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Another World Transcript Tuesday 8/12/03

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John: Answer me, and I'll leave.

Donna: Please!

John: Answer me! Answer me!

Donna: Yes!

John: Yes, what?

Donna: Yes, I feel something for you! Are you happy now?

John: What, Donna? What do you feel for me?

Felicia: Ok. Grab one. Wally, Sam.

Mitch: Heads up!

[Felicia chuckles]

Wally: Look it there! You give the guy a job and all of a sudden he's a workaholic.

Mitch: Brother Sam?

Sam: What?

Felicia: We would like to toast you, Mr. Fowler. You and your new job?

Mitch: And I think you should throw in something there about Mac Cory.

Wally: Oh, the guy's an incredible judge of talent.

Felicia: Yes, that's true. I mean, he certainly thinks that I'm all right, doesn't he? He has an incredible feel for what's really good.

Mitch: The toast?

Felicia: Oh, yes, the toast. All right. To Sam and his new job, of course, all right? To Mac and his impeccable good taste. Oh, no, wait a minute. To the French, who invented champagne.

Sam: Here, here.

Wally: Right, right, right.

Felicia: Whoa, whoa, wait, wait. To...To a very dear old friend. To a very dear close friend. To--ahh! To life. How's that?

Sam: Cheers.

Wally: To life.

Felicia: Cheers. Ok. All right.

Wally: Felicia, you give a great toast.

Felicia: Thank you.

Wally: A little long but great.

Mitch: In fact, it's so long, I'm running late.

Felicia: For what?

Mitch: I've got to drop some film off at Bravo.

Felicia: You can't do that later? I mean, there are people there all night.

Mitch: I've got plans later.

Felicia: Oh. Wanna tell me what they might be?

Mitch: No, but personally I will give you a full rundown later.

Sam: Why don't you give those things to me and I'll take them over?

Mitch: No, no, you don't have to do that.

Sam: No, I'm going over anyway.

Felicia: You're kidding? It's almost 10:00.

Sam: Well, see, these are giving me some great ideas. Give me a couple of hours in that layout office, and I'm going to blow Mac Cory away.

Mitch: Thanks anyway, but if there's a lab open, I'm going to go in there and just develop it myself.

Sam: Well, I'll see y'all later then, ok?

Felicia: Ok.

Sam: Hey, Cass.

Cass: Hey.

Cass: Hey, Michael.

[Whistles] Michael!

Michael: Hi, Cass. How ya doing?

Cass: You seem a little preoccupied--in fact, very preoccupied.

Michael: Well, to tell you the truth, that does not begin to adequately describe it.

Cass: Is there anything I can do?

Michael: No, no, but thanks for asking. I think it's all taken care of, or at least it will be. You know, I just got off the phone with Reginald Love.

Cass: One of my all-time favorite people.

Michael: Yeah. Mine, too. Now I need to find myself an appropriately private table.

Cass: Appropriate for what?

Michael: I'm going to let Reginald Love destroy me.

John: Donna, you have come so far! Don't hold out on me now!

Peter: Vicky? Victoria, what is it?

[Captioning made possible by abc cable group]

Vicky: You scared me.

Peter: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that.

Vicky: I want to be alone! Please.

Peter: Vicky, what is it? What's going on here? You look so upset.

Vicky: I just have a headache. I thought I'd take a walk.

Peter: Huh. Well, it is a beautiful night. What were you looking at?

Vicky: Nothing.

Peter: Nothing. Oh. Oh, I see.

John: You look at me, Donna. Look at me and tell me what you feel.

Donna: All right. All right, I will tell you. I care about you as a member of this family and because you're Michael's brother. That's all.

John: You liar.

Donna: I know this is very painful for you, John.

John: You're a coward.

Donna: I know what you want me to say. You want me to say that I loved you once and that all those feelings are coming back again. Well, it's just not true. I have never loved you.

John: Look at me and say that.

Donna: I have never loved you. The only man that I have ever loved is Michael.

Peter: Well, Donna seems terribly upset.

Vicky: John's there.

Peter: I actually think there were tears in her eyes.

Vicky: Oh, poor thing.

Peter: What'd you say?

Vicky: Poor Donna. This must be very hard for her.

Peter: What must be hard for her? Vicky, what's going on?

Vicky: It's not important.

Peter: If it's not so important, why are you so upset?

Vicky: I'm not! I told you, I just am not feeling that great.

Peter: Vicky, you've been sad all day. Can't you tell me what's going on?

Vicky: I want to take a walk!

Peter: No. Now look, please, I'd feel irresponsible if I let you go off like this. You shouldn't be alone when you're feeling this low.

Vicky: I wouldn't be the best company in the world.

Peter: Vicky, I know you're having a hard time believing this, but I really do care about you, all right? I don't like it when I think something or someone is hurting you.

Vicky: You don't?

Peter: No. You happen to be my favorite niece, but don't tell Marley.

Vicky: Oh, uncle Peter.

Peter: Sweetheart, what, what is it? What's bothering you so much? Vicky, trust me.

Vicky: How can she do this to him?! How can she do this?!

Cass: You're not serious.

Michael: That's funny, I thought I was.

Cass: Reginald Love destroy you?

Michael: You know, I think I'll take that table over there.

Cass: You're pulling something on him, aren't you? You're gonna nail him, right? Can I help?

Michael: Hey, guys.

Felicia: Hi.

Michael: I wonder, Wally, do you have a bottle of Chateau Lafitte Rothschild, 1956?

Wally: Yeah, I think we can dig up one.

Michael: Great, I'll take a bottle.

Mitch: Somebody's in trouble.

Wally: Maybe I should go tell them to open the bottle now, so it can breathe a little bit. Michael, are you sure you want to?

Michael: Hey, I want only the best for me and our friend, Reginald Love, Esquire.

Felicia: Really, why?

Michael: We'll be at that table over there.

Felicia: Try not to break up any of the furniture.

[Whispering] what's he doing?

Cass: Won't say exactly, but it could be fun.

Felicia: Uh-oh.

Mitch: Don't mind having some fun myself.

Felicia: Developing film?

Mitch: Well, there's always the outside possibility that the darkrooms are occupied.

Felicia: Oh, no. You mean we'd have to find some fun somewhere else?

Mitch: Well, there's always Josephina's, which is a small jazz club on Fourth Street.

Cass: You two have a good time.

[Telephone rings]

Felicia: Come with us.

Cass: Oh, I'm not the third wheel type.

Felicia: Oh, come on. Who cares? Mitch doesn't care, do you?

Mitch: No, it's all right. If you don't have anything else to do, come on.

Felicia: Of course he doesn't have anything else to do. All he's gonna do is sit here and get pie-eyed with Wallingford, right?

Cass: Well, alas, that is the truth.

Felicia: So come on. We'll paint the town.

Mitch: I still have to go by Bravo.

Felicia: Oh, right. Well, we'll tint it a little. Come on, we'll go to Bravo with Mitch and then we'll head out. What do you say?

Cass: Mmm...

Wally: Cass, before you head out, maybe you ought to hang around for a little bit.

Cass: Why, what's up, Wally?

Wally: That was the messenger service on the phone. Kathleen's insurance company's been looking all over for you about that check. They want to give it to you.

Cass: Tell them, forget it.

Wally: Cass, the guy--

Cass: I don't want any lousy check! And I'm certainly not going to stick around here waiting for them to deliver it.

Felicia: Cass, Cass--

Cass: Come on, mes amis. Let us tint the town.

Felicia: Ok.

Cass: Come on.

Felicia: Coming.

Michael: Look, I just want to thank you for coming so quickly.

Reginald: Just what is it you want, Hudson?

Michael: Well, what I'd like is I'd like you to have a drink with me.

Reginald: A drink?

Michael: Yes. Well, would you sit down, please? Look, I want you to know that I'm ready to fold my hand. I want you to know that I'm going to give up, Reg.

Peter: What's gotten you so upset?

John: I know you love Michael. The whole world knows that.

Donna: Then fine, you don't need to say anything else, do you?

John: What I'm interested in are your feelings for me.

Donna: All right. All right, I will tell you exactly what I feel. I feel sorry for you, because here is a grown man giving into some kind of pathetic crush-- a man who is so lacking in self-respect that he's got to destroy his brother's marriage to satisfy his own ego! I don't feel for you what you want me to. Is that clear enough?

John: Denying your feelings is not going to make them go away.

Donna: I am not denying anything. John, we had one brief moment of passion a long, long time ago, and for some strange reason, you have decided that I'm the only woman in the world you want, and if you want to know the truth, I really don't understand that.

John: I know what you feel for me when we're alone, Donna. I knew it tonight when I touched you. It was there. It's still there.

Donna: Don't. Don't touch me anymore. [Gasps]

John: Don't do this to us! Don't do it!

Donna: I can never be alone with you again.


[door closes]

Jamie: Food! Food, kindly woman! For the starving masses!

Ada: Read it and weep, starving mass. We are closed.

Jamie: Even for your kinfolk?

Ada: Especially for a kinfolk who eats like a racehorse.

Jamie: Well, if not for me, then how about for this poor damsel?

Ada: I thought you two were eating at Lisa's tonight?

Lisa: I tried. It's a good thing he's a doctor.

Ada: Ohh.

Jamie: And--and the only antidote is your chicken soup. Oh, please, Grandma! Please!

Ada: Get in here.

Jamie: And maybe an omelet, too?

Ada: Ohh, I'll cook it, but you got to clean it up.

Jamie: Deal. Cheese and tomato?

Ada: Lisa?

Lisa: Sounds good to me.

Jamie: And some of your apple pie wouldn't go down too bad either, huh?

Lisa: With a little ice cream?

Ada: A little ice cream. Why just a little ice cream? Why not a whole tub of ice cream? I mean, you've got hours and hours and hours and hours. A little ice cream.

Jamie: Mm-hmm. We actually have all night.

Lisa: So, tell me about your emergency. It was a rough one, huh?

Jamie: Well, how can you tell? Am I being a drag?

Lisa: No. You're being funny and energetic and absolutely lovable--

Jamie: Oh, good.

Lisa: And I can see right through it. I'm getting to know you, Jamie.

Jamie: I'm glad. The delivery actually was a very rough one, but she pulled through.

Lisa: And how's the baby?

Jamie: Just beautiful.

Lisa: You must be tired, though.

Jamie: Not since I saw you. I've got plenty of energy.

Lisa: Oh, I'm so glad.

Jamie: You know, I was thinking after this little feast of ours that we might go back to your house and, uh...

Lisa: Do you know what they say about great minds?

Jamie: No, what do they say about that?

Lisa: Well, they say that great minds think alike.

Jamie: Why do they say that? Would you explain it to me?

Lisa: Well--

Jamie: No, better yet, why don't you show me?

[Telephone rings]



Ada: Mary's Place. Yeah, who's calling? Just a second. Paging Dr. Jamie Frame! It's your hospital. It's not an emergency.

Jamie: I believe I know what that's about. I won't be long.

Lisa: Ok.

Jamie: Mmm.

Ada: Hot stuff coming out!

Jamie: Whoa, whoa.

Ada: Thank you, honey.

Jamie: Mm-hmm.

Lisa: Mmm, this is terrific of you, Ada.

Ada: Don't tell Jamie, but I don't mind doing it at all.

Lisa: [Whispering] he loves you, too.

Ada: Ha ha ha. Well, it's always been like that with him and me. He's, uh...He's quite a man.

Lisa: He's the best.

Ada: It's hard to believe, you know, that's he's the same sassy little boy who used to throw baseballs whistling through my kitchen windows, and now he's this big dedicated doctor.

Lisa: Well, he is a wonderful doctor. You should see him with a patient.

Ada: You don't have to build him up to me. I know I don't have to build him up to you.

Lisa: I've never met anyone like him.

Ada: Uh-huh.

Lisa: He's like someone you dream about--no, he's not like someone you dream about--he is someone you dream about.

Ada: Well, he's been a nightmare to his mother a couple of times, I'll tell you that.

Lisa: I love him, Ada.

Ada: I know you do.

Amanda: It's gonna be hard though, you know? I mean, what if somebody says "Mandy" and I keep walking?

Rachel: Right.

Amanda: Mandy? Mandy Ashton? They're gonna think I'm hard of hearing.

Rachel: Uh-huh.

Amanda: I guess I'm just gonna have to just take that risk.

Rachel: That's good. That's really good.

Amanda: Mom, what did I just say?

Rachel: Huh?

Amanda: That's what I thought.

Rachel: What is keeping your father?

Amanda: He's a busy man.

Rachel: Thank you, Amanda. I really needed that pointed out to me.

Amanda: Mandy. Please don't slip up. You'll ruin everything.

Rachel: I'm sorry. Mandy.

Amanda: What is with you tonight?

Mac: Oh, Miss Ashton? Could I see you a moment, please?

Amanda: Yes, sir.

Rachel: What's up, Mac?

Mac: It'll only take a minute. I want to show her a couple of things. Come on in.

Rachel: No, no, no, no, but don't take too long, ok?

Mac: Two minutes, I promise you.

Rachel: Ok.

Sam: Michelle, my girl did you find the--uh, Mrs. Cory. Where's Michelle?

Rachel: Michelle isn't here. Hello, Sam.

Sam: Hi. I just stopped by to pick up some personnel forms.

Rachel: Michelle isn't here. I-- I just said that.

Sam: Look, Mrs. Cory, please, do not blow this for me. Your husband's gonna love my artwork--I know it.

Rachel: Sam!

Michelle: I found it! Sign under where I've typed Sam Fowler.

Sam: Makes sense. Look, I'll get this back to you in a couple of minutes. Uh...Maybe longer. With these previous addresses, it might take me some time.

Sam: Excuse me.

Felicia: Rachel, how's it going?

Rachel: I don't know yet. What are you guys doing in this time of night?

Felicia: Oh, Mitch.

Mitch: I came down to develop some film, but I can see that advertising has the darkrooms tied up. They said I could have them first thing in the morning. I'll get these to Mac then.

Michelle: It's almost morning now, isn't it?

Rachel: Michelle, I promise Mac will give you a long weekend after this.

Mitch: Will you remind advertising that I'm going to be there in the morning? They have a tendency to forget.

Michelle: You've got it. Ooh! You've also got these back. Mac thought you'd like to keep them.

Mitch: Thanks.

Felicia: Are they your photographs?

Rachel: Yeah, Mac thought he might want them--in case he wants to have an exhibit.

Mitch: You never said anything.

Felicia: Wait, let me see.

Rachel: Well, we thought maybe we could hang them up in the lobby.

Mitch: I don't know.

Sam: Oh, no.

Reginald: What is it that I'm seeing here, Michael? Defeat?

Michael: I don't know, Reg. I guess what you're seeing is just the way I happen to feel.

Reginald: Defeated?

Michael: Well, it's not something that I just take to kindly. I'm not used to it.

Reginald: Oh, how could this happen? Michael Hudson has never known defeat. Oh, what was it? "The one captain of industry impervious to the turmoil that shakes the rest of us?" Isn't that what fortune said?

Michael: Yeah, and it was after that article appeared that my fortunes--all my--everything started to go sour.

Reginald: Everything?

Michael: Look, Reg, it was just problems. All sorts of small, nagging problems that took my mind off the larger picture.

Reginald: How unfortunate. I wonder how that happened.

Michael: You know how it happened. You made it happen.

Reginald: I did?

Michael: Yeah. Look, Reg, I may be on the ropes, all right, but I'm not an idiot. Now I know that there were all sorts of rumors spread about my high tech companies-- rumors that ruined me on Wall Street.

Reginald: Yes, I've heard rumblings.

Michael: That's because you're the chief rumbler, and then those initiations to take over my companies. I mean, you withdrew the offers long before I could actually respond, but the idea that I was vulnerable was spread by you.

Reginald: There's no way on earth you can substantiate that, Hudson.

Michael: Yeah, I know that, Reg, which is probably why I feel the way I do.

Reginald: Defeated.

Michael: Yeah. There's just one thing I want to know. Why are you doing this to me?

Reginald: You don't actually believe these nagging problems will bring your empire down, do you, Hudson?

Michael: I don't know, Reg. Look, if you cannot bring down my empire and you can't, what do you expect to gain?

Reginald: This. I expect to gain this. A man so harried and bothered that he sits in front of me worn out and defeated. I can't tell you how pleased I am that what I set out to do has worked.

[Chuckles] Good night, Hudson. Sweet dreams.

Wally: Here's the Chateau Lafitte, Michael.

Michael: Uh...Tell you what, Wally. Why don't you sit down and join me for a glass of this, all right? Didn't have to waste a drop of this great wine on that pig. Now all I have to do is figure out what his total plan is.

[John sighs]

Vicky: I had a feeling you might be here.

John: Vicky.

Vicky: Did I startle you?

John: What are you doing here?

Vicky: Why was Donna so upset?

John: What?

Vicky: I saw the two of you talking.

John: When?

Vicky: Tonight, in the drawing room.

John: I thought you went for a walk.

Vicky: Why was she crying?

John: I don't think that's any of your business.

Vicky: Why is it yours?

John: Well, we were talking about Michael. [Ahem]

Vicky: She told you she was having problems with my father?

John: I didn't say that.

Vicky: Well, why else would she have been crying?

John: What are you, the FBI?

Vicky: Don't try to wisecrack your way out of this.

John: Now, listen to me--

Vicky: She doesn't deserve him.

John: What?

Vicky: You heard me.

John: Yes, I heard you. I'm glad your mother didn't.

Vicky: My father is a wonderful man.

John: Never said he wasn't.

Vicky: You talk about him behind his back. Worse than that...

John: No, go on.

Vicky: After all he's done to try to help you.

John: Yeah, he's a heck of a guy.

Vicky: You don't give a damn about him.

John: Why do you say that?

Vicky: You're jealous! He's twice the man you are! He's got more going for him than you ever will, and all you've ever wanted is to take it away.

John: What's gotten into you?

Vicky: Admit it, uncle John. You only want what he's got.

John: And just what is it that Michael has that I want?

Vicky: Oh, you figure it out!

John: No! I want you to tell me.

Vicky: His money.

John: And what else?

Vicky: His success. Am I right?

John: No.

Vicky: But you are jealous of something.

John: Why are you doing this?

Vicky: I love my father.

John: Then let him fight his own battles.

Vicky: He doesn't know there is a battle!

John: Be very careful, Vicky, because one day you'll find out that he's fallible, just like the rest of us.

Vicky: And one day you'll find out that he loves you and trusts you, and he'll realize it's the worst mistake he ever made in his life. You see, uncle John, my father may not know you, but I do.

John: And why? Because we are just alike.

Felicia: It's the plane, the crash.

Cass: It's ok.

Mitch: I'm sorry.

Cass: It's not your fault. They're very good photographs, I'm sure.

Mitch: I didn't know they were in here.

Cass: Let's blow this pop stand, shall we?

Felicia: Yeah, let's. Come on.

Amanda: All right, I know everything there is to know about everything.

Mac: She's a very quick study.

Amanda: And she is also very hungry. Haven't had hardly anything to eat since lunch.

Rachel: Neither has her mother.

Mac: Well, what shall we do about that?

Amanda: Find food?

Rachel: Fast.

Mac: Tops?

Amanda: Too fancy. Why don't we go to Mary's Place? So that we can help celebrate Mandy Ashton's new job with her grandmother.

Rachel: Well, tomorrow will tell the tale, young lady. We'll see if you're celebrating then.

Jamie: How ya doing?

Lisa: Fine. I'm fine.

Jamie: Are you sure?

Lisa: Yes. I was just thinking.

Jamie: Oh, yeah, about what? Or is that privileged information?

Lisa: I was thinking how lucky I am to have you, and how wonderful my life is now.

Jamie: Why don't you elaborate on that?

Lisa: I've never felt like this before--so loved, and it's not just by you.

Jamie: Who else loves you like I do?

Lisa: Well, I don't know if they love me, but your family. They make me feel like I belong.

Jamie: You do.

Lisa: And protected. For so long I was missing a part of myself, and now I've found that part, and that's because of you.

Jamie: Oh, I need you, Lisa. I never knew how much. No matter how many people are around me, without you, I'm alone. I never felt that before.

Lisa: You just trying to make me feel good?

Jamie: No. I love you. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you.

Peter: Victoria! Victoria, I've been worried about you.

Vicky: I went out.

Peter: Hey, you've been crying.

Vicky: I'm all right.

Peter: Oh, look at your eyes.

Vicky: It's late. I want to get some sleep.

Peter: Whoa, Vicky, Vicky, please, let me try to help you.

Vicky: You can't! No one can.

Peter: At least let me try. Now you come over here, young lady. Let's sit down for just a moment, all right? Now at the risk of sounding like a boring old uncle, there's a favorite quote of mine from one of my favorite poets, John Dunne: "No man is an island," Vicky.

Vicky: What has that got to do with anything?

Peter: Well, I really don't know, but if you--if you stop and think about it a moment, it might tell you that we need to learn to rely on each other--

Vicky: No one can know about this.

Peter: Not even me?

Vicky: No one.

Peter: I see.

Vicky: It's too horrible.

Peter: All right, all right. Look, I care about you. You got it? Now, if you need somebody to talk to around here, I'm available.

[Peter sighs]

Vicky: Uncle Peter, wait! I can't stand it.

Peter: What...What is it? Tell me!

Vicky: My father is being a fool!

Peter: Michael's being a fool?

Vicky: What she's doing to him.

Peter: Who? Vicky, I don't know what you're talking about.

Vicky: I have to show you!

Peter: Show me what? I don't understand what's going--

Vicky: This! Look! Look at these. Now do you understand?

Peter: I can't believe this.

Vicky: I have more.

Peter: Oh, I don't want to see them.

Vicky: How could they do this?

Peter: I am stunned!

Vicky: It's so cruel.

Peter: Oh, poor Vicky. Oh, poor baby. No wonder you've been going out of your mind. Ohh! As if you haven't had enough misery in your life.

Vicky: I feel so sorry for Michael.

Peter: I feel sorry for you. You're the real victim in all this.

Vicky: What can I do?

Peter: Let's just--let's just take a moment here, all right? Let's take a moment and think.

Vicky: What is there to think about?

Peter: Well, I just want to make sure we're not overreacting here.

Vicky: Look at these!

Peter: Wait a minute. How do we know-- how do we know these pictures are authentic, huh?

Vicky: What do you mean?

Peter: Well, they could easily have been doctored by somebody.

Vicky: I don't think so.

Peter: Vicky, it's possible. They do amazing things with photos these days.

Vicky: Who would do this?

Peter: I don't know. I don't understand any of this.

Vicky: They look too real, uncle Peter.

Peter: Where'd you get these?

Vicky: The first set I found in the front hall drawer, and, uh... the second set was sent to me.

Peter: You're kidding. Let me see these.

Vicky: What do you think?

Peter: What can I think? What would anyone think?

Vicky: It's true, isn't it? You're trying to protect me, but it's true! You and I both know it, huh?

Ada: Ok, you two, out right now. Oh, no. No! No!

Mac: Ada, what kind of greeting is that?

Ada: It's not a greeting. It's a good night. Read the sign. Read the sign.

Mac: Sign? What's a sign to a man ready to surrender his entire fortune for a hamburger and an onion?

Rachel: Hold the onions.

Amanda: Give me some fries.

Rachel: Hi.

Jamie: Hi.

Amanda: Hi!

Ada: What is it with this family? They can't read. It says closed, as in not open.

Mac: Maybe you could explain it better, sweetheart, if you'd tell us inside. Look who's here!

Jamie: It's the whole family.

Ada: A whole family of moochers.

Mac: Lisa! You look so lovely. You look absolutely glowing!

Lisa: Ha ha! It must have been something I ate, thanks to Ada.

Rachel: I'll have some of what she had.

Amanda: And maybe I should, too. No, no, wait. I'll have a hamburger. What was it you had?

Ada: You will have whatever is left for you to help me to cook in the kitchen. Come on.

Amanda: Help?

Ada: Help. Come on, come on, come on.

Mac: I thought you two were having dinner at Lisa's.

Lisa: I don't want to talk about it.

Mac: Oh, oh, don't tell me, you don't cook?

Jamie: Well, no, she's just very, um...inventive.

Lisa: I'm the pits.

Mac: All this time I've wondered where Jamie found a woman that was so perfect, he said.

Rachel: Almost as perfect as his mother.

Mac: And now we know she has one fatal flaw.

Lisa: The truth is out.

Mac: You can't cook anything.

Lisa: Well, I tried to make some jambalaya, but I nearly burned Jamie's mouth out.

Jamie: Then she resuscitated me with a little love.

Mac: Oh, well, that sounds like a wonderful evening to me.

Ada: What good-looking guy?

Amanda: You know, Grandma. The one who was in here earlier.

Ada: You mean the guy who paid his $5.00 tab with a credit card?

Amanda: Yeah, that one.

Ada: What about him?

Amanda: Oh, nothing.

Ada: "Oh, nothing"? Oh, nothing, right.

Vicky: You saw them in here tonight. You know these aren't fake.

Peter: How do we know what they were talking about, huh? We couldn't even hear them.

Vicky: I didn't need to hear them.

Peter: Vicky, Vicky, look, I know my sister. Donna's had her problems in the past, her indiscretions, who hasn't? But...the one thing she demands of herself and others is loyalty. I don't think she'd ever be capable of doing this to Michael.

Vicky: I need to get out of here.

Donna: Victoria? Michael's not back yet?

Peter: Is there a problem?

Donna: I just need to talk to Michael, that's all.

Peter: Hmm.

Donna: If you see him, would you tell him that I'm waiting?

Peter: Michael keeps you waiting a lot, doesn't he?

Donna: Peter, don't start.

Peter: Donna, I'm your brother. I can see how lonely you are. Let's face it, Michael isn't exactly here for you much these days, is he?

Donna: Michael is always here for me.

Peter: Where is he now?

Donna: I'm not sure.

Peter: My point exactly.

Donna: Peter, you don't have a point, and you have no right to interfere in my marriage.

Peter: I'm only trying to help.

Donna: Well, you're not!

Peter: Donna, why are you being so defensive?

Donna: Because I know you really do hate Michael, and you have no right to make cracks about him either being here or not being here.

Peter: I wasn't aware of making a crack.

Donna: All right, just forget it. If you see Michael--

Michael: Hey, Michael's here, baby.

Donna: Oh! Oh, hi! I have been looking for you. I have missed you.

Michael: Really? Well, I think I got to go away more often.

Peter: I wouldn't if I were you.

Michael: And why is that, Peter?

Peter: No particular reason. It's just not every man who has such a devoted wife.

[Michael chuckles]

[music begins playing]


The night we met I often remembered two strangers meeting for the very first time, now here we are facing each other, two lovers holding on to something real...

Donna: I have never loved you. The only man I have ever loved is Michael.

If you wanna know how I feel, I feel good

I feel good

baby, I feel good all over

baby, I feel good all over...

Donna: You know, everything would be just fine for us if everyone would just leave us alone.

John: You and Michael?

Donna: Yes, of course me and Michael. You didn't think that I meant--

John: You always try to control everything, don't you? Make your life into this... wonderful, perfect little world where you and Michael can be perfectly happy.

Donna: Well, we could be.

John: No, the only problem with that is... You don't fit into that world. Never have. Never will.

Donna: You don't know what you're saying.

John: That's why I'm not leaving. If I thought that my going away could solve all your problems, I'd be out of here like a shot.

Donna: Well, it could--if you would, if you would just go away.

John: Be honest, Donna. You still have feelings for me.

Donna: No. No, it's not true.

John: No matter what you do, you can't change those feelings.

...Dream about, you know I've been to many places, I've seen lots of faces, thought I knew just about everything, everything there is to know yet you never, never cease to amaze me, cease to amaze me. The main reason I live is because you make me feel good. I feel good, baby, I feel good all over, baby, I feel good all over

Felicia: No. Hi.

Wally: What are you guys doing back? Was the jazz place closed?

Felicia: No, we changed our minds about going.

Wally: Oh, really? How come?

Cass: I didn't feel like it. You guys should have gone.

Felicia: No.

Wally: Why didn't you feel like it, Cass?

Cass: What is this, 20 questions?! You know, Wally, you're a little edgy. Something's up, and I want to know what it is.

Wally: Ok, the check for Kathleen's insurance, it came. Here.

Cass: I don't want any damn money.

Felicia: Honey.

Cass: I don't want a cash prize for the death of my wife!

[Piano playing in background]

Felicia: Hey, Cass. It's ok, really.

Cass: No, it's not ok. Wally, I want that check out of my sight!

Felicia: Honey, you have to accept it.

Cass: Who says I do?

Felicia: Kathleen made me these premiums. She wants you to have this.

Wally: Now, Cass, you can't let it go to waste.

Felicia: He's not going to, Wally. He's going to take this check, and he's going to think very hard about it until he decides how best to use it.

Wally: Right, that's exactly what I think you ought to do.

Felicia: In fact, what you're going to do right now is sign it, and then we're going to put it in a special bank account, and you're just going to leave it there until you want to think about it again.

Cass: I got a better idea. Why don't we just give it to the salvation army or some organization like that? No, seriously. Kathleen would have liked that. She would have liked knowing her money was helping people.

Wally: Cass, wait a minute. I think you ought to think about this for awhile.

Cass: I just want it gone! You guys decide how to get rid of it, tell me what you want to do with it, then I'll sign it!

Felicia: Cass, please.

Mitch: Let him go. You can see that he's hurting. Maybe time alone will do him some good. You've done the best that you can.

Wally: Mitch is right, honey.

Felicia: I know it. I just can't stand to see him in this kind of pain.

Mitch: Why don't you do what he says? Why don't you give it away?

Felicia: Yeah? And to whom?

Jamie: That wasn't bad. That wasn't bad at all. Ha ha.

Ada: Almost funny.

Jamie: Yeah, it was pretty good. I got a better one, though.

Ada: Ok. What?

Jamie: It's called--[chuckles] it's called the magic-- are you ready? Want to hear it?

Ada: Yeah, go ahead.

Amanda: Can you at least be a little bit happy?

Rachel: What?

Amanda: I'll think about college, I promise.

Rachel: Honey, all I want is what's best for you. I hope you know that.

Mac: Well, would you believe my layout editor walked out at 6:00?

Jamie and Lisa: You're kidding?

Ada: Is that bad?

Mac: Could be disastrous.

Amanda: I just remembered. I have to make a phone call. Excuse me.

Mac: Oh, excuse me. Darling, don't worry.

Rachel: Oh, is it showing?

Mac: Amanda's fine. She's going to be all right.

Rachel: Oh. Well, that remains to be seen. All I keep feeling is that she's missing something, that's all.

Amanda: Hello, information? I'm looking for the number for Sam Fowler. I think it may be a new listing. I'll wait.

Michelle: Keys to the layout office. Lock up behind you.

Sam: Great. Now I'm gonna be able to find everything, right? Like drafting paper, drafting instruments, paper, ink? And no one's going to bother me? Michelle, look, thank you, you've been a doll. Mr. Cory, you're about to see some artwork that's going to knock your socks off, pop your eyes out, and blow you away. In other words, you're about to become acquainted with the work of Sam Fowler. Ha ha.

Michael: Honey, I really don't understand why Reginald is doing what he's doing to me.

Donna: Well, it's not like he hasn't done it before.

Michael: No, this is different, though. He keeps saying he wants to keep me occupied. It's as if he's playing some silly little game.

Donna: It is a game. It's always a game with him, Michael. You know what? I wish everything could just be easy again.

Michael: Hey, is something wrong?

Donna: It's just that I wish we could get rid of all these work problems and work everything out with Victoria, and then you and I could take off on a long vacation, just the two of us, then that would be perfect.

Michael: Oh, I see. Yeah, well, no, it wouldn't.

Donna: It wouldn't? Why wouldn't it be perfect?

Michael: Well, it would be almost perfect. I can think of one other thing that would make it absolutely perfect.

Donna: If I got pregnant.

Michael: You still want that baby?

Donna: Oh, I do. I do more than anything in this world. You know, it would really be a chance for us to start all over again, a whole new family. We could have a beautiful little son who looks just like you.

Michael: Or we could have a beautiful little daughter who looks just like me.

Donna: Whatever, as long as it's yours and mine, that's all that matters. I do. I want this baby so much.

Michael: Well, how's the timing?

Donna: It's not bad.

Michael: Well, you know, there's one thing about making a baby that's different than digging a ditch. If you don't get it right the first time, you don't mind trying it again.

Donna: Mm-mmm. Oh, I love you so much, and I do. I want this baby.

Michael: Well, then what do you say we go put our shoulder to the wheel, huh?

Donna: You got it.

Michael: Oh, good. Come right this way, my dear.

Donna: Oh!

Michael: Up!

Donna and Michael: Mmm!

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