Greenlee: That was the best! I'm on a streak, I can feel it.
Leo: Greenlee, you lost almost every hand. We were there all night long. And what do you have to show for it?
Greenlee: Poker is my game.
Leo: Yeah? Since when?
Greenlee: Since you became my good-luck charm.
Leo: I hate to tell you this, but a good-luck charm is supposed to help you win.
Greenlee: You kept me from going back to my parents, you saved me from Wade, and you got me out of that elevator before it smashed into bits. Open it?
Leo: Maybe I'm the one on a roll.
Greenlee: Maybe you are. We're here on this island, just you and me.
Leo: Champagne, and a few lonely chips.

[Cork pops]

Leo: You know, Greenlee, you really do have to learn how to bluff. That's not a poker face.
Greenlee: Where are all your chips, Hotshot?
Leo: Hey, I am a great poker player, as long as I have marked cards and a chip or two stuffed up my sleeve for emergencies.
Greenlee: Did you cheat?
Leo: No. I lost fair and square. Dear old Mums would be so disappointed. She taught me to win at all costs.

Winifred: Welcome home, Mrs. Chandler. I'm so sorry about the accident.
Arlene: Thank you, Winifred.
Winifred: I put out some fresh orange juice -- fresh-squeezed, just like you like it -- and some croissants.
Arlene: Thanks, Winnie.
Winifred: You're welcome.
Arlene: It is so good to be home.
Hayley: Can I do anything for you? You want to go upstairs, take a nap?
Arlene: Oh, no. Just being around family and friends does wonders.
Adam: Is there anything you need?
Arlene: Oh, you've been so good to me already, Adam.
Adam: Well, you've been through quite an ordeal. We all want to help. You have a room and a nurse until you're strong enough to move on.
Arlene: Well, you know, I'd like to go. I know it would be easier for everybody, but I'm feeling a little weak right now.
Vanessa: Oh, Arlene, would you like any of your pain medication?
Arlene: Oh, no, Vanessa, thank you.
Vanessa: Well --
Arlene: Adam, would you like to sit with me for a while?
Adam: Oh -- we have a lot of company. There's something I have to do in the study. If you'll excuse me --
Arlene: Oh, would you two be nice enough to bring up my things to my room?
Mateo: Sure.
Hayley: Yeah, we'll take the back steps, ok?
Arlene: Thanks, Sweetie.
Mateo: Sure.
Hayley: We'll be right back. Excuse me.

Arlene: Just a few days ago, she was ready to kick me out of town.
Vanessa: Here we . Fresh-squeezed juice just for you, Dear.
Arlene: Winnie spits in it. Put a shot in it. Make it a double.
Vanessa: Arlene, have you ever considered Hollywood?
Arlene: Hey, my shoulder still hurts. But the rest of me is just fine and ready for battle.
Vanessa: What battle?
Arlene: To take over the Chandler Mansion. What else?

[Knock on door]

Erica: Opal, hi. Come on in.
Opal: Hey, good morning! I thought I'd bring by a little breakfast, hear all about the first-day-of-school jitters. That's assuming she actually went to school this time?
Erica: Well, Blanca's fine. I'm a wreck.
Opal: Did she get settled in over there ok?
Erica: I wouldn't know. Bianca wouldn't allow me to do anything more than just drop her off at the curb.
Opal: Yeah, teenagers are like that.
Erica: Well, I was hoping to meet her guidance counselor. I just want everything to be perfect for Bianca.
Opal: I know. Spoken like a true mother.
Erica: Not overprotective?
Opal: Not at all, no.
Erica: Well, what if she hates it?
Opal: And skips school to panhandle at the mall with her pal Snow?
Erica: The girl's name is Rain.
Opal: Oh, Rain. So sorry. Listen, Erica, Bianca is going to be fine.
Erica: Opal, she's starting late, she doesn't know anyone, she's shy. I mean, it's hard enough to be a teenager --
Opal: Yeah, almost as hard as being a teenager's mama. Now, what is this you got going up here? Is this more of Blanca's stuff from Seattle?
Erica: No, it's mine. I thought maybe if I went through all this stuff, it would remind me of what it's like to be Blanca's age.
Opal: Well, I guess that sure beats reading her journal, huh? You didn't, did you?
Erica: I respect Blanca's privacy.
Opal: Well, I found you drooling over that journal. Did you read it?
Erica: Opal, if Petey had been through a very, very difficult time and he was acting strangely and withdrawn and he was fighting you on every single word that came out of your mouth but you didn't know why, wouldn't you be desperate to find out what was wrong? And wouldn't you do anything you could to help him?
Opal: Oh, Erica. You did, didn't you? You read that journal.

Woman: You are taking a heavy load, but from what I saw of your transcripts, you're not going to have any trouble catching up.
Bianca: I hope not.
Woman: I've notified your teachers to expect you because I want your transition to be as smooth as possible. Here's your schedule of classes and an orientation packet.
Bianca: Thanks, Ms. Singer.
Ms. Singer: Bianca, I know you recently lost your father. If you ever want to talk about anything, I hope you'll feel free to come talk to me.
Bianca: I think I'll be just fine.
Ms. Singer: Sure you will. Here's your locker combination. I'm sure you're not going to have any trouble finding it.
Bianca: Thanks.
Ms. Singer: My door is always open.

Bianca: 1313. Good thing I'm not superstitious.
Shannon: Oh, my God. Heather: I know. I cannot wait to see her face. She's totally going to freak out.
Shannon: Hey, girl.
Bianca: Hi.
Shannon: We were just coming to decorate your locker.

Greenlee: No one's ever spoiled me like this before.
Leo: The last time we were on an island --
Greenlee: Oh, bad berries, dead fish, crazed girl guides. I prefer my islands inhabited, with hot- and cold-running everything.

[Knock on door]

Leo: Hold up. Hello, kind sir. Thank you very much.
Bellman: Ah.
Leo: Think that ought to cover it.
Bellman: Thank you.
Leo: Thank you.
Greenlee: What's that? Is it for me?
Leo: Are you going to open them, or do I got to take them back?
Greenlee: Don't you dare! It's exquisite. But it's too small.
Leo: Here, allow me. Give me that foot.
Greenlee: Oh, my God --
Leo: Get on there. There we go. See? Hurry up. Whatever you can't open in 30 seconds I'm taking back.
Greenlee: Oh, my gosh. It's gorgeous. When? Where? How did you do this?
Leo: Well, when you were doing your victory lap around the roulette wheel, I ducked into the gift shop.
Greenlee: Oh, my gosh. It looks so real.
Leo: It is.
Greenlee: Leo, how could you afford all this?
Leo: Like I said, I hit the mother lode.
Greenlee: Good old Vanessa.
Leo: So -- ahem -- what do you want to do next? Parasailing? Snorkeling? Cliff diving? What?
Greenlee: More poker.
Leo: Greenlee, the casino said they're not going to let you back in until you promise to quit hugging the dealers when you actually win.
Greenlee: We don't need a casino.
Leo: What is this?
Greenlee: Just come here. How about a little strip poker? You won't have anywhere to hide your chips.
Leo: You're on. How about a little stud? Ok, one down, four up. Three, four -- what do you got there, Sweetie Pie?
Greenlee: Pair of sixes.
Leo: Jacks. Throw something in the pot there, Sweetheart. That's what I'm talking about. There you go. Wimp.
Leo: One down, four up --
Greenlee: Full house. What do you got? Take 'em off, cowboy.

Vanessa: Well, you seem to be settling right in.
Arlene: Well, I'm not going anywhere, Honey.
Vanessa: So, Adam still believes that Liza caused the accident, the miscarriage?
Arlene: See that pale, blond skunk anywhere?
Vanessa: You're awfully optimistic, my dear.
Arlene: Well, I have a feeling things are going my way.
Arlene: Oh, thanks for helping, Sweetie.
Hayley: Sure. Are you ready for your nap?
Arlene: You know, I know this sounds silly, but I'm a little afraid to go to sleep. See, last night I dreamt that I had the baby in my arms and -- well, I woke up and I remembered.
Hayley: Listen, everything's going to be ok.
Arlene: Oh, you couldn't stay away, could you?
Adam: I wonder if I might speak to Arlene alone for a moment.
Hayley: Oh. Yeah.
Adam: There are still some roses on the front arbor. Maybe you could cut some for her bedroom.
Arlene: Oh, that would be nice.
Hayley: Well, sure. No problem.

Adam: Ahem.
Vanessa: Oh. Flowers from the hospital. Horrid vases. I'll just put them in some crystal for you.
Adam: Take your time.

Arlene: You know, Hayley has been so sweet. We're finally, finally getting along. It's just too bad it's under such horrible circumstances.
Adam: I know you're still dealing with your loss.
Arlene: Well, our loss.
Adam: Well, you'll get over it. And your shoulder will heal. I want to tell you that I'm sticking to the deal. I promised you $700,000. It will be yours. And I'll help you settle wherever you want. Arlene, I hope that we can part amicably.
Arlene: So do I.
Adam: Good, good. Then we're agreed.
Arlene: Mm-hmm. A deal's a deal.
Adam: Good, good. So, no need to postpone this, then.
Arlene: Why? What's that?
Adam: It's the divorce agreement. I've had it redraw I'd like for you to sign here and here.
Arlene: You know, divorce is the saddest word in the English language.
Adam: Just do it, Arlene. Get it over with.

Liza: My God, what are you doing? Arlene just lost a baby. sweater.
Liza: I had no idea that you were bringing Arlene home from the hospital today.
Arlene: Hayley and Mateo helped Adam get me settled in. You know, everyone's been so kind. I don't know what I'd do without family, and that's what makes this so -- well, it makes it so hard, right out of the hospital and everything.
Adam: Yes. You know, I'm really sorry this has happened, but nothing's changed, Arlene. The divorce was never in question. What difference does it make when you sign the blasted papers?
Liza: How can you be so callous? Don't you realize how fragile she is right -- you can't ask her to make a life-altering decision right now, Adam.
Adam: The decision has already been made, Liza. All she has to do is sign the papers.
Liza: Yeah, well, your timing stinks.
Adam: Fine. Papers can wait. But not for long.
Liza: Could I just have a minute with Arlene, please? Alone?
Adam: Yes. Yes.

Liza: I'm grateful for the opportunity to talk to you alone. I was going to visit you in the hospital, but I thought that it might upset you. I know that an apology is meaningless because nothing can replace losing a child. And I know what it feels like to miscarry -- you know, the sadness and the ache that you feel inside. I just hope that you can forgive me. And believe me, I would've never wanted this to have happened to you.
Arlene: In an instant, my life changed forever. Because of your anger, I lost a child.
Liza: I'm so sorry.
Arlene: You know -- you know, when I wake up in the morning, I have this split second of this feeling that I'm carrying a life inside of me, of that little beating heart. And then I wake up and I remember that she's gone and that I'm all alone. No. No, don't. Don't do that. It just hurts seeing you. For the rest of my life I'll remember that you're the reason -- you are the reason that I have lost my child.
Liza: I'll go if you -- I'm very sorry.

Mateo: Hey, slow down.
Hayley: What's wrong? Are you all right?
Liza: Oh, Arlene's in there. I didn't know she was going to be here. I would've -- I shouldn't have --
Mateo: What happened?
Liza: She's near tears. I mean, I apologized, but it's really too soon.
Hayley: Liza, she's going to be upset for a while, but it wasn't your fault. Nobody blames you for the miscarriage.
Liza: I think you should. I blame myself.

Greenlee: Admit it. I bluff like a champ. I beat your booty.
Leo: You won, did you?
Greenlee: Who ended up buck-naked?
Leo: You know, I hate to tell you this, Greenlee, but I threw the match so that you could have your way with me.
Greenlee: I demand a rematch.
Leo: In a little bit.
Greenlee: What are you doing?
Leo: I'll be back.
Greenlee: I'll come with you.
Leo: Not this time.
Greenlee: Why not?
Leo: Greenlee, just wait and see. A little suspense enriches life, right?
Greenlee: What is it?
Leo: If I told you, you would be --
Greenlee: I know, I know, I know. I'd ruin the surprise. Tell me anyway.
Leo: No. Suppose I told you and you got all excited, then I came back with nothing. You'd be disappointed, right? I never want to disappoint you.
Greenlee: Everyone in my life's disappointed me except you.
Leo: Back.

[Door shuts]

Bianca: I really don't need a mirror.
Shannon: Everyone has one. Mindy: So, what do you think so far?
Bianca: Wow, it's something. Mindy: Wait until the pep
rally on Friday. We'll introduce you to all the football players.
Shannon: Only the honeys. Of course, they usually stick to dating cheerleaders.
Heather: It's too late for you to be a cheerleader, but tryouts for the pompom squad are coming up this basketball season.
Bianca: Really?
Heather: Yeah.
Bianca: Pompoms?
Mindy: You can try out with me. I would've made cheerleader, but it was a political thing.
Heather: Get over it, Mindy. Anyway, if you can't be a cheerleader, pompom girl is the next best thing.
Shannon: You might have a shot. If you make it, you'll be among the most wanted.
Bianca: Great. I'll take care of these.

Junior: I can't wait to be on the varsity team.
Boy: With your offense, you'll be varsity next year, no sweat.
Junior: Think so?
Boy: Yo, Marcus, what's up? Good luck.
Marcus: Who's the babe?
Junior: Oh, you want to meet her?
Marcus: You know her?
Junior: Yeah.
Marcus: Well, let's do it.
Junior: All right.

[Girls whisper]
Shannon: Hey, Marcus.
Marcus: How you doing, Shannon? Who's your friend?
Shannon: You are such a Mac. Don't gobble her up on the first day.
Junior: Hi, Bianca.
Bianca: Hi, Junior.
Junior: This is my friend Marcus. He's the captain of the varsity soccer team.
Heather: They're totally awesome.
Mindy: Marcus is the top scorer.
Shannon: On and off the field.
Heather: Oh, my God.
Bianca: I'll remember that.

[Bell rings]

Junior: Well, I got to go. If I'm late to science class, I'm busted. See you, Marcus. Bye, Bianca.

Bianca: I should get going, too. I have to find my English class.
Marcus: Really? Who's your teacher?
Bianca: Mr. Kepler.
Marcus: Looks like we're in the same class. I'll take you. Come on.
Bianca: Oh, cool. I'll catch up with you girls later.
Shannon: Whatever.

Opal: Well, whatever happened to respecting Blanca's privacy?
Erica: Some things are more important than privacy.
Opal: What about Blanca's trust? Honey, if she ever finds out that you read her most secret thoughts, she will never speak to you again.
Erica: Well, that's a risk I'm willing to take. And you would, too. I know you would.
Opal: No, I would not. Part of being a parent is knowing when to leave well enough alone.
Erica: I tried that approach.
Opal: Yeah, and it didn't work because I interrupted you. Now, how much did you read?
Erica: Enough to know that something happened that traumatized her in rehab. What I read really scared me, Opal. Listen.
Opal: What?
Erica: She ripped out half the pages in her journal! What is Bianca hiding?

Mateo: Hayley's right, Liza. You shouldn't blame yourself for Arlene's miscarriage. I mean, you tried to stop her from drinking. Your instincts were right-on.
Liza: What about my subconscious? You know, because I hated her. Maybe I wanted this to happen.
Hayley: Oh, Liza, no matter how much you despise Arlene, you love children. You would never do anything to hurt a child. It was an accident.

Arlene: Fill it up.
Vanessa: Isn't it a little early to be celebrating, Arlene?
Arlene: Oh, my goodness. You should've seen Liza, my guardian angel. I mean, what a hoot. I was just about to sign on the dotted line and she comes on in, gets in Adam's face, and bullies him to leave me alone. To me. Long may I reign.
Vanessa: Uh-huh. You can't possibly think you're going to parlay this into a permanent situation.
Arlene: And why not? For once in my life, people are giving me a chance. Did you see Hayley? I mean, we're finally getting closer, and it's real this time.
Vanessa: How cozy. Adam still doesn't seem like the doting husband, however, and how long can you milk this thing? And then what?
Arlene: Oh, Vanessa. I'm a realist. If I can't win Adam's heart, then I'll go for his wallet. I may be inconsolable, but I'll be rich.
Vanessa: Well, I hate to be the one to inform you, dear, but 700,000 doesn't go that far these days. And if I should still want my cut --
Arlene: Oh, Vanessa. Haven't you nicked me enough already?
Vanessa: You know, after your miscarriage, whose idea was it to stage a little accident and blame Liza? I mean, genius doesn't come cheap.

Arlene: Well, Vanessa was just trying to convince me I should take my nap.
Mateo: Uh-huh.
Arlene: Where's Hayley?
Mateo: She went with Liza to visit Colby.
Arlene: Now that she doesn't have my child to bring up.
Mateo: Can I get you a refill?
Arlene: Oh, no. No, no. That's fine. Thanks.
Adam: Did Liza leave?
Mateo: She's at the gatehouse.
Arlene: Adam?
Vanessa: Well. Looks like Adam's going to visit your guardian angel.

Greenlee: Did you get me something?
Leo: Down, girl.
Greenlee: Come on. Come on, did you bring it? Show me.
Leo: Here's a hint -- it's something you've always wanted.
Greenlee: An alligator bag with matching boots?
Leo: No, no. It's something that you hinted about when we were stuck in the elevator.
Greenlee: Obliteration of Muzak?
Leo: You said it's something you wanted before you died.
Greenlee: I was desperate I was delirious. I give up. Wait a minute -- for my parents to love me. Did you get me new parents?
Leo: Better. Close your eyes. Don't peek. Close them.
Greenlee: Ok, I won't. I won't, I won't.
Leo: Don't peek, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Come on. What is it? Leo -- oh, my God! Leo!
Leo: Surprise.
Greenlee: Oh, my puppy! Come here. Oh, my God, he's adorable. Oh --
Greenlee: Oh. I'm so in love with him. Oh, you're so adorable. What's his name?
Leo: Anything you want. Just don't give him one of those snooty names. It's too much for a puppy to live up to. Isn't that right?
Greenlee: You've made me so happy. That's it - Happy. Oh, is that too corny?
Leo: No, I don't think so. It's perfect.
Greenlee: What if we can't take Happy home? Customs and quarantine.
Leo: No, don't worry, I took care of it. First class all the way.
Greenlee: Oh, you're the best.
Leo: I know.
Greenlee: I remember now -- I always said I wanted a puppy. We can share Happy.
Leo: What do you think? You like that idea? I think he likes that idea.
Greenlee: Erica may not like that when I come to visit. The Valley Inn doesn't allow pets. Where am I going to live?
Leo: Greenlee, underneath all that upper crust, your grandparents are softies. They're going to let you move back in.
Greenlee: The only fur my grandmother lets near her is the endangered list. I'll have to find a place to live.
Leo: With a yard for Happy here.
Greenlee: A yard? Gramps is never going to spring for that. A deck boosts the rent.
Leo: Get a roommate.
Greenlee: Who would put up with me? You can't stay at Erica's forever. Maybe you can. Erica seems to be attached to you.
Leo: I hadn't really thought about moving out so soon. Doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I mean, after all, a puppy is a huge responsibility. He needs to be walked and fed. Oops.
Greenlee: Paper trained.

Opal: Well, what?
Erica: Well, nothing. She ripped out that whole section of her journal.
Opal: Well, I can't say that I blame her. You know, rehabilitation is a very deeply personal thing, and I can't blame her for protecting her feelings.
Erica: You know, Opal, I've been there. I'm aware of that.
Opal: Yeah, well, then you of all people ought to be able to understand that writing in a journal is part of your recovery. Now, she fought her way back from a nightmare, Honey, and she survived. Isn't that enough?
Erica: Opal, something happened to Bianca that has nothing to do with her treatment, and she's still struggling with it.
Opal: Well, like what? Are you sure you're not just overreacting to plain old growing pains?
Erica: I wish. How I wish I could believe that. But it was in here, Opal. Bianca wrote about it. She wrote that she was so frightened, something so horrible happened to her that she couldn't even find the words to describe it, and that she was going to have to face it before she could face the rest of her life.
Opal: She was in a protected environment, Honey. What could've happened?
Erica: Everything was fine, she said, until she went into that new therapy group. And then something happened. Something -- something really traumatic. Opal, look, I'm worried that maybe she had her heart broken, but what if it was something more?
Opal: More? Like what?
Erica: What if she was molested? Or worse?
Opal: Now, Honey, you don't know anything, anything. You have no facts for that.
Erica: Opal, I was raped at 14. What if Bianca is going through that same thing right now?
Opal: Sweetheart --
Erica: I was lucky. I talked to my mother, and my mother was able to help me. Bianca has got to know that she can confide in me that way, no matter what.
Opal: Erica, where are you going?
Erica: I have got to go to Bianca. She's got to know that whatever this is she's going through, she's not going through it alone.

Shannon: That was so horrible.
Heather: I studied all night.
Mindy: I know.
Marcus: Hey, a babe with a brain.
Bianca: Oh, not really.
Marcus: Old Kepler -- he asked a question about some book by Charles Dickens. Bianca was the only one who knew the answer.
Bianca: It was no big deal. I took a Dickens survey course last year.
Mindy: Hey, maybe we could study together, help each other with papers. I can type real fast.
Bianca: You know what? It was just luck. I'm no egghead.
Shannon: What's the deal, Marcus? You're jocking on Erica Kane's daughter.
Marcus: The Erica Kane?
Shannon: The one and only.

Hayley: Oh, she's magnificent. I can't believe it. She walks, she talks. She's hardly even a baby anymore.
Liza: Yeah, I know. She'll always be my baby. You're going to have your own soon.
Hayley: Oh, I wouldn't mind a dozen, really. Don't forget what I told you about Arlene and guilt trips, ok? See you.
Liza: I'll see you.
Hayley: Ok.
Liza: Thanks.

Adam: I just saw our baby sleeping. She's beautiful. Want to make another one?

Hayley: Can I get you anything else before we leave?
Arlene: Oh, no. I'm fine, Sweetie.
Hayley: Ok, well, maybe I'll stop by and visit with you tomorrow if you're feeling up to it.
Arlene: And maybe you could bring some of those 12-step books.
Hayley: You mean it?
Arlene: I really want to make this a new beginning, Sweetie.
Hayley: All right. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Hayley: How about that, huh? I mean, Arlene's miscarriage was a tragedy, but if she stops drinking because of it? Miracles do happen.
Mateo: Save your hallelujahs, Hayley. There was more than Vitamin C in your mom's orange juice.
Hayley: What do you mean? She's drinking? She's grieving.
Mateo: Listen, I can't figure that woman out, all right?
Hayley: Well, I thought we quit trying.
Mateo: Her grief seems real enough, all right, but she's a master manipulator. You know that.
Hayley: What are you saying? She's using this miscarriage as a tactic? Don't you think that's a little diabolical, even for my mother?
Mateo: She's right where she wants to be -- in Adam's house with her daughter catering to her every need.
Hayley: Oh, I don't know, Mateo. I don't believe that.
Mateo: Look how it's always played out in the past.
Hayley: The past is the past. I mean, can't we just give her another chance?
Mateo: We can't because every time we do, you get hurt.
Hayley: Why can't we just for a second just maybe think that my mother doesn't have bad intentions?
Mateo: Right. You know, I walked in there, and Vanessa and her were talking. They were up to something. As soon as I walked in, they shut up.
Hayley: Well, so what? She has a friend. I mean, you know --
Mateo: Right, right.
Hayley: Girl talk.
Mateo: They were guilty as hell. It wasn't the first time. At the hospital, when Adam was in the hospital, Vanessa and Arlene were in cahoots. And soon after that, Arlene arrived in the hospital with Stuart.
Hayley: You have a point.
Mateo: Look, they're up to something, all right? And we should just try and find out what it is.

Liza: And what gives you the right to think that you could just sneak in the back door?
Adam: What the devil were you thinking when you stopped Arlene from signing that divorce paper?
Liza: How about a little compassion? She had a miscarriage.
Adam: Oh, I see. Now you're her champion and she's the victim and I'm the villain.
Liza: What do you expect?
Adam: For you to butt out.
Liza: Excuse me?
Adam: I had the pen in her hand ready to sign those divorce papers, and you sweep in like some avenging angel to save her. You're the woman who locked her in the attic with the rat poison! I want you to stay out of it. The last thing in the world I need is your interference. Do you understand me?
Liza: Oh, loud a clear. You are still the same bullying, tyrannical ass that you have always been. You haven't changed. You're still a control freak. You don't get your way, you throw a tantrum.
Adam: I'm going to get that divorce.
Liza: See if I care.
Adam: And one other thing --
Liza: Oh, you know, get out.
Adam: You'll marry me by thanksgiving.
Liza: Don't hold your breath --

Adam: Oops. That's my Liza.

Erica: You may think that I'm interfering, but Blanca's been having a very difficult time and I just want to be sure that she's all right.
Ms. Singer: We could use more parents who are actively involved in their children's lives.
Erica: Well, my daughter may not agree with you.
Ms. Singer: Blanca's very lucky to have such a concerned mother. Step this way.

Bianca: Mom, what are you doing here?

Greenlee: I can't wait to get back and start looking. House or condo?
Leo: House, definitely. He's going to need lots of room to mosey around.
Greenlee: Condo's cheaper.
Leo: Don't worry about money, Greenlee.
Greenlee: But I want to pay half the rent.
Leo: Your grandfather's already springing for a room at the Valley Inn. I mean, this can't cost that much more.
Greenlee: I hate to ask him for anything, especially now.
Leo: Why?
Greenlee: Hello. Gramps just lost a million dollars, Leo. Let's not push it. Although there is a chance he'll get it back.
Leo: I doubt it. One of Wade's goons probably stole it and is long gone by now.
Greenlee: Even still, they'll track him down.
Leo: You've seen too many movies, Greenlee. It's not that easy.
Greenlee: It is when the bills are marked. Whoever's dumb enough to take Gramps' money is going to get caught, and soon.
[Leo is speechless]


ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Leo: I want you to round up every one of those hundreds that I spent!
Greenlee: Leo, what's going on?

Jake: You stay out of my way, and you stay away from my wife.

Ryan: These lovely ladies and I are going to crash the airwaves.

Bianca: Something happened at rehab. I did meet someone.