Robin Mattson: Heather Webber

General Hospital

Heather Webber

Tracy Quartermaine: Let me make this perfectly clear - I find you hideous on every conceivable leave. I have wanted you gone from the very first moment you slithered into my mother's rose garden. Why would I help you?
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: Because we want the same thing Tracy - Money.
Tracy Quartermaine: You don't have any. And your husband is working for small change.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: But I have other plans for Edward and his estate. If you help me, I'll give you half his fortune.

Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: I empathize with your pain, your loss. It was a magical wedding day you had with Laura.
Luke Spencer: You weren't there.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: I read about it in the papers. It mean, it was the event of the year. A perfect day, a beautiful ceremony. Laura, she looked like an angel. I couldn't help being a little jealous.
Luke Spencer: Why would you be jealous of Laura?
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: Oh, what girl doesn't dream of marrying her one true love in an autumn garden.
Luke Spencer: Well, dreams turn to nightmares everyday, Heather. Every day.

Skye Quartermaine Jacks: This Casino looks like a bingo hall.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: Where's your Holiday spirit?
Luke Spencer: As I recall, Blaze, last year you decorated, over my objections.
Skye Quartermaine Jacks: I was throwing a Christmas party for the construction staff.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: Well, our paying guest certainly deserve the same attention. I want them to have fun here. But you're always so downbeat and miserable. You clearly don't know how to inspire any kind of revelry.
Luke Spencer: Where as Heather knows how to heat up any occasion.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: Glad you remember.

Luke Spencer: There, See? If we keep working together. All our dreams will come true.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: All my dreams are very specific, Luke. You better rest up.

Luke Spencer: The important thing here is that we all get what we want.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: Well, in that case, Skye, just stay out of the way, Luke and I will greet the guest as they arrive.
Edward Quartermaine #3: The next person you will be greeting is my attorney.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: Oh, sweetheart, it's so good to see you.
Edward Quartermaine #3: Don't sweetheart me, you tarantula. You're finished spending my money.

Tracy Quartermaine: The game is over, my father knows everything.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: I don't know what you've been told, but I wasn't responsible for having you committed.
Tracy Quartermaine: You did everything but drive the van.

Heather Grant Webber: So, where are you and Skye hiding out?
Luke Spencer: I haven't seen Skye.
Heather Grant Webber: Come on, Luke. Everybody knows you and Skye are having a thing.
Luke Spencer: Heather, Port Chuckles is a hotbed of sanctimonious busybodies who can't keep their nose in their own business. You know that.
Heather Grant Webber: But you two worked at the Haunted Star together, you were partners. You must have spent a lot of time together.
Luke Spencer: Yeah, Well, I've also got a partner named Faith Rosco, or I used to. Does that mean I'm getting it on with her?

Heather Grant Webber: I don't know who Luke thinks he's fooling. I mean, he's obviously hiding that redhead witch. But something has to be done. I think Skye's really becoming a terrible threat. I think we have to eliminate her once and for all.

Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: I assume you all received my fax.
Edward Quartermaine #3: What fax?
Dr. Monica Quartermaine: Oh, Heather was thoughtful enough to fax us a copy of your marriage certificate.
Edward Quartermaine #3: Really?
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: I thought I'd give everybody a head start on getting used to the idea and I was hoping when we got home that your family would be able to share in out happiness. Oh, it just occurred to me - you're all my family, too, now.
Dr. Monica Quartermaine: Ugh.
Dr. Alan Quartermaine: Just because you dragged my Father to the altar, don't think I'm going to start calling you Mother.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: Heather will be fine.
Tracy Quartermaine: I have a better idea. How about Thieving, Gold-Digging, Tramp?

Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: My bags are still in the car. Bring them upstairs.
Alice: I don't take orders from you.
Heather Grant Webber Quartermaine: You do now.

Heather Grant Webber: Not thinking of being a hero, are you?
Edward Quartermaine #3: I'm thinking we're being terrorized in our own home.
Heather Grant Webber: No one likes to feel helpless.
Edward Quartermaine #3: Certainly not a Quartermaine.
Heather Grant Webber: I feel a lot safer knowing I have you here to protect me. There's no one I'd rather have at my side.