It seems like just yesterday we were in fourth grade.


What do you want to do? Throw yourself on my funeral pyre? What good would that do, huh? That would just deprive the world of a magnificent woman.


I am nobody's possession!


Rafe: Maybe this was Andre's parting shot.
Hope: No. With Andre, this is just the beginning.

Philip: I love you.
Victor: Good for you.

I'm just trying to figure out, is it leukemia or the Italian Academy of Dramatic Arts?


Theresa: I'm rushing home to feed my son.
Kate: He's a chubby little guy. I'm sure he can wait a few moments.

I feel like I just walked into a buzz saw.


Hope: I'm not usually the type of person who needs taking care of.
Victor: We'll take care of each other, how's that?

Focus on what you have right now. You have your beautiful son, you have your life back, and if you want, you have me.


I'm watching you and your damn life is spiraling out of control. Trust me, you need me.


Never feel guilty for giving a man hope.