Leo: I would've thought Bianca would've at least made it into the dining room before she freaked out.
Greenlee: I wouldn't have taken that bet. She's used to solving her problems in a bathroom stall.
Leo: And you wonder why people call you a bitch.
Greenlee: The girl's in rehab for an eating disorder. Get real. Wait! Where are you going?
Leo: I'm going to go see if Blanca's all right.
Greenlee: But Wade could show up any minute and do something to me.
Leo: What exactly do you expect me to do if Wade shows up?
Greenlee: What you do best -- save my butt.

Bianca: Ok, don't freak out. You're fine. These people only wish you the best.

Woman: Hi.
Bianca: Hi.
Woman: Are you ok? I saw you kind of hyperventilating when you came in.
Bianca: Was it that obvious?
Woman: Only when you've been there yourself.
Bianca: Are you hiding in here, too?
Woman: Oh, "hiding" is such an ugly word. I prefer "regrouping." My name's Allison. Allison Jones.
Bianca: Hi, I'm Bianca.
Allison: Bianca, I know -- the guest of honor.
Bianca: How weird is this? Supposedly this is my party and we've never even met.
Allison: Oh, don't apologize. My parents are friends with your mom. Oh, I'd be dying if all this was for me.
Bianca: I was barely in the room before I totally froze.
Allison: Party freeze.
Bianca: It's just, like -- it's the thought of having to talk to all those people I don't know.
Allison: Worrying about impressing everyone, spilling your drink.
Bianca: Not getting spinach caught between your teeth.
Allison: I already failed that test tonight. You want to share your misery? We could stick together.
Bianca: Really?
Allison: I could use someone at my side as much as you.
Bianca: Wow. Guess I can't spend the rest of the night in here.
Allison: You find us a corner to hide in and I'll be right out.
Bianca: Cool.

Allison: If the rest of the night is this easy, I've got a major scoop.

Erica: Well, Jack. It's been a lo time since you've had me on your arm.
Jack: Yes.
Erica: How does that feel?
Jack: It's always an honor, Erica.
Erica: Good answer.
Jack: Thank you.
Erica: Thank you.
Jack: And you receive kudos for getting ready at record pace.
Erica: Well --
Jack: I mean, I can't actually believe I'm going to actually see you show up at a social event on time.
Erica: Jack. Anyhow, this evening is all about Bianca. I wasn't going to be late, not for a second. I just have to be sure that every single detail is absolutely perfect, Jack, you know, right down to every petal on every single flower. Oh, and my biggest coup was that I landed O-Town. O-town is going to be here tonight. And the band's manager has arranged a really special favor for me. I've got to thank him for that. Oh, Bianca is going to be thrilled.
Jack: Yeah, well, I don't know if I'd count on that. I have yet to hear her refer to this party with anything other than dread in her voice.
Erica: Oh, Jack, it's just going to take a little effort, you know, to get her to relax.
Jack: Yes, yes, but, Erica, why should she have to make that effort, you know?
Erica: Because, Jack, once she does, she's just going to have the time of her life, that's why, and that's all I want for her.

Erica: Bianca! Oh, honey, what's the matter? You seem a little jumpy.
Bianca: I'm a little nervous, Mom.
Jack: Well, that's to be expected, which is why your Uncle Jack is here. You just take my arm and I'll beat back the crowd with my bare hands.
Erica: Oh, Jack, you're not going to have to beat off anybody. Our guests won't bite. Oh, honey, come over here.
Bianca: Oh, Mom, please --
Erica: Honey, I just want to be sure that this hair is right where it should be.

Ryan: How did it go in there? How did Jake deal with it?
Gillian: I never saw any of this turn out the way it has.
Ryan: Neither of us had. Neither of us did.
Gillian: Jake apologized to me for the way he left Pine Valley.
Ryan: Ok. So you couldn't -- you couldn't tell him about us, could you?
Gillian: No, Ryan, I couldn't. Look at the situation we're in.
Ryan: I see the situation, Gillian. I just risked my life, your life, my company to get Jake out of Chechnya to try and do the right thing.
Gillian: I know that, Ryan, and that's exactly what I'm trying to do now. I'm trying to do the right thing.
Ryan: I know, I know, you said you needed to see him in person. See him in person, to tell him in person that you needed a divorce.
Gillian: And I will, but he's in a lot of pain right now. How can I just add to that?
Ryan: Gillian, are you falling in love with him?

Jake: Well, with these pain meds, I'm looking to manage it right around a level four.
Joe: My son the MD.
Jake: Dad, I just keep thinking I wouldn't be here if I'd just been faster.
Joe: Been slower, Ryan and Gillian wouldn't be here. Don't think I'll ever get tired of telling you how proud I am of you. I want everyone back home to know what happened, what you did.
Jake: You'd have done the same thing.
Joe: Mm-hmm.
Jake: So you mentioned Ryan. Is he still here?
Joe: Yes, yes, he is.
Jake: Why?

Gillian: Ryan, I care about Jake, but that can never compare to what I feel for you. Don't you know that?
Ryan: I thought I did.

Bianca: Mom, my hair's fine.
Erica: I know, Sweetheart. I just want you to look your best.
Bianca: I thought I already did.
Jack: And you do, you do.
Erica: Yes.
Bianca: You know, Mom, I just want people to like me for who I am, not because I'm some kind of poseur.
Erica: Oh, Honey, of course people are going to like you for who you are.
Jack: Absolutely, starting with me. But I must tell you, your mother is not wrong. You look absolutely stunning, not a molecule out of place.
Bianca: Thank you, Uncle Jack.
Jack: You're welcome.
Bianca: I really just wish my dad would show up.
Erica: Oh, Honey, I really don't understand why you needed to invite your father, anyhow.
Bianca: Mom, is it so wrong for me to want a friendly face around here?
Erica: Bianca, you -- you act as if you think people are here to criticize you.
Bianca: I know how people talk.
Erica: Oh, Honey, don't do that. Don't be so hard on yourself. There are going to be tons of guests here who know you and like you. I promise. You'll see.

Jack: Here's someone right now.
Hayley: Hey! Hi.
Becca: Ms. Kane, hi. Bianca, you look great.
Bianca: Thank you. So do you.
Hayley: Let me tell you ladies something -- you really know how to pack them in. This place is a mob scene.
Erica: See, Honey? Didn't I tell you? And you remember Adam Chandler Jr.?
Bianca: Yeah, it's really nice to see you again, Junior.
Junior: You, too. So are you starting school here again?
Bianca: No, no. I'm starting late in Seattle.
Erica: Hayley, how is Adam and how is Stuart?
Hayley: It's a miracle -- two halves of a whole, back together again.
Junior: He's off the critical list.
Erica: Oh, that's wonderful. I'm so glad to hear that.

Myrtle: Well, well, well. Hello, everybody!
Erica: Myrtle!
Myrtle: Hello, Darling!
Erica: Oh, it's so wonderful to see you here.
Myrtle: Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Oh, Bianca. You are looking beautiful.
Bianca: Oh, thank you.

[Orchestra plays]

Myrtle: Beautiful.
Jack: Believe that's our musical cue. Yes, indeed it is. Well, shall we?
Erica: Yes, by all means. Bianca?
Jack: I want you to listen to me. When you get in this other room, I want you to imagine all those people are standing around in their underwear and the conversation will sparkle. Yes, they'll be asking themselves, "why is that girl laughing all the time, is she crazy," but the conversation, my dear, will sparkle. Come on, let's go. Oops.

Leo: Using me as a human shield, Greenlee. That's subtle.
Greenlee: Well, Wade could have people anywhere.

[Greenlee gasps]

Leo: Would you calm down, please?
Greenlee: I thought he had something in his hand. What was he holding?
Leo: A pen, Greenlee. Nobody is going to kill you here. Wade doesn't like attracting attention to himself.
Greenlee: I'll keep hope alive. But you'll still take a bullet for me, right?
Leo: Now that would be true love.

Maitre d': Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please? The guest of honor, Ms. Bianca Montgomery, escorted by her mother, Ms. Erica Kane, and her Uncle, Mr. Jackson Montgomery.

Mateo: Would you call that a smile on Blanca's face?
Hayley: Poor kid looks like she wants to crawl into a hole.

Jack: So many people, so much underwear. Just remember that.

Reporter: Ms. Kane, can you give us a statement?
Second reporter: Bianca --
Erica: Honey, please. Sweetheart, just take your hands away from your face. It's all right.
Bianca: Mom, you said no press.
Erica: Honey, I did not ask these people here. I have no idea how they found out about this. It must have leaked out somehow.
Jack: The cream of Pine Valley's crop invited to the Valley Inn by Erica Kane. How could a thing possibly leak out?
Erica: No, not now, Jack, please.

Jack: Look, guys, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm afraid you're on a short leash and an egg timer. 60 Seconds. That's all you've got, ok, please?
Erica: At least, Honey, everybody here is from the most reputable magazines and newspapers -- I mean, "The Herald," "The Times of Paris" --
Bianca: What, so my face gets splashed on every magazine in the world?
Erica: No, Honey, only the very best ones, really.
I want you all to be on your best behavior, now. Otherwise, I really am going to have to ask this big, strong maitre d' to show you the door.
Photographer: Erica, how about one with you and Bianca, please?
Erica: Honey, just be nice just for a minute because if you give them what they want, then they go away.

Jack: Well, you see how the sharks swim away when they smell fresh blood elsewhere.
Bianca: It's fine by me.
Erica: Dimitri should know better. Using Blanca's party as a press conference?

Reporter: That is you, isn't it, Count Andrassy?
Dimitri: Yes, in the flesh.
Reporter: You were presumed dead.
Dimitri: Well, incorrectly, as you can see.
Reporter: We heard that you were terminally ill.
Dimitri: Yes, yes, I was, and I owe my survival to my wife, Dr. Alexandra Marick.
Reporter: Ms. Marick, how does it feel to have your husband back?
Alex: It feels like he never left.

Erica: Aren't you going to do something about this? I mean, that's your fiancée over there.
Edmund: That's Dimitri's wife, and I suggest you start thinking of her that way.
Erica: Oh, well, they're making a fool out of you.
Edmund: Erica, as a courtesy, I'll explain it to you once. What you're seeing is the natural order being restored, and my private life is going to remain private. There will be no dissension, no discussion, and no puppet show for the press. Got it?

Allison: How's it going?
Bianca: I'm still getting over that press attack.
Allison: Yeah, animals. I bet you're counting the minutes until you can get out of here.
Bianca: I didn't want this party in the first place, but my Mom insisted, and now everything that I was afraid of happenings coming true.
Allison: Can you believe Dimitri Marick showed up when he did?
Bianca: Oh, he totally bailed me out. But, you know, my Mom hates to be upstaged.
Allison: Are you saying that Erica feels upstaged even when it's not her party? You look like you could use a soda.
Bianca: Oh, no, you don't have to do that.
Allison: No problem.

Hayley: Hey.
Bianca: Hey, guys.
Hayley: Keep waiting. Listen, that press ambush was a bit out of line, don't you think?
Bianca: Hmm. Of course, Mom thinks they were just doing their jobs.
Hayley: Yeah, well, don't you worry about it. Jack and Mateo have a plan to toss them out already.
Junior: And I will help.
Bianca: Like a ballroom brawl?
Hayley: You betcha.
Mateo: Ooh, sounds like fun.
Junior: Just say the word.
Bianca: That's very sweet, but I don't want to cause a fuss.
Jack: Well, what would you say to a dance?
Bianca: I don't know, Uncle Jack.
Jack: Bianca, let me tell you something -- your safest place is with me on that dance floor. You don't know who your mother's going to spring on you next.
Bianca: Good point.
Jack: Ok.
Bianca: All right, just steer me away from any photographers.
Jack: You got it. I'll fog up the lenses.
Hayley: Have a good time.
Jack: You bet.

Hayley: Hmm. You know, something tells me you just missed your big chance.
Junior: Ok, yes, I did want to ask Bianca to a dance.
Mateo: You didn't see Jack coming, did you?
Junior: No. But I'm sure he's taking care of her tonight.
Mateo: Mm-hmm.
Hayley: Don't worry. You'll get another chance.
Mateo: Yes, especially after I teach you the art of cutting in. Feast your eyes on this.
Hayley: Oh, feast.
Mateo: All right. Now, tap me on my shoulder when I give you the word, ok? See, we're dancing.
Hayley: We're dancing.

Leo: Sorry I missed my chance to escort you in, Bianca.
Bianca: Oh, I was the one who ran out of the room.
Leo: So what's the damage report so far?
Bianca: Nothing serious. How about you guys?
Leo: Well, as you can see, Greenlee's still hanging on to me for dear life.
Bianca: She's in good hands.

Jack: Greenlee looks more nervous than you.
Bianca: It's nothing. I wonder where my dad is.
Jack: Oh, I'm sure he'll be walking through that door anytime now.

Greenlee: I'm glad my grandfather's not here tonight. Wade Randall would be all over him.
Leo: Where has Woody been lately?
Greenlee: I told you, he's relaxing in the sun. Should be gone for a few days.
Leo: Or cutting his trip short. Try not to scream.
Greenlee: Oh, no, no, no, no. I love the man to death, but why does he always show up where I don't want him to?

Jake: You know, I understand why Gillian wanted to find me. But Ryan -- wouldn't exactly call him a friend. Why do you think this man wanted to risk his life in a war zone halfway around the world to rescue his ex-wife's husband?
Joe: I think maybe Ryan was trying to refurbish his image back home, and maybe helping Gillian was part of that process, you know. In any case, in any case, the only motivation that really matters is your wife's, and I can see how much Gillian loves you.
Jake: That's what I want to believe, Dad.

Gillian: Ryan, please tell me you know how much I love you. I wish I could be in your arms right now.
Ryan: How long do we have to wait, Gillian?
Gillian: I don't want anything to interfere with Jake's recovery.
Ryan: Neither do I. I don't. Of course I don't. But that could take a long time.
Gillian: Listen, none of this has worked out the way I planned it to. I wanted to get home quickly with Jake and then tell him the truth as soon as possible.
Ryan: Instead, he takes a bullet and saves our lives. I keep wishing that was me.
Gillian: Ryan, you saved all our lives. If it weren't for you, if you didn't kill that sniper, we would all be dead by now.
Ryan: Ok, this isn't about who's more noble, Gillian. I -- I love you. I want to be with you.
Gillian: And I love you with all my heart. But you have to be patient.
Ryan: I have been patient. I've been very patient. He left you, Gillian. What do you feel that you owe him?
Gillian: A chance to heal.

Joe: Am I interrupting?
Ryan: No, we were -- we were just talking about travel plans, you know, getting back to Pine Valley.
Gillian: Do you know when Jake will be discharged?
Joe: He's anxious to get back home as soon as possible, but he has to be stable enough to fly.
Gillian, Jake has been asking to see you.
Gillian: I'll go talk to him.

Ryan: Well, I'm going to go get a cup of coffee or something.
Joe: Ryan, could we have a moment?

Woodruff: Greenlee? What -- what are you doing?
Millicent: What are you up to, Little Lady?
Greenlee: I know how you two hate crowds.
Woodruff: Well, at the airport maybe, but we know everybody here.
Millicent: Listen, you may have snowed me in the past, but don't expect to do that now. What are you up to?
Greenlee: Granddaddy, I thought you were on an extended trip. Why you back so soon?
Woodruff: Well, your grandmother insisted I come home early so I could escort her tonight.
Greenlee: Big mistake.
Millicent: Why?
Greenlee: Well, it's just a shame that you have to spoil Granddaddy's fun, that's all.
Woodruff: Oh, don't worry, Greenlee. I came here tonight to have a good time with your grandmother. Now, point me to the dance floor, huh?
Greenlee: Remember your heart, Gramps.
Woodruff: Hey, now the ticker is fine. Nothing like a little quick trip to make you feel bulletproof.

Millicent: Oh, there's Erica.
Woodruff: Buck up, Greenlee. I'm going to have fun tonight even if it kills me.
Leo: Good evening, Sir.
Woodruff: Oh. Oh, yes, how are you? Yeah.

Leo: Doesn't look like they're leaving any time soon.
Greenlee: Not even close.
Leo: Let's just hang out, see what happens, and mix in with the crowd.
Greenlee: You got my back?
Leo: Always. And a lovely back it is. Now, come on, let's go. Looking good, Count Miracula.
Dimitri: Uh, yeah, thank you, thank you.

Dimitri: Who was that?
Alex: That's David's brother.
Dimitri: Not another doctor, hopefully.
Alex: No, no, we can all sleep safe at night. Thank you.
Dimitri: Thank you.
Photographer: Thanks.
Alex: I wonder how long until the novelty of your resurrection will wear off.
Dimitri: Not until they get a better story.
Alex: Hmm.
Dimitri: What?
Alex: Thank you.
Dimitri: For what?
Alex: For giving me a happy ending.
Dimitri: Oh, is that the feeling I'm feeling right now, too?
Alex: Yeah.
Dimitri: Yeah?

Erica: Trying to turn them into stone?
Edmund: You think it's possible?
Erica: Well, I think at the very least you could take a sledgehammer to Alex and smash her into a million smithereens.
Edmund: Don't you have guests to attend to, Erica?
Erica: Well, why bother? They all seem quite content to witness the vulgar display on the dance floor.
Edmund: Oh, I think they dance very well together.
Erica: Oh, Edmund, come on. You don't need to play the civilized man with me. I'm sure that inside you're just burning up.
Edmund: Erica, I've survived challenges before. Why make this any different?
Erica: Because you haven't loved another woman since Maria.
Edmund: Alex and I took a chance. It didn't work.
Erica: Well, she certainly dragged Dimitri here just to upstage Bianca and to certainly rub your nose in it.
Edmund: Does it look like he was dragged here, Erica?
Erica: We both know that Dimitri is much too much of a gentleman to say no, even to such a tasteless display as this, and we both know he would never do anything to hurt Bianca. But what I can't get over, Edmund, is you just standing by. I mean, there was a time when you wouldn't let any man get the better of you.
Edmund: Well, we both know, Erica, that Dimitri is not just any man, right?

Erica: Robert, Robert.
Robert: Yes, Ms. Kane?
Erica: Excuse me. I'd like you to do something for me.

[Orchestra stops]

[Applause]

Erica: Would you -- would you ask the orchestra to play something for me?
Robert: Of course, of course.

Dimitri: You know how stubborn I am.
Alex: Yes, I do.
Dimitri: Dixie Martin has me beaten by a mile.

[Orchestra plays]

Dimitri: She stuck to me like Velcro the whole time.
Alex: What is it?
Dimitri: What? Oh, oh, nothing. Just sort of a sound from long ago.
Alex: Oh.

Erica: Dimitri?
Dimitri: Hi. Hi. Did you ask them to play this?
Alex: Then you remember.
Dimitri: Yeah. And it was a wonderful gesture. And thank you for inviting us to the party, but we're going to call it an early evening.
Alex: Good night.
Dimitri: Excuse us. Good night.

Edmund: Guys getting ready to go?
Dimitri: Yeah, yeah, Alex and I are.
Edmund: All right. Tell Bianca thank you.
Erica: Yes.
Dimitri: Erica, it was wonderful seeing Bianca again.
Alex: Good night.

Erica: Well, they certainly wasted no time training you.
Edmund: What?
Erica: They're leading you around by the nose.
Edmund: Thank you for your support.

Erica: Bianca, stop hiding. Come on, let me introduce you to some more people, ok?
Bianca: If I have to.
Erica: You know something, Bianca? This entire party is for you. A little smidgen of cooperation would really go a long way to making it a little bit easier on me.

Leo: It's almost over, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Yeah, I don't know how much more I can take.
Leo: Well, looks like your grandparents have made the rounds. They should be leaving soon.
Greenlee: I'm going to go encourage that idea.

Leo: Becca. You look great.
Becca: You're here with Greenlee.
Leo: Not really. I'm just kind of helping her out.
Becca: As long as I've known you, you're always helping Greenlee.
Leo: We're buddies.
Becca: Anyone with two eyes in their brain can see that you guys are more than buddies. You have something real with Greenlee. Stop teasing each other. Admit it.
Leo: What kind of advice is that?
Becca: What are you so afraid of, Leo? That a friendship with your buddy could actually turn into something real?

Leo: Excuse me. Could I speak to your granddaughter for a moment?
Woodruff: You mean our chaperone?
Millicent: By all means, take her off our hands. She's like a clinging vine.

Greenlee: What's the deal? You know I don't want to leave them alone.
Leo: Greenlee, Erica's got bodybuilders for security. Your grandparents will be fine. This will just take a minute.
Greenlee: What?
Leo: Not here. In private.

Junior: You party's great so far, Bianca.
Bianca: Oh, it's not really my party. I mean, it's for me, but it's not like I asked for it or anything.
Junior: It's still kind of fun. You know, I was wondering --

Allison: I've been looking all over for you, Bianca. You want to take a break?
Junior: That's what we were doing.
Bianca: Oh, I'm sorry. Allison, do you know Adam Chandler Jr.?
Allison: Hi.

Alison: Oh, is this music driving you crazy or what? Boring.
Bianca: I've already started the final countdown until I can get out of here.
Allison: If pint-size over there asks you to dance, wink at me and I'll come to your rescue.
Bianca: Oh, Junior's cute. Besides, he's a friend.
Allison: You know, I've always heard your mom knew how to work a room, but I've never seen her in action.
Bianca: Pretty impressive, huh?
Allison: It must be getting on your nerves.
Bianca: What do you mean? I -- I mean, it's just a way that my mom and I are different. She likes the spotlight, I don't. No biggie.
Allison: Well, that's why I was kind of surprised to hear that your mom was throwing this shindig.
Bianca: Why? What do you mean?
Allison: Well, it just seemed a little insensitive after your rehab and stuff, making you be here, pretending nothing's wrong.
Bianca: Nothing is wrong.
Allison: That's not what I heard from your roommate.
Bianca: What?
Allison: Your roommate at the clinic.
Bianca: How do you know her?
Allison: I just do.
Bianca: You said your parents were friends of my mom. Who are your parents?
Allison: Um, they didn't come tonight.
Bianca: How do they know my mom?
Allison: Well, Erica Kane knows a lot of people.
Bianca: You're lying.
Allison: Bianca.
Bianca: You know what gave you away? Bad manners. My mother doesn't have friends with children rude enough to pry into my personal life.
Allison: It won't look good if you get upset, Bianca. Why don't we go sit down.
Bianca: Who are you? How did you get here? Mateo, can you help me out here?
Mateo: Sure. What's up?
Allison: Calm down.
Bianca: This person, whoever she is, is asking me questions that I would never answer.
Mateo: Like what?
Allison: All right, all right. I'm not a friend of your mom's.
Hayley: I smell a Donald Steele moment here. Who do you work for?
Allison: In fact, Donald taught me quite a bit. I'm a reporter from "The Exposer." Bianca, just a few words.
Bianca: No, no.
Mateo: Let's go. Come on. You're not invited here.
Hayley: Bye.

Erica: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please? I'd like to introduce some very special guests. They're making an exclusive appearance just for my daughter, Bianca. Fresh from their series "Making The Band," please help me welcome O-Town!

[Cheers and applause]

Allison: Nice touch.
Hayley and Mateo: Shut up.

Erica: Bianca, will you come up here, please?
Erica: The band would like to sing something especially for you.

[Music plays]

[O-Town sings]

Joe: Coming all this way to help Gillian save her husband was a very selfless thing to do.
Ryan: Jake's the one who took the bullet. I think I owe him.
Joe: Well, well, I think you're probably even on that score. I don't know. Anyway, as I came in I heard you were discussing flights back home. I'm sure you're anxious to leave. You have a business to run, that kind of thing, but we can't move Jake until he's more stable and he's stronger. Gillian, of course, will stay by her husband until then. Oh. I think that's Jake's test result. Look, Ryan, I know, I know you understand that a man and a woman need time out to heal after being through an ordeal like this. I mean heal not just physically but emotionally as well, without outside interference, if you take my meaning.
Ryan: Yes, sir. I do.
Joe: Good, good. Then we have an understanding?

Nurse: The doctor will be in to review the results.
Gillian: Jake, what are you trying to do?
Jake: I just need to see that chart. The surgeon said something to me post-op. I was still groggy.
Gillian: You doctors have to know everything, don't you?
Jake: That's right.
Gillian: Jake?
Jake: This doc's handwriting's worse than mine.
Gillian: No. No, that's not it, Jake. What is it? Jake?

Erica: Ladies and gentlemen, O-Town!

Erica: And now I have a very special surprise for our guest of honor, my beautiful Bianca. And I believe that Ashley Angel would like to ask her something. Bianca, Ashley has a question for you.
Ashley: Bianca, may I have this dance with you?

[Bianca runs out of the room]

Greenlee: You brought me out here to say something, and so far not a word.
Leo: Well, I'm not -- I'm not really very good at this, but --
Greenlee: Is something wrong?
Leo: No, nothing's wrong. Everything's right.
Greenlee: Ok, we're getting somewhere. What's right, exactly?
Leo: You haven't noticed?
Greenlee: What?
Leo: How we deal with each other. That I'm always -- I'm always trying to help you out, trying to -- to rescue you. I think it's because -- I don't know.

Derek: Greenlee Smythe?
Leo: Hey, Lieutenant.
Greenlee: Why so formal?
Derek: Because I'm here about a police matter.
Greenlee: Oh?
Derek: I have to ask you some questions.
Greenlee: About what?
Derek: Embezzlement, fraud. Money laundering tops the list so far. Why don't you -- why don't you come with me quietly and go down to the station? We can save you some embarrassment.

Gillian: Jake, you're scaring me. Tell me what is on that chart.
Jake: Just some confusing numbers that I'm trying to calculate.
Gillian: The pain medicine must be making you loopy.
Joe: Saw the nurse come in a minute ago.
Jake: She brought back the test results, Dad.
Joe: Yeah, thank you.
Gillian: Well, I'll leave you guys alone so you can calculate this. I'll be right back.
Jake: Ok.

Joe: Well, I'm sure you're thinking worst-case scenario and all that. There are no certainties.
Jake: You and I both know the odds.
Joe: It's far too early to tell. It could get better in time.
Jake: Or worse.

Ryan: How is he?
Gillian: He's talking to Joe.
Ryan: Your father-in-law just gave me my walking papers.
Gillian: Joe told you to go home?
Ryan: Well, he made it pretty clear that I'm not wanted here.
Gillian: What were his exact words?
Ryan: That a husband and wife need time alone to heal.
Gillian: Ryan, he's Jake's father. Of course he's going to say that.
Ryan: Gillian, as -- as hard as it is for me to leave, Joe's right. It's time for me to go.
Gillian: No, Ryan.
Ryan: Yes. We have no choice.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN
Ryan: So your father said you want to talk to me.

Leo: Run, Greenlee, run.

Hayley: Whatever happened to that reporter?
Mateo: Why, what are you up to? You're not going to take her on, are you?
Hayley: Are you in?

Erica: Well, that was completely humiliating.
Jack: For you or for Bianca?