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Another World Transcript Wednesday 9/3/03

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Cass: Look, I'm your lawyer, right?

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?

Nicole: 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.

Cass: What?

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.

Cass: Heh!

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!

Zack: Hello.

Nicole: Zack, yeah. How are you?

Zack: I'm fine. How's Cass doing?

Nicole: Why?

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?

Clara: Yes.

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.

Clara: See?

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]

[metal clangs]

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?

Sam: Yeah?

Amanda: Marcel Marceau is a loudmouth.

Sam: Good.

Amanda: Where are your garbage bags?

Sam: Under the sink. Do not look over my shoulder.

Amanda: Wouldn't dream of it.

Sam: Ahem.

[Sam huffs]

Amanda: I love these.

Sam: Get out of there.

Amanda: Sorry.

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.

[Telephone rings]

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?

Zack: Yeah.

Jamie: Well, it's a little late to be conducting business, isn't it, huh?

Zack: It isn't business.

Jamie: Ohh?

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: Hi.

Tony: Vicky.

Vicky: What's that?

Tony: Scotch.

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.

[Rock playing]

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.

[Footsteps approaching]

[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.

Amanda: Who?

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.

Amanda: Really?

Sam: So what does he do?

Amanda: 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.

Sam: Oh.

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.

Amanda: 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.

[Telephone rings]

Michael: Uh, tell you what. I'll get that out there.

[Ring]

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.

[Vicky laughs]

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?

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

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.

Tony: Vicky--

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.

Vicky: Oh!

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.

Donna: What?

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?

Amanda: What?

Sam: Your house.

Amanda: Around the corner.

Sam: That's Bay Street.

Amanda: Ok.

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?

Amanda: Yeah.

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.

[Door closes]

[locks door]

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?

Cass: What?

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.

[Cat meows]

[Nicole gasps]

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.

Jamie: Donna?

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.

Zack: Here?

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.

[Both laugh]

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?

[Footsteps approaching]

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?

[Both laugh]

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: Hey.

Donna: Michael.

Michael: What? Come on, tell me.

Donna: I have never wanted anyone but you.

Michael: Oh, good. Take me now.

Donna: Yeah?

Michael: Yes!

[Both laugh]

[cat meows]

Nicole: Barbara.

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?

Amanda: [Laughs]

what a difference a day makes... 24 little hours

[Giggles]

[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.

Vicky: That's what I have to talk to you about.

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