Arlene: There must be some mistake. I don't know anyone named --
Stuart: Stuart. Sure you do.
Arlene: No, no, I don't.
Stuart: From out West. The cafe. The Queen of Hearts. Oh, I -- I know what you're doing. You were in character then, weren't you?
Arlene: In character?
Stuart: Yeah. Annie Oakley. You looked just like her. You look different now. You're all neat and tucked in everything. I look different, too. I didn't have my fishing vest then. You know me now, don't you?
Arlene: No, I -- no, no, I don't. What does this have to do -- why are you here?
Stuart: Well, I'm not sure, actually.
Arlene: Well, then what do you want?
Stuart: Well, I was hoping maybe I could come in. I have this funny feeling.
Arlene: Well, what kind of funny feeling?
Stuart: The feeling that maybe I belong here. Do I?
Arlene: No, I -- I --
Stuart: Holy moly, look at this place. I never dreamed it would be like this.
Arlene: Well, obviously, if it isn't familiar, you don't belong here.
Stuart: Are you kidding? I feel like I'm home.

Erica: Bianca. Oh, Honey, put down those schoolbooks. There is a life lesson here.
Bianca: What?
Erica: The RSVP's to your party, honey, are coming in record numbers from my social secretary. And guess what everybody says?
Bianca: "I wouldn't miss it for the world, but who cares about the kid."
Erica: Oh, Honey, you are so hard on yourself. No, every single one of these people says that they want to meet you or they want to reacquaint or -- look, I'm just so excited, I can't stand it, can you?
Bianca: Exactly.
Erica: You know something, Bianca, you're giving me a complex.
Bianca: I'm sorry, Mom, but, I mean, let's get real. All those people are coming to the party because you invited them. I mean, who in their right mind would want to miss a chance to say that they went to an Erica Kane event? Don't know anybody on that list, and nobody knows me. And, I mean, come on -- like they could care less. Erica: And what if I told you you're right? Bianca: I'd pass out. Erica: Well, what if I told you that you're right about that today, but by the end of the party, every single one of these people will be charmed by you and every one of the people who's your age is going to be clamoring to hang with you, ok? What would you say then? Bianca: I would say that you mean well, Mom, but that -- Erica: No, no more buts. That's it. Negativity breeds negativity, Bianca, and I'm not going to have any more. That's the end. So, I really hate "I told you SOS," but I would happily make an exception in this case. I really would. Oh, honey, you're going to thank me for this party halfway through.

Leo: I know that look.
Bianca: Man, Leo, she is out of control.
Leo: She wants you to learn how to curtsy or something?
Bianca: She needs to be stopped.
Leo: Bianca, are you asking me to throw Mama from the train?
Bianca: Would it help?
Leo: You know what? I'm feeling generous. Where is she? I'll have at her.
Erica: Leo, I didn't hear you come in.
Leo: Erica, I was trying to prolong the inevitable.
Erica: The inevitable what?
Leo: Temper tantrum.
Erica: Whose?
Leo: Yours. You see, I've just been informed that we have to cancel Blanca's party.

Jake and Gillian: Out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again
Gillian: I can't believe what you've put yourself through to take care of these kids, Jake.
Jake: And the sad part is I almost got used to it. When I look in the eyes of these kids -- I look at Paullina, and I see Colby. When I treat them, in some weird way --
Gillian: It feels like you're taking care of Colby.
Jake: How is she? Have you seen her at all?
Gillian: Yeah. She's amazing, Jake. She's so beautiful, and she's getting bigger, and she's saying more words. You'll see. She's safe.

Jake: Hey, I was wondering when I was going to see you.
Adrian: You look good, considering.
Jake: You, too. Adrian, I got a lot of orphaned kids I got to get out of here.
Adrian: Yeah, I know. Are they ready?
Jake: Give me the word, and I'll have them ready for you.
Adrian: All right, listen, there's something you should know.
Jake: What?
Adrian: This is not a foolproof escape. Don't know how many of us are going to make it out of here alive.
Adrian: All right. There's reports of sniper fire all along our escape route. If that's not enough, my people are now telling us there's a bombing raid scheduled for this area tonight. So I think we should make our move as soon as we can but there are no guarantees that when we're ready that we're going to make it out of here.
Ryan: Well, if we stay, our chances are worse.
Jake: And if we go, the people I'm protecting here -- their lives are in danger.
Adrian: Listen, there are calculated risks with these types of OPs, all right? This just happens to be one of them. Can you have everyone mobilized and ready to go as soon as I give word?
Jake: Yeah, yeah. Let's just do this, all right? I'm going to get Paullina and get her back where the others are and get everybody rounded up.
Adrian: Ok.
Jake: Listen, thank you. All of you, thank you.

Adrian: You guys didn't -- you didn't tell him yet, did you? Hopefully you didn't tell him that the reason why you're here is to break up with him.
Gillian: That's not the reason why I came here, Adrian. I came here because I want to take Jake back home.
Adrian: Yeah, let's not do this now, ok? Listen, I need you to -- can you look out this window and keep and eye out for the chopper?
Ryan: Yeah, I can do that.
Adrian: All right. Let's do this.

Erica: Oh, really? Oh, just like that? I'm going to cancel Blanca's party. And the reason is?
Leo: Me.
Erica: You?
Leo: Me. You see -- it's a sad and tragic tale.
Erica: Really?
Leo: I've been exposed, Erica.
Erica: Leo.
Leo: A terrible disease. A terrible, contagious, airborne disease.
Erica: And the bad news is?
Leo: I'm not going to die.
Erica: Yippee.
Leo: And we're going to be quarantined at this house for six weeks.
Erica: Oh, that's some strong flu bug.
Leo: The worst. Very powerful. Only the strong survive.
Erica: Well, I'm sure that this flu bug is strongly associated with my daughter's cold feet about the party.
Leo: Actually, cold feet is one of the first symptoms.
Bianca: Ok, Leo.
Leo: First your feet get cold. Then they fall off. But, you know, it's not a pretty picture, Erica. I mean, not even with the best pedicure.
Erica: Nice try, Leo.
Leo: I tried.
Bianca: Yeah, right.
Erica: Well, you two are just going to have to trust me on this, that's all. Because I'm a mother and I know how to throw a party.
Bianca: Seriously, she got, like, 7,000 RSVP's.
Leo: Here, let me look at that.
Bianca: Sure.
Leo: Just as I thought.
Erica: What?
Leo: One blue-blooded freeloader after another.
Erica: Well, how would you know, Leo?
Leo: Well, does the phrase "bloodsucking leech" mean anything to you?
Erica: Yeah, that means a little something to me. I guarantee you two after this party you are going to be so happy that you're going to be sending me flowers to apologize for your lack of trust.
Leo: Shh. You hear that?
Bianca: Hear what?
Leo: That voice.
Erica: What voice, Leo?
Leo: That all-too-familiar piercing, excruciating voice of my estranged mother.
Erica: Are you comparing me to Vanessa?
Leo: You know, Erica, actually in that light, you almost --
Erica: Leo, don't ever even mention my name in the same breath with that -- that viper.

Arlene: Just -- just tell me how you came from the desert in Nevada to this town, to this house.
Stuart: Oh, well, that's a whole crazy story all to itself. I could write a book. You see this vest?
Arlene: Yes, you've mentioned it before.
Stuart: Yeah, well, I went out to Idaho on a fishing trip. I'm not sure why I went there, either. The calendar sort of told me to. Anyway, I found this, and I liked it. It felt so --
Arlene: What does that have to do with why you're here?
Stuart: Oh. Well, there was a credit card thingy --
Arlene: "Credit card thingy"?
Stuart: Yeah, a receipt. And the tag on the back says "Pine Valley Outfitters." They've got some very nice things there, you know.
Arlene: You know, I don't know what you think you're going to find here, but there's nothing here that you want, I'm sure.
Stuart: This is Adam Chandler's house, isn't it?
Arlene: I -- uh -- it's not what you think.
Stuart: Well, they told me that it was Adam Chandler's credit card, so -- and I was in Pine Valley once before, and I went go the Chandler Gallery. Get it? Chandler? And once, in my trailer, I ran across something with the name Adam written on it. Adam. It all began to make sense.
Arlene: Well, it doesn't make any sense to me. I don't understand any of this.
Stuart: Well, that's why I'm here, Ms. Oakley, to talk to Adam Chandler and ask him why I keep running into his name and finding his stuff all over the place and, even more importantly, to ask if maybe he might help me find out who I am. Do you think he knows?
Arlene: No, no. No, I don't. I think that you're making a lot of assumptions out of coincidences.
Stuart: Oh. Well, how come this place seems so familiar, then? I mean, isn't that odd?
Arlene: Yes, yes, it's very odd.
Stuart: Well, I mean odd in the sense that maybe my amnesia is fading away. And if I'm -- wouldn't it be great if my amnesia was fading away because I'm home?
Arlene: You know, Stuart, I think I might be able to help you.
Stuart: Really?
Arlene: Mm-hmm. Yes, I just have to make a couple of calls, you know, check some things out. So you can wait, right? You can wait here.
Stuart: Sure.
Arlene: Oh, good. Oh, come here. Um -- here. Um -- don't move. I mean, just stay there till I get back.
Stuart: Ok. Thank you very much, Ms. Oakley.
Arlene: Think nothing of it. Don't think, period.

Arlene: Oh, don't you look at me like that. We have to get him out of here right now.
Vanessa: And then what?
Arlene: And then what? I don't know. Adam can't come in here and see that Stuart's here. Damn it, Vanessa. You've got to help me, or else you're cut off and I'm busted.
< Vanessa: Arlene, this is hardly the time for ultimatums to me. I'm all you've got.
Arlene: Vanessa, if Adam comes home and finds out that Stuart is still alive and that I didn't tell him, he's going to kill me. Or at the very least, he's going to throw me out on my backside. And I can't keep you comfortable without his checkbook in my pocket.
Vanessa: Well, there is truth in that.
Arlene: All right. Well, then you're going to help me get rid of him, right?
Vanessa: Oh, it would be in my best interest, wouldn't it?
Arlene: Hallelujah.
Vanessa: But it's going to cost you double.
Arlene: What?
Vanessa: Arlene, really. Would you expect anything less of me?
Arlene: Ok, fine, whatever. Double. Just go along with me when he comes inside.
Vanessa: Well, what -- who shall I be? The maid? I mean, I don't think he's going to buy that.
Arlene: I don't know. Just get him out of the house.
Vanessa: Fine, fine. Go, go. What are you waiting for?

Arlene: Oh, my God. Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?
Stuart: What did you say?
Arlene: Stuart. Where were you?
Stuart: Say that again.
Arlene: Say what again?
Stuart: Say that again. Say what you just said. Say it again.
Arlene: I don't understand.
Stuart: "Hello is anybody there?"
Arlene: Hello, hello, is anybody there?

[Tires squeal]

Arlene's voice: Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?

Arlene: What? What? What are you thinking?
Stuart: I was in an automobile accident. I was hit by a car, and while I was hurt, before I realized what had happened, I heard your voice.
Arlene: No.
Stuart: You were there.
Arlene: No, I --
Stuart: Ms. Oakley, were you driving the car that hit me?

Erica: How dare you compare me to your social-climbing, abusive, derelict, murdering mother?
Bianca: Whoa, whoa. Mom, please.
Leo: No, no, it's ok, Bianca. You're right on target, Erica. I wasn't trying to insult you.
Erica: Oh, no?
Leo: I was trying to make a point, that's all.
Erica: Well, your point is not well taken. Oh. I have to go see Myrtle now. Walk me to my car, Leo.
Leo: Now?
Erica: Now. Honey, I'll see you later.
Bianca: Ok.
Erica: Bye.

Erica: Don't push me, Leo.
Leo: I was just fooling around, Erica. If I really thought that you were like my mother, I wouldn't be here. That would be redundant.
Erica: That's not what I'm talking about.
Leo: Ok, you've lost me.
Erica: I need you to work with me on this.
Leo: On what?
Erica: On Bianca. I know her better than you do, and I certainly know what's best for her.
Leo: No argument here.
Erica: She looks up to you, Leo. Bianca likes you.
Leo: I like her, too. She's a very cool girl. Very smart.
Erica: Do not hurt her.
Leo: Hurt her?
Erica: She's very sensitive, and she's had a lot of troubles in her very young life. And I would die for her. Am I making my point?
Leo: Yeah, you're making your point, but, Erica, I'm not really Blanca's problem.
Erica: No, you think I am.
Leo: Now, would I say that to my benefaress?
Erica: You have been duly warned. Listen, never speak of this again.
Leo: Whatever this was.

Greenlee: Can Leo come out and play, Ms. Kane?
Leo: Greenlee, what are you doing here?
Greenlee: Boy, what would you say to me if I didn't have a present for you?
Leo: Oh, you brought me a present? Yo, Bianca. Greenlee brought me a present because I'm such a super guy. Whoa. Well, this is nicer than the one my mom gave me. How did I rate this?
Greenlee: It's an advance thank-you for what you're going to get your mother to do for me tonight.
Leo: Well, here's an advance "you're welcome." But you know what? If you really want to pay me back for everything that I've done for you, Greenlee, I need something else.
Gillian: Name it.
Leo: I need you to teach Bianca something.
Greenlee: What? Do I look like a schoolmarm to you?
Leo: No, this isn't a subject that you can take in school.
Bianca: Oh, no. Where is this going?
Leo: Greenlee, I need you to teach Bianca how to be absolutely and completely insincere.

Adrian: I'm going to go check the perimeter.
Ryan: Gillian, until we get out of here, until we get home, everything is put on hold.
Gillian: I love you so much, Ryan.
Ryan: I love you, too, Princess. I just want to get you home.

[Helicopter approaches]

Ryan: It's here.
Adrian: All right, this is it. I just talked to the pilot. He says move those kids now or he's taking off without them.
Jake: Gillian, it's going to be ok, all right? Let's go.

Arlene: No, I didn't hit you. I've never seen you before.
Stuart: Well, you did at the Queen of Hearts Cafe.
Arlene: Oh, whatever. I --
Stuart: Ms. Oakley, are you mad at me?
Arlene: No. No. I'm sorry. It's just that it's -- well, it's confusing. Your confusion is confusing.
Stuart: Oh, isn't that the truth.
Arlene: You know, your amnesia -- I think some of those -- well, some of the wires have crossed up there in your brain, you know?
Stuart: You know, I think you're right.
Arlene: Great, great. We agree on that.
Stuart: Oh, sure. Bui am also sure that the very first time I remember being hit by a car was when you came into the Queen of Hearts Cafe and I heard your voice.
Arlene: Well, I sound like a lot of people, you know? I told you that before. I mean, some people have faces that are familiar, and some have familiar voices, so --
Stuart: Ok. Yeah. But I'd still really like to talk to Mr. Adam Chandler. Is he home?
Arlene: No, he's not.
Stuart: Oh. Then I'll wait.
Arlene: See, Stuart, Adam is a very important man. He's very busy. He works all the time. In fact, he may not be home for days.
Stuart: Oh. You know what?
Arlene: What?
Stuart: All I have left is time. So I'll just stay here, and I'll look around. Maybe I'll see some things to help me remember who I am, if that's ok with you.
Arlene: No, it's not ok with me.
Stuart: It's not?
Arlene: No. Uh -- Stuart? I have a better idea.
Stuart: Really?
Arlene: Mm-hmm. Yeah. You see, you want all the answers to your questions, right?
Stuart: Exactly.
Arlene: Ok. Well, you know, the funny thing is that there's a person in this house who could answer them all better than I could or maybe even Adam.
Stuart: Really?
Arlene: Mm-hmm.
Stuart: Who's that?
Arlene: Well, come on. I'll introduce you.
Stuart: Oh, this is great. Thank you, Mrs. Oakley.
Arlene: Follow me. This house is a maze if you don't know where you're going.
Stuart: Gee, maybe I do.
Arlene: It's on the third floor. This way.

Leo: Don't act so insulted, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Why not? You want me to teach insincerity.
Leo: Didn't we once go over our most shallow and superficial acts?
Gillian: That was different.
Bianca: Is this my first lesson in insincerity?
Greenlee: Listen, you little --
Leo: Ah, ah, ah -- both of you listen to me. I am the supreme ruler in all you need to know.
Greenlee: I buy you a watch, you belittle me. Hmm, fair exchange.
Leo: Just sit. Right there. Come on. All right. You, Bianca. You need to accept the inevitable.
Bianca: The party.
Leo: Immutable. Your mother's having it, and you're going, and that's that.
Bianca: Fab.
Leo: And it's the getting through it that I'm going to help you with. This is where you come in, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Fab.
Leo: How many parties do you suppose you've been to that you had to smile your way through?
Greenlee: Hmm -- 600, 700?
Leo: And you worked every single one of them like the pro you are, right?
Greenlee: Yes, sir. And thank you, by the way, for the first nice thing you've said to me since I arrived.
Leo: You're welcome.
Bianca: How did you do it, really?
Greenlee: By paying as little attention as possible.
Bianca: To whom?
Greenlee: Everyone. Basically, no one cares about anyone but themselves. When you talk, all they see is your mouth moving, all they hear is their own inner monologue. So when these bores talk, you just smile, nod, and tune out.
Bianca: People can tell when you're not listening to them.
Greenlee: Your point?
Leo: Ok, let's try this. I'm Bucky Simpson.
Greenlee: Perfect. I'll be me.
Leo: All right, go.
Greenlee: Hello, Bucky.
Leo: Greenlee Smythe! I don't suppose that you've heard that I'm losing my hair and when I took the pill to stop it, I completely lost my libido and now Muffy's leaving me.
Greenlee: Oh, how lovely, Bucky. It's fabulous to see you. Give my best to Muffy.
Leo: See?
Bianca: Oh, come on. Like he wouldn't know that you just dissed him.
Greenlee: Bianca, you're not listening.
Bianca: Yes, I am. This is stupid.
Greenlee: No, no. You see, he's not listening to me, and I'm not listening to him, so there really is no need to say anything that matters or pretend that you heard what he said. Capisce?
Leo: You two try it.
Greenlee: Ok, I'll be Mildred Peters. She's awful.
Leo: Ok, ready? And action.
Greenlee: Why, Bianca, how you've grown. That rehab your mother sent you to must have really worked wonders.
Bianca: Who do you think you are? You shut the hell up about that!

Jake: Ok, all the wounded are on. Let's go.
Adrian: Ok, guys, let's go. Come on, one at a time. Let's go.
Jake: It's going to be all right.
Gillian: Don't be afraid. It's going to be fine. It's going to be fine. Oh, those poor kids.

Jake: Ok. Paullina. I know, I know. Listen -- remember what I talked about? That other man there is my brother Adrian, and he's going to help all of you, all right?
Paullina: Jake, you come, too.
Jake: I'm going to come later. I keep my promises. Remember what I told you?
Paullina: That you love us.
Jake: That's right, I do love you. I do. Be strong, ok? All right, let's go.
Adrian: All right, listen, there's going to be another chopper that comes back for the three of you. I got to get these kids to the drop zone.
Jake: Adrian, listen --
Adrian: Listen, don't worry. We'll meet back in Pine Valley, ok?
Jake: Hurry up, hurry up, go. You're ok, Paullina. You're ok. Come on. All right, let's go. Let's get back in here. It's a lot safer.
Gillian: Can't we just wait out here, Jake?
Jake: No, no, no. It's better in here. Come on. I can't thank you enough for coming all this way and doing this for me. I can never thank you. Come on, let's go. Come on. Come on !

Greenlee: Don't be so touchy, Bianca. I was just playing a part.
Bianca: Look, Greenlee, you don't know me at all, and you don't bring up what you don't understand.
Leo: Bianca, I think that in Greenlee's warped little way, she was trying to help you just now.
Greenlee: Really. I mean, who doesn't know you were in rehab for anorexia?
Bianca: No one. Why do you think I don't want this party in the first place?
Greenlee: Look, I was only --
Bianca: You were only what? Bracing me for what I'm going to have to put up with? You know, I'd like to see how you try to handle having 250 people stare at you to see whether you're eating one hors d'oeuvre or 16. I have to put up with it, and I have to be sweet about it because I don't want to embarrass my mother any more than I already have, ok? Are you happy now?
Greenlee: You're way too stressed, Bianca.
Leo: Greenlee, why don't you go have a snack.
Greenlee: Do I look like a three-year-old?
Leo: Don't make me be clever. Go to the kitchen. I'll be with you in a minute.
Greenlee: Whatever. Sorry I hit a nerve, kid. I tend to do that with everyone.

Bianca: I don't want to talk about this.
Leo: You mean the real reason why you're throwing fits about this party?
Look, I'm glad that it came out. I can help, you know.
Bianca: Leo -- look, you mean well, but you can't help me with this. I have to go to this stupid, horrible party and have stupid, horrible people like Greenlee Smythe say things to me like she just said all night long, and that's all there is to it.
Leo: Actually, it's not.
Bianca: What do you mean?
Leo: I mean telling your mother the truth about why you don't want this exhibition in the first place.
Bianca: No. God, that's the last thing I can do.

Myrtle: There we are. Now we know what kind of tablecloths we want for the party, and -- you don't really care about that anymore, do you?
Erica: Myrtle, do you remember when I told you that Bianca is fighting me every step of the way on this party?
Myrtle: Indeed I do. I remember telling you she reminded me very much of her mother.
Erica: Oh, no, no, no. Forget that. Myrtle, I have realized something. Blanca's not the one with the problem. It's what has been brainwashed into that sweet little girl's head by her wicked stepmother.
Myrtle: Oh, Erica. Come along now. Listen, Barbara and Travis -- they've taken great care of Bianca.
Erica: Barbara takes less care of Bianca than she does criticizing me.
Myrtle: Well, did Bianca tell you that?
Erica: No.
Myrtle: Well, aren't you being a little paranoid?
Erica: Myrtle, you listen to me. Barbara has made Bianca feel like a second-class citizen in that household, and that much I do know because Bianca told me that herself. Bianca has changed, and I can't help but think that it's because Travis and that awful wife of his have poisoned Bianca against me.
Myrtle: Well, darling, don't you think that maybe it's because the poor girl has been through a lot and she just happens to be 16?
Erica: Myrtle, Bianca fights me on every single thing I try to say to her, every single thing I try to do for her. No, I understand Bianca very well, and I just -- I really do believe that Travis and Barbara have told Bianca and convinced her somehow that I am not a good influence, that I am not even worthy of her respect.
Myrtle: Erica. Erica, listen. Do you remember a long time ago when you were all intervening, all this intervention with Bianca? She let you know that she felt a lot of anger towards you.
Erica: Would you like to tell me what you're getting at?
Myrtle: Sweetheart, now, listen, Bianca does love you very much. But I think -- I think she's having a little trouble forgiving you for not being the kind of mother that she needed you to be.

Stuart: And this is where the person who can help me is? This is almost the attic, isn't it?
Arlene: You know what, Stuart? All your questions will be answered once you go in this room.
Stuart: Really?
Arlene: Mm-hmm. I'm sure of it.
Stuart: Ok. Will this person know why your voice makes me think of getting hit by a car?
Arlene: Just go in, Stuart.
Stuart: Sure. Ok.
Stuart: I'll wait right here.

Jake: That bag with antibiotics in it -- I'm going to need it.
Ryan: Come on, Jake! We got to hurry up!
Jake: Got it. Let's go. Come on. We don't need that. Just get it in there. Watch it!
Gillian: No!
[Shots are fired and Jake is hit]

Gillian: Oh, my God! Jake!

Erica: Myrtle, Bianca and I have moved past that resentment and past that blame. I mean, she got better. She's not angry with me anymore, is she?
Myrtle: Well, I don't know, darling. Maybe you should ask Bianca.
Erica: No. No, you see, Travis and Barbara have fueled this fire. I understand Bianca better than she understands herself. I don't mean that in a bad way, Myrtle. She's my daughter.
Myrtle: I know, I know.
Erica: And no one loves that child more than I do. Myrtle, she's everything to me. I mean everything. I just have to find out why she's fighting me like this. She's my baby, and I have to show her that there is nothing we can't get through together.

Leo: Bianca, I know that it's a lot more fun blaming your mother for everything.
Bianca: Hey.
Leo: Seriously. If you told her what the real problem was, maybe she wouldn't be trying to force-feed this party to you.
Bianca: You don't understand.
Leo: No, what I don't understand is why you don't tell her the one thing that might get her off your back.
Bianca: Look, I really do love my Mom. But she has this image of me that she needs to believe in, and it's only an image. I don't think she'd like the person I really am if she ever took long enough to look, Leo.
Greenlee: Leo, I'm sorry, but it's time to make sure your mother pulls this off for us at the Valley Inn.
Leo: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I'm sorry. We'll talk more about this later, all right?

Gillian: Jake.
Ryan: That guy's dead. How's Jake?
Gillian: You got to help me. He's really hurt. What are we going to do?
Ryan: We got to -- we got to get him out of here.
Gillian: Oh, God, Ryan. Jake, please, please, don't die. Don't die. Don't die. Oh, God, no!

Vanessa: Arlene, where is Stuart? What have you done with him now?
Arlene: I didn't know what else to do with him.
Vanessa: Oh, dear God. First you run over the man, now what? Did you kill him?
Arlene: What, are you insane?
Vanessa: Well, are you insane? Where is he?
Arlene: Well, I couldn't have Adam come into this house and see Stuart on his couch with a book and brandy, so I -- I locked him in the attic.
Vanessa: Dear God. First you run the man over, you make him lose his memory, then you lock him in his brother's attic? I mean, do you really think you're going to get away with this? Arlene, really -- and I mean it -- are you mad?

Marian: Oh, dear Lord.


ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Ryan: Open your eyes! I can't do this without your help! Jake, wake up!

Adam: Thought you gave the staff the night off. Who is that clomping around up there?

Stuart: I know who you are -- my Queen of Hearts.