Leo: A chewy sort of Cabernet, don't you think, Greenlee?
Greenlee: Let me tell you something, Leo. I'm getting seriously sick of your influence on my life.
Leo: Oh, this should be good.
Greenlee: Ipso freaking facto. I hook up with you, something vaguely disastrous follows. It's sick.
Leo: Like I locked us in here.
Greenlee: I should be on the dance floor with Ryan.
Leo: Yeah, and I should be anywhere with Becca. We're even.
Greenlee: Want to know something else?
Leo: Uh-uh.
Greenlee: I should be out there proving to Ryan what he's missing by not being in love with me, and instead, I'm sitting here with you telling me that I bored you in bed. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is, Leo? Leo? Oh! Who would hate you and me so much they'd put us in a wine cellar together, huh? Who?
Leo: Want me to make a list?

Marian: Well, you look pleased with yourself.
Scott: Ah, yes, I am.
Marian: Well, Opal and I are going to be busy for a couple of hours, so your rendezvous with Becca should go off without a hitch -- unless, of course, Leo Du Pres --
Scott: Ah, my dear friend Leo Du-Press will not be a problem.
Marian: Oh, really? What did you do to him?
Scott: Let's just say I asked myself what my dear Uncle Adam would do. Hmm.

Marian: Oh, hello, Becca.
Becca: Hi.
Marian: Is everything all right?
Becca: I guess so. I can't find Leo anywhere, though.
Ryan: Oh, has anybody here seen Greenlee?
Marian: You mean they're both missing?
Ryan: What, is something going on?

Liza: I'll make myself clear -- I won't even use $5 words so as to confuse you, Arlene.
Arlene: Listen, sweetheart. Possession is 9/10 of the law, so who does that make me?
Liza: Do you really think that you're fooling anyone?
Arlene: You know, last time I checked, I was the wife and you were history. This is my wedding night, and you're not part of the plan.
Liza: Did you think that anybody wouldn't see through this?
Arlene: Look, I am Mrs. Chandler now and I call the shots, so get out of my damn bedroom!
Liza: You think that anybody would actually believe that you would marry this woman?
Arlene: Get out or I'll toss you over that terrace before you can say "alimony."

Hayley: When did you do all this?
Mateo: I know some cool elves.
Hayley: Oh, yeah. What kind of elves?
Mateo: The kind that know how much I love you.

Edmund: Alex, I love you more every minute.

[Noise]

Alex: What was that?
Edmund: Who's there? Edmund: No one's here. Alex: Good. Edmund: We're both jumpy a little, with all the --
Alex: No, I'm just glad because I didn't want to share you with anyone else.
Alex: Maybe we should straighten up in here a little bit.
Edmund: You think?
Alex: Keep us out of trouble.
Edmund: This is a good idea?
Alex: Yeah. It's a very good idea.
Alex: I felt awful for Hayley and Mateo. I mean, are we supposed to take that seriously? You know, Adam marrying Arlene?
Edmund: Well, I don't know, sweetheart. But I took a look at Junior's face, and he sure does. Poor kid doesn't know how or where he fits into his father's life.
Alex: That's so sad, feeling betrayed by the people you believe love you.

Mateo: I'm glad you like the digs.
Hayley: I do. I still can't believe you had time to do this.
Mateo: Hey, I was serious about those elves.
Hayley: Let me guess -- Tina.
Mateo: And Adrian.
Hayley: That man is no elf.
Mateo: You're right, he's big. He's really big. Let me show you this. Look what she did. Look what Tina did. She embroidered all the initials of everyone who was in our wedding party. Look at that.
Hayley: It's the most beautiful thing.
Mateo: Yeah.
Hayley: Yeah.
Mateo: Pretty cool, huh? Our friends love us.
Hayley: One door closes --
Mateo: One door opens. You like that, huh?
Hayley: Yeah, I like that.
Mateo: Nice touch, right?
Hayley: You know, a lot of people, I think, would probably feel sorry for me because of what my parents did tonight, but I don't feel that way at all. I feel like we are totally blessed. We have so much, Mateo. We have so much love and a wonderful life. And we have your son. And I have you, my husband.
Mateo: Yeah, you do.
Hayley: And there's nothing else I could ever ask for or hope for. Ever.

Liza: What are you doing? You have gone to extraordinary lengths to push everybody away -- your children, your family, anybody that loves you -- for that?
Arlene: "That"?
Liza: Did you honestly think nobody would understand why?
Arlene: Who do you think you're talking about? "That"?
Liza: When you came up with this little scheme, did you think anybody would believe it?
Adam: Do I actually look like somebody who gives a damn?
Liza: Adam, for God's sakes, no. You look like an idiot. And you look like a drunk. You are wallowing in this misery over what happened to Stuart. You like believing that you did it. Well, my mother lost her husband, your brother, who she truly loves with all her heart, and she is trying to honor his memory. You can't do the same? You have to dig yourself deep down into the gutter with this slut?
Arlene: Ok, that's it. Get out of my house!
Liza: Would you please just shut up?
Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me anymore. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me, and I will walk out of here, and I will never come back. Convince me. I dare you.

Scott: Hmm. So Greenlee and Leo are both missing. Kind of -- kind of fits, don't you think?
Becca: What do you mean?
Scott: Well, they both like to party. So if they're both M.I.A., It's a good bet they're M.I.A. together. Hey, I wouldn't worry about it if I were you.
Ryan: No, I'm really not worried about it. I just left something in her car and she's got the keys, so I really need to find her. I'm going to go look for her in the garden room.
Scott: Good hunting.

Marian: Opal and I are supposed to have drinks. I'd better find her. Have a lovely evening, you two. Bye-bye.
Becca: Thanks. Bye. Have a good time.
Marian: Thanks.

Scott: So, what do you say the two of us take off and go somewhere where we can talk or hang out or something? You know, like we used to do?
Becca: Sure. Why not?
Scott: Good.

Ryan: Josh. You know Greenlee Smythe, right?
Josh: Yeah, I know her.
Ryan: When was the last time you saw her?
Josh: About an hour ago in the Garden Room.
Ryan: An hour ago?
Josh: Yeah.
Ryan: Ok, thanks. Hey, excuse me, can I ask you something?
Busboy: Yeah, sure.
Ryan: Have you seen someone -- a young woman? She's about this tall, wearing a yellow dress with pink flowers on it?
Busboy: Oh, yeah, yeah. Greenlee Smythe, yeah.
Ryan: You know her?
Busboy: Well, I've never actually talked to her myself, but she eats in here a lot with her grandfather.
Ryan: Great, great. When was the last time you saw her tonight?
Busboy: Ah, this would be a while ago, but there are a lot of extra guys on tonight because of the wedding. If she's been around, one of them has probably seen her. You want to come with me to the kitchen? We'll ask.
Ryan: Yes, I do. Thank you. That would be great. She's driving me crazy.

Leo: So these -- these busboys, they tossed me in here, and they locked the door.
Greenlee: You couldn't take out a busboy?
Leo: I think they had it in for me. I mean, I used to live here. They probably saw me spending Palmer's money.
Greenlee: You're telling me I'm stuck in here with you because you're a trust fund baby and you don't know how to treat the help?
Leo: When you find my trust fund, you let me know.
Greenlee: Get me out of here! Do you know what damp air does to my hair?
Leo: It doesn't do much for your dress, either, Greenlee.
Greenlee: I spent hours picking this out for Ryan.
Leo: Oh, it looks way better on you.
Greenlee: You know, if I had my cell phone --
Leo: If you had your cell phone, the batteries would be dead. With our luck. But don't worry. Somebody somewhere upstairs is probably going to order a bottle of wine, and our sommelier in shining armor will set us free.
Leo: You know that when I was 6 years old I could tell the difference between and a burgundy and a merlot? 6.
Greenlee: Don't tell me -- your mother's version of daycare?
Leo: She used to take me to Rio and Provence, show me off. She'd have me stand up on her chair and sip her wine and announce the vintage. The place would go absolutely crazy. Every time I got one right, I'd get a pat on the head. It's a miracle I'm not sitting on a street corner somewhere with a bottle of Rotgut in my pocket.
Greenlee: Yeah, my grandfather taught me all about wines, too. I was a little older than 6, though.
Leo: Yeah?
Greenlee: Mm-hmm.
Leo: How good are you?
Greenlee: Better than you.
Leo: Really? Let's see how good you are.
Greenlee: Ok. Don't worry about that. Let's make it interesting, though. Let's make it like -- like truth or dare.
Leo: I'm game.
Greenlee: Ok, if I tell you what this wine is -- vineyard, grape, and year -- you have to answer any question that I ask you.
Leo: Go for it.
Leo: You're supposed to spit it out, Greenlee?
Greenlee: Not when it's a 1991 burgundy from Meadow's Creek Vineyard in Napa. You thought you'd stump me with a California wine, didn't you, hotshot?
Leo: All right, you win. You win. Come on. What's my question? Come on.
Greenlee: You said I tanked in bed.
Leo: That's not a question.
Greenlee: Did you mean it, or were you just yanking my chain?
Leo: What do you think?
Greenlee: You tell me.

Adam: I married Arlene because she understands me. And I understand her.
Liza: Like we did. You expect me to believe --
Adam: I don't expect anything of you anymore, Liza. And you want to know why? Because you're not my equal. I was wrong, and I needed to find someone who was. But, Liza, you're weak, and Arlene isn't. She -- she suits me better than you or anybody else I know. I made so many wrong decisions, I've actually forgotten what life could be like with someone like Arlene. I don't expect you to grasp this. I think it's -- it's beyond your capacities as a woman.
Liza: What?
Adam: Arlene and I communicate without words. No words. We've -- I've progressed, I've moved forward, and I think you ought to try to do the same thing, Liza. I mean, really. Do you realize the way you've debased yourself tonight, storming in here on my wedding night, insulting my new bride? Don't you have any pride left at all?
Liza: This is what you want? It's fine. Drown in it.

Alex: I feel it's such a blessing that we found love again. I really do.
Edmund: I thank God for you. Thank you. Want to go?
Alex: Yeah.

Dimitri: Alex. Oh -- why? Alex!

Dimitri's voice: I, Dimitri, take thee, Alexandra, to be my wedded wife. To have, to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I thee worship. And with all my worldly goods, I thee endow.
Priest: Alexandra?
Alex: I, Alexandra, take thee, Dimitri, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forth, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer. Alex: In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death us do part. With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I thee worship. And with all my worldly goods, I thee endow.

Dimitri: No.
Dimitri: No. No!

Scott: Well. You know, Marian is out with Opal. And Liza's out, so she won't be stopping by anytime soon. Colby's over at her nanny's.
Becca: Scott, why are you telling me where everyone you know is?

[Soft music plays]

Scott: Well, I want you to feel comfortable.
Becca: I am.
Scott: Good. Because I've wanted to hold you close all night.

[Becca laughs]

Scott: What?
Becca: Nothing. What's going on with you?
Scott: We went to a wedding together. I'm feeling romantic. Is that all right with you?
Becca: Mm-hmm. I guess it's just not like you, exactly.
Scott: Thanks a lot. Hey, it felt so good going to Hayley and Mateo's wedding tonight.
Becca: Yeah.
Scott: Like I had a right to be there with you.
Becca: What's that supposed to mean?
Scott: Sometimes lately when we're together, it feels like our time together is -- is stolen. But tonight it was ours. We didn't have to fit it in around anybody else.
Becca: Scott, I don't fit you in. I'm here with you now, aren't I?
Scott: Yeah. It feels good.

Leo: Ok. Fine, you want the truth?
Greenlee: I nailed the wine I.D., Didn't I? Hmm.
Leo: So you want to know if I meant it when I said that you were a -- a stiff in bed. Right?
Greenlee: Yeah. Spit it out.
Leo: Well, here it is, Greens. When we -- you know, when we --
Greenlee: Have sex?
Leo: Have sex -- when we have sex, I get this feeling from you that if I don't look or act like it was this --
Greenlee: Most excellent experience?
Leo: Most excellent experience.
Greenlee: Mm-hmm.
Leo: If I don't look or act like it was this most excellent experience, I feel like you're going to be disappointed that you didn't make some best-of list or something. I mean, that's a lot of responsibility for a guy, Greenlee.
Greenlee: What?
Leo: What, what?
Greenlee: Leo, is this your usual not-so-subtle way of telling me that I'm --
Leo: Desperate?
Greenlee: Oh, I hate that word! I really, really and truly do.
Leo: It's like this, Greens. You try too hard.
Greenlee: Not that again.
Leo: You've heard it before?
Greenlee: Oh, God, you're the second person who's told me that.
Leo: Once is commentary, twice is a trend, Greenlee.
Greenlee: You know, I don't even know what that means.
Leo: A trend is something that --
Greenlee: No, I mean that I'm trying too hard. I'm passionate. What do you want me to do, just lie there, like, astonished, like some little, virginal --
Leo: Honey, nobody is going to mistake you for the uninitiated, ok? First of all, you --
Greenlee: Is that trying too hard?
Leo: I don't know. It's -- it was -- Greenlee, you're going to suffocate somebody like that. But --
Greenlee: But you're not complaining?
Leo: I'm trying to teach you something.
Greenlee: What? You know what? I hate this game.
Leo: You started it.
Greenlee: Then let's play a different one.

[Greenlee knocks a bottle over and passionately kisses Leo]

Greenlee: Is this trying too hard?
Leo: Uh --
Greenlee: Hmm?
Leo: I don't know yet. Do you ever let anybody kiss you?
Greenlee: What?
Leo: You kiss me, Greens.
Greenlee: Mm-hmm.
Leo: And you kiss me pretty nice most of the time, but I think that if we're going to be doing this with a little bit of frequency, you might want to let me play it my way for a minute or two.
Greenlee: How's that?

[Greenlee laughs]

Leo: You just sit there and let me kiss you.
Greenlee: What, you want me to just sit here corpselike and let you plant one on me? What's up with --
Leo: Shut up. Shut up and kiss me.
Ryan: Well. Was it a good year?

Liza: Well, Arlene, I figured since you're the new Mrs. Adam Chandler, you might as well look it. You've already taken the lingerie. You might as well have the rest of the garbage your groom gave to me.
Liza: I'm sure he'll add to your personal collection. Every single time he wants you to feel like you matter to him when you really don't, he'll give you this nice little velvet box, and inside will be something very expensive. And you'll take it, and you'll wear it, and you'll actually believe it's a symbol for something real, but it's not. Because he doesn't love you. He doesn't love anybody. He didn't even love Stuart. It was something he told himself so he didn't have to wake up every morning and feel like hanging himself in the bathroom. You two deserve each other. Not that it need be said -- don't ever come near me or my daughter again.

Scott: Becca, nothing makes much sense to me now. I look for justice and I don't find it, but when I'm with you it doesn't matter. Nothing matters but you.
Becca: Scott --
Scott: No. Becca, I mean it. When I lost my mom, I thought that I would never feel anything again. But my dad helped me to remember. When I lost my dad, I felt lost myself till I remembered that I have you.
Becca: I didn't want to say anything, but I know what today is.
It's the Day of Compassion.
Scott: The day when we remember people who are living with and have died with AIDS.
Becca: You know, I know that -- you've been thinking of your mom all day, I'm sure.
Scott: You smell the gardenias through the window?
Becca: They're lovely.
Scott: They were my mom's favorite. The scent's been in the air a lot lately. Her spirit is close by. I can feel it. Marian and Opal had a psychic here the other night, and --
Liza, Marian's not here right now.
Liza: Oh -- I ran out of places to be. Sorry I interrupted.
Becca: You know, my car is over at the Valley Inn, and Scott was just about to take me over there.
Scott: Liza, are you all right?
Liza: Yeah. Thanks for asking.
Becca: Why don't we get going, Scott.
Scott: Yeah, are you ready?
Becca: Yeah, I'm ready. Are you ok, Liza?
Liza: Yeah.
Becca: Ok. See you later.
Liza: Mm-hmm.

Liza: What the hell is going on?

Hayley: You know, just when I think that I can't love you any more, I realize I was wrong.
Mateo: I have something important to tell you.
Hayley: Ok.
Mateo: I mean it. Something very serious. I don't think I've ever been more serious in my life.
Hayley: Well, you can tell me anything. You know that.
Mateo: Ok.
Hayley: Ok. Where are you going?
Mateo: One second.
Hayley: Are you ok?
Mateo: Yeah. Hold up. I want you to taste something.
Hayley: What? What? Oh, no. Oh, no!
Mateo: Now, this, I did make myself.
Hayley: You put chocolate pudding under our bed on our wedding night?
Mateo: It's traditional, isn't it?
Hayley: In what country?
Mateo: Mexico.
Hayley: It's a beautiful and ancient tradition.
Mateo: Just another way for me to show you how much I love you.
Hayley: As if I needed any more proof.
Mateo: Well, in that case, I'll put it away, then.
Hayley: No! Come here. That's mine.
Mateo: There you go.
Hayley: You're perfect.
Mateo: I'm perfect? Ok, I'll remind you of that when I don't want to get up for those 4:00 A.M. feedings.
Hayley: Mateo?
Mateo: Mm-hmm?
Hayley: Are you pregnant?
Mateo: I would if I could. I'd do that for you.
Hayley: Oh, stop. End it here. Take me now. It doesn't get any better than this.
Mateo: You can't die yet. We've got some --
Hayley: Just take me now!
Mateo: We have some baby-making to do. You know why?
Hayley: Mm-hmm.
Mateo: Why?
Hayley: Because it's fun.
Mateo: Well, yeah, it is fun. But because the baby will come from our love. Our love, not that legacy you've been running from, the one of your father's and mother's. All right, that ends with them. Ok? You had enough pudding? Want some more? No? Ok.

[Music plays]

Ryan: Josh, could we get some coffee? Black?
Josh: Sure. Oh, you found her.
Ryan: Yeah, yeah. Greenlee: What?
What, you were -- you were asking the staff where I was? That is so --
Leo: Sweet. Like wine, like a -- like a lovely little Gerveztraminer. It's a dessert wine. We didn't get to those, believe it or not.
Greenlee: Well, like I was saying, these two evil busboys -- they threw us in there together, and then they locked us in, and if you hadn't come in and rescued us --
Ryan: Greenlee, you seemed to be doing just fine.
Greenlee: No. No, who knows what could've happened to us?
Ryan: Yeah. Who knows?
Josh: I brought you the old stuff. It's stronger.
Leo: Hey, barkeep?
Ryan: Thanks.
Josh: Yeah?
Leo: What's your house red?
Josh: You've had enough, Buddy.
Leo: I thought you might say that. So I brought my own.
Greenlee: Hey, Ryan, let's go in and dance.
Ryan: Wedding's over, Greenlee.
Greenlee: But I still hear the music.
Leo: Ah. It's a modest little wine, but I think that you'll be amused by its presumption.

Becca: I want to get something to drink before we go, ok?
Scott: Ok.
Leo: Becca!
Scott: Oh.
Leo: And your driver.
Becca: Wait, Leo, where have you been?
Leo: Looking for you all my life. Where have you been? Passing the time?

Alex: Do you remember what it was like to stay out all night drinking?
Edmund: No, I don't. It's a problem.
Alex: It's nice.
Edmund: Yeah, it was. Actually, it's coming back to me now, in a vision. How about you?
Alex: Oh, I haven't felt this good in a long time.
Alex: What?
Edmund: I love you, Alex, with all my heart.
Alex: Oh, I love you, too, Edmund.

Dimitri: Why did you want me to live to see this? Why do you want me here at all?

Marian: Liza, if I knew you were going to confront Adam and Arlene like that, I never would've let you out of my sight.
Liza: I am -- I am completely and totally through with him. And this is best. I don't want him near me, I don't want him near my daughter. He's dead to me. I'm sorry, it's a bad choice of words.
Marian: No, no, no. Darling, it's all right. Liza, you're going to have a wonderful life without him because he doesn't deserve you or Colby. Why don't we have some tea and drink to your freedom, ok? Darling, I -- I'm very proud of you. I truly am. And I promise you, you've made the right decision.

Arlene: Come on, Adam. Come on, baby.
Adam: Get the hell out of my bed, Arlene

Greenlee: Ok, ok, I have a question for you. It's easy, though.
Ryan: Maybe we should just get you home, Greenlee. Ahem.
Greenlee: What does a girl -- specifically me -- have to do to get you to look at me the way that you look at Gillian, huh?
Ryan: You're wasted. I'm going to take your keys, and I'm driving.
Greenlee: Well, what -- what'd I say? What'd I do?
Ryan: Nothing. A whole lot of nothing. Come on.
Greenlee: Well, what -- what'd I do?

Becca: Leo -- whoo -- you need to go home.
Leo: And where would that be? Come on, just -- come on, one dance with me.
Becca: No, no --
Leo: Come on, come on --
Becca: No, Scott -- Scott, will you please take me home now? God.
Scott: Yeah.
Leo: Well, what'd I say? What'd I do?

Edmund: To us.

Alex: To us.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Man: Mr. Cortlandt has cut off your credit. Perhaps it would be best if we don't call any further attention to ourselves.

Greenlee: Ryan? You in there?

Adrian: I don't trust you.

[Noise]