald Steele? Yes, it's David Hayward. That's right, your old friend. Listen, are you still toiling in the seedier edges of journalism? Oh, that's too bad because I had some information I thought would be of great use to you. Well, it involves Ryan Lavery, his yacht party, and drugs. Yeah, I thought so. Listen, why don't you come and see me at the hospital, all right? Great.
Dixie, why are you dressed up in street clothes?
Dixie: I'm waiting for you to discharge me.
David: Oh, are you?
Dixie: Well, now that we know why I got sick, there's no reason for me to stay in the hospital overnight. I'm going home.

[Doorbell rings]

Tad: Hang on. I'm coming. Just a second. The door gets stuck.
Leslie: Can I come in?
Tad: It's not a very good idea.
Leslie: But you're alone.
Tad: What are you doing here?
Leslie: I -- I made those medical appointments for us, you know, to get tested. I came over to tell you where you have to be and what time.
Tad: Well, Leslie, you could have phoned. You didn't have to drive all the way over here.
Leslie: Please, Tad. I'm really scared.
Leslie: I've had so many fantasies about you, tad, but this was never one of them. I mean, going to be tested together was never one of them. But this is no fantasy. This is real.
Tad: Look, I realize this is difficult for you, but you can't be showing up like this.
Leslie: Oh, well, would you have preferred I left it on your machine? "Hi, this is a message for Tad. Your appointment for your STD test is tomorrow at 10:00." And then your son says, "Daddy, what's an STD.?"
Tad: All right, all right. Message received and noted. When and where is it?
Leslie: 10:00 A.M. Tomorrow at the clinic at Seaview Hospital.
Tad: Ok.
Leslie: I chose that place because I have a friend that works there. I mean, I can trust her to make sure that this doesn't get out, you know, to the media -- you being a celebrity.
Tad: That's good thinking, and I appreciate it. Thank you. Now, we're going to take this test, and then we're just going to -- we're going to go on with the rest of our lives, right?
Leslie: You know, it's a good thing that I know this woman. Otherwise I don't know where I would have gone. I mean, I don't have to worry about this sort of thing. I'm always very, very careful. I mean, that's why I've never been tested.
Tad: Never?
Leslie: No.
Tad: Well, there's really nothing to it. Just so you know, Dixie and I are completely faithful to each other.
Leslie: Are you sure about that?
Tad: Absolutely. Look, the chance of you getting something from me are nonexistent. I don't care what you think about my past. I lead a very sedate life. The last thing I am is promiscuous.
Leslie: Yeah. That night on the yacht, the way we fell on each other -- the only thing that we were thinking about was satisfying ourselves. Now, I've wanted you most of my life, Tad. That's why I responded. But you -- you hardly knew me. I was just a willing body. How do I know that's not the way you are all the time?
Tad: Because I'm telling you, ok, that's just the way it is. Now, like I said, we're going to take this test, you'll get your proof, and then that'll be the end of it.
Leslie: But it won't. I mean, it will rule out the garden-variety STD's, But we'll have to take the AIDS test again in six months.
Tad: For God's sake,
Leslie, there's no way I could've given you AIDS.
Leslie: Oh, yeah famous last words. You know, the incubation period is eight to 10 years.
Tad: Leslie -- look, I don't know why I behaved the way I did on that boat. I wish to god I hadn't. But I've apologized to you over a hundred times now, and I've agreed to take this test. I don't know what more I can do for you.
Leslie: Well, there is something you can do that will reassure me. Otherwise, I think I'm going to go nuts.
Tad: All right, fine. Just tell me what it is. I'll do it.
Leslie: I want you to tell me your sexual history for the past 10 years.
Tad: What sexual history? I haven't got a sexual history. I'm married.
Leslie: So you keep saying. But your body said something else.

David: What's all this about you going home, Dixie?
Dixie: Well, we know what caused me to collapse. It was a side effect from the drug that people were given at Ryan Lavery's party, so there's no need for me stay here overnight for observation.
David: And you decided this all by yourself?
Dixie: I have things to do, ok? And you are going to sign me out. Understand?
David: Hmm. Are you sure you want to be trampled by the mad Christmas rush? Here I can order them to pamper you, cater to your every whim.
Dixie: I need to go home to my husband.
David: Of course you do. And what if your physician feels that you're not strong enough to go home?
Dixie: Well, then, my physician doesn't know how strong I can be.

Jake: You did it, Lavery. And the more I look at your face, the more I'm sure of it.
Ryan: I want you off my back, Jake. You know what? Get out of here!
Jake: No, you drugged your own guests because you'd do anything to get your way!
Derek: All right, both of you, step back and take a breath now.
Jake: You know, I'm glad you're here, Lieutenant.
Ryan: You've got something to accuse me of, Martin, please, go ahead, feel free.
Jake: You know, I plan on it. I plan on it. I got medical evidence that I was given a potentially dangerous drug at his party. And there's evidence that other people ingested it, either through food or drink.
Ryan: What medical evidence? Whatever it is, I challenge it. Lieutenant, this man has an agenda, ok?
Derek: Have you run tests?
Jake: Blood tests were done on people who exhibited the symptoms, and they turned up negative. And I have reason to believe that those tests were sabotaged purposely.
Ryan: Are you listening to this? First drugs and then sabotage? He's -- he's nuts!
Derek: All right, all right. People did become very ill at your party, Mr. Lavery. Some very suspicious things went on.
Ryan: I don't believe this. You're actually giving credence to this man's ravings?
Derek: What makes you think that Mr. Lavery would poison his own guests?
Jake: So he could move in on my wife!
Ryan: You see? He's nuts, and my company is going to suffer for this, Lieutenant!
Derek: All right, all right, all right. Look, Jake, it's not like you to make false accusations. But I am not seeing the medical proof.
Jake: I'm going to give it to you. You arrest Lavery, and I'm going to give you the evidence that proves he's behind what happened on that yacht that night.

Erica: Oh, you're still here.
Jack: Kind of tough to miss. How's things at the office?
Erica: Oh, don't ask.
Jack: Ok.
Erica: Listen, Jack, I really do appreciate your support, but I know that you must've left a lot of half-finished work yourself when I dragged you off to New York.
Jack: Any time Blanca's in trouble, you know you can count on me.
Erica: I do. But we brought her home. And I really think now the only thing we can do is be compassionate and allow time to heal all her hurt feelings.
Jack: And that's that?
Erica: Blanca's a very resilient, very smart girl. And I'm sure that, in time, this will all be forgotten.
Jack: Well, Erica, I'm not so sure we can safely assume that because it seems to me that Bianca has not forgotten what happened between her and Sarah at rehab.
Erica: Well, of course not, because you never forget your first love. I mean, especially when you've had your heart broken. It's funny. I mean, lately I've been thinking a lot about my first major boyfriend, Phil Brent. And I even brought this up to Bianca. You know, I told her about all I had been through.
Jack: And she opened up not at all?
Erica: Not at all.
Jack: Did she ever write about this first love of hers in her journal?
Erica: Well, we don't know because she just tore all the pages out.
Jack: Because evidently she had written something that she never wanted anybody to read.
Erica: But we know what she wrote, Jack.
Jack: Do we? Why would Bianca go all the way to New York to see Sarah, the girl that stole her boyfriend?
Erica: Because Bianca -- Blanca's a very loyal friend, and she's very kind. And I'm sure that Bianca has a very hard time believing that Sarah could've ever meant her any harm.
Jack: We were in that hotel room. I didn't see one bit of animosity between those two girls. All I saw was a -- a common hurt. Didn't you see that?
Erica: Yes.
Jack: Well, what does that say to you?
Erica: That says to me that I don't want to see my child hurt. I want Bianca to have a normal, happy life, like the beautiful young girl she is. And why can't she have that, Jack, after all she's been through? The bargains I made with God when she was so sick.
Jack: I know how hard that time was for you.
Erica: What is most unbearable is that I really believe that somehow I have a part in why she was so sick -- because she's my daughter. That partially is the reason that she was starving herself to death.
Jack: But you know that's not true. I mean, you know that now.
Erica: I feel that no matter how hard I try that I'm failing Bianca. And I don't want her to be sick. This -- this Sarah can bring no good to Bianca. All she can do is drag her back to when they were both ill and in pain. I mean, it's clear the best thing for Bianca is just to forget Sarah and to just --
Bianca: Mom, you don't have to worry. You don't have a sick daughter.

Leo: How did you do it, Greenlee? Come on. Admit it. You set up this whole ruse.
Greenlee: I'm not quite sure what I'm being accused of.
Leo: Oh, please. We spent the whole evening looking for a little puppy that wasn't even missing.
Greenlee: Of course he was missing.
Leo: Where was he? What, did you rent the limousine? Was it waiting around the corner, then happy comes jumping out as soon as we come back from Marian Chandler's office with the keys to this place?
Greenlee: I'm hurt you have such a low opinion of me.
Leo: I don't. I actually love it. It shows a great deal of creativity on your part, and not to mention downright hilarious.

[Leo laughs]

Leo: Isn't that funny, Happy?
Greenlee: Hilarious? Really?
Leo: Yeah.
Greenlee: So you're not mad?
Leo: No. Was that a confession?
Greenlee: Tell me you're not mad first.
Leo: Not until you confess that you're jealous. Come on, Greenlee. You couldn't stand the fact that Bianca and I were going to New York City, so you had to create a little crisis just to keep me here. It's all right, Buddy.
Greenlee: Why would I be jealous of Bianca? She's gay. Why would I be jealous of her?
Leo: Because you're a jealous person. That's why. You practically had a meltdown as soon as you I told you that Laura and I were kissing at Ryan's party.
Greenlee: I knew you were testing me.
Leo: Oh, was I?
Greenlee: Weren't you?
Leo: See? You're jealous.
Greenlee: Please. A girl who doesn't have sense enough to avoid being pushed off a boat -- who could be jealous of her?
Leo: Pushed? Greenlee, why would you say that Laura was pushed?

Derek: You get me this proof, and I'll arrest Lavery.
Ryan: I don't believe this. I guess I should be glad that you want the proof first this time.
Derek: Listen, Ryan, the situation has gone from bad to worse. Alex Marick is missing, a $500,000 necklace has been stolen, and now accusations of drugs.
Ryan: Accusations from a man who just --
Derek: Which if they are false, you have nothing to worry about.
Ryan: Oh, you see, that's beautiful. That is -- because it's gone down exactly like that every time you and I have done business, Lieutenant.
Derek: Do you have any idea who might have sabotaged this hospital lab test?
Jake: Yes, I do. His name is Gordon Feimster. He's a lab technician at the hospital, and he will know who's behind this.
Derek: All right. Now, Ryan, do you mind if I ask you some questions?
Ryan: With or without my lawyer, Lieutenant?
Derek: Of course, that is purely up to you.
Ryan: I'm all yours.
Derek: Excuse me.

Gillian: Jake --

Tad: I'm sorry. This is not a reasonable request. I'm not going to stand here and recount all the highlights of my romantic history for you.
Leslie: You don't think you owe me a little peace of mind? We made love without protection. The way you conduct yourself could change my life forever.
Tad: Leslie, Leslie, I've already told you you got no reason to be concerned about me. My wife and I are in a monogamous relationship.
Leslie: With at least one minor exception. When was it that you were involved with Liza Colby?
Tad: Oh, for God's sake, I'm not -- Liza Colby is ancient history. I'm not going to do this, ok? I realize that a person cannot be 100% sure in these situations, but I'm telling you you don't have any reason to be so alarmed about me because I live my life in a very responsible fashion.
Leslie: All right, all right. I'm sure that you can vouch for yourself. But what about Dixie? I mean, how can you be sure of what aberrations she might be guilty of?
Tad: Ok, that's it. Go home. I'll see you tomorrow.
Leslie: Fine. Fine. I come here half out of my mind, and I get attitude.
Tad: I don't see any reason to continue this conversation. It's obvious I can't give you any kind of reassurance, and I'm beginning to think that's not really what you want.
Leslie: What I want, Tad, is a little compassion. If I seem to be overreacting, it's because I don't have anybody that I can talk to about this. I an, I assume you want this kept confidential, right?
Tad: Look -- Leslie, everything is going to be fine. Ok? I give you my word. Let's just wait till tomorrow. Chances are 99.9999999999% That everything is just great. And if for some unforeseen reason it's not copasetic, then you're not going to be alone, I promise you.
Leslie: Ok.
Tad: Ok.

[Car approaches]

Leslie: What, is somebody here?
Tad: No, it's probably just the neighbors. I'm not expecting anybody. Now, listen, I will see you tomorrow at 10:00 At the Seaview Hospital, ok? This thing will be over before you know it.

[Car door opens and closes]

Leslie: Oh, you're right. You're right. I'm not going to worry about this until I have to. Listen, I swear, Tad, I am not a crazy person.

[Keys jingle]

Tad: Dixie.

Dixie: Tad, I think this door is stuck again. Can you open it?

Leslie: Tad, I'm going out the French doors.
Tad: But why? We're not -- we're not really doing anything wrong. All right, fine. Just go.

Dixie: Honey, are you home?
Tad: Yeah, I'm here, Sweetheart. Hang on a minute. It's the --
Dixie: It's the lock. Tad: Damn -- stupid door.
Dixie: Ah, there we go. Hey, stupid door to you, too, huh?
David: Evening.
Tad: Yeah, whatever. What's going on? I thought you were going to be at the hospital overnight.
David: Yeah, well, there wasn't a power on earth that could have kept her there.
Dixie: There was no reason for me to be there because it turns out that I got sick from some sort of drug called libidozone. Everybody the party accidentally got some. Remember -- Ryan's party?
Tad: What? We were on drugs?
Dixie: Yeah, yeah. That's what Joe and your brother think. I guess somehow it got into the food or the beverages somehow.
Tad: Thank God. I mean, are you ok? I mean, are you all right? Everything's fine?
Dixie: Everything's fine. David thinks that it's all worked out of my system by now, so there's nothing to worry about.
Tad: Oh, great, Baby. Well, then, wait a minute. Why didn't you just call me? I would've come -- I would've driven over, picked you up.
Tad: Well, I thought you were having, you know, time with Leslie. You know, having dinner.
Tad: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Leslie.
David: And I felt that since she was going to be coming home to an empty house, I would give her a ride.
Tad: I'll bet. Listen, tell me more about this drug, ok? You say that everybody on the boat had it? What kind of drug was it?
Dixie: Well, I don't know, but I think apparently it affects your sexual potency somehow and can make you do weird things.
Tad: What kind of weird things?
David: Well, apparently it weakens a person's inhibitions. It causes them to do things that they really want to do but normally wouldn't. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about, tad. If you did ingest the drug, it's probably worked itself through its system right now -- through your system.
Tad: Yeah, right. I don't get it. What kind of psychopath would want to slip a Mickey to an entire yacht full of innocent people?
David: Well, we'll find him eventually. You can't do something as crazy as that and get away with it. You take it easy for a few days, all right, Dixie?
Dixie: I will.
David: Don't push it.
Dixie: Ok, I won't. I'll have Tad chop down the Christmas tree this year. Tad? Little joke.
Tad: Yeah.

Jake: Maybe you can't believe that he is guilty because you love him, but no matter how it sounds, Ryan isn't above committing any crime to get you back.
Gillian: Jake! I just don't understand this! I mean -- can't you see? God, I just can't take it anymore, ok? If I could have done things differently, I would have.
Jake: See Ryan wasted no time. Guess I have lost you. You know, proving his guilt is not my motive here and I know it's not going to get you back. But he is guilty, and I know it, and I am going to prove it, and I'm going to enjoy watching him go down.

Derek: I tried to reach that hospital technician. No one can find him. He's disappeared.
Jake: Uh-huh.

Greenlee: You think I said pushed? Laura fell off the yacht. Why would I say pushed?
Leo: That's what I'd like to know.
Greenlee: Well, I'm sure you heard wrong. I don't know. Maybe I did say pushed. I wasn't really thinking -- I wasn't thinking of what I was saying. I was thinking of trying to keep you from finding out that you were right about Happy.
Leo: Well, of course I was right.
Greenlee: I pretended that he was lost because I didn't want you to go to New York with Bianca. I'm jealous of any woman you spend time with because it's time you're not spending with me.
Leo: Greenlee, there is no reason to be jealous.
Greenlee: You're not even a little bit flattered?
Leo: I don't want you hatching up insane plots just because you're jealous. Come on.
Greenlee: Well, you could be at least a little flattered.
Leo: We've got a couple other places to look at. Let's go.
Greenlee: But we haven't really looked at this one yet.
Leo: I've seen enough. I don't like it.
Greenlee: But -- but Ryan got a great deal from Liza, so he's not looking for a profit. We could get it cheap.
Leo: So what? I don't want to live here.
Greenlee: Why not?
Leo: Because Ryan lived here. That's why. Or maybe that's why you want to live here in the first place, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Excuse me?
Leo: What's with your interest in this place all of a sudden? What, do you want to live with me so that you can pretend I'm Ryan?

Erica: Of course you're not sick, Honey. You haven't been sick for a long time. That's what I was just saying to Uncle Jack.
Jack: Yeah, we were just talking about --
Bianca: I know what you were talking about. I was on the stairs listening. Privacy is not such an important thing in this house. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That was a really snotty thing to say. I actually came down here because I changed my mind. I would like to have a cup of coffee --
Jack: That's my girl.
Bianca: Or hot chocolate with you guys.
Erica: That's wonderful. We'll have hot chocolate.
Bianca: Can you make it, Mom?
Erica: You want me to make the hot chocolate?
Jack: Well, sure. I'm sure your home and fire insurance is paid up. And if your smoke alarms work, why not? Give it a go.
Erica: You know, Jack, I'm not that much of a menace in the kitchen, thank you very much.
Jack: Mm-hmm.
Erica: I'll make it just the way you like it.
Bianca: With the little marshmallows --
Erica: Of course with the little marshmallows. Yes, I'll find them.

Jack: I'm sure you realize it's going to take your mother an eternity to find those little marshmallows.
Bianca: Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Jack: And can I take that to mean that you wanted to have a discussion without her being here?
Bianca: No, no. I wanted to talk to you, Uncle Jack. I want you to stop talking to mom about me. You have to drop this now.
. Bianca: Mom shouldn't have dragged you into this, Uncle Jack. I don't need to explain myself to one more person.
Jack: Well, you certainly don't need to explain yourself to me. I just want to make sure you know that you're not alone.
Bianca: I know -- I know you love me, Uncle Jack --
Jack: You bet.
Bianca: But I am alone. My father is dead. My mother is in her own world. There are things that she can never understand -- not really.
Jack: Well, maybe that's where I can help. I know your mother very well. We could talk to her together.
Bianca: No, I'm not going to do that, Uncle Jack. Mom -- Mom has an idea of who I am, and that's ok with me. I don't want to do anything to change that right now.
Jack: You don't think she's going to stop loving you? Because that's not going to happen.
Bianca: I know. I know that's not going to happen. But you heard her just now, Uncle Jack. I don't want my life and my problems to shatter her. I don't think that either of us could take that right now. So if you want to do what's best for me, then please just -- just let her think what she wants to think. It's what I want.
Jack: I'll do whatever you say -- if you say good night to your mother for me and if you walk me to the door.

Greenlee: I don't believe you said that. You think I want to live here with you and pretend that I'm with Ryan? Do you realize how asinine that sounds?
Leo: Yes, I do. But weren't you flattered?

[Leo chuckles]

Greenlee: You jerk. You got me.
Leo: Yeah, you see what a jealous jag sounds like? It makes you afraid that your true love is certifiable.
Greenlee: So you don't care about this place being Ryan's?
Leo: No, not really.
Greenlee: Well, then let's buy it. I told you, it'll be cheap.
Leo: How cheap is cheap?
Greenlee: I'll handle Marian. I mean, of course, there'd be a lot of work for us to do. I mean, we'd have to do a lot of stuff over there, get rid of that area.
Leo: How come?
Greenlee: Well, it might remind me of Ryan, standing by the window, bare-chested, greeting the morning, sunlight flickering on his biceps.
Leo: How did you know that?
Greenlee: And then -- and then he'd drink his power shake right out of the blender. And sometimes cold, sweet drops would drip down onto his washboard stomach.
Leo: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what you're trying to do, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Then he'd drop his boxers and stand there in the altogether like a Greek statue before he sauntered off to take a long, hot shower.
Leo: All right, shut up, please.
Greenlee: You're jealous.
Leo: I don't want you talking about Ryan.
Greenlee: I'm flattered.

Dixie: We've got to get this door fixed.
Tad: So, Hayward's your cardiologist again?
Dixie: Oh -- he was the only one who knew how to treat me, ok?
Tad: Ok, fine. I just -- you know, it's too bad we can't put him in a box, you know, like a little ventriloquist's dummy and, whenever we need him to save your life, we yank him out, and when we don't, we shove him back in the box, he goes right back into the closet behind my bowling ball.
Dixie: Can you do me a favor? Do we have to talk about David now, now that I'm here and the boys aren't, huh?
Tad: Baby, you know, I can't get over somebody doing that -- drugging us like that. I mean, I'm just really grateful that -- that -- that you're all right, you know, that no permanent damage was done, that, you know, we're both still here.
Dixie: Yeah. In fact, I was kind of hoping that we might be in the bedroom at this point. Or, of course, we could always be here on the floor because nobody's home. Right?
Tad: Absolutely. But you know what? Before you came through the door, I was going to make myself a sandwich because I am starving.
Dixie: Why? What'd you do with Leslie?
Tad: What?
Dixie: Well, I thought you were going to have dinner with her. Didn't you eat?
Tad: No. No, no, I wasn't -- I wasn't hungry then, but, you know, I'm famished now, so --
Dixie: Oh? Well, did you have a nice time? I can't imagine what the two of you had to talk about.
Tad: It was really boring. It was so boring. Anyway, now I'm going to -- do you want anything?
Dixie: Yes, I do. I want something. And it's not in the kitchen. Come here. Give it to me.

Gillian: I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no. I do not think that you drugged a boatful of people to get me to fall in love with you.
Ryan: You don't think I would even if I had to?
Gillian: But you didn't have to.
Ryan: I hate that those people got sick, Gillian. Jake didn't make that part up. Somebody drugged the guests at my party.
Gillian: Yeah, but they won't think it's you.
Ryan: Even so, the bad publicity is going to hit at exactly the wrong moment. Even the mention of the word drugs in connection with my public offering could be disastrous. And the worst part is I don' even know who I'm dealing with.
Gillian: That's ok because you will beat them. You know, you always win. Always.
Ryan: Only when I have you beside me.
Gillian: And you do, always and forever. You have me, ok?
Ryan: And that's worth more to me than anything. Come here.

Donald: Oy, there he is, the Pine Valley Poisoner. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, chill out. Come on, you remember how you fed me that fake strychnine in your mommy's pate and I pretended to be scared?
David: Yeah, it was your finest performance. Listen, I'd prefer not to be seen with you, so let's make this quick, shall we?
Donald: All right, all right, you mentioned something about Ryan Lavery's party and some drugs.
David: Yes, I did, Donny boy. Believe me, it's a sordid story --
Donald: Uh-huh?
David: One that might make even someone as despicable as you hang their head in shame.
Donald: Ooh, that is sordid.
David: Well, I guess we're going to have to wait for your readers to decide that. Now, listen. The key player here is Ryan Lavery, soon-to-be cyber billionaire. His drug of choice -- libidozone, ok? It's a very powerful aphrodisiac.
Donald: So we got ourselves a real live love boat, huh? Yeah.

Erica: I am so proud of myself. Look.
Bianca: Ooh, little marshmallows.
Erica: Little marshmallows all in there. Where's Uncle Jack?
Bianca: Oh, he had to go home. He asked me to tell you good night.
Erica: Ok. Well, then, more hot chocolate for us.
Bianca: Thanks.
Erica: Oh, Honey, look what I found back there. Do you remember that day?
Bianca: I remember the picture.
Erica: Well, it was your fourth birthday party, and you insisted that your favorite dolly have a brand-new pinafore just like yours. And thank goodness that your grandmother could sew. Oh, you were so particular about your outfits then, just like I was at your age. What was that doll's name?
Bianca: Miranda.
Erica: That's right. Of course, Miranda. Oh, how you loved your dolls. How you loved playing mommy with them. You were so happy. Do you remember, you wanted me to have the same dress as you and Miranda?
Bianca: Yeah, and you got me a pair of black boots like yours instead.
Erica: I did, yes.
Bianca: You know what, Mom? I think I'm actually pretty tired after all. I'm going to head to bed. Good night.

Tad: Baby, listen, listen, listen. Before you came in, I got to -- I mean, I got to be -- I really wasn't expect prepared for you to be home tonight.
Dixie: So?
Tad: I got a meeting tomorrow, a really important meeting, and I was going to spend the entire night, you know, cramming files into the back of my head, which is why I was going to make myself a sandwich because I was just going to, you know, squirrel myself into the study.
Dixie: Well, couldn't I just sort of sneak in then every once in a while and give you a quick little kiss maybe?
Tad: How much work do you think I would get done if you did that? Stop. Stop, seriously. Seriously, you know? You know what you can do for me, really?
Dixie: What?
Tad: Why don't you go to bed without me, and then whenever I --

[Dixie sighs]

Tad: Well, listen, listen, listen. Whenever I want to take a break, I can come stand in the doorway and watch you sleep and thank God and my lucky stars that you're still there.
Dixie: Ok. That was nice.
Tad: Ok.
Dixie: Go make a sandwich.
Tad: Ok.

Gillian: You know that I've never felt so alive in my life when it was just the two of us against the rest of the world.
Ryan: Me, too. Me, too. Knowing that you believe in me and that you would risk everything just to -- just to be with me, that's -- that's all I want in the world.
Gillian: But you love your company. And I love that, too, because that is part of you.
Ryan: Nothing is going to happen to incredibledreams.com.
Gillian: Good. Because I want you to fight for it.
Ryan: I will, and nothing's going to stop me, princess. Nothing. And I promise you that the rest of our life is going to be perfect.

Donald: Oh, this has got everything, huh? Drugs, sex, the internet. This could get me back into the legitimate media.
David: Yeah, well, I'm glad I could be of assistance, Donny boy. Donald: If all of this is true, Ryan Lavery is yesterday's lunch.
David: Not "if." It is true. By tomorrow morning, everybody in the world is going to know about it.
Donald: Yeah? What's so funny?
David: I know that your brilliant writing style is going to sell this to the world, but if I may suggest a headline?
Donald: Hit me.
David: "Incredible Nightmare."
Donald: Yeah.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Dixie: You forgot to tell me Leslie Coulson was here last night.

Edmund: The drug shows up and Alex is missing. Maybe there's a connection.

Hayley: You found out something, didn't you, about Arlene?

Greenlee: Ryan only cares about royal sluts. Ah!