Dixie: You want to make me an offer?
David: A business proposal.
Dixie: You've got attention.
David: Dixie, you're great with people. And from what I know of your home life, you're a terrific manager.
Dixie: Oh, yes. I can tie Tad's tie and make a lunch and check math homework all at the same time.
David: Well, then I have the dream job for you.
Dixie: Domestic engineer?
David: Saving lives. In a roundabout way. You see, there's this coalition that's struggling, getting on its feet. One of the co-founders is never available. The other works 24/7 and is drowning in paperwork.
Dixie: Hmm, your average workaholics.
David: Driven, but not totally possessed. What this organization needs is, well, organization. So we need somebody who can, I guess, create a computer database, download and update files, track phone calls, keep the office humming.
Dixie: Hmm, your average job without a soul.
David: Oh, wrong. You'd also be involved on the P.R. Side -- fundraising, schmoozing contributors, doing some major hand-holding.
Dixie: Whose hand would I be holding?
David: Well, most likely the guy who's drowning in paperwork. Dixie: You w
ant me to come and work for you at the Andrassy Foundation.
David: How did you know?
Dixie: Wild guess.
David: You interested?
Dixie: I don't know. Working side by side with the brilliant but volatile Dr. Hayward?
David: What's life without a few risks?

Becca: Ooh! Who -- who does she think she is? She cannot talk toe that way, ok? I'm not some country milk maid that she can just step all over!

[Tap on window]

Becca: What? What -- oh, my -- what are you doing outside my window?
Leo: Becca, I had to see you.
Becca: Did you ever hear of a front door?
Leo: Would you have let me in?
Becca: No, I wouldn't.
Leo: Becca, come on. Please, I'm stuck. I climbed up the trellis, but it broke. I just wanted to apologize for the way my mother treated you. Come on, I'm risking my own skin here, Becca. Please just give me a hand. Becca: Oh, I'd be happy to.
Leo: No, Becca, come on, don't! Ah!

Gillian: I am so happy, Grandmama. I'm happier than I've ever been in my entire life.
Eugenia: I remember lovely summer days, long summer days with your grandfather before we were married. Yes, boating on the river and picnics. And then, of course, parting is such sweet sorrow.
Gillian: See, Ryan and I never have to say good-bye to each other anymore because we have this.
Eugenia: Isn't that one of those machines that Edmund uses?
Gillian: Mm-hmm. It's a laptop computer, and now we can send e-mails to each other, e-love letters.
Eugenia: Oh, I don't think a computer will ever take the place of sealing wax and scented notepaper.
Gillian: Well, they do have a romance of their own. Love floating through cyberspace, arriving at its destination with the touch of a keystroke.
Eugenia: Don't you and Ryan intend to keep your romance a secret until you have a chance to ask Jake for a divorce?
Gillian: Oh, absolutely.
Eugenia: Well, then aren't you afraid that your words might be intercepted as they float through this air?
Gillian: Well, see, Ryan thought of that, so he created a special address that only he can access with a password, and I have a special code name. So when he receives his first e-mail, it'll be signed by his lady love Rapunzel.
Eugenia: Rapunzel.

Greenlee: "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. And I'll grant your wish over cyber air."

[Greenlee chuckles]

[Door opens]

Ryan: Greenlee. You're still here.
Greenlee: Ryan, I thought you had errands to run.
Adrian: Yeah, we snatched him up in the parking lot.
Mateo: So how's the Incredible Dream biz going?
Greenlee: Oh, it's going pretty well. I was just downloading the latest hit.
Ryan: You guys want a drink or something?
Adrian: Yeah, I'll take a longneck.
Ryan: Mateo?
Mateo: No, I'm good, thanks.
Adrian: Oh, come on. Live a little. You're getting hitched tomorrow.
Mateo: Hey, man, life's a party.
Greenlee: All right, boys. I'll be your server. What do you want?
Ryan: I got light beer and regular. What do you want?
Mateo: All right, I'll have one. Yeah, I'll take one. Twist my arm.
Greenlee: Oh, yeah.

Bartender: What's your pleasure?
Arlene: Manhattan, please -- sweet. Do I remind you of someone?
Bartender: I --
Arlene: Think To Catch a Thief," "Rear Window," "High Society."
Bartender: Uh --
Arlene: All right. Grace Kelly before she married Rainier, before she chubbed out. It's Arlene. Fooled you, didn't I?
Bartender: Wow, I didn't recognize you.
Arlene: Yeah, well, I got the full glam treatment for my man, the silver fox over there.
Bartender: Ah.
Arlene: Manicure, pedicure, facial -- the whole thing.
Bartender: Nice. Arlene: If this doesn't raise his flag past half mast, I'm hauling him off to the morgue. What the hell is she doing here?

Adam: Hey, you. Come here. See that young lady up by the entry there? Here's 100. Throw her out.
Adam: I told you, get rid of her.
Maitre d': Excuse me, Miss --
Hayley: Hi. Sorry. I'm going to be staying. Could you get me maybe an iced tea, lot of lemon? Thanks so much. Hello. Fancy finding you at your favorite Gotham eatery.
Adam: First Erica, now you. You track me all the way from Pine Valley?
Hayley: Yeah, right, I followed your scent. What is that called again -- self-destruct?
Adam: Just tell me I look like hell and leave me alone.
Hayley: You look like hell, and I'm waiting on that iced tea, remember? F.Y.I. -- I didn't follow you here.
Adam: Sure. Erica tell you to come and rescue me?
Hayley: No, and according to my almanac, the sun doesn't rise and set on you.
Maitre d': Here you go.
Hayley: Oh, thank you so much. Here you go. Keep the change.
Maitre d': Thanks.
Hayley: I'm in town with Brooke doing a little last-minute shopping for my wedding.
Adam: Oh. It's next month, isn't it?
Hayley: It's tomorrow -- as if you didn't know. Anyway, Brooke had some "Tempo" business to take care of, so I thought that I would take a stroll down memory lane. Do you remember the first time you and Liza brought me here?
Adam: No.
Hayley: After my wedding to Mateo in the hospital. I think we sat right at this table, if you remember.
Adam: It was another lifetime.
Hayley: Yeah, for all of us. Listen -- as beautiful and as perfect as I know tomorrow's going to be, that -- that little ceremony in that tiny hospital room meant the world to me because you were there. You were there for me when I needed you. W let me do the same thing for you, please?

Greenlee: So what's your fiancée doing tonight?
Mateo: She's in New York with Brooke, doing a little shopping.
Greenlee: Hmm.
Adrian: What about you? Any pre-wedding jitters?
Mateo: Steady as she goes, man. Listen, if you've got a minute, I need some help on the Internet -- wedding-related.
Ryan: Greenlee, let's give them some space. We'll give you guys some space.
Greenlee: Hey, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, wait. You think my name is weird? Wait till you check out this latest name on this request.
Mateo: Hey, listen, Ryan --
Ryan: Yeah?
Mateo: I know it's late notice, but if you're not doing anything tomorrow, I'd like you to come to the wedding.
Ryan: Wow. Did Hayley put you up to this?
Mateo: No, it's my idea.
Ryan: Really?
Mateo: Listen, I know you're friends with Hayley and she considers you a true friend, and it'd make her happy if you were there, so --
Ryan: Thank you, man. I definitely will be there.
Mateo: All right, and you can bring a date if you want.
Ryan: Oh.
Mateo: Ok?
Ryan: All right. I'll probably come solo, but thanks.
Adrian: Hey, Ryan, don't you have a meeting with the Outsource guy?
Ryan: Yes, I do, I do. I just got to get my specs over here.
Greenlee: Well, why don't you check out this latest hit first? It might be something big. Adrian: Well, you don't want to keep this guy waiting. He's got more money than Fort Knox.
Ryan: I'm out the door right now.
Greenlee: Don't worry about me. I'll handle the hit.

Gillian: Ok. So say you want to send an e-mail to your friend Lucia in Ravenna.
Eugenia: Oh, I don't think Lucia has one of those, no.
Gillian: Well, you can always buy her one for her birthday.
Eugenia: Oh, my darling, she hasn't acknowledged her birthdays, let's see -- she's so vain about them -- till -- when was it? When we first landed on the moon.
Gillian: All right. So here's how it works. First, you go to the mail center, like that. And then, you compose your message. See? Like that. And then when you're done, you just type in the address, and then you just -- oh, no.
Eugenia: Well, what's wrong?
Gillian: Oh, no. Oh, I can't believe it. After all the trouble Ryan went through explaining it, I can't believe I'm so stupid.
Eugenia: What did you do?
Gillian: I sent the e-mail to incredibledreams.com Instead of his personal e-mail address, so now anybody at incredibledreams.com Who logs on can read this message and they'll all know that we're back together again.
Eugenia: Oh, my God. Are you going to call him?

Gillian: Yeah, on his cell phone. Just be there.

[Telephone rings]

Gillian: He left his cell phone here.

[Ring]

Eugenia: Well, call him at the loft, at the loft.

[Ring]

[Ringing stops]

Gillian: Grandmama, if I call him there and somebody else answers, they're going to know something's up, so come, you talk to him.

Ryan: All right, see you, guys. Matt, good luck tomorrow.
Mateo: See you in church.

Adrian: So, what can I do for you?
Mateo: Ok, listen, my mom needs a limo. I want to get her a limo from the house to the church and then back to the reception, you know, and then back, so --
Adrian: Cool, I can take care of that. I'll talk to my friend over at Magic Carpet Limo.
Mateo: Can you do it on-line?
Adrian: Yeah, I'll do you one better. I'll get her a stretch.
Mateo: Excellent.
Greenlee: Hey, stand in line. I'm downloading the latest hit.

[Telephone rings]

Greenlee: incribledreams.com.
Eugenia: May I speak to Ryan Lavery?
Greenlee: He just left. I can take a message.

Eugenia: He's already left.
Eugenia: Well, Gillian, Gillian, where --

Greenlee: How rude. They didn't even say good-bye. Hey, no cuts.
Adrian: She who hesitates waits.

Becca: Is anything broken?
Leo: Only my pride.
Becca: Good thing that rosebush broke your fall.
Leo: And tell Tad and Dixie I'll pay for it as soon as I get a job. You know, I hear they were looking for a night manager down at the Burger Barn.
Becca: Go for it.
Leo: I was joking.
Becca: Well, I'm not, Leo. I work with people at the shelter every day who know what it's really like to go without.
Leo: You're a hard woman, Becca. But I didn't come here for your sympathies. I came here to apologize for my mother. She treated you like trash and what she said was way out of line. I apologize.
Becca: Bull! You do not. She said the exact same thing that you said, that I am the terminally boring virgin/cornpone queen. You, your mother, Greenlee, everyone at WRCW -- everyone thinks that they know who I am. But they don't know me at all! They don't know what I'm like on the inside. You don't have a clue, Leo.

Dixie: Look, this job offer -- you're not serious.
David: Of course I am. Why not?
Dixie: Because I have no experience doing foundation work.
David: You were patient liaison at P.V.H.
Dixie: And how do you know that?
David: I did my homework.
Dixie: Well, being an advocate for patients is one thing.
David: Ruth said that you were the best.
Dixie: But -- but I don't have any experience doing public relations work, and the closest thing I've come to fundraising is the school bake sale.
David: These are skills that you can pick up as you go along.
Dixie: Seriously, David, the Andrassy Foundation, it funds vitally important research for rare diseases. The work that you do is serious and important.
David: Look, Alex took an indefinite leave of absence. I don't have any idea when or if she's even coming back at all.
Dixie: Well, why don't you just go through human relations?
David: I don't want some stranger onboard to pick up the slack. I need someone that I can trust.
Dixie: Well, surely you must have a friend or a colleague.
David: You're it, Dixie. You're the only friend I have in this town. I think we'd be great together. So, you want to take a chance on me?
Dixie: Well, what about Alex? I mean, how's she going to feel when she comes back and finds me sitting in her chair?
David: Don't worry about Alex. I can handle her.
Dixie: When would you want me to start?
David: Is yesterday too soon?
Dixie: You know, I -- I really should discuss this with Tad before I say anything.
David: So you think your husband will go for the idea?
Dixie: Well, he will if it's what I want.
David: Is it what you want?
Dixie: I want a parking space. And I want a nice mug with my name on it.
David: Well, I think I can handle that. Great.

David: Well, Gillian looks all upset.
Dixie: Oh, she does. Oh, I'm just going to see what's the matter. I'll be right back.
David: Sure.
Dixie: Hey! Hey, sweetie, are you ok?
Gillian: Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Dixie: Are you sure?
Gillian: Don't you just hate people who are always late?
Dixie: Oh, you're waiting for somebody.
Gillian: Yeah, and she's never on time.
Dixie: Well, listen, the last time we were here, I walked out on you, so the least I can do is keep you company.
Gillian: Oh, no, no, no. No, you don't have to do that.
Dixie: Are you sure?
Gillian: Yeah.
David: Look, I'm sorry to intrude, ladies, but --

[Telephone rings]

David: Your purse is ringing.
Dixie: Oh, it is, isn't it? Well, I'm sorry. I guess I left my shoe phone at home.

[Ring]

Dixie: Oop. Hello? Oh, hi. Can you hang on a second? It's Ruth. I'll take it in the lobby.
David: All right, look, I'll hold our table.
Dixie: Ok. Thanks.
Gillian: Take your time.

David: So, have you heard from Jake?
Gillian: David, I'm really not in the mood for small talk.
David: No, you see, now, if I would've said, "boy, it's a scorcher outside," that would've been small talk. But asking you about your husband -- oh. What's wrong, Princess?
Gillian: Don't call me that.
David: You've got that look you used to have when we were together, like some guilty secret was about to explode. Am I getting warm?

Hayley: You never gave up on me, Dad, and I will never give up on you. You need me now more than ever, and I need you.
Adam: No, you don't need me. I'm a contagion.
Hayley: You didn't kill Uncle Stuart, and you're not the only one who misses him.
Adam: I can't talk about him.
Hayley: Well, I'm not going to bury you alongside of him. I don't want to be an orphan.
Adam: You still have Arlene.
Hayley: She's a poison.
Adam: Well, what makes you think I'm not?
Hayley: Arlene is dead to me. I will never let her back in my life. But my father is alive. When I was a little girl, I never dreamed of playing "here comes the bride" because I was always too busy cleaning up after Arlene. And when I was older, I never thought I'd get married because watching Arlene cheat on Harry just led me to believe that there was no happily ever after. But then when I met Mateo and I fell in love with him, I realized that I could have a happy ending, or at least a fresh start. I want you to be with me. I want you to walk me down the aisle when I start my new life.
Adam: You don't need me.
Hayley: I will always need you. Always. You're the only parent I have left. Harry is gone, Uncle Stuart's gone. Uncle Pork Chop, I'm sure, will send me a nice, funny telegram, but his life is someplace else now. Dad, please, I need you to be with me. Tomorrow, I'm going to be a bride, again. And I just -- I want you there to hold my hand and to walk me down the aisle when the music starts. And to tell me that you think I'm beautiful. And to cry when the minister asks who gives the bride away. And later at the reception, when the music plays, I just want to take off my shoes and dance on your feet like I never got a chance to do when I was small.

[Adam hums]

[Hayley takes off her shoes and dances with Adam]

Arlene: Are you an actor?
Man: Gainfully unemployed.
Arlene: Oh, yeah? Have I seen you in anything?
Man: A traffic jam.
Arlene: Ooh, is that one of those avant-garde plays they do off-Broadway?
Man: It's rush hour on Columbus Circle. I drive a cab part-time.
Arlene: Well, you're lucky I came along. How would you like to play a starving artist, hmm?
Man: Not much of a stretch.
Arlene: Hope you're a quick study. Curtain's up in two minutes.

Hayley: Aren't we a hell of a pair.
Adam: I lied, Hayley. I do remember this restaurant. I remember how happy you were. And I want to see you happy again with Mateo.
Hayley: I want to see you happy, too. Dad, come with me. Please, please. Look, we'll check out of your hotel, we'll call Brooke, and we'll fly home. Come on. Come with me. Come on.

Man: Stuart. Stuart Chandler. Hey! Oh, we met last winter at an art show in Soho. The first time I'd seen your work, you were kind enough to have coffee with me after and discuss my own fledgling attempts at painting.
Hayley: I'm afraid you've made a terrible mistake.
Man: Uh, no mistake. I went home that nig, threw out all my old canvases, and started over. Thanks to your inspiration -- the Marian series in particular -- my work has this vibrancy that wasn't there before. I get up in the morning and I can't wait to get at the brushes. My wife even came back to me. I owe you my life and my art, Stuart. You are truly an angel among us. Bless you.
Adam: I'm -- I'm not Stuart. I'm -- Stuart's my brother. He's dead.

Mateo: Did you pull the limo service up yet?
Adrian: No, not yet.
Greenlee: Must be the hit from Rapunzel.
Mateo: Rapunzel?
Greenlee: Yeah, the latest request of incredibledreams. Must be a weird chick from the look on your face. Let me see. Hey, where'd it go?
Adrian: System must've crashed.
Greenlee: Uh-uh, it's still up.
Adrian: Well, actually, it hasn't. System crashed, I'm telling you.
Greenlee: All right, Mr. Spy-who-knows-it-all. I'll give you your air space. Later.
Mateo: Bye.

[Door closes]

Mateo: What was that?
Adrian: Oh, just a glitch in the system.
Mateo: No, no, glitch, glitch, glitch. I'm your partner. Don't hand me off. What's going on?
Adrian: You don't want to know.

Gillian: Just leave me alone.
David: Aren't you already alone? Jake is a thousand miles away. Oh, Gillian, what did you get yourself into this time?
Gillian: David, shut up.

Man: The stocks on my web site are taking a beating. I'm looking to you to recoup my losses.

Dixie: Hey, guys. Who died?

Leo: You called my bluff, Becca. I had you classed, sorted, and filed. But you come from a good place, a place that I can't get to. You hold out your hand. You're trusting. You're giving. While I spin my wheels trying to figure out the angle, how to cash in my share. You're the cup half full. I'm the nasty taste in your mouth you can't swallow.
Becca: There you go again. You're talking in clichés and you're assuming too much of me. I'm a normal person. I have bad days and dark thoughts just like everyone else.
Leo: I find that hard to believe.
Becca: Believe it. You probably think that when I found out my brother Robbie died that I ran to church crying, praying for his soul. Look, I didn't go to church. I didn't cry. I didn't pray. I didn't even go to the funeral. My parents thought I was so overcome with grief. But it wasn't that all.
Leo: What was it?
Becca: Well, I didn't stop believing in God. No, that would've been way too easy. But I hated him. I hated him for taking my brother's life before it had even started.
Leo: You hated God?
Becca: Yeah. I mean, I hated everything -- music at the grocery store, stupid sitcoms on TV, those ridiculous kids at school where all they cared about was the playoff games. I mean, everything seemed so empty, so pointless.
Leo: Like you just didn't want to get up out of bed?
Becca: Like I didn't want to do anything. Scott -- he's taking this so well. I really don't know how he's doing it. I mean, I just -- I can't. I honestly cannot believe that Stuart is gone. And he's being so strong, arranging the funeral, being there for Marian?
Leo: Well, maybe this hasn't even hit Scott yet.
Becca: Maybe. Or maybe he's just got a lot more together than I ever could. I mean, he's been through this before with his mom.
Leo: I used to think that Scott had this perfect life.
Becca: No one has that, Leo.
Leo: Well, yours seemed pretty damn close.
Becca: Yeah, for a while. Till my brother Robbie died. I acted like a total brat, ok? I -- I -- was such a mess. I don't know how my parents did it. They had lost their oldest son and they had to deal with me walking around the house crying, slamming doors. I just -- I made it so hard for everyone.
Leo: It sounds like you were just feeling too much to even keep it inside.
Becca: No, no. I didn't want to be brave. I wanted everyone to be as miserable as I was. My parents, they used to -- they used to come into my room and sit on the edge of my bed, holding my hand, saying that Robbie was in -- was in heaven, that his soul was ok. I secretly hated them, too. How could they be so accepting? Their oldest son had just died, damn it. How could they lean back on their faith when their son was being lowered into the ground? I didn't understand it. I just -- I hurt too much. I was so wrapped up in my pain and in my loss. You know what? A few weeks after the funeral, I had this dream. I dreamed that -- that Robbie and I, we were on the back porch and we were eating ice cream, laughing and talking. And all of a sudden he said, "It's OK Freckles. I'm all right."
Leo: But you still miss him?
Becca: Yeah, I still miss him. And sometimes I go to that dark place, start feeling sorry for myself.
Leo: Well, cut yourself a break, Becca. You lost your brother. It changed your whole world.
Becca: You know what that's like, don't you?

Dixie: Guys, there a problem?
David: No, not at all. I was just asking Gillian if she heard from Jake.
Dixie: Oh! Well, that's why Ruth called. Jake finally got a call through from Chechnya and he tried to reach you at Wildwind.
Gillian: Is he ok? He's not injured or anything?
Dixie: No, he's fine, he's fine. He's going to come home. That's why he called with the good news. He's coming home.
Gillian: When?
Dixie: Well, I don't know -- one month to two, when his rotation's over, I guess.
David: Congratulations, Gillian. You're getting your husband back.
Gillian: Yeah, yeah.
Dixie: Isn't that great? That's great news. I should go and tell Tad. I'm sorry.
David: All right, look, why don't I walk you to your car?
Dixie: Oh, that would be great. Ok, Gillian, take care. I'll see you later.

Mateo: Hey, listen, man, whatever was on that screen, I'd say it hit pretty close to home, huh?
Adrian: Yeah, you could say that.
Mateo: Want to talk about it? Adrian: No.
Not with a guy who's getting married in the morning. Come on, now. Look, Mateo, I'll take care of the limo for your family.
Mateo: Thank you.
Adrian: But right now I need to track down Ryan and make sure he rethinks his strategy.
Mateo: Oh, this is serious. You're talking in code now. What's going on?
Adrian: Listen, listen, listen, you and Hayley fight for what you got. Really, I mean that. Because as far as I can tell, what you two have doesn't come around very often.
Mateo: All right.

Man: Stuart Chandler is dead?
Hayley: Yeah, yeah. You didn't know. Look, could you do me a favor and leave us alone, please?
Man: Of course. You have my deepest condolences. Your brother was a very special man. There will never be another one like him.

Hayley: Dad, come on, let's get out of here.
Adam: I'm not going with you. I'm not going back to Pine Valley.
Hayley: Look, I know that man upset you. He didn't know.
Adam: Oh, he was exactly what I needed. I was actually thinking that I could actually go back and start over.
Hayley: You can.
Adam: No.
Hayley: You can.
Adam: No, no. Give it up. I was never brother to Stuart. I was never a father to you. And if anybody asks, you have a father but he's dead, ok?
Hayley: Dad? Dad? That's not going to help you.
Adam: Come on, pull up a chair. Watch the old man get faced. I don't need you, Hayley. All I need is a bottle and a glass. So go on! Get out!

Arlene: Well. That was a sordid little scene. Yeah, let's face it, Adam -- whatever you say, do, where you go, family, friends -- they swarm around you like flies on a garbage heap. I wish I could do something to help you get rid of them.
Adam: Maybe you can. Maybe you will.

Leo: You ok?
Becca: I guess so. I don't really tell many people that story.
Leo: I'm glad you told me.
Becca: I'm glad I did, too. Some reason, I feel lighter.
Leo: You know, Becca, you look a lot prettier without your halo.
Becca: You put it there, Leo.
Leo: And you took it off, just for me. Come here.

Greenlee: Mr. Conroy. Ryan and I are thrilled you want to be a part of our venture.
Mr. Conroy: And you would be?
Greenlee: Greenlee Smythe. I'm a consultant with incredibledreams.com.

[Telephone rings]

Mr. Conroy: Oh, good. Excuse me. Conroy. Can't you handle it? All right, give me 15 minutes. Sorry, Lavery, I've got to get back to my office. But call me tomorrow and we'll reschedule.
Greenlee: Nice meeting you, Mr. Conroy.

Ryan: What are you doing here?
Greenlee: Looking after your investment. I couldn't help hearing --
Ryan: Yeah, you never can.
Greenlee: Jake Martin's coming home. Gillian must be so ecstatic.

Adrian: Ryan, we need to talk.
Ryan: Hey, I thought you were back at the loft taking care of business.
Adrian: Yeah, well, business can wait. We received a very interesting e-mail this morning on the web site from someone named Rapunzel. Does that name ring any bells?

Arlene: You know, I've never understood the big whoop about family anyway. Usually, they're a big pain in the rear, asking you for money or putting you on some guilt trip. If I can do anything to cut the ties that bind, count me in.
Adam: Ok. I need you to help me turn them against me -- Liza and Hayley, Marian. I need to make them hate me.
Arlene: Well, how can I do that?
Adam: I've got a plan. Let's do it.
Arlene: What?
Adam: Just follow me.
Arlene: Adam -- Adam, what? Wait. Adam --


ON THE NEXT - - - -ALL MY CHILDREN

Jack: Have we ever met before, Eliot?

Adrian: I know that Gillian is your Rapunzel.

Hayley: I've got a really big surprise for Mateo.

Alex: I just got a call from Brooke. She wants us to crash the bachelor party.

Dimitri: You're going to throw me out of the plane.