February 28, 2007 Screencaps

Emily: Did you get any sleep?

Monica: Uh -- no. No, I didn't -- thank you -- but Jason stayed with me.

Emily: Oh, I'm glad.

Monica: Yeah. He -- he let me go on about all the family stories and silly things that happened, like -- there was one time when Alan and I got -- somehow we got locked up in the attic and we were both convinced we were going to starve to death, until -- until our sons arrived and saved us -- and they were all of 6 and 4 years old.

Emily: Oh -- so, Mom, I cleared out my schedule. Where do I start?

Monica: Oh. Alan was so proud of you saving -- saving Robin's life. Now, would you do me a favor and would you get an H.I.V. Test?

Emily: Oh, I didn't break any skin. Robin's on the protease-inhibitor drug cocktail and her viral load isn't detectable.

Monica: Listen to you. You sound so full of confidence and self-assurance. I know I brought you into this clan, but you certainly have become your father's daughter -- and I couldn't be more proud.

Edward: Neither could I.

Tracy: Have you started the funeral arrangements yet?

Monica: Uh -- no, I haven'T. And it's going to be a memorial.

Tracy: Oh. Well, whatever you want to call it, I'd like to be involved.

Monica: All right, I will deal with that.

Tracy: Monica, just because you married into a family with taste doesn't mean you acquired any.

Monica: Oh --

Monica: Alan would want a simple, quiet service with just family.

Tracy: Monica, Alan was a very important person in this town.

Monica: You weren't even in this town for most of Alan's adult life.

Doorbell rings.

Tracy: And I think he deserves a really big sendoff for spending that life with you.

Emily: My father loved my mother, Tracy, whether you like it or not. He gave her this house, he married her twice, and he always took her side against you. So if you want to honor his memory, you'll do as my mother asks.

Alice: Miss Carly Corinthos is here.

Carly: Thank you. I'm sorry. I know this is a very difficul time for everyone.

Tracy: And you can't resist making it worse.

Carly: I told Michael about Alan.

Tracy: Really? Did he even know who Alan was?

Emily: Tracy, enough!

Carly: Michael would like to see the family, he'd like to come to the memorial, and I think it would be good for him and I think it would be good for everyone.

Edward: And I agree.

Carly: I'm not going to drag my son into some big family fight.

Tracy: Well, at least we don't carry firearms.

Emily: Tracy --

Carly: I'm going to take that as a no.

Tracy: You shut Alan out of Michael's life. Don't try to ease your guilt now. It is way too little and far too late.

Tracy: Alan desperately wanted to be part of Michael's life and you made sure that that didn't happen. There is no way you're going to shove your boy back into the family fold while you sniff around for a cut of Alan's will.

Carly: If I wanted any Quartermaine money, I would've stayed married to A.J. I don't need a dime and neither does Michael, and I wouldn't take it if you got down on your hands and knees and begged me to.

Monica: I'd like to see that.

Edward: You know, Carly, I have always appreciated your spirit. I like the way you do things. You're a strong, selfish woman, and you make no excuses for that. But I have no doubt that you would be willing to take any amount of the Quartermaine money that you could get -- and I respect you for that. But, ladies, we're -- we're supposed to be honoring Alan, I think, and I believe that he would want us to call some kind of a truce -- at least for a few days, hmm?

Emily: And I'm sure that he would want Michael at the memorial.

Monica: I agree.

Carly: Then he'll be here.

Monica: And we will all be on our best behavior, won't we?

Tracy: Speak for yourself. I see no reason to treat Carly like anything like the --

Emily: Okay, Carly, let me show you out, please. Come on.

Alice: We have another visitor -- Miss Alexis Davis.

Tracy: What do you want?

Alexis: I just wanted to tell you how sorry that I am. Really. I had a lot of admiration for Alan.

Edward: Well, that may be the case, but you are still a Cassadine, and it's a blessing that Ned didn't marry you.

Ned sighs.

Ned: Don't you ever stop?

Edward: Oh, God.

Ned: Emily -- oh, sweetheart. Oh, it's okay.

Monica: Ahem.

Ned: Monica -- oh. So sorry.

Edward: All right, what took you so long?

Monica: Oh, Eward, stop.

Ned: Grandfather. Mother.

Tracy: Thank you.

Ned: I'm so sorry.

Alexis: And I'm sorry.

Ned: Oh.