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Another World Transcript Wednesday 8/20/03

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Vicky: Oh, great. Would you get out of my way?  [Honks] come on, move it! Move it! Come on, what is this--Jeez. What do you think you're do-- Jamie!

Jamie: Vicky.

Vicky: I didn't think it was you.

Jamie: Yeah, it was me.

Vicky: Your car is stalled, huh?

Jamie: That's right, yeah, and neither of us is going anywhere unless you give me a hand. So what's it gonna be?

Cass: Thank you. Thank you very much. Finally, I would like to express my most profound appreciation to my dear friends for their patience with me, and I'd like to let them know that it's back to the living for Cass Winthrop.

Mac: Yay, Cass!

Cass: Thanks for all you've done for us, Wally, really. Couldn't have done it without you. Thank you. Thank you. Has anybody seen Felicia around?

Wally: Uh, she's not here. I don't know where she is.

Rachel: Oh, I saw her. She was by the elevator. [Whistles]

Cass: Well, I want to-- I want to thank her. Excuse me.

Wally: Mitch...She's only been gone a few minutes.

Mitch: Wally, are you sure you know where she-- Felicia!

Felicia: I--I was downstairs, and I was in the hall, and I noticed that your door was open. You've been robbed.

Donna: Oh, John, we have to do some--

Clara: John?

Donna: Clara, hello.

Clara: Were you expecting John?

Donna: No. No, not really.

Clara: But you said his name.

Donna: Well, I know. I was just thinking about him-- well, his speech. It was wonderful, wasn't it?

Clara: Yes, yes.

Donna: Well, I just came out here to get a little fresh air, and I was hoping John might come out so I could congratulate him.

Clara: Why didn't you just go to him?

Donna: I really didn't think about that. That's a good idea. I think I'll go do that now.

Clara: Before you do, Donna, uh, I want to tell you something. I've been noticing...

Donna: No-noticing?

Clara: Well, you and John.

Donna: Me and John what?

Clara: You're so very aware of one another.

Donna: Uh, Clara, I--I'm sorry. I really don't know what you're talking about.

Clara: I just hope you know what you're doing.

Michael: Doing about what, Ma?

Clara: Oh!

Donna: Michael, I was just telling your mother about the surprise I had planned for you.

Michael: Oh, really? What'd she tell you, Ma?

Donna: Ah, ah, don't you dare tell him. It's our little secret, right?

Clara: Yes, I--I can't tell.

Donna: Well, your mother was just a little worried about the surprise, and I was just getting ready to tell her that she doesn't have to be, that I know what I'm doing.

Clara: If you say so, Donna.

Donna: Oh, I do. So not another word about it, right?

Clara: Mm-hmm. Mum's the word.

Donna: You know, I really do love your mother. She's really sweet.

Michael: Hey, look, you just cut the bull, Donna, all right?

Donna: What?

Michael: You're not gonna talk your way out of this one.

Donna: Michael, out of what?

Michael: The surprise. Come on, please. I want to know what it is. Tell me.

Donna: No! I'm not gonna tell you.

Michael: You will tell me.

Donna: No, I won't. You know, you could-- no, you could put me in irons, maybe even torture me on the rack, and you'll never get it out of me.

Michael: Hmm, the rack? Mmm. How about a dance first?

Donna: First?

Michael: First. Come right this way.

[Donna laughs] come right this way.

Donna: Oh, ah!

[Donna laughs]

John: How long has it been since we danced?

Jane: Well, I don't know.

John: I think it's been too long.

Jane: Ok.

Vince: May I have 2 brandies, please? Oh, excuse me. I'll be back in a minute. Mary.

Mary: Are you having a good time?

Vince: We need to talk.

Mary: So you said earlier.

Vince: I can't put this off anymore.

Dianne: Here's your drink, Vince. I hope I'm not interrupting.

Mary: Why don't we talk later?

Vince: Mary, we're gonna have this conversation!

Dianne: I'm sorry, Vince.

Vince: It wasn't your fault.

Dianne: Oh, it was. You wanted to talk to Mary and I interrupted.

Vince: No, you didn't interrupt.

Dianne: Must be very important.

Vince: It is.

Felicia: I mean, this is supposed to be a secure building. I just don't know what's happening, and it's so frightening to me.

Mitch: It's ok. Maybe he just got what he wanted and he won't be back. Are you all right?

Felicia: Yeah, I'm ok.

Mitch: Are you sure?

Felicia: Yeah.

Wally: Here's Adam. Felicia, tell him what happened.

Felicia: It's just such a mess. I mean, his whole room is ransacked, Adam.

Adam: Did you touch anything?

Felicia: No, I-- I don't know. I don't know. I didn't think.

Mitch: It's ok. Nobody got hurt. That's the most important thing.

Adam: Wally, I want you to get on the phone and call headquarters. Tell them what happened. Tell them to get somebody down here right away.

Felicia: What?

Adam: Listen, Mitch, you're gonna have to go downstairs with me, and Felicia, you're gonna have to come, too.

Donna: Could she have a few minutes first?

Felicia: No, no. No, no. It's all right, honey. Yeah, all right. Let's just do it now, please. All right? Come on.

Rachel: I didn't ask for a drink.

Mac: Oh, I just got one for myself.

Rachel: I don't need a drink.

Mac: I know that, Rachel.

Rachel: I'm sorry, Mac. I didn't mean to snap.

Mac: What is it, darling?

Rachel: I just keep thinking about Amanda.

Mac: Rachel, it's just a job.

Rachel: She should be getting ready for college.

Mac: It only takes a couple of days to get ready for college. Just think of it as a summer job. That's the way I think of it.

Rachel: But the summer's almost over, Mac, and she's perfectly happy about it. Anyone can see that.

Mac: She will get bored. I'm sure of that.

Rachel: Well, she doesn't seem bored to me. I mean, doesn't she realize she's throwing her whole life away.  [Splash]

Amanda: Where is he?

[Door opens]

[Footsteps]

Amanda: Finally.

Julie Ann: Hi, Amanda.

Amanda: Oh, it's you.

Julie Ann: Well, it's nice to see you, too.

Amanda: What are you doing here?

Julie Ann: I just wanted to see how the interview went.

Amanda: Hasn't gone anywhere.

Julie Ann: What do you mean?

Amanda: I mean, the jerk hasn't even showed up yet.

Julie Ann: Now, come on, Amanda. He's a very nice guy.

Amanda: He's a very late guy, and I don't like waiting for people.

Julie Ann: Not even if they're worth it?

Amanda: Julie Ann, I am missing an excellent bash at Tops tonight. Mel Gibson wouldn't even be worth that. Ohh, I'm leaving.

Julie Ann: What?!

Amanda: If I leave now, I can still make it for the end of the party.

Julie Ann: Well, no! No! No!

Amanda: What do you mean, no?

Julie Ann: Well, you can't.

Amanda: Says who?

Julie Ann: I do.

Amanda: What is with you, Julie Ann?

Julie Ann: I just don't think you should miss a good opportunity like this, that's all.

Amanda: And why would you care so much?

Julie Ann: Because you're my friend.

Amanda: Well, thank you. That's very sweet. But if you want me to still keep being your friend, you're gonna have to stop pressuring me. Do you see me trying to force you to go into an interview?

Julie Ann: I just think that this would be a very good job for you.

Amanda: Why?!

Julie Ann: I told you. Because he's a very interesting guy.

Amanda: Ok. So why don't you apply for the job?

Julie Ann: Because I already have one.

Amanda: Well, maybe I like floating.

Julie Ann: Well, maybe you'll like this better.

Amanda: All right! All right, I'll stay. But I don't care how crazy you are about this guy. If he's not here in 15 minutes, I'm out of here.

Vince: Oh, Mary!

Mary: Vince, I don't want to talk right now.

Vince: Oh, I was just looking... Is something wrong?

Mary: [Sarcastic] no. No. Everything's wonderful.

Vince: I guess that was a poor choice of words.

Mary: It was just listening to John make that speech.

Vince: Yeah.

Mary: Those guys really had a lot to contend with.

Vince: I guess they did.

[Mary sighs]

Mary: And then I started... To think about Kathleen. I wonder what she would have thought of that war.

Vince: We had some pretty big arguments.

Mary: Did you?

Vince: Yeah. At that point, I was still a hawk. She wasn't.

Mary: Well, I would have guessed that, you know.

Vince: She tried to teach me political science, and I told her about doing your duty.

Mary: Anybody change their mind?

Vince: She didn't.

Mary: You did?

Vince: I don't know.  [Sighs] you know, when they chose those draft lotteries, the first number they picked was her birthday, September 14. I didn't know what it was like to lose a kid then. If that happened now, I might have been one of those guys you read about... Sits up on the porch with a rifle on his knee, saying, oh, no, she's not going.

Mary: You should talk to John about that.

Vince: I wish she could talk to him.

[Mary cries]

Vince: Oh, hey, hey, now. Don't cry about it.

Mary: I just miss her a lot. Well, I don't want to keep you from Dianne.

Vince: You didn't.

Mary: I just--oh, I just came out here to be alone.

Vince: Oh, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude.

Mary: I didn't say that.

Vince: Look, I thought the fact that we had 4 kids might somehow bring us together, you know what I mean? But you have made it pretty plain that you don't feel that way.

Mary: Why are you starting an argument?

Vince: Because no matter how hard I try, I can't help but feel close to you.

Mary: Gee, I'm sorry!

Vince: Well, don't be. I can change, and I can stop. Now pull yourself together. I want to talk to you before you go home tonight.

[Mary sighs]

Vicky: You've got to be kidding.

Jamie: Do I look like I'm kidding?

Vicky: You want me to push your car?

Jamie: It's stalled.

Vicky: Well, how am I supposed to do that?

Jamie: With great vigor.

Vicky: Have you realized what I'm wearing?

Jamie: I haven't looked at what you're wearing.

Vicky: Well, look--

Jamie: A dress. You're wearing a dress.

Vicky: What kind of dress?

Jamie: Is this a fashion lesson?

Vicky: Jamie, I happen to be wearing a very tight-fitting dress.

Jamie: Well, great. I'll look at it while you push the car.

Vicky: In this?

Jamie: It's very simple, Vicky. You get behind the car, you throw your body against it, and you push!

Vicky: Well, push it yourself!

Jamie: Vic--Vicky, listen. If we don't move the car, we're both gonna spend the rest of the night here. Now, what do you want?

Vicky: Boy, are you ever tense!

Jamie: Vicky, I'm a doctor on call. Can you get that through your head? Now, you might not have had anything better to do tonight, but it just so happens that I have a high-risk pregnancy on my hands, and I have every intention of getting to the hospital before she delivers.

Vicky: How do you know I have nothing better to do?

Jamie: I didn't say you had nothing better to do. I said you might have nothing better to do.

Vicky: Well, I do have something better to do.

Jamie: Great! I'm thrilled for you. Now, can we move the car so we can both go do what we have that's better to do?

Vicky: I hate the way doctors think--that whatever they do is more important than whatever anybody else does.

Jamie: Do you mind if we drop this, please? I'm getting a splitting headache.

Vicky: Ohh!

Jamie: What's the matter?

Vicky: I broke the heel on my shoe.

Jamie: You'll live. Come on. Push!

Vicky: They must love you in the labor room.

Jamie: That's if I ever get there.

Vicky: Aah! Oh, my dress is ripping.

Jamie: Finally.

Vicky: Finally my dress is ripping?

Jamie: No! Finally we moved the car! Now, give me your keys.

Vicky: Why?

Jamie: So I can drive your spiffy little sports car, that's why.

Vicky: Whoever said you could drive my car?

Jamie: How am I gonna get to the hospital, Vicky?

Vicky: Ever heard of a taxi?

Jamie: Vicky, I have a woman in labor. Now, you either give me those keys, or I'll take them! Which do you prefer?

Vicky: The keys are in the car.

Jamie: Boy, Vicky, I can't tell you what a sport you've been about this. I don't know how I'll ever repay you.

Vicky: You can buy me a new pair of shoes.

Jamie: Get in the car.

Adam: [Whistles] Boy, you weren't kidding. This place really is a mess.

Mitch: Well, they certainly had a run at it, didn't they?

Felicia: Why would anyone do this?

Adam: Felicia, this kind of thing happens all the time. I'm just glad you weren't here. Sometimes those guys get pretty violent.

Mitch: Well, I'm sorry that I wasn't here. Otherwise, they would have been an ex-violent type.

Adam: Look, check it out. See if you can find anything missing, will you?

Felicia: Ok.

Adam: No. Not you. You stay here. There's enough fingerprints around here as it is.

Felicia: Right. I'm sorry.

Mitch: Yeah. There is something missing. There's a camera, some cash-- which is no big deal--but, uh, there's something else missing.

Felicia: What is it?

Policeman: What do we got? Whoa! Not the neatest thief in the world, huh?

Adam: It's a pretty standard B&E. Listen, check the other flights out on this floor. This guy hits this place, he may have hit someplace else.

Felicia: Mine! Mine!

Adam: What? All right. We got some cash, a camera... There was something else you were looking for? What is it?

Mitch: There was a box. I had some photographs in it. That's no big deal, but there was a present. It was just a gift. It was something that I was gonna give Felicia after the party tonight.

Adam: That's pretty rough.

Mitch: Yeah. It was the first nice thing that I'd really gotten for her.

Adam: Sorry about that, Mitch. I know how things are when they don't work out.

Jamie: How's Mrs. Cameron?

Nurse: Dr. Sherman just checked her. 5 centimeters, I believe, and 50% effaced.

Jamie: When was that?

Nurse: 15 minutes ago.

Jamie: She's got a while to go, then, hasn't she? Have you got her on the fetal monitors?

Nurse: 2 of them.

Jamie: Good. I'll let them know that I'm here.

Vicky: Where are you going?

Jamie: To see my patient.

Vicky: Well, is she gonna have the baby now?

Jamie: She's not as far along as we'd thought. I'm in a hurry. Excuse me.

Vicky: Jamie, aren't you even gonna thank me?

Jamie: You're a real trouper, Vicky. Thanks a lot.

Vicky: Well, I did let you drive my brand new car.

Jamie: I just said thank you, didn't I? What do you want, a medal, Vicky? Thank you very much for rescuing me from the garage.

Vicky: Show me where the phone is, please?

Jamie: There.

Vicky: I have to call Donna.

Jamie: Ok.

Vicky: Oh, Jamie.

Jamie: What?

Vicky: You do owe me a new pair of shoes.

Michael: Oh!

Donna: You! I am having a wonderful time. I think I could dance all night.

Michael: Well, you know, I think we could arrange that, as a matter of fact. You said we could dance at home, right?

Donna: Yes, I did.

Michael: Well, then, I'll tell you what. Why don't you wait right here for me, and I'll be right back, ok? Ok.

Donna: Hi.

Michael: Cass, uh...

Cass: Excuse me.

Michael: Excuse me. We have to go.

Cass: Well, thank you for everything, Mike.

Michael: Well, not quite everything.

Cass: Oh, you don't have to do this.

Michael: No. No arguments. I want you to take this. Please.

Cass: Thank you.

John: Would you excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back.

Jane: Oh, sure.

John: You said you wanted to see me before.

Donna: I can't discuss it now.

John: Well, let's go out on the balcony, hmm?

Donna: I am leaving with Michael.

[John sighs]

Michael: Hey, baby. You ready to go?

Donna: Oh, of course.

Michael: Good. We're going home.

John: A little early, isn't it?

Michael: Well, not really. It's surprise night at the Hudson's.

Donna: I am not going to tell you what it is. You're not gonna start, are you?

Michael: Well, you don't have to because I've got a surprise for you.

Donna: You do?

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Donna: For me? Really? What is it? What, what, what?

Michael: Don't start, Donna. And you, I just want you to know that tonight, I'm really proud to be your brother. Come on.

John: Hey, how you doing?

Howard: Hey! Good.

John: See you found some beers, huh?

Howard: Yeah. Hey, this one's got your name on it.

John: Great. Al: Not too bad, but not very cold.

Howard: Yeah, well... Hey, look, we need to talk sometime, but let's go out somewhere, you know, where the music isn't so...

John: I know, I know. The music here stinks. What are you gonna do?

Howard: Yeah. Well, hey, look, I got an idea, though. Why don't we just--

John: No, no, no. I got the idea.

Howard: What?

John: What do you say we regroup here a little bit and reform the Chu Lai boys choir?

Howard: No, man.

John: Oh, yeah, come on.

Howard: Man, not now.

Mary: Well, I don't know. It depends on...

Vince: Hi. Hi. Excuse me. Mary, this can't wait. Let's go on the balcony.

Mary: Ok.

Trio: You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss...

Michael: I don't believe this!

Trio: Your lips, doo-bah, doo-bah, doo-bah, and there's no tenderness any more in your fingertips, we're trying hard...

Felicia: Well, that no-good lowlife, he got my place, too. I just don't believe this.

Adam: Was it tossed the way this place is?

Felicia: Like a salad. I just wish I could get my hands on that creep.

Mitch: Did they take anything?

Felicia: I don't know. I really don't know. I'm so mad, I didn't even check.

Adam: All right. Come on, let's check it out.

Felicia: Oh, Adam, listen. I don't keep anything of real value in there, just... All my jewels are in the safe downstairs.

Adam: All right. Well, let's just hope he left some kind of calling card.

Felicia: What did he take?

Mitch: My box of photographs.

Felicia: I'm sorry. I know they were your best photos.

Mitch: That's all right. It's ok. It's ok. I mean, we're here. We're ok, and that's the most important thing.

Felicia: You're right, it is. It is.

Sam: Holy--what happened, man?

Mitch: I got ripped off.

Sam: Well, they get much?

Mitch: Enough. What are you doing here?

Sam: I was working. Why?

Mitch: I thought you were having interviews.

Sam: Oh, no! Oh, I forgot! Oh, man!

Amanda: 3, 2, 1. Time's up.

Julie Ann: No. No, come on. Give it a couple more minutes. I mean, you never know. He may have a good reason for being late.

Amanda: It is 10:00 at night. He could have called.

Julie Ann: Well, maybe he couldn't get to a phone.

Amanda: Do you have any idea how many phones there are in this world? They have them on airplanes!

Julie Ann: Well, maybe he couldn't get change.

Amanda: Change?

Julie Ann: For the phone.

Amanda: Why are you defending this guy?

Julie Ann: I'm not defending him. I just don't think you should leave.

Amanda: Ok. I won't.

Julie Ann: Ok. Now you're being smart.

Amanda: On one condition.

Julie Ann: What?

Amanda: That you tell me what you are doing. What is it about this job that is so important?

Julie Ann: Nothing.

Amanda: See ya.

Julie Ann: No, wait. Ok.

Amanda: Ok, what?

Julie Ann: Ok, I'll tell you everything.

Mary: What was it you wanted to say?

Vince: Uh, look, uh... Maybe we ought to talk about this some other time, you know, being as this is, uh... Kathleen's night and all, you know?

Mary: No. No. If there's something you wanted to say to me, please, say it.

Vince: I thought a lot... I thought a lot about this, and I can't speak for you...

Mary: Ok.

Vince: But I think we've both come to the realization that it's just not in the cards for us.

Mary: I never said that.

Vince: Yeah, well, not in so many words, but you made your decision. And now I made mine.

Mary: Which is?

Vince: Well, as long as we're doing things your way, we're living apart, we're only seeing each other for the kids, I think we ought to make it legal.

Mary: Are you suggesting a divorce?

Vince: Yeah. That's what I'm suggesting.

Mary: Don't you think we should talk about this?

Vince: You wanted to move out. You wanted to end it. I'm just saying, let's make it final.

Trio:  Gone, gone, gone, whoa-oh-oh-oh!

Howard: Oh, yeah!

John: Thank you! Sergeant Howard Freeling thanks you. Corporal Al Mongato thanks you.

Woman: Yeah!

John: And I thank you. Ohh! You know, it's nice to finally see some attention being paid to the war and the guys who fought it. What's not so nice is having to face all those unpleasant memories... The feelings that we'd rather deny... Just because it's easier, but I guess easier doesn't make it, does it?

Howard: No.

John: I think I've finally realized something tonight, you guys. If you're gonna start living-- I mean, really living-- you've got to be able to come to grips with your past.

Donna: Michael, can we please leave?

John: As tough as that might be, you can't do that if you can't take your past and look it in the eye... Well, you're as good as lost.

Cass: Safe trip back to Texas. Thanks again. Thank you for coming. Good night.

John: Cass, uh, I was wrong. This is a good thing. Thank you.

Cass: You bet.

Jane: John, I didn't know you could sing.

John: Weren't you listening?

Jane: Oh, that was great.

Clara: John, dear, do you mind if I have a word with you?

John: No, not at all.

Jane: Oh, I'll just wait for you at the table. Ok.

Clara: I won't keep him long, Jane.

Jane: Ohh!

John: Well, what did you think of our song? Loud, wasn't it?

Clara: That and some, yes. But I was more interested in the speech. It was beautiful. But that part about the memories, that part was about Donna, wasn't it?

John: Donna?

Clara: Yes.

John: No, it wasn't about Donna, mom, it was about-- it was about Vietnam. It was about the war.

Clara: Mm-hmm.

John: I don't want to talk about Donna. Tonight is for the vets, and this old nasty vet wants to dance with the most beautiful woman at this party. Come on.

Clara: Now, flattery will get you somewhere.

Cass: Robbed?

Lisa: Yes. Apparently, the place is a mess.

Cass: Here she is.

Felicia: You're not gonna believe this, but I've been hit, too. Everything is everywhere.

Mac: Did I hear right-- you were burglarized?

Cass: Yes. What was taken? Anything valuable?

Felicia: I don't know. I'll check it all tomorrow. Right now, let's just not talk about bad things, all right? Come on, let's have fun. Come on.

Mac: That's terrible.

Felicia: I know, Mac. I'm fine. Really I am.

Mac: [Sighs] Well, Amanda should be here by now.

Rachel: Well, you've finally noticed.

Mac: I'm going to call.

Sam: Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: What are you doing here?

Sam: I got to borrow Mitch's car. I got to get back to Brava tonight.

Rachel: Now?

Sam: Well, yeah. I'm supposed to be interviewing a couple girls for that run job.

Rachel: You are?

Sam: Yeah, and I'm late. S. Caruthers and M. Ashton are gonna be mighty furious.

Rachel: Let me see that list.

Amanda: Tell me!

Julie Ann: I will!

Amanda: I'm waiting!

Julie Ann: Ok, here's the story. See, I had this--

Suzie: Oh, excuse me, I'm here for the interview.

Julie Ann: Oh, what do you know, another applicant. Suzie, it's so nice to see you. Mandy, this is Suzie. She's in payroll. Suzie, this is Mandy. She's here for the interview as well.

Suzie: I'm so excited. I hear the guy who is interviewing us is incredibly gorgeous.

Amanda: He's also incredibly late and incredibly rude, and I'm incredibly fed up.

Julie Ann: Well, I don't blame you.

Amanda: You don't?

Julie Ann: How dare he keep you waiting like this. I mean, who does he think he is?

Amanda: Well, I thought you were on his side.

Julie Ann: Well, why would I be? I mean, as I was telling her, this guy will keep you here till 10:00 at night every night. And on weekends, when he's in the mood, he's an absolute tyrant. And besides that, he's cheap. Takes you out to lunch and purposely forgets his wallet. You know the type.

Amanda: I know the type.

Suzie: So do I. Who cares if he's good-looking?

Julie Ann: Are you leaving?

Suzie: My job in payroll is looking pretty good.

Julie Ann: Well... I guess she wasn't into the spirit of adventure.

Amanda: You lied to that girl.

Julie Ann: Who, me?

Amanda: I want to know why.

Jamie: The Cameron file, please. Thank you.

Vicky: Hi, oh, Jamie. I thought you might need this.

Jamie: My wallet.

Vicky: You left it in my car.

Jamie: Oh. Must've fallen out of my pocket. Thank you.

Vicky: Sure. Uh, has she had the baby yet?

Jamie: Babies.

Vicky: What?

Jamie: My patient is having twins.

Vicky: You're kidding.

Jamie: That's what she said when she found out.

Vicky: Why didn't you tell me?

Jamie: I just did.

Vicky: I mean earlier.

Jamie: You didn't ask. Did you get a hold of your mother?

Vicky: Oh, no. She had already left the party. Um, when are you gonna do it?

Jamie: Do what?

Vicky: Deliver the twins.

Jamie: Oh, yeah! Very soon, very soon. As a matter of fact, I'm gonna check on her in about 2 minutes.

Vicky: Is she happy about it?

Jamie: About the twins?

Vicky: Yeah.

Jamie: She's thrilled, and so's her husband. They've been trying to conceive for 4 years, and now that they have 2 kids coming along... What's the matter?

Vicky: I just never thought about it that way.

Jamie: What way?

Vicky: As something the parents would want.

Jamie: Well, most of them do once they get used to the idea.

Nurse: Mrs. Cameron's fully dilated, doctor.

Jamie: I'll be right there. Good-bye, Vicky.

Vicky: Uh, hey, do you mind if I wait? Uh... I'd like to see those twins.

Donna: Michael, I can't believe you won't tell me what it is.

Michael: Shh, shh, shh, shh! I mean, it's ok for you to have surprises and not ok for me to have surprises?

Donna: Come on, what did you do? [Sighs] Ohh! This is my surprise?

Michael: Well, I thought it was about time for a second honeymoon.

Donna: Hmm. This was a wonderful thing for you to do.

Michael: Oh, I thought it was pretty clever. Now, what about you?

Donna: What about me?

Michael: Donna.

Donna: [Gasps] Ohh. Oh, my surprise.

Michael: Yes, your surprise. The surprise you've been talking about all night long.

Donna: Well, I have an idea. Why don't we dance first?

Michael: Why don't we dance? Not fair, Donna, not fair.

Donna: I promise I'll tell you what my surprise is later.

Michael: No, no, no, no, no. I tell you what then, how about we dance to some music if you want to dance, ok?

Donna: We need music to do that?

[Soft music playing]

Singer: stay with me, stay with me, spend just one more day with me, maybe you can rearrange a place

John: If you're gonna start living--I mean, really living-- you got to be able to come to grips with your past.

Singer:  Into that world you're bound, but please don't...

Michael: Hey, what's wrong, honey?

Donna: Nothing.

Michael: Come on.

Donna: Well, do you know that you are the best thing that's ever happened to me?

Michael: Yeah, I know that.

Singer:  I can't bear...

Donna: Would you just hold me right now?

Singer:  If I could spend one night with you, that would last my whole life through, of all the nights I've held you close, tonight's the night that means the most, so stay with me, tonight I'll show you that our love is something beautiful, I'm gonna give you all the loving you need

Sam: So, do you know either of these women?

Rachel: Suzie Caruthers. She's really talented.

Sam: Great. What about the other one--um, M. Ashton?

Rachel: Mandy Ashton?

Sam: Oh, so you have heard of her.

Rachel: Yes, but, um, well, it's not important.

Sam: What? Tell me.

Rachel: No. She wouldn't do it if she was working for you.

Sam: Do what?

Rachel: Um, come in late, long conversations on the telephone, and she asks for time off a lot.

Sam: Oh, brother.

Rachel: But she probably wouldn't do it if she was working for you.

Sam: Well, I'm not gonna take the chance. I really appreciate this, Mrs. Cory. Have a nice day, ok?

Rachel: All right.

Mitch: I'm gonna run down and see if I can help out.

Felicia: You want me to go with you?

Mitch: No. You lock the door till I get back.

Felicia: Ok. Are you ok?

Rachel: Yes. I just feel like I'm in the middle of a French farce. Everybody's running in and out of doors.

Felicia: Who is?

Rachel: Well, this one works for that one, and that one works for the other one, and nobody knows who anybody really is. And then there's this other guy, and he gets right in the middle of everything, and he thinks he knows what's going on, and everybody else thinks something else, and sometimes you just feel like screaming. So I'm gonna just have some more champagne.

Felicia: Well, that definitely sounds like the third act. Anything you want me to do?

Rachel: No.

Felicia: No?

Rachel: I'm fine.

Mac: Rachel.

Rachel: Just a minute. I'll be right back.

[Felicia laughs]

Mac: Well, at least she's enjoying herself.

Rachel: Aaaaaaaaaaah! What are you looking at? Ohh!

Mac: All right, darling?

Rachel: Fine, I'm fine.

Mac: Good.

Donna: Hmm, heh! What are you doing?

[Both laughing]

Donna: Hmm!

Michael: You know, I love it here.

Donna: I could spend the rest of my life right here.

Michael: Nah, no, no. You'd get bored.

Donna: Hmm, heh. With you? No, no, no, no, never.

Michael: You...

[Both chuckle]

Michael: I got to tell you, honey, I really needed this.

Donna: I know. When I'm alone with you like this, it makes me forget about all of my problems.

Michael: Problems? What problems?

Donna: Victoria, John...

Michael: Oh, Victoria's fine. John's doing great. I mean, he's starting to talk about the past and whatever it was that's been hurting him so much. Hey. Hey. Donna, what's wrong?

Donna: Nothing. Nothing. It's just me. I'm sorry. I, uh, I just want to concentrate on us... And that little surprise that I told you about.

Michael: Oh, the surprise you were gonna tell me about, but you got me dancing, and then you got me doing other things, and I forgot about it. So...

Donna: It's about having a baby.

Michael: Donna, are you pregnant?

Cass: John, no more thank yous, all right? Just if the Chu Lai boy's choir goes on tour and--

John: Yeah, I know, I know, I know, don't call us, we'll call you.

Cass: Thanks for coming, Jane. Nice to meet you.

Jane: Oh, thank you. I had a wonderful time.

Cass: Good. Good night, Clara.

Clara: Oh, it was a very special evening. Thank you, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: You must be very proud of your son.

Clara: I am.

Cass: Good night.

Clara: Good night.

Cass: Good work, John.

John: Thanks.

Felicia: Some night, huh?

Cass: Yeah. I am sorry about that break-in, though.

Felicia: So am I, but, you know, what can you do? Anything that was taken can be replaced... But good friends can't.

Cass: Good friend, would you do me the honor of dancing the last dance with me?

Felicia: Oh, yes, I would.

Cass: Do you remember...

Felicia: No! The last time--

[both laughing] get over here.

Cass: Do you?

Felicia: Yes, of course I do. Crazy.

[Cass laughs]

[Jamie sighs]

Vicky: Oh, Jamie!

Jamie: Vicky, you're still here.

Vicky: I couldn't leave. How are the twins?

[Baby crying]

Jamie: Well, see for yourself.

[Baby crying]

Vicky: Oh, look. Oh, my goodness.  [Sighs] oh, they're so teeny.

Jamie: [Chuckling] 2 girls.

[Baby crying]

Vicky: 2 girls. So unbelievable.  [Baby crying] I don't know how anyone could ever want to separate these.

Jamie: Thank you, nurse. Bye, little fella.

[Nurse cooing to babies]

Jamie: Hey, look what the stork flew in.

Lisa: Beautiful. Did you deliver them?

Jamie: Yes, my first twins.

Lisa: That deserves a reward.

[Jamie and Lisa kissing]

Amanda: Why did you lie to that girl?

Julie Ann: Because I want you to have the job.

Amanda: What if I don't want me to have the job?

Julie Ann: Then there's nothing I can do about it.

Amanda: That's right... Because at this point, you couldn't pay me to take this job. I'm leaving.

Julie Ann: Look, I understand. I'm just really sorry I made you wait.

Amanda: Well, it isn't your fault, it's his. I mean, how dare he make me wait 2 hours? Tell you what. Why don't you get your stuff together and go downstairs? I'll meet you there.

Julie Ann: You're not leaving?

Amanda: Not until I show this guy what I think of him.

Julie Ann: And how are you gonna do that?

Amanda: With a note. It won't be long. It's gonna be a very short note.

Julie Ann: I'll wait in my car.

Amanda: Thanks, Julie Ann.

Amanda: I wouldn't... Work for you... If my life depended on it.  [Continues writing] no, that's stupid. You are a rude... And inconsiderate jerk. No, that's too long. Heh.  [Writing] arrogant pig. Keep me waiting. Ohh!

Sam: You?

Amanda: You!

Donna: Well, I'm not pregnant yet...But who knows. After tonight, I just might be.

Michael: What are you talking about? Uhh...

Donna: This is the best time of the month for that to happen. You know, and I can't believe it, it's almost as if you knew.

Michael: Son of a gun. You know, I didn't know, but that's your surprise? Well, I got to tell you, I'm really glad you told me.

Donna: I thought you might be.

Michael: Because if it doesn't work, well, we can always... Try it again.

Donna: Hmm.

Michael: Why don't we try again now?

[Both laughing]

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