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Another World Transcript Tuesday 9/2/03
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Proofread by Ebele
Rachel: So I told Mac and Matthew I'd meet them here.
Ada: That's a late dinner for the Corys tonight.
Rachel: Matthew has soccer practice.
Ada: What about Amanda?
Rachel: You mean Mandy Ashton.
Ada: Oh, she's still trying to be somebody she isn't? Uh-oh.
Rachel: Now who is she supposed to be?
Julie Ann: Are you gonna take those off?
Amanda: Oh, well, actually, I was just starting to like them.
Julie Ann: I can't believe they worked!
Amanda: Like a charm.
Julie Ann: Oh!
Amanda: I mean, I was as close as you are to me to Sam and Cheryl, and they didn't even recognize me.
Julie Ann: Your mother will recognize you.
Amanda: What are you talking about?
Julie Ann: She's over there with your Grandma.
Amanda: Did they see me? Might as well face the music.
Ada: What'll it be, Miss Garbo?
Amanda, as Garbo: Give me a whiskey and a ginger ale on the side.
Rachel: Amanda, what on earth are you doing in that ridiculous outfit?
Amanda: Oh, you mean you knew it was me the whole time?
Rachel: I think maybe Julie Ann gave you away.
Amanda: Mr. McKinnon, hi.
Amanda: Heard from Cheryl tonight?
Julie Ann: Amanda.
Vince: She's out with some guy from the magazine. Why?
Amanda: Oh, Julie Ann and I were just thinking of going to see a movie, but I guess Cheryl will be getting in late, huh?
Vince: Your guess is as good as mine.
Amanda: You mean she doesn't have a curfew?
Vince: Uh, I'd better not get into that. Different families have different rules.
Rachel: Why are you asking about a curfew? You don't have a curfew anymore. What's going on?
Nicole: "Barbara Van Arkdale's new winter collection making its preview at Tops." I could cry.
Cass: Did Felicia release this announcement?
Wallingford: Well, maybe. I heard her setting up all sorts of publicity before she left.
Nicole: Well, I'll make Barbara Van Arkdale eat this newspaper.
Cass: No. Hold on.
Nicole: No! The only way that collection is being shown here is with my name on it!
Cass: Nicole. Nicole, wait a second! You've already threatened her once. You're not allowed to do that again.
Nicole: Watch me.
Cass: Hey! I thought you said you were tired.
Nicole: Well, I just woke up.
Cass: You like small, confined spaces?
Cass: Well, gee, that's too bad, because you get 1 to 5 for aggravated assault.
Nicole: Oh, yeah?
Nicole: Well, what do I get if I murder the broad?
Michael: Victoria, you are gonna tell me what's bothering you.
Donna: Michael, maybe Victoria and I should talk alone first.
Michael: Donna, if Victoria has something to say, she can say it to both of us. Now, come on, Vicky, what is it?
Vicky: I want to talk to Donna.
Donna: Well, why don't we go upstairs to your room?
Michael: Honey, look, if something is bothering you--
Donna: Michael, um, maybe Victoria just wants to talk to a woman.
Vicky: I just have something I want to straighten out with Donna.
Michael: Wait a minute. If this isn't just girl talk--
Donna: Michael, why are you pressing this?
Vicky: Stop! Maybe Michael should stay.
Donna: Victoria, you don't have to do this.
Vicky: It's time, Donna. It's time that everything just got out in the open.
Michael: Look, is there something here that I'm not supposed to know?
Donna: No, Michael. Of course not.
[Doorbell chimes] Victoria doesn't have any secrets from you.
Vicky: No, I don't. I just want to know exactly what's going on between--
Bridget: Uh, excuse me, Mr. Michael, Ms. McKinnon's here to see you again.
Michael: Thank you, Bridget. Hi, Mary.
Mary: Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Michael: Uh, well, Donna and Victoria and I were just talking.
Mary: Oh, gosh, and I barged right in. I'm sorry.
Donna: Oh, no, no. Don't be silly. Bridget, could you get that, please?
Bridget: Oh, yes, of course. Excuse me.
Mary: Well, I just wanted to say thank you for the job. I'm overwhelmed.
Michael: Oh, you talked to the personnel director, huh?
Mary: Yeah, about half an hour ago.
Bridget: Mr. Michael, excuse me, but that was Mrs. Falkland down at the stables. She wants you to come down right away.
Michael: Oh, she's working on this Shandling trust. I'd better get down there right away. Uh, Mary, perhaps you'd like to see where you're gonna be working?
Mary: I'd love to. In fact, I could start working now if you needed me.
Michael: Great. I was hoping you'd say that. Uh, this might give you a chance to finish your conversation with your mother, and then you and I will talk later, ok?
Michael: Uh, I'm sorry. I may be a while.
Michael: Ok. Mary? Come this way.
Donna: All right. We are alone.
Vicky: Saved by the bell.
Donna: What was it that you wanted to talk to me about, Victoria.
Vicky: As if you didn't already know?
Donna: Victoria, if this is a game, I'm not playing it.
Vicky: Why? Because I'm not John Hudson?
Donna: Would you like to explain that remark?
Vicky: Why didn't you tell me he was staying in Bay City?
Donna: Because I didn't know until tonight.
Vicky: He even got a job.
Donna: Yes, at Tops. I saw him when you did.
Vicky: Well, it looks like he'll be staying for a while. He even has a place to live.
Donna: He does?
Vicky: He didn't tell you about the boat?
Donna: No, Victoria, we're not close. I thought I made that clear.
Vicky: You also said he would be leaving town.
Donna: I said I hoped he would be leaving. Victoria, I have no control over what he does.
Vicky: Well, maybe you would like to.
Donna: And maybe you're jumping to conclusions.
Vicky: Well, that's not too hard when you see two people...
Donna: When you see two people what?
Vicky: I know what's going on, Donna.
Donna: No, Victoria, you only think you know what's going on.
Vicky: Why can't you just be honest?
Donna: I am. Look, I don't care if John Hudson stays in Bay City. I don't care if he lives on a boat or a truck or whatever, but he is out of our lives.
Vicky: Is he?
Donna: Yes. And do you know you're just gonna bring a lot of pain to this family if you keep trying to drag him back here?
Vicky: Michael has a right to know if you and uncle John are making a fool of him.
Donna: Stop it! You know, if you told him what you're thinking, and it's not true, how do you think he'd feel about you?
Vicky: I don't know.
Donna: Then maybe you'd better think about that.
Peter: Looks like she sort of called your bluff, didn't she?
Vicky: Oh. She said she knew nothing about uncle John staying in Bay City.
Peter: Uh-huh. I hope that's true.
Vicky: Uncle Peter, I wish I knew what to do.
Peter: Oh, sweetie. I hate seeing you so upset, Vicky. You got--you gotta do something to set your mind at ease.
Vicky: Mmm, maybe I should go to the boathouse myself.
Peter: John's boat?
Vicky: Well, Donna says she knows nothing about it. Yeah. I'll see you later.
Peter: I think you're going to find out that, uh... Donna knows an awful lot about it.
Rachel: I know it's absolutely none of my business, but why are you asking about Cheryl?
Amanda: I was just wondering how her date went, that's all.
Rachel: Why don't you go on dates like a normal person?
Amanda: Maybe I'm like you. Maybe I'm waiting for that perfect guy.
Rachel: I think she's being evasive.
Amanda: I think you're asking an awful lot of questions.
Rachel: I'm the mommy. I'm allowed to ask questions. She did it to me. I can do it to you.
Ada: Heh heh heh heh.
Amanda: Mom, I know you don't approve of what I'm doing.
Rachel: I'm going along with it, aren't I?
Amanda: It seems like everything that I do makes you...Like this.
Rachel: I'm like this 'cause I don't know what's going on most of the time.
Amanda: You ever will?
Rachel: Probably not, but I back you up at the office, don't I?
Amanda: Yeah, you do. I have to admit, it cracks me up sometimes.
[Amanda laughs] I love you, you know? I want you to be happy.
Amanda: As long as you trust in it, that's what I want, too.
Rachel: Even though I know how to make a better mousetrap?
Amanda: Ehh, even then.
Rachel: Come here.
Ada: This could be catching, you know that?
Rachel: With any luck.
Julie Ann: Frightening, isn't it?
Amanda: I like talking to you.
Rachel: Good, I like it, too.
Amanda: And we're gonna have to do it again real soon, ok?
Ada: You always did that. I never did understand it.
Julie Ann: Cheryl, Sam.
Cheryl: Hi, Julie.
Julie Ann: What's the matter? Wasn't Tops' menu up to par?
Cheryl: I just wanted to show Sam where I work.
Sam: Oh, Ms. Cory, hi.
Rachel: Hello, Sam. Oh, Sam, this is my mother, Ada McGowan. I don't know if you've met. This is Sam Fowler.
Ada: We've met.
Ada: You're the new man that Mac hired, huh?
Sam: Yeah, and almost fired the next day. You've got quite a family, Mrs. McGowan.
Ada: You ain't seen nothing yet. I think I'll see what's going on in the kitchen.
Rachel: Ok. Sam, uh, I left a message on your message machine.
Sam: Something important?
Vince: What is going on?
Rachel: It's all right, Vince. I'll check on it. Uh, you wait here. Would you care to tell me what's going on in here?
Ada: We're breaking dishes. That's what's going on in here.
Amanda: Sam didn't see me, did he?
Rachel: Amanda, don't you think your secret life is getting a little out of hand here?
Cass: Uh, you're going after Barbara Van Arkdale with a squirt gun?
Nicole: Filled with ink. She wears a lot of white.
Cass: Give me that. Oh!
Nicole: Oh. Ach.
Cass: This, uh... This is a custom-made shirt, you know? This shirt cost me many, many dollars.
Nicole: Well, wait--wait. Now you can say that you have a Nicole love original.
Cass: Ha. You see, there's this little shop in London.
Nicole: That's it!
Cass: And--and--and you can call them.
Nicole: I'll go down to the warehouse.
Cass: And they have my measurements on file.
Nicole: And I'll steal one of the originals. That's it, Cass!
Cass: What are you, crazy? Get over here. Steal one of the originals? Don't you realize that place must be crawling with her people by now?
Nicole: Cass, I make copies of all my drawings. They're signed and dated.
Cass: People that could hurt you!
Nicole: No, Barbara wasn't allowed to execute any of my designs without my permission.
Cass: And you have it in writing.
Nicole: Yes. Now, all I need is to get my hands on one of those dresses.
Cass: Why didn't you get one the other night when you had the chance? Now look, Nicole, believe me when I tell you, I know all about dresses, and they just aren't worth getting killed over.
Nicole: Mine are... Almost.
Cass: Why don't you just wait until we hear from Felicia?
Wallingford: Uh, yeah, they said she was on her way to Paris. You know, she--she-- we should hear from her tomorrow.
Cass: You see? Why don't you just take a nice, long, hot bath?
Wallingford: Yeah, or read a book.
Cass: Try a new recipe.
Nicole: Wait, you're saying I should wait until tomorrow.
Cass: Doesn't she catch on fast?
Nicole: What a bunch of wimps. Enjoy your casserole.
Cass: Nicole. Hey, Nicole. Nicole! Now there's a difference between being a wimp and being a smart person.
Wallingford: That's one strong-headed girl.
Cass: I know. Disgusting, isn't it?
Wallingford: You better do something quick.
Cass: Like what, go over to the warehouse and protect her from the goons?
Wallingford: Yeah, something like that.
Cass: Wally, I'm scared of the goons. No. I'm just gonna have to come up with some other way.
Wallingford: Why does it always end up being "we"?
Amanda: Mom, Sam Fowler is my boss. If he found out I was Mac Cory's daughter, how long do you think I'd last in the department?
Rachel: About two weeks, which is all we wanted you to last.
Amanda: Exactly. And then I'd be treated like some kind of a spy or something.
Rachel: A spy? Who on earth would want to spy on the layout department?
Rachel: Who on earth would want the latest secrets about pica type?
Amanda: You just--you don't understand.
Rachel: No, you're right. I don't understand why you'd want to work in that office in the first place.
Amanda: It's a perfectly good place to start. Would you please get out of here before he comes in here?
Rachel: She's right. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand why.
Ada: You know, um, in my day, that Sam Fowler would be called, um... Hot number.
Amanda: You think so?
Ada: Oh, yes. I think so.
Sam: So what did you want to talk to me about?
Rachel: Oh, the Fenster account.
Sam: What, Fenster didn't like them?
Rachel: No, no, that wasn't the problem. He loved it. He wants a double-page spread.
Sam: All right. Uh, but that's gonna be a major re-working. When does he want that?
Rachel: Tonight. He'll settle for tomorrow.
Rachel: He wants it in the next issue.
Sam: I'm sorry, I've gotta go.
Cheryl: It's ok, really. I understand. It's--it's your job.
Rachel: I'm sorry, I wouldn't even ask him to do this. It's just a really important client.
Cheryl: No, really, it's fine. I'm sure pops could use my help tonight anyway.
Vince: Yeah, grab an apron.
[Glass breaking] woman: Ow!
Vince: Ow, what? Ada? You all right?
Mary: I can promise you, I am determined to be the best administrative assistant you have ever had.
Michael: Well, I can tell you that you have a quality that I need now more than ever.
Mary: What's that?
Michael: Loyalty. And I get this feeling that you understand me.
Donna: You two aren't still talking business, are you?
Mary: Oh, my gosh, it's almost 9:00.
Donna: Mary, you better watch out. I mean, he might turn you into another Jane Falkland.
Mary: Uh, well, I-I should be going, really.
Michael: Oh, look, can I give you a lift?
Mary: No, I have my car. I'll see you in the morning, boss.
Michael: Ok, um... Thanks. Drive carefully.
Mary: Thank you. Good night.
Donna: Good night.
Michael: You wanna tell me what that crack about Jane Falkland was about?
Donna: It's just that I think she sees more of you than I do.
Michael: Donna, she's my secretary.
Donna: Yes, and I'm your wife.
Michael: All right. What's this really about?
Donna: Michael, why does this have to be about anything? I just miss you, that's all.
Michael: Vicky told you. This is about Vicky, isn't it?
Michael: Vicky told you what it is that's upset her, didn't she?
[Knock on door]
Peter: Hi, may I come in?
John: It's your boat.
Peter: Heh. So, uh, what do you think of her?
John: Two things: One, you said it was a houseboat, and it's a sailboat.
John: And second, I think you'd be better off by just having her hauled away.
Peter: Ha ha. Well, that may be true, John, but, um, there's a lot of sentimental value here. Been in the family for years.
John: Obviously. A lot of neglected years.
Peter: Well, be that as it may, are you interested in working on her or not?
John: What's the rush anyway? Summer's almost over. You ought to be getting her ready for winter.
Peter: Well, what would that entail?
John: Caulking, sanding, cleaning out the bilges, that sort of thing.
John: That's something I can do, if you want.
Peter: That's great. Yeah, good. Let's do it that way then. Um, I just wanna get this boat fixed up.
John: It's your money.
Peter: Yeah, that it is. Listen, if you're gonna be working here in the slip, I think perhaps you ought to find the dock master and let him know.
John: Where can I find him?
Peter: Uh... End of Dock 12. You can't miss him.
John: All right. Uh, listen, are you gonna be here when I get back?
Peter: Mmm. Yeah, I'll be in the back going over some things you might need.
John: All right.
Peter: But I have most of them right here.
[Briefcase opens] Now to make sure that it is indeed Donna Love Hudson.
Vicky: Mmm, hello? Anybody here, uncle John?
Sam: Maybe we should go in--
Rachel: No, it's all right. I don't hear anything.
Ada: It's fine. Everything's fine.
Sam: Are you sure?
Ada: Oh, sure I'm sure. Well, you know how hard it is to get good help these days.
Sam: Uh, sure.
Rachel: Listen, I-I think, Sam, you should get to work.
Sam: Yeah, it's late, and I'm gonna be up all night as it is. Look, I'll call you tomorrow, ok?
Cheryl: Um, I'll walk you to the door.
Sam: Look, I was serious about what I said about, um, you modeling for Brava. I'd like to show you around the Art department.
Cheryl: I'd like that. Ada, is, uh, pops in the kitchen?
Ada: Uh, he's--he's out in the back alley.
Rachel: He's in the back alley.
Cheryl: Ada, are you ok?
Ada: I'm fine.
Rachel: She's fine.
Cheryl: Uh, if you're not, I could work for you tonight.
Ada: Oh, no, no. Everything's fine.
Rachel: She's fine.
Cheryl: Ok. If you're sure.
Ada: She must think we're a bunch of nut cakes.
Rachel: What are we doing anyway?
Amanda: Thank you, all of you. Grandma, you saved my life.
Ada: I hope it was worth it.
Amanda: Julie Ann.
Ada: What is Vince gonna say about all this?
Julie Ann: Now that was quick thinking. I thought for sure you were gonna get caught.
Amanda: Never mind that. Did you hear what he said? He's gonna be at his loft all night.
Julie Ann: So?
Amanda: So? He's gonna need some help. He'll welcome me with open arms.
Julie Ann: He'll throw you out. That's what he's gonna do.
Amanda: Not if I'm subtle.
Julie Ann: That's not exactly your greatest characteristic, now, is it?
Amanda: Hi, Julie Ann and I were just talking about going out to get something to eat.
Rachel: Oh, why don't you join us?
Amanda: Us who?
Rachel: Your father and Matthew and you and me. We're going out to dinner.
Amanda: Dad and Matthew?
Rachel: Right. Your father's going away tomorrow for two weeks, so I thought it would be nice to have a family dinner... Unless you have some other plans.
Michael: Donna, look, if you know why Victoria's upset, I want you to tell me.
Donna: I just think she's insecure.
Michael: About what?
Donna: Well, she wasn't really specific, but I think it has to do with coming home again. I mean, things are just different this time.
Michael: Different? How?
Donna: Well, Michael, she came home to the entire Hudson family. I mean, your mother was here, and John was here--
Michael: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Now, did she say that?
Donna: Look, you have been so busy. I mean, you haven't been around. I have. I've done everything that I possibly can to try to make her feel like she belongs.
Michael: But, Donna, she knows that I love her.
Donna: Of course she does. It's just that things are different, you know, for all of us. We haven't really been a family that long. We just don't have a family history together.
Michael: I--I guess maybe I have been too hard on her, huh?
Donna: I just think that maybe she doesn't want to hurt you, Michael.
Michael: Hurt me? How, Donna?
Donna: By not living up to your expectations, because your standards are so high. You know, I don't even think you know how high they really are, and you make so many demands on yourself.
Michael: Well, fine, but what's that got to do with Vicky?
Donna: Maybe she just needs to know that, um... That you'd forgive her.
Michael: But forgive her for what?
Michael: Well, what sort of things, Donna?
Donna: Well, out--out of the past, uh... Things that she just feels like that she can't tell you.
Michael: Oh, right. Donna, you really think that's it?
Donna: Michael, it would be so easy to hurt you, and at the same time, it's so hard to keep things from you.
Michael: Oh, Donna, come on. There's nothing that she can't tell me.
Donna: Are you sure?
Michael: Yeah. Donna, there's absolutely nothing. I mean, I can't think of a thing that I wouldn't forgive her for. I mean, gosh, it's not like she's betrayed me.
Vicky: Huh. Donna.
[Vicky scoffs] and Donna said she knew nothing about him living on a boat. Sure.
[Knock on door]
Man: Did somebody here give me a call just now?
Vicky: Who are you?
Man: I'm the dock master. Who are you?
Vicky: Victoria Love.
Man: Oh, well, you're on the right boat. What can I do for you?
Man: Look, Miss, I'm a busy man. Either you need to see me now or you don't.
Vicky: Uh, is this the owner's registration for this boat?
Man: That's it. Donna Love. She's been here, uh, 10, 12 years now. Is there anything else?
Vicky: No. That's all I needed to know.
Man: Listen, do me a favor, would you? Next time, you find me, huh?
John: Vicky, what are you doing here?
Vicky: What are you doing living on Donna's boat?
John: This boat belongs to the Loves. They're thinking about selling it.
Vicky: Oh, is that lie you and Donna came up with?
John: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just here to do some repairs.
Vicky: Oh, I'll bet you are.
John: Look, Vicky, I don't care if you believe me or not.
Vicky: Look, you and Donna have been very clever in the past, but this time, you've gone too far.
Vicky: I wish you never were found.
John: Victoria! Vicky.
Peter: Damn. Hey there. Did you find the dock master?
John: Where have you been?
Peter: Oh, been in the back. Why?
John: Victoria was just here.
Peter: Your niece? Vicky?
John: Didn't you hear us?
Peter: Well, uh, I thought I heard some sort of fight, some sort of argument, but I assumed it was from another boat.
John: Well, right fight, wrong boat.
Peter: Oh, what was it about, John?
John: I don't know. I-I chased after her, but she took off in that little sports car of hers.
Peter: Oh. Well, don't worry about it. Maybe I'll, uh... Maybe I'll catch up to her at the house.
John: Listen, when you do, would you mind explaining to her that you have hired me? She seems rather confused about that.
Peter: No, no. Not at all. I'll set her straight. Don't worry.
John: All right, well, I have to go out later and try to find the dock master.
Peter: Oh, maybe he's on another boat, you know.
John: Listen, do you mind if I bunk here tonight?
Peter: Hey, as far as I'm concerned, you can call this place home.
John: As far as I'm concerned, you can call this place a dump.
[John sighs] where the hell did this come from?
Cass: Oh! Back from the warehouse so soon?
Nicole: I never got to the warehouse. I never got out of the garage.
Cass: Well, you reconsidered and decided I was right, huh?
Nicole: No. I put my car in reverse and discovered I had four flat tires.
Nicole: Somebody had let the air out.
Cass: Nothing, nothing. Just, um, you'd think that two would be enough.
Nicole: Enough for what?
Cass: For anyone. After all, you've only got one spare, right?
Nicole: You think Barbara was behind this? Maybe she was trying to stop me from reclaiming what's rightfully mine.
Cass: We're talking some dresses, not your claim to the throne.
Nicole: Don't mess with me, Winthrop. I'm mad.
Cass: I know. I know you are. Wally, did you hear what happened?
Cass: Nicole had the air let out of all four of her tires.
Wallingford: No, two.
Nicole: What do you mean? I was there.
Wallingford: Uh, Cass, what do I mean?
Cass: Um, two plus two means-- is--is--is four.
Nicole: Wait a second.
Nicole: Wait a second. You did it, didn't you? You let the air out.
Cass: Wally did it.
Wallingford: No, no, two. Not four, two.
Nicole: Well, what difference does it make?
Cass: It makes a very big difference. That means that somebody else must have let the air out of your other two tires. Maybe Van Arkdale's goons are after you.
Nicole: I guess the joke's on them. They should just check with my friends next time.
Cass: There isn't gonna be a next time.
Nicole: Oh? What are you gonna do? Break my legs?
Wallingford: Wait, I draw the line at tires.
Cass: Hey, hey, hey. Will you calm down? I'm doing you a favor.
Nicole: Well, pardon me if I don't thank you.
Cass: Messing around with Van Arkdale can be hazardous to your health.
Nicole: Then why don't you come with me?
Cass: I told you, I could get hurt, and don't try to borrow my car, either, all right?
Nicole: Oh. Who wants it? It's got flat tires, too.
Wallingford: Well, don't look at me.
Cass: I'm gonna kill her.
Nicole: Ha, you're gonna have to stand in line, and I'm gonna get to her first.
Reginald: My, my, my. Such temper. Who are we talking about?
Ada: Rachel, Matthew's on the phone.
Amanda: Look, we really gotta go, mom.
Rachel: Have fun, both of you.
Amanda: Thanks. Give dad a kiss good-bye.
Rachel: Ok. Matthew, where are you? What are you doing home? Is daddy there?
Tony: Hello, Ada.
Ada: Well... Howdy, stranger. Long time, no see.
Tony: How about a cup of coffee?
Ada: Ok. Coming right up.
Rachel: I'll see you.
[Rachel hangs up phone] um, hi, Tony.
Tony: Oh, hi again.
Rachel: I'm not following you, I promise. Mom?
Rachel: Mac and Matthew got their wires crossed. They're waiting for me at home.
Ada: Well, you better get going, huh?
Rachel: Yep, I better. Bye, Tony.
Ada: How ya doing, Tony?
Tony: Better and better.
Ada: Good, I'm glad.
Tony: I think I'm finally coming out of the woods. It's been a tough time.
Ada: Yeah, well, it was a tough time for you and Nancy... Or would you rather I didn't talk about her?
Tony: No, that's ok. No one can take away my memories.
Ada: Uh, coffee's on the house.
Vince: Hey, are you crying?
Ada: Now, why would I be crying?
Vince: I don't know. Maybe you're upset about breaking all those dishes.
Ada: I don't break dishes.
Vince: All right, well, what was it? I'm gonna keep asking. You know how stupid I can be.
Ada: I miss Nancy.
Vince: Oh, of course you do. It's tough when a daughter leaves.
Ada: Yeah, well... Nancy's just a phone call away.
Vince: Yeah. If I could--just one more time.
Mary: I understand. I find myself thinking about that sweet face all the time.
Vince: Uh, those, uh... little empty... I'll get some more in 'em.
Ada: Stay here. I'll get 'em.
Mary: I didn't expect you to be here.
Vince: Place doesn't run by itself.
Mary: I just thought it was your night off.
Vince: You come for dinner?
Mary: I came to get the picture.
Vince: Signora's going adios?
Mary: Oh, you have such a wonderful way with words.
Vince: Well, she never did quite fit in here, really.
Mary: You never wanted her to.
Vince: What if I didn't? I named the Restaurant Mary's Place. I didn't call it Marissa's Hacienda.
Mary: Maybe you should have just called it Ethel's Place. Then neither one of us would have fit in.
Vince: Is this supposed to be funny?
Mary: I don't wanna argue. I have good news. I got a job.
Vince: Doing what?
Mary: Working for Michael Hudson's company. I am an executive assistant.
Vince: You said you were gonna get a job, so I guess that's what you've done, hmm?
Mary: That's it?
Vince: What do you want, fireworks?
Mary: You could be just a tiny bit happy for me, you know, if you--if you took it on trust that this is what I need right now.
Vince: Don't use that word.
Mary: Which word?
Vince: Trust. I get a little angry when that word comes up.
Mary: Do you? Well, then you understand how I feel when you continually bring up the sainted Mary McKinnon.
Vince: It's a little different. I gave you my trust, even after I learned about your affair with Reginald, hmm?
Mary: And what did I do with it?
Vince: You made a fool of me.
Mary: How did I do that?
Vince: You left me.
Vince: I don't know why.
Mary: Well, I don't know why you don't understand. So I guess that makes us even, huh?
Vince: Here, here. It'll be a relief not to have her looking down at me all day long.
Reginald: Surely you have time for a friendly drink with your father.
Nicole: You know, Reginald, with four flat tires, I have time for almost anything... Except that.
Cass: Why don't we go see if we can salvage our cars, huh?
Reginald: Or you can borrow mine. Just say the word.
Nicole: I guess I am a little tired after all, Cass. Maybe we'll pick up where we left off tomorrow.
Cass: Come on, I'll walk you to your room. Good night, Wally.
Wallingford: Good night, you two. So what'll it be?
Peter: Going so soon?
Nicole: Why is it, Peter, whenever dad's around, you're not far behind?
[Peter clears his throat]
Peter: Well, she's in a good mood tonight.
Reginald: Someone let the air out of her tires.
Peter: What? Well, I'm glad that didn't happen to me.
Reginald: We all are, Peter.
Peter: I mean, I needed split-second timing tonight to make sure that everything went like clockwork.
Reginald: Did you get Victoria down to the boat?
Peter: Uh-huh. I got there one step ahead. I got rid of John Hudson for a few minutes. I planted evidence that Donna had been there with John, and then I hid in the back. Vicky came right in and discovered everything.
Reginald: Did she see John?
Peter: Mmm. John came back almost on cue. I'll tell you, dad, if this doesn't make her go to Michael, nothing ever will.
Reginald: We've given her more than enough evidence. I don't understand why she hesitates.
Peter: Well, if she won't tell Michael the truth, it's because she loves him and wants to protect him.
Reginald: Maybe you're right.
Peter: I know I'm right.
Reginald: Victoria and Marley both. How I wish my own children could show that kind of devotion.
Peter: What's that supposed to mean?
Reginald: Well, I think it's rather obvious. I feel like my whole life's being surrounded by ingratitude.
Peter: Wait a minute. Do you know what it was like begging for your love?
Reginald: Please, Peter, not here.
Peter: Dad. Wait a minute. Now you listen to me. Look at me.
Reginald: Love is something that is not given for free. You have to earn it.
Peter: Well, what do you think I'm doing? Why the hell do you think I'm here?
Michael: Donna, when did Vicky leave here?
Donna: About the same time that you and Mary went down to the stables.
Michael: Did she say where she was going?
Donna: Michael, please. She is a grown woman. We have to trust her.
Michael: Donna, she's a grown woman who just got arrested for doing 80 miles an hour in a 30 zone.
Donna: I know, I know, I know. She said she was sorry about that, and she promised she'd never do it again.
Michael: I don't care. I wanna know why she did it the first time.
Donna: I don't know. It could be any number of things. Michael. May--maybe she's jealous of this new baby.
Michael: Donna, this new baby is no more than a twinkle in his daddy's eye at the moment.
Donna: Well, it might be a little more than that.
Michael: Say what?
Donna: I might be pregnant.
Michael: Well, did--did the doctor say that?
Donna: No, no, I haven't seen the doctor yet, but I'm a couple days late, and Michael, I remember the feeling. I mean, I remember what it was like with Marley and Victoria.
Michael: Oh, Donna, this is great! Oh, this is wonder--oh, you.
Donna: Oh, I hope so. I hope it is great.
Michael: Do you know how much I love you?
Donna: How much?
Michael: A whole lot. As a matter of fact, uh, I think, just in case you're wrong, we should go work on this a little bit more, ok?
Mary: Listen, I know, when people are getting a divorce, they sometimes say things that they don't really mean.
Mary: Uh, me. I'm just purely talking about myself here.
Vince: And you're doing that all by yourself.
Mary: Next time I want something, I'll send Scott.
Vince: He's always welcome.
Mary: And if I should ever want to speak to you personally again, I'll just send Zack.
Vince: Fine, I'll do the same.
Mary: Well, I've got the door now. You can go.
Vince: I guess you don't need anything from me, do you? Do you?
Mary: Guess not.
Ada: We're gonna need something there, you know?
Vince: I'll go shopping tomorrow. Maybe I can find a picture of the titanic or something.
Ada: Or something.
Vince: Why? Do you, uh... Do you have a suggestion?
Ada: No. She'll be hard to replace.
[Rock music playing]
[Knock on door]
[Knock knock knock]
Amanda: Yeah, I know, I know. You could have been a contender.
Reginald: Have I not shown my appreciation, Peter?
Reginald: Forgive me. I think you've been doing a splendid job, especially these past couple of months.
Peter: Well, I--I've tried very hard, you know.
Reginald: I know you have. I wonder if Victoria's home by now.
Peter: Well, she must be.
Reginald: You sure she left the boat angry?
Peter: Well, I'll tell you one thing. She said she wished John Hudson were dead.
Reginald: Well, well. I think these next couple of hours could be very interesting, at least for Donna and Michael.
Wallingford: Nicole, I thought you went to bed.
Nicole: So does Cass. That's the point.
Wallingford: You're not gonna go down to that warehouse, are you?
Nicole: Yes... And on your motorcycle.
Wallingford: My motorcycle?!
Nicole: Yes. Face it, Wallingford. You owe me that much after the stunt you pulled tonight.
Wallingford: Why does Cass get me involved in these things? How am I gonna get home?
Nicole: If you keep your mouth shut, I'll be back to pick you up later.
Cass: You're not going anywhere.
Donna: Mmm. Well, no more champagne... At least not for 9 months.
Michael: Well, why do you think I got you sparkling water, hmm?
Donna: You do think of everything, don't you?
Michael: Mm-hmm. Except this one thing, actually, that I haven't thought of.
Donna: What's that?
Michael: Well... What to name it if it's a girl, and what to name him if he's a boy.
Donna: What if we have both? Twins do run in the family, you know.
Michael: Yeah, they do, especially between the two of us, huh? Hey, give me that.
Donna: I want you to make love to me right now, because I wanna make sure that nothing goes wrong this time. I want us to have that baby that we can raise together.
Michael: So do I, Donna. So do I.
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