Another World Transcript Tuesday 9/2/03

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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.

[Clears throat]

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.

[Vince humming]

Amanda: Mr. McKinnon, hi.

Vince: 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?

Nicole: No.

Cass: Well, gee, that's too bad, because you get 1 to 5 for aggravated assault.

Nicole: Oh, yeah?

Cass: 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.

Michael: Oh.

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.

[Telephone rings]

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?

Vicky: Sure.

Michael: Uh, I'm sorry. I may be a while.

Donna: Ok.

Michael: Ok. Mary? Come this way.

Mary: Thanks.

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.

Rachel: Ooh.

[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?

Rachel: Amanda?

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.

Rachel: Oh.

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?

[Glass breaking]

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?

Amanda: Mother.

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.

[Amanda sighs]

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.

Sam: Oh.

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.

Michael: Donna.

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?

Donna: What?

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.

Peter: Well.

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.

Peter: Uh-huh.

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.

Rachel: Sure.

[Rachel sighs]

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?

Rachel: Ahem.

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 sighs]

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?

Donna: Things.

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?

Vicky: What?

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?

Vicky: Oh!

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.

John: Vicky!

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.

Cass: Four?

Nicole: Somebody had let the air out.

[Cass mumbling]

Nicole: What?

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?

Wallingford: Hmm?

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.

Cass: What?

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.

Cass: Wally?

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.

Rachel: Oh.

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?

Ada: Yeah.

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.

Tony: Bye-bye.

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 sighs]

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 sighs]

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.

Mary: Why?

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 scoffs]

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 laughs]

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?

Donna: Ok.

Mary: Listen, I know, when people are getting a divorce, they sometimes say things that they don't really mean.

Vince: People?

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]

[Sam punching]

Amanda: Yeah, I know, I know. You could have been a contender.

Reginald: Have I not shown my appreciation, Peter?

Peter: What?

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.

[Nicole sighs]

Michael: Cheers.

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.

[Vicky sighs]

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