Greenlee: So, Leo, I figured out where I went wrong with Ryan. I'm a genius.
Leo: And Einstein wasted his brain on relativity.
Greenlee: When I created Cyber Cynthia, she was way too shy and needy. Shrinking violets are a turnoff.
Leo: Shrinkage can be a problem.
Greenlee: But the attached female sends out a different vibe. It's like -- what's that chemical called that stimulates the libido?
Leo: Vodka?
Greenlee: No. Pheromones. Pheromones. My being trapped in at wine cellar with you sent Ryan's pheromones into hyper drive. He was beyond jealous.
Leo: And you know this because?
Greenlee: He confronted me. The sight of you and me together stirred the green-eyed monster sleeping within.
Leo: Greenlee, I am so happy for you.
Greenlee: Oh, will you be serious?
Leo: You can't possibly be.
Greenlee: Yes, I am. I have figured out a way to get Ryan's attention -- make him think that you and I have a thing going.
Leo: Greenlee, I was kidnapped by the hired help and thrown into a wine cellar and left to rot. I could've died. And you're using my personal tragedy to get Ryan?
Greenlee: Oh, get over yourself, Leo. You got out with your life.
Leo: Yeah, and a killer hangover.
Greenlee: Shut up and kiss me.
Leo: What is this? Let me guess -- Mr. Wonderful just walked in?
Greenlee: Pretend you love me.

Adam: Tad Martin as co-C.E.O. Of Chandler Enterprises?
Tad: What's so damn funny? I ran the Orsini Vineyards at a profit.
Adam: Well, selling little screw-top bottles of wine is hardly the same as running a multinational corporation. The competition will eat you alive.
Arlene: And wash you down with Orsini's finest. Tad, our little old winemaker.

[Adam and Arlene laugh]

Charlotte: I have to hang up now. Yes. It's long-distance, very expensive. Give my love to the family. And you take care of yourself, all right, dear? Bye-bye. Oh, hello, darling. I didn't see you. How long have you been there?
Alex: Not long. Who were you talking to? Why do you want to take me away from the man I love?

Edmund: Oh, my God.
Edmund: How?
Dimitri: It's a long story.
Edmund: I'm not dreaming? You're alive?
Dimitri: It's me, Edmund. I'm alive. And I'm home. I'm home.

Charlotte: Don't look so worried, Sash. I mean, what you overheard isn't in the least bit sinister.
Alex: Yeah, well, who were you talking to?
Charlotte: I was talking to Aunt Rose in Bristol.
Alex: Oh.
Charlotte: No, I was telling her how worried I've been about you. I mean, all this Bryn Wydd business
Alex: Now I know you are up to something.
Charlotte: What do you mean?
Alex: Well, because Dad was the only one that worried about me and told me to take care of myself. You let me do pretty much anything I wanted to.
Charlotte: As long as you were home by tea, and you always were.
Look, I never had to worry about you until now.
Alex: Oh, please don't. I'm an adult.
Charlotte: You're my baby. And you're my only child. You're looking so tired and drawn. I want to take you away for a few days, just the two of us. We can go to a luxury spa, my treat. Put the roses back into those beautiful cheeks, take the worry lines away from your eyes. What do you say? Will you come with me?
Alex: What are you up to?

Ryan: Ahem. Any time you guys are ready, feel free to come up for air.
Leo: Ryan, don't get the wrong idea. This is --
Ryan: Just like the song says -- "A kiss is just a kiss"?
Greenlee: Yes. Exactly.
Leo: Exactly.
Greenlee: We were expressing --
Ryan: You know what? You don't owe me any explanation, really.
Leo: Yes, we do, Ryan. You see, Greenlee and I, we had a little bit too much wine last night in the wine cellar.
Ryan: Leo, whatever happened between you and Greenlee is completely none of my business.
Leo: Well, that's awfully sporting of you. But just let me set the record straight. I was a perfect beast last night, and she was like a perfect little lady. And when I attacked, she smacked me and told me to behave myself.
Greenlee: Yes, and then he became a perfect little angel.
Leo: Yes, and everywhere that Greenlee went, her lamb was sure to go.
Ryan: Whatever. Look, Greenlee, I just actually came down here to tell you that I have a meeting with a potential investor, so I was wondering maybe if you wouldn't mind staying on top of things back at the old dream factory.
Greenlee: Well, why don't you let me come with you and handle the investor? Adrian can handle the incoming requests.
Ryan: Well, you know, Adrian's -- you know, he's very good, but you're really the only one that I trust.
Greenlee: Really?
Ryan: Yeah. Greenlee, nobody's believed in me like you have. You are the secret of my success.
Leo: Ahem -- if you only knew.
Ryan: Greenlee, come on. You know, IncredibleDreams.com Is only going to succeed with you holding its hand. And -- well, mine.
Greenlee: You can count on me, Ryan. I'm never going to let you down, ever.
Ryan: Leo, Greenlee's got a life. Why don't you try growing one of your own.

Greenlee: Leo -- Leo, you are the man. I think an is finally, finally falling for me.

Adam: Liza, tell me this isn't happening. Don't be a fool. You're not going to let this person anywhere near Chandler Enterprises, are you?
Arlene: Oh, well, don't forget, Adam, Liza and tad have had a history together. It's just a hop, skip, and a jump away from the boardroom to the bedroom.
Liza: What is this, dinner theater? Is this rehearsed or improvised?
Arlene: You know, I know that tad is a poor second to Adam, but I guess you just got to take what you can get, right?
Adam: When they hear Tad Martin's onboard, the investors are going to jump ship in droves. You know that.
Tad: Oh, gee, Adam, that's not what your board of directors said. Matter of fact, I'd say you're more than a little out of touch, old man, because when Liza made the announcement that I signed on, every one of your former greasy little cheerleaders did everything but bow down and worship.
Adam: Well, of course the board would love you. They know they can eat you alive. Me, they're afraid of.
Tad: If they are, it's because they think you're a squirrel. After we had you committed, we were hailed as heroes, remember?
Liza: Actually, the confidence vote was unanimous. Tad has been advising me behind the scenes ever since.
Adam: Oh, really?
Tad: Yeah. I think that's what they call a perfect coup.
Liza: Actually, there are times when we are not of one mind, but then we compromise. Adam: Oh, nonsense.
You are too smart, too savvy to bring somebody like him onboard. This is a ploy to drag me over to Chandler Enterprises again, isn't it?
Tad: Oh, why don't you just wake up. Nobody's got that kind of money to waste, Adam. The fact is the vote's in, you're out, and I'm Liza's new partner, right down to the signing bonus. How does it taste? There's not a damn thing you can do about it.
Tad: I really don't see the problem here, Adam. I mean, you're the one that vacated your parking space at Chandler Enterprises. All I'm doing is filling it.
Adam: I can have you terminated in one phone call.
Tad: Take a look in the mirror. I mean, a really good look. At this point, you couldn't even get a busy signal. You're nothing but a corporate has-been, as useless as yesterday's stock quotes.
Arlene: Are you going to let this amateur badmouth you? Look, Tad, one call to that board and you're out. When Adam Chandler talks, people listen. Attention is paid.
Adam: All right, all right, Arlene. That's all right. I'm through with Chandler Enterprises anyway. Let Liza and Tad enjoy their little alliance as long as it lasts. Your tenure can be counted in days -- single digits.
Tad: You should know. That's how we're counting your I.Q. Lately. That is ever since you married your pet lush.
Adam: It's all right, Arlene. When they chew you up and spit you out, don't come running to me. Adam Chandler gives Chandler Enterprises to you. It's all yours. I hope you choke on it.
Arlene: That doesn't mean that Adam's giving up on his share of the profits.
Tad: Why don't you sober up. Your husband just said there aren't going to be any profits, remember?
Arlene: We're going to hire someone to keep his eye on the books, make sure Adam and I get what's coming to us.
Tad: Arlene, trust me -- you're going to get everything that's coming to you.
Adam: Come on, Arlene. Let's leave the moguls to run their empire.
Arlene: Hey, Tiger.

Tad: Well, that was disgusting.
Liza: Never mind them. You -- you were incredible!
Tad: So were you. As always.
Liza: It is going to be so great working with you again. I mean, as a team, we would be unstoppable.
Tad: Liza, Liza, listen to me, ok? We are not a team. We're not. I said what I said for his benefit. I didn't sign on for any sea cruise.

Ryan: Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.
Gillian: Hey --
Ryan: I couldn't resist --
Gillian: Shh.
Gillian: They're beautiful.
Ryan: I couldn't resist.

Charlotte: I'm not up to anything.
Charlotte: I'm not up to anything. I'm just -- I'm just thinking about you.
Alex: Oh, I know. I'm sorry, I -- it's this whole period of my life that's missing, basically. It's driving me crazy, and -- you know, the more time I spend with you, I realize we don't know each other very well, do we? I mean, wouldn't you say that was true? So now we're going to make up for lost time, is that it?
Charlotte: Goodness. Am I that transparent?
Alex: No, you're far from it. In fact, you're -- oh, no, I won't say that.
Charlotte: What? What? Go on. I won't break.
Alex: You're more like frosted glass. You know, you're impossible to see into.
Charlotte: Unlike your father. Yes, I remember you climbing into his lap and curling up like a little kitten, perfectly content.
Alex: Well --
Charlotte: It's true. I missed out on a lot when you were growing up. I mean, having to work -- it's not an excuse, but that was the sacrifice that I made.
Alex: Oh, Mom, please --
Charlotte: Well, listen, I'm not crying over spilled milk.
Alex: Don't think I've ever seen you cry over anything, quite frankly, even when Dad died.
Charlotte: Well, darling, we all mourn in different ways. But life, as they say, goes on. And although I see more of it behind me than there is in front of me at the moment --
Alex: You're not ill, are you?
Charlotte: No, no, I'm not ill. I'm just -- well, I'm just sick at heart, really, for all the missed opportunities. Sash, I don't want to look into the eyes of a stranger. I want to be a part of your life, if you'll let me. Look, I realize that a few weeks together are not going to make up for the neglect. And I'm -- I'm going to ask you most -- most humbly if you'll -- if you'll give your old mum a second chance.
Alex: See? That wasn't so hard, was it?
Charlotte: It was -- it was. It was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Edmund: There was a memorial service for you. I gave the eulogy.
Edmund: I cried when the -- when the -- you bastard. How could you let me think you were dead? Do you know what I went through thinking you drowned? Do you know? The doctor said you suffered from dementia. That was the only explanation because I knew that you didn't commit suicide.
Dimitri: No, no. I didn't walk into the ocean. I didn't try to kill myself.
Edmund: I knew you wouldn't. But there was -- there was your robe at the edge of the ocean.
Dimitri: There was a robe left, but I didn't leave it.
Edmund: Who would be so cruel to do something like that?
Dimitri: The people who abducted me on orders from Alex's mother, Charlotte Devane
Edmund: Dimitri, you're talking crazy.
Dimitri: I know exactly what I'm saying.
Edmund: We're talking about the same Charlotte Devane, right?
Dimitri: Yes.
Edmund: Charlotte Devane, who lives in a cottage in Bristol?
Dimitri: Yes.
Edmund: Charlotte Devane, who grows mint in her country garden?
Dimitri: That Charlotte --
Edmund: Charlotte Devane, Alex's mother?
Dimitri: The head of a conspiracy, and Alex is at the center of it. Edmund, listen to me. Charlotte was the brains behind Bryn Wydd.
Edmund: You knew about Bryn Wydd?
Dimitri: I was imprisoned in there. I was in a coma for months.
Edmund: I saw you. I thought -- they gave me an injection. I was drugged up. I thought I dreamed you.
Dimitri: I know. I saw you, too, just before Charlotte ordered the demolition. I thought you'd died.
Edmund: Well, I guess that makes us even. Charlotte -- man, listen to me --
Dimitri: No, no, no -- listen to me, listen to me. Charlotte had me taken up in a private plane. The pilot's orders were to fly below radar and then push me out without a parachute. She thinks I'm dead. Next, she'll be coming after Alex.

Charlotte: Well, Sash, what's it going to be? Shall I telephone the spa in Arizona and make the reservations?

Stella: Excuse me, Mrs. Marick, but the children have been begging to see you --
Alex: It's the gorgeous ones! Come here! Hello, hello! Should we have a little hug sandwich? You want to be in the middle? Who wants to be peanut butter and jelly? You do? You do? You do? No smiling, now. This is serious. You know, this sandwich-making --
Charlotte: These must be Edmund's.
Alex: Yes, they are. Yes. This is Sam-I-Am. And this is Miss Maddie. Say hello. This is my mother, all the way from England. Want to give her a hug hello, huh?
Charlotte: It's all right, darling. I mean, children should be wary of strangers.
Alex: Yeah, I suppose so. Have they had a snack? Maybe they need one. Do you want to go down to see Scorpio later in the stable? Would you like that? Yeah? Ok, go on.
Stella: Come on, let's go.
Alex: Go and have a little snack. I'll see you in a minute, all right?
Stella: Say, "bye."
Maddie: Bye.
Alex: Bye, sweetheart.
Charlotte: They're adorable. They obviously love you. Of course, I was never very good with children.
Alex: Don't be so dramatic.
Charlotte: No, no, it's quite all right. I mean, I'm not offended.
Alex: Oh, they'll be fine. Just give them a chance to get to know you. Charlotte: In the meantime, are we still on for our spa? Off together, just the two of us?

Liza: You told Adam we were going to be a team.
Tad: I know what I told Adam, Liza. I said I did it for his benefit. I wanted to back you up and yank his chain. That's all.
Liza: We can make it work.
Tad: Yeah, sure we could make it work. But what's going to happen while we're standing there raking in money hand over fist? Dixie's going to be down in the Caribbean filing for a divorce.
Liza: What would Dixie object to?
Tad: You want a list? Liza: No, really, you would be working for Chandler Enterprises. That is a career move, nothing more.
Tad: Liza, trust me. When it comes to having anything to do with you, Dixie sees red. All that signing up to be your boy Friday is going to do for me is land me in the doghouse. Besides, I told you I volunteered to mind the home fires while she goes back into the workforce.
Liza: Oh, yeah, and she's really going to go work for Hayward.
Tad: No, she's working for the Andrassy Foundation, not Hayward. I've already chewed her out about that. Besides, what are we doing here, playing for points? You know, just because she does something like that, I'm going to go and work for her not-so-best friend?
Liza: You know, what Dixie thinks of me is immaterial. Think about Jamie, think about Junior. What are they doing all summer? They're going to be in camp. So what are you going to do? Are you going to sit around the house, play video games, dusting your chachkas?
Tad: You know, running a household happens to be very difficult, you know? I'm not kidding. You've never done it, but it's true. There's the housekeeping and the cleaning --
Liza: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can hire someone. And you could sleep on a sofa if you're tired during a board meeting. I'm asking for a few months.
Tad: Nope. Sorry.
Liza: I need you. I trust you.
Tad: Well, then you shouldn't, you know, because all I'm going to do for you is come in late, leave early, and steal all the office supplies.
Liza: I don't care if you drain petty cash. Working at Chandler Enterprises is like swimming with sharks. I'm tired of diving in by myself. You're good at it. They would listen to you. I saw you at that board meeting. They were putty in your hands.
Tad: Really?
Liza: Chandler Enterprises would listen to someone like you. Wall street would hang on your every word. You would have power and money and prestige.
Tad: And a parking space?
Liza: You could have your own valet.
Tad: No.
Liza: Yes!
Tad: No!
Liza: Listen --
Tad: No, no. You're not going to do this to me, ok? We've known each other too long. You're not going to reel me in.
Liza: I am just asking for a summer job. Just a summer job. I know all your Orsini profits are tied up in trusts for your kids. Think about it -- you can make a lot of money. You could go tootling off to Europe with Dixie. You wouldn't have to work for the rest of your life. Neither would Dixie. You would have stock options. You would have so many benefits it would choke a horse.
Tad: What part of the word "no" don't you understand?
Liza: You could actually have a huge part of Adam Chandler, a big piece of him. That's a once-in-a-lifetime chance. You can't pass that up. Dixie wouldn't let you pass that up.
Tad: Liza, listen to me --
Liza: No, I'm not going to listen to you because I am not going to run Chandler Enterprises on my own. I can't do it. I'll be damned if I'm going to give Adam and that trash bag that he married the satisfaction of watching me fall flat on my face.

Arlene: Take my word for it, Adam. Tad and Liza are going to fall flat on their backs.
Adam: I don't want to talk about Liza, I don't want to talk about Tad, I don't want to talk about Chandler Enterprises. They can all go to hell.
Arlene: You know, Adam, you've never been a quitter. Stuart would hate to see you backing away from life.
Adam: Damn it! You are forbidden from uttering Stuart's name. You got that? If you do it, I will personally throw you out in the street!
Arlene: You've forgotten who your friends are, who you trust. It's a good thing I'm the loyal type.
Adam: Be whatever you want to be. Just keep your clothes on.
Arlene: Close your eyes, Adam. Come on, close them. I want you to focus on what the future will hold if you don't get back in that game. Flash-forward a year. Hey -- close your eyes. Tad and Liza are running Chandler Enterprises, and it's just been named number-one company in all the major money magazines. They have all the power. They hold the purse strings, and Liza has just cut you out without a cent.

Liza: Buy. Sell. Sell. Buy. Liquidate, and don't call again during family hour!
Junior: Checkmate.
Tad: Well, played, Son.
Liza: Oh. We've made another million in the Bolivian market.
Tad: That's up 110% this quarter.
Liza: Yeah, thanks to your shrewd investment tactics, everything you touch turns to money.
Tad: Oh, now, now -- you're the one that had the foresight to bring me on at Chandler E.
Liza: Oh, no, no -- it's Col-Mart.
Tad: I keep forgetting we changed the name of the beast.
Liza: Oh, well, Chandler lost its name value when old what's-his-name hit the skids.
Junior: Dad?
Tad: Yes, Son?
Junior: Tomorrow's "Take a young mogul to work" day, and I was wondering I could go to the office with you.

Adam: That's nonsense. Junior never showed the least interest in my work.
Arlene: Hmm. And Tad has him reading "The Wall Street Herald" with his oatmeal. Picture this.

Tad: As far as I'm concerned, it's never too early for a young man to express interest in the family business.
Junior: That's great, Dad. I want to be just like you when I grow up.
Liza: You know, that's what this country needs more of -- millionaire soccer dads who really care.

[Doorbell rings]

Junior: I'll get it.
Adam: Son!
Tad: Who is it, Junior?
Junior: It's some stranger looking for a handout. Look, why don't you just go to the service entrance. They'll scrap up some food for you. Or they'll give you a job in the horse stables, mucking out the stalls. Ok?
Adam: Junior, don't you recognize me? I'm your father.
Junior: You? My dad?
[Junior laughs]

Arlene: Some father-son reunion, huh?

Gillian: We're so lucky to have this place.
Ryan: Yes, we are.
Gillian: It's the perfect hideaway.
Ryan: In a weird kind of way, we sort of have Greenlee to thank for it.
Gillian: Oh, you really know how to spoil a perfectly beautiful moment, don't you?
Ryan: No, no, no. I just -- I just mean she kind of drove us into hiding, you know. Although, I guess if it wasn't for her, we might be together -- we may have been together a long time ago.
Gillian: She still thinks you carry a torch for her?
Ryan: Yes, she does. But just to throw her off our trail, you know, like we talked about.
Gillian: Really?
Ryan: Yeah. I saw them in the Valley Inn -- her and Leo -- and let's just say I played the part, you know. What's the matter? What's wrong?
Gillian: I just -- I hate all the lying and the deception.
Ryan: I know. So do I. So do I, but we have to protect what we have, princess, until Jake comes home and you can ask him for your divorce.
Gillian: Right. Greenlee's selfish, but she's not stupid, and sooner or later she's -- she's going to find out about this, and then we're going to have to find another hiding place.
Ryan: Well, hopefully by that time Jake will be back and we can go public.
Gillian: But we don't know exactly when he'll be back. And what if she calls your bluff and she wants you to make love to her?
Ryan: Well, I guess I just would have to close my eyes and pretend that she's you.
Gillian: You rat!
Ryan: I'm kidding. I'm kidding. You are the Princess of my dreams. And in my dreams, I do this. I do this.

Dimitri: Edmund -- Edmund, has Charlotte been in contact with Alex?
Edmund: She's staying at the house as my guest. Dimitri, if half of what you're saying is true about Charlotte, Alex is in terrible danger. We got to call the police.
Dimitri: No, no. No, no.
Edmund: Why not?
Dimitri: What cop would believe us? You didn't believe anything I said when I mentioned her name.
Edmund: Ok. There's Derek. Derek knows this from the beginning. There was a stable hand named Guy.
Dimitri: One of Charlotte's henchmen.
Edmund: Yeah. He tried to kill Alex, but she shot him, hid the body. It disappeared, and Derek couldn't do anything without a corpse.
Dimitri: Edmund, you don't know who all the players are. Charlotte has more than one operative. The -- the inspector from Scotland yard that came by Charlotte's cottage, the one that said he'd look in Bryn Wydd? He's on her payroll. We have got to do this ourselves. If we are going to save Alex, we have got to do it now.

Gillian: Do you have to go?
Ryan: I have to go back to work. I left Greenlee in charge.
Gillian: Do not let her use any of her feminine wiles on you, ok?
Ryan: I am immune to all feminine wiles other than yours.
Gillian: I'm serious. She can't know anything before Jake finds out, ok?
Ryan: Hey, hey, hey, don't worry. Don't worry, ok? Remember, I'm a dream maker. And this is one dream that we will never wake up from.

Leo: Oh, Ryan's here. Assume the position.
Greenlee: You are a bare-faced liar. God, you'll do anything to skin to skin.
Leo: A boy's got to have fun, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Listen, I really think this is going to work, making him jealous.
Leo: Whatever. It's your life.
Greenlee: Damn straight. List, I got to go. Call me at Ryan's in an hour?
Leo: Phone sex. Should I ask what you're wearing?
Greenlee: What I'm not wearing if I get lucky. Ciao.

Leo: There's got to be more to this life.

Tad: My final answer is I can't afford to be your co-conspirator. I'm sorry. Liza, while you are running Chandler Enterprises, like I said, I'm going to be taking care of hearth and home.
Liza: Where you going?
Tad: To get my boys ready for summer camp. I am executive in charge of ironing in name tags.

Liza: George, it's Liza. Listen, will you draft a memo and then just hold it until I give you word? Mm-hmm. Tad Martin will be joining Chandler Enterprises as joint C.E.O. With yours truly.

Adam: You want to do something for me, Arlene?
Arlene: Name it, sweetie.
Adam: Keep your nightmares to yourself. I'm through with Liza, with the company, with the whole damn business.

Arlene: Sure you are. You've sworn off big business like I've sworn off booze.
Arlene: I've got you right where I want you.

Alex: Well, yes, I really would like to come away with you, but I -- there's all this work at the Andrassy Foundation I need to catch up on, and there's all this other stuff, too, in my life.
Charlotte: So you're determined to unravel the mystery.
Alex: Well, what would you do in my position? I mean, really. You know, I have memories. I remember things that are Anna Devane's. Our fingerprints match. I can't just dismiss that, can I?
Charlotte: But you're not Anna Devane. You're Alexandra Marick. I mean, this fingerprint business has to be a mistake.
Alex: Well, yes, obviously. But I need to know for certain. I need to know who I really am. I know that sounds strange, but it's not just my life that hangs in the balance. There's a child. There's this little girl, Robin.
Charlotte: Darling, you have been through so much. I mean, I don't know how you've managed. But I do know that you're heading for a breakdown.
Alex: No.
Charlotte: Would it be so wrong for you to turn your back on all this just for a few days? And then you can come back and face this problem, rested and refreshed. I promise you, sash, you won't be sorry.
Alex: I've been stumbling around in the dark for so long, a week or two isn't really going to make much difference, is it?
Charlotte: Oh, good. Good. Then I'll make the reservations. We'll leave first thing in the morning.

Edmund: You don't think that Charlotte would want to kidnap Alex now and take her from Wildwind.
Dimitri: Edmund, it's not a chance that we want to take. Not if you love Alex as you do.
Edmund: You know?
Dimitri: Yes.


ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Stuart: Tad Martin.
Marilyn: Do you know him?

Marian: Are you trying to tell me that you think that Stuart is still alive?

Tad: You're the one that hasn't been completely honest here.
Dixie: What is that supposed to mean?

Alex: Oh, Edmund, are you all right? You look --
Edmund: I've seen a ghost.