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Another World Transcript Friday 9/19/03
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Nicole: Oh, you hope.
Cass: Hey, don't worry.
Nicole: I know, I know, you are working on it.
Cass: I'm working on it.
Nicole: Come on, girls, we have a lot to do.
Cass: Good luck, girls.
Nicole: See you.
Cass: You look good. Watch your step.
Ada: What about me?
Cass: Well, I put together a costume for you with Felicia's help, and I want you to jump into that and get right to work.
Ada: Yes, sir.
Cass: Ok. And I may just take a look at those models' dressing rooms after all.
Ada: Do you think that's a good idea?
Cass: Ada, trust me. I know what I'm doing.
Ada: That's what I'm afraid of. I got to get out of here before Rachel blows my cover.
Cass: Ok, I'll see you.
Cass: Hey, Carl.
Felicia: Please, come in. I hope you enjoy the show. Listen, if you need anything, just give me a call. Oh, hi.
Cass: Guys -- this is all a big misunderstanding, guys.
Felicia: Hey. Get your hands off him.
Nicole: We don't have much time, so let's get started right away. Why don't we redo your makeup first.
Julie Ann: Well, how do you want us to look?
Nicole: I'd like for you to look high-tone, ultra-sophisticated.
Cheryl: Kind of like -- what's her name? -- Beverly Johnson type?
Nicole: Beverly Johnson, right, right.
Nicole: Oh, wait. I need another girl. Who?
Cheryl: Sara. Sara Montaigne. She's a friend of mine.
Nicole: Sarah Montaigne? Oh, I know her. She'd be great. Call her.
Julie Ann: Well, what are we going to wear?
Nicole: Well, that gets a little tricky, so you're just going to have to sit tight.
Julie Ann: Tricky how?
Nicole: Well, right now there is a question as to whether we're getting the outfits or not.
Wally: How's everything here?
Nicole: We're getting there.
Wally: Oh, good. I just wanted to make sure.
Nicole: Wait a minute, Wally. What about the clothes?
Wally: Relax. Cass and I are on our way.
Nicole: And that's supposed to make me relax?
[Sophie hums "bridal march"]
Nicole: At least we have the bridal gown.
Sophie: I have just smashed it.
Nicole: You smashed it? Oh, you pressed it.
Nicole: Great. Oh, no.
Nicole: The bride.
Julie Ann: What about her?
Nicole: Well, I don't have one. Oh. Where is Lisa Grady?
Jamie: I don't care what anybody says, I am not going to give up on her.
Lisa: Vicky needs to know so many people are fighting for her.
Jamie: And I know how.
Lisa: Oh, Jamie --
Jamie: Lisa, you said you wanted to help. You're the only person who might be able to reach her on a different level. Lisa, you have to try.
Michael: You did, didn't you, Donna?
Michael: You sent Vicky down to that boat to stop John.
Donna: Michael, I didn't, I swear.
Michael: Donna, and when it didn't -- when you got worried, you went down there yourself, right?
Donna: Why are you even saying this?
Michael: Donna, look, I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell me.
Donna: Well, Michael, I have told you. I didn't know anything about Victoria going to the boat. Nothing.
Michael: Come on, Donna, I'm just trying to get it to make sense.
Donna: Well, some things don't. Can't you just accept that?
Michael: No. Donna, I want to know why Vicky's car was coming down from the lake. I want to know why she went there.
Donna: Jamie, has there been any change?
Jamie: No, not yet. Listen, why don't you two go out and get something to eat, you know, get away from here for a while.
Michael: You want to go get some coffee?
Donna: Michael, I mean, what if something happens?
Jamie: I'll find you. Go.
Jamie: And you -- you have been here all day. Why don't you take a break, too.
Lisa: Not now.
Jamie: Well, look, it's almost 7:30. What about that fashion show?
Lisa: I wasn't so crazy about doing that in the first place.
Jamie: But aren't they expecting you to model a dress?
Lisa: I'll call and tell them I can't come. Nicole will understand. It's for Vicky.
Jamie: So you're going to help me?
Lisa: I have to. I'll do anything I can.
Felicia: Oh, come on, fellows, this is all a mistake.
Cass: Yeah, you heard the lady. Get your hands off me.
Man: He was in the models' dressing room.
Felicia: Oh, well, you can put him down, really. He always did have a thing for models.
Man: Yeah, but Ms. Van Arkdale said --
Cass: Yeah, but Ms. Gallant owns the club.
Man: He works for you?
Felicia: Yes, he does.
Cass: I work with you. I don't work for you, I work with you.
Felicia: Yes, all right. We're in this together. We're sort of pulling this off.
Cass: We haven't pulled it off yet.
Felicia: What does that mean?
Cass: It means that the show hasn't started yet.
Man: You need to stay out of the models' dressing rooms.
Cass: You know, it's real gratifying to know that our security is in such capable hands. Keep up the good work, men.
Felicia: Yes. Thank you, thank you.
Cass: Take care, guys. What?
Felicia: What do you think you're doing?
Cass: Shouldn't you be looking over your notes or something?
Felicia: You promised me there would be no trouble. Hello. You promised.
Cass: And there wouldn't have been if these two rejects from wrestle mania hadn't been so overzealous.
Felicia: You are actually going to let me bail you out of that, and you're still not going to tell me what's going on?
Cass: Felicia --
Cass: It's going to be fun.
Cass: Fun. As a matter of fact, I'm going to go over to the bar and wait for the fun to start. See you. Come on, Wally. Where are you?
Mac: Cass seems to be at it again.
Mac: I said -- what's wrong?
Rachel: Nothing. I was just wishing Amanda was here.
Mac: I wish she were, too.
Rachel: Isn't that why you have a daughter, so that you can bring her to functions like this?
Mac: I'd hate for her to miss it, too.
Rachel: I mean, how many times in your lifetime do you get a chance to see the world premiere of a major designer's new line?
Mac: In the old days, she wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Rachel: In the old days, she wasn't masquerading at "Brava."
Mac: She seems more committed than ever.
Rachel: We're not even to be seen in public with her.
Mac: She's spending all her time defending Sam Fowler.
Mac: Oh, hi.
Peggy: Rachel. It's so good to see you.
Rachel: Hello, Peggy.
Mac: It's good to see you, too, Peggy.
Peggy: Now, where is that beautiful daughter of yours? I haven't seen her since her coming-out party.
Mac: Neither have we.
Peggy: I'm looking for Peter. Oh, there he is. Excuse me, please.
Mac: Peter? No, I didn't see him.
Rachel: No, I mean, even she noticed that Amanda isn't here.
Mac: You feel bad, I feel bad, but it's Amanda's choice.
Rachel: I'm not very fond of Amanda's choices.
Mac: You think there's any chance of your having a good time tonight?
Rachel: Possibly. If I spend a lot of money.
Peggy: Things haven't changed at all?
Peter: She just lies there. When I think of the way she used to be, Peggy -- what if she doesn't come through this?
Peggy: Peter, doctors can do remarkable things these days.
Peter: Then there's my father.
Peggy: What has Reginald done?
Peter: It's what he doesn't do -- care. He really doesn't care about anybody but himself.
Peggy: I've never heard you talk this way about him.
Peter: It doesn't matter who it is, he'll just run right over them. And as long as he has control.
Peggy: Peter, look, I realize that this is a very difficult time for you.
Peter: I don't even know what I'm doing here.
Peggy: I think it's right that you came. I think it's a very good thing to get your mind off your family for just a little bit. Come on, now. Sit down with me, ok? Come on.
Diane: Oh, my word, this is beautiful.
Vince: Can you believe this? All these people just to look at dresses?
Diane: Oh, lighten up.
Felicia: Hi. Oh, I'm so glad to see you. Hello, Diane.
Felicia: Welcome to "Fantasy in Paris."
Diane: Well, I've never been to one of your fashion shows before.
Felicia: Oh, well, good, I'm glad you came.
Vince: Where's Cheryl? She called up and said she'd be here. Where is she?
Felicia: Well, you know, I don't know. In fact, I don't know anything. Somebody has seen to that. Listen, your table is right over there.
Vince: Oh, thanks.
Diane: Thank you.
Vince: You look great.
Felicia: Thank you. So do you. Hi, honey.
Mitch: What? Is something wrong?
Felicia: I'm not sure. I think I'm actually getting my hives back.
Wally: Everything's all set, Cass.
Cass: Is Nicole ready?
Wally: Right. Are you?
Cass: Ada should be in place by now. Ok? You ready?
Mitch: Wally and Cass certainly are leaving in a hurry.
Felicia: Yeah, I know.
Mitch: Are you ok?
Felicia: Other than the feeling of impending doom? Couldn't be better.
Ada: Ok, guys, let's take it from the top. I'm the wardrobe lady.
Man: So you said.
Ada: And I'm saying it again. I'm the dresser, and I can't do my job if I'm standing out here.
Man: I don't know, I think she looks pretty legit.
Ada: I'm also behind schedule. The show is about to start.
Man: I guess it's all right to let her in.
Ada: Thanks, guys. Hi, ladies.
Woman: Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Ada: Here's the story. I'm here to help you. I'm here to helpez-vous.
Cass: Oh, hi, fellows. Hey, Arnold, how's it going, huh?
Arnold: You're out of here.
Cass: Hey, Arnold --
Wally: Look, I've got to see the wardrobe lady.
Man: Right now, shorty, or you're going to get hurt.
Ada: Oh, there you are.
Cass: Wally! Wally --
Wally: Got him, got him, got him.
Wally: And this is for "Shorty."
Ada: Ok, guys.
Cass: All right! Whoo! Let me borrow your pantyhose.
Ada: Ok, anytime.
Cass: Shut that door.
Ada: Yeah. Get back, ladies.
Cass: Tie him up, Wally.
Wally: Ok. All right.
Cass: Who's got the keys, Wally? The keys.
Wally: Here they are.
Cass: You got them?
Wally: Got it?
Cass: Ok. Come on, Arnold. That's a boy. Get the other guy, will you, Wally?
Cass: What's taking you, Wally?
Wally: You do it.
Cass: Come on, pull, Wally.
Wally: He's so big.
Cass: I think he's carrying lead.
Wally: Got him?
Cass: Yeah. Push.
Cass: Hurry up, Wally.
Wally: Here you go. That's good.
Cass: Wait a second. You're not finished yet.
Wally: What? What?
Cass: Oh. Look at that, Wally. Huh?
Wally: These are terrific. Are they Nicole's?
Cass: She does some nice work, doesn't she?
Wally: I bet they're going to look better on the models.
Cass: Grab some of these.
Cass: Let's go.
Cass: There we go. After you, Wally.
Barbara: Guards? Where are they?
Barbara: Guards? Muscle-bound jerks. Allo. Etes-vous prets, cheries?
Ada: Ms. Van Arkdale?
Barbara: Who are you?
Ada: I'm the wardrobe lady. The dresser?
Barbara: Where are the guards?
Ada: Oh. Well, they're not here. I don't know, but everything's just fine in here.
Barbara: Well, do the outfits all fit?
Ada: Oh, yeah, they're perfect.
Barbara: Well, that's a first. Let me see.
Ada: Oh, no, see, the floor is full of pins, and it's very --
Barbara: I want to see what they look like. Now, please just step --
Wally: Ms. Van Arkdale?
Wally: I'm so sorry to bother you, but they're waiting for you up there. They're yelling for you -- the reporters.
Barbara: Oh, really?
Wally: Yes. The room's filled with them -- TV types, magazine people. I don't think you should keep them waiting.
Barbara: No, no, we can't do that.
Wally: Well, then after you, Ms. Van Arkdale.
Cass: Good work, Ada.
Ada: Listen, the natives are getting restless. They want their dresses. There are going to be dresses, aren't there?
Cass: Oh, yeah, there are going to be dresses. They'll be here in two minutes.
Jamie: You said you can channel your psychic powers.
Lisa: I know, I know. And after what happened with Glaser, I hadn't felt anything. Not until --
Jamie: Until when?
Lisa: Until you got the call about Vicky.
Jamie: The headache?
Lisa: Maybe it's coming back.
Jamie: Lisa, if you have any kind of connection with Vicky at all, you have got to work with her.
Lisa: I'll try.
Jamie: I'm not going to lose her. We've still got a chance.
Lisa: Jamie, I'll do anything I can to help Vicky.
Jamie: Come on, let's go.
Scott: Hi, mom.
Mary: Hi, sweetheart.
Scott: How are you?
Mary: Fine, thank you.
Mary: What are you doing sitting over here all by yourself?
Scott: I don't know.
Mary: You don't? Don't tell me Dawn stood you up.
Scott: Well, she's not here yet.
Mary: Any particular reason?
Scott: I think she talked to Cheryl. You know, they're living together now.
Mary: Honey, I thought that you were going to tell Cheryl that you were seeing --
Scott: I tried, mom.
Mary: You didn't do it?
Scott: Well, I told Cheryl that I was seeing somebody, and she didn't want to know her name. I was trying --
Mary: Sweetheart, you have got to tell both of them --
Scott: I don't want to hurt anybody.
Mary: Sometimes you have to hurt someone a little bit to keep from hurting them a lot.
Mary: Oh, it's all right. Here's Dawn.
Dawn: Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.
Dawn: You can't get near the parking lot.
Scott: That's all right.
Dawn: Hi, Mrs. McKinnon.
Mary: Hi, Dawn. I've been keeping this seat warm for you. You guys have a good time.
Scott: Where you going?
Mary: I have to see a friend, and I will come back and visit with you later.
Scott: Ok. Bye-bye. Have a seat.
Mary: Hi, sailor. You look lonely.
Adam: And you look wonderful.
Mary: Thank you very much. How are you? Are you feeling better?
Adam: Yeah. Yeah. Heard from M.J.?
Mary: Yep, I have. She likes Minneapolis.
Adam: I want to thank you for sending over that letter that she left me.
Mary: You're very welcome. She's ok.
Scott: It's nothing serious, but it's still important. And --
Dawn: Well, maybe you should hold off telling me till later. I think it's going to start soon.
Barbara: What's going on?
Wally: It's quite a crowd, isn't it?
Barbara: I thought you said they were yelling for me.
Wally: Well, they can't go on yelling forever. I mean, I'm sure as soon as they see you, they'll -- they'll respond, you know.
Felicia: Barbara! Everyone, Barbara.
Felicia: Oh, yes. Please, yes. Oh, yes. Perfect, yes. Later, later. Ok, what was that all about?
Wally: It was part of the plan.
Felicia: Plan? I knew it. Ok, what do I do?
Wally: Nothing. Would you relax? This is going to be wonderful.
Sara: Me? A model? Uh-uh.
Nicole: Yes, you'll look fantastic, Sara, I promise you. Will you do it?
Cheryl: Yes. Sure, she will. She'll do it. Sara: "Sure, she will"?
Cheryl: Yes, you will.
Nicole: Is that a yes?
Sara: Sure, I will.
Cass: Coming through. Hot stuff, hot stuff. I'm not talking lukewarm here.
Nicole: You did it!
Cass: Take them, they're burning my hands.
Nicole: Oh, I can't believe it. I'm actually holding my own designs.
Cass: Holding them isn't going to do the trick.
Nicole: Oh, yes. Ok, let's see. Cheryl?
Nicole: Let's see -- Julie Ann?
Julie Ann: Great, thanks.
Nicole: And Sara. Go put them on.
Nicole: Oh, I can't believe you did it.
Cass: Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Nicole: Oh, I haven't?
Cass: Et voila.
Nicole: "Et voila," what? What?
Cass: You know what those babies are, don't you?
Nicole: That's why I'm laughing. Oh, these are Barbara's from her 1960s hippy-dippy days. She kept them in storage at her home in Paris. She let me see them one night when she'd had too much to drink.
Cass: You said she couldn't design, so I figured there had to be proof somewhere.
Nicole: Well, how were you able to steal them?
Cass: I have friends in low places.
Cass: So tell me something, how -- how are things going? Is everything under control?
Nicole: Well, I still don't have a model for the bridal gown.
Cass: What about Lisa?
Nicole: Well, she wants to stay with Vicky at the hospital. I think that's more important.
Cass: Well, we'll grab somebody out of the audience if we have to.
Nicole: Well, I'll model it myself if I have to. Oh, Cass, this is going to be a night.
Cass: This is going to be your night.
Nicole: Oh, if only Donna and Michael and Vicky could be here.
Cass: We'll get to the hospital as soon as this is over, and, boy, you're going to have some stories to tell.
Nicole: All right.
Cass: I'll see you later, ok?
Nicole: Wait a minute. Cass?
Nicole: What is that over your arm?
Nicole: Oh, any messages?
Cass: Tons! But don't worry about those now. Sit down and relax. Cafe au lait?
Nicole: Any more of those lovely croissants?
Cass: Would I let you run out, my dear?
Nicole: Does it seem excessive to have the cover of "Elle" six months in a row?
Cass: Why not? I mean, after all, you are the only designer of any import in all of Paris today.
Nicole: Well, I don't know what they mean about the French being snobby. I thought that giving me the legion of merit was sweet.
Cass: Oh, the legion of merit is for bravery.
Nicole: Shut up. You can be realistic in your own fantasy.
Cass: Oh, I'm sorry. Very sorry.
[Knock on door]
Barbara: I have to see her. I must.
Barbara: Yes, it's me, Nicole. Do you think it's easy for me to prostrate myself before you?
Nicole: Why are you here?
Barbara: To grovel.
Nicole: Oh! Don't.
Barbara: I haven't worked, Nicole. I haven't worked since that night of your utter triumph and my total shame.
Nicole: It was nice, wasn't it?
Cass: I liked it.
Nicole: You come to me looking for work?
Barbara: Anything. No one else will have anything to do with me. If you would take me on as your lowliest assistant, maybe I could make something of my life.
Nicole: And why would I do that, darling?
Barbara: Compassion. I bought this off the rack.
Barbara: It's polyester. Cass and
Nicole: Have you sunk so low?
Barbara: Look at my shoes.
Barbara: And my pantyhose have bags in them. Cass and
Barbara: Take pity, Nicole.
Nicole: Oh, I don't know, Babs. Why should I?
Barbara: Oh, that dress.
Nicole: Yes. It's the first design you ever stole from me. But by no means the last.
Barbara: Look around you, Nicole. You have everything. Everything. I have nothing.
Cass: There is that one opening -- Isabella's job?
Nicole: Yes. She swept up in my workroom, got my croissants for me. I don't know if you could handle it.
Barbara: You've totally triumphed. I'm a fashion fatality. Oh, Nicole, please, please forgive me. Please forgive me.
Nicole: Gee, Babs, I don't think so.
Woman: Huit heures moins cinq.
Ada: Sank? What sank? Who sank? Oh, five. Yeah, five. It's five minutes to 8:00. It's almost time for the show.
[Knock on door]
Ada: Who is it?
Cass: It's me, Ada. Would anyone in there care for a dress?
Ada: Coco Chanel they ain't.
Cass: Does this get better and better, or what?
Ada: Oh, you are so bad. Oh, now, ladies, they are terrific. Now, tomorrow, they are going to be all the rage. Believe me. Parlez-vous? Now, come on, put them on. They'll look terrific. You make anything look terrific. Just put them on.
Donna: I'd give anything to see something, some movement. Just a flicker of her eyes. Victoria? Honey, we're here. I know -- I know you can hear me.
Jamie: Go ahead.
Lisa: Her family is with her.
Jamie: No, no, no, they'll understand.
Lisa: I don't want to intrude.
Jamie: Lisa, I've already explained this to Michael and Donna.
Michael: Lisa, I know that you're a psychic, and we'd be grateful for any hope at all that you could give us. We need some hope.
Michael: Vicky, it's dad. Your mom's here. And Lisa Grady's here. We want you back so much. We won't give up. We need to know you're fighting. Please.
Nicole: Hi. What's your name?
Nicole: That's lovely. You're lovely. How would you like to do me a great big favor?
Tom: Peter? I'm glad you're here.
Peter: Hi, Tom.
Tom: Does that mean Vicky's feeling better?
Peter: She's still in a coma.
Tom: Oh, God. I'm sorry. Look, I just thought that maybe -- I'm really sorry, ok?
Peter: It's fine.
Peggy: I always found him a little tiresome.
Peter: I shouldn't be here, Peggy.
Peggy: Oh, Peter, yes, you should. It's all right.
Peter: I shouldn't be here pretending to have fun while Vicky's lying there. I'm going back to the hospital.
Mitch: There's nothing to be afraid of. You just go start.
Felicia: Something is going to happen. I know it.
Mitch: Well, I hope so. I didn't bring umpteen rolls of film for nothing to happen, you know.
Cass: Here's your new narration.
Cass: Give me the old narration and read this.
Felicia: Cass --
Cass: Can't talk.
Felicia: Oh, I'm going to kill him. What? I know. I'm going. Thank you, thank you. Thank you. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, friends, to "Fantasy in Paris" by Barbara van Arkdale. Barbara.
Wally: This had better work, Cass.
Cass: Are you kidding, Wally? It's in the bag.
Wally: Yeah, yeah.
Felicia: Now, I know how excited you all must be to see Barbara's new collection, so why don't we just start the show, all right? Good.
Felicia: Well, I am sorry. There seems to be just a little bit of a delay. Why don't you all just stay seated. Of course, where would you go? Stay seated, visit, chat, have a little drink, and I'll be right back, all right?
Cass: What's wrong?
Felicia: That tears it, buddy.
Cass: Felicia, calm --
Felicia: No one is back there.
Felicia: No one is backstage. Go look.
Cass: Ada? Ada?
Ada: We're in here!
Cass: Well, you should be out there. What's wrong with the door?
Ada: That's what I've been asking myself for five minutes. The knob is stuck or the lock is stuck. I don't know, something's stuck.
Cass: Well, stand back.
Cass: Are you back?
Cass: All right. Ok. All right, all right. Vite, vite.
Ada: Ok, what he said. Go, go, go, go, go!
Cass: Allez, allez. Go. Allez.
Felicia: Oh, yes. That's a beautiful song, isn't it? "I love Paris," and I certainly do. Love Paris, I mean, you know. Yes. But then, I mean, all of us have fantasized at one time or another. I mean, about that fabulous city, I mean, haven't we? And Barbara van Arkdale certainly has. I mean, that is why we're calling tonight "Fantasy in Paris." It's sort of -- it's sort of our motif. It's our theme, if you will. I think it works, don't you? Well, uh -- have any of you been to Paris? Oh, good. Wow. Then, of course, you know what I'm talking about, right? It is a fabulous city, yes. You know, I actually lived in Paris for a while. I had a chateau there, wrote some books. What? Oh. Oh, oh. Now, without further ado, why don't we let the fantasies come true. I think I'll just let Barbara's wonderful creations speak for themselves.
Cass: It's in the bag.
Man: You're Mr. Love, aren't you?
Reginald: That's right.
Man: Joseph Undler, chief of staff.
Reginald: Did something happen? How's my granddaughter?
Dr. Undler: No, I'm sorry, Mr. Love, I just came to tell you that we're doing everything we can.
Reginald: Why isn't she coming out of this? I mean, she should be getting better.
Dr. Undler: It was a very bad accident.
Reginald: But she's young and strong.
Dr. Undler: Yes, it's difficult to understand how it happened.
Reginald: What do you mean?
Dr. Undler: Usually in car crashes of this sort, you can blame the weather, drunken driving, or some defect in the car itself.
Reginald: What is your point, doctor?
Dr. Undler: None of these apply in this case. She simply lost control of the car.
Reginald: This is not making me feel any better, Dr. Undler.
Dr. Undler: Of course not. I'm sorry.
Reginald: I want my granddaughter to recover.
Dr. Undler: My prayers are with you and your family.
Reginald's voice: "I was going to tell him what you already know -- I love Donna, and I guess I always will."
Peter: You brought John's letters here?
Reginald: I've had them with me since we took them from the boat.
Peter: You don't stop, do you?
Reginald: Donna has to find out that Vicky knew about her and John.
Peter: That's all you think about, isn't it? What you want.
Reginald: Victoria's accident can't be for nothing.
Peter: Oh, no. When she wakes up -- if she wakes up -- you'll see to it that she has a broken home, too.
Reginald: I'm only doing what is right.
Peter: I can stop you, dad.
Peter: It's not too late for the truth.
Reginald: What does that mean?
Peter: I'm going to tell Donna and Michael the truth about it all.
Peter: You can't stop me.
Reginald: Do you think that they'll be grateful to you?
Peter: I don't care.
Reginald: Peter, you will have nothing, no one.
Peter: I am sick of the lies. Do you understand? I'm sick of trying to hurt people.
Reginald: You weren't trying to do that. Neither was I. Peter, all we wanted -- all I still want -- is for Donna to be free of the pain that Michael Hudson caused her. Is there anything wrong with that? I want to be close to her again, just as close as we are right now. We're all we've got. Don't you see that?
Peter: Why did this have to happen?
Reginald: Sometimes things don't go as planned. You know that.
Peter: It doesn't mean we have to give up.
Reginald: We need each other, Peter.
Peter: Oh, gosh. I should still tell Michael the truth.
Reginald: Don't worry about Michael. He won't be a problem soon. I have a new plan.
Peter: No. I don't want anything to do with your plans. No more plans.
Peter: Vicky is in there, dad, and she is in a coma.
Reginald: I love her, too.
Peter: Then forget about your damn plans and pray for her.
Reginald: Peter, all I've ever wanted is her happiness and yours.
Peter: You're on your own this time, dad. Do your dirty work yourself.
Reginald: Any change?
Michael: No, we're just going to keep trying to get through to her.
Donna: Jamie said that someone should be with her all the time.
Reginald: I'd like to help. Look, whatever the differences, the bottom line is we all love her. Let me help.
Nicole: Ok. You all look fabulous. Now go out there. Come on. Knock them dead. You look great.
Ada: I didn't recognize you with your clothes on. You look terrific. I thought I'd see if there's anything else I can do.
Ada: Dawn, what are you doing here?
Nicole: I volunteered her. Doesn't she look stunning?
Dawn: Stunned. I mean, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I've never modeled before.
Nicole: Oh, there's nothing to it, is there, Ada?
Ada: You're asking me?
Nicole: Look, all you have to do is wait till you hear the "wedding march," and then you walk out there and smile.
Ada: Just like in real life.
Dawn: Well, what if I sang along?
Ada: You volunteered her.
Dawn: Well, my brother's the talent coordinator at Tops. He doesn't want me to sing there, but --
Nicole: Later. After. Later, you can sing whatever you want. Right now, all I want you thinking about is hitting that runway on cue. Oh, you look great. You're going to be fine.
[Laughter] Man: Is this supposed to be a joke?
Woman: This outfit is a joke.
Barbara: Of course it's a joke.
Man: Who's it on?
Barbara: I'll explain later, darling.
Mac: Do you think Amanda would like it?
Rachel: With my luck, she probably would.
Felicia: Well, now that we're all in the mood, why don't we bring Renée out in the second outfit.
Jamie: The admitting office gave me this. It came from Vicky's car.
Donna: Thank you.
Jamie: I'm going to go check on her, see how Lisa's doing.
Michael: Hey, look, you let us know, all right?
Jamie: I sure will.
Lisa: Vicky? Vicky, I want to help you. We were just getting to be friends, and I don't want to lose you. Jamie cares about you a lot. I felt so strange when he heard about your accident. Maybe that feeling was you.
Dr. Undler: Dr. Frame, may I have a word with you, outside.
Felicia: Well, those were the good old days -- I think.
Felicia: Why don't we move on and see what's next. I mean, your guess is as good as mine. Angelique, come on out here. Oh, yes, yes.
Mac: Get all the pictures you can, Mitch. This is going to be a terrific story.
Barbara: Wait a minute! Stop everything! Stop it!
Barbara: This is an outrage! An absolute fraud!
Cass: You're absolutely right, Barbara. But the fraud isn't with these dresses.
Barbara: These are not the right dresses.
Cass: These are the only dresses that you've ever designed yourself.
Cass: What has been a lie, ladies and gentlemen, is Ms. Van Arkdale's so-called career. Ever since it was obvious to her design instructors and to herself --
Barbara: Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize. Obviously, this man has launched a vendetta against me!
Cass: Ms. Van Arkdale has taken full and total credit for the designs of another woman.
Barbara: This man is a lunatic. He wants to humiliate me, to embarrass me in front of all my friends here. I'm sorry.
Man: What's the real story, Barbara? Who's behind this?
Nicole: I am.
Nicole: I'll take over from here. Thanks. Yes, my name is Nicole Love. I'm responsible for this. What you just saw here tonight were the only things designed by Barbara van Arkdale, and I do mean things.
Barbara: Liar. She's lying!
Nicole: The collection that she was going to show here tonight was entirely designed by me -- Nicole Love. But as in the past, I was to get no credit for any of it. Ms. Van Arkdale here was going to try to pass it off as hers alone.
Barbara: You double-crossing bitch.
Dr. Undler: Is that Lisa Grady in there?
Jamie: Yes. Why?
Dr. Undler: The psychic? The one who was involved in the stalker case?
Jamie: What difference does it make?
Dr. Undler: You authorized her to see this patient?
Jamie: She's a friend of the patient's, and she wanted to be with her.
Dr. Undler: I see.
Jamie: You have a problem with that?
Dr. Undler: Yes, I have a problem with that. I don't like it, doctor. I don't like it at all.
Jamie: Did you have a feeling of some sort?
Lisa: No, not yet, but I'm going to keep trying.
Michael: So are we. What I want to know is, can we go in there?
Donna: Yes. You said she said she shouldn't be left alone, for not even a minute.
Jamie: Sure. Go ahead.
Donna: Ok. Thanks.
Donna: Victoria, it's Donna. Mom. Oh, baby.
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