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"I respect you as a man but I love you as a boy." ~ Adam talking to JR, 2003

AMC -- Thurs. June 23, 2005

J.R.: You know, when I die, won't be from a car accident or a heart attack on a tennis court. It'll be from lies. From Tad, Babe, Jamie, and you.

Di: You -- you said you want the truth. Here it is. I love you with all of my heart.

J.R.: Yeah, the more I hear that, the harder it is to swallow.

AMC -- 2005

ADAM (TO BABE): You are inviting me to leave my own livingroom? When hell freezes over.

J.R.: The temperature is dropping fast so go on Dad.

Thursday, October 20, 2005 --


Tad: J.R. --

J.R.: Save it, whatever you have to say.

Tad: I wish I could. I wish to God I didn't have to say any of this. No one ever loved Dixie more than you and me. No one grieved harder when she died. When she came back, that woman in there -- we both thought our prayers had been answered, not because we were fools or suckers, but because we both desperately needed her.

J.R.: What did you do to her? Were you in on this with Adam? With Hayward? How did you get her to turn her back on me?

Tad: She wouldn't. Dixie could never do that. I'm sorry. That woman is not your mother. It was a lie, a beautiful lie. It kept us warm, it gave us hope, and it got you to open up to all the people you shut out in your life. And if it had gone on, if I had protected her, then maybe someday we would have gotten back to where we used to be, but I can't. I lied to you once before, and I lost you, and I swear I will never do it again.

J.R.: When do you not lie to me, Tad? Every sentence, every word -- right now you're lying to me.

Tad: I'm not lying. I can't, because I love you. I always have, and I always will, and I will always be here for you.

J.R.: You couldn't make it work, you couldn't make it work. She didn't want you. She came back for me. You chased -- she came back --

Tad: She didn't. She's dead. She's gone, son. I'm so sorry. So sorry for both of us.


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