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Another World Transcript Thursday 7/24/03

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[Honks horn]

[Jamie laughs]

Jamie: What are you doing here? Any sensible human being would still be in bed. Hi.

Lisa: Hi. Well, I knew you were working a double shift.

Jamie: How did you know that?

Lisa: Because how else could you get the time to follow me to Wisconsin?

Jamie: You are as shrewd as you are beautiful.

Lisa: Was it bad? Work, I mean.

Jamie: Well, yeah. It was hot last night, right?

Lisa: Yeah.

Jamie: Hot weather seems to make people, uh, shoot and stab each other more often.

Lisa: Oh, that's awful.

Jamie: You look great.

Lisa: Thanks. You look terrible.

Jamie: Thanks. Is that why you came by to pick me up?

Lisa: No. I came because I love you.

[Knock on door]

Vince: We're closed, for crying out loud! Can't you read?!

Cass: Vince, it's Cass! Open up!

Vince: Great, great. That's just what I need.

Cass: What are you doing here so early?

Vince: I didn't go home.

Cass: You stayed here all night?

Vince: Hey, it's air conditioned.

Cass: I called Mary. She said you might be over here.

Vince: You want some coffee?

Cass: Oh, yeah. Should you call that coffee? It looks like battery acid.

Vince: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The cappuccino machine is on the blink.

Cass: So, uh, what'd you lose sleep over last night? Kathleen? Or was it M.J.?

Vince: Hey, hey. You don't know everything about me, all right?

Cass: Yeah, ok. So fill me in.

[Vince sighs]

Vince: It was M.J.

Cass: Yeah, she's had some problems.

Vince: I'm her problem. I never loved her enough.

Rachel: Wait a minute. I know I ordered six candelabra. I've got two of them, where are the other four? Well, you find them for me, all right? I'll call you back. I thought I sent you upstairs to put on what you're wearing for the party.

Matthew: I did.

Rachel: This isn't your tux.

Matthew: Oh, Mom.

Rachel: Don't you "Oh, Mom" me, Matthew Cory.

Anthony: Mrs. Cory, I think this garland's gonna be about a foot short.

Rachel: Oh, great. Ok, I'll call the florist in a minute. Why aren't you upstairs putting on your tuxedo?

Matthew: Mom, I look like a jerk in that thing.

Mac: Can't he wear something he feels comfortable in?

Rachel: Mac, he looks like a disco shortstop.

Matthew: Well, the tuxedo itches.

Mac: Look, maybe I could take you shopping this morning. We'll find you one that feels better.

Matthew: Nah.

Rachel: Mac, we don't have time for that.

[Doorbell rings] where's Helen?

Matthew: Oh, she's got the flu.

Rachel: What? How do you know that?

Matthew: Well, she told me when she gave me this.

Mac: Who's that from?

Rachel: Isn't somebody going to get that?

George: Yes, ma'am.

Rachel: Never mind.

Mac: Is it about the party?

Rachel: Forget the party! Forget everything!

Maid 1: It was the bakery, Mrs. Cory.

Maid 2: Five dozen petit fours, assorted colors. Where shall we put them?

Rachel: I can think of a wonderful place to put them.

Mac: Oh, it's from Amanda.

Rachel: Amanda who?

Matthew: She's coming, isn't she?

Mac: "Dear Mom and Dad, I'm driving across country with Lysette and Sara. They actually--" why don't they teach them to write anymore? "Bought--we bought a secondhand jeep. You can't call me, so I'll call you. Love to all, Amanda." Well, so I don't think there's a problem.

Rachel: What would you find a problem, the famine of 1912?

Mac: I think Amanda will be here on time.

Rachel: In a secondhand jeep, driving halfway across the country? George, Anthony, you can take those garlands down.

Mac: Wait a minute! Before you do this, darling, it's Amanda's birthday.

Rachel: I know that, Mac.

Mac: She's not gonna miss her 18th birthday with her family.

Rachel: Tell me, tell me where in that letter it indicates that?

Matthew: Does this mean I can forget about the tux? Sorry.

Mac: I don't think this is Amanda's fault.

Rachel: You never do.

Mac: Rachel, you are the one who escalated this party. You're the one who changed it from a small family birthday party into a big coming out party, and you didn't want Amanda to know about it.

Rachel: Well, it's her birthday, Mac! I just sort of figured she'd find it in her heart to come home and have it with us.

Mac: She'll be here, darling.

Rachel: In--yes, whenever the jeep gets here.

Mac: She's driving across the country with her two best friends. Would you want to miss that if you were her?

Rachel: You love being right, don't you?

Mac: Doesn't depress me.

Rachel: Well, it doesn't mean I have to sit around in a fully decorated house waiting for her to decide to arrive. Gentlemen, would you please take down the decorations?

Maid 1: What about the petit fours?

Rachel: Put them some place!

Mac: I think we should go ahead with the party preparations.

Rachel: Absolutely not, Mac!

Mac: I have faith in Amanda. She will be here.

Rachel: Well, it's going to be a very unique coming out party if she isn't.

Mac: Well, our guests will find it worthwhile just to see Matthew in a tuxedo.

Matthew: Dad.

Rachel: Mac!

Mac: Go ahead with the preparations, will you? We won't stop you again.

Rachel: All right, all right, if we're gonna go ahead with this party, we're gonna do it 100%.

Matthew: I'm not even coming.

Mac: Of course you'll be there, Matthew.

Matthew: Not without a date.

Rachel: Suzie Strathmore turned you down?

Matthew: Well, I wouldn't be caught dead in a tuxedo anyway.

Rachel: Matthew!

Ada: Just another fun morning at the Corys'.

[Knock on door]

Felicia: Ignore that, please.

Mitch: I plan to.

[Knock on door]

Sam: Room service!

Mitch: Speaking of Sam. Hold on!

Sam: Your eggs'll unscramble.

Felicia: I hope this isn't gonna become a habit.

Mitch: I hope you're right. This better be good.

Sam: Well, I told room service it was for a very special lady. Who looks even prettier in the morning sun. Good morning.

Felicia: Good morning. Thank you. It is beautiful.

Mitch: The old rose trick again?

Sam: Well, Mitch has probably been wooing you with romantic things like pretzels and beer.

Mitch: No, I haven't been wooing her at all since you've been here.

Sam: Well, I have to apologize for last night.

Felicia: No, no, don't you dare apologize.

Mitch: Make yourself at home.

Sam: Why not? I brought enough food for the three of us.

Felicia: Good. Oh, that's wonderful. In fact, you just stay right where you are because I-I want to talk to you.

Sam: Well, fire away.

Felicia: So, why don't you tell me all about your big brother.

Mitch: Hey, just--

Felicia: I'd like to know all his secrets.

Sam: Well, he's a man of very few words.

Felicia: Yes, don't I know that.

Mitch: Are you sure you're not needed back in Seattle?

Sam: Yeah, but I do have the goods on him.

Felicia: Ooh, I thought you might. So listen, why don't you start by telling me about the women in his life?

Sam: Heh heh heh!

Jamie: Let's just stay here for a while and keep doing this, hmm? Forget about going home.

Lisa: I think you'd fall asleep.

Jamie: There's not a chance of that.

Lisa: Wake up!

Jamie: What?

Lisa: Now, you've taken such good care of me in the past few days that now it's my turn.

Jamie: Listen, I wasn't expecting to get paid back. You just told me that you loved me. I don't need any more than that.

Lisa: But you deserve more. And you're gonna get it.

Jamie: Mind clarifying that for me?

Lisa: I'm going to take you to your house, I'm going to cook you breakfast, and then you're going to bed.

Jamie: Alone?

Lisa: Yes.

[Car starts]

Lisa: For now.

Jamie: Heh heh heh!

Vince: Do you want any milk?

Cass: Oh, heck, no, Vince. Only wimps drink milk with-- of course I want some milk. I'm not gonna drink this straight.

Vince: Some wimp milk coming up.

Cass: Thanks. It's eating my spoon. Thanks a lot.

Vince: How come you're up so early?

Cass: Well... I don't sleep so well myself these days.

Vince: That'll last another month, then you'll just want to sleep all the time.

Cass: You thinking about Mary?

Vince: Yeah.

Cass: You know, this morning I read the newspaper, and there was this great article there, and I thought to myself, "This would make a great screenplay--"

Vince: And then thinking, "Well, I gotta tell Kathleen about this."

Cass: You've been there.

Vince: Yeah, I've been there. I've been as about as crazy as a man can be without, you know, being locked up.

Cass: I know what you mean. People look at me, and they think that I'm a rational being, but they don't see me from the inside like I do.

Vince: Good thing they don't. It's a good thing you didn't have any kids.

Cass: Oh, I don't know about that.

Vince: Well...

Cass: If I only had something of her, you know--

Vince: That's selfish. A man shouldn't be responsible for kids when he feels what you're feeling.

Cass: Is that what you meant about M.J.?

Vince: Yeah. I leaned on her so much after Mary left. I counted on her so much. She was only a kid.

Cass: Things haven't been going too well for her lately.

Vince: Hmph! No wedding, no job. Sister's dead. No, things haven't been going too well for her.

Cass: Isn't there more than that?

Vince: She needed me. She needed love. And all I could think about was I lost my wife. I didn't think that she had lost her mother.

Cass: And is that what you spent the night brooding over?

Vince: You want any breakfast?

Cass: No, thanks. This is, uh, this is quite enough.

Vince: No, no, I'll make you some fried eggs.

Cass: No, no, really. I'm gonna go over to Love Tower. Felicia might be up by now.

Vince: Take care of yourself.

Cass: Yeah, I'll try. Listen, Vince...If there's anything I can do to help with M.J.

Vince: No, I gotta deal with this. I'm her father.

Cass: Are you going somewhere?

Vince: Yeah, I think I'd like to talk this over with an old friend.

Cass: Now, you see, there's something that you do that really makes me mad.

Vince: What?

Cass: I loved Kathleen. I'd do anything for the McKinnons. But whenever you have a family problem, I'm still treated like an outsider.

Vince: Come on!

Cass: No, no, no, you come on! What am I, chopped liver?

Sam: Mitch, I know you've told her about the aerobics teacher. You know, the one that was double-jointed.

Felicia: Double-jointed, really?

Mitch: Right, right. He's making this up.

Sam: Was she before or after the telephone operator who had the black belt in karate?

Felicia: It's ok. I don't think you have to draw me a picture.

Mitch: Oh, ask him. I'm sure he will, because this all is in his imagination.

Sam: Yeah, but none of them even hold a candle to you.

Felicia: Oh!

Mitch: That's the first word of truth I've heard.

Sam: I like her, Mitch. I think you should marry her before she gets away. Ooh, did I just put my foot in my mouth?

Mitch: No, actually, it's been there all morning.

Felicia: Mitch and I have no intention of getting married.

Sam: Ok.

Mitch: How can you say that? I mean, we've never talked about it.

Sam: Listen, why don't I split, ok?

Felicia: No, don't be silly. So tell me, are you gonna stay in Bay City or what?

Sam: Well, if I can find a job, yes.

Felicia: He tells me that you have a degree in graphics.

Sam: I'm a layout artist.

Felicia: Well, have you worked for any of the big magazines?

Sam: Well, News World.

Felicia: I'd say that was pretty big.

Sam: I also did a stint on Architectural Monthly.

Felicia: Good. You know, I think he should meet Mac.

Mitch: Well, I think one in the family working at Brava at a time is enough.

Sam: Well, it wouldn't hurt to meet the guy.

Mitch: Well, it's not like we're the closest of friends, you know.

Felicia: Well, it's not that bad.

Sam: I don't get this. Why can't I meet the guy?

Felicia: Actually, you see, Matthew lives at the Cory house.

Sam: Oh, and Rachel's married to Mac. The Rachel, am I right?

Mitch: Yeah, that's the one.

Sam: So she's the boss' wife. Mitch, I thought you said you weren't close.

Ada: You're throwing this big fancy bash for a daughter you don't even know is gonna show up?

Mac: She will be here.

Rachel: That's what he says.

Matthew: I told you I couldn't go to that party.

Mac: Heh heh--

Rachel: Mac! Matthew! But that tuxedo fit you perfectly.

Mac: Last fall, Rachel.

Ada: Matthew, you are turning into a giant before our very eyes.

Matthew: I'm getting out of here.

Rachel: Matthew, I'm sorry about Suzie Strathmore.

Matthew: I wouldn't want her to see me in this thing, anyway.

Rachel: Honey, honey, we'll get it fixed. We'll get it fixed by tonight. And as for Suzie Strathmore, I know her mother. I'll talk to her.

Matthew: If you do that, I won't even show my face in public.

Rachel: Ok, ok, I won't talk to her! What can I do for you?

Mac: Matthew, surely Suzie isn't the only woman in the world to answer your dreams.

Ada: Not for a hunk like you.

Rachel: Right.

Matthew: I don't want to go with anybody else anyway.

Mac: She's that beautiful?

Matthew: You know Brooke Shields?

Mac: Yeah.

Matthew: She makes her look like lassie.

Ada: This girl I gotta meet.

Matthew: Looks like you won't be meeting her tonight.

Rachel: Well, now, listen, this isn't such a disaster. I mean, all I have to do is find a new tuxedo for, uh, that gentleman and get it fitted for him, and then manufacture a girl more beautiful than Brooke Shields. I can do that.

Mac: Sure.

Rachel: That--that's going to be the outside bar.

Ada: The outside bar?

Rachel: Just set it up out on the terrace and drape it, please.

Mac: You need some help?

Maid 2: Oh, Mrs. Cory, you asked me to tell you when the centerpieces arrived.

Rachel: Oh, how do they look?

Maid 2: They haven't arrived.

Rachel: Oh, ok, well, I'll call the florist, but I don't want to call him till we're sure we need another garland.

George: We do.

Rachel: We do. Ok, I'll call the florist, and he'll fix it up.

Ada: More flowers? This place looks like Tarzan's retreat already.

Rachel: Mom, this is a coming out party. What do you want me to do? Serve meatloaf and a few beers?

Ada: I never thought I would live to see the day when somebody in my family would be coming out.

Mac: Ada, take it easy on Rachel. This is very important to her.

Rachel: Hello, this is Rachel Cory. Cory. C-o-r-y.

Ada: You think this is a lot of baloney, don't you?

Mac: Not if it's important to Rachel, no, as a matter of fact, I don't.

Ada: You're both losing it. You know that, don't you?

Rachel: Would you put somebody on who can speak the language?

Felicia: Well, this was a delicious breakfast. Thank you.

Mitch: It was ok.

Sam: That's Mitch being effusive.

Felicia: Yes, I know.

Mitch: How's your dad?

Sam: Well, he's fine. He sends you his best.

Mitch: I find that hard to believe.

Felicia: Why?

Sam: Well, see Mitch has this stupid idea that my father doesn't like him.

Mitch: No, it's just, uh, you happen to be the educated one, and I happen to be the jailbird one.

Sam: Oh, Mitch.

Mitch: Well, it's true, but that's ok, I don't blame him.

Sam: I hate it when you say stuff like that.

Felicia: Yes, so do I.

Sam: You're more than just a jailbird.

Felicia: I certainly agree with that.

Sam: You know, when I was 7 years old, he was the one who taught me how to compose a photograph.

Felicia: Really?

Mitch: Because I had to do something. You were out stealing hubcaps.

Sam: You know, I think even Dad would approve of you now.

Mitch: Oh, really?

Sam: Yeah. Come on, look at the lady you latched onto. I mean, you gotta be doing something right.

Felicia: You know, I liked him before, but now I'm really starting to adore you.

Sam: Heh heh heh!

Lisa: We shouldn't be sneaking up the stairs.

Jamie: We have to.

Lisa: Why?

Jamie: Because my mother, she thinks that working an 18-hour shift in an emergency ward is like immoral, and if she catches me looking this tired, she's gonna like call the A.M.A. and drive them crazy.

Lisa: I guess we don't want that.

Jamie: No, besides, she's planning a big party for Amanda.

Lisa: Amanda?

Jamie: Yeah, my half-sister.

Lisa: I'd like to meet her.

Jamie: Well, then I guess you'll just have to wrangle yourself an invitation to the party somehow.

Lisa: I'm going with you.

Jamie: Oh, taking an awful lot for granted, aren't we?

Lisa: Absolutely. Go get in the shower.

Jamie: I beg your pardon.

Lisa: While I cook you breakfast.

Jamie: Heh heh heh! Well, you're gonna have to fix it yourself, you know. Ellen called me at 4:00 this morning asking for antibiotics.

Lisa: I can cook, you know.

Jamie: Well, I can't wait. Ha ha ha! Ohh! I can't believe it. I'm prone. No more foreheads to sew up.

Lisa: Now listen, get up and get in the shower before you fall asleep.

Jamie: Come here.

Jamie: You are so beautiful to me.

Lisa: Thank you.

Jamie: If I had the strength, I would make love to you right now.

Lisa: If you had the strength, I might let you.

Jamie: Wow. Things are definitely looking up.

Ada: If you want my opinion--

Rachel: I don't want your opinion. Do you want her opinion?

Mac: I already know her opinion. Ada, we know that you're a very down-to-earth person, and a coming out party is not a good idea for you.

Ada: Not in a million years.

Rachel: But we're doing this for Amanda.

Ada: Did you ask Amanda what she wanted?

Rachel: No, of course not. I'm a very self-serving mother. I'm doing this because it's exactly what I want to do.

Ada: Rachel, you are a great mother, but the girl's coming home expecting a regular birthday party, not a Busby Berkeley number.

Rachel: I wanted to surprise her. Is there anything wrong with that?

Ada: She's been running around Europe spending money like Mrs. Astor. What does she need with a fancy party?

Rachel: It's her birthday!

Ada: Oh, that's it!

Rachel: Well, what else could it be?

Ada: I thought maybe the party was for you.

Rachel: Mom, does it occur to you that you've been picking on me an awful lot lately?

Ada: What are you talking about?

Rachel: I'm talking about ever since Nancy decided not to come back here to Bay City, it seems as though nothing I do is right. You're taking it out on me.

Ada: You've got nothing to do with Nancy not coming back.

Rachel: I know that, but I don't think you know that. Somehow, I'm supposed to be the one that makes everything go all right. I'm supposed to be the one that does everything right.

Ada: Mac, help!

Mac: I think you've both needed to get this out in the open for some time now.

Rachel: Mom, I'm just your daughter, that's all I am. Why can't you just stop putting me down?

Ada: Why don't you think about that with Amanda?

Rachel: Just a minute here! What--you just stay here because we're gonna have this out.

Rachel: You just implied that I've been putting down my daughter. Would you care to explain that?

Ada: You're treating her like a rich brat.

Rachel: Because I want to introduce her to society?

Ada: Yeah, that's not Amanda. Why does she have to come out?

Mac: Because she is who she is.

Ada: Who is she?

Mac: Amanda Cory. She's going to be a very, very wealthy young woman in a very few years. And no matter what you want, Ada, she's gonna have friends that travel in very different circles than Rachel did at her age.

Rachel: It's not--it's not that we want her to hobnob exclusively with society, but we do want her to be familiar with it.

Ada: I just don't want her to turn into a snob.

Rachel: Can you imagine your granddaughter ever becoming a snob?

Ada: Yeah, a couple more parties like this, and she won't even remember that she's my granddaughter.

Rachel: Wait a minute, is that it? Is that it? Is that why you didn't-- you didn't want Nancy to grow accustomed to living here because you were afraid it would take her away from you?

Ada: I didn't want her to forget who she is.

Mac: And who her mother is.

Ada: Maybe.

Rachel: Have I forgotten?

Ada: Sometimes I wonder.

Rachel: Mom, I wanted to be a debutante when I was Amanda's age, and now she has a chance to be one, if she wants. Ok, maybe I am living vicariously. But is there anything wrong with that?

Ada: You can't change who you are, Rachel, or where you come from.

Rachel: No, but I can see to it that Amanda takes her place in society where she belongs even if it was where I never did.

Mac: Now look, I think this is all kind of beside the point. Amanda is an adult now. And she's worked very hard to earn whatever advantages she can have. Look at her grades. All straight As. She's a beautiful, intelligent, independent young woman. Probably because she's got a beautiful, intelligent, independent mother and grandmother.

Rachel: Mom, you're never gonna lose her, any more than you've lost me.

Ada: Do I get an invitation to this thing?

Mac: Ha!

Rachel: Wait a minute, you didn't get your invitation?

Ada: Nope.

Rachel: You have to have gotten your invitation--the messenger was supposed to messenger it over to you!

Mac: I had my secretary do it.

Ada: Didn't you call people on the phone?

[Telephone rings]

Rachel: Nobody's gonna come to this thing.

Mac: Cory residence. Yeah, this is he.

Maid 1: The seamstress is here, Mrs. Cory. She wants to fit Miss Amanda's dress.

Rachel: Oh, no, I forgot. Ok, it's all right. Well, she's just gonna have to fit Amanda into the dress without Amanda in it.

Maid 1: She says she can't.

Mac: Rachel, it's Harriman florist. The truck broke down. They can't get here till 6:00.

Rachel: Ok, all right, I give up. I give up! We won't have this party.

Ada: Just like that?

Rachel: Do you have a better suggestion?

Ada: Now that you mention it... Is that Charlie Harriman on the phone?

Mac: Yeah.

Ada: Tell him I will get the station wagon and I will go and pick up the flowers, ok?

Mac: Charlie?

Ada: You tell the seamstress that I have Amanda's measurements, but they're in my sewing box, and I'll have to go and get them, all right? In the meantime, she can fix Matthew's tux.

Rachel: I don't suppose you happen to know a gorgeous 14-year-old young lady?

Ada: Well, I can't work on that right now. We've gotta call the people and see if they got their invitations. Where's your list?

Mac: Right here.

Ada: Oh, good. Meanwhile, I will call Bridget and see if she can take the night off and come over and fill in for Helen.

Rachel: Mom?

Ada: What?

Rachel: I love you.

Ada: I love you, too. Will you move it? We've got a party to throw here. This place looks terrible.

Jamie: I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful girl. I'm as corny as Kansas in August--

Lisa: You certainly are.

Jamie: Oh, hello.

Lisa: Hi.

Jamie: Did you make all that?

Lisa: Yes, I did.

Jamie: Hmm.

Lisa: It's all quiet downstairs now.

Jamie: Yeah, well-- make that fresh-squeezed?

Lisa: Mm-hmm. You know what I like about your family?

Jamie: What?

Lisa: They fight, they yell, and they make up. You're like that, too.

Jamie: Didn't your family ever yell?

Lisa: No! My family was very big on repression.

Jamie: That's not a very good way to manage stress.

Lisa: No.

Jamie: You know, this looks good.

Lisa: Well, I hope so.

Jamie: But not as good as you.

[Both giggle]

Lisa: Stop.

Jamie: Ohh!

Lisa: I have to go.

Jamie: What?

Lisa: As much as I'd like to stay.

Jamie: You said you were gonna take care of me.

Lisa: I am.

Jamie: By leaving?

Lisa: By planning a big surprise.

Jamie: I hate surprises.

Lisa: Well, then you won't mind waiting to find out what it is.

Jamie: Till when?

Lisa: Tonight, after the party.

Jamie: Why don't you just forget about the surprise and stay here...

Lisa: Not a chance! Eat your eggs.

Jamie: Lisa! Lisa!

Felicia: Ok.

Sam: So, do I look ok to go to a job interview?

Mitch: What are you gonna be looking for?

Sam: Right now, anything. I just need some bucks.

Felicia: You look wonderful, really, and thanks again for the breakfast.

Sam: It was the least I could do.

Felicia: Oh!

Sam: See you around, Mitch.

Felicia: Good-bye, Sam, and good luck.

Sam: Have a good morning, folks.

Felicia: Ok. Well...

Mitch: Well...I guess it's time to get ready.

Felicia: Yeah, I should, too.

Mitch: I'm off to the showers.

Felicia: Ok. Mitch--

Mitch: Felicia...Why did you say that about not getting married?

Felicia: Why didn't you contradict me?

Mitch: Because you seemed very sure of yourself.

Felicia: Well, shouldn't I be?

Mitch: Well, it's just that you were talking about things in our personal life that we've never even talked about. Ok?

Felicia: Ok.

Mitch: Look, I wasn't being very nice. You go ahead and take a shower.

Felicia: Ok. Mitch, look, we both have busy days, right?

Mitch: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Well, I just think that two showers is a total waste of water.

Mitch: Oh, yeah. Being a conservationist that you are.

Felicia: That's right. I mean, you know, for ecology, I think no sacrifice is too great.

Peter: Michael wasn't home this morning.

Reginald: Business worries must be keeping him away.

Peter: Mm. Poor mother Hudson. Who's gonna help her slop the hogs?

Reginald: Heh heh heh! Speaking of that, how is his meat packing firm in Chicago doing?

Peter: Not well at all.

Reginald: Oh!

Peter: Big labor dispute.

Reginald: Was that difficult to arrange?

Peter: Not really. I sort of got the hang of it after we closed the auto parts plant in Cleveland.

Reginald: Very good. And the oil refinery?

Peter: In receivership.

Reginald: I must say, Peter, I'm impressed.

Peter: Mm, did I tell you about Philadelphia?

Reginald: What's going on there?

Peter: Michael had to fly there yesterday. It seems there's a big proxy fight.

Reginald: Did donna go with him? Excellent. This should make Michael's business worries look small by comparison.

Peter: Heh heh! Poor Donna. It seems whenever she wants something badly enough she--heh! She just can't stay away from it.

Reginald: That's how it appears, anyway. You look worried.

Peter: Well, I am a little. Hudson's made it very difficult for me. Donna won't listen to a word I say. And I do care for her, Dad, you know, I care about her.

Reginald: Obviously. We both do.

Cass: Well, well, well, well, if it isn't bo and bo-bo.

Peter: Heh heh heh! Winthrop.

Reginald: I was very sorry to hear about Kathleen.

Cass: Oh, please, save it, Reg.

Peter: Now, wait a minute--

Cass: You, too, Pete. The only reason I came over here was to tell you two clowns that I'm staying in Bay City for good.

Peter: How very fortunate for Bay City.

Cass: You know, Pete, I always wondered how you became such an upper class twit. And now I know.

Reginald: Are you trying to start something?

Cass: Oh, I hope so.

Peter: Because you may get more than you bargained for, Winthrop.

Cass: Go ahead, as the man said. Make my day.

Peter: Heh heh heh!

[Doorbell rings]

Mac: Amanda, please. Vince, how nice to see you.

Vince: Hi.

Mac: Come on in.

Vince: Looks like you were expecting somebody else, huh?

Mac: Well, we're hoping. My daughter's driving cross-country with a couple of friends, and--

Vince: Ah, you're worried about her?

Mac: Well, she's due today.

Vince: Yeah, you gotta keep your eye on kids that age, yeah.

Mac: That's right. Come on in, sit down.

Vince: Thank you. Oh, when you people throw a party, you, uh, you really do it, eh?

Mac: Well, thank you. It's Amanda's 18th birthday.

Vince: Ah, well, am I interrupting?

Mac: Oh, no. Everything is well in hand, I hope. Please, sit down.

Vince: Oh, thanks.

Mac: So, now, what can I do for you?

Vince: Ah, you, uh, you have a lot of kids, haven't you, Mac?

Mac: Between Rachel and me, we have four.

Vince: Yeah, that's what I have. Had. These things, uh, they hit you.

Mac: I'm sure they do, Vince.

Vince: Uh, you know... At, uh...After Kathleen's mass, you told me that if I ever felt like talking...

Mac: Right, and I meant every word.

Vince: Well, I've been thinking about all those mistakes I made with Kathleen. And the other kids.

Mac: Listen, you're not blaming yourself for everything?

Vince: No, I--I--I don't know. It's just that... Well, unless I do something, I'm, uh... I can't just sit around.

Mac: Yeah. Yeah, I understand.

Vince: Did--did you ever find yourself out of tune with one of your kids? I mean, for a long time?

Mac: Well, of course. I mean, you know, our kids, they go through difficult stages, and the parents, we've got our own troubles. It's bound to happen.

Vince: Well, what'd you do about it?

Mac: Well, I guess Rachel and I were just very fortunate. You see, every time I was, like you said, out of tune with one of the kids, well, maybe she wasn't. So, that's the way it worked out.

Vince: Yeah, it takes two of you.

Mac: That's right. That's what worked for us. I mean, we always were united for the children, even when we were separated for ourselves.

Vince: Yeah. Your separation...Didn't last 17 years.

Mac: No. Vince, have you talked to Mary about the way you feel?

Vince: We both really have to start...pulling together.

Mac: This is a kind of personal question...

Vince: Hmm, am I talking about the kids? Or am I talking about Mary?

Mac: Yeah.

Vince: I know that I...I love Mary. And I have reason to believe that...she loves me. And it would be so good for the kids, you know?

Mac: Well, from what I hear, you don't need any advice from me or anybody else.

Vince: You, uh, you think I oughta go for it, huh?

Ada: He sure does.

Vince: Oh, I know what you think, but I didn't-- well, I didn't want to do something...You know, 'cause of Kathleen.

Ada: Will you stop stuttering and go find Mary?

Mac: She gives a-one advice.

Vince: Thanks for listening.

Mac: Anytime, Vince.

Vince: And, you, uh, you wish me luck?

Jamie: Lisa.

[Sighs] Female vocalist: Some say love, it is a river

Jamie: Lisa...

That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor... That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger... An endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower... And you, its only seed. It's the heart... Afraid of breaking... That never learns to dance. It's the dream... Afraid of waking... That never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give... And the soul afraid of dyin' that never learns to live

Jamie: How long have you been standing there?

Lisa: Long enough to see you were sleeping with a grin on your face.

Jamie: Really?

Lisa: Pleasant dreams?

Jamie: Ahem, yeah, sort of. Then I woke up.

Lisa: Don't worry. Sometimes dreams come true. What was that?

Lisa: What's what?

Jamie: You've got paint on your hands.

Lisa: Oh, do I? Hmm.

Jamie: That's the surprise, isn't it? You're making me something, aren't you?

Lisa: What's your favorite color?

Jamie: Navy blue.

Lisa: What's your second favorite color?

Jamie: Red.

Lisa: That could work.

Jamie: What could work? Tell me. This is driving me crazy.

Lisa: Good. Now what's your favorite thing to do on a Saturday afternoon?

Jamie: Like when the Notre Dame game isn't on tv?

Lisa: You like to watch sports on tv.

Jamie: Yes, I do. That and old movies.

Lisa: What kind?

Jamie: Any kind that's not colorized. Or anything that Woody Allen ever made, why? What's this about?

Lisa: Where do you like to watch?

Jamie: Just, uh, a big chair downstairs that Mac loves. It's got a big hassock. We fight over it all the time.

Lisa: And popcorn or potato chips?

Jamie: You. I'm not answering any more questions.

Lisa: Yeah, well, what do you wanna do?

Jamie: This isn't bad for starts. I think the worst of this stuff is behind us now, don't you?

Lisa: What makes you say that?

Jamie: You. You're a different woman than you were a few weeks ago.

Lisa: Do you like this woman?

Jamie: That's an enormous understatement.

Lisa: Good. Because she's here to stay.

Matthew: Oh, come on, guys. Do that somewhere else, will ya?

[Lisa and Jamie laugh]

Peter: I hope Winthrop does start something. I would love the opportunity to put him in his place once and for all.

Reginald: You handled him very well. As a matter of fact, you're handling everything quite well these days.

Peter: I told you I could.

Reginald: I believe you now. You're not the same man that allowed your wife to lead you around by the nose.

Peter: Now, wait a minute, Dad, I don't think I--

Reginald: Or botched the kidnapping of his own sister.

Peter: No. I'm not the same man.

Reginald: Michael Hudson has become much too comfortable in our house.

Peter: He won't stay that way for long.

Reginald: No, I don't think he will now.

Peter: We'll get to it later this afternoon.

Felicia: So tell me, did you get in to see anyone?

Sam: No. I didn't try. Actually, all I did was leave off these.

Felicia: Let me see.

Sam: Now, all I have to do is wait for them to call me.

Felicia: You know, I could honestly say I've never seen a resume printed on red paper before.

Sam: Well, you'd remember the person who gave it to you, wouldn't you?

Felicia: Yeah. In fact, I'd remember you, no matter what.

Sam: That's good, 'cause I, uh, hoped I hadn't scared you off.

Felicia: Now, why would you say that, because the first time we met, you were naked in my bed?

Sam: That might do it, yes.

Felicia: You know, you don't know me very well yet, but, uh, I really don't scare off that easily.

Sam: That's good. Look, Felicia...Mitch, he's more than just a brother to me, you know? I, uh...I've always looked up to the man.

Felicia: He is a very good man.

Sam: Yes, he is. And he's finally found a very, very good and beautiful woman.

Mitch: When does Amanda get in?

Rachel: Who knows?

Mitch: Gosh, it's been a long time since I've seen her since she was a little girl.

Felicia: Well, she was always very fond of you.

Mitch: You know, I'm sure it would mean a lot to your sister if you would come to her party.

Matthew: I'm not going.

Mitch: Why? Because some girl turned you down? Matthew, things like that are gonna happen. You just can't let it ruin your life.

Matthew: If only I could dance.

Rachel: Have you tried?

Matthew: Yeah, believe me, it was embarrassing.

Mitch: Well, if you don't feel like dancing, if you're not comfortable with it, then just don't dance. Just stay on the side and be cool. You can do that.

Matthew: You can; I can't.

Rachel: Sure you can. It's probably in the genes.

Matthew: I face the facts. I can't dance. I'll never have a girlfriend. I'll never go to parties. I'll be alone the rest of my life.

Rachel: Honey...

Mitch: That's not that bad.

[Doorbell rings]

Rachel: Oh, I guess I'd better get that. It's very busy around here.

Matthew: Maybe it's Amanda.

Rachel: Oh, if we should be so lucky.

Mitch: You should reconsider going to the party. It would mean a lot to your mom and your sister.

Matthew: What about me?

Mitch: Well, sometimes you do other things for other people because it makes them happy.

Rachel: Oh, no. This has got to be some mistake.

Matthew: What's that?

Rachel: Ah, I have a feeling you're never going to be lonely ever again, Matthew.

Matthew: He's mine?

Rachel: Read the card.

Matthew: It's from Amanda.

Mitch: She's here?

Young man: I picked the dog up from the airport and dropped her off here.

Rachel: She sent the dog by plane. She's coming in a secondhand jeep all the way across the country.

Matthew: "Dear Matthew, you always said you wanted a dog. I named him Apple because he-- I found him in the Big Apple." Hey, boy, how you doing? "He's very friendly and obedient. But you'd better warn Helen because he's not quite...

Rachel: Did somebody spill something?

Matthew: Housebroken.

Rachel: I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill her.

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