The Surrogate

Joan Quinn:
For goodness sakes, don't smile! [Amy smiles and Joan takes her picture] Perfect! This is the only way I can keep track of all the girls who have looked at the cottage.

Amy Winslow:
I guess you've had a lot, huh?

Amy Winslow:
Please stop them from taking my baby.

Sandy Gilman:
She's so beautiful.

Amy Winslow:
Her name is Emily.

Joan Quinn:
It's Christine. So predictible. Oh, the hair is a nice touch.

Amy Winslow:
[after discovering that Joan has the phone TV connected to the phone and the cottage] That b*tch!

Joan Quinn:
[after she catches her watching a videotape of her and her baby son, Christopher] Turn it off!

Amy Winslow:
How is your baby?

Joan Quinn:
Now calm down, Amy. I can explain.

Amy Winslow:
You did something to your baby, didn't you?

Joan Quinn:
No!

Amy Winslow:
You hurt him, didn't you? You lied to me!

Joan Quinn:
You're confused.

Amy Winslow:
Oh, I'm going to the police right now! [starts to run]

Joan Quinn:
There won't be any police. [grabs Amy] Amy! No! No! No! You're not taking my baby! [accidentally pushes her down the stairs] You're not taking my baby! Amy! No!

Amy Winslow:
[chasing Joan who has taken Emily out of her arms to a cliff] Joan!

Joan Quinn:
No!

Amy Winslow:
Joan! Joan!

Joan Quinn:
Stop! Don't come near us!

Amy Winslow:
Please be careful.

Joan Quinn:
Get back!

Amy Winslow:
OK, I promise I won't come any closer, OK? Just please move away from the edge.

Joan Quinn:
No! No! No! If I do, you'll take her.

Amy Winslow:
No, I won't! I promise I won't.

Joan Quinn:
She's my baby!

Amy Winslow:
I know she is. I know she is your baby. It just, it looks very dangerous right there, Joan and she could get hurt and you wouldn't want her to get hurt.

Joan Quinn:
I would never hurt my baby!

Amy Winslow:
I know you wouldn't. I know you wouldn't.

Joan Quinn:
No, you don't! You're just like my mother! You think I hurt Christopher!

Amy Winslow:
No! No! I was wrong, OK? I was wrong. I made a mistake. I'm so sorry.

Joan Quinn:
I loved Christopher. I did everything I could. I tried everything. I couldn't comfort him. I couldn't make him feel better.

Amy Winslow:
You tried your best.

Joan Quinn:
His little body was tight like a nut. I tried walking him. I tried rocking him. But nothing I did helped. He wouldn't stop screaming. He wouldn't stop crying. So I put him on my shoulder and I pressed him tight against me. His little face pressed up against me. He stopped. Finally, he stopped. I thought he was asleep.

Amy Winslow:
I'm so sorry.

Joan Quinn:
I couldn't save him. I tried. I couldn't save him. I didn't mean to hurt him. I thought he was asleep.

Amy Winslow:
Can I hold her please?

Joan Quinn:
[crying] No! My baby!

Stuart Quinn:
It's all right, sweetheart.

Joan Quinn:
[crying as she reluctantly gives Emily back to Amy] I couldn't save my baby. But my baby! I didn't mean to hurt my baby.

Stuart Quinn:
[to Joan] Come on, sweetheart. Let's go inside.

[last lines]

[Amy and Eric discuss how they will raise Emily]

Eric Shaw:
No junk food?

Amy Winslow:
No junk food. And definitely no tattoos. You know, I mean she can have her ears pierced but that's it. Like nothing weird like her nose or anything.

Eric Shaw:
I just feel like a big nurse. [to Emily] Look, kid, run for it! I'll cover you.

Amy Winslow:
I just want to make sure I raise her right and give her the best I possibly can.

Eric Shaw:
You will as long as I got you and you know, I'll come around and guide her cultural development.

[Amy and Eric kiss as the camera turns to Amy's painting]

Joan Quinn:
This is gonna stop right now.

Eric Shaw:
Gosh, Joan, what's the problem?

Joan Quinn:
You know damn well what the problem is. Amy is prying into my personal life and I won't stand for it. Now you stop her or you'll have to live off of your lousy paintings.

Eric Shaw:
You know that just might be a kick in the ass.

Joan Quinn:
Don't screw with me, Eric. I'll nail you for seducing on deranged students.

Eric Shaw:
Joan, you are really sick. You know that? I bet you found more imaginative colors. We'll see how your credibility holds up after the cops question your dead mother. Yeah, your friends at Klamath University, real helpful. I'm sure Amy had a nice chat with mom this morning.

Joan Quinn:
[answers the phone] Hello?

Sandy Gilman:
Hello, Caydie bug!

Joan Quinn:
Oh my god! How did you get this number?

Sandy Gilman:
I had to talk to you.

Joan Quinn:
There is nothing to say.

Joan Quinn:
Please, dear. We have to work this out.

Joan Quinn:
I don't want you ever to call here again.

Sandy Gilman:
Please, listen for a minute. [Joan hangs up]