Derek: Come on, let's go.
Greenlee: Wait! Stop! No -- what are you talking about?
Leo: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Derek: What the hell do you think you're doing, du Pres? Don't you ever put your hands on me again.
Leo: Ok, I'm sorry. But for the record, you've got this all wrong.
Derek: Well, thank you. I'll include that in my notes. Let's go.
Greenlee: But I didn't embezzle anything and I didn't launder any money. You've made a mistake.
Leo: Oh, no surprise there. The Pine Valley Police Department. To protect and serve and harass innocent people, right? First, me. Now Greenlee. Who's next? Jamie Martin? Armed robbery --
Derek: No, but you know what? I am but two seconds off from arresting you again.
Leo: Are you arresting her officially or what?
Derek: Greenlee's been named in an ongoing white-collar crime investigation. Now, should I charge you officially, or do you want to come down to the station voluntarily and answer some questions?
Leo: No, no, she's not going anywhere with you.
Derek: If she is innocent, she's got nothing to worry about. But if she's covering something up, that's a different story altogether.
Leo: No. Run, Greenlee! Run!
Derek: Get off -- what -- get off of me!
Leo: Run!

Erica: May I have everyone's attention, please? Well, that just goes to show you can never tell with high concepts. But I assure you my daughter's hasty retreat from the party was no reflection whatsoever on the wonderful performance of O-Town. I mean, they had to leave because they had another engagement. But weren't they terrific? Yes. Well, my daughter just wasn't in the mood to dance. But that's not going to affect us, right? I mean, have a great time. I want everybody just to enjoy yourselves.

[Music starts]

[Erica laughs]

Hayley: Nobody's dancing.
Mateo: Yeah.
Hayley: That means it's up to us.
Mateo: Translation -- let's go out there and shake our thing.
Hayley: It's a funky job, but somebody's got to do it.

Jack: Nice going.
Erica: Well, thank you. I really had no choice, did I? I mean, my own daughter bolts from this party that was given for her. And I went to a lot of trouble to get o-town to play for her. I really think I had to save face for both of us.
Myrtle: And you did. Sweetheart, we've all experienced stage fright at some time or another, right?
Erica: But, Myrtle, that was completely humiliating.
Jack: For you or for Bianca? Look, unlike you, Bianca does not like to be the center of attention. She avoids it whenever possible. By putting her in that dance, you put her front and center.
Erica: Jack, it's a little difficult to avoid being the center of attention when the party is in your honor.
Jack: Just -- please, don't make me think about it, ok? Please.
Myrtle: Darling, Bianca is a very private person. And you just have to have patience, right?
Erica: Well, the thing is there is a fine line between patience and indulgence. No, I have got to get to the bottom of this behavior before it turns more destructive.
Jack: Erica, wait -- you're just going --

Bianca: Daddy, please pick up your cell phone.

[Bianca sighs]

Bianca: Daddy, I really need you. I -- where are you? What's taking you so long? I -- I need you to take me away from this disaster. Please, Daddy.

Gillian: You're giving me an ultimatum, Ryan?
Ryan: I wouldn't do that. I'm just saying that me leaving is the only choice that we have left.
Gillian: Jake's on a lot of pain medication. He can barely sit up.
Ryan: I know that. I know that.

[Gillian sighs]

Gillian: Ryan, I -- I want to tell Jake the truth, and I will, but he's in a lot of pain. I can't just add to that.
Ryan: Remember that secrets are what sent him to Chechnya in the first place, Gillian.
Gillian: Me lying about Colby is what sent him to Chechnya.
Ryan: You kept the truth from him because you wanted to spare him a broken heart. But you couldn't do it then, and you -- and you can't do it now.
Gillian: I have to make sure Jake's ok before I tell him. Joe and Jake have had a chance to talk, so I'm going to go -- I'm going to go and see.

Joe: We won't know anything until the swelling goes down.
Jake: Dad, if the parasympathetic nerves are damaged even after the swelling goes down --
Gillian: What was that?
Jake: Nothing. Nothing.
Gillian: No, something is swollen. It's not nothing, so you tell me. What is it? What is the matter with Jake?
Jake: Note to self -- patient's spouse panics over slightest thing.
Gillian: What slight thing?
Joe: Jake -- Jake takes the admonition "physician, heal thyself" to heart. He's been running through every possible scenario and complication.
Jake: See, that's why they say doctors make the worst patients.
Gillian: Jake, don't patronize me. Just tell me.
Joe: Gillian, we don't mean to patronize you. Son?
Jake: I'm sorry. What we're talking about here is that when the body has excessive swelling, which happens when it sustains a trauma like this one, we have to wait until that swelling goes down. And afterwards, we'll be able to tell the extent of my spinal injury.
Joe: But there's no indication that it's anything major.
Gillian: So then you're going to be ok?
Jake: That's the plan. So don't worry that beautiful face, ok?
Gillian: I'll leave you guys to finish your conversation. I'll be back.

Ryan: That was fast. How is he? Gillian?
Gillian: Something isn't right, Ryan. As soon as I walked into the room, they both stopped talking.
Ryan: What -- did you ask them about it?
Gillian: Yeah, I did. And at first, they were joking about it, and then they gave me some medical gibberish, trying to make me realize that Jake's going to be fine and he's going to recover.
Ryan: But you think they're keeping something from you.

Leo: Run, Greenlee! Go! Ah! Ow, ow, ow, ow.
Derek: I told you not to put your hands on me! I ought to throw you in jail. Now, don't you try me again, boy!
Leo: Why didn't you run?
Greenlee: Because I'm innocent. I didn't do anything wrong.
Leo: Yeah, neither did I. But you still had to bail me out.
Derek: If you want to clear your name, Greenlee, then you'll come down to the station and answer some questions.
Greenlee: About white-collar crime?
Derek: About your involvement with Wade Randall and his constituents and how you and incredibledreams.Com figure into it.
Greenlee: We don't.
Leo: Hold on. Let me guess who told you they did. Uh -- Wade Randall?
Derek: Oh, that's good, smart guy. But then, he is your pal, right?
Leo: No, he's not.
Greenlee: Lt. Frye, I'll tell you whatever you want. Let's just go. Right now, ok? Leo: Greenlee, I'm trying to help you out here.
Greenlee: If you really want to help me, distract my grandparents while I get out of here. Too late.
Leo: Greenlee, I'm not letting you go to the police station by yourself.
Greenlee: I'll be fine. I'm counting on you, Leo.
Leo: Make sure you wear the kid gloves, Lieutenant.
Derek: Bye, Leo.

Millicent: Hello. Leo. Where did Greenlee dash off to?
Leo: Uh, Greenlee had to run a quick errand for Erica. She's been helping with Blanca's party. In fact, Erica said that she couldn't have done all this without her.
Millicent: Greenlee working for Erica Kane. Now, that's unusual.
Woodruff: Yeah, for both of them.
Leo: How about drinks? Martinis?
Woodruff: Why not?
Millicent: Now, Woody, you know better than that.
Woodruff: Oh, come on. One is not going to hurt anybody. Relax. You know, I've been very uptight at this party.
Leo: Champagne?

Erica: How could you behave that way? Do you have any idea how much trouble it was to book o-town to play at your party? They're right in the middle of a big promotional tour. And running out on Ashley Angel that way -- that was embarrassing, but it was also just plain rude. Oh, don't turn away and sulk. No, that's your answer for everything these days. Bianca, I have tried and tried to reach out to you, and all you do is turn away and sulk. And I have had it up to here with that behavior, with that attitude. I've had it. Now, you are going to talk to me right now, young lady. What is it? What do you have to say for yourself?
Bianca: You promised me no press.
Erica: And you're mad at me about that? Bianca, I already explained to you I have no idea how they found out about this. Word must've leaked out somehow. And they were harmless, weren't they? I mean, they took pictures of us at our entrance, and then they left you alone, didn't they? And, Honey, let me tell you something. These reporters and photographers are reputable. They will give us photo approval.
Bianca: Mom, they weren't all reputable. There was a woman here from a tabloid newspaper.
Erica: Who? Who? You point her out to me.
Bianca: I'm sure she's long gone by now.
Erica: Well, did she say anything?
Bianca: Yes! Yes! We met in here earlier. And we started talking. I thought she was being my friend. And then right before the band came out, she came up to me and started talking to me about my rehab. She had even talked to my roommate at the clinic.
Erica: Oh, Honey. Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. That's terrible. That's terrible.
Bianca: And then she started talking to me about how insensitive it was of you to throw me this party so soon after my recovery.
Erica: Oh, Honey. Well, there you have it. She's obviously trying to dig up some dirt on me. And I can see the slant right now, you know? Oh, sure. "Betty Ford mom has her daughter in rehab, too." Oh. Well, don't you worry about anything because I am not going to let her get to me.
Bianca: Everything is about you, isn't it? Even my exploitation is about you!
Erica: How can you say that? Bianca, everything I've done has been for you.
Bianca: I didn't want this party. I didn't want this dress. I didn't wt any of it. And if you had just listened to me, you would know that. But you never do.
Erica: That is so completely unfair. I asked you, didn't I? I gave you a choice. I asked you if you wanted to continue to go ahead and have this party of if you wanted to cancel it, and you said you wanted to go along with it and go ahead and have the party. You said it. You helped me plan the final arrangements.
Bianca: Oh, Mom, as if I could've said no after you had already gone to so much trouble for it.
Erica: And everything I did was for you, Bianca. I was trying so hard to get you out of your shell.
Bianca: What shell? Mom, I never wanted this. And that does not make me socially impaired or freak of the week.
Erica: But all this over a party? My goodness, you'd think I was trying to send you into battle instead of trying to help you. Bianca: This doesn't help me, Mom. It helps you you were using it as a distraction. You even admitted it. This whole thing is a PR event for you so that you can show the world that you're a supermodel, superwoman, and a supermom. Well, isn't that just super.
Erica: I think that is just cruel. You have never been so cruel. And you're so ungrateful. You should be thanking me for what I've done. And if there's been any question about my concern about your behavior, this outburst -- this really just proves it. Bianca: Oh, how would you know? You don't know me. You don't know who I am or what I want.

Millicent: I'm terribly sorry, my dears. I waited as long as I can. I have to use the facilities. Could you keep it down until I'm finished?

Woodruff: You keep looking at your watch. You wanted in surgery?
Leo: No, that would be my brother. I just have a habit of checking my watch.
Woodruff: Oh. Young man on the move, huh? You know, you remind me of me when I was your age.
Leo: Well, thank you very much, sir.
Woodruff: Well, who said that was a compliment?

Waiter: Mr. Montgomery?
Jack: Yes? Waiter: You have an urgent phone call.
Jack: I do? Well, thank you. Tough being the best lawyer in town. Excuse me, please.
Myrtle: Of course. I'll have some champagne.
Jack: You have one for me, too, will you?

Hayley: What do you make of all this, anyway?
Mateo: I'm not so sure. I think, you know, Blanca's really upset about the tabloid shark, and I think she got tired of being brave.
Hayley: I know how she feels. I feel bad for Junior, too.
Mateo: Oh --
Hayley: You know, just when he worked up the courage --
Mateo: Oh, oh!
Hayley: To ask her to dance and everything.
Mateo: I know.
Hayley: What ever happened to that reporter? Where'd she take off to?
Mateo: Why? Why? What are you up to? You're not going to take her on, are you? Hayley: Are y
ou kidding? After Arlene, I could pluck that chicken's feathers without breaking a sweat. Are you in?
Mateo: I wouldn't miss it for the world. Ahem.
Hayley: Where?
Mateo: Let's find her.
Hayley: Where?
Mateo: Here, chickie, chickie, chickie, chickie, chickie.

Becca: I can't believe it that -- Scott, that's amazing news about your dad.
Scott: Oh, I know. I feel -- I feel myself again.
Becca: You -- you did get derailed for a little while, didn't you?
Scott: Yeah. Look, I hope you can forgive me for everything I put you through.
Becca: If Stuart can forgive Arlene, I can forgive you. Welcome back, Scott.

Hayley: "The Exposer," huh?
Allison: Why do you want to know? Planning to call security and have me tossed out?
Hayley: No. No, not anymore. Actually, "The Exposer" is my favorite rag. It really is. I find it so entertaining. I mean, the mainstream press is so boring. It's no imagination, no grit.
Allison: Thanks. You should let me interview you.
Hayley: Oh, no, I don't do interviews.
Allison: An exclusive, then. Let's tell the readers how hip the host of "Wave" really is.
Hayley: Really? You really mean it?
Allison: Oh, yeah.
Hayley: Ok. Let's -- let's do it. But not here. Let's go into the lobby. You know, too many people around and everything.
Allison: Ok. I'll lead the way.
Hayley: Great.

Ryan: Why wouldn't they tell you if there was some sort of complication?
Gillian: Because maybe they're not sure. Maybe they don't want to worry me. But I have to know what's going on.
Ryan: Would that change anything?
Gillian: What are you saying?
Ryan: Well, when I asked you earlier if you still had feelings for Jake, and you said that you weren't in love with him, not the way you are with me.
Gillian: Ryan, I'll never love anybody the way I love you.
Ryan: But you're saying that his condition might be more serious than they're letting on.
Gillian: Yeah, I think so.

[Ryan sighs]

Ryan: Oh, God. I just want him to recover and be healthy. I mean, the guy saved our lives.
Gillian: Ryan, my feelings for Jake haven't changed. But he's in a lot of pain, and I can't add to that right now.
Ryan: Neither can I, Gillian. Where does that leave us? We still love each other, and we're still waiting to tell him the truth.

Joe: Ryan, Jake would like a word with you, if that's ok.
Joe: Jake wants to talk to him alone. You don't mind, huh?
Gillian: No, if that's what he wants.
Joe: Yeah. I'm going to make a call to Ruth.

Ryan: You're looking better than the last time I saw you.
Jake: I'm feeling a
lot better. Ryan: I owe you my life.
Jake: No, you don't, Ryan.
Ryan: You took a bullet for us.
Jake: Well, I'm glad I saved you, but in all honesty, my main concern was getting in between that bullet and my wife. And I'm sure you would have done the same thing if the situation was reversed.
Ryan: I guess you really don't know what you'll do until you're right in the moment. So your father said you want to talk to me.
Jake: I want to thank you for rescuing me, making it possible to get those kids to safety, and bringing my wife to me.
Ryan: First of all, Adrian had a lot to do with this. And as far as Gillian's concerned, really, we didn't have a whole lot of choice.
Jake: I've already spoken to Adrian.
Ryan: Yeah, he pretty much masterminded the whole operation.
Jake: But you funded this expedition, right? Must have cost you a bundle.
Ryan: It was something I felt I had to do. End of story.
Jake: Is it? You know, Ryan, before I left, you told me that Gillian really loved me and I was a fool not to see it and that you hoped that we'd make it. I hope I can still take you at your word.
Ryan: Your marriage is between you and Gillian.
Jake: Yes, it is.
Ryan: Well, I better let you get some rest. I hope you feel better.
Jake: Thanks.

Ryan: Where's Joe?
Gillian: He went to call Ruth. What happened? What did he say?
Ryan: Oh, he told me to back off.
Gillian: He said that?
Ryan: Not in so many words, but he made it pretty clear. And you know what? Jake and Joe are right. I've done what I came here to do, so I'm leaving.

Derek: Basically, Wade Randall's been charged on several counts.
Greenlee: Good.
Derek: But he's also cut a deal with the DEA by agreeing to turn state's evidence. And one of the names he named was yours.
Greenlee: What? That lying weasel.
Derek: You took $3 million from that lying weasel. According to him, it was a down payment for your participation in his money-laundering scheme.
Greenlee: My God. Lieutenant, why would I do something like that? I'm from one of the best families in Pine Valley.
Derek: Which makes you the perfect cover. Ideal for him.
Greenlee: That doesn't mean I'd jump on board.
Derek: You know, I came to you about Wade Randall once, remember? Told you to stay clear of this guy. But you wanted to do it your own way. You told me I was wasting my time.
Greenlee: Of course I did. You were.
Derek: I like you. I like you, Greenlee, I do. I really do. And believe it or not, I don't think you would stoop to some money-laundering scheme.
Greenlee: Thank you.
Derek: But I do think you got yourself caught up into something and I am giving you the opportunity to tell me what.
Greenlee: I have nothing to tell.
Derek: Oh. So he just pulled your name out of thin air and decided to frame you, right? Fine. Well, let's let Wade Randall do all the talking. If you don't want to answer to me, you can answer to the DA. You might want to call a lawyer. My treat.
Greenlee: No -- no, no, no. I can't, please. My grandfather can't know about this. He hasn't been well. He might have a heart attack.
Derek: Well, that's what you want, right? Because right now I'm about to go over to the DA's office and tell him you don't have anything to say. And if I were a betting man, I'd say you were about 10 minutes away from being charged with conspiracy to commit fraud. Now you call me if you want to talk.

[Greenlee reads newspaper]

Greenlee: "Local Heroes On Mission of Mercy in Chechnya"?
I did all this so Ryan could go to Chechnya with Gillian? That bastard!

Hayley: And you wouldn't believe the demands I've had to put up with with some of these celebrities that come in. I mean, they're in their dressing rooms. They're on the phone with their lovers. You know, and then they go on air and they talk about family values. Like, you would think I was dealing with a politician or something. And let's not forget about the special makeup requests because of recent plastic surgeries.
Allison: Oh. Would you mind if I get this on tape? Just so I don't forget anything.
Hayley: Oh, great idea.
Allison: Addendum to the Bianca Montgomery Erica Kane party. I'm here with Hayley Santos, star and host of "The Wave" in an exclusive interview. Hayley, you were talking about the outrageous demands some guest stars on your show have made. Name names, girlfriend.
Hayley: Oh, well --
Mateo: Oh! What is this? Look what I found! Oh, that's a nice little tape recorder. Let's hear it.

Allison's voice: Animals. I bet you're counting the minutes until you can get out of here.
Blanca's voice: I didn't want this party in the first place, but my mom insisted and now everything that I was afraid of happening is coming true.
Allison's voice: Can you believe Dimitri Marick showed up when he did?
Blanca's voice: Oh, he totally bailed me out.

Allison: Give that back! Mateo: Ok, just -- here we go. Oh, let me fix your tape for you. There you go. Oh, oh -- what happened? What's happening? Oh, look at that. Oh, it's just getting stuck. Here you go.
Allison: What am I supposed to do with this
Hayley: Oh, you really don't want me to tell you where to stick that, do you, girlfriend? Now beat it.
Allison: You can't silence the press.
Hayley and Mateo: Shut up.

Millicent: I love the Valley Inn towels, don't you? Very well. Carry on.

Erica: Bianca, we're not finished.
Bianca: Yes, we are. I want to get out of here. I want Daddy to come and just take me far away from here.
Erica: You would leave? No. No, you can't mean that.
Bianca: Yes, I can. I -- I just want to go home.
Erica: Well, this is your home, too.
Bianca: No, no, Mom. My home is in Seattle with my father. He is the only one who understands me.
Erica: So much so that he hasn't shown up at your party.
Erica: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Honey. Let's not say anything more that we will regret. Can't we just fix our makeup and go back out there and try to salvage what's left of the party? Please, honey. Please, won't you do that for me?

Leo: There's the guest of honor. I'll go see how she's holding up.
Millicent: Oh, good idea. She wasn't faring too well in the ladies' room a moment ago.
Leo: Well, in that case, I'm going to -- if you'll excuse me.
Millicent: Certainly.
Leo: Thank you.

Woodruff: Now, I like that young man. Why don't he and Greenlee get together?
Millicent: Oh. Woody, Leo is charming, but his lineage is entirely unsuitable.

Leo: I hear things got a little hairy in the ladies' room.
Bianca: Please, I can't even get into it. All I want is for my father to come and take me far, far away from here. This is one of the worst nights of my life.
Leo: As your official date, I got to say that hurts, Bianca.

Hayley: Have you even asked her to dance yet?
Junior: Oh, I don't really want to dance. Besides, she's with Leo now. She wouldn't want to dance with me anyway. I'm too young for her.
Hayley: You don't know until you ask.
Junior: She didn't want to dance with that guy from O-Town.
Hayley: Well, that's because of all the photographers and everything. I mean, Blanca's obviously camera-shy. I'm sure she'd love to dance, just not with all the fuss.
Junior: I don't know.
Hayley: Go ask her.
Junior: All right. Maybe -- later, if I feel like it.

Erica: Myrtle, it was just awful. I mean, it's as if she actually hates me because I gave her this party.
Myrtle: Darling. Darling, remember what it was like to be 16. Everything is high drama. Darling, I just bet that you and Mona locked horns more than once.
Erica: Well, Mona -- my mother and I locked horns just about every day as you remember, but, I mean, I loved parties and so should Bianca. Myrtle, I'm only trying to help her come into her own.
Myrtle: Oh, Sweetheart, Sweetheart, how often do I have to remind you that Blanca's "own" is her business. Now, listen, next time, instead of a party, why don't you give her a picnic? You know, something she'd really enjoy. And keep the parties until she's ready for them.
Erica: Myrtle, you must be channeling my mother. You sound just like her.
Myrtle: Oh, thank you.
Erica: Where's Jack, anyhow? Maybe he can help me put on my happy face, you know, to get through this fiasco.
Myrtle: Oh, here he comes.
Erica: Jack? What is it?

Gillian: You're leaving me, Ryan?
Ryan: I'm not leaving you, Gillian. I'm leaving -- I'm leaving this. It's not good for anybody for me to stick around and wait for you to tell Jake that your marriage is over.
Gillian: But I need you, Ryan.
Ryan: I need you, too. But if I can't help you, it's crazy for me to stay. I don't want you worrying about me. You have enough people looking over your shoulder.
Gillian: Not you!
Ryan: I wish I could believe that.
Gillian: Ryan, listen, believe it. It's true because -- because I can face bullets now and snipers and -- and I can end my marriage to Jake because of you.
Ryan: I don't want you to have any more painful moments, not even one.
Gillian: Ryan, they're part of life.
Ryan: That's a part of life that I want to leave -- I want us to leave behind.
Gillian: Well, soon.
Ryan: Gillian, Jake is probably saying that to himself right now. Do you understand? We can't give him false hope.
Gillian: I won't. I promise you, I won't.
Ryan: So you're going to be ok? If I leave now, I'm only going to be a phone call away.
Gillian: Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine. You know, it'd be selfish of me to keep you here. You have a company.
Ryan: A company to run.
Gillian, you're all that matters to me. You're first, last. You're everything. And I know you're going to decide if it's right to tell Jake the truth.
Gillian: Oh, not "if," Ryan. When. When.
Ryan: I hope so. Because I want you with all of my heart, Gillian. And I need all of you.

Greenlee: Lt. Frye, I'm ready to talk. I'm ready to tell you everything.
Derek: Have a seat. You ready to name names?
Greenlee: You better believe it. I'll tell you everything, starting with the real person who ought to be arrested.

Gillian: I want to be with you, Ryan. You have to believe me.
Ryan: I do. I do, but we have worked so hard for you to tell Jake face to face about us. If I stick around here, I'm just going to end up blowing the whole deal. I'll end up telling Jake and Joe myself, or I'll just -- I'll go crazy waiting to find out how this whole thing turns out.
Gillian: I love you. Ryan, you're my whole world.
Ryan: I love you, too, princess.

Jake: Hi. Where's Ryan?
Gillian: He went home. Jake, listen, you have to tell me what you and Joe were talking about earlier.
Jake: Gillian, there's nothing for you to worry about. Now that I have you by my side, I can get through anything.
Derek: Now, before I take your statement, I have to ask you this. Are you sure you don't want a lawyer present?
Greenlee: I'm not the one who's going to need a lawyer.
Derek: And you are making this statement of your own free will.
Greenlee: Oh, yes. I'm doing this for me. You wouldn't believe the lengths I've gone to for other people, how I've put myself on the line over and over again -- and for what? To be made a fool of? He doesn't care. He never cared for me.
Derek: Who we talking about? Wade Randall?
Greenlee: Oh. hell, no. The man you want is Ryan Lavery.
Derek: Ryan -- on what charge?
Greenlee: For openers, he stole $3 million from incredibledreams.Com.

Bianca: I really don't know where my dad could be. I mean, he's never late.
Leo: Maybe his flight from DC got delayed.

Junior: Hi. Bianca, cool party.
Bianca: You think so?
Junior: Yeah. I heard Travis is coming.
Leo: Will you guys excuse me for a second? I'm going to go see what the Greenlee's are doing. I'll be right back.
Bianca: Ok. Well, I'm glad somebody's having a good time.
Junior: Aren't you?
Bianca: No, not really.
Junior: Well, maybe you'd have more fun if you danced. With me, I mean. Do you want to?
Bianca: Honestly? No -- not after the complete fool I just made of myself.
Junior: You didn't make a fool out of yourself.
Bianca: You think so? You're not just saying that?
Junior: Of course not. It wasn't that big of a deal.
Bianca: Thanks, Junior. It's too bad my mom doesn't feel the same way.
Bianca: Can I have a rain check on that dance, Junior?
Junior: Absolutely. I'll see you later.

Leo: Bianca, did you see Greenlee's grandparents? Woody and Millicent?
Bianca, what's going on? Bianca: I don't know. Something. Look.

Erica: Jack, what is it?
Jack: Maybe you should sit down.
Erica: I don't want to sit down, Jack. I want you to tell me what's the matter.
Jack: Travis. He's dead.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Palmer: Whose money have you been using for this primping and this pampering?
Vanessa: Adam Chandler's.

Leo: Let her go, Lieutenant. This is a setup.

Bianca: You hypocrites. How dare you pretend you loved my father!