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Another World Transcript Thursday 8/14/03

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Felicia: Well, hello, stranger.

Lisa: You didn't put out the help-wanted sign, did you?

Felicia: No. I know it takes a long time to get a new apartment together.

Lisa: Yeah, but I still feel like I deserted you.

Felicia: Well, as long as Henri keeps making crab salad, I think I'm in business. That doesn't mean that I didn't miss you.

Lisa: Well, I missed you, too.

Felicia: I'm sure a certain young handsome doctor has been keeping you pretty occupied. Am I right?

Lisa: Jamie and I have been spending a lot of time together. We've really gotten to know each other.

Felicia: Well, that's a good start.

Lisa: He's so wonderful. He's so dedicated.

Felicia: Dedicated is good.

Lisa: And warm. He's very warm. And considerate.

Felicia: You can't beat that.

Lisa: We have tons of things in common.

Felicia: Do you?

Lisa: We've gotten to be very close.

Felicia: Close?

Lisa: Closer.

Felicia: Lisa, honey, I don't quite know how to put this to you, but just how close are we talking?

Julie Ann: Wait a minute. Why don't you take this one inside?

Amanda: I collated and stapled 300 of these things, stood in front of a copy machine for an hour and a half. I'm too tired.

Julie Ann: You won't regret this.

Amanda: Now, what is that supposed to mean?

Julie Ann: Why don't try hand delivering just one report and find out?

Amanda: This had better be good.

Julie Ann: Trust me.

Amanda: Sorry, wrong number.

Julie Ann: Well?

Amanda: So that's your idea of a big surprise?

Julie Ann: Wait a minute.

Cass: Ok, where is it?

Amanda: What?

Cass: The big surprise.

Donna: I can't even show you my love. You won't let me--

Vicky: Let it alone, Donna.

Donna: No! No, I am not going to let it alone until you tell me why you keep pushing me away.

Vicky: All right! You really want to know? Fine! This is what I think of your kind of love.

[Knock on door]

Michael: Vicky, I want to talk to you! Victoria!  Victoria, do you know what time it is?

Vicky: Around noon. Why?

Michael: The work day begins at 9 A.M.

Vicky: Well, I can explain it.

Michael: No, you can explain to me at the office.

Donna: Michael, I really don't think--

Vicky: You want to know why I didn't show up today? Fine!

Donna: Michael, I'm afraid this is my fault.

Vicky: What?

Donna: Well, I just really wanted to spend some more time with Victoria.

Michael: Donna, Victoria knows what her responsibilities are.

Donna: Yes, I know, but she wasn't feeling very well after lunch.

Vicky: I feel just fine.

Donna: Well, maybe you feel fine now, but you weren't feeling very well earlier.

Vicky: I don't need you to lie for me, Donna.

Donna: Victoria.

Michael: All right, you two, what's going on here?

Vicky: I didn't come to work because I didn't feel like it, all right?

Michael: No, it's not all right, Victoria. We made a deal in Las Vegas to the tune of $38,000 worth.

Vicky: I told you I would pay you back, and I will!

Michael: Well, I don't like the idea of your mother covering for you.

Vicky: No one asked her.

Donna: She's right, Michael. I...I thought maybe we could play hooky together and it might make us closer. Obviously, I was wrong.

Michael: All right, Victoria. You wanna tell me what's really going on here?

Vicky: I told you.

Michael: No, no. I want to know the real reason why you didn't come in to work today.

Vicky: Who said there had to be a real reason?

Michael: I know you, Victoria.

Vicky: It's just that I don't want to hurt you, Michael.

Michael: Hurt me? Honey, what are you talking about?

Vicky: I'm so sorry.

Michael: Victoria, you're not making any sense.

Vicky: I just don't think there's any other way.

Lisa: Well, I just meant Jamie and I are more comfortable together.

Felicia: I'm very glad to hear that.

Lisa: We trust each other.

Felicia: Uh-huh.

Lisa: I feel like he's my best friend in the whole world. Felicia, I just can't believe I'm feeling like this.

Felicia: Well, honey, if you're really happy--

Lisa: I'm very happy.

Felicia: Well, then I'm very happy.

Lisa: This is weird to say out loud.

Felicia: Honey, you can say anything to me. You know that. What?

Lisa: Jamie and I are lovers.

Felicia: Well, are you very happy about that?

Lisa: Yes.

Felicia: Well, then, I'm very happy about that.

Lisa: He's been so good to me. So patient.

Felicia: Jamie's a very sweet man.

Lisa: I can't believe this is all happening to me.

Felicia: You know, now I think I can say this to you, but I have been very worried about you.

Lisa: Well, you're not the only one.

Felicia: After all those terrible things that you went through, I wasn't sure that you could even have an intimate relationship with a man.

Lisa: Well, Jamie isn't just any man.

Felicia: No, he's not.

Lisa: He's taught me to believe in myself. He's made me believe that I am worth loving.

Felicia: Something that I've known for a long time.

Lisa: Well, now I know it, too.

Felicia: So do you like having your own place?

Lisa: Yes, I do.

Felicia: Is--is Jamie planning on moving in with you?

Lisa: No, not yet. I don't think I'm ready for that.

Felicia: Well, you know, that's a very important step.

Lisa: Well, I know that I just always want to be with him. Isn't that what love is?

Felicia: Well, you certainly are saying all the right stuff.

Lisa: I'm so glad I have you to talk to.

Felicia: Me, too. Me, too. I-I want you to be so happy.

Lisa: I am. I have you, and I have Jamie. For the first time in my life, I think I'm really happy.

Cass: So, what's the big surprise?

Amanda: Go ahead, Julie Ann. Tell the man.

Julie Ann: Wait a minute. All right? Oh, great. That wasn't him.

Cass: Him who? Who him?

Julie Ann: Um...Uh...The guy that I wanted Amanda to see.

Cass: Oh, I think I'm beginning to get the picture here.

Amanda: What guy?

Julie Ann: I guess he'll just have to wait.

Amanda: You mean, you're not even going to tell me?

Julie Ann: Why spoil anything?

Amanda: Julie Ann! She can't just leave me hanging like this. Julie Ann!

Mac: Cass, I've been looking for you.

Cass: Oh, Mac, I got a message that you wanted to talk to me. What's up?

Mac: Can you come to the office?

Cass: Is anything wrong?

Mac: Well, something very peculiar just happened.

Cass: Well, let me run these contracts over to Rachel, and I'll meet you upstairs. How's that?

Mac: Oh, forget the contracts. This is much more important. Come on with me.

Cass: Thank you, Mac.

Mac: You know, Charlie Smathers is one of our biggest advertisers.

Cass: Yes, I just got off the phone with him.

Mac: That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Cass.

Cass: Is there anything wrong?

Mac: Well, Charlie likes to feel that he's on a first name basis with everybody that is anybody.

Cass: Yeah. Charlie's a great guy.

Mac: But he just got it into his head that you didn't know who he was.

Cass: Charlie said that?

Mac: You know, he's very sensitive about it.

Cass: Yeah, sure. Charlie and I go way back. I mean, who could forget an ugly mug like his, right?

Mac: That's what I told him.

Cass: Well, you know, come to think of it, Mac, I was a little preoccupied while I talked to him.

Mac: Oh, well, forget it. He shouldn't be so sensitive.

Cass: No, no, no, my fault. I'm sorry. Let me call him.

Mac: No, no, no. Please, that's not necessary. I already explained to him that you'd had a lot of trouble lately.

Cass: Well, thank you.

Mac: But it did put into my mind that maybe you should take a little time off, Cass.

Cass: Mac, just a couple of weeks ago you were twisting my arm to come back to work.

Mac: Yeah, but, maybe I made a mistake. Maybe it's a little too early.

Cass: Kathleen's gone, Mac. I have to go on.

Mac: A man needs time to adjust.

Cass: I need to keep busy.

Mac: Maybe you've been too busy.

Cass: Mac, really, I'm just fine. Now, why don't I give Charlie a call right now--

Mac: Well, I would like to talk to you a little more. You free for lunch?

Cass: Does Felicia still make the best crab salad in town?

Mac: Indeed, she does.

Cass: Then I'm free for lunch.

Mac: We're on.

Cass: Ok.

Mac: Thank you. Michelle, would you make us a luncheon reservation at Tops, please?

Michelle: If you promise to bring me a doggy bag. Mac, laughing: You got it.

[Zack sighs]

Zack: Mac, we've got problems.

Mac: Now what?

Zack: Well, I've got to send somebody to run these releases to New York City.

Mac: You can't take them?

Zack: Well, they've got to be back in the morning signed, and I've got to be in court.

Mac: Oh, Michelle, would you check around and see if anybody's free to go to New York, please?

Amanda: I'm free.

[Mac clears throat]

Mac: What about Scott LaSalle?

Zack: Yeah, well, I've been trying to get in touch with him all morning.

Julie Ann: Try the law library.

Amanda: Wouldn't it be so great to go to New York City overnight on business?

Julie Ann: Why? So you can go to Bloomingdale's after breakfast?

Amanda: Well, that too.

Julie Ann: If I were you, I'd swing down by the layout office instead.

Amanda: Now, why would I want to do that?

Julie Ann: Check out its stock. It's better than any department store I've ever been in.

Lisa: And then I dropped a whole bottle of Tabasco sauce in it.

Felicia: Oh, you didn't!

Lisa: I didn't know it was going to be so powerful!

Felicia: Honey, one bottle of Tabasco should last you until your mid-50s, at least.

Lisa: You should have seen Jamie's face when he tasted it!

Felicia: I hope you had a fire extinguisher.

Lisa: I'm going to stick to tuna casserole from now on.

Felicia: Good. That's a very safe choice. You know, maybe I should cook for Mitch.

Lisa: Ah, that's an idea. How is he?

Felicia: About the same. Great.

Lisa: Everything still good?

Felicia: Yeah, so far, so far. Except, of course, I have to tell him he has to wear a tux Friday night, so ask me after that.

Lisa: What's the tux for?

Felicia: You know what? I didn't tell you, did I?

Lisa: Well, I've been a little busy.

Felicia: Right. You are invited, and Jamie, of course.

Lisa: To what?

Felicia: It is our kick-off fund raiser for the Kathleen McKinnon Foundation--

Jamie: Sorry I'm late. I had an emergency.

Lisa: That's ok.

Jamie: Hi, Felicia.

Felicia: Hi, Jamie. My niece tells me that you make her very happy.

Jamie: I do my best.

Felicia: Well, keep it up, ok?

Jamie: You bet.

Felicia: Otherwise I'm going to have to get rough with you.

[Lisa gasps]

Lisa: No, not that!

Felicia: All right, you two. There's your table right over there. Go on.

Jamie: Thanks.

Felicia: I'll send a waiter. Hey, you're here a little early, aren't you?

Chad: Yeah, I guess I didn't feel like being alone.

Felicia: Why? What's the matter?

Chad: A lot of things.

[Telephone rings]

Felicia: Honey, let me get the phone, ok?

[Telephone rings]

Felicia: Tops. Yes, as a matter of fact, he is. Hold on, please. It's the Pasava Hospital in Chicago? For you?

[Chad sighs]

Felicia: Chad, do you want me to tell them that you're not available?

Chad: Yeah, but I don't think that would change anything. Thanks.

Felicia: Ok.

Felicia: Hi!

M.J.: Felicia, hi. Felicia, is Chad here?

Felicia: Yes, he is right here. He's on the phone.

M.J.: I just wanted to, you know, see how he's doing.

Felicia: Good, because I don't think you could have come at a better time. Go on.

M.J.: Really?

Felicia: Yeah.

M.J.: Hi. Chad? Chad, what's wrong? W-what's the matter?

Michael: Honey, I can't stand it when you're like this.

Vicky: You don't understand, Michael.

Michael: Honey, you get vague. You talk in riddles. How can I understand?

Vicky: It's not my fault.

Michael: Look. You've gotta make an effort. I mean, Donna is, I am. What are you doing?

Vicky: Nothing.

Michael: Victoria, you really hurt Donna's feelings.

Vicky: What about my feelings?

Michael: Honey, how am I supposed to know how you feel unless you tell me?

Vicky: I-I just want Donna to leave me alone for a while.

Michael: But she's your mother.

Vicky: Yeah, I know.

Michael: Look. Your mother and I fought like hell to stay together and to have you with us.

Vicky: I know that's what you wanted, Michael.

Michael: Honey, what I want is, I want my family. And I'm not going to let you just walk out without a really good reason.

Vicky: I won't walk away.

Michael: Well, good. That's good! Because I love you. I love you very, very much.

Vicky: I love you, too, Michael. And I'll do anything you want.

Michael: Yeah? Well, then, what I want is for you to patch things up with Donna.

Vicky: What for?

Michael: Vicky, just talk to her.

Vicky: I don't know if I can.

Michael: Why? Why not?

Vicky: Oh, forget it. I-I'll talk to her.

Michael: Look. If you think she's the one who gave you away, she didn't.

Vicky: I know that.

Michael: You know she'd do anything for you. Either of us.

Vicky: Right.

Michael: Th-this is it. Now, you tell me. What's eating you?

Vicky: Nothing! I just need to sort some things out.

Michael: What things?

Vicky: Look, Michael, can we just drop this, please?

[Vicky sighs]

Michael: Ok. I guess you're just not ready to tell me, is that right?

Vicky: I did.

[Michael sighs]

Vicky: At least, I tried.

Michael: Then, I guess, I didn't hear you. I love you. I-I don't know. I've been under a lot of pressure lately.

Vicky: Why?

Michael: My business is just totally messed up, and, Vicky, I really just don't have the time to sit here and try to pry the truth out of you.

Vicky: I have nothing else to say.

[Michael sighs]

Michael: I am so tired of people in this family holding out on me. I've really had it, Vicky.

Vicky: Michael. You don't even know the worst of it.

M.J.: Chad, who was on the phone?

Chad: I gotta get--

M.J.: Wait, wait, wait a minute. Where are you going?

Chad: I'm going to Chicago.

M.J.: Chad, what happened?

Chad: Nothing happened.

M.J.: Well, then, what's wrong?

Chad: Someone died, ok?

M.J.: Wait, Chad. Wait a minute.

Cass: Where's the fire? I wonder what that was all about?

Mac: Are you trying to look after the McKinnons now, too?

Cass: Mac, I am fine, I promise you. What do you have to do to get seated around here, huh?

Mac: I just think that you ought to take a little time off.

Cass: Just because Charlie Smathers got his feathers a little ruffled?

Mac: I couldn't live with myself if I were putting too much pressure on you.

Cass: Well, live with yourself, Mac. I'm fine, honestly.

[Cass sighs] what do you have to do to get a drink around here? I'll be right back, ok?

Mac: Cass.

[Footsteps approaching]

Felicia: Cass. Would you stop torturing yourself with those pictures, please?

Amanda: I'm sorry, she's out to lunch. Ok, I'll tell her.

Julie Ann: Lunchtime.

[Telephone ringing]

Amanda: Ha ha ha.  Brava, may I help you? Yes, one moment, please. Mr. Murphy, Mr. Collins is on line 5. Do you really think Barbara Walters started this way?

Julie Ann: Look on the bright side. In 5 more hours, you can punch out.

[Telephone ringing]

Amanda: Brava. I'm sorry, he's out to lunch. Shall I tell him you called? Ok, thank you. Good-bye.

Julie Ann: Work is tough, right?

Amanda: Wrong! I love it.

[Telephone ringing]

Amanda: Good morning, Brava. Hello? Thank heaven for wrong numbers.

Julie Ann: Seen any familiar faces?

Amanda: You know, you have something on your mind, and I just wish you would let me know what it is?

Julie Ann: I'll let you find out for yourself. Well, well!

Amanda: Give me that!

Julie Ann: Sam Fowler's name about 30 times!

Amanda: I didn't even know what I was writing.

Kevin: It's you.

Amanda: I guess so.

Kevin: Well, how about lunch? Dinner? The rest of our lives?

Man: Are you the new receptionist?

Amanda: I'm just filling in.

Man: Too bad. So, what are you doing for lunch?

Kevin: Uh, the line starts back here.

[Amanda laughs]

[telephone ringing]

Amanda: Brava, may I help you? Please hold.

Julie Ann: You mean, you've forgotten all about him?

[Telephone ringing]

Amanda: Brava, may I help you? One moment, please. I'll transfer you.

Julie Ann: You've forgotten those deep blue eyes?

Amanda: Brown.

Kevin: I thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives together?

Amanda: Do I know you?

Julie Ann: That fantastic bod.

[Telephone ringing]

Amanda: Please, Julie Ann, do not talk to me about fantastic bods!

Brava, may I help you? Oh--no, sorry. I didn't mean yours. Sorry. Ahem. Yes, one moment, please.

Rachel: What on earth is going on here?

Amanda: I'm just trying to cover the phones.

Rachel: By making a joke out of it?

Amanda: I wasn't.

Rachel: You better get serious about this, young lady. Or you can pack up and leave.

Vicky: Michael was looking for you, too.

Donna: He was?

Vicky: But nobody seems to know where you were.

Donna: Well, I was down by the beach. I took a walk along the lake.

Vicky: How was it?

Donna: It was fine. It was just fine.

Vicky: Well, then, why were you so upset when you walked in?

Donna: Victoria, I-I wasn't upset. I was just out of breath.

[Door opens]

Donna: John. What a pleasant surprise.

John: Can I talk to you for a minute?

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

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.

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 F.B.I.?

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: I 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.


Peter: May I come in?

Vicky: Why not? Everyone else has.

[Peter laughs]

Peter: Are you all right? You looked awfully upset before.

Vicky: I'm fine.

Peter: Is this about those pictures?

Vicky: Could we please change the subject?

Peter: I knew it. Would you just forget about those, Vicky? They don't mean anything.

Vicky: Oh, no? Go ahead. Take it.

Peter: Ecch. It's doctored. It has to be.

Vicky: Oh, would you be serious!

Peter: I know how incriminating this looks.

Vicky: It looks like my mother is shacking up with my uncle.

Peter: No, it can't be!

[Vicky sighs]

Vicky: Donna is cheating on Michael with his brother!

Peter: She wouldn't do that!

Vicky: What do I need to convince you? Videotape?

Peter: I know my sister.

Vicky: Yeah, well, obviously not well enough.

Peter: Donna is always saying how Michael is her whole world.

Vicky: Well, she fooled me, too.

[Vicky sighs]

Peter: Where'd you get this?

Vicky: In my purse.

Peter: Vicky, look. Look, I know the strain this must be putting you under. But, don't go crazy with all this, huh?

Vicky: Ok, well, I'll just pretend like we're one, big, happy family.

Peter: Now, wait, wait, wait. Don't go too far, here. Don't go doing something you might regret later.

Vicky: Like rubbing Donna's nose in it?

Peter: What?

Vicky: I almost did that a few minutes ago.

Peter: Ecch. I was afraid that would happen.

Vicky: Why are you protecting her?

Peter: I'm not. I'm simply trying to make sense of this whole situation, all right?

Vicky: Yeah, well, I'm going to do something about it.

Peter: Like what?

Vicky: Like find out who's behind all of this.

Peter: Well, it's obviously somebody that wants to poison your mind against Donna.

Vicky: Grandfather.

Peter: No!

Vicky: He was at Tops this morning. He could have put this into my purse.

Peter: No, no, no, no. He wouldn't do that.

Vicky: Grandfather would do anything to separate Michael and Donna.

Peter: No, look. I told him about the pictures.

Vicky: You did?

Peter: Yes.

Vicky: When?

Peter: This morning. He was shocked. He was very concerned about you.

Vicky: Me?

Peter: Yeah, the strain you must be under, you know? No, no. I'm convinced he had nothing to do with this.

Vicky: Maybe not. It could have been Uncle John.

Peter: Why?

Vicky: Well, maybe things aren't moving fast enough for him.

Peter: I can't stand the whole idea of this.

Vicky: This really isn't like Uncle John. He's much more up-front than this.

Peter: Hmm.

Vicky: Who's ever behind this has got to be somebody that's into sneaking around. Ecch.

Peter: You're not insinuating?

Vicky: Did you take these pictures, Uncle Peter?

Peter: How can you even ask me that?

Vicky: Well, you helped keep Donna and Michael apart when she was sick.

Peter: Yes, I did. And I regret that.

Vicky: Well, maybe you still want them to be split up.

Peter: Vicky, I just want to be a part of this family. It's all I've got. You know that.

Vicky: I don't know anything anymore.

Peter: Look. You're just saying this because you're--you're upset.

Vicky: Well, wouldn't you be?

Peter: Yes, but I wouldn't turn on somebody who cares about me.

Vicky: Maybe you're right. I'm sorry.

Peter: It's all right. It's all right. I'd probably react the same way.

Vicky: I just can't let Donna make a fool out of Michael.

Peter: All right, all right. Now, look, Vicky, whatever happens, just remember I'm on your side, huh?

Michael: Victoria, I told you I needed you at the office.

Peter: Uh, just back off a moment, all right, Michael?

Michael: Now you butt out of this, Peter.

Vicky: I just need a few more minutes.

Michael: You've had half a day.

Peter: Can't you see she's upset here?

Donna: Michael, Peter is right.

Michael: Peter, what is your sudden burst of concern?

Peter: I can't be concerned about my own niece?

Michael: Peter, you're not concerned about anything when there's not something in it for you. So, what's in it for you, huh?

Vicky: Can't we just talk around here?

Michael: Not on my time, we can't, no.

Peter: I care about Vicky's happiness, Michael.

Donna: Peter, Michael loves Victoria. He's just trying to teach her some responsibility.

Peter: Oh, I see. By--by browbeating her. Is that it?

Michael: Hey. This is between me and my kid.

Peter: Then why don't you try listening to your kid for a change, huh?

Michael: You're not going to tell me how to talk to my daughter, Peter.

Donna: Can we all just calm down, please?

Michael: No, I know what you're trying to do, Peter.

Peter: Vicky and I have an understanding, Michael.

Michael: I bet you do.

Vicky: We do.

Donna: Look, we've all been under a lot of pressure lately.

Vicky: Oh, have we, Donna?

Michael: Victoria, you watch how you talk to your mother. And stay away from him.

Peter: Ecch.

Vicky: Anything else?

Donna: Michael, please?

Michael: Honey, he's just like Reg!

Vicky: You don't know anything about it.

Michael: Victoria, he is just using you.

Vicky: I am not the one being used around here.

M.J.: Chad. Get out of the car!

Chad: I don't have time.

M.J.: You are in no condition to drive, Chad. Now, will you, please--

Chad: Will you just leave me alone? I've got to get out of here!

M.J.: Then let me drive, ok? Please?

M.J.: Chad--

Chad: Let's just go.

M.J.: No.

Chad: Let's just go.

M.J.: No! Look, I want you to tell me what's wrong. Who died?

Chad: You don't care.

M.J.: Yes, I do care, Chad. Look, a lot of stuff may have happened between us that I really would like to forget about, but that doesn't mean I don't care.

Chad: Look, M.J.--

M.J.: Because I do. I really, really do. And the only reason I came here today was to say thank you to you for being there for me. When everything-- fell apart with Adam.

Chad: Oh! I'm such a nice guy!

M.J.: Yeah, you are. Who woulda thought it.

Chad: Try telling her that.

M.J.: Her?

Chad: Who cares? She was no good, anyway.

M.J.: Chad, who are you talking about?

Chad: She used to wake me up in the middle of the night. Carry me across the hall to a neighbor lady. So she could entertain, she said. Entertain a john.

M.J.: Oh, Chad. Your mom?

Chad: She wore these bracelets that would make a jangling noise when she moved and she always smelled like lilies of the valley. And I'd just sense her in my room at night. And I would plead with her. "Mama, please let me sleep tonight."

M.J.: Oh, Chad. I'm so sorry.

Chad: All those men!

M.J.: It's ok.

Chad: Oh! I told her--I told her I'd take care of her. I said, "when I'm old enough, mama, I'm getting a job and I'm taking care of you." I guess she couldn't wait. She had the most beautiful smile. Used to light up her whole face. Oh, how I miss that.

M.J.: Oh, baby!

Chad: I loved her so much. And I never told her. I couldn't. Now it's too late. [Chad crying] why does it have to be today?  [Chad crying]

Amanda: I was not fooling around.

Rachel: Honey, this is an office, not a sorority. When you answer those phones, you're representing Brava.

Amanda: It won't happen again.

[Telephone ringing]

Amanda: Good afternoon, Brava. May I help you, please? One moment. I'll transfer you.

Rachel: Well, now, that's much better.

Amanda: Look, can we just start this over again?

Michelle: Hi, Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: Hello, Michelle.

Michelle: So, did the phones drive you nuts?

Amanda: Oh, piece of cake. Here's your messages.

Michelle: What is this? A bookie joint?

Rachel: Not yet.

Amanda: Mr. Cory is still out to lunch. Speaking of lunch, have you had anything to eat yet?

Rachel: Nope.

Amanda: What do you say we go over to Tops and grab a couple of salads?

Rachel: Why, Miss Ashton, on your salary? Tops?

Amanda: Right. Maybe it's more like the deli downstairs.

Rachel: Uh-huh.

[Telephone ringing]

Rachel: Hi, Zack.

Zack: Hi, Rachel.

Michelle: Mr. Edwards, good timing. Scott LaSalle.

Zack: Oh, great. Thanks, Michelle. Hey, Scott, I've been looking all over for you.

Rachel: Can I have these?

Michelle: Sure.

Zack: Hey, listen, look. How'd you like to go to a Mets game tonight? Yeah, I need someone to deliver some contracts to New York City. You interested? Hey, that's my man! All right, stop by my office in about an hour. Great. Thanks, Michelle. Well, that's one of my problems solved.

Rachel: Oh, boy, I wish I could say that.

Zack: What, you've got problems?

Rachel: You want a list? It's in alphabetical order.

[Zack laughs]

Mac: Oh, thank you.

Cass: Oh, I'll get it.

Mac: No, absolutely not. I asked you to lunch.

Cass: No, I insist.

Mac: I'll put it on the company account.

Cass: Will you stop playing publishing magnate for crying out loud!


Felicia: Hey! There you go again!

Cass: Oh, don't start with me, Felicia.

Felicia: You know, Mitch was supposed to put these pictures away.

Cass: I don't know what it is. I just cannot stop staring at them.

Felicia: Did you ever hear about the moth and the flame? Why are you doing this to yourself?

Cass: What, you think it's a morbid fascination?

Felicia: I don't care what it is. You've got to stop it.

Cass: I keep trying to prove to myself that Kathleen could have survived and that I didn't do enough to save her.

Felicia: Honey, you would have walked through Hell for her.

Cass: Yes.

Mac: Hi, Felicia.

Felicia: Hi, Mac.

Mac: Listen, I'm leaving. Take the rest of the afternoon off.

Cass: Mac, I've got a desk full of work. What are you paying me for, anyway?

Mac: If you need to talk, I'm there, ok?

Cass: Thank you, Mac.

Felicia: Me, too. Or you had them changed --

Sam: Mr. Cory.

Mac: Yes?

Sam: I--there's something I'd like to say, sir.

Mac: I'm listening.

Sam: It's about the "What's Happening" page. I'm really sorry I overstepped my authority.

Mac: You have no authority, Mr. Fowler, without getting my approval first.

Sam: Look, it was late, and I thought you said you wanted me to try new things.

Mac: Try anything you like, just don't implement it without approval.

Sam: It won't happen again, sir.

Mac: I hope you mean that. Because if you don't, I'm afraid you're finished here.

Lisa: How does chateaubriand for 2 sound?

Jamie: We just had lunch.

Lisa: I'm talking about dinner.

Jamie: I don't want you to be cooking for me all the time.

Lisa: Are you saying that out of self-defense?

Jamie: No, it's just that I have irregular hours, that's all. And I think you should find something for yourself to do.

Lisa: I'll get to that.

Jamie: You gonna be working here again?

Lisa: Adam keeps asking me to come back to the police station.

Jamie: How do you feel about that?

Lisa: I've lost my psychic ability. Maybe he wants me to sweep up or something.

Jamie: Well, I know I'm not entitled to an opinion--

Lisa: Of course you are.

Jamie: I don't really want you going back there. But I do believe you should find something for yourself to do.

Lisa: I am.

Jamie: I never argue with a beautiful woman.

Lisa: Good idea.

Jamie: Hmm, I'm running late.

Lisa: Don't forget about the fund raiser.

Jamie: I'll make sure I find someone to cover for me. I'll see you later.

Lisa: Bye-bye.

Jamie: When was the last time I told you that I loved you?

Lisa: Um, about 5 minutes ago.

Jamie: That long? Bye.

Lisa: Bye.

Felicia: So, then, you will do it?

Cass: Well, I just said I would.

Felicia: Wally, all right.

Wally: Put your money where your mouth is and sign this check.

Cass: There. Check...Pen.

Felicia: Thank you. All right, now, the kick-off fund-raising party is Friday night.

Wally: The invitations are already in the mail.

Cass: Wait a minute. How did you know I'd go along with this?

Wally: You, miss a party? Ho ho ho!

Felicia: That's right. And this is exactly what Kathleen would want you to do with this money.

Cass: You know, she'll probably be looking down making sure that I don't skip off for a little friendly game of chance.

Felicia: I don't think you need to worry about it. You see, there'll be enough action right here because Tops is gonna be jumping Friday night. You'll see.

Michael: I want to know why you're making nice with my daughter. I mean, what's in it for you, Peter?

Peter: I'm concerned about Vicky's welfare, that's all.

Michael: You and Reg hatched this little scheme together, didn't you?

Vicky: Uncle Peter isn't like that, Michael.

Michael: No, Vicky, Peter's gonna work on you, while Reg works on me.

Peter: You are really losing it.

Michael: Peter, you're trying to undermine my business.

Donna: Peter, is that true?

Peter: I have no idea what he's talking about.

Michael: I happen to have all the proof that I need.

Peter: Michael, you know, you're so wrapped up in your businesses that you can't see what's going on in your own family.

Vicky: Uncle Peter.

Michael: Peter, you are trying to tear my family apart.

Vicky: That's not true.

Michael: I want you out of here.

Donna: Michael?

Peter: You can't throw me out of my own house.

Michael: This is my house now.

Donna: It's our house, and Peter does have a right to be here.

Michael: Not as long as he's trying to poison my child against me.

Peter: You know, I love Vicky. But you are too insecure to handle that. That's what this is all about, isn't it?

Michael: Peter, I'm not gonna stand here and argue with you, ok? I just want you out of my house.

Donna: Michael...

Michael: Come on.

Peter: Vicky... Vicky, I'm sorry you had to hear this.

Vicky: Michael didn't mean it. Please don't leave, Uncle Peter.

Peter: I don't know what's happening around here anymore.

Vicky: I do. And I've got to do something about it. Soon.

Felicia: You know, starting this foundation is gonna be a whole new beginning for you.

Cass: Sort of like christening a battleship, huh?

Felicia: Yes. In fact, I think it's about time you made your maiden voyage. What do you think?

Cass: Can we discontinue this metaphor?

Felicia: Right, ok. You know what? It is time for you to move on. Kathleen would want that.

Cass: What about what I want?

Felicia: You are going to have a wonderful time Friday night, I promise you.

Cass: The fund raiser is this Friday?

Felicia: Yeah, right.

Cass: That's not much time.

Felicia: Well, I mean, you know, 150 people, a little food, a little drink. Friday...

Cass: What are you gonna do?

Felicia: Well, now, you said that you have a lot of free time on your hands, right?

Cass: Oh, yeah, but not that much free time.

Felicia: Come on, haven't you ever stuffed an éclair? It's a lot of fun.

Cass: Oh, no, no.

Felicia: Honey, this is for a worthy cause.

Cass: No. Mm-mmm.

Felicia: Cass...

Cass: No. No.

Sam: I really want this job, Mr. Cory, and I think I have something to offer this company.

Mac: So long as you do it in the right way, there'll be no problem.

Sam: I will. I promise you that.

Julie Ann: Mr. Cory, Mr. Burgess is on line 7.

Mac: Oh, thank you, Julie Ann. Are we finished, Mr. Fowler?

Sam: Yes, sir.

Sam: I meant what I said. It won't happen again.

Rachel: I hope not.

Sam: Look, I know I've put you in a lousy position.

Rachel: Yes, you have.

Sam: What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry.

Rachel: Problems?

Mac: Art Burgess. Another advertiser. They're all getting mighty nervous about this radical new layout.

Rachel: Great.

Mac: I'm getting a little nervous myself.

Rachel: About the layout?

Mac: No, about what Mr. Fowler might try to pull next.

Rachel: Mac, I'm sure he's learned his lesson.

Mac: I don't know, maybe I was too impulsive hiring him. I should have checked his references.

Rachel: They're all legitimate.

Mac: I still think I better find out a little more about Sam Fowler.

Peter: Now, Vicky, don't do anything rash, here, all right?

Vicky: He kept pushing me to tell him what's the matter.

Peter: And you couldn't tell him.

Vicky: How could I do this? Maybe I can show Donna the photos. If I confront her with it...

Peter: Hmm...No. Donna...Poor Donna, she'd only deny it.

Vicky: You do believe that something is going on between Uncle John and Donna, don't you?

Peter: I don't want to.

Vicky: But you do?

Peter: It's possible.

Vicky: If I don't show Donna the pictures, I--

Peter: That only leaves Michael.

Vicky: I can't let him go on not knowing.

Peter: No, that wouldn't be fair to him. It also wouldn't be fair to him for him to find out the way you did.

Vicky: Whoever sent those pictures to me could send them to him, too.

Peter: Vicky... Vicky, you have to do what you think is right.

Vicky: I'm going downstairs to show him the pictures. He has a right to know what's going on behind his back.

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