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Another World Transcript Tuesday 8/26/03
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Dawn: I can't.
Chad: It's ok. It's ok.
Scott: Felicia, hi, it's Scott. Listen, I think you should go to the airport by yourself, because Dawn's gonna stay here for a while. Yeah, I-I kind of think it's great, too. Ok, bye bye.
Cass: Really, Marty, I would love to stay and talk, but there's this something that I've just gotta do.
Marty: I really want you to meet my sister. She's supposed to meet me here.
Cass: Your sister? Tell me something. Is she as pretty as you are?
Marty: Oh, she's prettier.
Marty: You know, Gert's usually finished with her Macramé class by now.
Cass: Gert... Macramé...
Marty: She was always so good at tying knots in girl scouts.
Cass: You know, Marty, I just hate that I have this thing that I've got to do, but it is urgent, so why don't you just tell Gert some other--
Gert: I am so sorry I'm late.
Cass: Let me guess. You were all tied up.
Gert: What? Oh, he is so-- you are so funny.
Cass: Oh, really?
[Whispers] thank you. You know, there is only one problem as I see things.
Cass: We have to decide what to do tonight.
Wally: Cass, uh, sorry to interrupt. This just came for you. It looks like an invitation.
Cass: Thanks. You don't do things halfway up there, do you?
Wally: So what is it?
Cass: Like you said, Wally, it's an invitation. And you know, Wally, this is the first time I've ever seen the word "craps" printed in embossed letters.
Gert: It's like dice and gambling and everything?
Cass: What, you don't approve?
Gert: Don't approve? Oh. I think...Gambling men are just so sexy.
Cass: Ha ha ha. Really?
Wally: You know, sometimes it isn't easy being your friend, Cass.
Amanda: You won't regret this. Can I start in the morning?
Sam: You start tonight. Now. Now, get to work, ok?
Amanda: You mean now as in right now?
Sam: Look, I told you about the hours.
Amanda: Yeah, you did. Ok. So let's work.
Sam: You don't sound too happy about it.
Amanda: Well, it's just, you know, you have to admit, even the army will give you 2 weeks to get your affairs in order. Should I not make jokes? Ok, wait! Let me write that down. Do not make jokes.
Sam: Look, we've got a lot of work tonight. I'd like to get something done, ok?
Amanda: I'll be serious. Ok, so where do we start?
Sam: Do I have to tell you everything?
Amanda: I just started the job 15 seconds ago. Could you give me a hint?
Sam: Ok, start over there.
Amanda: All right, fine. Consider it done.
Amanda: I never had filing that smelled before. Sorry. Forgot the first rule. No jokes. No jokes. No jokes.
Peter: Well, what happened here?
Clara: Victoria, you must make a special effort to get along with your mother.
Vicky: That's easy to say, Grandma.
Clara: Try. Please, try... For me.
Vicky: Where is Donna? She's with him, isn't she? Tell me.
Peter: Now, Vicky...
Vicky: I saw her get the flowers. She's with him, isn't she?
Vicky: I know what's going on.
Peter: Don't jump to conclusions here.
Vicky: Jump to conclusions?! She gets the flowers. She falls apart, and tears out the door. I am not jumping to conclusions. I know exactly where she's going.
John: Hey, you want a drink?
Donna: Do you want to know what just happened?
John: Well, you just walked into my living room, that's--
Donna: I was sent gardenias.
John: How nice.
Donna: No! No, John, it's not nice. You know, you humiliate me in front of Victoria and Clara by announcing that they're my favorite flower--
John: They were once.
Donna: And then lo and behold, an hour later I receive an arrangement, and they're sitting there waiting for me in the foyer.
John: Well, obviously, they don't care about--
Donna: Will you just stop it! Don't you see what's happening here?
John: Honestly, Donna, I don't.
Donna: You know, at first-- at first I thought you sent them to me. But then I thought, no, maybe-- maybe she's testing me.
John: Who? Vicky?
Donna: Yes! Victoria. She is always watching me. She's watching us. I threw these things in the trash, and she was standing there, and you should have seen the way she looked at me. I mean, she's probably-- I don't even know what she's thinking anymore. All I know is this has to stop. This can't go on.
John: Come on. What's bothering you?
Donna: Well, isn't it obvious?!
John: No, not really. I don't know whether it's that Vicky is watching us... Or that there's something for her to see.
Sam: You know what the problem is?
Amanda: I'm beginning to get an idea.
Sam: No one can work in a place like this. What is taking you so long? I guess it's true. If you want something done, you've got to do it yourself.
Wally: And--and--and you just met her tonight?
Cass: That's right.
Wally: And you just happened to strike up this conversation?
Cass: Well, actually, she asked me to explain one of the jokes on her cocktail napkin.
Wally: And she happens to have this sister.
Cass: Yes, she does. But you know something, Wally? There is something about this that sounds an alarm.
Wally: Well, Cass, you've got to admit, it's a pretty upscale invitation to a craps game.
Cass: That's it.
Wally: What's it?
Cass: Who wants to shoot a game of craps in an elegant hotel suite with hot and cold running room service?
Wally: Anybody in his right mind.
Cass: Any sucker. Respond, Wally. We accept, only specify that we have to choose the location.
Wally: Oh, your own elegant hotel suite, huh?
Cass: Well, not exactly. There's this drafty old warehouse on the east side.
Wally: Well, that's just grand.
Cass: Hey, don't worry. The rodent problem is all taken care of.
Wally: Cass, who wants to shoot craps in a warehouse, when you can do it in the penthouse suite of the finest hotel.
Cass: R.S.V.P. We don't want to miss the game, right? Here. Here's the address.
Wally: Call me shallow. I happen to like hotel suites.
Cass: How shallow.
[Sighs] isn't everything going along just splendidly?
Cass: Oh! All powdered down, my lovelies? Listen, why don't you meet me over at the elevator bank, ok? We have our carriage awaiting us below.
Cass: Hurry up, Wallingford. I have a feeling this is gonna be a very lucky night. Sisters. Shall we? Wally! Who wants to carry this?
Dawn: I feel so stupid.
Dawn: I was gonna leave, honest. I just--I couldn't get on the elevator.
Chad: Well, maybe it's time that we stopped doing all the right things.
Dawn: I was thinking that maybe we should stick together for a while, you know?
Dawn: No, I-I'm not gonna get in your way or anything.
Chad: It's not that you're gonna get in my way. It's not that at all.
Dawn: We can get a place. I mean, maybe even a little house or something.
Chad: I would love that, but it would be a heck of a long commute between here and Juilliard.
Dawn: It's not that important.
Chad: It is important. When someone's got talent like you've got, it's really important. I want you in the best schools with the best teachers.
Dawn: You know, Chad, there's some pretty good schools in Chicago.
Chad: Dawn, I have a feeling this is not a good night to make big decisions.
Dawn: All right.
Chad: But I want you to know something, young lady. We are gonna be together no matter where you are.
Dawn: Now, I know how hard you've worked to send me through school. I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything.
Chad: It's ok. Really. I don't know how to say this, but I really don't think this is the place I want to be tonight.
Chad: You hungry?
Dawn: Yeah, I guess so. A little.
Chad: Well, Scott's been waiting patiently over there. Why don't you go over and ask him if he wants to join us for a bite to eat, and we'll get out of here?
Dawn: Ok. Don't worry. I am not gonna give up music.
Dawn: You're gonna see. I'm gonna make you so proud of me.
Chad: I already am, kid. I already am.
Donna: Why are you doing this?
John: Doing what?
Donna: You refuse to understand!
John: I could say the same about you.
Donna: You know, this has got to stop.
John: Stop what? What am I doing?
Donna: You know what I am talking about. She keeps watching us!
John: Look, why don't you just say it. You and I have--
John: No-Donna, look, if you can't even get a bunch of flowers anymore without falling apart! You know what there is between us.
John: Neither one of us believes that.
Donna: Well, we have to.
John: There you go again. We have to do this.
Donna: No, if you cared about me--
John: Cared about you?!
Donna: Yes! Yes, you wouldn't be doing this to me!
John: What I feel for you goes a hell of a lot deeper than just caring about you.
Donna: I have to go. I mean, you won't even talk to me.
John: Because I won't say what you want me to?! I want to talk truth. That scares you to death, doesn't it?
Donna: You scare me.
John: Because I love you?
John: I loved you back then. Through 20 years of hell, and I still love you.
Donna: John, no.
John: That scares you to death, doesn't it? Because you're afraid you might feel the same way.
Donna: I don't love you! I don't!
John: You think if you say it loud enough it'll come true?
John: I know. I know. Every night when I try to sleep, I see his face, I hear his voice.
Donna: It would kill him.
John: I'm not saying it wouldn't... But guilt isn't gonna change anything, because what we have is as real as the air we breathe. We can't change our feelings just because we think it might turn out better some other way.
Donna: John, we have to.
John: You try so hard to turn yourself into something that you think you should be. Well, I'm here to tell you... That the earth will not stop turning if you just allow yourself to be who you really are.
Donna: You don't even know.
John: You think I want to hurt Michael?
Donna: What if this isn't about Michael? What if this is about me?
Donna: You didn't know the real me before Michael came back. You didn't see how wonderful everything was before he came and put me back together again.
John: I don't understand.
Donna: You're damn right, you don't understand. You want to see the real Donna come out? Well, let me tell you, she was out then, and she was in pain. In fact, the day-to-day pain was so intense I didn't know if I was gonna make it, so I turned to men. I just used man after man to help me get rid of that pain, so don't you come here and tell me you want to see the real Donna, and that some kind of grand passion that we have can overcome it all, because maybe, just maybe, what we have isn't passion. Maybe we've just got the hots for each other here. And if that's true, then it would kill every person that I love in this world.
John: Instead of just me.
Donna: No! Don't!
John: Donna! Donna!
Vicky: I'm going over there.
Peter: Vicky, no.
Vicky: Don't you understand? She could be at the beach house right now.
Peter: So what if she is? What can you possibly do about that?
Vicky: Well, I'm not gonna let her get away with it.
Peter: Vicky, would you-- would you listen to me, please? This is no concern of yours.
Vicky: How can you say that?
Peter: Look, the only person who can possibly do anything in this situation is--
Vicky: Is who? Who?!
Peter: No. No, better you should just forget about the whole thing, all right?
Vicky: You were gonna say Michael, weren't you?
Peter: Well, Vicky, if he-- no, no, no, no. Just--I was right the first time. Just drop it. Forget about it, all right?
Vicky: I can't. I'm going over there.
Peter: Vicky! Look, I think if you should do anything here in this situation, you should call Michael.
Vicky: No. I'm going over there, uncle Peter.
Peter: All right. I think you're making a big mistake.
Vicky: Well, I don't have much choice, do I?
Clara: Vicky! Oh!
Clara: I'm just a little dizzy there. Help. Yes, thanks.
[Clara groaning] thank you, dear.
Amanda: Sorry. It's just--that was so good.
Sam: Hardly. It was stiff, obvious, and generally a cliché .
Amanda: How can you be so hard on yourself?
Sam: 'Cause I just got a better idea. 30 seconds ago, that was a brilliant idea.
Amanda: Oh. Sorry I bothered you.
Sam: Don't you think I'm the one who should be saying I'm sorry?
Amanda: For what?
Sam: Oh, I don't know. Jumping all over you, acting like a jerk, demanding this office be cleaner than an operating room.
Amanda: Well, that's just the way you work.
Amanda: Well, you had to do all that stuff to get ready to work, to get ready to sketch, right?
Sam: How'd you know that?
Amanda: My mother does the same thing when she's ready to...
Sam: To do what?
Amanda: Do what she does.
Sam: Which is?
Amanda: Cakes. Before she decorates a cake, she gets cranky and cleans the kitchen.
Sam: All that to decorate a cake?
Amanda: Cakes are very important to her.
Sam: Apparently. You know, I try to tell myself that all that temperament stuff is pretty bogus. But regardless, I always end up yelling and cleaning things up, and then I finally pick up the pencil.
Amanda: Well, that yelling and cleaning up is just part of the way you work. Did you ever read Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance?
Sam: No, what's it say?
Amanda: That you're probably a pretty good artist.
Sam: Sounds like a good book. So what do you think?
Amanda: All right. It's better than the last one.
Sam: So you do have a way with words. Oh, look at the time.
Amanda: Oh, is it late?
Sam: Late? You must be starving. What kind of clown do you work for that doesn't even let you have a dinner break?
Amanda: Oh, you know. Those artistic types--they never feel hunger.
Sam: I wouldn't count on that. I'm starving. Do you know any decent Mexican restaurants around here?
Amanda: I'll find one. Trust me.
Cass: A Macramé tie? No, really. I'd love one.
Wally: This place is so dreary, even for a warehouse.
Cass: Well, this way, we can be sure that Bay City's finest won't drop in unannounced. Got it.
Wally: Not if they're in their right minds.
Cass: Come, my lovelies. Let me show you my little corner of the world. This way.
[Pounding on door]
Cass: Wally, do you hear someone knocking?
Wally: I not only hear knocking, the whole building's shaking.
Cass: Why do I have this feeling of d j vu? You know, the sense that this has happened before?
Wally: Aah! It's alive! It's Rocco!
Cass: Not only d j vu, rotten d j vu.
Wally: Wherever Rocco is, can Tony the tuna be far behind?
Tony: Good evening, gentlemen. How good to see you both again.
Cass: Hi, Tony. Rocco. Oh, how I wish I were anywhere else in the world.
Tony: Oh, now, Cass, you know you have nothing to fear from me.
Cass: Except cracked ribs, chipped teeth, broken kneecaps.
Tony: You know, I've always been afraid that you've romanticized my line of business. I have never broken a kneecap in my life.
Rocco: Remember that time I sprained my hand bowling, and you--
Tony: Down, Rocco. Down. Well, well. It's certainly been a long while.
Cass: Yes. It certainly has. I loved the Christmas letter, Tony.
Tony: Oh, you're welcome. Well, time does march on. You know, it's hard to believe, but Rocco here is almost eligible for retirement.
Cass: No. Really?
Rocco: Yeah, my pension's been fully vested now.
Cass: Oh, good news, Rocco.
Tony: But you know? I don't know what I'm going to do. No one's going into the business anymore, and Rocco--he is my good right arm.
Cass: Yeah, with a good right cross, as I recall.
Rocco: He ain't wearing that dress no more.
Tony: Well, that's right, Rocco, but remember now, that was a disguise, not an avocation.
Cass: They're talking about this very, very humorous episode in my life. It's actually very hard to explain.
Wally: Well, one picture is worth a thousand words.
Cass: I told you to get rid of it. Will you--
Tony: Gentlemen, I really am enjoying this trip down memory lane, but I do think it's time we got down to the business at hand.
Cass: Yeah, which is?
Tony: I thought it was all quite clear on the invitation? A friendly game of craps.
Cass: And that's it?
Tony: Well, what else did you think it was?
Cass: I got the feeling this is an elaborate ruse to get me in your clutches again, tony.
Tony: Cass, don't be absurd. Things are just what they seem to be. That was a friendly invitation.
Cass: Tony, if things are exactly as they seem to be, what's with the Bobbsey twins?
Tony: Well, when I sent you the invitation, I just had to make sure that you'd accept, hmm? Now, shall we begin?
Cass: Do I have any choice?
Tony: Well, you always have options.
Cass: Yeah, either I do exactly as you say, or I limp for the rest of my life.
Tony: Oh, Cass, Cass. Oh, I have missed you. You are my favorite victim. Ok, uh, Rocco, I'm a little uneasy about this place. That door didn't seem very secure to me.
Cass: Wallingford, what are you still doing with that photograph?
Tony: Would you do me a favor and put that in front of the door?
Rocco: Sure, boss. Piece of cake. Excuse me, ladies.
Cass: Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
Sam: You know, it's not that big of a deal.
Amanda: You want Mexican, I'll find Mexican. Look, here's a place. It's called Casa de Slo on Meridian.
Sam: It's Casa del Sol, and Meridian's all the way across town.
Amanda: Oh, yeah.
Sam: I thought you lived in Bay City. Although from that resume, I shouldn't believe anything on it.
Amanda: I do.
Sam: So how come you don't know the town any better than that?
Amanda: Well, I didn't know it was a pop quiz. But if you must know, I went to school somewhere else. I haven't been here for a while.
Sam: So where do you live now?
Sam: Where do you live now?
Amanda: Bay City.
Sam: And your mom decorates cakes. Boy, your life is an open book.
Amanda: I'm not sure I know what you mean.
Sam: It just seems a little strange. I mean, you talk all the time, but you never say anything about yourself.
Amanda: I can't really seem to find any Mexican restaurants. How about Chinese? I love Chinese, don't you?
Sam: Changing the subject again.
Amanda: I just told you I liked Chinese food. That's something about myself.
Sam: Yeah, you really opened up that time. Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for pizza again.
Sam: That place Gino's wasn't that bad.
Amanda: Oh, I guess not. Just let me get my umbrella.
Sam: Make sure you put the supplies away. Somebody's been stealing my number 3S.
Sam: Look, I'll, uh, see you tomorrow morning. About 7:00, ok? Good night.
Amanda: But, um-- ok. Maybe. Maybe I'll see you before that.
Donna: No! No! Just leave me alone! No! - If you want a fresher
house raise your paw - ( meows )
Donna: You've gotta go, please!
John: It wouldn't make any difference. Don't you understand that? Look, what has happened to us didn't happen because we bumped into each other on the beach. If I was 5,000 miles away, Donna, I would still be between you and Michael.
Donna: No. No, you can't stay.
John: You listen to me. I will do whatever it is you want me to do, but at least be honest with me, even if you can't be with me.
John: Because tonight or 10 years from now, whether I'm here or I'm gone forever, we'll never be able to tell him the truth. But here, tonight, on this beach with me, for one second let's admit it to each other. Donna, this, what we have, is true. Even if we don't want to admit it, it's the truth.
Donna: No! No! No!
Amanda: You? What are you doing here?
Jamie: Huh, well, a pleasant evening to you, too.
Amanda: Sorry. Look, can you sit over here?
Jamie: Well, yeah, sure. As a matter of fact, I was just thinking about sitting over here.
Amanda: Good. I just don't want it to look like I'm watching the door.
Jamie: Shrewd move, yeah.
Amanda: Now, look, there's this guy who's gonna be coming in here. If he walks up to us, do not let him know you're my brother, ok?
Jamie: Ah, all right. What's my cover?
Amanda: I know this sounds stupid.
Jamie: No, not at all. I know plenty of guys that dump girls the minute they find out they've got brothers.
Amanda: That's not it. Look, if he realizes that I'm your sister, then he'll figure out that mom and dad are my parents and that I'm their daughter.
Jamie: Amanda, are you hallucinating?
Amanda: That's him. That's him.
Jamie: I'd watch out if I were you. He might have a sister.
Amanda: Don't make fun of me. I know how ridiculous this all sounds.
Jamie: Do you like the guy? Is he a nice guy? Then ask him out. I mean, this is the age of liberation.
Amanda: Well, I would, but there's just one small problem.
Amanda: It would be unprofessional.
Amanda: He's my boss.
Jamie: Oh. Amanda, do you have a job or does he just order you around a lot?
Amanda: You know, you're right. This is stupid. I should just walk right up to him and say, "hi, Sam, how about dinner?"
Jamie: What's the matter? Cold feet?
Amanda: Not exactly. Look over there.
Wally: Not a dime.
Cass: Wally, just until we get back to tops.
Tony: Now, now. You know there's no need for that. Your credit is good with me.
Wally: Cass, the last time he extended you credit, you ended up first in a dress, and then in a body cast.
Tony: Wallingford, that is a major exaggeration. A few minor abrasions.
Wally: Oh-ho-ho! Ok. Cass, the only reason I'm giving this to you--
Cass: Is because you know I'm gonna make my point.
Wally: No, it's because I haven't seen these folks in 2 years, and I wanna keep it that way.
Cass: I love your positive energy, Wally. I love your positive energy. Come on. Tony, old tuna, old boy, I can't wait. It's gonna give me great pleasure to take all of this from you. Great pleasure. Come to me, my 9s!
Cass: I want those dice checked.
Tony: Cass, they were your dice.
Cass: Oh. Well, I want them checked anyway. Wally, check those. How could this have happened? How could this have happened?!
Wally: Well, first of all, you're gambling with a professional gangster. And second of all, you've lost all the talent you ever had in shooting craps. I guess it was just one of those things.
Rocco: The tuna don't like the word "gangster."
Tony: Yeah. It always makes me think of Jimmy Cagney smashing that grapefruit in Mae Clark's face. So...Messy.
Cass: Yeah. Well, um, this sure has been swell, ladies and gentlemen. I'd love to take you all out to supper, but I'm sure you have to inventory your arsenal or something.
Tony: Uh, just a moment, Cass, if you please.
Cass: What are you doing?
Tony: What am I doing? I'm, uh, going to write a check.
Cass: A check? A che-- this was a joke? This was just fun and games? Tony, I love your sense of humor. Bless you.
Tony: No, no, no. This check isn't for you. It's for the Kathleen McKinnon Foundation.
Tony: Look. I read about it and, of course, I wanted to make a contribution. Kathleen was...Well, we all know what she was.
Cass: Now wait a minute. You want to make a contribution to the Kathleen McKinnon Foundation, so first of all you clean me out so it doesn't even put a dent in your fat checking account? Is that it? Oh, this is terrible, Tony. This is very low, Tony.
Tony: Think of it as a matching grant. You see, I decided to double whatever I won from you this evening.
Cass: A matching grant?
Tony: Look, I didn't want to just give money. I wanted to do something personal for Kathleen. So I thought about you, how much she loved you. Always surprised me. She always saw right through you. So I thought it would be my job to make sure that you made a contribution to the fund yourself. You know, just in case it slipped your mind.
Cass: Well, it didn't. Not at all. I manage the foundation. I contribute my time, see? My expertise.
Tony: I thought so. Well, Gert, Marty, we best be going. I miss her very much, Cass. And I can't imagine what you're going through. Well, Rocco, would you?
Rocco: Sure, boss. Excuse me, ladies.
Rocco: Keep in touch, ladies. Yes.
Wally: Kathleen had a strange effect on people. She even got the best out of the tuna.
Cass: Wallingford, that wasn't the best. That was cheap and conniving and manipulative.
Wally: And right on target.
Cass: I fail to see the humor in that. It was not a joke.
Wally: Well, I'm just gonna leave you here by yourself for a while. You think it over and you'll see that this was a terrific night.
Cass: A terrific night? How could it be? I lost all that money. Wallingford.
Cass: Bless you.
Amanda: Ok, so he has a date. No big deal. It's not the end of the world.
Jamie: Amanda, now that he's gone, could you possibly make some sense? I mean, just for a minute or 2.
Jamie: Well, see, so far we've established that-- that one, he's your boss and that you don't want him to know that you have brothers, parents, or who you are. Now what's going on?
Amanda: I'm working at Brava.
Jamie: Yeah, part time.
Amanda: Full time.
Jamie: Isn't that rather hard to do with going to school and everything?
Amanda: I'm not going to school.
Jamie: And you're working at the plant. Does this mean that Mac knows about it?
Amanda: Of course. But I don't wanna have it any different than anyone else, so no one there knows that my last name is Cory.
Jamie: Oh, so you're not going to school so you can take on a job as a...as an editor... Or a feature story writer. I mean, what fabulous job do you have that's better than going to college?
Amanda: Kind of a girl Friday. But I'm learning a lot.
Jamie: Like how to tell your boss that you're no one, right?
Amanda: Now you're starting to sound like mom.
Jamie: You mean I'm right.
Amanda: I thought you would understand.
Jamie: Oh, believe me, I do. More than you know. Hold on a second, I'm beeping.
Scott: Well, I'm glad you decided to stay.
Dawn: I'm not really sure I am staying.
Scott: I meant tonight. I didn't really think it's a good time for you to be alone.
Chad: What do you mean by you're not sure if you're staying? I thought you were talking about houses and music school in Chicago.
Dawn: I know that you want me to stay in New York.
Chad: What I want you to do is stay with your music. And if you can find a good school here, Dawn--
Dawn: You really mean it?
Chad: Yeah, I really mean it.
Dawn: Oh, Chad, thank you.
Jamie: I have to go.
Amanda: Oh, shoot. I was just getting used to having you yell at me.
Jamie: I wasn't yelling.
Amanda: You treated me like a dumb kid.
Jamie: Yeah, well, that's true, but I wasn't yelling.
Amanda: You going back to the hospital?
Jamie: No, the Love Estate to check on Mrs. Hudson.
Amanda: Well, I hope she's all right.
Jamie: Yeah, well, we'll see. It's bothering me, though, 'cause I checked on her this afternoon and she was fine. I wonder what's going on?
Vicky: Bridget called Jamie a half an hour ago. Where is he?
Peter: Don't worry, she'll be fine.
Vicky: I just wish I could go--
Peter: Vicky, please. All right, look. I will stay here until Jamie comes, all right?
Vicky: Oh, you will?
Peter: Yes. You're obviously very concerned, and Clara isn't going to get any rest with you here. She's still worried about you.
Vicky: You really think so?
Clara: Vicky, what's wrong?
Peter: Mrs. Hudson, Vicky went out for a walk. Is there anything I can get you?
Clara: She--she went out?
Peter: Well, apparently, she likes to walk in the rain. Now, what can I do for you? How about a nice cup of tea?
Peter: Oh, come on, now. It's really no bother.
Donna: I shouldn't even be here. No, I have to go.
Donna: John, one of us has to be strong.
John: Running away isn't strength.
Donna: This has to end.
John: Nothing has stopped it for 20 years, Donna. And I don't think there's a damn thing we can do about it.
Donna: You have to go, John. You've got to leave Bay City.
John: Why? Because it's the right thing to do?
Donna: No, because it's the only thing to do.
John: I don't buy that, Donna. I think it's about time we started putting you and me in front of Michael and your ideas of what's right and wrong.
Donna: You don't even care how much you hurt Michael, do you?
John: You think his pain is any greater than mine... Or yours?
Donna: Don't talk like that.
John: Donna... I think we're done talking.
Wally: Look, I'm telling you, aside from the odd cockroach, there's nobody here.
Cass: Then who sneezed?
Wally: I don't know. Maybe one of the packing crates has an allergy.
Cass: There's something going on here, Wally.
Wally: Well, if there is, we do not need to get involved.
Cass: Where's your sense of adventure?
Wally: Let me put it this way. There's a limousine out front waiting, and you're paying by the hour.
Cass: Like I said, let's get going.
Cass: I know a sneeze when I hear one.
Donna: No, John!
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