Ryan: Curtis, Ryan Lavery here. Was anybody going to let me in on the fact that we lost almost $500,000 in advertising? Curtis, I'll call you back.

Marian. Are you staging a coup in your daughter's office?
Marian: Hardly. I've just been trying to track you down and some girl in the production office said that you are working here again.
Ryan: You don't sound happy for me.
Marian: Well, I'm frankly a little confused.
Ryan: Why? I'm good at it, Liza needs me, and incredibledreams.com is a joke anyway.
Marian: But what about the job you were going to do for me, Ryan?
Ryan: I told you, Marian, I'm not interested.
Marian: Yes, and then you changed your mind.
Ryan: Right, well, that was to get you out of my face so I could drink myself to sleep. Listen, Marian, I'm not in the dream fulfillment business anymore. I lost my wife. Not a whole lot else matters to me.
Marian: Oh, so you're just going to throw yourself into your work here, is that it?
Ryan: Well, yeah. It's mindless and I need a job.
Marian: Well, I was going to pay you to do the job for me.
Ryan: Well, you should know I'm not cheap.
Marian: Well, you should know I'm not poor. Ryan, will you do the job for me or do I have to find somebody else?

Jake: Greenlee, come on. I mean, given the option, wouldn't you really rather be eating some Alaskan king crab legs with your hands on sawdust-covered tables at Fitzgerald's as opposed to going to some semiformal for Leo and Laura?
Greenlee: That would be no.
Jake: Come on. Fitzgerald's is great and they play great music there, too. You're going to be smashing your crab legs with a wooden mallet, knocking back shots of tequila, listening to the Allman Brothers.
Greenlee: The who?
Jake: Them, too. Listen, I'm offering you a great night on the town. You, on the other hand, are proposing the possibility of making yourself look desperate.
Greenlee: Like heck. I told you -- I have to make a stunning, contrite appearance at Laura and Leo's wedding reception party so that people won't think I'm holding on to him or wishing either of them bad things.
Jake: Greenlee?
Greenlee: Hmm?
Jake: You are totally wishing them bad things.
Greenlee: Oh, you don't know me.
Jake: I certainly do know you. And I know you'd love to tell Laura that her mother hired Leo to marry her. And you'd want to do it at the very height of the party, at the very moment, at the greatest expression of joy.
Greenlee: Joy my eye.
Jake: Listen, you can't do this. I mean it. I mean, you can't. You can't do it.
Greenlee: Then I won't. I promised Leo those words would never come out of my mouth to Laura and I meant it. Do you like this color?
Jake: Greenlee --
Greenlee: Jake, listen, you go to that little mosquito-infested fish house and eat all the shellfish you want. Get naked! Get hives! Do whatever it is you boys do when you cut loose. I have a wedding reception party to look gorgeous for and I'm going to be late for my hair appointment. I'll see you later.
Jake: And you didn't promise Leo you'd keep your mouth shut to the rest of Pine Valley, did you?

[Door closes]

Jake: And I won't let you do this, Greenlee.

Leo: I don't want to do this if you're not feeling strong enough yet.
Laura: Don't I seem strong to you?
Leo: Well, you seem determined. Like I said --
Laura: Why don't you want this to happen?
Leo: Your heart.
Laura: My heart is beating so fast.
Leo: Exactly. That's what I mean. It's too soon.
Laura: It's -- it's perfect. We're alone in the house finally.
Leo: It's too soon. You need to rest up for the reception tonight.
Laura: I'm very well rested. And I am so in love with you. My new heart is going to burst if I don't make love to my husband right now.

Chris: Ahem.
Erica: Are you going to tell me what you're doing here?
Chris: Depends.
Erica: On what?
Chris: On whether or not I think I need to explain myself to you.
Erica: Oh, you definitely need to explain yourself to me.
Chris: You see, this is where I get confused.
Erica: Oh, you're not used to not getting your own way, are you?
Chris: Sorry, but I don't know what not getting my own way has to do with you grilling me in my own supply closet.
Erica: Oh, just -- just --
Chris: Methinks you need to explain yourself.
Erica: How? How?
Chris: And -- and you're repeating yourself.
Erica: I need some privacy. You are constantly barging in on me.
Chris: Oh, so you came into what functions as my de facto office in order to get away from me.
Erica: You are everywhere. I thought if I came in here I could have five minutes alone.
Chris: What is so all-fire important about that box?
Erica: Oh, that is just none of your business.
Chris: Well, you are now in my space.
Erica: Methinks that you forget that your space is financed by me. I own this company, I own this building, and I own this closet.
Chris: But you do not own those shears. Those happen to be from my own personal collection, uh-huh.
Erica: You're impossible.
Chris: And you're a nut case.
Erica: Excuse me?
Chris: Think about it! You actually left your office to open that box in a supply closet?
Erica: Because you were in my office threatening to carry me out of the building!
Chris: Well, the fire alarm was ringing! And the last time you were around smoke, I did a pretty good job of saving your tail.
Erica: My tail?
Chris: Oh, please, stop acting so morally offended by my use of the language.
Erica: Oh, this is not acting, I assure you.
Chris: What is this?
Erica: No.
Chris: What is it?
Erica: Give that to me!
Chris: Get it, get it. Get it.
Erica: What do you mean, "get it"? That's mine! Give that back to me!
Chris: What are you hiding here?
Erica: Ugh! I don't have to explain anything to you! You're a boor. A total boor.
Chris: Are you calling me a pig?
Erica: That would be boar -- b-o-a-r.
Chris: What is your problem?
Erica: Apparently, you. The man who cleans the floors in my corporate offices seems to be my biggest problem at the moment.
Chris: Because I challenge your authority?
Erica: "Challenge"? "Challenge"?
Chris: There you go repeating yourself again.
Erica: You have very basic needs, don't you?
Chris: You think?
Erica: Food, clothing, shelter.
Chris: Sex. You do like food, clothing, shelter, sex, don't you, Ms. Kane?
Erica: Do not turn my words around.
Chris: You're such a control freak.
Erica: I am not a control freak! I'm not a control freak! I am full of equanimity. Which means --
Chris: I know what that means, but thanks.
Erica: What do you want from me?
Chris: Nothing.
Erica: Then what are you doing here?
Chris: Hmm. Science project, I suppose.
Erica: Science project? Chris: Yes. It's a fascinating study on human behavior to watch someone absolutely lose their mind whenever their authority is challenged. Do you know why no one ever questions your authority, Ms. Kane? Because you lord your authority over them like the sword of Damocles! Now, which part of that speech is leaving you with your mouth agape -- "open" -- the truth about you or the fact that I'm not an illiterate, huh?
Erica: You could drive someone stark-raving mad, you know that?
Chris: Well, I'm just a custodial engineer, Ms. Kane.
Erica: What do you want from me really?
Chris: Nothing. What do you want from me?
Erica: I want one of us to leave.
Chris: Fine. You first.
Erica: No, you first.
Chris: Control freak.
Erica: Obstinate, arrogant.
Chris: Come on. Come on. We're here right now, Erica, in close quarters. Why don't you tell me what's inside that box, hmm? I can keep a secret.

Ryan: So that's it? I get rid of this person and your life is happy and carefree again.
Marian: Well, one does live and hope.
Ryan: Doesn't exactly sound like an incredible dream.
Marian: Ryan, I'm not asking you to create a dream. I'm asking you to remove a nightmare. Right? Look, can you do this for me? Will you do it?
Ryan: For a fee.
Marian: I told you money's no problem here.
Ryan: Well, that's good news.
Marian: So will you send me a bill or what?
Ryan: Oh, actually, I was under the assumption that you'd give me a chunk of change upfront -- you know, for expenses?
Marian: Don't you have anything left from the --
Ryan: From what, from incredibledreams? No, you see, Adam and I aren't working together anymore. This would just be a -- ahem -- a private job for me.
Marian: Well, I have some money I was going to deposit for Stuart's gallery. I guess I could let you have that and then I'll write Stuart a check. Will that cover it?
Ryan: Yeah, that should cover it. Thank you.
Marian: Oh, no, no, thank you, Ryan. Oh -- and I'll be in touch, soon.
Ryan: Ahem.

Ryan: Hello. You look like I just caught you with your hand in the cookie jar.
Man: We didn't know you were in here, Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah, obviously not.
Man: Yeah, we thought the office would be empty tonight.
Ryan: Liza is gone for the day.
Man: And you?
Ryan: Sudden windfall. Ahem.
Man: Well, if you can keep this to yourself, maybe you'd like to stay and sit in on the game.
Ryan: What game is that?
Man: Poker.
Ryan: You guys play poker here?
Man: Once a week, at least.
Ryan: Really? Great, count me in.
Man: We've got a fourth on his way.
Ryan: Do I know him?
Man: I don't know. He's from outside. Claims he's loaded.

[Knock on door]

Roger: Hey. How are you? Good to see you.
Ryan: Roger. What a surprise.
Roger: Ryan. Are you joining us? I didn't think that you were in a position to bet money recreationally.
Ryan: Really? That's funny -- I was thinking the same thing about you. So, whose trust fund are you going to be using tonight?

Laura: It's ok. It's just a scar.
Leo: I know, I know. It's -- it's just a scar.
Laura: Does it bother you?
Leo: No. I mean -- yeah, it scares me, for you.
Laura: It doesn't hurt, I swear. And if I didn't have this scar, I wouldn't be here with you right now, about to make love for the first time. It's ok, Leo.
Laura: Oh! No, no, no, no, no. No, no, don't stop, don't stop.
Leo: What, did I hurt you, Laura?
Laura: Leo, I'm -- I'm ok. It's ok. It's ok. I'm fine. Leo, please? Please? Let me make love to you.
Leo: Here, drink this. Slowly. All right, now breathe. Slowly. Come on, Laura, don't look at me like that. It's fine.
Laura: Oh, I can't believe this.
Leo: It's no big deal.
Laura: Well, it is a big deal to me.
Leo: Ok, yeah, ok, yeah, it is a big deal, sure, but it's just -- we just rushed this, that's all.
Laura: "Rushed"? Feels like it's been forever we were waiting.
Leo: Yeah, but you know what? It hasn't been. And if it's me that you're worrying about, don't. I want you to be 200% so that when we make love, it'll be incredible and it'll be totally worth the time that we saved.
Laura: I worry that we won't have the time.
Leo: Why? David said that your recovery was coming along like clockwork.
Laura: I know, but will you -- I mean, will we always be together?
Leo: Yes. Forever.

[Knock on door]

Leo: See? It's a good thing we weren't in the middle of something.
Leo: Brooke!
Brooke: Leo. Everything ok?
Laura: Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. You're early.
Brooke: I know. I just -- I thought I would come by and help set things up.
Laura: Great. Well, I'm late, as usual, so I'm going to go get ready. You're -- you're ok out here, Leo?
Leo: Aces.
Brooke: Ok.

Leo: So what's cooking?
Brooke: Do you care about Laura at all, Leo?
Leo: What?
Brooke: Or is every word out of your mouth a lie?

Ryan: Look at that! Another one for me. You guys still really happy that you asked me to play?
Man: Thrilled.
Ryan: How about you, Rog?
Roger: I just hope you don't think you're leaving till you give us a chance to clean you out.
Ryan: Yeah. Whatever. All right, five-card draw, deuces wild. Everybody happy?

Gillian: Jesse, look at that. Ryan's betting huge amounts of money.
Jesse: Yeah, he's a regular risk-taker.
Gillian: Yeah, but he's not reckless. He's acting out.
Jesse: There ain't nothing we can do about that.

Ryan: Well, it's official -- I'm having a capital time. How about you boys?

Gillian: It's like he's a stranger -- to himself, to me.

Man: Give me two.
Ryan: You really think that'll help, gee.

Gillian: He's miserable! Jesse, how am I going to help him if he can't hear me?

Man: I'm out.

Gillian: He needs to be scolded about his gambling.
Jesse: "Scold--" not by you.
Gillian: How am I ever going to be with him if I can't get through to him? What am I going to do?

Woman: So, deal me in?

Gillian: Who is that?

Man: Some chick from corporate who heard about the game. At least that's what she said.
Roger: Can you be discreet?
Woman: Can you play cards, buddy? Excuse me, I'll just sit right here.
Ryan: Ahem.
Woman: Well. So, you dealing?
Ryan: Yes, at the moment.
Woman: Well, what are you waiting for? Deal me in.

Greenlee: What do you think?
Jake: It's kind of twisted, don't you think?
Greenlee: What?
Jake: Well, you know what they say -- the more twisted the hair, the more twisted the mind.
Greenlee: Huh. Nice suit. Fits you good in the back.
Jake: Gee, thanks.
Greenlee: Hmm.
Jake: Actual, you -- you look pretty good. But you already knew that.
Greenlee: Yes, I did. Will you wait for me so we can go to the party together?
Jake: Sure, wouldn't miss it.
Greenlee: Oh, wait till you see the dress I got for this. To die.

Jake: One hippocanthus, two hippocanthus, three hippo--

[Greenlee screams]

Jake: Knew I wouldn't get to four.

Greenlee: What the hell did you do with my clothes, Jake?

Erica: Well, if I can't force you to leave -- what are you doing?
Chris: Changing my clothes.
Erica: What?
Chris: Yeah. I got to get out of this uniform and into the one that I bartend in. I have to work at night. Is that ok with you, Ms. Kane? You know, it's -- it's a little close. Cramped quarters in here, isn't it?
Erica: My God, what are you doing?
Chris: Am I -- am I -- sorry. What am I doing? I just told you, I'm changing my clothes.
Erica: But I'm right here!
Chris: So leave!
Erica: I most certainly -- no, I don't think I will.
Chris: Oh, so you want a cheap thrill after all?
Erica: You trying to ruffle me, Mr. Stamp? Because I assure you I am not easily ruffled.
Chris: Oh, you are so easily ruffled, it isn't even funny. And your point in staying here while I disrobe is?
Erica: You didn't leave me alone on the day that I was -- accidentally, I might add -- unable to keep my clothes on in front of you.
Chris: Oh, that's a good reason. There. All better now.
Erica: You honestly think I can be intimidated by a man in boxers?
Chris: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, just hand me the shirt over there, would you, please? Come on, be quick about it.
Erica: What is your point? Could you even tell me what your point is at all? I mean, do you honestly think that I'm going to be moved or swayed or intimidated by a man who is just so desperately trying to cover his desperation with this cloying arrogance and ego?
Chris: Ms. Kane -- or may I call you Erica? I mean, after all, you have seen me in my boxers. What the hell are you babbling about?
Erica: I just want you to tell me --
Chris: Here, fold those for me, and be neat about it, please. Thank you.

Greenlee: Jake?
Jake: Uh-huh?
Greenlee: Answer me -- where are my clothes?
Jake: In your closet.
Greenlee: The only thing in my closet are my jeans and my underwear.
Jake: Wow. Really?
Greenlee: Jake -- Jake -- I had a garment bag with my new gown, straight from Paris from Stella herself, ok, and it is gone, and so is everything else that I could even possibly wear to this party tonight. All I have --
Jake: I know -- the underwear and the jeans. I got it.
Greenlee: All of my clothes have disappeared!
Jake: All your clothes? You're kidding. That is such a bummer! I mean, and to think of the lousy timing!
Greenlee: Jake, what did you do with my clothes?
Jake: All right, all right, all right. You don't have to look at me like that, all right? You caught me.
Greenlee: Finally.
Jake: This is my loft. I say it over and over and over, and I mean it, it's my loft, ok? Your place isn't going to be renovated till the bush girls are old enough to drink. And I'm tired of not having any space for my own clothes. Your stuff's always in the way, so I took your stuff and I had it moved.
Greenlee: Moved where?
Jake: Moved out.
Greenlee: Out where?
Jake: Out! Just out! I don't know! Just let me have a second to think about it here.
Greenlee: Jake!
Jake: Oh, would you just stop screeching my name? Every time you do, it's like somebody scratching on a chalkboard.
Greenlee: Do you have any idea what my clothes closet is worth?
Jake: All right --
Greenlee: We're talking over $100,000 worth of designer wear, one-of-a-kind, custom-made.
Jake: That much?
Greenlee: Look --
Jake: That's incredible.
Greenlee: Look, I have a half-hour before I need to be dressed, coiffed, and present at Leo and Laura's wing ding, and I am going to be dressed in my Stella original from Paris if it kills you!
Jake: If it kills me? Well, I'm so glad that you're trying to include me in being your fashion whatever, but -- I'm really flattered, but I don't have --
Greenlee: Are my clothes?
Jake: Ahem. That hurt. The truth is I hired a guy to take your clothes and he took it some storage unit somewhere, and I think the last words he said to me was he was going to give me a buzz, something like tomorrow, and tell me which of the 3,000 or so storage units in the city that he possibly put your clothes in, ok? Now don't worry about them. They're in very good hands. They're in good shape. They're going to be fine. As a matter of fact, I even got you the temperature-controlled room, my treat.
Greenlee: You're holding my clothes hostage?
Jake: Yeah, I guess I am.
Greenlee: Why are you torturing me?
Jake: Actually, I'm doing it for Laura. All right? And I could give a rat's rear about Leo, but she loves him. And if you think I'm just going to stand back, Greenlee, and watch you undo whatever they have, whether you and I believe it's right or not, it's not going to happen. You have anything to add to that?

Leo: I'm not liking the way you're making me feel here, Brooke.
Brooke: Well, it was very clear what was going on when I walked in here. And you promised me, Leo, that you would make sure that Laura did everything exactly the way the doctor said she should.
Leo: And I have done everything that I can to keep that promise, but your daughter, in case you haven't noticed, has a mind of her own. You know, this is really unfair.
Brooke: Well, I think it's unfair that Laura doesn't think that you love her enough, so she's willing to risk her health and her life in order to hold on to you.
Leo: That's so not what's going on here, Brooke.
Brooke: She's not very experienced, Leo, all right? She doesn't know everything that you know, and my point being you are the one that is going to have to take responsibility for the both of you.
Leo: She wanted it.
Brooke: She did?
Leo: Yes.
Brooke: She fights every day just to have enough energy to stand up for three minutes at a time. And those anti-rejection drugs -- Leo, they have an effect, you know, on her overall health. She's exhausted, she's obviously scared to death of losing you, and she's obviously ignoring her lack of libido that the drugs bring on.
Leo: Oh, whoa, whoa, back up. I'm telling you I asked her if she was sure. I totally explained to her that if she wanted -- that if she wasn't ready on any level that she should wait like the doctor said, but she kept pushing it! And I have to tell you, Brooke, that I thought it might be more stressful to her at this point to say no and just reject her than it would be to just say yes and just give in.
Brooke: Oh, now you're giving in.
Leo: Stop it! I don't know what I'm saying, all right?
Brooke: Yes, you do!
Leo: You need to back off. You don't know me or what I want.
Brooke: Leo, I -- look, I don't want to have this conversation with you -- I really don't -- but when her health is at stake, I don't have any choice. And if I don't say something, who's going to?
Leo: I don't know, all right? I don't know.

Laura: Mom? You owe Leo an apology.
Brooke: Honey, your personal life is none of my business.
Laura: Mom, I know what I'm doing.
Brooke: Well, the doctors know what they're doing, too, and they told you that this recovery is going to take several weeks, which means not being intimate with Leo. Laura, you know, it's risking your health.
Laura: Mom, can you just put yourself in my shoes for one minute?
Brooke: Honey, I know it's not an ideal way to start a marriage.
Laura: No, Mom, it's a bogus way to start a marriage. And I'm going to do everything I can to get it back to the way it's supposed to be, the way it is for the rest of the world as fast as I can. I will do anything to make this work. Do you understand that?
Brooke: You mean that you would have sex even though the doctors tell you that it's risking your life?
Laura: Mom, I don't know if you really want me to tell you what I think my heart can and can't do right now.
Brooke: Sweetie, look, I just -- I just want to make sure that you're taking care of yourself, all right? Really, I'm not trying to meddle, and believe me, I am hating being in the middle of this more than I can tell you.
Laura: If you hate it so much, why don't you just get out of it?
Brooke: It's three weeks. That's all.
Laura: What if that's too long, Mom?
Brooke: Too long to make sure that Leo is devoted to you? Honey, you know, if that's what's really going on, then, you know, this is a bigger problem than you think it is.

[Doorbell rings]

Laura: Oh, look. Everyone's here!
Vanessa: Hello, Darling.
Laura: Oh, Aunt Phoebe. You look beautiful.
Phoebe: Thank you. Thank God we're both on the mend again.
Vanessa: Oh, Darling, are we that early, really? I mean, I see the bride's still in her robe.
Palmer: Well, I told these two that we had to wait, but would they listen? No.
Phoebe: Brooke, Dear, you look worried.
Brooke: No, I'm -- I am so happy. This is the big night for our girl.
Palmer: Yes, it is.
Laura: Oh, hi, guys. Listen, I'll show you where to put stuff.
Brooke: Sweetie, Sweetie, go get dressed. I'll take care of it. I'll be with you in a minute.

Vanessa: Brooke, where is that son of mine?
Brooke: I think he went out just for a quick walk.
Vanessa: Really?

Brooke: Aunt Phoebe, you should see the beautiful dress that Laura has. Oh, she's going to look spectacular.
Phoebe: I know it is.

Leo: Hello, Mother. Ready to go in for the kill?
Vanessa: Darling, I'm just here to celebrate your love. That is what this event is all about, isn't it? Celebrate your abiding love and commitment to the poor girl with the replacement heart?
Leo: Didn't you have anything better you could've done tonight? Like, I don't know, fly around Pine Valley like other old bats?
Vanessa: My, aren't we in a cross mood tonight. Shall I attribute this foulness to the unraveling of your new union? And so soon, even sooner than I expected.
Leo: Remember what you told me about how no good deed ever goes unpunished?
Vanessa: Is that how it goes?
Leo: Well, I get that now, loud and clear.

Vanessa: Well. I wonder if they'll divorce or annul.

Roger: I'm out. Next hand. I'm an optimist.
Ryan: That may be, Rog, but you sure are a lousy card player. Oh, look at that -- full house, again.

[Ryan chuckles]

Ryan: Your deal.
Woman: Right. My game has to be stud. Look at this room.

Gillian: I don't like her.
Jesse: Good. Let's go.
Gillian: Over my dead body.

Woman: Ok, so, want to raise the stakes, anyone?
Ryan: That's a good idea. One last hand to make you-all -- you know, I'll give you a chance to recoup your losses.
Roger: I'm in for the 100.
Woman: All right.
Man: I'm in.
Woman: Whoo! How about you, big fella?
Ryan: Well, I would look, but I -- I have a bad feeling about this.
Man: Finally.
Ryan: No, actually, not like that, gee. I just -- I don't know how I feel about playing a hand where the last card dealt to me came from the bottom of the deck.

Gillian: What does that mean?
Jesse: Oh, boy.

Woman: Are you accusing me of cheating, buddy?

Jake: Are you through, Mrs. Tyson?
Greenlee: I want my clothes. I have to look good for this party, Jake.
Jake: You know, I'm trying to save you from yourself, and someday you're going to thank me for that -- you will, Greenlee, trust me.
Greenlee: You don't understand!
Jake: No, I do understand! I understand you want to break Laura's heart. And I'm not sure her real heart can handle it.
Greenlee: Oh, I am so fed up with poor Laura and her fragile little heart!
Jake: Oh --
Greenlee: Everyone is taking care of her and looking out for her and she's eating up this victim thing whole! I'm sick of it! I am going.
Jake: Where?
Greenlee: To the pity party! A.K.A., Leo and Laura's bogus wedding reception?
Jake: Going to go dressed like that?
Greenlee: I'll figure something out. I have to be there.
Jake: What, you're going to be there to destroy Laura's life, go back on your promise to Leo?
Greenlee: I always win, Jake. I always, always win. And tonight it'll be no different.
Jake: Greenlee. Wait!

Erica: I will go now. But I'll have you know that I was not chased out. I'm leaving of my own accord.
Chris: Yeah, whatever.
Erica: I have a wedding reception to go to.
Chris: I hate weddings. But I hear you like them a bit, though.
Erica: Oh, Mr. Stamp, let's get one thing very clear -- if you ever dare to show up in my presence again unwanted, unbeckoned --
Chris: Undressed?
Erica: I will personally buy out that maintenance company you work for and I will fire you myself. Good evening.

Chris: Yeah, it's me. Look, she's guarding that shipment like a mother lion watching over her cubs. Oh, yeah. Yeah, we're on the right track, Definitely.

Erica: Oh, this is just too good. Oh, this is going to make Enchantment the biggest perfumer in the whole world.

Chris: Yes.
Chris: This is not .
Chris: No. There's no way she can be on to me.

Bianca: Gabriel, you look beyond great. It's ok.
Gabriel: I don't know why I let you talk me into this. Man, I feel like --
Bianca: What, a grownup?
Gabriel: A jerk.
Bianca: You're so not a jerk. Come on. You're going to be the best-looking guy at the party except for Leo, but he's the groom, we'll let him get away with it this time. Look, if I were straight, I'd be all over you.

[Music plays]

Brooke: See you later. I'm going to check the caterers.
Phoebe: Thank you, Darling.

Leo: Here you go, Phoebe.
Phoebe: Oh, thank you.
Leo: You're welcome.
Phoebe: How nice.
Vanessa: Thank you.

Laura: Oh!
Bianca: Laura!
Laura: Hey!
Bianca: Oh, my God, you are so beautiful.
Laura: Oh, you look great. So, did you bring a date?
Bianca: Oh, not my kind of date. But I did bring somebody for some lucky girl -- Gabriel. Oh. He must've gotten cold feet.

Leo: Hey, Bianca, how are you?
Bianca: Hey. Oh, no.

[Greenlee comes flying into the room dressed in her casual clothes]

[ Jake grabs Greenlee and kisses her passionately in front of everyone]

Jake: Hey! Hey, there. Mmm!

Ryan: You know, if this were the old west, lady, you'd be staring at the end of my six-shooter right about now after pulling a stunt like that.
Woman: How full of it are you? Wait, you think I dealt you a bad hand? This is all about you not wanting to risk your winnings, which is a pretty lame attempt to win, if you ask me.

Gillian: What is she doing?

Ryan: Show me your hand.
Woman: No way! We're in the middle of a game!
Ryan: Show me your hand.
Woman: What, and if it's go enough to win, that means I'm cheating?
Man: What the hell --
Ryan: Whoa!
Roger: What is this? I'm out of here. This is the most ridiculous card game I have ever had the misfortune of joining in on.
Man: Right behind you. I don't know what this is, but it's not normal. Is that AC back up or something?

Ryan: You lucked out. Woman: No, I think you did.

Jesse: Hey, you know, you shouldn't have done that wind thing. That was really messed up. You are abusing your privileges.
Gillian: Yeah, well, I had to do something. That woman gave me the creeps and she was challenging Ryan.
Jesse: Yeah, well, that ain't your call.
Gillian: Jesse, he needs me! He's alone and lonely! You could see that as well as I could.
Jesse: Yeah, well, he won't be lonely for long.
Gillian: What was that?
Jesse: Nothing.
Gillian: Jesse, you said that Ryan won't be alone for long. Because -- because I'm coming back to him? Oh, no. No, no, Jesse, there can be nobody else for Ryan. He has to wait for me. Jesse. Jesse! Jesse!


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Anna: We've met before.
Chris: There's no way I'd forget a woman as beautiful as you.

Man: I want you to rot in prison and think about what you did to my boy!
Tad: I did not kill your son, Sir.

Jake: We got a little date with destiny. Come with me.
Greenlee: Don't.

Laura: Do you want to go after Greenlee?