Tad: You know, Ilsa, I must say, I was very pleasantly surprised that you agreed to fly over.
Ilsa: Well, I'm a little bit curious as to why Chandler Enterprises is so anxious to acquire my little music company.
Tad: We're very interested in expanding our holdings in media.
Ilsa: Reykjavik is a little north of the beaten path.
Tad: Maybe, but Scandinavian pop is very in in this country. Probably now Iceland may be the next hotbed of hits. So, what do you say you and I talk about some details, ok?

[Door opens]

Ryan: Tad, I'm glad you're here.
Tad: I'm in the middle of a meeting. What the hell are you doing?
Ryan: I'm about to make you more money than you ever thought possible.

Jake: Finally. I can almost taste them.
Gillian: What are you talking about, Jake?
Jake: Cottage fries. You know, when I was in Chechnya, I would wake up in the middle of the night, and all I could think about was the cottage fries right here at the Valley Inn. That's what I'm going to have for lunch -- a big plate of cottage fries. Come on. Oh, sir? Can you check this in for me?
Waiter: Sure.
Jake: Thank you very much. Oh, and tell that chef to heat up the fryer. Let's have a seat.
Gillian: Well, you're in a very good mood, Jake.
Jake: Well, I'm at the Valley Inn with my most favorite person, my lovely wife. Cottage fries on the menu. By golly, life is good.
Gillian: And it's because of something besides me and those potatoes. You've been floating ever since you spoke to your dad at the hospital. Was it good news?
Jake: Um --
Gillian: Can you share it with me?

David: Excellent. Here you go.
David: Perfect.
David: Thanks a lot.

Myrtle: No, thanks. Just tea, thank you.
Erica: Oh, Myrtle --
myrtle: Oh, Sweetheart --
Erica: I'm so glad that you could meet me.
Myrtle: Darling, you sounded so rattled.
Erica: Oh, I am.
Myrtle: Sit down. Tell me what's bothering you.
Erica: I blew it, Myrtle. I blew it with Bianca. I wanted so badly to be supportive, you know, especially now that her father is gone. I just wanted her to feel safe and loved.
Myrtle: I'm sure she knows you love her.
Erica: No, I did something really stupid, and now she doesn't want to have anything to do with me.
Myrtle: Come on, now. Things can't be that bad.
Erica: Oh, they can and they are. She's moved out.
Myrtle: She's what?
Erica: She hates me.

Jack: So, what are your feelings on the great American institution of jazz music? Ah, well, that's the right answer because I happen to know a sweet little spot in center city, the best jazz around. Have a little bite to eat, and we'll head there and catch a couple sets. What do you think?

[Doorbell rings]

Jack: Ex-- oh, listen, I need to go. I'll pick you up around 7:00, All right? Perfect. All right, see you later, then. Bye-bye.

[Ring]

Jack: Coming.
Jack: Bianca.
Bianca: Hi, Uncle Jack.
Jack: Hi back. Are you all right? Get in here. Come here, come here. Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on, Kiddo?
Bianca: Do you remember how you told me that I could count on you no matter what?
Jack: Absolutely.
Bianca: Did you mean it?
Jack: Absolutely. What's going on here?
Bianca: I want to move in with you.

Leo: You keep bringing me in here on the flimsiest of charges, Lieutenant.
Derek: Nothing flimsy about receiving stolen property, Leo. And this time I have enough evidence to make the charges stick.
Leo: Yeah, well, don't count on it. Why don't we just forget about the cell? I'm going to be out of here faster than you can say "Johnnie Cochran."
Derek: Go ahead. Think we'll lock you up anyway nonetheless, just as a precaution.
Leo: Have it your way, have it your way. But you know what? Since we're becoming such old friends, Lieutenant, I was wondering if maybe you could do me a little favor.
Derek: What's that, Leo?
Leo: Could we keep this little misunderstanding out of the newspapers, maybe?
Derek: It's a little late to be thinking about your public image, Leo.
Leo: You think? No, seriously, seriously. You know, if this gets splashed around the news, Greenlee's going to get in more hot water with her grandfather than she already is.
Derek: You know, you should've thought about that before you went on an illegal spending spree with that man's money. I hear you're quite a tipper.
Leo: They were all hundred-dollar bills. What was I supposed to do?

Leo: Why am I such an idiot?

Jake: Thank you. Well, it's a little too soon to know if it will help.
Gillian: Medical news? Please tell me, Jake.
Jake: Ok, ok, ok. I have been working on an experimental drug that may be able to counteract the injury that I got in Chechnya.
Gillian: Oh, Jake!
Jake: Don't get too excited. But the preliminary results have been remarkable.
Gillian: Oh, that is wonderful, Jake.
Jake: Yeah, well, they're still conducting trials, but it looks very promising. They just sent the research over to me from Sweden, and it's in my briefcase right now.
Gillian: Oh. Well, I know you're going to make a full recovery. You know, not that it's all that important, but --
Jake: Listen -- I'm not a fool. I know the reason you came back to me, at least initially. And I just want you to know that this last 24 hours we've been able to spend together have been nice. I mean, we're not talking about my injury. We're not talking about mistakes we made in the past or trying to figure out what we're going to do to but just a chance for you and I to get together and hang out, get to know each other again. It's wonderful.
Gillian: Yeah. For me, too.
Jake: Well, here. How about a toast? Here's to the special moment we've been given, right here, right now.

Erica: Then she just packed up her things and stormed out of the house.
Myrtle: Because you read her diary?
Erica: Myrtle, she's been so tight-lipped and so withdrawn with me about all of this that I was desperate. I was desperate to find out what is upsetting my girl.
Myrtle: Look, look, don't tell me -- don't tell me anything because that really would be violating her privacy.
Erica: Oh, no, of course not. I mean, I couldn't if I wanted to because she has ripped out half the pages in her journal. There's nothing left at all of what happened to her at the treatment center. And poor Bianca -- whatever it is, it's really terrible.
Myrtle: What could be terrible? I mean, what could she have in those -- in those pages that you've lost?

Jack: Well, Honey, the simple answer is yes, of course, you're always welcome to stay here with me.
Bianca: Thank God. Uncle Jack, I honestly didn't know where I was going to go if you said no.
Jack: But, having said that, now I'm going to spend the next half an hour trying to convince you to change your mind. I want you to work this thing out with your Mom, Honey.
Bianca: Uncle Jack, don't bother. You have no idea how hard I have tried to work this thing out. It's no use!
Jack: Let me just say my little say here, ok?
Bianca: No, no. No. I know what you're going to say.
Jack: Oh.
Bianca: I do, Uncle Jack. You're going to say she loves me more than anything and she only has my best interests at heart, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Jack: Gosh, I didn't realize you consider me the "yadda, yadda, yadda" type.
Bianca: I don't. I don't. I'm sorry. I --
Jack: It's ok. Bianca: I just -- let's face it, Uncle Jack. When it comes to my mother, I have heard it all a thousand times, and you are not the one that has to live with her.
Jack: Yeah, well, you are not the one that has to live with her, either, now. But she's always going to be your mother, kiddo, and that's a connection that -- that runs deep, you know? Deeper than anything else. As deep as the connection you have with your father.
Bianca: Uncle Jack, don't bring Daddy into this.
Jack: Your father's already into this. Sit down here a minute. Distance can't dissolve a family. Death can't even do that. And your father -- your father was the one that connected all of us -- you, me, Erica.
Bianca: Are you saying that -- that my mom cared about my father as much as I did?
Jack: No, no. I'm not saying that at all. And she didn't mean as much to his life as you do. But there was a time, Honey, when your mother and father, they loved each other very, very much. And right now, your mother is grieving his loss same as we are.
Bianca: I really just don't think that my Mom and I feel anything the same on this issue, Uncle Jack.
Jack: And you're probably right. Everybody's grief is different. But you do admit it's a rough time for all of us, right? So don't you think maybe it would be a good idea if we just cut each other as much slack as possible?

Leo: Most people are trying to break out of jail. Why are you breaking in?
Greenlee: Security's not very tight today. They only have one hopelessly insignificant prisoner.
Leo: Ouch. Do you talk the animals at the zoo like this?
Greenlee: The zoo depresses me. So does this dump.
Leo: Greenlee, I appreciate your visit, but it's really unnecessary. I'm going to be out of here before they finish typing up the report.
Greenlee: Don't tell me -- you stashed away enough of my grandfather's money to make bail.
Leo: No. But I like the way you think.
Greenlee: You wouldn't like what I'm thinking at this very moment.
Leo: Hey, come on, Greenlee. Quit being so -- Greenlee.
Greenlee: You enjoy tormenting me like this.
Leo: Hey, excuse me, but I'm the one without phone privileges. You get to leave here.
Greenlee: That's right. You're behind bars again, and I'm going to have to get you out.
Leo: No. No, no, no. No, no. Mumsy will handle that.
Greenlee: Hmm. Great. Then I'll just go home and wait for my grandfather to go crazy. Because once he finds out that you stole the ransom money and I helped you spend it on a Caribbean gambling spree, I'm going to be on the next plane back to San Diego. I am so busted.
Leo: But it was heaven while it lasted, right?
Greenlee: Oh, shut up, Leo!
Leo: Come on, Greenlee, you're going to be fine. While I'm in here battling head lice, you just go throw yourself on your grandfather's mercy. You know what? Tell him it was my fault. Blame me. I don't care. You know what? Tell him that you didn't know that it was his money that I was spending.
Greenlee: But I didn't. I thought it was your mother's.
Leo: Which makes it such a great alibi.
Greenlee: And then what happens to you?
Leo: I show an act of contrition. I'll be at the Valley Inn bar by happy hour.
Greenlee: Wake up and smell the handcuffs, Leo. I heard Lt. Frye talking to the DA when I came in here. Both of them are pretty embarrassed by the way you skated on those murder charges with Paolo, and they're both looking for payback. The DA said he'll prosecute it himself. And he's pretty positive that he can get five years in prison. You faker. You're acting all smug and unconcerned, and you're scared to death, aren't you?
Leo: Me scared? That'd be out of character, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Mm-hmm. Then why did you turn all white when I mentioned five years in prison?
Leo: It's the fluorescent light bulbs in here. It washes me out.
Greenlee: It is pretty cruel and unusual. I'm developing a rash just looking at that cot. And promise me, no matter what happens, you won't use that gross excuse for a toilet?
Leo: I'll make a mental note of that, all right? Got it.
Greenlee: We have to get you out of here. From the penthouse to the dungeon.
Leo: You know, for two uncommonly intelligent people, we sure do trip ourselves up a lot.
Greenlee: Speak for yourself.
Leo: Yeah, I guess it was pretty dumb to not figure out that that ransom money might have been marked, huh?
Greenlee: Neither of us have strong impulse control.
Leo: It's an overrated quality.
Greenlee: Yeah, what's wrong with a little excitement and adventure?
Leo: Exactly. I mean, why do people have to be so uptight? Why can't they come around to our way of thinking?
Greenlee: That might take a while.
Leo: Yeah, well, I got plenty of time. Like five years.
Greenlee: It's not going to happen. I won't let it.
Leo: I feel safer already.
Greenlee: Leo, if you go to a big, nasty prison, there's going to be a big sheet of Plexiglas between us every time I come visit you. I won't be able to kiss you or touch you or whisper what I have planned for you.

Derek: You two are unbelievable! Greenlee -- Greenlee, how in the hell did you -- never mind. I don't even want to know. I don't want to know. You get out of here. We have a date with the judge. Let's go.

Tad: Ilsa, you'll have to forgive the interruption. Obviously there's some people who just can't take no for an answer.
Ilsa: I can see that.
Tad: Tell me, what's your time schedule? Could we do this a little later?
Ilsa: I'll be at the Valley Inn waiting to hear from you.
Tad: Ok. I will call as soon as I can. And again, please, please forgive the interruption.

Tad: You're such a moron. What the hell's going on?
Ryan: I had to see you, Tad.
Tad: Well, you ever heard of an appointment? You can't just go kicking in my door anytime you feel like it.
Ryan: I've got one word for you -- IPO. I have been getting ready to take incredibledreams.com public. I have the contracts being drawn up by Leslie Coulson. I hired a big PR company. We already shot our first commercial.
Tad: Why do you need me?
Ryan: You see, that's the good part. I don't. Not at all. I'm here as a courtesy call. You and Liza believed in me, you helped finance the company from the beginning, and I wanted to give you the chance to reap the profits. And for that, Tad, you are going to need both hands. Yes, you are. I brought some ideas that you and I could work on to help make this the most lucrative public offering wall street has seen this year.
Tad: My, you have been busy.
Ryan: Yes, I have. This boat is ready to sail, Tad. Everybody onboard is going to make a mountain of money. So what do you say? You in?
Tad: One question.
Ryan: Yeah. Go ahead.
Tad: What the hell happened to you?

Myrtle: Oh, thank you.
Erica: Thank you.
Myrtle: Has Bianca told you anything about this?
Erica: No. Nothing at all. That's what drove me to read her journal . I felt lost.
Myrtle: I'll bet she's feeling exactly the way you're feeling right now.
Erica: Now you've lost me, Myrtle.
Myrtle: Look, if this was her first romance and it ended bitterly, she probably thinks she can't do anything right -- I mean in the romance department.
Erica: And how does this relate to me?
Myrtle: Look, Darling. She is now your responsibility, and everything you've done and planned has not quite worked out yet. And it must be very, very frustrating.
Erica: All I want is for her to be happy.
Myrtle: Oh, darling, in my experience, teenagers are seldom happy no matter how they act. No. At this moment she is missing Travis. But she needs you now more than she ever did.
Erica: You think so? I don't even know where she is. Myrtle: Well, she can't have
you go and find her, tell her how you feel, and ask her to come home.
Erica: I will. I will, Myrtle. Thank you. Thank you so much.
Myrtle: Well, I'd better get to the shop.
Erica: Oh, ok.
Myrtle: Listen -- don't lose heart. I know you're going to do this just fine. Take care of yourself.
Erica: Ok, thank you.
Myrtle: Bye-bye.
Erica: Bye.

Jake: Mmm.
Gillian: Jake, there is nothing wrong with your appetite. You ate these potatoes like a bear.
Jake: They're good, they're good. You know what? I got a little out of control. Um -- I have an idea. Why don't you let me make it up to you over dinner? We can shoot up to New York, have a romantic supper. And I promise, there'll be no ketchup.
Gillian: You want to fly to New York?
Jake: Well, why not? I have a brother who has a corporate jet. Maybe we can borrow it. We can have dinner on top of the World Trade Center.
Gillian: That is so extravagant.
Jake: Well, it's -- I mean, the views are absolutely incredible. You can see for miles and miles. We can watch the setting sun and watch the city lights come up.
Gillian: You're really serious about this, aren't you? Jake: I'm serious about
everything I do with you. So what do you say? Tell you what. I'll grab my coat and briefcase, and we'll go.

David: Never mind how I heard about Cystolotride. What can you tell me about it? Oh, come on, Phil. They're testing the drug in your lab as we speak. Don't give me that. You guys in sales know everything that's going on in that building. Well, then, find out.

Jack: Here you go, Kiddo. You know, it's no big mystery. I mean, your mother cares about you, so naturally she wants to know what happened to you when you were in rehab.
Bianca: So that gives her the right to read my journal?
Jack: No, of course not, of course not. I'm not saying that. It's just that I would hope it would make it a little bit easier for you to forgive her, knowing that she loves you unconditionally.
Bianca: Please, Uncle Jack. The only reason that Mom has her attention focused on me is because she's between boyfriends.
Jack: What was that again?
Bianca: Yeah. I mean, I'm a distraction so she can sit around and wait until she starts her next big love affair.
Jack: You are absolutely wrong about this. Now, you listen to me. You are your mother's number one priority. You always have been, you always will be, whether there's a man in her life or not. Hey -- she worries about you.
Bianca: I wish she wouldn't.
Jack: I'll tell you something else. I worry about you, too.
Bianca: I'm fine.
Jack: No. I don't think you are. And when somebody that you love is obviously hurting and isn't able to talk about it -- well, you know, that concerns you.
Bianca: I am talking about it. I don't like it when people invade my privacy.
Jack: Hey, nobody likes to have their privacy invaded. I understand the way you feel about this. I do, believe me. I'm on your side. But I got to tell you, there's something that you have to understand, and that is you are only one year out of treatment. Do you know how scared your mother was when you were going through your eating disorder?
Bianca: She wasn't scared. She was disappointed.
Jack: What?
Bianca: I could see how ashamed she was of me every time she looked at me.
Jack: Ashamed? No, no. What she was was terrified because her daughter, who she dearly loves, was hurting herself and she was powerless to help you.
Bianca: She was embarrassed because I wasn't living up to her standards. You know, to be Erica Kane's daughter, you have to be perfect.
Jack: Well, there's just one thing that you're forgetting. As far as your mother and myself are concerned, you are perfect. We love you just the way you are.

[Telephone rings]

Jack: Don't move. Hello.
Erica: Jack. Jack, have you seen Bianca?
Jack: Not only have I seen her, she's sitting right here on my couch.
Erica: Oh. Is she all right?
Jack: Yeah. Yeah, I mean, she's a little bit upset, but she's fine.
Erica: Well, can I speak with her, Jack?
Jack: Hang on just a second. It's your call.

Bianca: Yeah.
Erica: Sweetheart, I'm so sorry for what did.
Bianca: Ok.
Erica: Please come home. Come home, Honey, so I can make it up to you, please. I want us to start over.
Bianca: No. No, I don't think so. I think I'm going to stay with Uncle Jack for a while.
Erica: Oh. Do you have to? I mean, Honey, please come home. I promise I won't crowd you. I promise I won't do anything to upset you.
Bianca: No. Mom, I just need some time away from you to think things over.
Erica: Well, what things do you have to think about? I mean -- all right. Will you call me later?
Bianca: I don't know, Mom. Ok? Bye.
Greenlee: Hi, Gramps. Thanks for meeting me here.
Woodruff: Well, I can save you some time, Greenlee. The answer is no
. Greenlee: You haven't even heard the question.
Woodruff: You're going to ask me to go easy on that Leo Depraved character. Well, you can forget it.
Greenlee: Come on, Granddaddy. He really, really is sorry. Can't you get him out as a favor to me?
Woodruff: Not on your life. He committed a felony.
Greenlee: Please? I'm begging you. Do you want me to get down on my knees here at the Valley Inn?
Woodruff: Greenlee, you could crawl all the way from here to Pittsburgh and it wouldn't change my mind. That young man is going to prison.

[Knock on door]

David: I'm coming.
David: Hey.
Erica: May I come in, David?
David: By all means. Are you all right?
Erica: No. My whole world is falling apart. I know that I shouldn't be here. I just didn't know where else to go. David, hold me, please. Please just hold me.
Erica: I'm sorry. I -- I have no right to burden you with my problems.
David: Hey, wait, Erica. If you're having a problem, I'm willing help, always.
Erica: I don't know if you can help, David.
David: Why? What's wrong? Is Bianca giving you trouble again?
Erica: The worst.
David: Ok, what happened?
Erica: She's left the house. She moved in with her uncle jack. I can't do anything right where Bianca is concerned. I feel like such a failure.
David: Erica, every parent goes through this to some degree when trying to raise a teenager. Blanca's just acting out. I mean, every adolescent lives in some crazy black and white world between exultation and total confusion. Look, she'll be back.
Erica: When? I don't know how to deal with Bianca.
David: You act like there's a rule book and you don't have a copy. You have to go with it as it comes along.
Erica: But I should be better at it than this.
David: Why? Why, because you happen to be the most glamorous woman in the world? You can't be a normal mother with normal mother-daughter conflicts? Erica, you're doing fine. Just hang in there with Bianca.
Erica: It's not just that.
David: Why? What is it? Hey -- what is it?
Erica: Why is it that everyone I love leaves me?
David: Oh, Erica.

Jack: Well, sounds like it's all settled. Looks like you're going to be staying here, huh?
Bianca: Yeah, if that's all right with you.
Jack: It is absolutely ok. Although I think you're going to be a little aghast at what you find in a bachelor's refrigerator.
Bianca: You should have seen Mom's when I first moved in.
Jack: Oh, do tell.
Bianca: Five brands of designer water.

[Jack laughs]

Bianca: Not one drop of milk. Leo and I were eating cereal out of the box.
Jack: Leo, Leo. Yeah, look, Leo doesn't plan on moving in here, too, does he?
Bianca: No, no, just me.
Jack: Good, good. That gives us a chance to get something straightened out.
Bianca: What's that?
Jack: You sit down here and you tell me how it is possible that you don't know how much your mother loves you. She absolutely worships you, really and truly.
Bianca: Uncle Jack, I would actually rather not talk about this right now.
Jack: Ok. Ok.
Bianca: If you don't mind. I'm just, like, so worn out and -- I don't know. If you don't mind, I was going to just sort of crash on your couch for a while.
Jack: Absolutely. You lay down there. Close your eyes and get a little nap. And when you wake up, I'm sure everything will seem better.
Bianca: I doubt it.
Jack: Me, too, but that's what people always say. I guess you feel like the whole world's been ganging up on you lately, huh, kiddo?
Bianca: No, not the whole world. Just one person.
Jack: Well, I'll tell you one thing you can count on. I love you with all my heart, and that will never, ever change.

Greenlee: Please, Grandfather? I just -- I just visited Leo in jail. If you could see how scared and sad he looked -- it was pitiful.
Woodruff: You are supposed to look miserable as hell when they lock you up. I mean, that's the whole point of the justice system. It's designed as a punishment, not a reward.
Greenlee: But Leo doesn't belong in a place like that. Can't you get him out?
Woodruff: Now, why would I want to help that thief?
Greenlee: Because I love him!
Woodruff: Oh, great woolly mammoth.
Greenlee: Don't make fun of me, Granddaddy.
Woodruff: I'm trying to understand here. But this conversation is taking on a very familiar ring. Now, last time it was Ryan Lavery you loved, and I spent millions of dolls propping up his business --
Greenlee: I made a mistake with Ryan, ok? I can't explain why my feelings for Ryan weren't real and my feelings for Leo are. I just know that when I walked into that cell today and I saw Leo there, I suddenly realized that I had feelings for him that I've never felt for anyone. Except maybe you, Grandfather.
Woodruff: Oh, no. Buttering me up is not going to work this time.
Greenlee: Can't you just trust me on this? Leo really cares about me. I couldn't -- I couldn't bear it to see him punished.
Woodruff: All right, I'll talk to your boyfriend.
Greenlee: Thank you, Gramps. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're the greatest.
Woodruff: Oh, no, no, no. Hold on, hold on. I said I'd talk to him, that's all.
Greenlee: Well, once you see how sincere he is, you'll have the charges dropped.
Woodruff: Yeah --
Greenlee: I'm sure of it.
Woodruff: Well, I wouldn't bet your inheritance on that, my dear.

Ryan: What happened to me? I guess I just felt I needed to get my priorities in order.
Tad: Have you?
Ryan: Yes, I have. I think that this is my big shot, Tad, and I want to put everything I have into it. I don't want to look back at this 10 years from now and feel like I didn't give it 100%.
Tad: All right. I'm in.
Ryan: Beautiful. Beautiful. I have a meeting with the investment house later this afternoon. We'll get the details all straight, and we'll fax them over.
Tad: Ok.
Ryan: Great.

[Bianca dreams}

Bianca: Mother, talk to me. Tell me what you feel.
Erica: I have tried every way I know how. In my entire life I have never tried harder at anything. But I simply cannot love you.

Bianca: Mommy! Mommy!

Ryan: Hey, Gillian. What's up, Jake?
Jake: Are we interrupting here?
Tad: No, we're done.
Jake: Oh.
Ryan: No, I was just explaining to Tad how I'm planning to take incredibledreams public. And we are planning to have a big celebration, big party, and I would like you guys to join us if you can.
Jake: Well, thanks. We'll try.
Ryan: Well, I'm going to get going. Take care.

Jake: Ahem. So, so, big brother, are you planning to take off in the corporate jet here to Brazil or London this afternoon?
Tad: I don't think so. Why?
Jake: Well, Gillian and I were wondering if we could fly to New York this evening.
Tad: Why not?
Jake: You mean it?
Tad: Absolutely. Pilot's on call 24 hours. I'll just call the strip and make sure it's not being maintenanced.
Jake: Wow. Wow, this was so easy. Could I have a house in the Hamptons, too?
Tad: Don't push your luck, ok? This is expensive.

[Gillian leaves the rooms and finds Ryan on the phone]

Ryan: Yeah, absolutely. Just don't do anything until I get there, ok? All right.

Gillian: Ryan, wait.

Leo: I want you to know, sir, that I am truly sorry that I took that money. I honestly don't know what possessed me.
Woodruff: Oh, skip the snow job, son. We both know what possessed you -- greed, pure and simple. You saw that suitcase full of cash, and your eyes lit up like a slot machine.
Leo: Yeah, I know that now. And I knew that then. It was wrong.
Woodruff: It's amazing what the prospect of prison will do to a man's conscience, isn't it? You may be able to hypnotize Greenlee, but everyone else in our family sees you for what you are, du Pres -- an unscrupulous gold digger who's never earned an honest dime in his life and doesn't plan to start now.
Leo: Hold on, Sir.
Woodruff: Worse than that -- you bring out all my granddaughter's worst character traits and tendencies.
Leo: Now, I think that you might be overlooking some of my better qualities.
Woodruff: They're going to love that smart mouth of yours up in Statesville.
Leo: I'm sorry. I don't mean to sass you, Sir.
Woodruff: Leo, that's who you are. Stop apologizing. I'm still going to offer you a deal. I'm willing to go to the district attorney and tell him I'm not going to press charges, and I'll make sure you're released from this cell this very afternoon.
Leo: That's extremely magnanimous of you, Sir.
Woodruff: Oh, well, you haven't heard it all yet. I'm even willing to give you back the million dollars you stole from me, and you can keep it.
Leo: Ok, and what exactly do I have to do to earn this incredible generosity?
Woodruff: It's very simple, du Pres. You take the money, fly back to Europe. All you have to do is promise never to see my granddaughter again.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Jack: I think you should get over here, and I mean right now.

Greenlee: You want to move in with me one minute and then sell me out the next?

David: What can I do for you?

Tad: Your husband's in there waiting for you.