Raquel: Mateo? Max? What -- Edmund. Edmund will help me.
Raquel: Ah! Oh!
Ryan: Hey, hey, hey. Raquel, Raquel, Raquel. It's ok. It's ok.
Raquel: Just leave me alone. Ah. Oh.

Max: Daddy.
Mateo: Hey, bud.
Max: Are you -- are you mad because I ran away?
Mateo: You eat lunch? No? Me neither. You know what would go down good right about now? A hot dog. You think you're up for it?
Max: I guess.
Mateo: All right. Come on. Climb on. We'll call your mom, tell her that you're ok so she doesn't worry. And then it's me and you and a couple of foot-longs. Come on.

Doctor: Any body parts giving you trouble, I'm your man.
Gillian: Any body parts giving you trouble, take a cold shower.
Doctor: I'm Steve Clark, M.D., First-year resident. You are?
Gillian: Trying to read.
Steve: Mm-hmm. The hip bone's connected to the thigh bone. Thigh bone's connected to the shin bone. I'll run it all down for you tonight over dinner, if you're free.
Gillian: If this is any sample of your bedside manner, I feel sorry for your patients.
Steve: You don't like me?
Gillian: You have no finesse. You have no idea how to approach a woman.
Steve: Well, maybe you could teach me.
Gillian: Maybe I could introduce you to somebody who speaks from his heart, who has the voice of an archangel, the body of a Greek God. You couldn't stand to fit in his shoes. You're not even fit enough to wipe his boots.
Steve: Ok, you're not interested. I get the message.
Gillian: You know what this is?
Steve: A wedding ring.
Gillian: Do you know what it means?
Steve: No trespassing?
Gillian: It's -- it's a circle, a circle with no beginning and no ending. It's a symbol of everlasting love. And you know what? If my husband were here right now, he would -- he would challenge you to a duel.
Steve: You know what? Forget you ever saw me. You and your husband, have a nice life.
Trevor: Ha-ha-ha-ha. You slung his hash.
Gillian: Some doctors are so full of themselves.
Trevor: I imagine saving people's lives would go to your head.
Gillian: My life doesn't need any saving.
Trevor: Good. The reason I stopped by today is your divorce papers are ready. All you got to do is sign them and you're free.

Vanessa: Sidney, of course I realize it was an accident. I mean, who boards a roller coaster expecting to get hit smack-dab in the face with an airborne sea gull? But you know, our models do have to be camera-ready, dear. Yes. Well, the launch of the "return to glamour" campaign is upon us. Fine. Well, you let the darling call you, you know, the minute the swelling goes down. Yeah. Thank you for calling. Ciao. Janet, just exactly how long do you plan on camping out in Erica's office?
Janet: Who wants to know?
Vanessa: I'm trying to do my best to help Erica. I find your presence here rather disturbing.
Janet: Somebody's got to watch you.
Myrtle: And a very good afternoon to you, too. Who set fire to her broomstick?
Janet: Oh, didn't you know? Vanessa Bennett's now running Enchantment.
Myrtle: Erica's never been one to hand over the reins.
Janet: She didn't. Vanessa slithered in and took over. That's why I called you.
Myrtle: Do you think she's up to something with Erica?
Janet: I don't know what her ultimate goal is, but I certainly don't trust her.
Myrtle: Well, honey, Erica's very vulnerable at the moment.
Janet: I'm sure that's what her new best friend is counting on. Vanessa's trying to make herself indispensable. Well, you know what I say -- keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Myrtle: Are you suggesting that she's plotting some kind of takeover?
Janet: Well, Vanessa doesn't have much business savvy, not that I've seen. But she has this very disturbing habit of tipping that, you know, that trashmonger Jerry Reeves off to Erica's every move. She's already done it twice. So it seems like when Erica lands in some fresh hell, that Vanessa's standing nearby with a pitchfork in hand.
Myrtle: We've got to warn Erica.
Janet: Well, I've tried, but she won't listen. You know, she still thinks we're the enemy because I -- we didn't tell her about her face.
Myrtle: Look, we've got to get some proof. We've got to get some proof of what she is up to, and then Erica will have to listen.
Janet: Getting proof may not be all that easy. Vanessa's pretty good at covering up her tracks.
Myrtle: Honey, you and I have done quite a few scams in our day. Now, if we can't put our heads together and figure out a way to blow madam b clean out of the water, then we better give up our union cards.

David: You want to discuss your face? Well, I was under the impression that Fascinella answered all your questions.
Erica: About the treatment, yes. Oh, yes. He was very thorough. But there are still some blanks that I'm just trying desperately to fill in about the accident that caused my injuries, that changed my life.
David: Erica, why torture yourself?
Erica: No, the torture is in the not knowing. And yes, it is very unpleasant to face reality, but it has to be done, doesn't it? And there's no point to hide anything, is there?
David: What do you want from me?
Erica: I want you to take me back to that night. And I want you to tell me everything about the accident -- everything.

Raquel: But that's why he ran away. He doesn't understand. Well, if you think it's for the best. No, the nurse isn't here yet, but Ryan is. Something about the club. All right, I will. Mateo, thank you so much for going after him. Yeah. Ok, bye.
Ryan: Sounds like you had some day.
Raquel: Mateo's handling it.
Ryan: Little guy pull a vanishing act?
Raquel: No. He just didn't have permission to go the park.
Ryan: Oh, I see. Well, that's kids for you, right? Reminds me a little bit of me. Once when I was 5, I followed this pigeon all the way down the street to try to get it to eat from my hands. Ended up on the railway tracks. My brother was there to -- to, well -- it ended up fine.
Raquel: I don't know when Mateo's coming home, so --
Ryan: Oh, ok. I just came by to get his signature for this check. Hayley asked me to. Should I leave it with you? Should I leave it at their place?
Raquel: No. I'll make sure Teo gets it.
Ryan: Ok. All right. Well, either way, I'll stick around until the nurse comes back.
Raquel: Thank you for your help, but I'll be fine on my own.
Ryan: No, no. Hey, you don't want to take a chance of reinjuring your back. I'll stick around.
Raquel: Please. I don't want any company.
Ryan: I think what you mean to say is you don't want my company. What's the deal, Raquel? I mean, we barely know each other. Why are you so down on me?
Raquel: I don't want to get into it.
Ryan: If you're treating me like something you stepped in, I think I have a right to know.
Raquel: Look, I happen to be a very good friend of Gillian's.
Ryan: So am I
. Raquel: You have a strange way of showing it.

Gillian: This happened so fast.
Trevor: Fast? What's so fast?
Gillian: The divorce. I only asked you to start with it a few days ago.
Trevor: Quick and easy, ready on the go. You ready to get executed? That's lawyer talk.
Gillian: Just -- I thought, you know, there'd be some waiting period.
Trevor: Waiting for -- what waiting period?
Gillian: Nothing, I guess. It's just everything happens so fast in this country.
Trevor: Yeah. You fall in love, you fall out of love. It's the American way -- no-frills marriage, no-fault divorce.
Gillian: No fault, no one to blame.
Trevor: Easy come, easy go. Guy and a gal don't get along anymore, they just sign on the dotted line and their marriage is over.
Gillian: Just like that?
Trevor: Yeah, just like that. The most amazing this is, it's a form. All you do is tell the paralegal, fill it out. "Jane Doe, Joe Schmo, on this date hereby no longer are married." Just like that. Nobody cares how or why. The most important thing -- you've got to spell the name right.
Gillian: Does it say anywhere in the form about a love that had gone lost? About a marriage -- does it matter how long it was, if it was long enough? To know that it was -- it was the real thing and it was wonderful? I mean, is there a -- is there a box that you can check off to s that if I had to do it all over again, I would?
Trevor: Judge doesn't care about the high points or the low points. His or her honor only care if it's uncontested. And in your case, with no kids, no money, one, two, three -- kaboom. It's over. Divorce is the end of a thousand dreams. And you had me handle yours. You hear what I'm saying? You asked for it. You got it.
Gillian: Do you think you can ask Ryan to sign it first?
Trevor: He already did.

David: When memories are suppressed, it's because they're too painful or traumatic for the subject to deal with them.
Erica: The subject? Or in my case, the victim.
David: I have never thought of you as a victim.
Erica: Oh, ok. Then the casualty -- the casualty of unfortunate circumstances. I do wish I could remember what they are. I really do because maybe if I could, I could make peace with this whole thing and I could move on.
David: Or the reality could overwhelm you and undo all the progress that you've made.
Erica: Are you implying that I'm not strong enough to deal with the truth?
David: Please, have a seat for a second, ok? Even you have limitations, Erica. Do you remember what happened when my mother hit you with the truth about the damage to your face? Your psyche couldn't handle it. You split from reality. Now, in psychiatry, that's called disassociation. You distanced yourself from the pain and created a false reality.
Erica: Oh, I assure you, Dr. Hayward, I have no desire to live in false reality. As a matter of fact, in my mind, the worst thing is being forced to live a lie.
David: Your memory will come back to you when you're able to process events --
Erica: Why?
David: And integrate them into your present situation.
Erica: And why should I have to wait? You were there. You were an eyewitness.
David: Well, you --
Erica: You were driving the car.
David: You want to know what I remember?
Erica: Yes!
David: Blood, glass, fear. That's right. I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to save you, that you might die before I was able to get you to the hospital.
Erica: Oh, yes, that's right. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here. So I guess I have to thank you for this, this -- my life.
David: You can't live your life looking backwards. Your future is no longer in my hands, Erica. Now, Fascinella has given you reason to hope for a complete recovery. My suggestion is that you focus on that.
Erica: Oh. Look on the bright side. And for that pearl of wisdom, I suppose you're going to charge me for a house call?
David: No, actually, I came by to follow Fascinella's orders. We still need to bathe your face in solution and apply a new dressing.
Erica: Right now?
David: Well, if it's not a convenient time, I could come back another time.
Erica: No, no. No, it's perfect.
David: Great. So where would you like to do this?
Erica: How about my dressing room?
David: Ok.

Janet: This is going to be good.
Myrtle: Oh, I haven't done a real scam for ages. I hope I'm not rusty.
Janet: Well, it's like riding a bike -- you never forget how.
Myrtle: Well, shall we toss a coin, see who's going to be Vanessa's assistant?
Janet: You want the part? Go for it.
Myrtle: Well, no. You've had more experience.
Janet: Yes, I must say, impersonations have always been a part of my repertoire.
Myrtle: Then let's get the show on the road. Come on.
Janet: Ok. Just let me get into the role for a moment. Though I suppose the most important thing is my motivation.
Myrtle: Yes, well, we're trying to save Erica from that viper. Ok?
Janet: Here goes.
Janet: Hello? Yes, please. Is Jerry Reeves there? This is Vanessa Bennett's secretary, and it's very urgent that she speak to him. Thank you. They're paging him. She said he was expecting the call.
Myrtle: Yeah, I bet he was.
Vanessa: Ladies. Am I interrupting something?

Mateo: How's your dog?
Max: Ok.
Mateo: Yeah? Enough relish? You know, the first time I had a hot dog, I was with my dad. County fair. A bunch of rides, food booths everywhere, horseraces, and for a quarter, you could see a two-headed cow. I'm serious. My dad sprang for a couple of red hots. That means hot dogs with the works. Anyway, we went over to these bleachers they set up for the races. And we climbed up to the very top. And the sky was blue and I remember all the fields around were -- were plowed in these zigzag shapes. And all the citrus trees were full and the air smelled like -- like lemonade. And I remember sitting next to my dad thinking that nothing in the world could ever taste as good as this hot dog -- not until now.
Max: Aren't you going to say something about me running away?
Mateo: Well, whenever you're ready to talk about it, I'll listen.
Max: Daddy?
Mateo: Mm-hmm?
Max: I'm ready to talk now.
Mateo: Ok. So why'd you run away?
Max: Because I was sad and mad.
Mateo: Yeah? That's the way I feel, too.
Max: You do?
Mateo: Yeah. I'm sad because you' sad. And I'm mad because I can't do anything to make you feel better.
Max: But you're my dad. You could do anything.
Mateo: Well, I can do a lot of things. I can ride a bike with no hands. I can help you with your homework. I can tell you that I love you. But you see, there's this -- there's this dream that belongs to you that I can't make come true.
Max: I dream when I'm asleep.
Mateo: Yeah? Well, you can dream when you're awake, too -- you know, like when you're brushing your teeth in the morning or you're tying your shoes. You're dreaming that your mommy and I are going to get back together and it's just going to be three of us, right?
Max: It's mommy's dream, too.
Mateo: I had a special dream when I was a little kid. I had a dream I was going to play shortstop for the St. Louis cardinals. I know I grew up in Texas, but I liked the St. Louis cardinals. And I had this -- this magic glove that would catch anything -- line drives, short hops, pop flies. I could turn double plays. And I was going to take my team to the world series and win. Then after that, I was going to go to the hall of fame in Cooperstown.
Max: What happened?
Mateo: Nothing. Not a doggone thing. You see, in my dreams, I was a superstar. I was a legend. But the fact was, I wasn't going to make it to the majors. You know? And I had to face that fact. You know what else? It wasn't the end of the world. It doesn't mean you have to stop dreaming. In fact, it's good to have dreams. Keep your eye on the prize, something to aim for. But you got to realize that sometimes our dreams don't come true and our lives don't turn out the way we want them to. It's a fact. You can't run away from that, max. All right? Sometimes it's just the way it has to be.

[Erica remembers crash]

Erica: What on earth is David doing with the DNA Test results of Adam Chandler and baby girl Colby?
Erica: You want to tell Liza what Adam did in front of all those people. You want to drop the bomb at the wedding.

[Car accelerates]

Erica's voice: This is a dangerous road, David, and you are a dangerous man. Now, I am not going to spend one more minute in this car with you. Just stop!
David: I am not stopping this car in the middle of this snowstorm.
Erica: Well, then you get ready to hear me scream!
David: Look, if you don't shut your damn mouth, I'm going to shut it for you!
Erica: David, watch out!
David: Son of a --

Erica: What do you feel when you look at my face?
David: I feel that it's best if I withhold comment.
Erica: Why?
David: Because Dr. Fascinella's opinion is the one that counts. He's the expert.
Erica: Is that his real opinion, or is that what you told him to say?
David: What would give you that idea?
Erica: Your mother.
David: Why am I not surprised?
Erica: Vanessa tells me very, very strongly that you got Fascinella to lie to me.
David: Why would I do that?
Erica: To give me hope. To get me to stop blaming you for the accident. Did you do that? Did you lie to Fascinella to get yourself off the hook?
David: Of course not.
Erica, it's been very suspicious since I came here. I feel like we've been dancing around each other. I feel as if I've disappointed you somehow.
David: Why don't you tell me what you really want from me.
David: Why don't you take this and hold it on to your bandage? Go ahead.
Erica: What do I really want from you? It's an interesting question. I have no reason to trust you. And your mother urges me not to trust Fascinella.
David: My mother would say anything to discredit me.
Erica: Well, all I know is your life continues as usual. You continue to derive satisfaction from your work. You answer my questions with a cool logic that is totally inaccessible to me because I'm the woman behind the face and I can't separate myself from the accident. One minute I was riding back to Pine Valley with you and my life was on track and my future was bright. And then all of a sudden, there was a whiteout and a blizzard and then a blackout. And my life as I knew it was over. Oh, I know I'm supposed to be happy I'm alive, and I'm supposed to pick myself up by my slingbacks and count my blessings. I have my health, my daughter Bianca is doing really well. And I'm sorry, by the time I get to the third or fourth finger, my mind just drifts back to the roadside and everything I left there.
David: I'm going to remove the poultice now.
David: Here, it's ok.
Erica: When I look in the mirror, I don't recognize myself. I see a stranger looking back at me with half a face. I've lost millions of dollars in commercial endorsements, money I'll never recoup. And enchantment's stock has just suffered such reversals because -- because the shareholders really lost faith, you know, when I was at the helm. And whoever said that there's no such thing as bad publicity hasn't lived through Jerry Reeves. And that's nothing compared to the personal losses I have, friendships that didn't stand the test of friendship, admiring glances that have now turned to just pitying stares. For the first time since my mother died, I'm really glad she's not alive so she can't see what's become of me. It's really scary not having anyone to turn to, not having anyone to trust.
David: I'm here. You can trust in me.

Vanessa: You two still here? Whatever for?
Jerry: Jerry Reeves. Is this Ms. Bennett's assistant?
Janet: Yes, it -- please, if you don't mind, would you hold on for a moment? This is a private conversation. I'd like a little privacy, please.
Vanessa: Indeed I do mind. You should make all personal calls from your own little cubicle.
Myrtle: Honey, I'll tell you what -- you come with me because you're not really wanted here.
Vanessa: Well, I really --
Myrtle: Look, we'll go to the commissary. I will buy you a cup of te and I will tell you all about my wonderful ideas that I've got for the fall show. For the fall show. And I am going to call it -- I am going to call it, carnival of colors!
Vanessa: Well, that's wonderful.
Myrtle: And you're going to love it. You're going to love it.
Vanessa: Really?
Janet: Jerry? I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. It seems that you and Vanessa Bennett certainly seem eye to eye, and she wanted me to be sure to tell you that she wants you to be the one to take Erica Kane's story public, because you would do it with such sensitivity and compassion, as is your hallmark.
Jerry: Well, Vanessa's got the inside track. Don't think I'm not grateful. Her tip led me and my crew to the club last night. Erica Kane in that mask, doing her "Phantom of the Opera" thing. Man, I get chills just thinking about it.
Janet: Me, too. Well, Vanessa want me to ask you if you'd be interested in another opportunity to interview Erica Kane exclusively.
Jerry: What, are you kidding? Just name the time and place.
Janet: Well, actually, Miss Bennett and Ms. Kane are meeting together to discuss her availability as we speak. So why don't you give me your pager number and we'll contact you as soon as Erica finds out when she'll be available.
Jerry: Vanessa's got all my numbers. That's how she got a hold of me last night. Look, if Erica Kane is there, so am I.
Janet: I'll convey that to my boss. I'm sure she'll want to deal with you personally.
Vanessa: That's it. I am calling security and I'm having this charming madwoman thrown out of this building.
Janet: You're the only one that's going bye-bye, baby.
Vanessa: What the devil are you talking about now?
Janet: Vanessa Bennett, you're busted.

Trevor: I know how you feel.
Gillian: You do?
Trevor: Pain. And pain is pain no matter how you slice it. It doesn't matter who got the dog, who got the house, who got the last laugh. You're going to feel low, really low. But I guarantee you this -- you will smile again. You might not believe me, but you will.
Gillian: You're just saying that to make me feel better.
Trevor: Oh, there's no better reason. You'll go down, you'll hit bottom. You'll push off again, come up for air. And that first breath will be sweet.
Gillian: I'll take your word for it. I don't have a pen.
. Trevor: Is there a problem?
Gillian: You're going to think I'm crazy, but how did Ryan sign these papers?
Trevor: With that pen you're holding in your mouth right now.
Gillian: How did he look?
Trevor: Well, he wasn't turning cartwheels, I'll tell you that.
Gillian: Did his -- did his mouth droop down the way they usually do when he has to do something he doesn't want to do?
Trevor: I interpret the law. I don't interpret body language. But I will tell you what I told him.
Gillian: What is that?
Trevor: If you're having second thoughts, sit on it, think about it, take your time. For the long term and the short term, think about it now or forever hold your peace.

Ryan: You and Gilly have been talking about me. What did she say?
Raquel: She didn't have to say anything. Your actions speak for themselves.
Ryan: Well, I only did exactly what she wanted me to. Raquel: You have no idea what she wants.
Ryan: Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. She's had it up to here trying to figure me out, and frankly, I don't blame her. I'm a waste of time. Gillian deserves better. And she agrees with me. That's why she filed for the divorce, and I do not blame her for giving up on me.
Raquel: How blind can you be?
Gillian would walk in your footsteps forever if only you'd ask her. She doesn't want a divorce. She never did.
Ryan: Back up for a second. The divorce was Gillian's idea. She knows that we're hopeless.
Raquel: Your wife gave you what she thought you wanted. She wanted you to be happy. That's Gillian. That's how much she loves you. She'd rather lose you than watch you suffer.
Ryan: Whoa, whoa. You know this for a fact?
Raquel: Yes. She wanted you to fight her, to fight for her, for your marriage. But you gave up without a fight. When you agreed to the divorce, it almost killed her, Ryan.
Ryan: This is crazy!
Raquel: No! It's not crazy. Look, Gillian was trying to do what was best for you, when all along, what's best for Gillian is you, just you.
Kelly: Sorry I took so long with your prescription. There was a line at the pharmacy a mile long. Hello. Then the computer went down and they couldn't find the ok for your refill.
Raquel: I'm sorry you went through so much trouble.
Kelly: All's well that ends well. Can't wait to see what all hell breaks loose with Y2K. Anyway, I picked up a quart of rocky road while I was waiting. Where's Mr. Santos and Max?
Raquel: They're at the park.

Mateo: You see, your mom and I, we used to be together. Ok? And now we're not. How should I explain this? Your shoes. Those are your favorite pair of shoes, right? And you wear them every day and they fit great. But let me tell you something -- there's going to come a day when they don't fit anymore. And no matter how hard you try, it's just not going to work. So what you do is you move on to the next pair and the next adventure until you find the perfect fit. And that someone will stay with you and grow with you forever.
Max: Like you?
Mateo: Yeah, and your mom.
Max: Daddy?
Mateo: Yeah, buddy?
Max: Growing up is hard.
Mateo: Yeah. It's hard, huh? Yeah. You know what else? You're not supposed to like it all the time. And you don't have to know all the answers, either. Not in one day you don't. Do me a favor -- next time you feel like running away, call me and we'll go get a hot dog. All right? Come here.

Erica: So, why should I trust you? Why not Vanessa or Adam?
David: Because they're both pathological liars.
Erica: I hate liars. Liars should be punished.
David: I agree.
Erica: Well, then I'm glad we see eye to eye. David, about the accident --
David: Erica, can't you just be grateful that I was able to save your life and leave it at that? Time will heal your wounds.
Erica: Do I have your guarantee?
David: In a few months, this is all going to be a bad dream, as if it never even happened.

[Tape rewinds]

Jerry's voice: Vanessa's got the inside track and don't think I'm not grateful. Her tip led me and my crew to the club last night. Erica Kane in that mask, doing her "Phantom of the Opera" thing. Gives me the chills just thinking about it.

Janet: He's not the only one.
Vanessa: Well, just what do you plan to do with that taped farce?
Myrtle: You have 48 hours to get out of town. Pack your bags and go.
Vanessa: Oh.
Janet: And if you don't, we'll play the tape for Erica.
Myrtle: That would tear your meal ticket, wouldn't it, honey?
Vanessa: Well, assuming that tape isn't a fraud or some sort of setup, wouldn't Erica be just a bit suspicious if I suddenly dropped out of sight?
Janet: Make up a story, something she'll believe. You're good at that.
Myrtle: And you try anything funny, Janet and I are just going to blow your scheme wide open.
Janet: Don't forget to drop by the cleaners on the way home. Clock's a-ticking.

[Door closes]

Vanessa: My, my. Oh, yes. How stupid of you, Janet, leaving important financial data right out in clear view. Uh-huh.

Erica: You really think that I'm going to be able to just shrug this off, like it's nothing?
David: I know you, Erica. You'll rise to the occasion. Given enough time, I'm confident that you'll come through this crucible stronger than you were before. In a year or so you'll be laughing about all this.
Erica: Ah!
(Erica hits David on the back of his head with a hand mirror)