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Another World Transcript Monday 7/21/03

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Jamie: I can't believe how beautiful it is out there.

Lisa: I know, it's wonderful.

Jamie: Would you like to keep walking for a while?

Lisa: No, I'm kind of warm, actually.

Jamie: Oh, yeah? Too warm for me to put my arms around you?

Lisa: No.

Jamie: I feel closer to you now than I've felt in a long time.

Lisa: I feel the same way, Jamie.

Jamie: I think we've got a chance now, you know?

Lisa: Mm, thanks to you.

Jamie: What did I do?

Lisa: You didn't give up on me.

Jamie: Well, that was easy.

Lisa: No, it wasn't. A lot of guys would've run the other way, hearing all my problems.

Jamie: A lot of guys are fools, too.

Lisa: You've been very patient with me. And starting tonight...

Jamie: Yeah? Starting tonight?

Lisa: I'm gonna make it up to you.

Jamie: Well, that sounds pretty intriguing. Would you care to be more, um, specific?

Ada: Hey, boy, we better call out crowd control. Tell me there were people here before, tell me we can pay the meat bill this month.

M.J.: We did pretty good for dinner.

Ada: Well, this still is dinner! I mean, 8:00 is not an uncivilized time to eat. Your mother and father in the kitchen?

M.J.: No, actually, I sent them home about half an hour ago.

Ada: You here all alone?

M.J.: Yep. You better get used to it, Ada. I think I'm gonna be around here a lot.

Ada: Ok by me.

M.J.: Especially between the hours of 9 to 5.

Ada: If you're here from 9 to 5, you better quit your job.

M.J.: Yeah, well, you guessed it. That's what I did.

Chad: Well, it's about time.

Bridget: There we go.

John: Oh, thank you.

Bridget: Well, will that be all, Miss Donna?

Donna: Mm, yes, Bridget, thank you.

Bridget: Well, I was wondering if you--if you don't need me anymore, I mean...Could I have the evening off?

Donna: Why, is there an emergency, someone ill?

John: She said optimistically.

Bridget: Oh, no, it's nothing like that. I have this nice friend, this gentleman friend, and he--he wants to take me to the movies.

Donna: Oh, Bridget, of course, yes, go!

Bridget: Oh, thank you.

John: Now, hold it, hold it right there, Bridget. You got this hot date with this guy? Don't you think that we should know something about this dude?

Bridget: He's not a dude! Why, I mean his name is Clive Barrows, and he's a very fine gentleman.

Donna: Bridget, he's teasing you.

Bridget: Oh, uh, well...

John: You have a good time, Bridget, but not too good of time, and remember your curfew is at 12:00. We'll be waiting up.

Bridget: Oh, come on now! You're too much you are.

Donna: Would you go? Just go, enjoy! Heh heh heh!

John: Well, at least somebody around here's getting a little action.

Donna: I really wish you'd keep your comments to yourself.

John: My comments? What's the matter, Donna? Have I offended you?

Donna: Please!

John: In that case, I'll take back every word. So...What are you up to?

Donna: Well, as you know, I was hoping to go away with my husband on that little surprise trip that I had planned for us.

John: Hmm, but he surprised you, didn't he? Went to Philadelphia without you.

Donna: It was a business emergency.

John: Uh-huh. And now, you don't have a clue as to what to do with yourself.

Donna: I think I'm going for a drive.

John, huffs: And what about me, Donna? How do you suggest I spend tonight?

Donna: I don't care how you spend your night.

John: You mean you're up to leaving me to my own devices? Spending the night by myself, I mean.

Donna: I'm sure you'll find something to do to enjoy yourself.

Peter: Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.

Donna: Peter, you're not interrupting.

Peter: Are you sure?

John: Yes, she's sure.

Peter: Uh, John, don't leave on my account.

John: Oh, I'm not, Pete. Actually, the ice coffee has gotten hot. Why don't you put your finger in there and stir it up? That's sure to cool it down.

Peter: Heh heh heh. Oh, I have the worst timing, always arriving at the wrong moment.

Donna: What do you want, Peter?

Peter: Well, I--where's Michael?

Donna: He's away on business. Why?

Peter: Michael's away. Well, isn't that fascinating?

Donna: Peter, like I said, what are you doing here?

Peter: Donna, I came to discuss the house.

Donna: What house?

Peter: This house, formerly known as the Love mansion.

Donna: So what's the problem?

Peter: That is the problem, Donna.

Donna: Peter, you know, I really don't like to play games, so why don't you just say what you mean.

Peter: All right, fine, fine. This house is quickly turning into the Hudson family barracks.

Donna: Oh, Peter!

Peter: Well, it's the truth. And it's not fair to me, Donna. And starting today, it's going to change.

Jamie: Come on, tell me. How are you going to do it?

Lisa: Do what?

Jamie: Make it up to me.

Lisa: You don't give up, do you?

Jamie: Well, you don't have to if you don't want to.

Lisa: No, no, I want to.

Jamie: Well, then tell me, what do you have in mind?

Lisa: I can't.

Jamie: Why not?

Lisa: Because I haven't decided yet.

Jamie: Well, maybe I could help you.

Lisa: No, I don't think so.

Jamie: Well, I could offer a few suggestions--

Lisa: No way!

Jamie: Why not?

Lisa: Um, because I want it to be a surprise.

Jamie: That's not fair.

Lisa: I thought you loved surprises.

Jamie: Surprises and Brussels sprouts are my 2 least favorite things.

Lisa: Oh, Brussels sprouts! I haven't had those in years!

Jamie: Wait a minute! Don't change the subject. Tell me, what are you planning?

Lisa: I hate to disappoint you.

Jamie: You could never do that.

Lisa: All I'm gonna do is try to be there for you the way you have been for me.

Jamie: You don't have to try and be anything for me. We're gonna be just fine. No, we're gonna be wonderful. We've got a chance again.

Lisa: You know, until you came along, I never thought I'd meet someone that I'd feel comfortable with. Every time a man would look at me, I'd worry what he was thinking, and wonder if I was sending out the wrong kind of vibes.

Jamie: And so you shut yourself off.

Lisa: Hmm, it seemed like the only thing to do... The only way not to be hurt.

Jamie: Remember when we first met?

Lisa: Now, how could anyone forget that?

Jamie: Well, I now understand what must have been going through your mind when I kissed you.

Lisa: Mm, I don't even want to think what went through your mind when I slapped you.

Jamie: Oh, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

Lisa: I've come a long way from then...Thanks to you.

Jamie: No, don't thank me. You did it yourself, Lisa. You're a very strong human being.

Lisa: All the time, I never could act on how I felt about someone. I always felt threatened. With you, I feel secure.

Jamie: Do you like swings?

Lisa: Heh! Where did that come from?

Jamie: I saw an old-fashioned swing outside. Would you like to swing with me?

Lisa: Why not?

Jamie: Come on, let's go.

Chad: You just went in there and quit?

M.J.: You got it.

Chad: Well, good for you.

M.J.: Chad, you know there was really nothing else I could do. I don't want to involve the force in a scandal.

Chad: You're upset about this. Come on, you're gonna get another job.

M.J.: That was the job I wanted, Chad.

Chad: Being a cop meant that much to you?

M.J.: Yeah. That much.

Chad: Well, if that's the truth, then why don't you go back there and tell them you've changed your mind?

M.J.: Oh, come on, get serious!

Chad: Look, if you're worried about the tape, I can make sure that it never surfaces again.

M.J.: How? You can't do that.

Chad: The organization has a problem with me, not you.

M.J.: Yeah, but it doesn't make any difference. I mean, they could decide to print up a hundred copies of that tape and spread them around if they wanted to. You already tried to stop them. You couldn't.

Chad: M.J., I'll go along with whatever they want, and I will.

M.J.: No, Chad, forget it.

Chad: If that's what it takes--

M.J.: I said forget it, and I meant it, ok? Anyway, don't even think about it because it's not only the tape. I mean, my past is gonna catch up with me sooner or later. And there's just...Too many people that would be hurt. Delaney, all the guys down at the station house.

Chad: Oh, maybe not. I mean, you're not sure about that.

M.J.: It already caught up with me once. Adam found out what I was and doesn't want to have anything to do with me now.

Chad: Hey, you are gonna get over this.

M.J.: I told my mom.

Chad: You what?

M.J.: Yep, I told my mom, and as soon as I get the chance, I'm gonna tell my father, too.

Chad: Oh, no, no, no, no, M.J., you can't do that!

M.J.: Chad, relax! Relax, I'm not gonna get you involved. I don't hold you responsible for anything that happened to me anymore. For the first time in my life, I realize that it was my decision to become a prostitute.

Adam: I want to talk to M.J.

Chad: Be my guest.

Adam: Alone!

Chad: I don't think the lady wants to be alone with you.

Peter: The way things have been going lately, it appears that we have another Hudson moving in here every 5 minutes.

Donna: Oh, drop it, Peter.

Peter: Well, perhaps I exaggerate.

Donna: Perhaps?

Peter: Perhaps. But I only wish to make a point. For you all intents and purposes, Donna, the Love mansion no longer exists.

Donna: Fine, you've made your point. Now I'm leaving. Excuse me.

Peter: Doesn't that bother you?

Donna: What bothers me is that you're standing here in my way.

Peter: You are a Love, Donna.

Donna: I am a Hudson now!

Peter: All right, fine, fine. Half this house is mine.

Donna: Oh, so that's what you came here for, to take half your house? Did you bring a saw?

Peter: I'm sorry you're taking this so lightly.

Donna: Peter, I'm taking this lightly because I have no idea what you're talking bout.

Peter: I'm talking about my family, my father... Our father.

Donna: Well, what about him?

Peter: I want him welcome in this house.

Donna: Oh, you're joking.

Peter: He's very fond of Victoria.

Donna: You're not joking.

Peter: And I promised Dad that whenever he wishes to get together with Victoria, he is to be welcome here.

Donna: You promised him?!

Peter: You can't do anything to change it, Donna. I just wanted to put you on notice.

Donna: Well, I just want to put you on notice that that'll never happen. He will never be allowed in this house.

Peter: You can't stop him, Donna.

Donna: Maybe I can't, but Michael will because he won't allow him in here.

Peter: Well, we'll see about that.

Donna: Just a minute, Peter. What do you have a stake in all of this?

Peter: What do you mean?

Donna: Well, I just happen to know that our father has never really been too fond of you. In fact, he says that you're, um--what would it be? I guess a...a wimp. So when did you two get so cozy?

Peter: You are so very, very wrong, Donna.

Donna: He used you, Peter.

Peter: Once perhaps, but no more.

Donna: Once?! He did it all the time, and he continues to do it, and he'll always do it. I mean, for heaven's sake, where's your self-respect?

Peter: Heh! And what of your self-respect, sister dear?

Adam: Look, this is between me and M.J.

Chad: You got no right to her, Cory.

Adam: And what does that got to do with you?

Chad: Look, you're not even married to her. You don't even work with her anymore!

Adam: I'm getting real tired of you, pal.

Chad: Well, then leave.

Adam: Butt out!

M.J.: Hey, come on, you guys.

Chad: Look, I'm not asking you to leave, buddy, I'm telling you to leave.

Adam: Look, you're really looking for some trouble--

M.J.: Stop it, you guys, just stop it! I don't need this, ok? Chad, would you leave us alone for a minute, please?

Chad: M.J., he's got no right--

M.J.: Please, just for me. I'll just be a minute.

M.J.: Adam, if this is about me coming back to the force--

Adam: It's not what this is about.

M.J.: Well, then what is it about?

Adam: The tape. I want to know about this tape.

M.J.: You saw it. What else is there to know?

Adam: Who sent it to me?

M.J.: I don't know.

Adam: You have no idea?

M.J.: No, I don't. And anyway, what difference does it make?

Adam: That tape destroyed my marriage.

M.J.: It was my marriage, too, Adam.

Adam: Yeah, well, somebody's out to hurt us. Or me.

M.J.: Or me.

Adam: And I want to know who it is, and I want to know why.

M.J.: Give it up, Adam.

Adam: I don't give up that easy, M.J.

M.J.: Just forget it, ok? I made a mistake, a big mistake, and now I'm paying for it. It's as simple as that.

Adam: No, it's not that simple. I need to know why. Now, somebody has waited all this time, all these years to drop this bombshell now. Let me tell you something... I'm gonna find out why.

Wally: Good evening. What can I get you fellas?

Man 1: How about a little action?

Wally: Ha! What kind of action did you have in mind?

Man 2: Oh, something that would relax a couple of hard-working, lonely executives. If you get our drift.

Wally: Be pretty hard to miss it.

Man 1: We thought we could find something along those lines in here.

Man 2: And we are on pretty hefty expense accounts, so money's no object, if you get our drift.

Wally: Hey, look, gentlemen, why don't I suggest that the two of you just drift right on out of here.

Man 1: Good evening.

Felicia: Good evening.

Man 1: My name's Hank. What's yours, little lady?

Felicia: Hi, Hank. Well, it's certainly not little lady, not even close, unfortunately. Uh, my name is Felicia. What can I do for you?

Hank: She wants to know what she can do for us, Burt.

Burt: Why don't we discuss it over a drink?

Felicia: Oh, I see. I'll tell you what I'll do for you. I'll buy you both a drink. You see, I'm sort of the boss around here.

Hank: You?

Felicia: Yeah, me. It's my place. Look, why don't you stay, enjoy your drink, but...If you try and hit on anybody else, I'm afraid Wally's gonna have to skate you right out of here. Is that a deal?

Hank: Sure, we--thanks for the drink.

Felicia: You're welcome. Have fun.

Hank: I blew that one, man.

Wally: Hey, john!

John: Wally. Well, it's good to see you. Actually, it's good to see anything, but it's especially good to see my buddy Wally.

Wally: Hey, what do you say I whip up a batch of Philippine Pistols to celebrate, huh?

John: Ooh, hit the blender.

[Wally imitates blender]

Felicia: So it's just the two of you tonight?

Mac: That's it.

Rachel: We don't have reservations.

Felicia: Oh, it's all right, you're early, doesn't matter. Just seat yourself anywhere you like. I've got a crisis in the kitchen, so I'll join you later.

Mac: Thank you, Felicia.

Rachel: We're gonna have to bring Amanda here. She'll love it.

Mac: Oh, yes, this is just her kind of place--expensive.

Rachel: Beautiful.

Mac: Expensive.

Rachel: Mac, we weren't going to talk about that.

Mac: Ok, what do we talk about?

Rachel: Oh, Amanda's coming home, and I've missed her so much. She should be here in time for her birthday.

Mac: 18 years old. Where did it go?

Rachel: We should have a party, Mac. We should make it special.

Mac: Remember her fourth birthday party? A hundred ch--count them-- 100 kids.

Rachel: Tramping through the gardens, tracking mud all through the house.

Mac: The lawn turned brown from chocolate cake crumbs.

Rachel: Oh, it was a lovely party.

Mac: Rachel...You are not planning for this party to be on that kind of scale, are you?

Rachel: What kind of scale?

Mac: Rachel, say it ain't so!

Rachel: Well, there won't be a hundred children wandering through the house.

Mac: There won't be a hundred anything, Rachel. Will there?

Rachel: Oh, Mac, I remember what it was like to be 18. I remember I wanted so badly to have a coming out party. Of course, Mom's crack was, "coming out from what?"

Mac: Ha ha ha!

Rachel: And then of course, she explained that we were hardly social register, and that we couldn't afford it. It would be much too expensive. She gave me a very nice party, but I really wanted a coming out party.

Mac: Ok, ok, ok! You win.

Rachel: Win what? Mac; it'll be a coming out party.

Rachel: Mac, are you serious?

Mac: You really think Amanda will like it?

Rachel: Mac, let me get this straight. Instead of giving her a birthday party, we'll give her a coming out party?

Mac: Are you claiming that that wasn't the idea in your mind all along?

Rachel: Well--

Mac: Yeah, you'll love it. Amanda will love it. All Bay City will love it.

Rachel: Oh, you're a darling!

Mac: And I will love it because I love Amanda, and I love my wonderful, wonderful wife. Mwah, mwah!

Jamie: This is wonderful out here.

Lisa: I haven't felt this peaceful in so long.

Jamie: Have you noticed all the honeymooners about?

Lisa: You're kidding.

Jamie: No, they're all over the place.

Lisa: Then how come I haven't seen a single soul?

Jamie: Well, obviously, you're not paying attention.

Lisa: Besides, how do you know they're honeymooners?

Jamie: Well, the rings for one thing.

Lisa: The rings?

Jamie: Yeah, they're all shiny and new. It's a dead giveaway.

Lisa: I never thought of that.

Jamie: Plus, there's a certain-- a certain look.

Lisa: What kind of look?

Jamie: Well, it's hard to put into words.

Lisa: Well, then show me.

Jamie: Ok. All right, I'll show you, if you insist. It's like... Ha ha ha! I can't--

Lisa: Oh, you look like a lost puppy!

Jamie: All right, make fun of me, but I'm telling you, whatever the look is, we apparently have it.

Lisa: Who says?

Jamie: The couple next door. They--they thought we were on our honeymoon.

Lisa: You're kidding.

Jamie: Now, why do you think I'm always kidding you?

Lisa: What did you tell them?

Jamie: Well, I said no, but...

Lisa: But?

Jamie: Ahem. But it's not a bad idea. A honeymoon here.

Lisa: Oh.

Jamie: Oh? Is that all you can say? Oh?

Lisa: No. It's a beautiful place. I think it would be wonderful to have a honeymoon here and for 2 people to start their new lives together.

Jamie: 2 people.

Lisa: Us.

Jamie: I'm getting uncomfortable.

Lisa: What's wrong?

Jamie: Well, it's the heat. Are you hot?

Lisa: No, I'm fine.

Jamie: You're not even a little warm?

Lisa: Well, sure, I'm warm, but I--

Jamie: I've got an idea.

Lisa: What?

Jamie: I saw a lake not far from here. How about a swim?

Lisa: No.

Jamie: come on, it'll be romantic. Just the two of us swimming under the moonlight.

Lisa: No, Jamie, I don't want to swim.

Jamie: It's the perfect night for it. Come on, where's your sense of adventure?

Lisa: No, Jamie, I don't want to swim, ok?

Jamie: Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. You're not running away from me again. What is it?

Rachel: I thought we should have a tent stretching from the patio to the tennis courts.

Mac: At the rate you're inviting people, we're gonna need a circus big top.

Rachel: Amanda will never forget this party as long as she lives.

Mac: Watch out, world, Amanda Cory is coming out. Get ready.

Felicia: Mac, I'm sorry to interrupt you guys, but, uh, you have a phone call. Amanda from London.

Mac: Oh, thank you! Her ears must've been burning.

Rachel: Oh, no, wait a minute! Mac, don't tell her about the party. We have to keep it a secret.

Mac: I'm not to say anything?

Rachel: Well, tell her we're giving her a family birthday party, small.

Mac: Very small party for which she will not need a new outfit.

Rachel: Oh, Mac!

Felicia: Philadelphia? You're kidding. Why didn't you go with him?

Donna: Because it was a business trip. I didn't want to sit in offices all day listening to profit and loss. I mean, tell me how depressing.

Felicia: Oh, yeah, I suppose you're right.

Donna: You know the whole thing was I had this wonderful surprise trip planned for the both of us, and now I've had to postpone it.

Felicia: Surprise trip to where?

Donna: Um, a secret place. That's all I'm going to say, too.

Felicia: You romantic little devil you! It's one of those secluded places, isn't it? Yes, like a lagoon, maybe? A lonely beach? Is it one of those places where you never wear any clothes? It is, isn't?

Donna: You can pump me all you want, but you're not going to get it out of me.

Felicia: Donna, I hate that! I hate people who keep secrets. You know that.

Donna: Sorry.

Felicia: All right. So, how's it going out at the house without Michael there? I mean, just John?

Donna: Actually, Felicia, everything is going to be just fine because I have finally taken your advice. I am actively doing something about it. Do you know that John Hudson...

Felicia: Uh, he's at the bar.

Donna: Is the most egotistical--

Felicia: No, honey, I'm not kidding. He really is at the bar.

Donna: I don't care where he is, because I am not going to let him get under my skin anymore.

Felicia: Good. That sounds very healthy, really.

Donna: Oh, it is. You see, I have decided to focus all of my energy and my attention on my husband. In fact, I have another little surprise planned. One that's going to bring us even closer together.

Felicia: No, no, no, time out here, now wait a minute. You just said that you had some surprise trip planned, and you didn't want to talk about it, so I accept that, fine. But as your so-called best friend--

Donna: Now, wait a minute! You are, you are my best friend!

Felicia: All right, now time out, wait a minute, I'm not done here! Now, you just said you had another surprise. Now, I mean there's no way that you wouldn't tell me about it, would you?

Donna: No.

Felicia: Donna!

Donna: You will find out soon enough, I promise.

Felicia: You--

Wally: Felicia! Hi, Donna. Felicia, things are getting worse in the kitchen. The new pastry chef has gone completely berserk. He's throwing pats of butter at the head chef.

Felicia: You're kidding! Oh, it's going to be a long day. I'll see you. Thanks, Wally.

Hank: Dance?

Donna: Excuse me?

Hank: You look like a lady who loves to dance. So do I.

Donna: Um, no, no, thank you.

Hank: I know you're alone. I've been watching you.

Donna: I'm really not interested.

Hank: I'm very interested. Come on, one dance!

John: The lady's with me, pal.

Hank: She's alone, pal.

John: What are you, hard-of-hearing?

Hank: Get lost!

John: I said she's with me!

Hank: And I said get lost!

John: She's my wife.

Hank: This gimp says he's your hubby.

Hank: You'd rather dance with a gimp than me?

Wally: Ok, buddy, you're out of here!

Hank: Oh, yeah?

Wally: Yeah, you and your friend! Before you get hurt.

Hank: All right, I don't want any trouble. Have fun dancing with the gimp!

Wally: Get out of here!

John: Gimp?

Wally: Look, John, I would've let you have him, but our insurance doesn't cover you busting up on the rude customers.

John: Don't worry about it.

Wally: Donna, I'm sorry. I should've seen him coming over your way.

Donna: Wally, that wasn't your fault. Besides, it's all over with now, anyway.

Wally: Oh, thank you. Hey, how about I whip up another batch of Philippine Pistols, ok?

John: Great idea.

Wally: Great!

Donna: I can't believe he said all those things.

John: It's not like I haven't heard the word before.

Donna: It's just people can be so cruel sometimes.

John: Well, it's safe to say that I'm no Fred Astaire. What are you doing?

Donna: You don't need that.

John: I don't need that? Well, perhaps you're right. Maybe only on special occasions, like when I have to walk.

Donna: Well, it will get in the way when you're dancing. Would you like to have this dance with me?

John: Sure, why not?

Mac: 2 days.

Rachel: 2 days for what?

Mac: That's when Amanda says she'll be home.

Rachel: Oh, Mac!

Mac: I gave her your love. She sent you hers with a zillion kisses. She sounded fabulous, very excited.

Rachel: You didn't tell her about the party?

Mac: No, no, no, don't worry. I said that we were gonna have a very small, very casual family birthday party.

Jamie: Tell me.

Lisa: There's nothing to tell.

Jamie: Then why were you running away from again?

Lisa: Because you don't take no for an answer.

Jamie: Well, I would have if you'd explained.

Lisa: Jamie I'm tired of explaining everything. Can't you understand that?

Jamie: Can't you understand that I'm on your side, Lisa, and that I want to help? Now, something just set you off just now, and I want to know what it is.

Lisa: The lake...

Jamie: What about it?

Lisa: I didn't tell you everything... That happened.

Jamie: Go on.

Lisa: About the rape.

Jamie: Did it happen near a lake?

Lisa:  Sort of. I--I was swimming in the river, and it was night, and the moon was on the water, and--

Jamie: Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. If I had known, I--

Lisa: You couldn't have known. No, you couldn't have.

Jamie: It makes me so angry when I think about what happened to you.

Lisa: It doesn't...Do much anymore to be angry.

Jamie: Did you prosecute him? I mean, is--did you turn him in? Is he in jail?

Lisa: I couldn't.

Jamie: Why not?

Lisa: Nobody would've believed me.

Jamie: Well, how can you say that?

Lisa: It would have been his word against mine.

Jamie: Yeah, but you would have been telling the truth. Why do you think nobody would've believed you?

Lisa: Nobody would have cared, Jamie, don't you see?

Jamie: No, I don't see.

Lisa: He was very respected in the town.

Jamie: He was a rapist, Lisa.

Lisa: Jamie, please!

Jamie: He should've been prosecuted, and maybe it's not too late.

Lisa: It is.

Jamie: Why?

Lisa: Because I want to put it all behind me. I don't want to talk about it anymore. All that matters is now I have you.

Chad: Why doesn't he just leave you alone?

M.J.: Chad, I think he's got a right to some answers. He was hurt pretty bad by this thing.

Chad: [Scoffs] and you weren't?

M.J.: Not by him.

Chad: He backed out of the marriage, didn't he?

M.J.: What choice did he have? Ooh...I don't wanna talk about this anymore, ok?

Chad: I'm sorry. I'm just tryin' to help.

M.J.: Well, it's a little too late, I'm afraid.

Chad: Oh, come on. Will you stop punishing yourself?

M.J.: Maybe that's what I deserve, Chad.

Chad: Well, that's a great reason to tell your father, isn't it?

M.J.: No. I'm telling my father because I'm going to be honest from now on. I told you that.

Chad: What if he gets violent or something? I mean...

M.J.: [Scoffs] with me?

Chad: What is he gonna do?

M.J.: Nah. That's not Pop's style.

Chad: Well, what do you think he's gonna do, jump for joy?

M.J.: No. I think first he's gonna get really upset. He's gonna scream a lot, and then I think he'll probably go out and look for somebody else to blame.

Chad: I wonder who that could be?

M.J.: I told you, I am not gonna point a finger at you.

Chad: Hey, hey, hey. I'm not worried about that. I care about you. I wanna help you. I want to protect you.

M.J.: Those days are long gone, Chad.

Chad: Oh, babe, they don't have to be.

M.J.; What are you talking about?

Chad: M.J., listen. You're off the police force now, right? And you're gonna need a new job.

M.J.; So?

Chad: So I can always use a new client.

M.J.: What?!

Chad: Providing that client is talented and beautiful and dynamic. M.J... What do you think about going back to singing?

M.J.: You have got to be kidding.

Chad: I'm not kidding. It's what you've always wanted, I know it.

M.J.: I can't go back to singing, Chad.

Chad: Why not? What have you got to lose?

M.J.: Think about what happened last time.

Chad: Things'll be different. You're older and wiser. We both are.

M.J.: [Laughs] I can't believe you.

Chad: What's so funny?

M.J.: Any minute now, you're gonna start talking about dreams.

Chad: Well, what's wrong with dreams? We all have them.

M.J.: Speak for yourself.

Chad: Hey, I know you have 'em. You're just letting it all go to waste. Look, you're depressed now. That'll all pass over, and then you'll be ready to start a new career, a whole new life.

M.J.: You always knew how to push my buttons, Chad. You always knew how to manipulate me.

Chad: Come on. I'm not trying to manipulate you. I'm trying to help you.

M.J.: It's not gonna work this time. My family really needs me, and I really need them. With Kathleen gone... My first responsibility has got to be for them. From now on, all of my energy is going into being honest with them and being the daughter they deserve.

Chad: I think it's a great idea that you should be with your family, but you can't spend the rest of your life trying to be a good daughter.

M.J.: Don't tell me what I can do.

Chad: M.J., I know you. You need and want much more than that.

M.J.: What I need is a new start.

Chad: I'm all for it, and I want to be a part of it. M.J., believe me, I admire you for having the guts to want to tell your dad the truth. I really do.

M.J.: Then why don't you leave me alone and let me do it, ok?

Chad: Because you deserve much more than that. Don't let your talent go to waste.

Chad: Look, I'm gonna make that offer good to you. Whenever you want to go back to singing, you just call me. And if you just want someone to hold you... I'm always there for you.

Reginald: Where is everybody?

Peter: Aren't I somebody?

Reginald: I beg your pardon, Peter?

Peter: Good evening, Dad. What brings you back to the old homestead?

Reginald: I do like this house. It's so solid. There's a strength to it, a power.

Peter: All it needs is you back under its roof, then it would return to what it once was-- the premiere residence of Bay City.

Reginald: Not an unpleasant thought.

Peter: And not an impossible one. Dad... Dad, it's what I dream of: All of us back here, living under this one roof, the center of Bay City society again.

Reginald: Dreams are all very well, Peter, but there are hard realities that one day you're going to have to face.

Peter: Yes, yes. I'm aware of that. I only meant--

Reginald: It's all right, Peter. Now, don't get upset.

Peter: I'm not upset.

Reginald: Good, then let's get down to business.

Peter: Business, yes. Of course, always business.

Reginald: What is the matter with you tonight? You're such a drudge.

Peter: I'm sorry, Dad. I'll put on a happy face for business.


Peter: I presume this is what you're interested in.

Reginald: [Chuckles] this is it.

Peter: They do look rather chummy, don't you think?

Reginald: And how is Victoria assimilating into the Hudson ménage?

Peter: Well, Victoria-- Victoria seems rather fond of her Uncle...John.

Reginald: That will change.

Peter: I'm sure it will, but how are you going to get her back on your side, Dad?

Reginald: Through love. I love her, and she will learn to trust me, so much so that she will listen to me about Michael.

Peter: Dad, I hesitate to say this, but I--

Reginald: That is your problem, Peter--you hesitate. Why don't you just come out and say it, whatever it is?

Peter: Look, I know that you love Victoria very much, but I don't think you're ever going to get her to listen to you again.

Reginald: Oh, Peter. Such a pessimist. Such a defeatist. This is how we get Victoria over to our camp--the first thing we do is let her in on some of the behind-the-scenes shenanigans, then we watch it all play out. This place will come tumbling down like a house of cards.


Rachel: We'll get the invitations engraved, and I guess we're going to have to messenger them out.

Mac: You've invited everybody, Rachel. Why don't we just get a sky-writer, "a party at the Cory's. Y'all come."

Rachel: That's a terrific idea. You should get right on that, Mac.

Mac: We have got a lot to do.

Rachel: I know. We've got to think about what to wear.

Mac: Not "we." Me will be inside a tuxedo.

Rachel: No. I was thinking about Amanda.

Mac: Rachel, Amanda shopped her way across the entire continent of Europe. I shudder to think that she has nothing to put on.

Rachel: You know perfectly well you're going to be driving her from boutique to boutique. As soon as she sets foot off of that airplane, she's gonna wrap you right around her finger the way she always does, probably before she gets to the baggage carousel.

Mac: Right.

Rachel: [Chuckling] you know, it's been a long time since we've given a bash like this.

Mac: Well, I've got a nightmarish feeling we're just about to make up for that.

Rachel: Well, it will be a lot of work, but I'm gonna love every minute of it.

Mac: So am I.

[Slow music plays]

Donna: Um...It's over.

John: Yeah. It was a good song, wasn't it?

Donna: Thank you for the dance.

John: What? It's over?

Donna: Yes, John, the music's stopped.

John: Oh. Yeah, well, that's always a dead giveaway.

Donna: Thank you again for rescuing me before.

John: Wally was your white knight.

Donna: No. No, Wally saved that other guy from you.

John: Me? I wasn't about to dance with him. You're the only one I... Uh, listen, I think at this point, a few more Philippine Pistols are required... For you, too.

Donna: No, um, I'm, uh, I'm going home.

John: No. Wally, I'm sure, blended this one especially for you.

Donna: Well, some other time. I have to leave.

Felicia: Donna, wait a minute. Hey, your best friend wants to know what's going on here? What?

Donna: What's going on is that I'm going home. I want to talk to my husband.

Felicia: Good. That's a good idea.

Donna: Yes, I think so. I have to talk to him.

Felicia: About the surprise trip or--or the secret?

Donna: Um...I think maybe... The surprise.

Felicia: Really? Why do you say that? I mean, because the surprise is better than the secret, or is the secret better than the surprise? You can tell me that much.

Donna: Unh-uh.

Felicia: Donna. Donna, you're making me crazy with this. Come on. Just give me a little hint.

Donna: No! No, no, no.

Felicia: One?

Donna: None.

Felicia: I can't believe you're doing this.

Lisa: Thank you.

Jamie: There you go again.

Lisa: What did I do?

Jamie: You're not supposed to say "thank you," remember? I mean, from now on, we say things like, "I had a great time" or "I had fun" or "let's do it again."

Lisa: I had a great time. I had fun. Let's do it again. Was that better?

Jamie: Much better.

Lisa: [Chuckling] I wish I didn't have to leave.

Jamie: Then let's not. Let's quit our jobs. Let's have our mail delivered here. Wouldn't that be-- what do you say?

Lisa: Well, I think a lot of people would be sick if you quit your job.

Jamie: Well, I know, but it would be great, wouldn't it, to have our own place here, all to ourselves?

Lisa: To tell you the truth, I've been dreaming about it all day.

Jamie: Have you?

Lisa: It's been so good... To be here... Alone together.   It's been a long day, hasn't it?

Jamie: Yeah. And I suppose you want to, uh, get some sleep, hmm? I'll take the couch again.

Lisa: No, no. I don't mind. I'll take the couch.

Jamie: I'm sleepin' on the couch, and I--I do mind.

Lisa: That's why I should take it. It's not uncomfortable for me, Jamie, really.

Jamie: It's not uncomfortable for me, either, Lisa.

Lisa: But you said you minded.

Jamie: Only because I can't be with you. I think I'm gonna hang out here for a little while. Good night.

Lisa: Good night, Jamie. "I probably won't be writing much in this diary anymore. I can't write anymore about the night I was raped. I will never tell Jamie what really happened that night."

Chad: I'm here, M.J., whenever you need me.

M.J.: I... I'm not gonna need anybody anymore, Chad.

Chad: You're fooling yourself if you think that.

M.J.: I'm fooling myself? You're the one who's still living on dreams.

Chad: Well, what's wrong with dreams?

M.J.: I had a dream once... With Adam. Look where it got me. Nope. No, no, no. It's time for me to face reality, and that means facing my father. I have got to be honest with him.

Chad: Fine, and when you're done being honest with your father, why don't you try being honest with yourself?

M.J.: What's that supposed to mean?

Chad: M.J., you never wanted to make a career out of being a cop. You just wanted to please Adam. Now you have the chance to be the person you can really be. I want to help you be that person. Let me help you. You have the chance to be really happy now. Don't walk away from it.

John: Hey! What happened?

Donna: Nothing.

John: Well, did you forget something?

Donna: No.

John: Then what are you doing here?

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