Craig: Sierra? I thought you were on your way to meet Lucy.
Sierra: Her flight to Montega has been delayed.
Craig: Come in.
Sierra: I know my mother led you to believe that I had already left town. I really didn't know anything about that until after the fact.
Craig: Do you want something to eat?
Sierra: No, no, thank you. So tell me, how are you?
Craig: All right. You?
Sierra: Nothing seems to be changing.
Craig: No, it's not easy. It's manageable, maybe. I don't think it'll ever be easy again.
Sierra: Did you sleep last night?
Craig: I tried. I passed out, woke up full of memories, passed out again, crying in my sleep.
Sierra: You know, I had a dream about him last night - of the Montega derby. Remember that?
Craig: When he was what, 11?
Sierra: Yeah, he was so sure he wanted to be a jockey. And you told him that he was already too big.
Craig: Are you really going to meet Lucy without me?
Sierra: Yes. Yes, I am. But when I found out that her flight was delayed - I decided that there were some things that I needed to come over here and work out with you.
Craig: Well, I appreciate that.
Sierra: First, I want to apologize for my mother. She had forgotten for a moment that we were all grieving, including you.
Craig: Well, I'm glad you're here. And I am not going to insist on coming with you to meet Lucy.
Sierra: Why the change of heart?
Craig: Well, I was talking to a friend about priorities.
Sierra: A friend named Carly?
Sierra: Well, she has found a way to get you to listen to her. That's serious.
Craig: Other than the thought of being with Lucy and trying to be a better father to her, Carly is what's keeping me going.
Carly: Is this a private talent search, or can anybody cast a vote?
Carly: Paul, Jen, how are you?
Jennifer: Well, all dressed up, and about to be blown off.
Paul: Can we table this conversation for now, Jen? Can I have a word with you, Carly?
Carly: So, am I too late to have a say in who will be wearing my designs? I just got the first sample from the cutter. The least you could do -
Paul: Can we put that away, please? You're really forcing my hand here, Carly.
Carly: Well, yes, I guess I am.
Paul: I thought we agreed on the phone that you weren't going to show up today.
Carly: No, no, no. We agreed to no such thing. But don't worry, I'll keep a low profile.
Paul: I would rather you not be here at all, especially if you're going to come charging in here with a dress over your arm.
Carly: How am I supposed to work with a model I haven't even seen?
Paul: We'll send you pictures.
Carly: I'm sorry that's not good enough. I will not cause any trouble, but I am not going to budge.
Paul: I already have trouble, Carly - my sister.
Carly: What's the matter with her now?
Paul: Well, the publicist, Devon over here, comes up with the bright idea that we should make Jennifer the focus of the New York shows. We're supposed to bill her as "The Barbara Ryan Original." It's crazy, but of course she's all over it.
Carly: Huh. Well, I know the last thing you want is my opinion, but looking at Jen, Devon's right.
Barbara: How dare you come traipsing in here and threaten my relationship with my son.
Rose: Did I make a threat? Oh, I must be more subtle than I thought.
Rose: Look, if you want to air my dirty laundry in public, you're going to have to get used to the idea that your son is going to make some decisions that you are not going to like.
Barbara: I've already told him how unstable you are. I should have added that you are completely delusional.
Rose: What do you think I am?! You think I'm some high school girl with a crush on the varsity football player? What I have with your son is very adult, very mutual and growing.
Barbara: It can be remedied.
Rose: How? By sucker-punching me with the lowest point in my life?
Barbara: It's a start.
Rose: What did you think was going to happen? I was going to go crawl under a rock?
Barbara: From whence you came.
Rose: No, see, I told Paul the truth about the arrest. Mm-hmm, he knows. He also knows it's for prostitution.
Barbara: How proud he must have been.
Rose: No, no, no, no. It was even better - he didn't care. See that, told him the truth. I gave him a chance to back out and run away from me. But do you know what he said? He said that he could never blame me for something that happened when I was so young because when he was young, he tried to kill his father.
Barbara: So now he pities you. Bravo, what a way to get a man.
Rose: No, you see, you're missing the point here. Your slimy little plan backfired.
Barbara: Are you sure - are you sure that the truth can liberate you after your father and Lucinda find out?
Rose: You know what, go ahead. Mail copies to everybody, but if you do, as God is my witness, your son will never speak to you again. And that is no threat. That is the truth, right from your son's mouth.
Sierra: Well, it certainly sounds like Carly has your best interests at heart. Maybe you should just listen to everything that she has to say from now on.
Craig: Does that bother you?
Sierra: Bother me? Carly? No, that would be pointless. Wouldn't it? I mean, it's your life. And you always do whatever it is that you want to do.
Craig: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is bothering you?
Sierra: You know what's bothering me? What always bothers me about you, Craig. That you look out for yourself first.
Craig: Are you referring to the last time I saw Bryant?
Sierra: You were right there with him. You were face to face, and you couldn't see how dangerously upset he was.
Craig: Sierra, what I didn't do that night will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Sierra: Well, it should. It should. But, you know, I blame myself, too. Because Bryant didn't feel that he could talk to me either. And I have to say that I never imagined a child of mine would be out there in the world so incredibly lost.
Craig: Is that why you don't want me to see Lucy? You think I'm going to abandon her?
Sierra: I know that you don't want to hurt Lucy. And I know that you never imagined hurting Bryant. But I also think that you would use Lucy to help you get over this. That's not fair.
Craig: What I want is to wrap my arms around my daughter - our child. You can't accept that?!
Sierra: I would be able to accept it if you had been a more active presence in the last few years.
Craig: I realize all that.
Sierra: But so far, again, I see you mainly looking out for yourself, and how you are going to be able to get over this.
Craig: You can blame me for not seeing what was wrong that night, and you can blame me for being self-involved, but you cannot question the love I have for our children.
Sierra: I used to think you loved them more than yourself.
Craig: Oh, you have - you have no idea. No idea. The problem was that I took so many things in life for granted. With Bryant, you know, everything was okay. I was going to see him the next day. If only I -
Sierra: Would you stop with the "if only," and start looking ahead. You know, could you learn something from this and look at your life and the way you've been living it. Do you really think it matters anymore about the big impression you make on the world? Maybe you need to think about what kind of man, what kind of father, you really want to be.
Bonnie: So what's up with the bottle blonde?
Jennifer: Not a clue. I didn't even know that she and Paul knew each other.
Bonnie: So is your brother going to let you model, or what?
Jennifer: Oh, I doubt it. He's a control freak. My mom's let him run her life. And now, he thinks he's supposed to run mine, too.
Bonnie: Well, he can't run Bryant's trust fund. That pleasure's all yours. Sorry I keep bringing it up. I just don't want you to lose sight of how important it is that Bryant left you a legacy like that. I know losing him was devastating for you, but the fact remains - Bryant left you a remarkable gift, and you need to be thankful. And you need to use it wisely.
Jennifer: Look, I don't need money -
Bonnie: Ooh, stop right there. A little secret - money doesn't necessarily buy you happiness, no. But it can certainly make you feel strong about who you are. With it, you don't have to settle for anything.
Isaac: So I see you haven't been crowned cover girl yet. Since you haven't, do you mind, I don't know, if it's not too much trouble, getting to work?
Bonnie: Isaac, one of these days very, very soon, I'm going to walk out of this place, with these high heels, might I add. And when I do, I will step all over your -
Isaac: My face. I would like that - the part about you walking out of my club. Meanwhile, get to work. Is there anything I can get for you?
Jennifer: Yeah. Get someone to talk some sense into my brother.
Paul: I thought I was looking out for my sister's welfare, but if that's a crime -
Carly: Paul, Jennifer can take care of herself.
Paul: Oh, come on. I've seen what happens to these professional models. They jet around the world living on licorice and nicotine.
Carly: We'll make sure that doesn't happen to her, okay? I will personally see to it she gets plenty of protein shakes.
Paul: Okay, what's the upside, huh? What's the upside to getting her involved in this? She'll be right in the thick of things. It will only be a matter of time before she finds out we've been lying to Mom the whole time.
Carly: I know things are getting complicated. Look at it this way. Jennifer must feel really lonely right now. I mean, for all intents and purposes, she's lost her mother. She just lost a boy who was probably the first love of her life. You shut her down now, and she'll be losing the support of her big brother, too. Just give her a break, would you?
Paul: Are you willing to lose everything you're dreaming about with this clothing line? 'Cause it's going to happen. If she tells my mother anything, it's over - for you, me, the company, everything.
Carly: I'm willing to risk that. This halo of mine is starting to pinch a little, but I think we have to do the right thing. Level with her, give her something she can be proud of right now.
Paul: You're really ready for what can happen?
Carly: You know me, I live dangerously.
Jennifer: You rang, your highness?
Paul: You made the cut. You're the Barbara Ryan Original.
Jennifer: You're kidding?!
Jennifer: Oh, thank you so much, Paul. Thank you. Oh, and thank you, Carly. I don't know what you said, but thank you.
Carly: Oh, why are you thanking me?
Jennifer: Oh, I saw you two gabbing over here. I know you must have said something to convince Paul.
Carly: I told you she was smart. You are going to be great.
Jennifer: Thanks. Now, this is for real, right? You're not going to be changing your mind, are you?
Paul: No, but there might be something that changes yours.
Rose: You think that face of yours is going to push Paul's pity buttons every time you say boo hoo? But it's not going to work, not with this one.
Barbara: My son loves me. You have no idea how deep that love runs.
Rose: I think you're going to find out. Because he's on to your M.O. And he's not happy about it. After I came clean, he looked me in the eye and he talked about that night that I broke things off with him.
Rose: And you know whose name was right on the tip of his tongue? Yours. If I'd told him you were involved in this scheme, you'd be packing up your veils and finding another place to live.
Barbara: Paul will not abandon me.
Rose: Paul is loyal, but how do you think he's going to feel when he finds out that his mother - Mommy - thinks that she has the right to decide who ends up in his bed at night?
Barbara: You disgust me.
Rose: I'm not too impressed with you either. But I will make sure that you do not ruin what I have with Paul.
Barbara: What you have is fleeting.
Rose: No, I don't know if you'd say that if you heard what he told me. He told me if you try to mess things up with us, you would lose him, Barbara, and you will.
Barbara: So what do you want, show girl?
Rose: Finally, the question I've been dying for you to ask.
Jake: Sorry I'm late. I got tied up at the paper.
Nick: Yeah, no problem.
Jake: Whatever you got on tap. You want something?
Nick: Yeah, sure, a draft sounds good.
Jake: Good, make it two.
Nick: Look, you should know, I know what's coming here.
Jake: Well, good, that'll save me from talking to you like you're 3.
Nick: Yeah, we're going to discuss Molly, right?
Jake: You're making it difficult for her.
Jake: Well, you're telling Abigail that Molly's the reason you can't be friends. What was that?
Nick: It was the truth, isn't it?
Jake: Oh, is that right? What did it accomplish? Now Abigail is upset with Molly. Molly's upset with herself. And I don't have such a happy home. Not good.
Nick: Thanks. And you blame me for that? Look, I didn't want to upset anybody. I thought I was doing what Molly wanted.
Jake: Could've gone a little smoother, you think?
Nick: I know, I'm sorry. I didn't know that Abigail was going to go off on her mother like that.
Jake: What are you talking about? She's 18 years old. You could have told her she should be hanging out with somebody her own age, or that you were too tied at work to spend time with her, but instead, you tell her that Molly doesn't want you guys to be - well, you see the difference here?
Nick: All right, in that situation, okay, it was - look, I was with Abigail when she found out that her friend died in that car accident. What was I supposed to say? "Oh, tough break, go cry on the shoulder of somebody your own age?"
Jake: Look, Nick, I'm trying to see your side of this for Abigail's sake. It's not easy, especially after I know the facts.
Nick: What facts?
Jake: You set Molly up to take the rap for that robbery. Now, it's hard for me to see why anyone - anyone would give you the benefit of the doubt, least of all, me.
Craig: Whatever I did back then I did because I couldn't stand the thought of our children watching me live on a leash.
Sierra: I understand that, Craig. Honestly, I do. But think about this. On your deathbed, are you going to regret that you didn't make as much money as you could have? Or are you going to wish that you were more important in the lives of the people who love you?
Craig: Both, probably.
Sierra: True to form.
Craig: What is this? Some kind of ethics test I have to pass before I can see Lucy?
Sierra: No, I would never tell Lucy that she couldn't see you if she wanted to.
Craig: And why is it only up to her?
Sierra: Because I don't know what to do with you at this moment. Can't you see that I'm just tired of thinking about you right now?
Craig: I love our daughter. I want you to support that. That is all I'm asking here.
Sierra: But you never are asking for just one thing. You always come back again and again and again.
Craig: Or maybe you gave too much.
Sierra: To you? Absolutely. Look, you even begged me for a daughter when I was pregnant with Lucy, and I delivered.
Craig: I wanted a daughter. I do good with girls.
Sierra: Do you remember when we used to put Bryant to sleep in that little tiny bed of his with the moons and stars on the bed posts?
Craig: He'd be back in our bed by 2:00 a m.
Sierra: And you would lay next to me with your head on my belly. Every night it was a different song to Lucy. Although we didn't know it was Lucy yet. Goofy little song.
Craig: Yeah, you kept thinking she'd come out tone deaf.
Sierra: And then there was one week that it was all flowers. Do you remember that?
Craig: Yeah, you weren't into flowers.
Sierra: No. And then you moved on to the states of the union - Montana - and miss Alabama Montgomery.
Craig: Alabama Montgomery, that wasn't really bad - catchy.
Sierra: And when I woke up in the hospital bed after Lucy was born and I looked over, and you were sitting in the chair with Bryant on your lap and Lucy on his. You looked at me and you smiled. This joy all around you, like this soft light.
Craig: We had a lot of joy.
Sierra: You told me how afraid you were, seeing me go through all that.
Craig: Well -
Sierra: And you cried. You let everything out. I'd never seen you cry before, and I thought, "I am so in love with this man."
Craig: Then you told me we had to name her Lucinda. It's a joke. Come on, it's funny.
Sierra: So much has changed. I need to go. You have plans for tonight?
Craig: Dinner - maybe.
Sierra: With Carly? Well, you shouldn't be alone. You don't make good choices when you're alone. Take care, Craig.
Rose: This is how it's going to go. I want every copy of my police record that you have. When I'm satisfied that I have every copy, I will never speak of the fact that you tried to blackmail me.
Barbara: Is there more?
Rose: Yes, part two - leave Paul and me alone. When Paul and I come over to visit here, which we will, you'll say, "hello, Rose. How nice to see you." And I'll say, "hello, mother Ryan, you're looking better today." I'll bring stuffed shells and bubble bath, and you'll say, "Rose, you're a fantastic cook."
Barbara: And if I refuse to live this ridiculous fantasy?
Rose: If you go behind my back, I will show a copy of that Police record to Paul, and I will tell him that it came from you. Oh, and by the way, Jack Snyder is already looking at the fact of how you got my police record in the first place.
Barbara: Is he now?
Rose: Yeah, you know Jack Snyder. He's such a bulldog, that guy, always comes up with a bone. Very curious, Jack - very curious how a woman like you, who's stuck in her house could come up with a New Jersey Police record from ten years ago.
Barbara: You are the stuff at the bottom of the barrel, Rose.
Rose: Yeah, well, even slugs need love. Speaking of love, you should be very grateful, very grateful that your son loves you. And you have me to thank for that.
Barbara: You've done nothing for me. You only care about snaring my son.
Rose: Yeah, yeah, I do. I do want him. Oh, and I care about him. And it crushed me inside to think that I'd have to tell him you were part of this scam after everything he has done for you.
Barbara: Get out of here!
Rose: You know, people in this town have lost one of their favorite sons. The Montgomery family - you should see the faces, the pain, the sadness, the regret. All they want is another chance to love him just a little bit more than they did before.
Barbara: Meaning what?
Rose: Life throws you curves. I mean, you know that better than anybody. You can't take anything for granted - not your health, not your looks and not your children. You should stop being so angry for the fact that I love Paul - and I love Paul - and start thinking about how ashamed you should be for what you're doing to him!
Barbara: James, I don't care where the hell you are or what the hell you're doing, but your little plan just backfired on me! Now, I've already told you once, and I'm not telling you again! You stay away from me! You stay a million miles away from me, James!
Jennifer: This doesn't even look like Mom's work. All the lines are wrong.
Paul: Well, you know her hand was injured in the explosion. Not only that, she's got to recover psychologically, and it's just too soon. It's too soon for her to push herself to be creative.
Jennifer: Then she probably just needs a little bit more time. That's all.
Paul: Yeah. And I'm sure her designs will be better than ever.
Jennifer: So is this the stuff I'm going to be wearing in the show?
Paul: No. The B.R.O. Label will be on the clothes, but they won't be Mom's designs.
Jennifer: Whose are they?
Carly: Mine. Actually, that's why I'm here. I wanted to see how this dress was going to look on the Barbara Ryan Original.
Jennifer: Very cool, but, you know, I don't see Mom letting the company use someone else's designs, especially yours. No offense, of course.
Carly: No, no, none taken.
Paul: Mom doesn't know.
Jennifer: You're lying to her?
Paul: No, I'm just putting off telling her until after the show.
Carly: Maybe by then she'll be feeling better. Jen, you've seen your mother's designs.
Paul: Yeah, we couldn't feature them in the show. It would've been disaster for B.R.O.
Carly: Your brother is saving the company.
Jennifer: So I'm supposed to keep this whole deal a secret, right, from my own mother?
Paul: We all have to make sacrifices.
Carly: This is the biggest break I've ever had, and my name won't even be on the clothes.
Paul: So if you want to model, you can. I'll give you the job right now, but I'm telling you, there are sacrifices.
Jennifer: Like the truth?
Carly: Come on, Jen.
Jennifer: Look, my mom and I finally had a breakthrough right after Bryant's death. And I feel like we're finally starting to get close again. What happens when she finds out about this, Paul?
Paul: I can't say.
Jennifer: This reeks.
Paul: Yeah, and that's why I didn't want you modeling for the company, Jen. I mean, if you want to do this you can - walk away if you want, but I can't have you telling Mom.
Jennifer: Who are you more concerned for, Paul, Mom's company or yourself?
Paul: I have Mom's best interests at heart. She loves her company, and I'm trying to save it. If you don't like the way I'm doing things, then just walk away. But I'm doing this for her as much as anyone.
Jennifer: I need some time to think.
Paul: Jen -
Carly: Take all the time you need, Jen.
Paul: How much?
Jennifer: I'll get back to you today.
Carly: Let's check out who else we need for the show, okay?
Bonnie: So, your brother came to his senses and saw your potential?
Jennifer: Oh, it's not quite easy as that.
Bonnie: Why not? What happened?
Jennifer: Could you cover for me? If Paul asks, just tell him I had to run an errand.
Bonnie: Where are you going?
Jennifer: Please, just cover for me. Please, Bonnie.
Bonnie: Okay, okay.
Jennifer: Thank you.
Devon: I told you your sister would be fabulous.
Paul: Yeah, well, we'll see.
Devon: Where'd she go? I want to get a few shots of her.
Paul: We'll get shots of her once she accepts the deal if she accepts.
Devon: Why wouldn't she?
Carly: Paul, if you need a back up in case Jennifer bolts, what about Jessica Griffin's daughter?
Paul: Well, she's gorgeous. It looks like she knows it.
Carly: So what? If you were that pretty, you'd know it, too. Why don't you hire her? Jennifer would appreciate the company.
Paul: Look, I'm just hoping that telling Jennifer wasn't a bad idea. I just can't have my mother dealing with something she doesn't have to right now.
Carly: Have you talked to Jack about that?
Paul: Yeah, he thinks my father's back in Oakdale.
Carly: Do you think James will try to contact Barbara?
Paul: I can't even think about that right now. It's a distraction I can't afford.
Carly: Ever thought about bagging the entire spring show and trying to figure out what your dad's up to before he shows up front and center on our big day?
Paul: If we bag it, we lose the company for sure. Besides, this show is going to make my mother a star again.
Carly: No, no, Paul. I'm going to make your mother a star again.
Paul: I'll make sure it launches your career, too, Carly.
Carly: And Jen's, too, maybe. But what about you? What's in it for you?
Paul: I'm the one that's going to make it all happen. And nothing's going to stop me - not Jen, not even my father.
Carly: Mm-hmm. I got to go. I have a date, so -
Paul: Hmm, getting cozy with Jack again?
Carly: It's Craig, and there's nothing cozy about it. We're friends.
Paul: A guy like that doesn't hang out with a girl like you just to be friends, Carly.
Carly: I can't tell, is that supposed to be a compliment?
Paul: All I'm saying is you dine with the devil, you better use a long spoon.
Carly: He's just lost his son. He's taking one day at a time.
Paul: Craig always uses everything to his advantage. Why, is now anything different, huh?
Carly: Okay, on that note - oh, and if we're going to be working together, no more jabs about Craig, okay? Our private lives are private.
Carly: I love a man who knows when he's beat.
Bonnie: Mack of the year, I've watered the models for the final time. Is there anything else you need?
Isaac: You haven't taken the gentleman in glasses and hat - you haven't taken his order yet.
Bonnie: Oh, no way.
Isaac: "No way" what?
Bonnie: Look, I've worked here long enough to recognize a lousy tipper when I see one. Why don't you take his order?
Isaac: Why don't you go clear some glasses.
Bonnie: My pleasure.
Isaac: What can I get for you, sir?
James: A Rob Roy with a double scotch, can you handle that?
Isaac: Absolutely. That's a rarely ordered drink, but it's a classic? Rocks?
James: Make it neat, if you would, please.
Isaac: You got it.
Paul: Don't you stay out too late. You got a lot of work to do.
Carly: Aye-aye, captain.
Adam: Am I too late?
Abigail: No, you're just in time. How's it going?
Adam: Oh, it's good enough, you know? You?
Abigail: I'm just dying to hear what your final decision is going to be.
Adam: Well, I think we should hand in the original version of our movie - the one we planned out.
Abigail: Have you even looked at the other version?
Adam: Oh, the one you did with Nick? Yeah.
Adam: It's great, it's beautifully cut.
Abigail: I hear a "but" coming.
Adam: Yeah - but, Dr. McFadden is going to know that's not the work of first semester freshman film students.
Abigail: Well, I made the decision on all the footage used, and I approved every single edit.
Adam: Nick Scudder is the one who decided to make more footage in the first place. And Nick did all the editing. This was the Abigail and Nick project, and for some reason, I just - I just can't remember Nick registering for class, that's all.
Abigail: You're just mad because Nick and I did it without telling you, but, Adam, you shot half the footage we used. And if you hadn't been so stubborn, we would have let you in on the final cut.
Adam: Let me in on my own film? Oh, thank you, you're very generous. I'm just - I'm sorry if I seem hung up on the fact that, you know, this was something that we were supposed to be doing together.
Abigail: Is it so terrible things changed along the way?
Adam: It's not like you gave me a chance. It was your way or the highway.
Abigail: I just wanted it to be good, Adam.
Adam: Well, then turn in your version.
Abigail: What's that supposed to mean, "my version?"
Adam: That's what it is, Abigail. Maybe Nick could even drop by and share his expertise for the benefit of the entire class. I don't care. I'm turning in my version - the one you and I worked on together.
Abigail: Do I get a say in that?
Adam: Whether you want your name on it or not is up to you, but I'm turning it in.
Nick: Look, you have to understand that bailing on Molly like I did was a turning point in my life.
Jake: You mean low point.
Nick: No, that came later.
Jake: What, in prison?
Nick: Yeah, and I realized if I didn't want to end up there again, I'd better find another way to make a living.
Jake: Preferably something that didn't include forcing a clerk to empty his register at gunpoint. I know your story. You told me all about your redemption. The thing that ticks me off is that you let my wife take the blame. She was young, she was scared, and you led her to believe you cared about her.
Nick: I did care about her!
Jake: Oh, was that before or after you stuffed her purse full of money.
Nick: Jake, I'm trying to explain -
Jake: This is starting to look like a pattern to me, okay? You break it off with Abigail, you let Molly take the blame just like you did before.
Nick: Okay, look, you know what? I'm going to correct that mistake. I will talk to Abigail one last time, and I will make it clear that it was my decision to end the friendship.
Jake: Because -
Nick: Because it's important and better for her to hang out with kids her own age. Okay? I never meant to make any trouble.
Jake: You keep telling me that.
Nick: Look, it's not like I never tried to make it up to Molly. Didn't I figure out that whole mug shot scam?
Jake: We thanked you for that. That good deed is off the table. You square things with Abigail, your slate's clean.
Nick: Okay, well, you know what? I'm going to do that.
Jake: The drinks are on me.
Nick: McKinnon just left. Why don't you come on down?
Abigail: I can't just blow off what Nick and I did.
Adam: Why not?
Abigail: Well, because I worked really hard on it. I was even going to add in a final frame at the end dedicating the movie to Bryant.
Adam: That's a great idea.
Abigail: Yeah, well, we could've thought of it together, if you hadn't made such a big deal about Nick being involved.
Adam: Well, it is a big deal. You're the one who decided to let Nick make some more creative decisions, and you're the one who's fighting to keep him in this picture.
Abigail: But the project is better for it. And I'm willing to ask for help if it makes the final result more meaningful.
Adam: I always believed in what we could accomplish together. I don't just - I don't understand why you never trusted in that.
Abigail: Well, it really doesn't matter, because Nick's not - Nick isn't part of the equation anymore.
Adam: Since when?
Abigail: Well, since you and Molly started freaking out about him. He doesn't want to come within 100 feet of me now.
Adam: I didn't know.
Abigail: Yeah, well, he was a friend. And this movie is all I have left of someone who was really, really nice to me, and I'm not just going to let it sit there.
Abigail: You know, I did a lot of work, and I'm really proud of it. I'll see you in class.
Nick: You can relax, you know. Nobody knows us here.
Woman: Yeah, well, I'd like to keep it that way. Celebrating?
Nick: Why not?
Woman: So how'd it go with Jake McKinnon?
Nick: Apparently the girl has a crush on me.
Nick: And Jake is letting me see her one more time. I'm supposed to explain why our "friendship" could never work.
Woman: Well as long as you leave her wanting more.
Nick: She will.
Woman: Otherwise this thing will never work.
Nick: I said I've got it handled. Abigail is in deep enough with me already. One more bittersweet good-bye, and she'll do whatever it takes to see me again.
Woman: Well, love can be so cruel.
Nick: Yeah, if you play it right.
Craig: Carly, it's me. Listen, I hope you get this message before you leave. I don't think dinner tonight is such a good idea. I would be bad company, I think.
[Knock at the door] we'll talk, okay.
Carly: Now that would be a stunned look crossing your face. Am I right?
Craig: I was just leaving you a message about dinner -
Carly: You don't look ready to go.
Craig: I don't think it would be such a good idea.
Carly: Why don't you take a look at my dress and reconsider.
Craig: This is how you're helping me with my grief? You're showing up here looking like a goddess?
Carly: I thought I'd give it a shot. Nobody has worshiped at my altar lately.
Craig: Well, I would drop to my knees, but -
Craig: I'll go change.
Craig: Seeing you here dressed like that - awhile ago I had this dream -
Carly: Craig, get dressed.
Craig: Even if we don't eat, and even if I'm bad company - I just want you to know that you have already made my day and probably tomorrow and maybe even the day after that, if you're still around.
Jennifer: Hi, I hope you don't mind that I'm here. I convinced the housekeeper to let me wait for you. I know how you feel about your privacy.
Barbara: I've been thinking about you every day since Bryant's funeral. You better?
Jennifer: I just needed to see you. I have something to tell you - something important.
Isaac: Take care, man.
Paul: All right, man, thanks. Hey, look at you. You almost look happy.
Rose: I had a problem that I had to solve. It's all fixed.
Paul: You don't deserve to have any problems in your life, Rose.
Rose: Remember that night that we were planning?
Paul: The uh - yeah, I remember. I keep dreaming about it. You kidding me?
Rose: You want to get lucky?
Paul: Don't tease me. You're not teasing me?
Rose: No. I'm not. So if you can get the room at the Lakeview, we can make a night of it -an all-night of it. You've been taking your vitamins, right?