Ryan: I'm a jerk?
Hayley: You're acting like one.
Ryan: Because I won't let you push me together with Gillian?
Hayley: Because you're in denial. You say it's over between you two, but you get into a room with her, and you eyeball her the way I do vodka.
Ryan: Hayley, you know why we can't be together.
Hayley: You talk the talk, but your walk ain't got no legs.
Ryan: Look, we're not you and Mateo -- supercouple with nine lives, love conquers all.
Hayley: Ok, maybe you're not meant to be. Maybe it is over. But what I'm saying to you is then either get back with her or get over it, get on with your life.
Ryan: It's easy for you to say.
Hayley: It's a lot easier than sitting here watching you spinning your wheels and getting nowhere. Look, you made a decision, Ryan. Those are the hidden consequences. You have to deal with it.
Ryan: Or what?
Hayley: Or you're going to wind up wasting your life on this burned-out pipe dream, and I just care too much about you to let that happen.
Ryan: Well, I'm going to go check on what's holding things up.
Hayley: Please. Don't run away.

Marian: What on earth could be keeping Liza and Adam?
Dixie: Maybe they just decided to elope.
Marian: Oh, please bite your tongue. The ceremony should have started 22 minutes ago.
Dixie: You know, it is tradition for the bride to be late.
Marian: Well, 10 minutes is tradition. 22 Minutes is catastrophic.
Dixie: Hmm.
Liza, I'm sure Tad would have called if something were wrong.
Marian: And why did Tad and Jake go running out of here like that? I mean, isn't it a little early in your marriage for your husband to be keeping secrets from you?
Dixie: Marian, you're getting all worked up.
Marian: Well, of course I'm getting worked up. Adam shot out of here like a maniac when he heard that David Hayward was with Liza.
Dixie: Well, it's no secret that they've hated each other for years.
Marian: Oh, good Lord. I think I know what's happened. Liza told me that David was infatuated with her. So what if David, feeling scorned, has taken Liza hostage?
Dixie: This is Pine Valley, not Beirut.
Marian: All is fair in love and war, Dixie, and I hear that David is insanely jealous. I mean, he wants Liza, so he kidnapped her.
Dixie: Marian, when I was there, David wasn't acting like a spurned lover.
Marian: Well, how was he acting?
Dixie: Like an old friend.

Erica: Go on, David. This is the moment you've waited for. This is your chance to destroy more lives, to add to the walking wounded -- me, Liza, Adam, Jake. Oh, and let's not forget that innocent newborn baby, Colby. Rack us up. Rack us up on your scoreboard, David. Prove your mother right -- that you are truly evil.
David: Game's over. I'm all played out. Have a happy wedding.
Tad: That's it?
Jake: What, do you mean you're folding?
David: Let's just say that I'm satisfied. I'll show myself out.
Liza: No, wait a second. You're not going anywhere. For months, you have been hinting that you had this earth-shattering secret. I mean, you've been tracking me down to tell me this secret. Even the night that Colby was born, you were dying to divulge this secret, so much so that you cast a shadow on my wedding day. Now, I remember you telling me that you had a present for me. And I figure it's not a toaster and it's bigger than a breadbox. So what is it, David? What really brings you here today?
David: I think it's better that you don't know.
Tad: Got a secret, doc?
Jake: No. You're not leaving until you talk.

Mateo: All right, one more. There you go. All right, that's seven.
Raquel: No.
Mateo: Ok. Ok.
Raquel: No, that's eight.
Mateo: Are you sure?
Raquel: Yes, it's eight.
Mateo: Ok, ok. Then that is eight.
Raquel: No, no.
Mateo: Here we go.
Raquel: That's nine.
Mateo: All right, that's nine. One more. Just give me one more. That's all you need. Come on. Come on. Come on, you can do it.
Raquel: Ok.
Mateo: Come on. Ready? Last one, last one, last one. There you go. There go you.
Raquel: Ok, that's 10. 10, 10! Oh!
Mateo: Beautiful! All right.
Raquel: Ooh!
Mateo: Next time, we do 15.
Raquel: Next time, you do 15. I pass.
Mateo: All right. Here we go, nice and easy. You know, the good thing is that we're making progress.
Raquel: Yeah. It's just --
Mateo: Let's sit down right here.
Raquel: Oh, thanks. A few simple exercises and I'm ready for a nap.
Mateo: Well, it's going to take some time for your muscles to come back.
Raquel: Think it's too late to qualify for Wimbledon?
Mateo: You don't play tennis.
Raquel: Well, I've always wanted to take lessons.
Mateo: Really?
Raquel: Yeah. Rose Gonzalez was always my idol. Maybe -- maybe in some time, I'll build up enough nerve to take lessons.
Mateo: How long have I known you? All my life. I never knew you were into tennis.
Raquel: There's a lot you don't know about me, a lot you've forgot.
Mateo: I mean, you never talk about yourself. You always talk about Max.
Raquel: Our son was my whole world for the longest time. But I've got a few dreams of my own. They're all wrapped in memories and mothballs, but I'll take them out again sometime.
Mateo: Hey.
Max: Daddy, could we play ball?
Mateo: Oh.
Raquel: Hey, it's a beautiful day outside.
Mateo: Yeah, but we just let Nurse Kelly go for the day, and I don't want to leave your mom alone.
Max: Then we could play ball inside.
Mateo: Oh. No. No, we're not going to play inside, but we're not going to call the game on account of --
Max: On account of what?
Mateo: On account of I've got a great idea.

Ryan: I'm a jerk and a coward. That's how you see me.
Hayley: No. That's not what I see.
Ryan: Why waste your time with such a miserable loser?
Hayley: Who called you a loser?
Ryan: You did.
Hayley: Oh. Now you're feeling so sorry for yourself that it's affecting your hearing.
Ryan: Ok. So what is it that you're trying to say, then?
Hayley: I know you're hurting. I know you have battle scars from way back when you couldn't defend yourself.
Ryan: So?
Hayley: So Mom and Dad aren't throwing punches at you anymore. You and Gillian are through, and yet you're still beating yourself up over things you have no control over.
Ryan: Well, if you could find a way for me to look back on somebody else's childhood --
Hayley: Stop looking back. Look, we could spend all of our time together comparing notes on our crummy childhood's, but that's not going to get us anywhere, Ryan, because the past is the past and you can't change that.
Ryan: So get over it.
Hayley: Deal with it, work through it, and then put it away. That's why I go to AA I just did 30 in 30 -- 30 meetings in 30 days -- to keep myself from slipping into a vodka bottle.
Ryan: You've got a 12-step program to fall back on.
Hayley: If you think that makes it any easier, you are wrong.

Gillian: I wish Jake would come back.
Scott: You know, you have great bone structure.
Gillian: Well, maybe I should take my bones and go home.
Scott: Why? Because of Ryan?
Gillian: Ryan? He's here? Oh, I -- I hardly gave him a second thought. And it's quite clear that he's gotten over me.
Scott: Well, if you think he's got something for Hayley --
Gillian: No, no, no, no. I know better than that. He was laughing before, and men whose hearts are broken don't laugh like that.
Scott: You know, for a woman of the world, you really don't know too much about men, do you?

Dixie: So how are my boys holding up, hmm?
Junior: This collar itches like crazy.
Marian: Oh, please don't do that, or I'll be scratching my rash again. Has the limo arrived with Liza and Adam?
Dixie: Well --
Jamie: No. No, but I found a caterpillar.
Marian: Oh! Oh, that's really nice, darling. Why don't you just take it outside and bring it back when it's a butterfly, huh?
Dixie: Sweetie, why don't you take Mr. Fuzzy outside and put him someplace where he's not going to get smushed.
Marian: Dixie, they should be here by now. Something is horribly wrong.
Dixie: Marian, I think you have prewedding jitters.
Marian: Well, why shouldn't I have jitters? It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.
Dixie: Well, Stuart saw you before your wedding, and you had the best wedding ever.
Marian: Yes, that's true. But I was marrying the good brother.
Dixie: All right, all right. I will go to Adam's house, and I will see what's holding things up, ok?
Marian: Ok. Call me when you arrive.
Dixie: I'm sure that it's nothing major. I'm sure Liza just, you know, snagged the hem of her dress and tad and Jake and Adam are just there sewing it up with a needle and thread.
Marian: Dixie, think about what you just said. Now, what is wrong with that picture?
Dixie: You're right. I'll go light a fire under the wedding party.
Marian: Thank you, thank you, thank you. Call me when you get there. Oh, ow! Ooh, ow.

David: My original wedding gift to you was a stratagem, a mind game. My real present to you is me walking out of here.
Adam: Fine. Let's go to the chapel.
Liza: No. No. What's going on? You said you had something to tell me. You said that this started last summer, David.
David: Actually, it started before that -- February of 1998, to be precise. You and Jake set me up in that sting operation. Got me thrown out of Pine Valley hospital. When I returned that summer, your fiancée tried to have me run out of town.
Liza: So this was payback.
David: Nobody humiliates me and gets away with it.
Jake: Oh, please. Why don't you get your story straight? We went after you in the first place because you mismedicated Adam intentionally. You almost killed him. Then you framed me for it.
David: As I said on many occasions, Adam was never in any real danger.
Jake: You nearly ruined my career.
David: You survived. And Adam and Liza are about to live happily ever after. What more do you want?
Jake: How about some straight answers?
David: Don't push me, Jake.
Jake: "Don't push me, Jake." Then you move in on Liza.
David: It was part of the game. My design -- get Liza to trust me, make Adam sweat. The power of suggestion -- a well-placed word, an unfinished thought. Actually, all of you did all the work. Your imagination's working overtime. I just sat back, derived pleasure watching.
Jake: You are sick.
David: Well, let's just say that I needed to find some way to pass the hours while I was not saving lives. What better way than tormenting my tormentors?
Jake: And you delivered that letter to Liza. Did you ever read that?
Liza: No, I never saw what was inside the letter you sent me.
David: Let it go, Liza. The game's over. You won. Let it go -- now.

Opal: I wouldn't be so quick to count my chickens or my votes, Palmer.
Palmer: This pathetic attempt at a coup is doomed to failure.
Belinda: Palmer, Cortlandt Electronics can use an infusion of young blood, young ideas.
Palmer: No match for my experience. And I doubt if this election you called for sub rosa is even legal.
Trevor: We have combed the company's charter and bylaws.
Adrian: A special election for a C.E.O. Can be called if the majority of the board so rules.
Palmer: I should have been notified.
Opal: Hmm, it's funny. I swear I sent you an e-mail.
Belinda: Perhaps it got lost in your outdated computer system.
Palmer: I am the founder and the moving force behind this company. Cutting me out of the loop is the same as a breach of ethics.
Opal: Ethics? You're a fine one to talk about ethics.
Adrian: Next time we stage a hostile takeover, we'll be sure to send you an engraved invitation.
Opal: Yeah -- on the back of some stolen art treasure.
Palmer: You know, this maneuver is a shameful waste of the company's resources. You have to notify the stockholders. You have to send out ballots. You have to pick an election date.
Adrian: And you have to present a prospectus to convince our stockholders from getting rid of you.
Palmer: And so do you. We'll see how a background in espionage stacks up with the modern business world.
Adrian: Yes. The key word is "modern." And your current infrastructure may support a dinosaur, but it won't fly with current technologies.
Palmer: Ah. And I suppose that you've come up with a mission statement that will bring us out of the stone age?
Adrian: I'll show you mine. Now you show me yours.

Hayley: You have choices, Ryan. You could join ACOA.
Ryan: Adult children of alcoholics.
Hayley: You know it.
Ryan: Yeah, I have a pamphlet.
Hayley: Well, get with the program. Or you could -- you could go the private route. You know, find yourself a therapist who deals with addiction and other topics. Or you could join group.
Ryan: Hmm, I don't think group's the way for me to go.
Hayley: Well, ok. Whatever. But you've got to do something. Or you could do something a little less grueling and time-consuming. You could go back to Gillian and wallow at her feet.

Scott: You know the expression "laughing on the outside, crying on the inside"?
Gillian: Are you saying that that's what Ryan's doing -- crying for me on the inside?
Scott: I think if you're asking me if I think Ryan still has feelings for you, it's a safe bet.
Gillian: Then why doesn't he show it? I had an ex-lover in Hungary, and he tried to hang himself with my silk stockings.
Scott: You don't want Ryan to twist from your pantyhose, do you?
Gillian: No, of course not. I just wish that he would turn himself inside out so that I could see his feelings on the outside.
Scott: Look, American men are raised from American boys. And basic training teaches them to tough out the bad times, to hide how they feel.
Gillian: Yeah, but it's not good to keep your feelings bottled up. Maybe you could talk to him. Ok. Well, I wonder what's keeping the bride and groom.

Minister: Mrs. Chandler?
Marian: Where? .Oh, I'm so sorry. You mean me, not Liza. Minister: If the bride and groom don't show up soon, I ha that funeral.
Marian: Oh, please, Reverend. You can't even think about leaving. I mean, why can't you delay the funeral? The dear departed will never know the difference.

David: That letter I had delivered to Liza was my final gambit, written with a vengeance. Its aim, redundantly, was to damn Adam and hurt Liza.
Liza: How?
David: Adam threatened to rid the world of me on more than one occasion.
Tad: Well, sometimes Adam gets it right.
David: I had a number of vacation days arued, so I went up to Willow Lake -- not to go fishing, obviously, but to sit on the side of the lake and stare into the mist, ponder my existence. Nobody knew that I was there. It wasn't till a few days later that I finally remembered by some ironic twist of fate that I had left those instructions with my attorney --

[door opens and closes]

David: "In the event of my disappearance, ask Adam Chandler for the grisly details." I understand the police paid you a house call.
Adam: Fortunately, Erica came by and told the police you were alive.
Erica: Yes, I did.
David: Adam was convinced that I had something on him -- something incriminating, something that I asked my lawyer to keep locked away for me. So imagine my surprise when I found out that her office was broken into, but the only thing stolen was my file.
Jake: So you did have something on Adam. This wasn't a bluff.
David: Jake, you're not paying attention. It was a red herring -- a false lead, my brainchild and a figment of your imagination.
Jake: Then why go to all the trouble?
David: I wanted to give you a cheap thrill -- one moment that you felt that you can have Liza come to her senses and see Adam for the monster that he really is.
Liza: You know, I really appreciated and respected you bringing my daughter into this world. You saved my life, and you saved hers. But I can't help but feel the only reason you did what you did was so you could destroy us.
David: Anything's possible. Speaking of Colby's delivery, you'll be getting my bill.
Tad: Sorry, doc. But you're not off the hook yet.
David: What's your problem, Martin?
Tad: Just the part you're leaving out.
David: You don't believe me. Tad: Not for a second.

[Colby fusses]

Tad: I think there's a whole lot more to your story.
David: I don't give a damn what you think.
Erica: Tad, why can't you just accept what Dr. Hayward says at face value?
Tad: Guess it must be the face.
Erica: His twisted tale makes sense to me. Dr. Hayward is a career liar. It's a hobby with him. Other people make up crossword puzzles. He figures out ways to torment people. But the game is over, right?
David: I'm all played out. I really do wish that I had some secret weapon to get all of them. But I wish you nothing but peace.
Adam: Well, we have a wedding to go to.
Liza: I'll -- I'll be with you in just a minute.
Adam: I'll be waiting for you at the altar.
Jake: I'll be following with Colby. Hey.
Dixie: Um -- ahem. Dr. Hayward, I don't think I want you to be my doctor anymore.
David: This has nothing to do with you.
Dixie: Well, I don't like the way you treat people. I thought you were better than this.

Scott: Sorry, Marian. No sign of the wedding party.
Marian: Party? This is a fiasco. The ceremony should have been over ages ago. The minister can't wait because he's got a date with a corpse. We should be well into the reception by now with bouquets and garters flying around. And -- oh, good Lord, the shrimp puffs.
Scott: Is that the band?
Marian: The caterer made shrimp puffs. Do you know how temperamental puff pastry can be? It's so warm out today. What if they go bad?
Scott: "When shrimp puffs go bad." News at 11:00.
Gillian: You know what? I really wouldn't worry.
Marian: That's easy for you to say, Gillian. You don't have 200 shrimp puffs in your oven.
Gillian: I had a cousin, a VIscount, and he ate some bad clams on his 50th wedding anniversary.
Marian: Well, good Lord, what happened to him?
Gillian: Oh, he -- he got food poisoning, and he started having seizures. And the next thing, he just -- he just fainted in a dead faint right on top of his wife.
Marian: Well, did he survive?
Gillian: Yeah. But his wife divorced him.

Ryan: No matter what I feel for Gillian, there's no way I'm going back to her.
Hayley: Because why?
Ryan: Because I don't want to hurt her.
Hayley: Ugh! Been there, done that.
Ryan: No, I -- I know. I mean, I don't want to hurt her more than I already have.
Hayley: You know what I hate? I hate in movies and TV, like, when the guy is breaking up with the girl and she's begging and crying and saying she'll do whatever it takes to make it work, and he takes her hand and he says, "it's not you, babe. It's me. I'm no good for you." What a crock.
Ryan: What if it's true?
Hayley: Oh, you mean like with you and Gillian, how you're doing the noble thing and yanking yourself out of the picture because you're not good for her? How do you know?
Ryan: What?
Hayley: How do you know what's good for Gillian when you don't even know what's good for you? Figure that out before you cut your love life off at the knees.
Ryan: Hayley, I don't know how to love anybody.
Hayley: Well, neither did I The l word scared me to death, quite frankly, but I had to take a risk or I was going to lose the best thing that ever happened to me.
Ryan: I'm not you.
Hayley: Well, nobody's anybody. We're all scared little kids who want to be loved, Ryan. But -- somebody has to put their hand out first. You can come up with a fistful of love or empty-handed, but you're not going to know unless you take the chance. And sometimes, a funny thing happens.
Ryan: What?
Hayley: Love starts to feel as good and as natural as breathing. I mean it. And you're no longer waiting for someone else to make the first move. You welcome someone into your life. You make them feel so good and safe that they never want to leave, and that is called marriage
Ryan: I don't know what to do.
Hayley: Well, why don't you ask Gillian. Maybe it's not over between you two. Maybe you'll go to counseling together and make it work. Now, the divorce isn't even final yet. And even if it were, who says you can't start over? But if it is truly over between you two, then you still need to get help. You need to take inventory, Ryan. And when you're all through, please, don't forget to put the welcome mat out.
Ryan: You really -- you really think I can do this?
Hayley: Hey. I know you can.

Palmer: My prospectus will be ready, and it will reflect my vast experience.
Adrian: And while you're looking backwards, our competitors will be readying themselves in the new millennium market.
Trevor: He's right, Palmer.
Adrian: Palmer, our stock has taken a slow but a very steady downward plunge.
Palmer: The economy will rally.
Adrian: Palmer, the economy is booming.
Opal: Yeah, it's your leadership that's a bust.
Palmer: Nonsense. I enjoy the confidence of my stockholders. They're not going to fire me just because you want to make trouble.
Adrian: Face it, Palmer. Your time has come and gone.
Palmer: You will never defeat me.
Opal: Don't be so cocksure, Palmer. We have got a king-sized block of voting shares behind us.
Palmer: Well, I'll see your block and raise you. You may have Erica's proxy at this meeting, but come the election, the second-largest shareholder will be here and she'll cast her own vote.
Trevor: Erica just doesn't sit on the board for her health.
Belinda: She expects a healthy return from her investment.
Palmer: Well, I helped Erica when times were tough. Knowing the meaning of loyalty, I'm sure she will return the favor.
Trevor: Don't be holding your breath there, P.C.
Palmer: Surely you don't think Erica will throw her strength to Opal. My sources tell me she cut you dead at the S.O.S. Opening. And speaking of S.O.S., You better send yours out soon. You made a bad mistake crossing me.

Raquel: Oh, gosh.
Mateo: How's that?
Raquel: That's great.
Mateo: Ok.
Raquel: Soon, I'll be strong enough to make it out here on my own.
Mateo: You're going to be the bleachers. Ok?
Raquel: I don't think so. I want in the game.
Mateo: Well, you're not playing shortstop.
Max: Mommy can be the empire.
Raquel: There you go.
Mateo: How about the "umpire"? Yeah? You know how to call strikes?
Raquel: Hmm. Yeah, sure. The strike zone, I believe, is between the knees and the shoulders.
Mateo: Beautiful. Who's pitching?
Max: Me.
Raquel: All right. So what are we going to use as the home base?
Mateo: Your neck brace. No? I can't? Ok.
Raquel: No. Mateo: What are we going to use, Max? How about this? Frisbee. Ok. Home plate. I need the bat. We'll move this over here. All right, Max. Let me see that windup. Come on, now.
Raquel: All right!
Mateo: Very nice. Very nice. All right, buddy, what are you going to throw? Huh? What are you going to throw -- a fastball, knuckleball, curveball? What are you going to throw?
Max: I'm not telling.
Mateo: Ooh. The old surprise ball. Ok. Let her rip.
Raquel: Strike one.
Mateo: Ok. Ok. Strike one. The umpire called strike. I don't argue the calls. All right, here we go. Come on.
Raquel: Ooh. Strike two.
Mateo: Strike two.
Raquel: Good job. Good job, sweetheart.
Mateo: There you go. All right. This is it. No more freebies. Throw it in here, now. Come on. Let her rip.
Raquel: Strike three! You're out! Whoo! Good job, Max.
Mateo: No, no, no. I think this umpire's a member of the Mommy League.
Raquel: Hey, I think that every pitch was a good pitch.
Mateo: Right. Your son only throws strikes.
Raquel: Well, he's got natural ability, like you.
Mateo: Ok. All right, buddy. One more chance, all right? Give the old man one more chance here. I'm going to connect on this.
Raquel: You need a bigger bat?
Mateo: What we need is a catcher. Next time, we'll -- we'll get Hayley to play. Yeah?
Raquel: That's a great idea.
Mateo: Ok.
Raquel: Ok, sweetheart, here we go. Send this one right over the plate.

[Max throws the ball through the window]

Mateo: Did you do that on purpose? Did you throw this ball through that window on purpose?
Raquel: Max, answer your father.
Mateo: That's all right. Go to your room. I tell you what -- don't go to your room just yet. Get a broom and a dustpan, and you're going to help clean up. Now.
Raquel: Think it was an accident?
Mateo: Do you?
Raquel: No. No. Max threw the ball on purpose. He wanted to break that window.
Mateo: Did you see the look on his face when I mentioned Hayley's name?
Raquel: Yes.
Mateo: All right, look, look. I know Dr. Erle said that we have to tread lightly, but that's it. I'm done with that, all right? He needs to know that was wrong. All right? We need to punish him.
Raquel: I agree. He can't continue like this. It's not good for him, it's not good for us.

Palmer: Yes, I can make that meeting. Yes, if you'd just postpone it for a day.
Trevor: Palmer's right. We're going to need Erica's support.
Opal: Doubt she'd even open the door to me.
Belinda: How about this -- we let Adrian take his case to Erica personally.
Trevor: You up for that?
Adrian: Sure. Why not? I'll give Mike Roy a call. I'm sure he can advise me on how to approach the lady.
Belinda: Well, I suggest you approach very cautiously and then back away just the same.
Trevor: Yeah, and pray. I got a case. I'll see you in court.
Belinda: All right. See you.
Palmer: I would like a word in private with Opal.
Adrian: No way.
Opal: It's ok.
I can handle the old buzzard.

Adrian: So, are you worried about me and Erica?
Belinda: Well, as a matter of fact, you do look mighty sexy in this suit.
Adrian: Oh, yeah?
Belinda: Yeah. And I know how much you hate suits, not to mention boardrooms, briefcases, and anything that might smack of the 9-to-5 workaday world.
Adrian: Whoa, whoa. Now, I didn't sign on as a lifer. I'm in, I do my job, and I'm out. Mission is accomplished.
Belinda: I think Opal would understand if your involvement ended here. You gave palmer a bracer, and I think that might be enough to keep him in line.
Adrian: No, Belinda, you don't understand. Palmer's the type of guy to use his power to intimidate people, so you have to take away his power base any way you can.
Belinda: Like when you've been assigned to eliminate someone?
Adrian: That's right. You make sure there are no weapons that can be used against you. You take no prisoners -- period.
Palmer: I just have one question. Why are you doing this?
Opal: Somebody's got to teach you a lesson, Palmer. That's why. You tried to pull a fast one with our son. Now, you got caught, but there's no reason why you wouldn't try it again.
Palmer: Opal, will you listen to reason?
Opal: Oh, you are the voice of reason? I know you think you are head and shoulders above everybody else, you rule the roost. And there was a time when I thought that, too, Palmer. Well, it turned out that you and me -- we didn't have a chicken franchise, did we? I used to like to look up to you. But it never occurred to me that in all that time, you were looking down at me, you arrogant son of a --
Palmer: I gave you everything you wanted, more than an equitable divorce settlement. If I'm arrogant, you are voracious.
Opal: What?
Palmer: It means greedy, rapacious. You're not content to steal my home and my son, you want everything that I value. I built this company from the ground up.
Opal: Yes, and if you will recall, when that company took a nosedive south, I was there that helped you rebuild it with my chicken recipe.
Palmer: Cortlandt Electronics was my dream! Would you begrudge a man his empire in the twilight of his years? I mean, stop all this nonsense before it's too late.
Opal: It's already too late, Palmer. The sun has set on your empire. And you know something? It's all your doing. It was your lies that set the whole thing in motion. You locked me in that secret room. You threw away our love. You chose a couple of oil paintings over a woman that thought that you were the greatest thing that ever walked the face of the earth. You chose hurt and pain and loneliness. And I could even feel sorry for you, but I know that if show the slightest sign of weakness, you would move in like a jackal and pick your teeth with my bones. And so, in the interest of self-preservation, I am forced to say go to hell. Come on. Let's get out of here.

Marian: Oh, no. Look. Liza's flowers are on their last stems.
Scott: Well, give them to me. I'll see if there's a fridg
e on the premises. Gillian: Scott, it's no time for a snack now.
Scott: I meant for the flowers.
Gillian: Ok. Well, then see if there's a place for me in the fridge as well.

Liza: Hi.
Hello, Mother.
Marian: Oh, Liza. Oh, thank heaven. You're here.
Liza: Well, where else would I be on my wedding day?
Marian: Well, what was the delay, darling?
Liza: A long story, best kept for another day.
Adam: It doesn't bear repeating, either.
Liza: Hmm. I am so looking forward to getting married to you today.
Adam: I'll be waiting for you at the altar.
Marian: I'll go grab the minister.

Liza: Hi, sweetie.

Tad: Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Jake: Hey.
Gillian: Hey. I wasn't even sure if you were coming anymore.
Jake: Oh, I'm sorry I'm late. You look gorgeous.
Gillian: Oh, thank you.
Jake: I love this.
Gillian: So do you.
Jake: Let's head in.
Gillian: Yeah. Let's.

Hayley: So, are we ready to take our seats?
Ryan: Absolutely.
Hayley: Listen -- can I just ask you to think about one thing? If this were Gillian's wedding, how would you be feeling?
Ryan: Who's the groom?
Hayley: You tell me.

Marian: Liza, here's your bouquet.
Liza: Oh, thanks. Will you help me? I have my precious little bundle.
Marian: All right. Do you want to hold it?
Liza: Yes. Yes. This hand.
Marian: You got it.
Liza: Thank you.
Marian: Oh, darling. My little girl is ready to get married.
Liza: And I am very ready. Shall we?
Marian: Can I just have one more moment with my granddaughter and my beautiful daughter? I just want to say, Liza, that this is -- your life is going to change forever today.
Liza: Nothing has ever felt so right, mother.
Marian: I feel it, too. Oh, dear, I think I'm going to cry.
Liza: Oh, no, no, don't cry because then I'll start crying and then she'll start crying, and then where will we be?
Marian: Three generations of Colby women drowning in tears.
Liza: Yeah, happy tears. Please smile, mother. It's my wedding day.

Erica: Before I leave, are there any other bombs or letters set to detonate? Are you going to race to the chapel so you can be there when the minister asks if anyone knows why Adam and Liza should not be joined together? Are you going to be the one to race forward and damn them both to hell?
David: No. I've done all that I plan to do.
Erica: Oh. Then I guess Adam does have something on you. He shut you up.
David: It wasn't Adam.
Erica: Well, then what was it?