Tad: Get off!
Get the hell away from
my father!
David: What the hell are
you doing?
Tad: You all right?
What did he do to you?
David: He's sick, you moron!
Tad: What'd you do to him?
Dixie: Tad, Tad,
Tad, stop it, stop it, stop it!
He collapsed! He's sick!
Stop it!
Tad: What?
Dixie: Look.
Tad: Pop?
Doctor: Sir, please move out
of the way now!
Get out of the way! Come on!
David: What took you so long?
Tad: Dad?
Doctor: What happened?
David: I don't know.
I found him like this.
I was trying to get a pulse!
Doctor: We're on it right
away, Dr. Hayward.
Tad: Oh, my God.
Dixie: He collapsed, ok?
They think it's his heart.
Doctor: I can't feel
a radial pulse.
He's clammy.
Second doctor: I've got
a femoral pulse -- faint.
First doctor: Ok, we've got
a pulse.
Hang in there, Dr. Martin,
hang in there.
Second doctor: His
breathing's still shallow.
First doctor: Bag him.
David: All right, come on,
let's get to the ER., Stat.
Doctor: On three.
One, two, three.
Come on.
Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.
Tad: Come on, Pop.
Erica: Why are we here?
Bianca: Myrtle said that Opal
needed a change of pace.
Erica: Well, a change
of pace, all right.
Well, I guess that Mr. Stamp
must come here to drink.
I mean, how else would Myrtle
ever know about a place like
this?
Bianca: We should be
so lucky.
I mean, at least he has a sense
of humor.
Erica: I can't believe that
I came here and that I brought
my teenaged daughter with me.
Bianca: Oh, yeah, right.
You always bring me.
Erica: Well, you keep me
grounded.
Bianca: I'm your excuse to go
home early, like I'm
4 and I have a bedtime.
Bianca: Hi.
Man: Hey.
I'm Lloyd.
I'm -- I'm the bartender.
Bianca: Well, hi,
Lloyd the bartender.
Lloyd: You're the Kanes.
Bianca: Actually,
I'm a Montgomery, but --
Lloyd: I am your biggest fan.
Erica: Oh, thank you.
Oh, yes, I'll bet you're right
about that.
Lloyd: Look, whatever --
whatever you're drinking
tonight, it's on me.
Erica: Well --
Lloyd: I can't believe this.
Erica: Thanks.
I'm going to be drinking bottled
water and my daughter will be
joining me because she's
under age.
Bianca: Thanks for sharing,
Mom.
Oh, they're here.
This is not going to be good.
Um, Lloyd the bartender,
please excuse us.
Our friends are waiting for us.
Myrtle: Hi.
Bianca: Well, we made it.
Myrtle: Oh, you made the most
incredible coincidence come
true!
I mean, Opal, Opal, look who's
here -- Erica and Bianca!
Opal: Oh, hey.
Myrtle: Great.
Opal: Quelle surprise.
Myrtle: Excuse me,
Darling, excuse me.
I'll be right back.
Myrtle: Darling, I am
so worried about her.
Erica: She does look awfully
blue tonight.
Bianca: Worse than usual?
Myrtle: Worse. Much worse.
Bianca: Well, what is it this
time?
Myrtle: Oh, what else --
Palmer.
Bianca and Erica: Palmer.
Erica: Palmer.
Well, what did he do to her now?
Myrtle: Well, I don't think
anything extraordinary or awful
happened, I'm sure.
Bianca: It's just the same
old thing.
I mean, she does this,
like, every three months.
How many times have we come
to cheer her up?
Erica: Well, I just wish
she'd get over it already,
snap out of it.
I mean, Palmer's gone.
He's with Vanessa, God help him,
but, I mean, she could have any
man she wants.
Myrtle: Well, she wants him.
Erica: I don't know why.
Myrtle: Well, I guess
you should.
Erica: What do you mean
I should?
Myrtle: Well, you know all
about the man that got away.
Erica: Myrtle, they have
never gotten away.
I have released them.
Bianca: Uh, can I go home
and watch "Millionaire"
or something?
I mean, aren't I too young
for this?
Myrtle: Bianca, we truly --
we need your perspective.
Bianca: The gay perspective?
Erica: No, the perspective
of youth.
Bianca: Oh, oh, right,
right, the token youth.
Ok.
Opal, what are you drinking?
Opal: Long island iced tea.
It's very refreshing.
Bianca: Very, very full
of booze.
Erica: How do you know?
Bianca: I just do.
Lloyd: Here, let me help
you ladies.
Myrtle: Ahem. So.
So, well, well, well,
well, well, here we are,
here we are -- a surprise
evening with the girls,
a night out with the girls.
Isn't it lovely?
I mean, we don't do it nearly
often enough, do we?
Erica: No, we don't do it
nearly often enough.
Garcon?
Bianca: Oh, boy.
Myrtle: Well.
So -- well, um --
what should we talk about?
Erica: Well, do we have
to follow an agenda?
Myrtle: Well -- well,
the thing is I -- I think that,
for tonight, we should want one
thing completely off limits --
completely off limits --
and that is boys.
And girls, and girls.
Uh, no love life.
No, no, no, no conversation
about love, absolutely none,
I mean period.
Uh, what about the Phillies?
Now that's a team that I, uh --
well,
I guess not.
Leo: Uh, Laura, you said
you were going home.
Laura: You have a bet
with her?
That's why you married me?
Greenlee: My, my,
my, did they throw in bionic
eardrums while they had
you under for the new heart?
Leo: Laura, that door was
closed.
Laura: No, damn it,
Leo, I heard the whole thing,
ok, on the intercom.
Leo: What whole thing?
Laura: The whole thing!
The bet!
The bet you guys have that
we can't stay married!
Leo: Laura, Laura, whoa --
Laura: No, I heard
you laughing, both of you,
at me.
Leo: I sure as hell wasn't
laughing at you!
Laura: Do you -- do you get
off at mocking people, Greenlee?
Is that it?
Greenlee: Oh, Honey,
you don't want to know how
I get off.
Laura: Is this all I am
to you, Leo?
What, a bet, a game, some joke?
Leo: No, Laura, you're
so off base now, you're
center field.
Greenlee: Actually,
Leo, she's not.
Leo: Greenlee, shut up.
Greenlee: You've got it
right, Laura.
Leo: Don't listen to her.
Greenlee: This is a joke.
I mean, let's at least call this
turkey of a marriage you two got
yourself into what it is --
a sham.
So why don't you both just
face it and move on?
The two of you put
your eyes back in your heads?
At least I'm telling the truth.
It stinks not to trust
the person you sleep next
to every night, doesn't it?
I mean, you come in here,
you tell me how great
your love life is with
your husband, and then you leave
me here with him and then
you put your ear up against
the door to see if we're,
what, doing it on the desk
or something?
I mean, this is --
Leo: Ok, Greenlee, shut up!
Shut up!
Ok, listen, I don't -- I don't
know what you heard,
Laura, but you clearly didn't
hear everything.
Greenlee was talking about
a bet, not me.
And I also told her to forget
about it because it's never
going to happen between us again
because I'm with you.
Greenlee: Please.
You are so in denial.
Leo: Laura, I'm with
you and only you, and the only
commitment that I have
to anything is my marriage
to you.
I love you.
Greenlee: Yeah, and
I'm the Queen of Norway.
Leo: I don't have a bet about
us staying together, Laura.
And if you heard me laughing,
you heard me laughing
at her because what she was
suggesting was so stupid.
She wants to make it look like
I still want her because
she wants to believe what isn't
true is true, and it's not true.
Look, I only want to hold
you in my arms, ok?
I only want to be with you.
Leo: Now, come on, let's go.
Greenlee: Not so fast.
Erica: And then I said
to this distributor, "I am
Erica Kane.
I own one of the largest,
most successful cosmetics
company in the entire world,
and you?
You are small potatoes."
Bianca: Did you really say
"small potatoes"?
Erica: Yes.
Why?
Bianca: Oh, just wondering.
So,
what else?
Erica: Opal, why are
you so depressed?
Myrtle: Oh, beautiful.
Erica: No, I mean it, Myrtle.
We have to be open and honest
with Opal if we're going to help
her.
I mean, the small talk certainly
isn't making her feel any better
about whatever it is.
Opal: I cannot even fathom
that I was such a dang fool
as to fall in love with
and marry and have a child
with a man like Palmer.
Myrtle: Opal, Opal -- now,
Opal, we said that
our love lives are off limits
tonight.
Bianca: Well, considering
that none of us has one
at the moment, what's the diff?
Who said that?
Opal: I mean, it's not like
I miss that furnace lying next
to me night after night
or nothing.
I mean, that guy was like
a regular engine and --
Erica: Opal, this is just too
much information.
Opal: And those Dirndl skirts
he made me wear?
I mean, that was enough to make
any woman just stay behind
closed doors for the rest
of her life, which is exactly
what he wanted.
Erica: He made you wear
Dirndls?
Opal: Do you know what really
irks me the most is the way that
hussy he married has him wrapped
tight around her crooked little
pinky.
Myrtle: Listen, I thought
he had her under control
during the last three months
Opal: Oh, yeah, sure.
She had him in such a twitter
with the hospital board.
You know, she twisted his arm
enough to get him to make them
reinstate that Hayward
character.
Erica: David has been
reinstated?
Opal: Oh, yeah, Dixie called
me with the news.
Oh, yeah.
Tad just about had a baby when
he found out that Hayward was
going to be practicing again.
Yeah, and all thanks to at
harlot he married that
my henpecked, chicken-headed ex
of mine has given free rein
to that dastardly Hayward to go
out and wreak havoc on yet
another unsuspecting marriage,
just like he did with Tad
and Dixie and --
you don't still want him,
do you?
Erica: Please.
Bianca: She'd better not.
Uncle Jack would kill her.
Erica: Look, lately I've been
thinking --
men are just more trouble than
they're worth.
Opal: Yeah.
Right on.
Erica: What is that look for?
Bianca: Mom, you left
13 messages for Uncle Jack
in an hour tonight.
Erica: Uncle Jack is
my attorney.
I need his help.
Bianca: Well, Chris Stamp was
running a close second
in the message department.
Erica: I happen to employ
Mr. Stamp.
Myrtle: Now there is a man.
Opal: Who?
Well, do I know him?
Tell me it's the liquor talking.
Myrtle: What?
Opal: Oh, tell me this is not
some out-of-body experience
or some hallucination or just
a really, really bad dream.
Bianca: Opal, are you ok?
Opal: Look what the alley cat
just drug in.
Dixie: Tad, Tad,
look, just wait.
Just wait here.
Tad: What --
Dixie: Listen to me --
as much as I hate this fact,
unfortunately, if your dad does
have something wrong
with his heart, the best doctor
in the hospital is David.
Tad: No.
No, it's all wrong.
He should see anybody
but David, ok?
Where the hell is Jake?
Didn't they page him?
Dixie: Yes, I had the floor
nurse page him and your mom,
too, ok?
Everybody's on their way.
Tad: My mom.
Dixie, what is this going to do
to my mom?
Dixie: Come here.
Jake: Tad.
Tad: Thank God.
Jake: What happened to Dad?
Tad: He -- he just --
I don't know.
They think he had
a heart attack.
Jake: All right.
Who's in there with him
right now?
Tad: Hayward.
Dixie: David Hayward.
Jake: Ok. All right.
Did he ever lose consciousness?
Dixie: I don't think so.
Tad: Yeah, no.
Jake: All right, all right,
all right, that's good.
Tad: Is it?
Does it mean anything?
Jake: Just -- I'm going to go
check on him.
You wait right here, all right?
Tad: Jake, take care of him.
Dixie: Ok, talk to me.
What happened?
Has Joe been sick or something?
Tad: He was fine.
It was m
I did this.
It was me.
Dixie: Baby, what are
you talking about?
You didn't do this to your dad.
Tad: I caused -- I caused
his heart attack.
Dixie: What?
Tad: I did.
Dixie, we had a fight.
I said some -- some awful
things.
I was just so angry, I --
Dixie: You were angry at Joe?
Tad: No, I was angry
at Hayward for getting his job
back and I just --
I took it out on Pop.
Dixie: Honey, don't do this
to yourself.
You cannot cause another person
to have a heart attack.
Tad: I don't know.
I don't know.
You weren't there.
You didn't hear the things
I said.
I said some --
I said some awful things,
things I shouldn't have said.
What the hell's wrong with me?
I just keep doing things that
I just -- I shouldn't do.
I keep --
Dixie: Ok.
Tad: I feel I'm spending
my life wanting to take back
things that I can't.
Dixie: Stop it. Stop it.
Listen to me --
your father loves you.
There is nothing that he cannot
forgive of you,
there's nothing that he doesn't
understand.
He's your dad.
You loves you.
And nobody --
not Joe, not anybody --
least of all Joe --
is going to blame you for this.
Tad: What is it?
He's ok?
Palmer: I don't know how
you can possibly let the gas
drain right down to empty when
we're going along and
you should've --
I don't understand.
Vanessa: I know, I know,
Palmer.
Terrible place to have
a breakdown in this hellhole.
Palmer: Oh, I don't know.
I've spent a lot of time
in places like this when I was
in Pigeon Hollow.
Yeah, good place as any to wait
for the automobile club.
Vanessa: Really?
Hmm.
Lloyd: This is unreal.
More celebrities.
I'm Lloyd, Mr. Cortlandt.
I'm one of your biggest fans.
Palmer: Well, Lloyd, Lloyd.
Vanessa: He's a fan?
Palmer: Hey, Lloyd,
you could make my day.
I bet you have a bottle
of Pigeon Hollow bourbon behind
that bar, hmm?
Lloyd: I sure do, sir.
Vanessa: All right,
I'll have a Kir.
Palmer: You'll have bourbon.
Opal: Just look at those
sparkles dripping off
of her fingers.
She's got to set him back
at least 100 grand a week
in jewelry alone.
Erica: Oh, no, that's paste.
Are you kidding?
She sells all the real jewelry
so she can buy her clothes.
Myrtle: Does she?
Erica: Yeah, she does.
But as you can see from what
she's wearing, money doesn't buy
taste.
Opal: Or class.
Bianca: Meow, ladies.
Really.
Opal: The way I figure it,
she's got him brainwashed
and hog-tied, like in a cult.
[Opal slurps]
Palmer: Thank you, thank you.
Vanessa: Oh, do you happen
to have bitters?
Young man, I am speaking to you.
Palmer: Oh, my God.
Vanessa: Call it
The Pits, huh?
How apropos.
You know, Palmer, I can't
believe there's still a place
on earth like --
oh, my.
Greenlee: I'm still playing
like we have a bet.
Honor among thieves.
Leo: Greenlee, can you please
just wrap this?
Greenlee: You can run,
but you can't hide.
Leo: Oh, from who?
Watch me. Come on.
Greenlee: From what you feel
for me.
I'm in your head, I'm
in your blood, I'm in you.
Leo: Yeah, and we're
out of here.
Greenlee: Jake, it's me.
Are you there? Pick up.
You still at the hospital?
Come on.
I need you, damn it.
I'm coming home. Be there.
Greenlee: Val.
Sweetie, I'm leaving.
Val: Erica's nightly package.
Greenlee: Well,
why are you giving it to me?
The messenger was right down --
Val: Because she wanted
you to deliver it in person.
Greenlee: Come on.
Why?
Val: Because she's
Erica Kane, Greenlee.
And she owns you.
Greenlee: Ah!
[Car accelerates]
Laura: Leo, Leo,
can you slow down?
[Tires squeal]
Laura: Hey, come on,
come on, Leo, slow down.
Look, this -- this isn't even
the way home.
Where we going?
Leo: Anywhere
Doctor: How is he?
Second doctor: Is Dr. Joe
going to be ok?
Jake: Uh, Dad is stable.
His vital signs are good,
he has no chest pains.
Probably just a scare.
But we're going to know more
by tomorrow.
Dixie: Thank God.
Tad: Are you sure?
Jake: He had an arrhythmia,
Tad, and it's resolved itself.
Tad: He just had a stress
test a couple months ago.
Jake: Yeah, well,
these things just crop up.
Stress brings it on.
Anyway, he's --
we're going to let him rest.
We're going to monitor
his condition for the next
24 hours, at least.
And he's comfortable now and --
and there's no damage at all
to his heart.
He's fine.
Tad: I want to see him.
Jake: Well, listen,
Mom's coming up, so why don't
you just wait a couple
of minutes, ok?
David: He's good, Jake.
Jake: Thanks, David.
Jake: Hey, Dad.
Joe: Hi, Jake.
Jake: Listen,
want you to know Mom's
on her way up.
She's down there in the OR.
Joe: Tad?
Jake: Just outside.
He's a wreck.
Joe: Yeah.
David: You acted quickly,
Dixie.
I think it made all
the difference with Joe being
ok.
Dixie: I just called
for help.
David: You just did the right
thing.
If you weren't there to alert
the code team, we could've lost
him.
Palmer: Is your son ever
going to grow up?
Opal: My son?
Palmer: Well, I'm not talking
about our son, Peter.
Opal: Tad?
Palmer: Yes, Tad.
Do you know how much harm he's
done to my niece again?
When is it going to stop?
Opal: Don't you get started
with me, Palmer Cortlandt.
It's her no-good son who wrecked
everything between Tad
and Dixie.
Vanessa: Oh, please, please!
Now, my son is a brilliant
cardiologist.
Opal: Oh, shut up,
you hothouse tomato, you!
You make me queasy, Palmer,
and your wife makes
me queasier.
Erica: You know,
perhaps you wouldn't want
to really air your private lives
right out here.
Opal: You think I care what
these barflies think about me?
I mean, just wait till they get
a gander at Mr. And
Mrs. Super Couple here.
They'll know what I know!
Palmer: I've got to go see
a man about a dog.
Opal oh, well, some things
you can just set your clock to.
Vanessa: Well --
well, I have a drink at the bar.
Myrtle: Well, go get it.
Opal: Shameless.
Bianca: Well, could this get
any better?
Erica: Oh, good. Greenlee.
Greenlee: Hi.
Bye.
Erica: Not so fast.
I have to read this.
You have to wait in case I have
to sign it, and then you need
to take it back to Enchantment.
Bianca: Mom reads quite
deliberately.
This could take a while.
[Car engine stops]
Laura: Why were you driving
like that?
Leo: I was angry.
Laura: I know.
Why'd we stop here?
Leo: I don't know.
It doesn't matter.
[Leo kisses Laura passionately]
Laura: Whoa.
What was that for?
Leo: Tell me it's ok to do
this in here, Laura.
Just tell me that it's ok.
Laura: Yes.
Greenlee's voice: Why don't
we make a little bet?
I bet that I can get you back
in my bed before
your three-month anniversary
with your child bride.
Tad: What is it? How is he?
Jake: He's better.
He wants to see you.
Tad: Hey, Pop.
Tad: I'm so sorry.
I'm -- I'm --
Joe: You're my son.
And that's all I know.
Erica: Ok.
You take this right back to Alan
in legal.
He's waiting for you.
Now, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Thank you, Erica.
Greenlee: Excuse me.
Could I just get a seltzer
with lime?
Lloyd: Are you famous, too?
Greenlee: What?
Lloyd: Nothing.
Vanessa: And what's
your excuse for being here,
Darling?
Greenlee: Oh, come on.
Erica: Just stay out
of Palmer's way, Opal,
that's all.
I mean, you have to move on.
Opal: Well, listen to you.
Erica: You should.
Opal: Yeah, well, when have
you ever moved on?
Erica: I have moved
on from every single
relationship I've ever had
with a man.
Opal: Oh, please.
Erica: And, Opal, I have come
out stronger and --
Opal: If any one of them
347 guys you have dated or been
married to ever came calling,
you would be swiveling that
size 0 behind of yours so fast,
the breeze would knock them
over.
Erica: Well, you know what?
I'm just going to chalk up that
insensitivity of yours
to the fact that you have
consumed so much alcohol.
Do you have her keys?
Myrtle: I'm driving.
Opal, Opal --
Opal, don't try anything.
Don't. I mean it.
Opal: You know, that man used
to be a laugh riot underneath
before all that phony baloney,
to-the-manor-born crud.
Myrtle: Opal, Opal,
Dear, do you know what we're
going to do?
Do you know what we're going
to do?
We're going back to my house
and I'm going to make us tea --
black tea --
about a gallon.
Opal: I think it would be
good if a woman like me was
to give that twit he calls
a wife an itty-bitty little
surprise.
All: Oh, no, you don't.
Greenlee: Jake, where
are you?
It's me.
I'm at The Pit out by the mall.
I need you.
Get over here now.
[Laura and Leo make love]
Laura: Where did that
come from?
Opal: No, no!
I know, I know.
It is my --
my quest --
my vision quest, if you will.
Erica: Oh, do we have to?
Opal: To get that
snake in the grass away
from Palmer T. Cortlandt.
Myrtle: T?
Opal: Tiger.
Myrtle: "Tiger"?
Opal: My tiger.
Myrtle: Oh.
Opal: My little lamby tiger.
Bianca: If I beg, can we go?
Opal: Myrt?
It's time to go.
Myrtle: I agree.
Wonderful idea, wonderful idea.
Erica: It's too late for me.
[Phone rings]
Bianca: I have to tuck
in my Barbies.
Erica: Excuse me, I've got
to take this call.
Myrtle: Let's go, Darling.
Are you all right? Here.
Bianca: You guys get home
safe, all right?
Myrtle: Oh, God, help me.
Erica: Yes, all right,
I'll be right there.
Bianca: Is everything
all right?
Erica: Oh, nothing
for you to worry about, Honey.
It's just something
at the office.
Listen, can you drive yourself
home?
Bianca: Oh, sure.
What are you going to do?
Erica: I'm going to hail
a cab.
Are you sure you're ok?
Bianca: Yeah, that's fine,
but why don't you just let me
drive you?
Erica: No, no, no,
Honey, I want to take care of it
myself and I want you to go
straight home.
Bianca: All right.
Are you sure there's nothing
wrong?
Erica: It nothing I can't
handle, believe me.
Bianca: Ok.
Erica: I've just got to run.
Bianca: No room at the inn?
Greenlee: Isn't this place
a little too butch for you,
Lesbianca?
Bianca: So many men.
None of them wanting you.
Greenlee: Shut up.
Greenlee: Come on, Jake.
Jake: You ok?
Tad: Yeah, I'm great.
Jake: Listen, I don't want
to make you feel worse, but --
Tad: What?
Jake: I just hope this was
a wake-up call for you.
Tad: For me? How so?
Jake: Because Dad's having
a hard enough time having
to stomach taking Hayward back
on staff here.
Wasn't his choice, Tad.
But if you're going to be out
for Hayward's blood --
Tad: Jake --
relax, ok?
I don't intend to mention this
Hayward thing with Dad ever
again.
Jake: Well, that'd be a good
idea.
Tad: Let me ask you
something.
Jake: Yeah?
Tad: Why you riding me?
Jake: Riding you?
I asked you a question.
Tad: Yeah, I know exactly
what you asked me.
But as my brother, I would fully
expect you know exactly what
I'm going through and exactly
how I feel.
I guess your moral standing's
taken a little bit of a dive,
huh, now that the good doctor's
made you an offer you can't
refuse?
Jake: This has nothing to do
with me.
This is something you're going
through on your own.
Dixie: Tad is mortified, Joe.
But I --
I'm sorry to tell you I don't
think he's ready to give up
his hatred of David.
Joe: That's where
you come in, Dixie.
Dixie: Joe, he won't listen
to me, not about this.
You know, because of what --
what happened between David
and me.
Joe: It's up to you
to convince him that the right
thing, strong thing is to let
it go.
Dixie: You know, I would do
that, but
I feel like his whole idea
of who he is as a man
and as a father and as a son is
all wrapped up in this idea
of whether he perceives David
as having won or not.
Joe: Doesn't matter.
And he needs you to help him
see that.
Dixie: I'll try, Joe.
You know I'll do anything
for Tad.
Jake: Look, I don't know
if I'm going to take Hayward's
offer or not.
But whether I do or whether
I don't, it's none
of your concern.
Tad: That's right,
Jake, go ahead, do it.
Do it the right way.
You do it the Martin way.
Just suck it up, pretend
it doesn't matter.
Let the scum of the earth walk
all over you.
Jake: You don't even know
what you're talking about.
This is my career and
I've dedicated my life to taking
care of people.
So I'm certainly not going
to turn my back
on an opportunity to do that.
I don't care if the offer does
come from David Hayward.
Tad: You know,
you're right --
it's your business, not mine.
I'll stay out of it.
I mean, I would expect you to do
the same thing for me
if the shoe were on the other
foot, so I could honor that.
Jake: You're sure?
Tad: Absolutely.
Hell, I'm so sick of talking
about Hayward, it's old news
already.
I'm sorry that I blew up at you.
I was --
I was just upset about Dad.
[Pager beeps]
Tad: That's you.
Jake: Mom's on her way up.
Talk to you later.
Laura: Huh.
I guess that's what they talk
about, huh?
Leo: Who "they"?
Laura: People who make love.
Like we just did.
You were unbelievable, Leo.
Greenlee's voice: Yeah,
that's you -- unbelievable.
Poor thing.
She really thinks that was
for her.
Laura thinks you were
making love to her.
But you weren't, baby, were you?
You were making love to me.
(Greenlee laughs)
ON THE NEXT - - - ALL MY CHILDREN
Mia: Ryan's in trouble.
He's been arrested.
You have to help him.
Greenlee: I want to hear more
about this job offer.
If it's so great, why are
you hesitating?
