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Another World Transcript Wednesday 9/3/03
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Nicole: For the moment.
Cass: You go to that warehouse and Barbara van Arkdale will see to it that you do all your designing in the big house.
Nicole: Oh, she won't know I was there.
Cass: Oh, no?
Cass: Are you going to be as sneaky as you were the other night, sneezy?
Nicole: I want those clothes out of there, dopey.
Cass: Yeah? Well, ok, fine. You've got a private girls' school education, but it didn't prepare you to be a second story man.
Nicole: I'm not stupid.
Cass: No? Then prove it by letting me go back to that warehouse alone.
Nicole: Well, how are you gonna know what's mine?
Cass: I'll take it all.
Nicole: I'll wait for you here.
Nicole: I said I'll wait for you here.
Cass: Oh, good girl, good. Hey, Zack.
Zack: Hey, wait, um, did you get a chance to look at those contracts I sent?
Cass: Um, can we talk about this in the morning?
Zack: Uh, where you going?
Cass: Am I on company time here, or what?
Zack: Well, just, uh--oh, so you don't want to talk about it.
Zack: I see. What you're doing is illegal?
Cass: Illegal is such a relative term. See you tomorrow.
Nicole: Cass, I changed my mind--oh!
Nicole: Zack, yeah. How are you?
Zack: I'm fine. How's Cass doing?
Zack: Oh, Mac just asked me to keep an eye on him. He's been having a kind of rough time, and Mac wants me to make sure that he stays out of trouble.
Nicole: Why are you telling me all this?
Zack: Oh, well, I just saw him leaving now, and he had that old glint in his eye...The one he gets when he's up to no good.
Nicole: He had a glint in his eye?
Zack: Something you might know about?
Nicole: Like he was enjoying something?
Zack: Sort of.
Nicole: Like he had just talked someone into something they really didn't want to do?
Zack: I guess it could be.
Nicole: Oh! Sit by the fireside and knit? Indeed!
Zack: Hey, wait a minute. Um, would you mind explaining what you just said?
Nicole: I'll tell you something, Zack. You should never, ever send a man to do a woman's job.
Michael: So, you guys want to tell me why you're busting up the furniture?
Vicky: I bumped into it.
Clara: Well, no, she's covering for me. I'm getting clumsy in my old age.
Michael: Hey, look, I didn't ask who busted the furniture. I want to know why.
Vicky: Uh, we were having a little argument.
Michael: About what?
Clara: Well, Vicky thinks I'm not taking good enough care of myself.
Michael: And for that you were yelling, young lady?
Clara: Well, she's right, and she knocked some sense into me. Now, Vicky, do you know where my blood pressure pills are?
Vicky: Oh, sure. On your night stand.
Clara: Yes, would you go get them for me, dear? I think I need a dose.
Vicky: Ok, Grandma. Michael, I'll be right back.
Michael: Yeah, ok.
Clara: What are you doing?
Michael: Calling Jamie Frame.
Clara: Oh, don't call Jamie. It's almost 10:00.
Michael: Mom, if you're not feeling well--
Clara: No, no, Vicky thinks I'm not taking care of myself. I'm fine.
Michael: Ok. You know she loves you very, very much.
Clara: Good. There's a lot of Hudson in that girl.
Michael: Yeah, I know. She's very, very stubborn and doesn't listen to a word you say.
Clara: Mm-hmm. Those are me, qualities that I am familiar with.
Michael: Uh-huh. Look, are you sure you're feeling all right?
Vicky: Oh, here, Grandma.
Clara: Oh, thank you, dear.
Michael: Victoria, are you sure it wasn't something else that you were upset about?
Clara: Michael, why don't you go to bed? We didn't mean to wake you. Now, is Donna all right?
Michael: Yeah, Donna--she's great.
Clara: This didn't frighten her?
Michael: No, no, no, she was just worried that something might be wrong.
Clara: Oh, no, nothing at all. Right, Vicky?
Vicky: Oh, sure. Everything's swell. I couldn't be better.
Vicky: As a matter of fact, things are so great, I think I'll go out and celebrate.
Michael: Celebrate? Celebrate what?
Vicky: How happy we all are. Couldn't you tell?
[Door handle jiggling]
Nicole: Ohh, aah! You really should try a new approach.
Cass: You said you'd stay out of here.
Nicole: Well, I guess you can't believe a thing I tell you. Would you let go me now? You're ruining the line of this sweater.
Sam: Look, you can leave that.
Amanda: Well, if you don't mind me being too critical, this place is a bit of a pigpen.
Sam: It's ok.
Amanda: Right, you say that now, and 20 minutes from now, you're gonna be throwing things in the garbage can and yelling about how you can't be expected to work in a place like this.
Sam: How long have you had this job?
Amanda: Heh heh! Long enough.
Sam: Ok, but I'm not paying you overtime.
Amanda: I'm not dusting that bag.
Sam: Ok, it's a deal. Thanks.
Amanda: You know, I'm just doing this for my own good, you know. If you didn't have this done tomorrow morning when you came in--
Sam: Are you gonna keep talking?
Amanda: Compared to how I'm gonna be?
Amanda: Marcel Marceau is a loudmouth.
Amanda: Where are your garbage bags?
Sam: Under the sink. Do not look over my shoulder.
Amanda: Wouldn't dream of it.
Amanda: I love these.
Sam: Get out of there.
Sam: It's just that I don't like people looking at my stuff without permission.
Amanda: I shouldn't have. I think you're very gifted.
Sam: Yeah, well, I'd be better if I had more time, but I'm not rich like Rachel Cory is.
Amanda: What made you think of that?
Sam: I think about that every time I don't have time to paint. She married rich, and she can do what she wants.
Amanda: I don't think that's necessarily true--
Sam: Look, I'm gonna be up all night as it is. I do not have time to argue with you about Rachel Cory.
Amanda: I'm sorry. Forget about it.
Sam: Thank you.
Amanda: I'll make some coffee.
Sam: Yeah, that would be great.
Amanda: I'll get it.
Sam: Tell whoever it is I'm busy.
Amanda: Sam Fowler residence. I'm sorry, he can't come to the phone right now. Ok, Joyce, if you want to--
Sam: That's Joyce?
Amanda: I'm taking a message.
Sam: Yeah, well, I want to talk to her.
Amanda: Oh, ok, then talk.
Sam: Hey, baby, how you doing? No, that's just my runner who works for me. Yeah, so how's Seattle? Yeah, well, I miss you, too.
Jamie: Hey, Zack. How are you?
Zack: What's up?
Jamie: Long time. How you doing?
Zack: How's it going? All right.
Jamie: You haven't seen Lisa by any rare chance, have you?
Zack: Not yet.
Jamie: Well, good. Maybe I'm not too late then. Are you waiting for someone yourself?
Jamie: Well, it's a little late to be conducting business, isn't it, huh?
Zack: It isn't business.
Zack: My friend doesn't get out of her psych lab class until 10:00.
Jamie: Your friend?
Zack: Yeah. Her name's Colette.
Jamie: Colette? Oh, that's a beautiful name.
Zack: That isn't half of it.
[Jamie laughs slyly]
Vicky: What's that?
Vicky: Ohh--you actually drink that?
Tony: Were the cops hard on you?
Vicky: Um, no, I got off with a warning.
Tony: Maybe I should have gone down to the station with you, huh?
Vicky: It was only a speeding violation.
Tony: Good. Because after all the things I've written about the cops, I'm not exactly... popular down there, you know?
Vicky: It's ok.
Tony: [Laughs] what did your parents say?
Vicky: You know... Where's that bartender? I think you need a refill.
Tony: I'd rather dance... With you.
Vicky: All right.
[Soft piano music playing]
Tony: Hey, are you sure you're ok?
Vicky: Uh, yes, it was only a speeding violation, you know? I want to dance, ok? I want to dance until I can't think anymore.
Nicole: Oh! These things aren't packing crates, they're fortresses.
Cass: I told you I'd do this.
Nicole: Oh, yeah? Well, I got to thinking about what you said.
Cass: Yeah? And?
Nicole: And I decided you're wrong.
Cass: Did you?
Nicole: Yeah. You're not going to do all that fun stuff while I sit home and wring my hands.
Cass: Fun? Get out of here. Fun? Risking my precious life because you're so dumb that you hook up with a homicidal couturiere. Fun!
Nicole: What's in there? Ohh!
Cass: Did you design that stuff?
Nicole: Oh, no! This must be Barbara's.
Cass: Either that or Yasser Arafat's wardrobe was shipped here by mistake.
Nicole: I told you she was no good.
Cass: Are you sure your stuff would be here? Maybe she's too smart to show your designs in Bay City?
Nicole: Oh, no, no. She'd like that part of it, rubbing my face in it. No... My designs have got to be here somewhere.
[gasps] I heard something.
Cass: It's just your imagination.
[Pounds on crate]
Nicole: Probably. I can handle this.
[Gasps] oh, God! Oh!
[Pencil sharpener grinds]
Amanda: So...Who's Joyce?
Sam: Shh. I want to hear the beginning of this.
[Classical music plays]
Amanda: You really like that music?
Sam: Yeah. Chopin. It's great.
Amanda: I have to admit it doesn't really do too much for me.
Sam: It did quite a bit for George Sand.
Sam: Chopin's lover.
Amanda: He had a lover named George?
Sam: Yeah, that was her pen name.
Amanda: [Chuckles] I'm relieved.
Sam: You know what her real name was?
Amanda: No. What?
Sam: Her name was Amandine. Do not spill that on the drafting board.
Amanda: Right. Sorry. You want anything in that?
Sam: No. Mmm. That's pretty good. Thank you.
Amanda: Sorry. I still like Springsteen better.
Sam: Well, to each his own.
Amanda: My father listens to someone called, uh, Dinah Washington.
Sam: Does he?
Amanda: You've heard of her?
Sam: Well, yeah. She just happens to be one of the greatest blues singers that ever lived.
Sam: So what does he do?
Sam: Yeah. You said your mom bakes cakes.
Amanda: I did?
Sam: Yeah. Don't you remember?
Amanda: Yeah--yeah, I remember. I did...She does.
Sam: So what does he do?
Amanda: He works in an office.
Sam: That's it? That's all you know?
Amanda: Well, I never really paid that much attention.
Sam: [Chuckles] yeah. Well, I better get this finished. Is your car very far?
Amanda: My car?
Sam: Well, yeah. I don't want you walking around this neighborhood this late at night...When you leave.
Amanda: I took a bus.
Sam: Down here?
Amanda: Well, that's all right. There's one that leaves every hour.
Sam: Great. When does the next one leave?
Amanda: 55 minutes.
Amanda: No. Look, it's ok. Um... I can wait on the street. Unless, of course, you want me to do your laundry or something. What are you doing?
Sam: Taking you home.
Sam: Yeah. Well, you know, I could use a break anyway.
Amanda: No. No--
Sam: Look, it's no problem, just tell me where you live.
Clara: I think she meant what she said, Michael.
Michael: I don't, mom. I think she's covering up.
Clara: Oh, talk to her in the morning, dear. Don't worry about it now.
Donna: Don't worry about what?
Michael: Hi, hon.
Clara: Oh, uh, Michael thinks Vicky is hiding something.
Donna: Well, I really don't know what it could be. Do you, Clara?
Clara: I don't think it's anything in particular.
Donna: No, I really don't think so, either.
Clara: Although she hasn't seemed very happy since she came home.
Michael: I know. Then she gives me that line about she's so happy, she's going to go out and celebrate. I don't buy that.
Clara: You know, I think, from Vicky's behavior, that she's looking for attention.
Donna: Well, Michael and I have had a lot on our minds lately.
Clara: Yes, I know, but Vicky needs lots of support now from a close and loving family.
Michael: Uh, tell you what. I'll get that out there.
Donna: Clara, what was Victoria going to do?
Clara: Victoria isn't going to do anything as long as she knows that you and Michael are really together.
Donna: Well, of course we are.
Clara: And that that's the way you want it.
Donna: Clara, Michael is the only man I have ever wanted, and anyone who denies that is very much mistaken.
Clara: Good, just convince Vicky of that.
Donna: I don't have to convince anyone of anything.
Clara: Donna... If Vicky doesn't understand that you love Michael very much, she might do something you'll regret.
Tony: I didn't order that.
Vicky: I did, but it's for him. Um... It's not so bad the second time.
Tony: Vicky...You're not used to drinking.
Vicky: Mmm...But I'm going to get used to it. You know... Let's dance some more. Hi, doc.
Jamie: Hi, Tony.
Tony: Hi, Jamie.
Jamie: You're here a little late, aren't you?
Vicky: Oh, I'm a big girl now. Haven't you heard?
Jamie: Not big enough to drink that.
Vicky: Don't be such a drag.
Tony: Look, she's with me, so why don't you just go back?
Vicky: I--I want to go get some air, ok?
Tony: Out on the deck?
Zack: Something wrong?
Jamie: Not yet, but I got a feeling there will be.
Tony: Vicky, get off of there.
Vicky: Are you kidding? I am a love... And I am on top of the tower that the Loves built.
Vicky: Tony... Love.
[Laughs] what a name.
Tony: Come on. Just get off there-- look, we'll talk.
Vicky: Tony... You don't want to talk to me. Nobody wants to talk to me.
Jamie: Come here!
Vicky: What are you doing here?
Jamie: What are you doing up there?
Tony: Look, why don't you just leave her alone?
Jamie: Why? Who should I leave her with, Carlisle? You? You're doing a great job!
Vicky: Oh, shut up, both of you!
Jamie: Look, I'm going to talk to her...Alone. Go home, Carlisle.
Tony: Is that what you want?
Vicky: I'll call you, Tony.
Jamie: I guess you really scared yourself, didn't you?
Vicky: I suppose I should thank you for rescuing me.
Jamie: Well, actually, it's a matter of preferences.
Vicky: I'm not quite sure what you mean.
Jamie: I'd prefer to grab you up here... Than scrape you up down there.
Michael: I gotta go.
Donna: What is it?
Michael: There's a fire in the Jansen oil fields.
Clara: Is that in Oklahoma?
Michael: Yes. Look, I called the airport. They're getting my jet ready.
Donna: Michael, is it that bad?
Michael: The fire is approaching the outskirts of town.
Clara: Well, how did the fire get started?
Michael: Well, the local sheriff seems to think it was arson, and we both know who's responsible for that one, right?
Donna: Michael-Michael, do you really have to go?
Michael: Donna, people could get killed. I own that company.
Donna: All right. All right. I'll go help you pack.
Michael: No, no, no. Now you stay here. You look for Victoria, ok?
Clara: He's under so much pressure.
Donna: Oh, and I suppose you think that's my fault.
Clara: Donna, dear, I didn't say that. I hope I'm never that kind of mother-in-law.
Donna: No. I'm sorry. Clara, you were down here with Victoria. Do you know what's wrong with her?
Clara: I think she feels there's something she should be telling Michael.
Clara: Donna, you know the answer to that better than I do.
Donna: Look, whatever it is she's thinking, I'm sure there's nothing to it.
Clara: Then tell her that.
Donna: Clara, I want my marriage to work.
Clara: I think you better have a serious talk with your daughter, or you might not have a marriage.
[Dinah Washington music playing on stereo]
Amanda: So that's Dinah Washington?
Sam: Yeah. I forgot I had a tape of hers in the car.
Amanda: She's really good.
Sam: So where is it?
Sam: Your house.
Amanda: Around the corner.
Sam: That's Bay Street.
Sam: Look...We were on Bay Street before, and you told me to turn off it.
Amanda: Did I? Well, I'm new to the area. I just moved here. I'm not very good at directions yet.
Sam: So you live alone?
Sam: Down here?
Amanda: It's cheap.
Sam: It ought to be. Which house is it?
Amanda: Uh, you can let me off here. I'll walk.
Sam: Look, Attila the Hun would not walk in this neighborhood this late at night. Tell me where your house is.
Amanda: It's there. Thanks for the ride.
Sam: Hey, listen. Thanks for the enchilada, and, um, cleaning up my apartment. I appreciate it.
Amanda: Well, like I told you: I'm dedicated. See you tomorrow.
Sam: I'll wait till you're in.
Amanda: You will?
Sam: Yeah. You're going in, aren't you?
Amanda: Yeah. Yeah. Right now.
Amanda: I would pick a man who is chivalrous. I can't find them. Go on.
Sam: What? I can't hear you.
Amanda: Go on. I'll see you in the morning.
Cass: Does this mean we're engaged now?
Nicole: Didn't you hear that?
Nicole: I heard footsteps.
Cass: So what? There's bound to be night watchmen here... And there he is now.
Nicole: Oh...I hate cats.
Cass: Yeah, well, that one looks particularly ferocious. It's a good thing you're not a tuna.
Nicole: You'll be laughing out of the other side of your mouth if Barbara shows up.
Cass: Yeah. What's a dame like Barbara van Arkdale doing in a dirty, old warehouse like this anyway?
Nicole: I have a feeling she might be right at home.
Cass: Well, come on, let's look through some of these other crates and see if we can find your stuff.
Nicole: I hope we find it soon.
Cass: Why? What's wrong?
Nicole: Oh, that cat.
Cass: I didn't know you hated them so much.
Nicole: I just learned to recently. Barbara has a cat. She never goes anywhere without it.
Cass: Will you cut that out?!
Nicole: Let's do this and get out of here.
Jamie: Now drink this... And tell me what's wrong.
Vicky: What is it?
Jamie: It's hot tea.
Vicky: Never touch the stuff.
Jamie: Drink it. Now tell me what's the problem with your mother. You were beginning to tell me before.
Vicky: [Sighs] it's not just Donna, it's both of them.
Jamie: They're having problems, huh?
Vicky: Yeah, and Michael doesn't even know it.
Jamie: But you do?
Vicky: Everything would be so much easier if I didn't.
Jamie: Come on. Talk to me.
Vicky: Haven't you figured it out, Jamie? She's fooling around.
Vicky: Yeah, and that's not the worst of it.
Jamie: Have you told her what you know?
Vicky: I've tried so many times. She just denies it.
Jamie: Are you sure you're right?
Vicky: Someone sent me pictures.
Jamie: Who'd do that?
Vicky: I don't know... But then I saw them myself. They were kissing.
Jamie: Do you know this man? Who is he?
Vicky: [Chuckles] Michael's brother. Can you believe it?
Jamie: It's John?
Vicky: Yes. She really can pick them.
Jamie: Have you been as straightforward with Donna as you have been with me tonight?
Vicky: Jamie, it's a little difficult to say, "Donna, I know you're fooling around with my father's brother."
Jamie: Oh, boy. I don't know what to tell you.
Vicky: You know, I was thinking everything was going to be just fine, and-- John had moved out, and my mother said she hated him.
Jamie: A bit of an overreaction, isn't it?
Vicky: Yeah... Especially after I found the place where they met each other. She's never going to tell Michael. What am I going to do?
Jamie: Are you going to tell him?
Vicky: I don't know. One minute I want to, but the next minute, he's--he's doing something that makes me realize how much he loves her. I don't want to be the one to break his heart.
Jamie: I don't blame you.
Vicky: But if I don't do it, he'll find out some other way, from someone who doesn't love him.
Jamie: Well, if you tell him, tell him the facts. Tell him just what you saw with your own eyes... About the pictures... And let him take it from there.
Vicky: What if he doesn't believe me?
Jamie: Tell him calmly... And with love. Don't draw any conclusions, just let him handle it.
Vicky: Thanks. Thanks for listening to all this.
Jamie: I'm glad to do it. Besides, you're now beginning to make a little bit of sense to me.
Vicky: [Laughs] Jamie, I don't even make sense to myself.
Jamie: Listen, I want you to know that, um... I won't mention this to anybody, ok?
Vicky: Thanks, Jamie. I... Well... Ahem... I better go do it.
Jamie: Would you like a ride?
Vicky: No, I have my own car. Thanks, though.
Jamie: Ok... But no burning rubber on the way home.
Vicky: [Laughs] I'll be fine.
Jamie: Ok. Good-bye.
Julie Ann: What are you doing here? Waiting for the chicken lady?
Zack: Ha ha. Hope she doesn't stand me up.
Julie Ann: Or maybe she met up with the colonel.
Zack: Very funny. What are you doing here?
Julie Ann: What am I always doing here: Meeting Amanda.
Julie Ann: Well, I was doing my yoga when she called me from a pay phone saying I had to be here to meet her.
Zack: Oh, there she is... And I didn't get stood up after all.
Julie Ann: Be careful not to ruffle her feathers.
Zack: I should be so lucky.
Amanda: I am so glad you were home.
Julie Ann: I thought you were working tonight.
Amanda: I was...Sam's loft.
Julie Ann: You're kidding!
Amanda: Don't you think you should have changed your clothes? This place does have a dress code, you know.
Julie Ann: I've been here twice this evening. The maitre d' and I are old friends. So what happened?
Amanda: Well, everything was going so great, and then he insisted on driving me home.
Julie Ann: Which is a 30-room mansion by the lake.
Amanda: So I told him to drop me off, like, 10 blocks from here.
Julie Ann: But that's a terrible neighborhood.
Amanda: But if I live there, he won't think I'm rich.
Julie Ann: But if you live there, you're going to scare him off.
Amanda: That's why I came up with this idea.
Julie Ann: Oh, no. No, no.
Zack: I'm so glad you could meet me here.
Colette: I had to see you.
Zack: What's the matter? You seem upset.
Colette: I am. This came today.
Zack: What is it?
Colette: A ransom note for my baby.
Zack: You got a ransom note for a chicken?
Amanda: But I had to give him your phone number.
Julie Ann: Amanda, I'm your friend, not your answering service.
Amanda: But no one else has the number.
[Julie Ann sighs]
Amanda: Besides, whenever he calls, all you have to do is say I'm in the shower and take his number.
Julie Ann: And then what?
Amanda: And then call me, and I'll call him back.
Julie Ann: And what if you're not there?
Amanda: I could get a beeper?
Julie Ann: Amanda...
Amanda: Well, look, I couldn't have very well given him my parent's number, could I?
Julie Ann: Doesn't it even occur to you that you're telling this guy one lie after another?
Amanda: But it's all right, because when he's fallen deeply in love with me, I'll just explain everything to him gently, and he'll understand.
Julie Ann: I hope so... For your sake.
Nicole: These aren't my designs either. Something is very weird.
Cass: Let's get out of here.
Nicole: Losing your nerve, counselor?
Cass: I'm beginning to smell a trap.
Nicole: You think so?
Cass: All right. We'll look in one more crate and then we're history, all right?
Cass: Come on.
Donna: Clara, I really think you're making too much out of this, and-- Michael...
Michael: Can you believe this? I just called Jansen, and they said they don't need me down there.
Clara: Well, is it under control?
Michael: No, not yet. If one life is lost--
Donna: Michael, honey, I am-- I'm so sorry.
Michael: [Sighs] I know. Look, did you find Victoria yet?
Donna: I'm sure she'll be back soon.
Clara: Um, I think I'll be going to bed now, if you don't mind.
Michael: No, mom. Look, get some sleep.
Clara: Good night, Michael. I'm sorry about the fire... And everything. Good night, Donna.
Donna: Good night, Clara. Sweet dreams. Well, I have to tell you that I'm so glad you didn't have to go.
Michael: Yeah. I guess everything works out for the best, right? I'm needed here.
Donna: Oh, yes. I know I need you. We need you.
Michael: Oh, are you talking about that baby?
Donna: I hope so.
Michael: You want to go play?
Donna: [Laughs] again?
Clara: Oh! Vicky!
Vicky: Where are Michael and Donna?
Clara: Well, they've finally gone to bed.
Vicky: You know, I think I'm going to go up to bed, too.
Clara: Honey, don't you want to talk?
Vicky: No. No, I just want to get some rest.
[Chuckles] big day tomorrow. Good night, Grandma.
Michael: What? Come on, tell me.
Donna: I have never wanted anyone but you.
Michael: Oh, good. Take me now.
Barbara: Hello, darlings. Fancy meeting you here.
Colette: Shouldn't we dust it for prints or something?
Zack: When did you get this?
Colette: Tonight. I went home before I came here.
Zack: Well, at least it doesn't threaten you.
Colette: I don't care about me, look at what the last sentence says.
Zack: "Send the money, or the chicken gets it."
Colette: I knew she didn't care about Isadora, and this proves it.
Zack: Where was this?
Colette: On my pillow.
Zack: Well, I think we should return to the scene of the crime.
Amanda: We'll just set a story as to who my parents are, and where I live, and it'll be like the truth.
Julie Ann: Except for one thing: It's a lie.
Amanda: Are you a Virgo or something? You are so picky.
Julie Ann: I just don't want you to mess things up for yourself.
Amanda: I know. Neither do I.
Julie Ann: You're serious.
Amanda: Well, I realized one thing when I spent all that time at his place tonight: He's not just great looking, he is great. He loves music and painting--
Julie Ann: You learned all that tonight?
what a difference a day makes... 24 little hours
[knocks on door]
Michael: Yeah? What is it?
Vicky: It's me-Vicky.
Michael: Come on in, Vicky.
Vicky: Sorry to bother you.
Donna: Well, it is late.
Vicky: It's important, Donna. I have to talk to you... Alone.
Michael: You want to give me some idea of what this is about?
Vicky: Well, this family means a lot to you, right?
Michael: You know it does.
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