Erica: I mean, so there I was, Jack. I was all alone in the dark, and this -- this phantom just came out of nowhere, and he practically ran me down.
Jack: Well, I'll tell you one thing, you might be right about the phantom part. There's no signs of forced entry anywhere, Sweetheart.
Erica: Well, the police ran a check, you know. They dusted for prints, but they said he must have been wearing gloves.
Jack: Huh. Was anything stolen?
Erica: No. Nothing seems to be missing.
Jack: Well, downstairs is absolutely clean. I'm going to go and check the second floor.
Erica: Well, please don't be long, Jack.
Jack: I won't be.

[Doorbell]

Erica: Oh. Myrtle.
Myrtle: Oh, you poor, poor lamb.
Erica: Oh, Myrtle, I'm so glad you're here.
Myrtle: Oh, Darling.
Erica: Come on in. Myrtle: How awful.
Some dreadful scoundrel breaking into your house.
Erica: Yeah.
Myrtle you must have been scared out of your wits. Erica: I was. I really was, Myrtle. But you would have been proud of me. I really -- I really defended myself.
Myrtle: With what?
Erica: A fireplace poker. And I gave him my best shot.
Myrtle: Well, I just hope you cracked his skull.

[Noise]

Myrtle: What was that?
Erica: Oh. It's Jack. It's ok. It's just Jack. He's upstairs. He's running a security check.
Myrtle: Oh, that's why I'm here today. I am going to make sure that your house is completely burglar-proofed.
Erica: Oh, Myrtle. You're going to be my watchdog?
Myrtle: Oh, no, no, no. No, no. My new boarder is a hardware whiz. I mean, he can fix anything. So, I sent him out this morning to get a whole lot of new locks, and he's going to fix them all for you right here.
Erica: Oh, Myrtle, that's so nice of you, but I don't want you to go to all that trouble. I can just call a locksmith.
Myrtle: Oh, Honey, my young man will be happy to do it.
Erica: Your young man?
Myrtle: Oh. He's young enough to be my son, so don't start getting ideas.
Erica: Well, you like him.
Myrtle: Well, I must say he's a real honey. You know, we play poker and we gab till the wee hours. Well, if I was a few years younger -- well --
Erica: Well, Myrtle, you do have it bad.
Myrtle: Yeah, well, you know, there's something about a man with a tool belt. Oh. Well, listen, you'll see for yourself. Just wait a minute. Hey, Honey! Honey, come on in!

Chris: Top of the morning to you, Mrs. Kane.
Erica: You! Not again! You get out of my house right this minute!

[Music plays]

Mateo: How's it going?
Gabriel: I'm cool.
Mateo: Yeah? You did a good job.
Before I forget --
Gabriel: My pay? I've only been working here for a day.
Mateo: You share the tips with the wait staff. That's how it works. That's your cut.
Gabriel: Thanks.
Mateo: All right, man.

Mindy: Sweeney's dead. I still can't get over it.
Marcus: Wouldn't you know numb nut would get himself whacked. Now we got to find another drugstore.
Heather: Come on, Marcus. Sweeney wasn't just our supplier. He was our friend.
Mindy: Yeah. He was really sweet to me.
Ken: Yeah, Sweeney was cool.
Heather: Just got into bad shape with the wrong people.
Marcus: Yeah, bad enough to kill him.
Heather: Who would hate Sweeney that much?

Tad: Why don't you call off this little inquisition? We can both go home and get some sleep.
Derek: Give me a reason to let you go.
Tad: How about we've been at this all night and I'm not going to change my story. I did not kill some drug-dealing little loser.
Derek: But you roughed him up.
Tad: Yes, I roughed him up because I wanted to scare some information out of him. That's all. And, yes, that is how the blood got on my shirt, but I swear to you, Derek, the guy was alive when I left the boathouse.
Derek: And your card was found next to his body.
Tad: I told you -- I gave it to him.
Derek: Why?
Tad: Because I wanted him to know who he was dealing with.
Derek: Intimidation tactics?
Tad: Absolutely. Look, for the thousandth time, I did not kill Dwight Sweeney.
Derek: Interview concluded at 11:33 A.M.
Tad: Thank the maker. Now what are you going to do, bring in the rubber hose?
Derek: This isn't a joke, Tad.
Tad: Yes, it is. That's exactly what it is. The whole thing is patently ridiculous. You're one of my best friends. How long have you known me? How long have you known my family? Do you honestly think for one second that I'm capable of killing anybody?
Derek: Tad, the rules change when somebody is messing with your kids.
Tad: All right, be that as it may, but I didn't want Sweeney dead. I just wanted a little information. That's all.

Derek: Excuse me.

Derek: Tad, you have a visitor.
Dixie: Are you ok?
Tad: Well, yeah. Derek's been taking great care of me. How's J.R.?
Dixie: He's really worried about you. I don't think either one of us got very much sleep last night.
Tad: I'd say that makes four of us.
Dixie: I called Jack. He wasn't in his office, but I gave him an urgent message to get down here and talk to you.
Tad: My wife to the rescue. I'm praying I won't need a lawyer. I've been telling Derek all about what happened at the boathouse -- at least while I was there.
Dixie: So what's the story, Derek? Are you going to charge Tad with Sweeney's murder?

[Door opens]

Tad: Oh, great, here she comes with the thing again. What is this?
Derek: Sweeney's postmortem. He died from a blunt-force trauma to the head, and the blood on the sleeve was a match.
Tad: I told you --
Derek: But the cuts and bruises are consistent with what you told me about the fight. Look, Tad, you had motive. I mean, you hated Sweeney because you thought he was dealing to J.R.
Tad: Yeah, but I would never kill a kid without a weapon.
Derek: There's nothing to directly tie you in to the murder.
Tad: Great, so what are you saying? I'm free to go?
Derek: Yeah, you can go, but don't pop any champagne corks just yet. You're not out of the woods.
Dixie: So Tad's still a suspect?
Derek: Hell, Dixie, Tad's the only suspect we got. You know the drill, Tad.
Tad: Yeah -- "don't leave town." That's not a problem. Right now the only place I want to be is at home with my family.

Marcus: Sweeney must have ticked off the wrong people, ripped off one of the suppliers.
Shannon: Sweeney wouldn't be that dense.
Marcus: What do you know about it?
Shannon: Nothing.
Marcus: Nothing is right. Sweeney got too ambitious, got himself whacked.
Ken: Probably popped the whole inventory down his throat --
Marcus: Enough about Sweeney.

Shannon: Please, let's not shock little Miss Innocence.

Rosa: Marcus. Hey, you know Phil, right?
Marcus: Yeah. Sure. Hi. I missed you.
Rosa: I missed you, too.
Marcus: You're free later, right?
Rosa: Why?
Marcus: I got an invitation to a wedding reception. Leo and Laura du Pres. My mom and Laura's mom are friends, but I was wondering if you'd like to go as my date?
Rosa: Well, I would love to.
Marcus: Great. Wear something that really shows you off. I want everyone watching when we walk into that party. So, I'm going to go call my mom and tell her we're on.
Rosa: Great.

Marcus: Mr. Santos?
Mateo: Huh?
Marcus: You sure you want that kid around?
Mateo: You got a problem, Marcus?
Marcus: It's none of my business, but, I mean, you know he's been in trouble with the police.
Mateo: I got a handle on it.
Marcus: It's your place.

Mateo: That guy Marcus doesn't like you very much.
Gabriel: It's ok. I don't like him either.
Mateo: All right. Well, just ignore him, do your job, and there won't be any trouble, ok?
Gabriel: No problem.
Mateo: All right.

Philomena: Wow. You've got a date with Marcus. How can you stand it?
Rosa: Oh, my gosh, I don't know. What am I going to wear? Do you think it'll be dressy?
Philomena: Probably.
Rosa: Oh, gosh, the dressiest thing in my closet is my old communion dress.
Philomena: I don't think so.
Rosa: Oh, no. Oh, if my Mami has her way, I'll be wearing one of my sister's old dresses, and she'll add a collar up to here.
Philomena: Ugh --
Rosa: I don't want to embarrass Marcus' family.
Philomena: Don't worry about embarrassing Marcus.
Rosa: Ok, I don't want to embarrass myself.
Philomena: So, we'll shop. We'll go to my grandfather's store. It'll be great. We'll get you a discount. They have some wicked outfits.
Rosa: Oh, that would be so great. I need shoes, too.
Philomena: Rosa, you're acting just like Cinderella.
Rosa: Well, that's what I feel like, especially since I found my Prince Charming.
Philomena: I guess so.
Rosa: Phil, how much does a party dress go for?
Philomena: 200 At least.
Rosa: Oh, man, it might as well be two million.
Philomena: Oh, you know, I can find you something in the bargain bin.
Rosa: Oh, my God, now I really feel like Cinderella. Only I don't have birds and mice to sew me a gown. Man.
Rosa: But I might have a fairy Godfather.

Myrtle: Do you two know each other?
Chris: I guess you could say I'm a -- Erica's bodyguard.
Myrtle: Well --
Erica: My what?
Chris: Any time that you get into trouble -- which seems to be every five minutes -- I have been the man with the plan to bail you out, have I not?
Erica: Oh, right. My hero.
Chris: Oh, you cleaned up pretty good after that photo shoot.
Erica: His dog jumped all over me on my lap, just slobbered all over me, practically ruined my Gianelli.
Chris: Ralphie boy's a real ladies' man, Myrtle.
Erica: Oh, well, you probably taught him everything you know.
Chris: I don't fetch or roll over, if that's what you mean. It doesn't seem to be in my nature, taking commands.
Erica: What happened to your forehead?
Chris: You walk into walls, I walk into doors.
Myrtle: You know, I feel as if I'm watching two people playing tennis without a ball.
Erica: Myrtle, I had no idea that your boarder was this -- this --
Chris: What? What? Are you at a loss for words?
Erica: I want you off my property now.
Chris: Your lady's wish is my command, just as soon as I finish changing these locks.
Erica: Don't bother!
Myrtle: Oh.
Chris: Hey, your friend made a sizable investment in this hardware.
Erica: She'll be reimbursed.
Chris: You are so classic type A.
Erica: I beg your pardon?
Chris: High strung, pushy, bossy --
Myrtle: You know, I --
Chris: In-control freak.
Myrtle: I don't think this was a very good idea, Darling.
Erica: It's not your fault, Myrtle. It's this locksmith wannabe. Every time I turn around, he's in my face.
Myrtle: Darling, why didn't you tell me you knew each other?
Chris: Well, it didn't seem important at the time.
Erica: Oh! Is that why you follow me everywhere? To my office, to restaurants, and now you're in my home?
Chris: Well, you make this place sound like it's the Taj Mahal.
Erica: Oh, you don't fool me, Mr. Stamp. Not one minute. You pretend that you want to be all nonchalant, but I'm on to your agenda. I know what you're after.
Chris: Exactly what is it you think I'm after, Ms. Kane?
Erica: Oh, don't be coy. You're no different than any other man.
Chris: You think I'm attracted to you?
Erica: Well, you do the math. You count out how many times that you have run into me accidentally on purpose.
Chris: Oh, oh, I see. Saving you from a burning building was a cheap pickup trick on my part. And if I remember correctly, wasn't it you who came into BJ's while I was tending bar? Maybe you're the one who's in hot pursuit, huh?
Erica: Of you? Oh, please.
Chris: What? I'm not your type?
Erica: I suppose that some women would find you marginally attractive.
Chris: But not you.
Erica: Sorry. Romance is the last thing on my mind these days.
Chris: Of course not. You're in love -- with yourself. You can't get enough of you.
Erica: I'm not going to stand here in my own house and be insulted by the likes of you.
Chris: Well, we can take it outside and do this.
Erica: Myrtle, this was not a good idea.
Chris: Ok. Ok, ok, ok. Time-out. If I offended you, I apologize. Just let me install the locks and I'll be on my way, never to darken your door again.
Erica: Promise?
Chris: Oh, yeah.
Erica: All right, then. But be quick about it. And don't mar the woodwork. Oh!

Erica: That man is so nerve-racking.
Myrtle: Darling, what's gone on between you two?
Erica: Nothing is going on,
Myrtle, nothing. The man is a complete pest.
Myrtle: Well, my radar picked up a bit of a sizzle.
Erica: Myrtle, the man is the janitor in my building.
Chris: Custodial engineer, thank you very much.
Erica: Look, he's also a bartender and a dog walker and a complete nuisance, is what he is. I mean, he goes out of his way to irritate me.
Myrtle: But, you know, Honey, when a man makes a detour, it's not just because he wants to inspect the scenery.

Chris: Hi.
Bianca: Good morning, everybody.
Erica: Oh, hi, Honey.
Myrtle: Hi, Darling.
Bianca: Oh, Myrtle, hi. I know you, right? Chris.
Chris: Right. Bianca.
Bianca: Yeah. Myrtle, this is the man who saved us the other night when S.O.S. went up in smoke.
Myrtle: I understand. I know. I heard.
Bianca: Can you stay for lunch?
Erica: Honey, Mr. Stamp is here to change the locks, and then he has to leave.
Bianca: Oh. Oh, that's too bad. I mean, that you have to go. The locks -- they're a good thing. Having that guy in our house really creeped me out.
Myrtle: Hello, Sweetheart.
Erica: So, Honey, what are your plans for today, huh?
Bianca: I don't know. Actually, I was going to go hang out at the boathouse, but I just heard on the radio that a kid was killed there last night.
Myrtle: Yes, I read that in the paper. I mean, he was a drug peddler or something like that. Right?
Bianca: Yeah, I think so.
Erica: Honey, did you know him?
Bianca: Well, I mean, I saw him around the high school, of course, but, no, I didn't know him. Still, it's beyond weird that he was murdered.
Erica: You know, Honey, I really -- oh, I hate to hear about anybody getting murdered, but -- I mean, you say he sold drugs. I mean, he was a drug dealer. That means he destroyed lives and families. I mean, maybe he got what he deserved.

Mateo: I really don't have time, Rosa, please. I've got to set up for tomorrow's lunch crowd. I've got to do the books.
Rosa: Well, great. I can help -- for minimum wage and tips.
Mateo: Didn't we have this conversation already?
Rosa: Yes, and you turned me down.
Mateo: And the reason was?
Rosa: Because I'm too young to serve alcohol.
Mateo: And?
Rosa: And because Mami doesn't think it's a suitable environment for an impressionable young woman.
Mateo: Well, I'm on the same page with Mom.
Rosa: Come on, Teo, I need a job.
Mateo: You have a job with Father Tony at the rectory.
Rosa: It doesn't pay anything.
Mateo: It keeps you out of trouble.
Rosa: All I do is change the flowers on the altar and mimeograph the bulletins. You know, mimeograph, Teo, that purple ink? It's from the Jurassic --
Mateo: I know, I know. Life is so rough, right?
Rosa: I don't want to spend my whole summer in a musty old office. And besides, I need the money, like, yesterday.
Mateo: How much?
Rosa: $200.
Mateo: That's a lot of cash. What do you need 200 bucks for?
Rosa: Well, it's nothing I can go to jail or hell for, so don't look at me like that. Marcus invited me to a party, and I just want to buy a dress. Mateo: Well, you know, I think that Mom could probably spring for the dress, then.
Rosa: You know what kind of dress Mami will pick out. It'll be down to my ankles with long sleeves and a drawstring neck.
Mateo: You're exaggerating. She --
Rosa: I am not exaggerating. Come on, is it a crime to want to look my age? If Mami had it her way, I would be dressed like a nun. Teo, you know that's not me.
Mateo: How old are you again?
Rosa: 17.
Mateo: And you only get one summer to be 17, right?
Rosa: Right.
Mateo: All right, I'll make you a deal.
Rosa: You'll give me a job?
Mateo: I'll give you the cash. Consider it an advance on your paycheck. Yes, congratulations, you're our new dishwasher, ok?
Rosa: Teo, thank you.
Mateo: Yeah.
Rosa: Thank you. I promise you, the dishes are going to sparkle!
Mateo: Look, wait, wait. That's -- that's not the only thing. There's more to it than that. There's conditions. And you may not like it.

Dixie: So, Tad's free to go?
Tad: But I'm still a suspect?
Derek: Tad, for what it's worth, I don't think that you did kill Sweeney.
Tad: Great. Terrific. So what was last night, your way of saying you care?
Derek: I'm a cop. What am I supposed to do, ignore the evidence just because you're a friend of mine?
Dixie: But if you don't think he did it, who do you think did?
Derek: I don't know. Maybe it was a drug deal turned sour.
Dixie: You know Tad has a theory.
Derek: Oh, right.
Tad: No, I'm serious. What if whoever did kill Sweeney heard me pressing him for information?
Dixie: And then those people killed him in order to protect a drug ring.
Tad: Exactly.
Derek: Maybe. I mean, cases like this are hard to crack without a murder weapon, and Sweeney probably has many enemies as Pine Valley has pines.

Officer: Here you go, Sir. We found this in the woods back of the boathouse. It's got blood on it.
Derek: Looks like we found the murder weapon.
Derek: Take this down to forensics. Tell them to push that to the head of the line -- blood type, trace evidence, prints, whatever. You tell them I want the results ASAP.
Officer: You got it, Sir.

Tad: Those results are going to put me in the clear.
Derek: Don't you two have someplace you'd rather be?
Tad: A shower and bed sounds good to me.
Dixie: Me, too.
Derek: I take it you are back together.
Tad: That's a hell of a piece of detective work.
Dixie: Are we that obvious?
Tad: Come on, let's get out of here before Sipowicz changes his mind.

Bianca: Hey, you worker bee.
Gabriel: Hey, what's up?
Bianca: Fixed up, actually. Somebody broke into our house last night. My mom and I surprised him.
Gabriel: Wow.
Bianca: Yeah, tell me about it. But the police came over. My mom had to give a statement. It was actually a really big deal.
Gabriel: Were you scared?
Bianca: Yeah, kind of. I slept with the light on.
Gabriel: There's nothing wrong with that.
Bianca: So, are you working all day?
Gabriel: Yeah.
Bianca: Do you like it?
Gabriel: Yeah. Mateo's pretty cool.
Bianca: Yeah. Unlike my mom last night.
Gabriel: She was ok.
Bianca: Gabriel, when she saw us together talking, boy-girl, it was like the answer to her secret prayers. I think she's hoping that this whole girl thing is just a phase.
Gabriel: Well, what'd you say about me?
Bianca: The truth -- that I really like you, just not --
Bianca and Gabriel: That way.
Bianca: Right. You'll still be invited to dinner, but you won't be served up as the main course.

[Laughter]

Bianca: Is Marcus still hassling you?
Gabriel: That guy's a jerk. I can't tell why everyone else can't see that.
Bianca: People tend to see what they want to see. Just don't let him bother you. Something else on your mind?
Gabriel: Yeah, question -- do you know about a girl named Cinderella?

Mateo: Rosa, I've got to talk to you about a few things, ok? I -- the way you dress when Mom's not around.
Rosa: You don't like the way I dress?
Mateo: No. I just -- I know you -- you know, the tank tops, the bare midriffs and stuff -- I know you think it's, like, a fashion statement, but -- it sends the wrong message.
Rosa: What kind of a message?
Mateo: Come on. You know -- some guys might see it as a come-on.
Rosa: Oh, come on, Teo. You know I'm not like that.
Mateo: I know you're not like that, but some guys, you know -- does Marcus know that you're not like that?
Rosa: He doesn't think of me that way. Well, maybe he does a little bit, but he treats me with respect.
Mateo: I saw him kissing you.
Rosa: I kissed him back. I like kissing Marcus.
Mateo: Rosa, you know, that could lead to other things. You know that, right?
Rosa: Yeah, but I know when to stop.
Mateo: Does he know when to stop?
Rosa: Teo, Teo, this is the real world. It's not a pretend house. You have to let me live my life.
Mateo: I know. Just please, don't be in such a rush to grow up, all right? Please?
Rosa: I just want to buy a party dress so I can look nice for Marcus. He'll be proud of me.
Mateo: He should be proud of you already. You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're a kind person.
Rosa: But I'll always be your baby sister.
Mateo: Yeah. And I'm always going to be your big brother.
Rosa: So, be happy for me, Teo. This is my real life. My real life is just beginning.
Mateo: Does Marcus know how lucky he is? You better make sure he knows how lucky he is, all right? Don't go and give yourself away like that, please. Be --

Marcus: Rosa?
Rosa: Hey.
Marcus: There you are. I'm all set for tonight.
Rosa: Ok. Right.

Myrtle: If the intruder didn't take anything, what do you suppose he was after?
Erica: Well, I can't be 100% positive but I'll tell you what I suspect. I suspect industrial espionage.
Myrtle: Yeah?
Erica: No, really. You see, I am expecting a very special shipment from Asia any day now, and so I think that maybe this uninvited intruder wanted to take a free sample.

Erica: Excuse me. What are you doing? I asked you what are you doing.
Chris: What?
Erica: Well, let go of my phone! What's the matter with you?
Chris: I just wanted to make a phone call.
Erica: Hey! What's wrong with you anyhow?

Jack: Well, there's nothing unusual upstairs, but obviously the same cannot be said for downstairs.
Jack: Ahem. Maybe somebody would like to tell me what the hell is going on here?
Erica: Mr. Stamp has a knack for making the most of a bad situation.
Jack: Is that right? Is this a situation of which I should be made aware?
Erica: No.
Chris: Yes. I was just trying to make a phone call -- local -- if you're worried about the charges -- to let my company know that I'm running a little bit late -- if you don't have a problem with that.
Erica: Absolutely not, of course not. But it is common courtesy to ask ahead of time.
Chris: Well, then, next time I'll just add that to my handy-dandy guide of etiquette. Thank you. Excuse me.

Erica: Jack?
Jack: What?
Erica: Did you find Anything upstairs?
Jack: No, nothing. Evidently, your prowler got away clean.
Myrtle: Chris is changing Erica's locks for her.
Jack: Well, I, for one, will sleep better tonight knowing you're in such capable hands. I got to get out of here, ok?
Erica: Jack, let's meet for dinner soon, ok?
Jack: Sure. You just tell me where and when.
Erica: Ok.
Jack: In the meantime, you keep your doors locked and your powder dry, all right? And, you, Myrtle, you'll keep me a place at the bingo table.
Myrtle: Will do.
Jack: Very good.
Erica: Ok. Thank you, Jack. Thank you so much.
Jack: You're welcome.
Erica: I mean, I know that I can always count on you.
Jack: Yes. Yes, you can. And that, my Dear, has proven to be my downfall.

Erica: Well, are you finished yet?
Chris: I'm out of here. This is your new set of keys. Be careful who you give them to. Myrt, would you like a ride home?
Myrtle: Oh, Chris, Honey, you're late already. Erica will drive me home.
Chris: Ok, well, I'll see you tonight then.
Myrtle: Ok.
Chris: I can see my way out, but thank you for offering. It's always a pleasure.

Erica: I don't know, Myrtle. I can't put my finger on it, but something about that man -- I mean, I just don't trust him. I just get the feeling that he's stalking me.

Marcus: Is there a problem?
Mateo: No. I was just talking to my sister about some stuff, that's it.
Marcus: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.
Mateo: No.
Marcus: I'll meet you out front.
Rosa: Ok. Thanks. See you.

Rosa: Teo, thank you.
Mateo: For what?
Rosa: For not telling Marcus what we were talking about.
Mateo: Well, he's not family. I don't owe him anything.
Rosa: Yeah, but I like him, and I want you to like him, too.
Mateo: Do you really know this guy? Do you?
Rosa: Well, no, but let me go out and get to know him and just have some fun. It's not like I'm going to go to bed with him. That's what you're afraid of, isn't it?
Mateo: You're killing me, you know that? You are a -- you know where I'm coming from, right?
Rosa: I can see Papa with his arms crossed over his chest, tapping his foot. He's warning me not to bring shame to the family.
Mateo: If I were Papa, I wouldn't let you out of the house until you were 40. You know that?
Rosa: But you're not Papa. You are my reasonable, sweet, amazing big brother. I promise I'll get a dress that you approve of, ok? So may I please have the money?
Mateo: Yeah. I'm sorry. You know, and while you're at it -- here -- buy some rubber gloves. You're going to need them.
Rosa: Thank you.
Mateo: You'll be washing a lot of dishes.
Rosa: I love you.

Bianca: Cinderella? Like the fairy tale? You never heard of her?
Gabriel: Bedtime stories weren't exactly big where I grew up.
Bianca: Oh. Right. I'm sorry. Ok. Well, Cinderella was a poor girl who really wanted to go to the Prince's ball. But her wicked stepmother made her stay home and wash the floor and wash the dishes. But Cinderella had a fairy Godmother who granted her wish to go to the ball. And she turned a pumpkin into a carriage and mice into horses, and with a wave of her magic wand, she made Cinderella this to-die-for ball gown. And in the end, Cinderella married her handsome Prince, and you know the rest. You know, they lived happily ever after.
Gabriel: Right.
Bianca: So what made you ask about Cinderella?
Gabriel: I overheard someone talking about it.
Bianca: Oh, yeah? Who?

Rosa: Thanks.

Bianca: Rosa. Is she your Cinderella? It's ok, Gabriel.
Gabriel: But it's a story, right?
Bianca: Well, it doesn't have to be. I mean, you know, dreams come true all the time.
Gabriel: Not for guys like me. Anyway, Rosa's going to some party with Marcus.
Bianca: Do you mean Leo and Laura's wedding reception? Gabriel Do you want to come with me?
Gabriel: Me?
Bianca: Yeah, sure. Why not? Maybe Marcus will turn into a pumpkin and you'll end up with Cinderella.

Tad: Thanks for coming down.
Dixie: Well, I'm sorry I couldn't come last night, but I couldn't leave J.R. alone.
Tad: Yeah. I love you anyway.
Dixie: How much?
Tad: This much. Excuse me.
Dixie: Oh.
Tad: Here.
Dixie: What's this?
Tad: Open it.
Dixie: Oh. It's beautiful.
Tad: Yeah. As soon as I saw it in the jeweler's window, I knew I had to buy it for you. It reminded me of our wishing star. It shines brightly, it's constant, and it will always show you the way home.
Dixie: How does it look? I love you so much.
Tad: I love you, too.

[Knock on door]

Derek: I need you to step out of the car.
Tad: What's the problem? You just told me I was free to go.
Derek: Forensics lifted prints from the murder weapon.
Tad: Great. Whose were they?
Derek: Yours

Erica: That's funny. I don't remember leaving my keys here.

[Phone rings]

Myrtle: Oh. Darling, you get that. You get that. I'll put the kettle on for tea, ok?
Erica: Hello? Yes, Mr. Soondoo. Yes, I've been expecting your call. I can expect that shipment later today? Well, that's wonderful. Yes, but, Mr. Soondoo, please be sure that it is addressed to my personal attention, personal and confidential. I certainly don't want that package falling into the wrong hands.

Chris: It's me. Sweeney? Well, his lips have been sealed permanently. Our next target -- Erica Kane.

Bianca: So, Gabriel, do we have a date for the reception?
Gabriel: Sure. Why not?

Marcus: Rosa, can I talk to you for a minute?
Rosa: Yeah, sure.
Marcus: Listen, is your brother down on me for something?
Rosa: Oh, no, no. It was a family thing, that's all.
Marcus: I just thought maybe he didn't want you to go to the party with me.
Rosa: Oh, no, don't be silly. In fact, I have leave to go pick out my dress.
Marcus: Well, think of me when you pick it out.
Rosa: I will. I'll see you later.

Marcus: Ok, yeah.
Shannon: I still don't get what you see in her.
Marcus: Well, you never did get it, did you, Shannon?
Shannon: Maybe I should have a little chat with your Senorita, tell her what she can really expect on your first date.
Marcus: Ahem. Come here.

Rosa: So, Phil, finish your soda. We have to go shopping at Lacey's. My brother gave me the money for the dress.
Philomena: Oh, great! Let's go.
Rosa: I'm so excited. I must be the luckiest girl in the whole world to be going to this party with Marcus. Every girl there is going to wish that she was me.

Marcus: Shannon, Shannon, I want you to hear me. You're over. You got that? I'm with Rosa now. And do anything to mess that up, and I swear I'll kill you.

Tad: You can't be serious.
Derek: They lifted one set of prints from the car jack. It was yours.
Dixie: What?
Tad: That wasn't my car jack. Ok, my car jack is in the trunk where it should be. I know because I used it last week to fix a flat.
Derek: Show it to me.
Tad: You're not really going to make me do this, are you?
Derek: Pop the trunk, Tad.
Tad: Fine. You want to be ridiculous? Let's be ridiculous, ok? Come here. Get an eyeful. Just take a look at this. Wait a minute. No, that's impossible. That's -- I'm telling you --
Derek: Stop it, Tad. Stop it, Tad! You know as well as I do you're not going to find the Jack in that trunk.
Tad: Wait a minute, Derek. Look at me, ok? I amour friend. Do I look like some kind of cold-blooded murderer?
Dixie: What's this?
Tad: Oh, come on, you're not really going to do this.
Derek: This is a warrant for your arrest. I'm charging you with the murder of Dwight Sweeney. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you free of charge. Do you understand your rights, Tad?


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Dixie: The cops have obviously made a horrible mistake.
Tad: Well, you know that and I know that. How are we going to prove it to them?

Erica: Haven't I told you to knock first?
Chris: Let's skip over the formalities because you're in trouble once again.

Greenlee: I never stopped loving you.
Leo: If that's true, I need you to prove it.
Greenlee: I'll do anything.