There's a lot of it so I'll post it a chunk at a time. I've grouped it roughly into years, but that's just to make it easier to read, rather than getting rigidly bogged down in continuity. Pre-1900s Cecil Colby to Blake Carrington: You and I, we go back to the Ice Age. Alexis Colby (née Morelle, ex-Carrington) on Louis XV: Actually, I heard that the old man wasn’t such a great lover after all. Dominique Devereaux (née Millie Cox): Of course, [Madame de Pompidour] told you this herself? Blake Carrington: My family has been in the state of Colorado for three generations and not one of them has ever had anything more than the clothes on his back. Blake on the Colby birthright: That distinguished birthright that dates back to making money since and off the war of 1812. Steven Carrington: Back in the 1830s, a Pennsylvania Carrington was caught shoplifting. Fallon Colby (née Carrington): What did he lift? Steven: The Pennsylvania Treasury. Jason Colby: Colby Timber Company, Eureka, California. That’s where my granddad started the whole thing. 1920s-30s Ben Carrington on his father Tom: The man who cheated on [his wife] from the day they met. Miles Colby to his father Jason: Remember what you said about your father? He built this company out of sweat and blood and dreams. Zach Powers to Jason: We have a lot in common, you and I. Both come from simple backgrounds. You come from timber country, don’t you, right here in California? I was born in Spain, brought up on the sea. My father was a fisherman, Zacharius Salvatore Zachary. Zach: The name on my birth certificate reads Pablo Zacharius. Sable Colby (née Scott): And why the change to Zach Powers? Zach: Zach from Zacharius, to honour my father. Powers, because I liked the taste of it. And a lot easier to pronounce. Jason: This is the Colby house. My father built it. My granddad bought the land. Jason: My grandfather built it with his own sweat. Jason: My dad was married in this house. Jason on his grandfather: This is his watch. My dad got it the day he married from this house. Constance Patterson (née Colby), Jason's sister: I’ve been around horses all my life. Jason on Andrew Colby: I was his firstborn son. Jason: I’ve always been a private man, like my granddad. Jason, speaking to his daughter Bliss in 1985: I come from timber country. I’ve shaken more California dirt out of my boots than your boyfriend will ever set his foot on. Steven Carrington: Mozart's 'C Major Sonata'. Where'd you learn to do that? Walter Lankershim: I was just a boy, too young to know any better, I imagine. My mom used to call it the music-box song. I'd come home from school. So many times she'd be sitting there, a little pale and weak. She'd say, 'Sonny, it's been so quiet around here all day. Could you play that music-box song for me?' And I'd play it. Blake Carrington: We knew what it was to be poor, we knew what it was to go to bed hungry and along the way I learned what hard work was. Blake on a baby's gown: Both you and Steven wore it at your christenings and some years before that, I wore it at mine. Fallon, Blake's daughter: Look at the embroidery and material. I thought you said your family was poor? Blake: We were, but I guess you could say my mother was rich with her fingers, rich with her heart. Krystle Carrington (née Grant, ex-Jennings) on Blake: He doesn’t lie. Alexis: That’s right, of course. His sainted mother taught him the sin of that, didn’t she? Along with the first President of the United States. Tom Carrington to Blake, his son: At least you’re still honest. You’ve always been a paragon of that peculiarity, not like that brother of yours, Ben. Ben Carrington, Blake's brother: You always were the moraliser, weren’t you, Blake? Ben to Blake: You were the loving son, weren’t you — but to our mother, Blake, or to the father you turned against me? It’s hard to believe I looked up to you once, my big brother who could do no wrong. She loved me, Blake. She loved me more than anyone on this earth and you’ve never forgiven me for that. Blake: She loved both of us and you know it. Sable to Jason, her husband: You always said how you were jealous of your brother Cecil because your grandfather doted on him. That’s how it is. The first is always the best. Phillip Colby, Jason's younger brother: Granddaddy used a whip. Jason visiting the Colby family ranch in Eureka, California: When we were kids, we used to run wild in these hills — Cecil and Connie and Phillip and I. One of us would run away and hide. The others had to track him down, following the signs. I can still hear them yelling. Jason on Phillip: I remember him as a little kid following me around this place like a puppy. Phillip to Jason: I not only looked up to you, I worshipped you. You acted like I didn’t exist. You and Dad on the inside and me on the outside. Jason to Phillip: Mom spoiled you and so did Connie. You were the youngest. Maybe it wasn’t your fault. But you were always trouble. Phillip: Love — I didn’t know that word was in your vocabulary. It sure as hell wasn’t when I was around. That’s all I wanted, you know — a little love, respect. What would that have cost you? Jason: Respect? You have to earn that, Phil. You never did understand that, did you? Phillip: What about love? How does a kid earn love? Blake on his mother: She was beautiful. Fallon on Blake’s mother: How old were you when she died? Blake: Four. I just barely remember her, except for her eyes. She had the most incredibly lovely eyes. Tom: Blake, you’ve always known me to be a stubborn old goat. Blake: What was it my grandfather used to say? 'Lie down with rattlesnakes, get up with fangs in your neck.' Blake: My father took me to the state fair when I was a boy. We went on the Ferris Wheel together. When the wheel got to the top, it stopped. It was stuck. Nothing we could do, so we just sat there and waited, and all of a sudden the weather turned nasty and it began to rain. Then it began to pour with thunder and lightning. It seemed like we were up there for an eternity. I was scared. He knew it and he took my hand in his and he squeezed it gently. He didn't say a word but it made me feel better, not so scared. It was the only time that my father ever held my hand. It was the only time we ever touched. Tom: Remember one day on an old Ferris wheel, son? It was raining and we were stuck. I was nearly as scared as you, but I didn’t let on, did I? Blake: No, no, you didn’t. Blake: I remember when I was a little boy, my mother took me to see something very very special. It was the July Fourth celebration. I remember the red, white and blue fireworks lighting up the sky and I remember the enormous thrill that I felt when I saw the reflection of that light all over our small town and on the faces of all the people standing there watching. Blake: When I was a little boy, somebody gave me one of those hourglasses where the sand runs down from one side into the other. Well, it bothered me to see the sand running out like that so I did a pretty dumb thing. I took the top off and I put a lot of sand in. I packed it down, very tight, so it couldn’t move and it couldn’t go down through. I guess what I was trying to do was make time stand still. Zach on his father: We came to this country when I was just a boy. He did very well for an uneducated man, wound up with a couple of boats of his own. Jason: I didn’t know your father. I was a kid. Zach: Your father didn’t know him either. He was too small, too insignificant — an insect for your father to crush without even realising it — but I knew him. He was a good man, an immigrant struggling with a small fleet of fishing boats in San Pedro Harbour until the great Colby conglomerate swallowed him up and took everything. As children, we never heard the word suicide. My mother told us it was an accident, but when his body washed up on shore, I knew who was really responsible, who’d taken his boats, his livelihood, his life and I swore one day I would make the Colbys suffer as they made my mother suffer. Zach: I know the pain of losing a loved one. I learnt that when my father died. Zach to Jason: You killed my father. The Colbys caused my father’s death. Jason on Zach: Colby Enterprises put his father out of business. He killed himself. Jeff on a ruby engagement ring: It was Grandmother Colby’s. Jason: This is the Colby house. My father built it. My granddad bought the land. Jason: My grandfather built it with his own sweat. Constance on her brother, Cecil: My brother saved everything. Constance to Jason: You’ve been twisting me around your little finger since you were six years old and you’re too big for me to wallop your fanny anymore. Daniel Reece: I was raised with horses. My mother [worked with them]. High school Blake: I was the best beer and pop bottle opener in Dora’s Diner. That’s the place I worked at when I was going to high school. Krystle: Was Dora pretty? Blake: Oh, just about as pretty as her chilli. Constance: Jason, you are such a lousy dancer. Jason: I was, in high school. Constance: When I think of the hours I spent trying to get you ready for your first dance. Jason: You were too tough. You used to kick me in the shins every time I missed a step. Jason on Constance: When we were kids after my mother died, big sister sitting in that chair telling us off, my brothers and me, breaking up fights, sending us up to bed. Those were times, God I remember, with the whole world in front of us, our whole lives — Phillip, Cecil, Connie and me. 1941-42 Walter, speaking in 1981: I've been around this sometimes filthy, sometimes impossible business for forty years. Walter: We didn't have the knowledge then that we've got now or the implements. You had to smell it. You had to find it with your nose. Matthew Blaisdel to Walter: Your shot — what you've been scratching and scrambling for your whole life. Jake Dunham to Joseph Anders: Mr Anders, isn't it a fact that when you were in the army serving in the 52nd artillery, you suffered a permanent hearing loss? Joseph: It's true that I suffered a hearing loss, but it's minimal at best. Jason: I haven’t been shot at since World War II. I didn’t like it then either. Sable, speaking in 1989: That painting Alexis has, it’s a Frederich Stahl. He was a local painter, local to Germany, Austria. Hitler admired Stahl’s work so he stole everything the man ever painted from galleries and museums, off the living room walls of the people he had shuttled into concentration camps, and none of his paintings were ever seen again. Dr Jonas Edwards, speaking about Kate Torrance in 1982: The same woman I’ve known for forty years.