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Another World Transcript Monday 8/25/03
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Felicia: Hi, guys. Listen, you haven't seen Mitch, have you?
Chad: No. We just got here.
Felicia: Oh, boy.
Chad: A few minutes ago.
Felicia: What was I thinking of? Of course, today was your mother's funeral, wasn't it?
Felicia: I am sorry, really.
Chad: Oh, it's ok. Thank you.
Felicia: Uh, did everything go all right?
Dawn: It was private. I think my mom would've liked it that way. Don't you think, Chad?
Chad: Yeah, sure.
Felicia: Well, listen, for whatever it's worth, is there anything at all I can do for you?
Chad: Oh, as a matter of fact, there is. Dawn's gotta catch a flight to New York tonight, and I've gotta go pick up her ticket. Could I impose on you to keep her company?
Dawn: Chad, I'll be fine.
Felicia: Listen, are you taking the 7:30 flight out of here?
Dawn: Uh, yeah, I think so.
Felicia: Great. So am I!
Chad: You are?
Chad: Where are you going?
Felicia: Actually, I'm just changing planes there. I'm on my way to Europe.
Mitch: Did you say you were going to Europe?
Amanda: This is hostage situation. You leave me no choice. You are not seeing the real world again until you give me that job.
Sam: Heh! This is a joke, right?
Amanda: Do I look like I'm joking?
Sam: You know this is nuts.
Amanda: I don't want to have to get rough with you, Fowler.
Sam: Why do you want this job so badly?
Amanda: Why are you being so stubborn?
Sam: Because you're pushy, you gave me a phony resume, and you've got me trapped in my own office. Now, why should I give you the job?
Vicky: What's your favorite flower now, Donna?
John: Gardenias. Heh! Isn't that right, Donna?
Donna: No. It's roses. Yellow roses.
Vicky: Yeah, well, uncle John seems to think its gardenias. I wonder why.
John: Just a guess. She's got them planted all over the greenhouse.
Donna: Well, I do happen to like them. But it's always been roses, always.
Clara: Victoria, would you do me a big favor, dear, and help me up to my room?
John: What's the matter, mom? You been sick?
Donna: She had a dizzy spell.
Clara: I'm perfectly all right now. I just want to lie down. Vicky?
Vicky: Sure, Grandma. Sure.
John: Is she all right?
Donna: How dare you do that to me?
John: What's the big deal? Gardenias are your favorite flower, aren't they?
Donna: No, they are not.
John: Donna, I seem to remember--
Donna: That is not the point.
John: What is the point?
Donna: That you deliberately tried to embarrass me, and I won't have it.
John: I said one word.
Donna: Oh, yes, one word that made you sound very familiar with me.
John: Donna, I described your favorite flower, not your favorite nightgown.
Donna: Damn-- you don't know me anymore.
John: It's so reassuring to know that some things never change.
Donna: Well, I have, and I don't want you misleading people.
John: I know. You always wore gardenias in your hair. I can't breathe that scent any longer without thinking of you. But if you say it's roses... It's roses.
Vicky: Where are they?
Vicky: Uncle John and Donna.
Peter: Were they here?
Vicky: Uncle Peter, you're close to Donna, right?
Peter: I think so, yes.
Vicky: What's her favorite flower?
Peter: Her favorite flower? Gardenias. Why?
Vicky: Just curious. See you.
Peter: Yeah, dad, it's Peter. I thought I'd bring you up to date on our little enterprise.
Reginald: Has something happened?
Peter: Not really. As much as I hate to, we may have to give Vicky a little push.
Reginald: The pictures didn't do the trick?
Peter: Not so far.
Reginald: This is what you called me about? To tell me we failed?
Peter: No, dad, no. I have an idea.
Reginald: Well, let's hear it.
Peter: I'd like to have some flowers delivered here.
Reginald: That's your idea? Flowers?
Reginald: Donna's favorite?
Peter: Well, I know that, and you know that, but I just discovered John Hudson knows that.
Peter: Apparently, he just blurted it out in front of everyone, you see?
Reginald: Including Victoria?
Peter: Exactly. It really upset Donna. I overheard her tell John never to mention anything like that again.
Reginald: Then I think a follow-up gesture might be in order.
Peter: Donna's sure to think the flowers came from Michael, and I'll make sure Vicky sees them.
Reginald: I'll order the flowers from here.
Peter: Good, good. Now, make sure you put in a card, right? On it, say something like, uh, "it is gardenias," but no signature.
Reginald: Will Vicky know they're from John?
Peter: She will. Don't worry.
Reginald: This had better work.
Peter: Dad, trust me. She's on the edge.
Reginald: I want this over with, Peter.
Peter: It will be.
Reginald: All right, I'll order the flowers.
Reginald: Yes, this is Reginald Love. I'd like to place an order.
Felicia: I really am sorry I didn't tell you first. I just now found out about it, really.
Mitch: It's ok.
Felicia: Well, I'll miss you.
Mitch: So how long will you be gone?
Felicia: Well, you know. I guess a few days.
Mitch: Well, actually, maybe it's a good time.
Felicia: Is it?
Mitch: Yeah. As it turns out, I'm really busy now.
Mitch: So I've got a lot of work to catch up, which I will be doing, and, uh, I'll see you before you go.
Mary: Hi. Oh, I really didn't want to come back here.
Scott: He said it won't take long.
Mary: I don't see Zack.
Scott: He will be here, mom. He said it was important.
Mary: Well, what could be that important? Didn't he say anything?
Scott: Mom, he said just to meet him right here, ok? There's Dawn over there.
Mary: Oh, the girl you met on the plane?
Mary: Was her mother's funeral today?
Scott: Yeah. Come on. I'll introduce you. Hey, guys. Dawn, I'd like you to meet my mother, Mary McKinnon.
Dawn: Hello. It's so nice to meet you.
Chad: Hello, Mrs. McKinnon.
Mary: Hi. I'm sorry to hear about your mother.
Chad: Thank you.
Scott: So, how'd everything go today?
Dawn: Well, as funerals go, it was fine. Chad made sure it was nice.
Mary: Are you gonna be staying in Bay City long?
Dawn: No. I've got to get back to New York. I'm starting college.
Mary: Yes, Scott told me you were a music student.
Chad: Well, she won't be for much longer if I don't get that ticket.
Dawn: Yeah. I'd better pack.
Chad: It's the best thing, honey.
Dawn: I know.
Chad: Well, I better go get that ticket.
Mary: I'm gonna go wait for Zack. I'm very glad to have met you.
Dawn: Thank you.
Scott: Uh, so you fly out tonight, huh?
Dawn: I don't want to go.
Scott: I know how much you love flying.
Dawn: It's not that. It's Chad. He's just all I have left.
Scott: Hey, are you all right?
Dawn: Yes, I'll be fine.
Scott: I have an idea.
Scott: How about if I fly to New York with you?
Amanda: I'll tell you why you should give me that job.
Sam: Ok, I'm waiting.
Amanda: Because I'm good.
Sam: You already said that.
Amanda: Ok...Because I'll do anything. I'm talking menial here. I'll answer the phone. I'll sharpen your pencils.
Sam: Mandy, listen. Listen! I am not going to hire you because you make coffee or you sharpen pencils or you answer the phone on the first ring.
Amanda: I'm also bright and hard-working.
Sam: Why does this job mean so much to you?
Amanda: It'll give me an opportunity to learn what the Art department is about.
Amanda: I've heard a lot about your work. I'd like to observe.
Amanda: I care about publishing, Mr. Fowler, passionately. And what better way to learn it than to start here? I promise you I'll give it everything I've got. You won't believe how much energy I have. I can work around the clock, practically nonstop. In fact, did I tell you I only need 3 hours' sleep? I'm lucky that way.
[Knock on door] can you tell Kevin we don't want to be interrupted?
Mac: Sam, are you in there?
Sam: Yeah, I'm in here.
Amanda: We'll be out in a minute, ok? Just hang on. Will you give me the job, please?
[Knock knock] Mac: It's important, Sam!
Sam: I've never seen someone want a job as badly as you do.
Amanda: Didn't you hear me? I thought I told you to take a break.
Amanda: I don't believe this. You're Mr. Cory.
Mac: So I'm told.
Amanda: I've seen your picture. You know, you look much better in person, I swear. Gosh, this is great. I've wanted to meet the publisher for so long. I've heard so many wonderful things about you.
Mac: They're all true.
Amanda: Ha ha. And you've got a great sense of humor, too. Nobody mentioned that. I'm Mandy Ashton. I'm a floater.
Mac: Are you? Perhaps you could float out of here right now?
Amanda: I'd be happy to. Thank you for your time, Mr. Fowler.
Sam: That wasn't what it looked like.
Mac: I should hope not. This is for you.
Sam: Is there a problem, Mr. Cory?
Mac: Our biggest advertiser just had a violent disagreement with the Art department.
Mac: This morning.
Sam: What? The Anderson people?
Mac: I got caught in the middle of it.
Sam: Well, what's the problem?
Mac: They want to change the size of their ad.
Sam: But they can't do that.
Mac: They certainly can.
Sam: But, I mean, it's already past the deadline.
Mac: I don't care if it's already on the newsstand. They can change it whenever they want to.
Sam: I understand, sir.
Mac: So what do you say we try to accommodate them? It's all right there. Make it work.
Sam: Yes, sir.
Mac: By tomorrow morning.
Mac: Well, I thought you'd be floating by now.
Amanda: Well, I am. I just left something in the layout room.
Mac: Do not bother Mr. Fowler. He's got stuff on his mind. Keep up the good work, young lady.
Sam: That was my boss.
Sam: I like my job. I would like to keep my job. The chances of that are lessened when you come in here and you say stuff like, "hold it. We'll be right out." What do you think that sounded like?
Amanda: He probably just thought you were interviewing me.
Sam: He probably thought I was doing a lot more than that.
Sam: Did it ever occur to you that Mac Cory does not want me hitting on every great-looking woman who comes into my office? He's got very high standards for this company. He's not gonna put up with that kind of unprofessional behavior.
Amanda: What did you say?
Sam: I said, he's not gonna put up with that kind of unprofessional behavior.
Amanda: Before that.
Sam: I don't want Mac Cory to think I'm gonna hit on every woman that comes into my office.
Amanda: You said, "every great-looking woman."
Sam: Well, yeah. I did. So what?
Amanda: So...Did you mean it? You really think I'm great-looking?
Peter: Donna, are you all right?
Peter: No, you're not. No, you are not. You've been crying.
Donna: Oh, Peter.
Peter: What's the matter?
Donna: Oh. This has just been such an awful day. It just-I've just let it get to me, that's all.
Peter: No, no. Tell me about it.
Donna: Well, Clara had her dizzy spell, and Michael had to go away.
Peter: What else?
Donna: Nothing. Nothing else. I'm gonna be just fine. I'm just overreacting, that's all.
Peter: You know, Donna, there have been a lot of changes in this house since Michael returned.
Donna: I know.
Peter: Do you ever think about what it was like around here in the old days when it was just you and me and Marley and then later Victoria?
Donna: Oh, I miss Marley.
Peter: Mmm. When she was here, there was a lot of love in this house.
Donna: Was there?
Peter: I thought so. And laughter.
Donna: Now, wait a minute, Peter. I mean, I know that you and I were close, but, uh, we did fight a lot.
Peter: We did. We did, but at least we were communicating with each other. You know, I hardly speak to you now.
Donna: You know, I have to say that I do think your remembrances of the past are a lot different than mine. I was-I was so empty and so alone without Michael.
Peter: Mm-hmm, but look at you now.
Donna: That is just because I am having just one bad day.
Peter: Now, now, Donna, sweetie, you have Michael now. Are things really that much better for you?
Donna: They will be. And I am gonna see to that.
Peter: I wouldn't be too sure of that.
Dawn: No, it's not you. It's Chad.
Scott: What about him?
Dawn: He's all the family I have, and now I have to leave him.
Scott: Do you?
Dawn: That school's very important to him. I mean, he saved up for years--
Scott: Fine. How do you feel about it?
Dawn: I've got this--this talent for music. I-I'd be stupid not to--
Scott: Yeah, but if you miss your family, then maybe you'd be stupid--
Dawn: I didn't even know my mother. I mean, I just knew little bits and pieces. I didn't... Your mother seems so nice.
Scott: She's the best.
Dawn: Was she there for all the important things when you were growing up?
Dawn: Oh. My mother and I were strangers.
Scott: Look, I have a feeling that you're gonna remember a lot about your mother in the next few days.
Dawn: You really think so?
Scott: Yeah. And I think you're gonna find out that maybe you guys weren't strangers after all.
Felicia: Barbara Van Arkdale.
Mary: But she's an American designer.
Felicia: Yeah, but she has salons in Europe. She spent half the year there.
Mary: Oh, Paris. Sounds wonderful.
Mary: It's not wonderful?
Mary: Boy, for someone who's talking about going on a sensational trip, you certainly seem underwhelmed.
Felicia: I'm not whelmed at all.
Mary: Aw, what's the matter?
Felicia: It's Mitch.
Mary: What is?
Felicia: I mean, it's Mitch's fault. Well, I guess it's not really his fault. Yes, it is his fault. It's absolutely his fault.
Mary: What did he do?
Felicia: It's what he didn't do. I was all ready to ask him to go with me, and--
Mary: What a great idea!
Felicia: Isn't that a good idea? Well, he didn't even give me the chance. He just--he just sort of said, "have a nice trip," like I'm some kind of a pal or something.
Mary: So, actually, you never really asked him.
Felicia: No. I didn't ask him. Not really.
Mary: Well, then you have to go find him and ask him. You want something to happen, you've got to go make it happen. The worst thing in the world is to let important things go unsaid. Look who I'm saying that to.
Felicia: You know, speaking of that, I need to ask you, why did you run out of here earlier?
Mary: When you left the table, Reginald came over.
Felicia: Was it Reginald? Or was it that just Vince and Diane finally got to you?
Mary: I don't know. You know, if he's really talking about this divorce, why don't you follow your own advice?
Mary: He knows perfectly well how I feel about that.
Felicia: Does he?
Mary: I just can't control what he does with it.
Felicia: Yeah, men. Why don't they just do what we tell them to do?
Mary: Well, Mitch can't do what you want if he doesn't know what it is that you want.
Felicia: You're right.
Mary: If I'm so smart, how come I'm all alone?
Mary: Would you call him, please? Just one more time. Do it for me. Be a pal.
Scott: Listen, I meant what I said about flying with you to New York.
Dawn: It's ok.
Scott: If you don't want to go, talk to Chad and explain--
Dawn: I can't let him down, Scott. I've got to go to New York and study hard.
Scott: Yeah, but no matter how much you love the guy, you can't live your life for him, either.
Dawn: I know.
Scott: There's plenty of good music schools right here in Bay City. Think about it, ok?
Dawn: I will.
Zack: Um, excuse me. Hi, Scott. Where's your mom?
Scott: Uh, right over there.
Zack: Thanks. Zack: Hi, Mary.
Mary: Hi. Oh, you have your lawyer face on.
Zack: Well, this is kind of awkward for me.
Mary: What is?
Zack: Well, I have something for you to look at. Actually, I have to serve them to you.
Scott: What is it, mom?
Mary: Divorce papers. Vince is suing me for divorce.
Sam: Yeah, you're ok. Sure.
Amanda: Well, you said "great-looking." I was just wondering if that's what you meant.
Sam: Look, I really don't need this right now.
Amanda: I didn't mean to make you angry.
Amanda: So what do you think of Mr. Cory?
Sam: I think he's a little reactionary.
Sam: Look, if you're not out of my office in 5 seconds--
Amanda: Just go to work. I won't make a sound.
Sam: Do whatever you want to do. I don't care anymore.
Sam: Damn it! What are you doing?
Amanda: You were so upset, I knew you'd break the point.
Sam: I don't believe you.
Amanda: You gonna give me the job?
Felicia: Hello. I was just packing for my trip to Paris, and I realized I didn't know what the weather was like this time of year.
Mitch: Isn't it sort of like Ohio?
Felicia: Oh, fine. I'll just dress for Ohio.
Mitch: See? See how easy traveling can be?
Felicia: So have you ever been to Paris?
Mitch: Long ago.
Felicia: Well, then that explains why you couldn't possibly go again. I mean, same old Louvre, same old romantic sidewalk cafes.
Mitch: I told you. I have to work.
Felicia: I didn't say you had to go!
Mitch: Then what's the problem?
Felicia: You could at least act like you're sorry that you can't go.
Mitch: Did I say that I wasn't--
Felicia: You didn't say anything. All you said was that you had to stay here and crop.
Mitch: Look, I know that I'm not real good at expressing how I feel.
Felicia: I know that. Boy, do I know that.
Mitch: Then you know how much you're gonna miss me.
Felicia: If I do, I'll just find myself a statue and stand by it.
Mitch: Look, since I'm not good at expressing how I feel... Then I guess I'm gonna have to show you.
Peter: There you are. Hold on just a second. That'll be for you.
Boy: Hey, thanks.
Peter: You're welcome. You've been very helpful. Bridget! Bridget! Bridget: Yes? Yes? Yes, Mr. Peter? Yes?
Peter: Hello. Uh, I believe Victoria's in her room. Would you ask her to come downstairs, please?
Bridget: Oh, yes, I think she is. Right away.
Peter: Thank you. "It is gardenias." No. No!
Vicky: What are you doing?
Vicky: Why did you throw these gorgeous flowers away?
Donna: Victoria, I--
Donna: I don't even know who sent them. I-I don't know where they came from.
Vicky: I don't know why I ever came back here.
Donna: What are you talking about?
Vicky: The lying, Donna. I am sick of all the lying.
Donna: What lying? Victoria, you don't--you don't know what you're talking about.
Vicky: Those flowers are for you, aren't they? And they're not from Michael, are they?
Donna: You know, you seem to know a lot about those flowers.
Vicky: Oh, don't try to change the subject.
Donna: What is this, some kind of test?
Vicky: Why do you always answer a question with another question?
Donna: Because I don't know what you want.
Vicky: The truth!
Donna: What truth?!
Vicky: I don't know why I bother with you! I can see it in your face. You are guilty as hell.
Vicky: Go ahead, Donna. Hit me. Because it's not gonna change a thing. Not one thing.
Amanda: Mind if I ask what you're doing?
Sam: Yeah, I'm making a list of the supplies I need.
Amanda: Oh, I'll get 'em.
Sam: No, that's ok. I just gotta go down to the supply room.
Amanda: Well, why should you? Here. Give me the list.
Sam: Because you probably wouldn't know where the stuff is.
Amanda: Are you kidding? I know the supply--the supply closet like the back of my hand, inside and out.
Sam: Ok. Here.
Amanda: Is this everything?
Sam: Are you sure you're gonna know where this stuff is?
Amanda: Of course. I did a lot of research for this job.
Sam: Yeah, we'll see.
Amanda: Hey, no problem.
Amanda: Kevin. Kevin, where are you?
Kevin: Can I come back now?
Amanda: Yes. No. Look, I just need your help, ok? Look at this list. I have to get all this stuff for Sam. I don't even know what half of this is. I mean, a ream of this. A ream of that. What's a nib? What kind of ink is this? Look, Kevin, my job is on the line here, ok? Can you just help me out? Show me where this stuff is, ok? Please? I'll be your friend forever. I promise.
Kevin: Well, in that case.
Amanda: Great. You're the nicest guy in the whole world.
Scott: I'm sorry, mom.
Mary: When he makes up his mind, boy, he doesn't fool around, does he?
Scott: Maybe it's for the best right now.
Scott: Wish there was something I could do for you.
Mary: Oh, I know. I love you, sweetie.
Scott: I love you, too.
Mary: I think I need to be alone for a couple minutes.
Scott: Ok. I'm going to go check on Dawn and see how she's doing, all right?
Mary: Thank you.
Boy: Excuse me. Mary McKinnon?
Mary: Yes. Yes, I am.
Boy: Sign here, please.
Mary: Oh, ok. Wait a sec.
Boy: No, that's ok. It's been taken care of. Thanks.
Mary: Oh. Ok.
Reginald: Hello, Mary. I'm glad you came back.
Mary: These are from you?
Reginald: Your favorites, if I remember correctly.
Mary: Mmm--you always did have impeccable timing.
Reginald: I'm afraid I don't understand.
Mary: I get served with divorce papers, and 2 minutes later, there are white roses from you.
Reginald: I didn't know about the divorce.
Mary: You didn't?
Reginald: No. These flowers were simply to say, "I love you."
Mary: Sorry. I can't accept them.
Chad: Keep playing. It sounds beautiful.
Dawn: I've always wanted to play for mom. Maybe she can hear me now.
Chad: Here. I found this in her things.
Dawn: Are you sure?
Dawn: You don't have to pretend anymore.
Chad: Dawn... What are you talking about?
Dawn: I've known all along that it was you that bought the presents and sent the letters.
Chad: You did?
Dawn: I didn't leave home till I was 12. I knew what mom was like.
Chad: I just wanted things to be better for you.
Dawn: I know. That's why I love you... But we don't have to pretend anymore.
Chad: No, I guess not.
Dawn: Do you think mom cared about me at all?
Chad: I know she loved you in her own way. Don't you ever think for one minute that she didn't.
Dawn: But I hardly ever saw her, Chad.
Chad: She had a lot of problems.
Dawn: What kind of problems?
Chad: Look, honey, it's complicated--
Dawn: I'm not 10 anymore, Chad.
Chad: She drank. Mom drank.
Dawn: I know that. What else?
Chad: Well, there were reasons for it. There were good reasons. I mean... Men--she always had a problem with men. She just couldn't get her life together... But she loved me, and she loved you, and that is the truth.
Dawn: Well, I'm glad I know.
Chad: I'm glad you know, too.
Dawn: Thanks for all the years. Thanks for all the love. Thanks for everything.
Chad: Well... It's time to go.
Dawn: I know.
Chad: Um, maybe we-- maybe we could, uh...
Mitch: I'm going to miss you.
Felicia: Boy, I love to hear that. I like it better when you show me. You know what? I didn't finish packing yet.
Mitch: Don't worry about that. Just--just buy what you need when you get there.
Felicia: You know, it would be so wonderful if you would just go with me.
Mitch: I told you... If I could be there, I would be there in a minute.
Felicia: There's no shot at all? Come on. Please?
Mitch: Got to work. Not only that, I've got to reprint the photographs that were stolen.
Felicia: You know, I don't understand that at all. I understand about the bracelet, but why would somebody steal photographs?
Mitch: I don't know why, either.
Felicia: Especially when they only mean something to you, not to anybody else.
Clara: Donna... I heard you and Victoria before...arguing. It was about John, wasn't it? Oh, Donna... I love you, dear, and I love my sons... and Victoria. I can't sit by and see my family torn apart like this. Now, you can stop this. You must. Think about what you're doing.
Donna: Why won't anybody believe me? I am not doing anything!
Clara: All right, dear.
Donna: I'm sorry, Clara. Um... How are you feeling? Have you gotten any rest?
Clara: I'll be fine.
Donna: This is getting to you, too, isn't it?
Clara: Mm...Maybe a little.
Donna: Well, you're right. It is going to stop... And I'm going to see to that... Tonight.
Amanda: Kevin, you're wonderful. You're a genius. Thank you for helping me get this stuff. Thanks. Ok, look, we'll talk later, ok? 'Cause I know he's going to be coming back soon, so you better just get out of here now, ok? Thanks. Bye.
Sam: Hey, Kevin-- so what's all this?
Amanda: The supplies you wanted.
Sam: That was quick. Kevin helped you, didn't he?
Amanda: Well, he showed me where a few things were so I could go back and get them myself. Everything's here, right?
Sam: I guess so. Uh-oh.
Sam: Wrong kind of India ink.
Amanda: I brought all this stuff, and you're quibbling about some kind of ink?
Sam: Well, if you're going to work in this office, you're going to have to be precise.
Amanda: I got the job?
Sam: What choice do I have?
Amanda: None. That is, uh... You won't regret this. Can I start tomorrow morning?
Sam: We start tonight. Now. Get to work.
Felicia: Now--now look, um, all the information on private parties is in a separate book-- you speak to Wally. He knows everything.
Felicia: Yes? What? What?
Chad: We can handle it.
Felicia: Oh, honey, I know. I know you can. I know you can. But now, look, Wally doesn't have all the information on--
Felicia: Oh, yes?
Mitch: I think it's time to go.
Felicia: Oh, right. Now listen. I want you to have a perfectly awful time. Do you promise me?
Mitch: Scout's honor.
Scott: Don't mind me, I'm just kind of passing through, you know?
Felicia: Oh, hi, Scott. Um, uh, listen, you know, about the book--don't forget. Dawn, am I going to see you at the airport?
Dawn: Yeah, yeah, I think so.
Felicia: I'll see you there later. All right--now don't forget. Call Wally if there's anything. All right? Bye!
Chad: Don't worry.
Scott: Bye-bye. Would you like me to take Dawn to the airport?
Dawn: Yes, yes. I can't say good-bye to you in an airport.
Chad: Well, whatever you want, honey.
Dawn: I got to get back. School.
Dawn: I'll study hard, Chad. I mean, you're not going to be disappointed--
Chad: Hey... There's no way you could ever disappoint me.
Dawn: I love you.
Chad: I love you, too.
Peter: Well, what happened here?
Clara: Victoria... You must make a special effort to get along with your mother.
Victoria: That's easy to say, Grandma.
Clara: Try. Please, try... For me.
Victoria: Where is Donna? She's with him, isn't she?
[I Keep Forgetting (every time you're near) playing]
I keep forgetting we're not in love anymore, I keep forgetting things will never be the same again, I keep forgetting how you made that so clear, I keep forgetting, every time you're near, every time I see your smile, hear your hello, saying you can only stay a while, heaven knows that it's time for you to say the things we both know are true...
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