I loved Helena for who she was. I loved her with my whole heart. The pain of losing her has never gone away.


One way or the other, you will pay. You. will. pay.


Victor (taking Maggie's hand): I'm here.
Maggie: You stubborn man. Go back to bed.

What the hell were you doing? You let Eric get drunk the night before his sentencing for drunk driving? What the hell were you thinking?


Assessment. It's the kind of word doctors use when they don't know what the hell they're doing.


Oh come on, you're hilarious. Funny, is that what you think this is, Eric? You are late to be sentenced for vehicular manslaughter and driving while intoxicated, yet you come in here reeking of booze and breath mints and wearing the same damn clothes you passed out in.


Theresa: Well, next time you don't know where to turn, just remember: NOT HERE!

Philip: I sat here watching you sleep, trying to wrack my brain for some way to make up for what I've done.
Victor: Well, then you'd have to go back on time, change every stupid decision you've made.

John: He's just a couple of minutes late.
Roman: He's being sentenced this morning. Judges hate waiting. They punish people for making them wait. Eric could pay bigtime for being just a few minutes late.

Can I get you anything, like a cab ride home?


Remember when you did htis to me? Remember? Hmm?


I was supposed to be better than this.