Greenlee: I look like Mike Tyson's sparring partner.
Jake: Well, those bruises will heal.
Greenlee: How am I going to explain this until they do?
Jake: Just tell the truth -- you had a fight with a basketball and the basketball won.
Greenlee: You're not helping. Does this building have a makeup counter? I'm going to need a bucket of concealer.
Jake: Well, the gift shop might have some lipstick. That's about it.
Greenlee: Lipstick won't cut it. I'm going to have to go into hiding. Did you come in here to give me my walking papers?
Jake: Greenlee, I said I was admitting you for observation. I already told you that.
Greenlee: And I told you that that would make me a lot worse.
Jake: Well, need I remind you that you have suffered a minor concussion and you've already lost consciousness twice?
Greenlee: Do I really have to stay in the hospital?
Jake: You could go home. But I want someone to keep an eye on you for the next 24 hours.
Greenlee: Well, I don't have anyone that could do that right now. I can take care of myself.
Jake: Now, that's not a good idea.
Greenlee: Come on, Jake. You don't want me taking up much-needed bed space. Oh.
Jake: Easy.
Greenlee: I'm fine, I'm fine, really.
Roger: Well, feeling better?
Greenlee: Much. But I'm going to need a chaperone before they'll spring me. Are you doing anything tonight, Daddy?
Jake: We keep anyone who's had a concussion at the hospital for observation.
Roger: For how long?
Jake: Just overnight.
Roger: Well, you see? That doesn't sound bad, Dear.
Greenlee: Not for you maybe.
Roger: Well, I'm sure they can arrange for some lovely private room.
Greenlee: That's not my point.
Roger: Well, then what's the problem?
Greenlee: Daddy, hospitals are not my favorite places in the world.
Roger: Well, Darling, I don't know anyone who likes being in a hospital.
Jake: Well, I think the best solution is for you to take Greenlee home with you.
Roger: My hotel room is hardly a home.
Greenlee: Well, you can come and stay with me at my loft.
Roger: In that -- that warehouse?
Greenlee: It's a loft, Daddy. I'll sleep on the couch.
Roger: Well, what about your grandparents'? You'd be much more comfortable at your grandparents'.
Greenlee: They're still in Bermuda.
Roger: Right. Right.
Jake: All right, all right, well, then it's settled. I'll work up the papers and discharge Greenlee to your care.
Roger: Fine. Well, I guess I'm stuck with you, then.
(Roger later leaves Greenlee to be with Erica Kane! And Jake sees them together!)
Jake: Well, the scans look good. X-rays showed no bone damage.
Greenlee: Perfect inside and out. That's me. Can I go?
Jake: Oh, easy, easy. I want you to spend a quiet night at home with your Dad, all right? That means no dancing at the S.O.S., No movies, and definitely no basketball.
Greenlee: Yeah. My dad wouldn't know what to do with a basketball if he saw one.
Jake: Oh, well, so like father, like daughter.
Greenlee: Ha-ha. I'll be expecting your bill.
Greenlee: Daddy, you're just in time. Jake's setting me free.
Jake: Well, she needs, you know, to be looked after for the next couple of hours, and I have a prescription for her --
Roger: Listen, something's come up and I'm not going to be able to look after you tonight after all.
Greenlee: Why not?
Roger: Well, as I said, it's something --
Greenlee: Daddy, don't leave me here.
Roger: There are some business plans that I have to attend to.
Greenlee: Well, can't you change your plans? I hate staying in hospitals, even as a kid.
Roger: Haven't you gotten over that nonsense yet?
Greenlee: I guess not.
Roger: You're really going to have to deal with these irrational fears at some point, you know.
Greenlee: Well, does it have to be now, tonight? I thought we could order in and --
Roger: I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. I'll check on you tomorrow. Take care of her, Doctor.
Jake: Well, someone has to.
(He visits her in the hospital room)
Jake: Greenlee? Hey.
Greenlee: Oh, hey.
Jake: Sorry to wake you.
Greenlee: It's impossible for me to sleep in this place.
Jake: Well, I may have an answer to that.
Greenlee: Copious amounts of sleeping pills?
Jake: No. You're coming home with me.
Greenlee: I beg your pardon?
Jake: Well, there's two doctors and a nurse at my house, so you can't ask for a better place.
Greenlee: Jake, you don't have to do this. And besides, someone like me going to the saintly Martin homestead? Probably get sick from all the creamy goodness.
Jake: Yeah. Well, you don't have to worry about that because we don't usually ask our guests to sing "Kumbaya" on their first visit.