Ryan: Gillian, hand me a blanket. We have to keep his temperature up.
Gillian: Ryan, he's not --
Ryan: Huh? No. He's just unconscious, he's just unconscious. It's a good thing. Listen, the bullet tore a hole in his back. This way he feels no pain.

[Explosion]

Gillian: Ryan, we got to get him out of here.
Ryan: All right, listen to me, I'm going to tell the pilot we're ready to go. Keep strong, steady pressure on his back, on his wound, ok?

Gillian: You're going to be ok, all right? You're going to be fine, ok? You've just got to hang in there and you've just got to be strong, all right? Come on, Jake.

[Plane engines accelerate]

Gillian: Do you hear that? See, that's the plane. We're going to take off now. You hear me? We're going to get you safe and then you're going to go home, ok, just like that. Just hang in there. God.

Leo: Greenlee, you need to get out of here before wade shows up.
Greenlee: You can't blow this, Leo.
Leo: Look, relax, all right? My mother and I have scammed the crowned heads of Europe.
Greenlee: Yeah, but wade is not some dimwitted royal. He's an underworld kingpin.
Leo: He's greedy. That's his weakness. My mother will tempt him over the edge.
Greenlee: Make sure my Grandaddy doesn't go down with him.
Leo: Not to worry. Vanessa will divert Wade's attention from your Grandaddy's fortune to the Cortlandt cookie jar.
Greenlee: Are you sure your mother can handle him?
Leo: Could I get a vodka?
Bartender: Sure.
Leo: In her sleep, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Why you doing this for me, Leo?
Leo: The prospect of Vanessa dancing a Tarantella with a wise guy is something I can't pass up.
Greenlee: Is that the only reason?
Leo: I happen to be very fond of your grandfather. Old Wood Man drinking himself under the table at the country club is a mental snapshot I can't pass up, either.
Greenlee: No other reason?
Leo: Isn't it enough knowing that your grandfather's future, if not his liver, will be secure?
Greenlee: Not if your mother's a no-show.
Leo: She should be here. Wonder whose life she's making miserable now.

Vanessa: Oh, a drinker's logic just fascinates me. Booze is always the thing that trips you up, and yet you think guzzling another fifth is going to solve all your problems.
Arlene: I'm just trying to clear my head, all right?
Vanessa: Well, Arlene, scotch is not going to do it. Now, let's see -- you hit Stuart with your car, you cause his amnesia -- I presume while you're under the influence. Was it hit-and-run or did you just black out?
Arlene: It wasn't me.
Vanessa: Well, Stuart suspects you. He identified your voice.
Arlene: He can't be positive.
Vanessa: I heard him ask you was it Annie Oakley the one driving the car that hit him.
Arlene: Annie Oakley, but not Arlene Chandler.
Vanessa: Oh, fine. Names were changed, but not to protect the innocent.
Arlene: I was drunk.
Vanessa: Oh, guilty with an excuse. You know, letting Adam believe that Stuart's dead was risky, but leaving Stuart for dead is suicidal.
Arlene: I hit him, but I had a blackout, ok?
Vanessa: Well, it's ok with me.
Arlene: Oh, would you just shut up! Shut up! How did I know? How did I know that Stuart was going to come to Pine Valley?
Vanessa: Well, you certainly underestimated his homing instincts, didn't you?
Arlene: Well, now that he's here, we've got to find a way to get rid of him.
Vanessa: Well, locking him in the attic, Arlene, was hardly an act of genius. I mean, Adam's going to be home any minute. What are you going to do then? I mean, short of stuffing Stuart up a chimney, I would say that your golden goose is rather cooked.

Marian: I know you're wondering what I'm doing up here. I'm looking for some childhood things that belonged to him. Like this Rooty-Tooty Ralph's Western Roundup.
Stuart: And his Rodeo Buddies, B-Bomb and Scooter.
Marian: Yes, that's right. This was his lunchbox. I can just see my darling walking down the road to school, swinging this by his side and kicking up the dust as he scanned the tops of trees looking for Blue Jays and Whippoorwills. Adam, I know you think I'm losing it, but I really feel like he's close by, like he's trying to find his way home to us. And that's why I snuck up here, you know, to -- what? What is it?
Stuart: I know who you are. You're the beautiful lady in my painting. My Queen of Hearts.
Marian: Stuart? Is it really you?
Stuart: I'm Stuart, all right.
Marian: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, you're alive. You're alive! Oh, thank you, God. Oh, thank you, God!
Marian: Oh, my God. It's a miracle. It's a miracle! You're here. You're really here. Oh, Stuart. Oh, my God, you've come back to me. You're alive.
Stuart: Yeah, I'm alive. I -- I -- I don't think we should be doing this, but I don't want to stop because it feels so good.
Marian: Oh, of course. Of course it feels good. Because we belong together, my darling. We belong together.
Stuart: Your hair smells like jasmine. I remember. And your kisses feel like home. Oh, I don't know. This may be wrong, but it feels a lot better holding you than it ever felt holding my wife.
Marian: But, Stuart, I am your wife.
Stuart: Holy moly, you're -- are you sure?

Arlene: Shut up, Vanessa, so I can think. I focus better with a few under my belt.
Vanessa: Well, focus on this -- now that you have Stuart upstairs, my silence is going to cost you double.
Arlene: How can you squeeze me for cash when my whole life is unraveling?
Vanessa: Money seems to center me. It's kind of a Zen thing.
Arlene: Forget it,
Vanessa, I'm tapped out.
Vanessa: Well, ask Adam for a little advance.
Arlene: I'm advanced up to my eyeballs.
Vanessa: Pity. Well, I happen to have an appointment at the Valley Inn, so if I should run into Adam on my way out --
Arlene: Wait, wait!
Vanessa: I'll just direct him to the attic.
Arlene: Take this. I'm cleaned out.
Vanessa: Oh. You know, my dear, this wouldn't even be pin money in my day.
Arlene: Well, what -- your day? When was that, the late Jurassic?
Vanessa: Ok. That'll cost you another 10,000.
Arlene: You know, you are such a greedy -- here. Take this. It's a museum piece. It's worth over 100 thou or something like that.
Vanessa: Uh --
Arlene: Just don't breathe a word to -- what do you want?
Winifred: Mr. Chandler just phoned. He said he'd be home shortly.

Leo: Chill out, Greenlee. She'll be here to work her voodoo on Wade.
Greenlee: You're sure?
Leo: She here behind a curtain, all right?
Greenlee: Gramps' life is in danger because of me. I'd die if anything happened to him.
Leo: You're not going to die, Greenlee. Your grandfather's going to be ok, you have my word.

[Telephone rings]

Greenlee: Hello? As far as I know, Ryan Lavery has fallen off the face of the earth, but here's a hot tip -- do you want to double your money? Fold it in half because incredibledreams.Com is nothing but a profit-sucking money pit.

Leo: Well, it's nice to see that you're taking care of Ryan's business while he's away.
Greenlee: Yeah, well, it's what he deserves. Having me slave away here while he's off on some romantic getaway with his precious Princess.

Gillian: Ryan, Jake's losing so much blood.
Ryan: Ok, we got to stop the bleeding!
Gillian: How?
Ryan: I don't know, I don't know. Maybe if we wake him up, he can step me through this.
Gillian: Jake? Please wake up, Jake. Please, you've got to wake up. Why won't he open his eyes?
Ryan: I don't know, I don't know. Maybe he's in shock.
Gillian: Oh, God, please, please help us out!
Ryan: I can't see anything! I don't know how far the bullet went in or where it hit. Jake, open your eyes! I can't do this without your help! Damn it, Jake, wake up!
Gillian: Jake.

Leo: He's here, he's here, he's here.
Greenlee: Where's your mother?
Leo: I don't know. Let's go.

Opal: Well, thanks so much for joining me, Scott.
Scott: Sure.
Opal: Is this ok? Scott: Yeah, great.
So, I assume this must have something to do with Marian meeting Frederick again.
Opal: Well, you know, I'm just feeling a little nervous that maybe I cranked up her hopes a little too high.
Scott: Yeah, I know she sure pulled a 180 on his psychic ability, that's for sure.
Opal: Yeah, finding Stuart's fishing lure like that -- I mean, that jump-started her beliefs.
Scott: Yeah, she was very revved.
Opal: Well, and that's why I need you to help me make her understand that the spirit world works on a different plane. The answers that we seek don't necessarily come in the package we expect.
Scott: I don't want to pop her bubble, though, you know? I mean, this is the happiest she's been since my dad -- and it's the most hope that I've had.
Opal: Well, there's nothing wrong with hope.
Scott: I want to feel like Marian. You know? I want to believe that there's some chance that I could look up and see my dad's big, goofy, wall-to-wall grin again.
Opal: Yeah, the pain of losing your daddy never lets up, does it? You miss him.
Scott: It's not just missing him. I miss myself. My dad always saw the good in me. And without him, I feel lost. Marian, too. We've both done things that we would never have done when he was here.
Opal: Yeah, Stuart did have a way of bringing the best out in people, it's true. I just hope that Marian can, you know, reach his spirit. You know, maybe that would be enough.

Marian: Stuart, darling, don't you remember? You and I were married a year ago on Valentine's Day.
Stuart: Sorry. The only wife I can remember is Esther.
Marian: Esther? Esther Glynn?
Stuart: Mm-hmm.
Marian: Oh, no, Stuart, she's your old girlfriend. I mean, you broke up with her when we met, and you and I fell madly in love and we got married. Surely you haven't forgotten that.
Stuart: Uh, I haven't really been myself lately. See, I got hit by a car.
Marian: Oh, Stuart. Is that what happened to you?
Stuart: Yeah.
Marian: Were you badly hurt?
Stuart: Oh, I don't know. I think I hurt my head pretty good. And I woke up in Esther's trailer and she told me that my name was Stuart Glynn and that we were married. Esther and me, I mean.
Marian: Well, that lying husband-stealer.
Stuart: Oh, now, don't say bad things about Esther. She was really very nice to me. She bought me some new clothes and she made me feel right at home. Even though it didn't really feel like home.
Marian: Of course it didn't feel like home, Stuart, because your home is here with me.
Stuart: Well, I told Esther that I didn't really feel like we were married. I didn't remember getting married. I didn't remember anything. And then she suggested that we go out to Las Vegas and get married all over again and maybe that would jog my memory.
Marian: Oh, my God, Stuart, you didn't marry that woman, did you?
Stuart: Oh, no, no, no. We never got to Las Vegas. I wasn't willing to leave the Queen of Hearts cafe. Marian: The Queen of Hearts cafe?
Stuart: That's a place where Esther and I worked for a while, and that's where I started seeing your face. And I saw it everywhere. I saw it in the sunrise, in the sunset, in the clouds, in the dishwater. Little pink bubbles bursting all around. It -- it was the funniest thing.
Marian: What was?
Stuart: They all thought that I was an artist, but I couldn't draw to save my life. And then I started seeing your face. Then I picked up the brush and there it was. I painted you, my Queen of Hearts. I didn't know who you were, but I knew you were something special.
Marian: Oh no, my darling. You are the special one. My love. You are the special one. Let me see, Stuart. You see these crowns? We -- we wore them on our wedding day. And then when you died, I placed yours on your grave, but I didn't have the heart to leave it there very long. Maybe this will help you remember. You see, I was your Queen of Hearts. And you, my darling, will always be my king.
Stuart: You were so beautiful in that crown.
Marian: You, Stuart, are my true beholder, now and forever.
Stuart: Maybe if you gave me another kiss, maybe I could remember.

Arlene: Why, Lord, why? Why did Stuart have to come back here just when I was getting Adam into position?
Vanessa: What kind of position might that be, dear?
Arlene: So he could finally realize that I'm the one woman in the world who he can't live without.
Vanessa: Well, I'm afraid Liza holds that distinction. I mean, anyone with eyes can see that he's still madly in love with her.
Arlene: I'll make him forget her.
Vanessa: What, for one drunken night? Then when the rosy-fingered dawn drops the Bromo into the glass of water, I'm afraid your plans going to go plop, plop, fizz, fizz.
Arlene: You're a real downer, you know that, Vanessa?
Vanessa: Well, Arlene, what are you going to do about Stuart?
Arlene: Oh, I don't know. I just have to keep Adam away from that attic.
Vanessa: Oh, well, good luck, dear.
Arlene: Mmm -- you'll keep my word, won't you?
Vanessa: Yeah. I'll keep your secret. But don't you ever forget, it will cost you.

Arlene: Whoa, Maisie, where do you think you're going?
Winifred: Up to the attic to store the summer linens.
Arlene: Uh-huh.
Winifred: Mm-hmm.
Arlene: No. No, you're going to go to your room and pack.
Winifred: Oh, you can't fire me.
Arlene: Oh, yeah? Well, no, ok. Uh, fine. You are going on an all-expense-paid vacation with Lucretia. Don't bother to write.
Winifred: Has Mr. Chandler approved all this?
Arlene: When are you going to get it through your thick skull that I am the mistress of this house and you take orders from me? Now get packing!

Gillian: Jake, please. Jake, please, please. Jake!
Ryan: Hey, Jake! Hey, buddy, listen -- listen, we're here with you. Stay with me, ok? Listen, you got to tell me how I can help you. I got your medical bag right here.
Jake: Where are we?
Ryan: We're on an airplane. We're airborne for an American hospital in Germany. Ok?
Jake: Are the kids ok?
Gillian: Yes, they're fine. Adrian got them out safely.
Ryan: Ok, now, listen to me -- tell me how I can help you. Ok, you're bleeding pretty bad back here.
Jake: I can't feel my legs. They're numb.
Ryan: Uh -- well, listen, we're going to deal with that, ok? First just tell me how I can help you.
Jake: First I need an antibiotic injection. It's in the medical bag.

Wade: Wade Randall. I'm expecting Vanessa Cortlandt. If she arrives before I get back, could you just tell her I'll return shortly?
Bartender: Will do.
Wade: Here. Drinks are on me.

Leo: Where the hell have you been?
Vanessa: Well, I was visiting a friend and an unexpected guest showed up. Such fun. Anyway, not to worry. Mumsy's here to save the day. Hi, Charlie.
Charlie: Hello, Mrs. Cortlandt. Mr. Randall said to tell you that he would be right back and for you to order whatever you like.
Vanessa: Oh, fine. Well, I will have a Kir Royale, and I insist on paying for it myself.
Charlie: Wow. That's a beaut.
Vanessa: Yes, Charlie, do me a favor -- stash it behind the bar and run a tab, my tab against it, and I will of course pay you later.
Charlie: Sure.
Leo: Vanessa, did you steal that?
Vanessa: No, Leo, of course I laid it. Now, do we all know our parts?
Leo: Yes. You charm Wade. And don't slip him a Mickey, all right?
Vanessa: Droll, Leo. Very droll. Now, hide, loves. It's showtime.

Wade: Mrs. Cortlandt. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Vanessa: No, and first it's
Vanessa, and I am horribly late myself.
Wade: Well, you're here. Did you order something?
Vanessa: Yes, Charlie's taking very good care of me.
Wade: Great. I'll take a scotch, neat, single malt. Bring it to the table.
Vanessa: Oh.
Wade: I'm so glad we could make this happen.
Vanessa: Well, so am I, Wade. You know, I was just speaking to my husband, palmer. He's off cruising the Mediterranean.
Wade: Why aren't you with him?
Vanessa: Well, now, come on, someone has to stay at home and watch the company store. But I was telling him that you are looking to diversify and that you're eyeing Cortlandt Electronics as a possible investment.
Wade: I hope the idea excited him as much as it does me.
Vanessa: Let me tell you, nothing much excites Palmer these days except, ooh, wonderful brandy and a fine cigar. I, on the other hand, am quite excitable.

Opal: Well, you know, Hon, they say that fathers live in their sons. And I know that a whole lot of Stuart lives inside of you.
Scott: You know, when I was a kid, I -- I had this imaginary magic button. Whenever I pressed it, I'd get whatever I wanted -- a new tricycle, a B on my math test, my mom beating AIDS.
Opal: And what would you wish for now?
Scott: Five more minutes with my dad.
Opal: Five more minutes doesn't sound like much.
Scott: I'd make it last a lifetime.
Opal: You know, I'd use that button to zap Adrian home safe and sound from the war zone. But as we know, wishing doesn't always make it so. There's no magic to loving somebody, Scott. Sometimes it's just heartache and worry and fret. But maybe -- maybe if I'm lucky, Adrian will come marching home again. And Stuart will be right alongside him.

Marian: Well? Anything?
Stuart: Oh, I -- boy, that kiss made my heart go clickety-click-click.
But -- oh, I still can't remember.
Marian: Stuart, I'm not the only one who loved you. You have a son, Scott, and he's missed you very much.
Stuart: I have a son?
Marian: Yes, and you have a twin brother, Adam.
Stuart: That's who Adam is. Adam is -- he's my twin.
Marian: Yes.
Stuart: Wow.
Marian: Darling, you and Adam, you were born in Pigeon Hollow, West Virginia, and Adam was your champion. But you had a big argument and he hurt you very deeply, and then you just -- you disappeared. And that must have been about the time you got hit by the car. So we all thought that you'd burned to death in a fire, and your death hit Adam very hard. He just -- he lost all meaning in his life and he turned on everyone who loved him or anyone who even tried to love him.
Stuart: Oh, I'm sorry.
Marian: Oh, no. No, no, Darling, you mustn't blame yourself. But, Stuart, I have to tell you, it was really terrible not having you with us, so you've got to please try to remember us as we were and to love us again. Because you're our only hope, Stuart. So please try to remember. Please. Please, try.
Stuart: Ok. Adam is my brother. He's -- Adam. And -- Adam, Adam, Adam. He's my brother.

Arlene: I got to keep my man's mind on me. Nothing but me.

[Music plays]

Adam: Where's Lucretia? I want some dinner.
Arlene: Oh, I gave the staff the evening off -- and the morning after.
Adam: I'm hungry.
Arlene: Snack on this.
Adam: I think I'll grab a bite downstairs
Arlene: I promise you won't leave unsatisfied.
Adam: Why are you undressed, Arlene? Oh. Using perfume to cover up whiskey went out with Scarlett O'Hara.
Arlene: I want you to thank me.
Adam: Thank you for what?
Arlene: For getting Frank to help us sabotage Liza and Tad's Col-Mar tower.
Adam: That's old news, Arlene. Why's it so dark in here?
Arlene: I was trying to set the mood.
Adam: I'm in the mood for a shower.
Arlene: Oh, yeah? Can I join you? I mean, there's nothing better than a hot shower and a pitcher of cold martinis afterwards. We could make a night of it, all night long.
Adam: That would be just my luck.

[Noise]

Adam: Thought you gave the staff the night off. Who's that clumping around up there?
Arlene: Those are squirrels.
Adam: What?
Arlene: Yeah, yeah, they -- they swoop down on the Elm trees and climb into the attic.
Adam: Really? Well, we'll see about that. I have my old squirrel gun from Pigeon Hollow.
Arlene: No, you'll hurt Stuart!
Adam: What?
Arlene: What?
Adam: What was that about Stuart?
Arlene: Oh -- well, you know, if Stuart were here, you know, his feelings would be hurt if you killed an innocent woodland creature.
Adam: Well, we can't just leave them up there. They'll destroy the place.
Arlene: No, I'll call someone tomorrow and have them relocated to a protected area.
Adam: All right, all right, but you've been warned about Stuart. He's off limits. Don't mention his name. Got that?
Arlene: My lips are zipped. Speaking of zippers, can I help you with yours, hmm?
Adam: Arlene, what's gotten into you?
Arlene: Oh, I don't know. Must be Indian summer, rising temperatures. Feel like doing something naughty? How about we go to the Pine Cone Inn? They've got closed-circuit TV and vibrating beds.
Adam: Now I know you've lost it.

[Noise]

Adam: All right. That does it. I'm going up there.
Arlene: No. No. Uh -- Tad and Liza are in New York! In a hotel. Overnight.
Adam: Just the two of them?
Arlene: Yeah. Why do you care? They're on business.
Adam: Well, of course I care what Tad and Liza do. I don't want them undermine our efforts to undermine them.
Arlene: Mm-hmm. Why, you got a plan?
Adam: I'm going to New York. What hotel they in?
Arlene: I'll tell you when we get there. Oh, Adam. I'm your wife. Whither thou goest goest I.
Adam: All right, all right. For God's sakes, get some clothes on.

Vanessa: Thank you. Now, Wade, it appears to me that you have given this potential partnership a great deal of thought.

Leo: Don't you care who you're seen with in public?
Vanessa: Leo, Wade and I are discussing business.
Leo: Yeah, and I can imagine what kind. You know, Wade, she's not really -- you're not really her type. She likes blue bloods, preferably I warned you to give him a wide berth. He's a ruthless cutthroat.
Vanessa: And if I'm such a horrible predator, why do you care?
Leo: I don't give a damn about either one of you two. But Palmer's been very good to me, and I don't want to see him get the shaft in business or in bed, all right?

Vanessa: Well, Wade, I'm terribly sorry. My son is quite passionate on certain subjects, and I'm afraid he doesn't mind letting his feelings be known.
Wade: It's not a problem for me -- if it's not a problem for you.
Vanessa: Not at all. Now, Wade, I see you as a very shrewd, shrewd businessman, and so is my husband, but I do think on my say- that the two of you would be able to forge a mutually beneficial alliance.
Wade: I can't wait to meet him.
Vanessa: Good. Well, I'll set up a meeting with you the moment he returns from abroad.
Wade: Well, I look forward to your call. And seeing you again as well.

Ryan: Ok, ok, the bandage is secure and it looks to me like the bleeding's stopped, Jake.
Jake: That's good work, Rye. Could've used your help in the field.
Ryan: Listen, Jake, how are the legs?
Jake: Huh?
Ryan: Your legs. How do they feel?
Jake: They're still numb. That's par for the course with this kind of injury. Just the feeling will come back when the trauma's passed. I thank you, guys. Without your help, I would've died.
Ryan: You took a bullet for us, man.
Jake: Yeah, well, war's hell. Sure the kids are ok?
Gillian: Yeah, Adrian got them out safe.
Jake: Yeah?
Gillian: Yeah, you saved them. You're a hero now, you know? So we're just -- we're just going to get you out of here, we're going to get you fixed up at the hospital, and then we're going to go home.
Jake: "Home." That's the best word in the English language -- "Home."

Ryan: If Jake chooses to stay in Chechnya, he may not make it out of there alive. and if he doesn't make it, then we're not going to make it. Do you understand? The guilt would kill us. Could you picture yourself being at Jake's funeral, standing beside Joe and Ruth? Could you handle knowing that you didn't do everything humanly possible to save their son?
Gillian: No.
Ryan: No. No, and then your premonition of you and I never being together would come true because the ghost of Jake would stand between us.

Jake: How are Tad, Dixie, and the boys?
Gillian: They're great.
Jake: Yeah?
Gillian: They miss you.
Jake: Mom and Dad?
Gillian: You know, Ruth just received an award at the hospital, and everybody was there and there was a big dinner and Joe was so proud of her.
Jake: Colby?
Gillian: She learned to swim this summer. Liza took her to a Mommy and Me class, and now she just swims like a little tadpole. So when you get back you can take her to Miller's Pond and she can go wading. And, you know, she catches little minnows in her hands, and then she looks at her reflection in the water. When she kisses it, it goes away and she just laughs and she says, "bye-bye, baby. Bye-bye, baby."

Leo: I got to hand it to the dragon lady. She really hooked Wade good.
Greenlee: Well, it helps being a world-class liar.
Leo: It doesn't hurt being married to a zillionaire, either.
Greenlee: Now Wade thinks he can use Cortlandt E. to launder his dirty money and he'll leave my Gramps alone. How can I thank you Leo?
Leo: My reward will see that ratbag get what's coming to him. You know what? I'm tired. I'm going to go home.
Greenlee: Me too, I guess. Night, Leo.
Leo: Take it easy, Greens.

Wade: You blew it, little girl. You've messed with the wrong guy.
Greenlee: Wade, I don't --
Wade: Shut up. I heard you and du Pres unravel your little scheme. Poor little rich girl. I will make you sorry. And how much you hurt? That'll be up to me.

Arlene: Adam, I'll be there as soon as I lock up. Sweet dreams, Stuart. I'll worry about you tomorrow.

Stuart: It's no use, Marian. No matter how hard I try, I just can't remember.
Marian: Stuart, do you hear what you just said? "Marian." You called me Marian.
Stuart: Well, that's your name.
Marian: Yes, but you remembered it was my name.
Stuart: Oh, my gosh, I did, didn't I?
Marian: Yes.
Stuart: Didn't I? I remembered that -- that your name was Marian Colby before we got married.
Marian: Yes.
Stuart: And you love skinny-dipping and dry martinis --
Marian: Yes.
Stuart: And you had a cat named Clark who lived to be 19, and you've got a daughter named Liza and I have a son named Scott! And you're the woman I will love all of my life, with all of my heart and my soul!
Marian: Yes, darling.
Stuart: My wife! Marian!
Marian: Oh, Stuart. Oh, Stuart.


ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

David: You want to go to New York with me?

Greenlee: I am so sorry I got you involved in this. If anything happened to you, Leo, I would die. I love you.

Liza: Oh, yes, Tad, yes!
Arlene: My, my, my. I didn't think she had it in her.