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Another World Transcript Wednesday 9/24/03
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Amanda: Up all night again, weren't you?
Sam: Come on, Joyce.
Felicia: I'll have Ms. Love get back to you as soon as she arrives.
Cass: She'll want refusal rights on all the photos.
Felicia: No, she expects to go into full production right away.
Cass: A press conference? Sometime next week.
Felicia: Yes. No, I promise, I'll have her call you, yes.
Cass: Well, it's a little late for an exclusive, don't you think?
Felicia: Uh-huh? Yes --
Cass: But I'll see what I can do.
Felicia: Uh-huh, right.
Cass: You, too.
Felicia: Yes, bye-bye.
Cass: Goodbye. Guess who that was.
Cass: Only "the New York Times."
Felicia: "The New York Times"?
Cass: The big apple.
Felicia: What did they want?
Cass: An exclusive in the Sunday "Magazine" section.
Felicia: Oh, Nicole -- she's not going to believe it.
Nicole: Believe what?
Felicia: Honey --
Felicia: You're not going to believe the calls that are coming in. We've taken orders from Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdale's --
Cass: "The Times" wants an exclusive.
Nicole: Oh, great. I can see the headline now -- "Budding designer burned by every major banker in Bay City."
Donna: Oh, is that for Clara?
Bridget: Yes, it is. Do you know this is the first real meal that she's eaten in days?
Donna: I know. Oh, Bridget, wait. Wait just a moment.
Bridget: Oh --
Donna: Here, let's do that.
Bridget: Oh, my. That's going to brighten her day.
Donna: Oh, I hope so. You know, she's really been strong through this whole thing with Victoria.
Bridget: Oh, Ms. Clara, you know -- she's a real fighter, she is.
Donna: I know that. Well, tell her that I'll be up to see her in a few minutes.
Bridget: Oh --
Donna: I'll -- I'll get that. Don't worry.
Bridget: Oh, thank you, thank you.
John: I've been at the hospital.
Donna: Why? Has something happened with Victoria?
John: No, no, no, Donna, she's --
Donna: I --
John: I mean, she's still the same.
Donna: Oh. For a minute there, I thought something had --
John: It's the twins. I need to talk to you.
Michael: Not now. I got something more important to talk to you about.
Donna: Michael, you startled me.
Michael: Look, I'm sorry to be so abrupt, but Marley just called from the airport.
Donna: What -- what, she's here?
Michael: Yeah, and you're going to come with me. Now, you -- I cannot wait for you to meet her.
John: What is she like? Is she like Viki?
Michael: Well, same coin, but different sides.
Donna: Um -- Michael, I -- I think you should go to the airport alone.
Donna: Marley needs to be prepared about Victoria's condition.
Michael: I know. We'll both tell her.
Donna: Well, I'm just so afraid that I'm going to start crying when I see her, and I really don't want to make a scene at the airport.
Michael: So what do you want to do?
Donna: I want you to tell her. Besides, you won't alarm her. You're so much better at things like that.
Michael: Well, honey, she's going to want to see you.
Donna: I know that, but bring her back here from the airport, and then we can all go to the hospital together.
Michael: Ok, if that's what you want.
Donna: It is. I'm just trying to think of Marley right now.
Michael: Look, I'll tell her by myself, but there's no way that she's not going to be alarmed. Who's with Viki now?
John: Peter said that he would take the first shift this morning.
Michael: Ok. I guess I'd better get to the airport, then, huh?
Donna: Yeah. And, listen, I -- I think it is a good idea that I stay here. That way, in case the hospital calls or something, ok? But you hurry back.
Donna: So, what did you want to talk to me about?
John: It's about the twins.
Donna: What about them?
John: I need to know if they're mine or not. I want you to know that I've done something about finding out.
Felicia: Now, honey, everything is going to be fine. You just need a little breakfast, that's all.
Nicole: Forget it. I've already had three.
Nicole: Eggs benedict, eggs florentine, huevos rancheros.
Cass: That's an international blend.
Nicole: Yeah, they feed you good when they're turning you down.
Felicia: But, darling, didn't they see the reviews in the papers?
Nicole: I showed everyone.
Nicole: Well, first National thinks I'm brilliant. And the people's trust hopes I'm a huge success. And the savings and loan -- they asked for my autograph.
Cass: A few crumbs, but no bread.
Nicole: I'm too big a risk.
Felicia: But, honey, we have all these orders.
Nicole: "$2 million is a lot of money."
Felicia: And they just said no? I mean, that's it?
Nicole: No, they suggested I get backing from a manufacturing firm.
Cass: But that puts us right back where we started from.
Felicia: Well -- now, wait. No, you could still design your own line.
Cass: Yeah, but the manufacturer makes most of the profit.
Nicole: Right, not to mention owning my name.
Felicia: They can actually do all of that?
Cass: Right down to owning the rights to Nicole Love dog food bones if he wants to.
Nicole: And I can't manufacture a thing, anyway, unless I get that money.
Chad: Hey, Zack.
Zack: Hey, how you doing, Chad? Have you seen Cass?
Chad: Yeah, he's over with Felicia.
Chad: Hey, why don't you stick around, be an audience?
Zack: Oh, for what?
Chad: Auditions. Female singers.
Zack: You think you need a lawyer's opinion?
Chad: Come on, the more, the merrier.
Zack: Right on. All right.
Felicia: Listen, we're going to have auditions. You want to stick around for them?
Nicole: Why not? I'm not due back at the hospital till this afternoon.
Chad: Here you go, boss.
Felicia: Hi. Hi, Zack. How are you?
Zack: Yeah, how you doing?
Cass: Hey, Zack.
Felicia: So, is this the rest of them? Tracy Kellogg -- you know, that sounds a little made up.
Cass: This from the woman who calls herself "Felicia Gallant"?
Felicia: Funny. So funny.
Felicia: All right, let's see. We have Suzanne Silver and Deborah Davenport. Ok. Let's hope one of them can sing.
Chad: Well, according to her manager's letter, Miss Davenport is either the greatest singer to hit Bay City or --
Felicia: Or she's got a lot of chutzpah.
Chad: Well, we'll find out.
Felicia: True. Excuse us.
Zack: So, I heard your fashion show was a real success.
Nicole: Not according to the banks.
Zack: No go, huh?
Nicole: Not even a nibble.
Zack: Maybe you've been fishing in the wrong place.
Cass: Got any suggestions?
Zack: Why not try the obvious place?
Nicole: Who's that?
Zack: Your brother-in-law, Michael Hudson.
Sam: Joyce, come on.
Sam: Oh, stop that. You're going to be sorry.
Amanda: Working, huh?
Amanda: Bet I know on what.
Sam: What? Oh. Oh, who's there?
Amanda: Sorry, boss. I didn't know anyone was here.
Sam: I must have fallen asleep again.
Amanda: What time did you get in?
Sam: Sometime yesterday.
Amanda: You mean you haven't been home yet?
Sam: No. Why?
Amanda: No reason. Guess Joyce is used to it.
Sam: Joyce who? Oh, yeah, Joyce.
Joyce -- ow!
Amanda: I think you had better have some of this before you end up killing yourself.
Sam: Oh, thank you. You wouldn't happen to have any --
Sam: Thanks. What are you doing here so early?
Amanda: It's 10:00 a.m.
Sam: 10:00 a.m. 10:00 a.m.? Oh, man, I was supposed to have the Rothman proposal done by 11:00.
Amanda: It looks good.
Sam: Not good enough. God, I'm never going to make it.
Amanda: Well, it looks like you've got a pretty good start to me.
Sam: Good starts aren't enough.
Sam: Layout, Fowler speaking. Well, where's that photo you promised me? Mandy, call copy. We need a backup on a four-color press run. Harry --
Man: Editorial wants a preliminary layout for the Corman profile.
Sam: Mandy, did you file that?
Amanda: I'm one step ahead of you.
Sam: Yeah, Harry --
Amanda: Janet, hi. This is Mandy in Layout. Look, we're going to need backup if they want a four-color press run. Here. Janet, no, we can't do it in black and white. It's too important.
Man: Sam, I'll be back for that meeting at 11:00.
Sam: Great. No, Harry, not you. I was just talking to Kevin. Oh, Kevin --
Amanda: I'll get that. Hello, Layout? Hi --
Sam: Harry, you can't do this to me.
Amanda: Yeah, just a minute. It's Joyce.
Sam: Harry, look, just tell them we need -- here, give me that. Look, I don't know if you guys got anything better to do, but I need that backup on that four-color press run and I need it now! You got to be tougher with those bozos in printing. Harry --
Amanda: That bozo was your girlfriend.
Sam: That was Joyce? Oh, man --
Rachel: Sam, I need the cut and paste for the Picasso retrospective. I need it by this evening.
Sam: This evening? Harry, look, just -- get in touch with me when you get the photo, ok?
Rachel: Two column, quarter-page, the rest for pictures. Hello, Mandy.
Amanda: Crazy day around here.
Sam: Hold on a second. That was Harry down in printing. They're trying to do a preliminary on that debutante piece, but they haven't got the photo you promised them.
Rachel: They should have. I sent it over by the 9:00 a.m. Delivery.
Sam: Why is this happening today?
Rachel: Bad day, huh?
Amanda: The Rothman campaign.
Rachel: Oh, that's right, I forgot.
Sam: Wait a minute. Didn't your daughter have a coming out party this summer?
Rachel: Oh, that seems like a long time ago.
Sam: Well, yeah. I mean, why can't we just use her photos?
Rachel: You're kidding.
Sam: No, I mean -- well, why not? I mean, one debutante is just as good as the other.
Rachel: I think you might find that a few debutantes take exception to being lumped together like that.
Sam: I didn't mean anything personal.
Rachel: No, I'm sure you didn't.
Sam: I'm sure your daughter's different.
Rachel: You'd be surprised.
Sam: Well, so, can I use her picture or what?
Rachel: Personally, I'd love it.
Rachel: But I'm afraid it would look like nepotism. Sorry.
Sam: All right. I guess we'll just have to wait for that delivery.
Rachel: Listen, if you have any more trouble with Harry, let me know. And I'm sorry about the Picasso.
Sam: Yeah, not half as sorry as I am.
Amanda: Wait, what's the trouble with Harry?
Sam: It's a movie by Hitchcock.
Sam: Yeah, Layout. Yes, she just dropped it off. No, I don't know when --
Kevin: Computers are down in graphics and they're missing page 24.
Sam: Oh, great, just what I need. Look, will you guys cut me some slack? The Picasso piece will be done when it's done! Mandy?
Amanda: Page 24, right here. Run.
Sam: Will you guys leave me alone?
Joyce, I didn't -- I didn't know it was -- Joyce --
Sam: This is all your fault.
Amanda: My fault? What did I do?
Sam: You woke me up.
Amanda: It's all right. I'll explain everything to Joyce.
Sam: Yeah, but who's going to explain this to the Rothman people?
Amanda: Well, you still have about 45 minutes.
Sam: 45 minutes? It's not enough. I need at least three hours on this piece.
Amanda: So postpone the meeting.
Sam: I can't postpone the meeting. It's got to be either the Art Director or the Advertisers. I'm supposed to be ready with this.
Amanda: But you're -- you're so close.
Sam: Yeah, but close only counts in horseshoes.
Amanda: I think you'd better get to work.
Sam: Where are you going?
Amanda: Horseshoes. I'm going to pitch a couple ideas of my own.
Donna: So what have you done?
John: I -- I spoke with a Dr. Alvin Miller.
Donna: Who's he?
John: He's the chief of genetic research at the hospital. I had a tissue test done between Victoria and me.
Donna: John, you had no right to do that. You didn't even come and ask me.
John: Donna, listen, I have to know if those twins are mine or Michael's.
Donna: But why? Why now?
John: I will protect you.
John: Believe me, everything will be confidential.
Donna: John, I -- I could lose everything I love.
John: Not if your father is wrong. Maybe the twins really are Michael's.
Donna: They have to be. I mean, 20 years. I am never going to stop paying for that night, that -- am I?
John: That's why I'm doing this. So that we can both stop.
Donna: No one is going to know?
John: No. Just you, me, and Dr. Miller.
Reginald: Ah, Dr. Miller, I am so pleased you could make time for me.
Dr. Miller: Please, Reginald, the pleasure is all mine.
Reginald: It's been a while, hasn't it?
Dr. Miller: Yes, I guess since the settlement.
Reginald: I was so glad I could help. Malpractice suits can be so unfortunate.
Dr. Miller: Well, that's all behind me now, thank heaven.
Reginald: As much as such things ever can be.
Dr. Miller: I haven't forgotten how much I owe you.
Reginald: Water under the bridge.
Dr. Miller: How's your granddaughter doing?
Reginald: Still the same.
Dr. Miller: Well, we know so little about comas.
Reginald: Is there anything else you can tell me?
Dr. Miller: John Hudson came to my office, just as you said he would.
Dr. Miller: I was able to get the girl's blood sample, just as he requested.
Reginald: And you're ready now to proceed with the tissues?
Dr. Miller: Well, as soon as I can get some lab time.
Reginald: I hope this will help determine the results.
Dr. Miller: I'm sure that it'll be everything you wish.
Reginald: Good. Good.
Nicole: Michael's got enough problems of his own right now without worrying about mine.
Zack: Well, so how's Viki doing?
Nicole: Not very well. You heard she slipped into a coma?
Zack: Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry.
Nicole: It kind of puts everything else into perspective.
Zack: Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, you know, listen, I think Michael would welcome the chance to do something.
Cass: Even if he did, it's not something that he should get involved in.
Nicole: What do you mean?
Zack: This sounds like a good return on his investment to me.
Cass: Your father wants to force you to come to him, right?
Nicole: On his terms. Reginald was backing Barbara van Arkdale.
Zack: And he wasn't too pleased with the way the fashion show turned out.
Nicole: If Michael bankrolls me, my father --
Cass: Your father will go after Michael.
Zack: Yeah, he really wants to destroy him.
Cass: How's that for not getting along with your in-laws?
Zack: I'm sorry, Nicole.
Cass: Me, too, but the money's going to have to come from somewhere else.
Nicole: But where? I'm running out of time and options.
Felicia: You guys ready to hear some girl singers?
Cass: Just call me Billy Rose.
Felicia: Yeah, you wish.
Zack: Sounds good.
Felicia: All right, Chad, we're ready. Come on.
Chad: You must be Suzanne Silver, right?
Chad: Right. And you're going to sing --
Suzanne: Oh, right.
Chad: Everybody, this is Suzanne Silver.
Chad: She will be singing --
Chad: Right. She will be singing "people."
Cass: Ah. I would never pick a Streisand song for an audition unless I were Streisand.
Felicia: Come on. Now, let's give her a chance.
[Chad plays piano]
Suzanne: People people who need people
Cass: I rest my case.
Suzanne: Are the luckiest people in the world where children meeting other children
Amanda: Thanks, Michelle. I'll just take these down to Layout.
Amanda: You wouldn't happen to know which representative from Rothman our Art director's meeting with today, would you?
Michelle: Hmm. I can find out if you want me to.
Amanda: Could you? I need the phone number, too.
Michelle: Sure, no problem.
Amanda: Thanks, Michelle. You're a real lifesaver.
Rachel: Ms. Ashton?
Amanda: Oh, that's me. Hi, Mrs. Cory. What's up?
Rachel: Could I see you for a moment in the office?
Amanda: I was just on my way back to Layout.
Rachel: Just a minute.
Amanda: Like I said, it could wait.
Scott: Mrs. Cory, you don't know where Zack Edwards is, do you?
Rachel: Uh -- yeah -- well, he was here with Mac earlier, and then he left to see Cass about something.
Mary: Who left to see Cass?
Scott: Mom, what are you doing here?
Mary: I had to bring these to Zack.
Rachel: That's who left to see Cass.
Mary: That's what I was afraid of.
Rachel: Aren't you working for Michael now?
Mary: These aren't for Michael. These are my divorce papers.
Rachel: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.
Mary: You're not.
Rachel: Well, maybe I'll see you soon, ok?
Mary: Why don't we have lunch tomorrow?
Rachel: Oh, I'd love that.
Scott: Mom, you want to sit down?
Mary: No, I've got to get these to Zack. He needs them --
Scott: I'll give these to Zack.
Rachel: Don't you think this has gone on long enough?
Amanda: It hasn't been that difficult, has it?
Rachel: Well, as far as an interoffice relationship is concerned, no, but I sort of miss Amanda Cory.
Amanda: We see each other at home all the time.
Rachel: In passing.
Amanda: This is all because of that debutante article, isn't it?
Amanda: I saw your face when Sam suggested that we use my photograph in the magazine.
Rachel: Yeah, well, what's wrong with that? I mean, you're my daughter. I'm proud of you. I would like to see you in the magazine.
Amanda: As a debutante?
Rachel: As anything.
Amanda: Ok. How about as an employee working her way up the ladder?
Rachel: You got it. Just make sure the caption reads "Amanda Cory."
[Phone rings] Rachel: "Brava." Rachel. Yeah. Yeah, ok, I'll be right there.
Amanda: Mom, I know you're frustrated, but just bear with me on this one. It won't be that much longer.
Rachel: I certainly hope not because I'm starting to feel as though I gave birth to somebody else's child.
[Door opens and closes]
Amanda: Hi, Michelle, this is Amanda -- Mandy -- you know who it is. Did you get that name and number for me?
Scott: You sure you're not having second thoughts, mom?
Mary: I don't think I would recognize one if it came up and bit me.
Scott: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Mary: What? You, too?
Mary: Does this have anything to do with Dawn and Cheryl?
Donna: The twins are Michael's. They have to be.
John: It would solve a lot of problems, wouldn't it?
Donna: If Michael ever found out -- or one of the girls --
John: Listen, what did you do with that photograph that you found in Viki's purse?
Donna: I hid it.
John: Good. I can't believe Viki was actually taking photographs. It's just not like her.
Donna: Well, she was. But what does that matter now? Because everything is going to come out when she recovers.
John: If she saw us.
Donna: John, she was on the boat the night of her accident. She had to have been.
John: Even is she saw something, it doesn't mean that she's going to say anything.
Donna: Do you really think she'd still protect Michael?
John: Well, she has so far.
Donna: I know. I know, but I don't want her in the middle of this anymore.
John: Then tell her the truth -- that nothing happened on the boat.
Donna: And nothing is ever going to happen.
John: Yeah. Yeah, tell her like that. She'll believe you.
Donna: I just hope and pray I get that chance. Because if she doesn't come out of this, John --
Donna: I'm never going --
Donna: Oh! Oh, Marley. Oh, I'm so glad you're here. Oh, here, let me look at you.
Marley: How is Viki?
Michael: Yeah, any word?
Donna: No, no. Oh, you just look so beautiful. I am sure Victoria is going to know that you're here.
Michael: Marley, I'd like you to meet my brother, John.
Marley: That must make you my uncle.
Marley: Oh, dad told me so much about you, I feel like I would know you anywhere.
John: I feel the same. Except that I think I have the advantage.
John: You and Viki -- it's -- it's uncanny. It's amazing.
Marley: Yeah, it was to me, too.
Clara: How's my granddaughter doing?
Marley: Oh, Grandma! Hi!
Clara: Oh, honey. Oh.
Bridget: Oh, Miss Marley, it's so wonderful to have you back.
Marley: Oh, I missed you.
Bridget: Oh, my.
Marley: You know, you two have spoiled me rotten with all your goodies and cakes.
Clara: Oh, we just sent you a few things.
Marley: Well, the mailman always wondered why I was so excited to see him.
Bridget: Well, we couldn't have you out there being homesick, now, lass.
Clara: Well, as a matter of fact, I sent them because I did want you to get homesick.
Marley: Now, you tell me, how are you feeling?
Clara: Well, I'm feeling well enough to visit that hospital.
Clara: No, no, no. Viki needs her grandmother.
Bridget: But you remember what the doctor said.
Clara: Yes, the same thing the nurse keeps saying. Don't overdo. Well, fine. I can sit in a chair by Viki's bedside just as well as I can my own.
Michael: She must be feeling better.
John: Yeah, she's getting mean.
Donna: Marley, sit.
Bridget: Shall I make you all a cup of tea?
Donna: Oh --
Michael: That's great, Bridget.
Michael: So, how's my son-in-law?
Marley: Oh, well, Jake wanted to come, too, but I told him we should know a little bit more about Viki's condition.
Donna: Oh, I am so happy you're here. And if anybody can get through to Victoria, I know you can.
Marley: I'm so scared.
Donna: Oh, honey -- honey, we all are. We all are.
Clara: Dear, you've had a long flight, honey. You're tired.
Marley: Oh, I'm sorry.
Donna: No, no, no, don't be. You take all the time you need.
Marley: Ah, well, Michael was telling me about a new treatment that Jamie's using.
Donna: Uh, yes. It's called sense stimulation. It's still kind of experimental, though.
Michael: But it is one of the few options that's open to us.
Marley: Is someone with her all the time?
Michael: Yeah. She needs constant input, so we're always telling her that we want her back with us.
Marley: Well, who's with her now?
Donna: Peter and her grandfather.
John: Yeah, she's getting a lot of input.
Clara: Hmm. Well, I'm going to get over to that hospital just as soon as I can.
Donna: Of course you are, because Victoria needs her entire family.
Marley: Well, has anyone told her that I'm coming?
Michael: Yeah, we told her, but we're not sure how much she perceives.
Marley: Well, I want to go see her.
Donna: Are you sure you're ready, you want to do that?
Marley: Yes. She needs me now.
Michael: Great. Let's go.
Donna: Yes. Let me get my jacket.
Marley: Grandma, please tell Bridget that I will be right back and see her later, ok? I love you.
Clara: I love you, dear. Now, you tell Viki I'll be there soon.
Marley: Ok. Are you going to be here when I get back?
John: Yeah, I'll be here.
Marley: Good. Bye.
Clara: They are so alike.
John: And so different.
Clara: Yes. I just hope that Marley will be able to get through to Viki.
John: I do, too.
Clara: Maybe then we can find out why this horrible accident happened.
Scott: And I was about to kiss Dawn and --
Mary: Don't tell me. Cheryl walked in?
Scott: Yeah, and Dawn gets really upset because she likes Cheryl a lot.
Mary: Well, so do you.
Scott: I should've -- I should've had Cheryl listen to me in the first place, mom.
Mary: She's been through an awful lot lately.
Scott: Maybe that's it. I thought she was going to cry on me.
Mary: I think what you and Cheryl have to do is talk honestly to each other. And it may hurt like crazy at first, but in the long run, you'll be doing each other a big favor.
Scott: You're right. Otherwise, we'd just be playing a bunch of games.
Mary: Mm-hmm. And you can't blame Dawn if she doesn't know the rules.
Scott: Think it was easier when there was just a man, a woman, and a club? Hmm?
Mary: I think probably that was where the expression "not tonight, honey, I have a headache" came from.
Scott: I'll skip the club.
Mary: It's not such a bad idea, though.
Scott: What's that?
Mary: Well, when you really want something, you got to be willing to fight for it.
Scott: Mom, I really, really like Dawn.
Mary: Then I guess you know what to do.
Scott: Yeah. I have to go.
Mary: Yeah. Me, too.
Scott: Come on. Thanks, mom. You always have all the answers, don't you?
Mary: Boy, I wish that were true.
Michelle: Hi. Michelle.
Amanda: You got the numbers that I needed? Ok. Uh-huh. 2-8-9-3. Got it. I owe you one, Michelle.
Amanda: Hi. Is this Mr. Stern's office at Rothman Associates? This is -- I'm sorry. Do we have a bad connection? Oh. No, everything seems to be quite all right now. Listen, I'm calling for the Art director at "Brava" magazine. Yes, I know, but I'm afraid we're going to have to postpone that.
Woman: But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns well, maybe next year
Felicia: I don't know. She's not so bad, huh?
Cass: If "not so bad" is what you're looking for.
Chad: Thank you very much. That was very lovely.
Woman: Thanks. Thank you.
Felicia: You're welcome.
Felicia: Bye-bye. Thank you.
Chad: Bye. Well, what did you think?
Felicia: Well, I think she's a definite possibility, but we have one more girl, no?
Chad: Yes, we have a Miss Debra Davenport, and that's it.
Chad: Miss Davenport, you ready?
Woman: Hi, it's me again.
Chad: Where's Miss Davenport?
Woman: Well, she wants an intro. She wants to make an entrance.
Cass: I feel another disaster coming on.
Felicia: Come on, now, stop it. Now, let's all keep an open mind. Chad, if she wants an intro, let's give it to her. Come on, start playing.
Chad: Very well. Thank you, Theresa.
Theresa: Thanks. Bye.
Cass: That's Chad's sister.
Felicia: Yeah. Let's fasten our seat belts.
[Chad plays piano]
Dawn: Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game
[Chad stops playing]
Cass: Now, that was an entrance.
Peter: "'When was the last time you felt free?' Jason asked his sister. 'I mean, really free. Free of power-hungry manipulation. Free of jealous rivalries. Free of this whole damn family.'" Jason is definitely feeling trapped. Do you realize that he used the word "free" five times in that last paragraph? There's more. "No longer will I be a slave to what's fashionable, a slave to what's expected of me. Father has scorned me for the last time. Tonight, I declare my emancipation." That, my dear Viki, is purple prose. I wrote that when I was 15. That was when I wanted to be the next great American novelist. Sometimes I think it reads more like an autobiography. Hello, father.
Reginald: I thought I'd come and take over for you a little early.
Peter: Afraid I'm going to spill the beans?
Peter: Don't worry, father. You'll win. You always do.
Reginald: You're tired.
Peter: Viki will get well.
Reginald: I've never doubted it.
Peter: And then she'll be able to tell the truth, just as you've wanted.
Reginald: No, I won't put her through that. I'm going to see that John and Donna's little secret surfaces all on my own.
Peter: Oh, you're just the man to do it.
Reginald: You're beginning to bore me, Peter. I thought you wanted to see them pay for what they did to Viki.
Peter: I do. I'm just not sure that they should pay for what we've done.
Chad: Debra Davenport?
Dawn: She was a girl that Scott knew in Paraguay.
Chad: He's behind this?
Dawn: He just wrote the letter, but I went through with it.
Chad: P.S., You're not getting the job.
Dawn: Chad, you didn't even let me sing.
Chad: I don't care.
Felicia: Right. We didn't even give her a chance.
Cass: Sounded like she has a nice voice.
Chad: No, end of discussion.
Dawn: That's not fair.
Chad: What's not fair is wasting everybody's time.
Felicia: All right. Why don't we -- why don't we take a vote? Everybody got some time here?
Nicole: Are you kidding? That's one thing I've got plenty of. Don't ask me about money, though.
Cass: I got nothing planned till next Thursday.
Felicia: Zack, what about you?
Zack: I'm not in it.
Felicia: You chicken.
Cass: Oh, don't say that word around Zack.
Zack: Don't get started. But I do reserve the right to recall a witness. How's that?
Felicia: That sounds very fair to me. Ok.
Chad: Look, I don't want to be the bad guy here, so --
Felicia: Good. Then don't be. Let's give her a chance. I want to hear her sing.
Dawn: Who knows? Maybe I can change your mind.
One song, that's it.
Zack: All right.
[Chad plays piano]
Dawn: Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game
Reginald: All my life, I've never cared what people said behind my back. Didn't bother me what other people thought. But then I met you and all that changed. I wanted to be a part of your life. I wanted you to be proud of me. Michael had different ideas. He's tried to keep me away from you. Victoria, I never meant to hurt you. You must believe that. Everything I've done is to one purpose -- to bring my family back together again. My family -- the Loves, not the Hudsons. I see all the strength and force of character in you that my own children so obviously lack. I've given Donna and Nicole and Peter an empty legacy. But you -- oh, you will know what it is to be a Love.
Michael: Not if I have anything to say about it.
Reginald: I didn't hear you come in.
Michael: We're here now, Reg.
Reginald: "We"? Marley.
Marley: Hello, grandfather.
Reginald: Hello, my dear. I guess no one thought to inform me that you were coming.
Donna: Victoria? Someone's here to see you.
Sam: I'm going to make it. I'm going to -- no, I'm not going to make it. Ok. Where is that?
Amanda: Oh, good, you're still here.
Sam: Good, I'm still here? I was supposed to be in the Art director's office 10 minutes ago.
Amanda: It's canceled.
Sam: I'm 10 minutes late and they canceled the meeting? They can't do that. That's not fair.
Amanda: No, you don't understand.
Sam: Michelle, this is Sam in --
Amanda: Michelle, forget it. Sorry.
Sam: What are you doing?
Amanda: Trying to explain.
Sam: Look, don't you know that my career could be walking out of this building at this very instant?
Amanda: Not if it never walked in.
Amanda: I canceled the meeting.
Sam: What meeting?
Amanda: The meeting. You're not 10 minutes late.
Sam: I'm not?
Amanda: You now have until late this afternoon.
Sam: Late this -- how?
Amanda: Simple. I called Rothman's secretary and told them that I was "Brava's" Art director's secretary.
Sam: You did what?
Amanda: Don't panic. Everything worked out fine. Turns out they're just as far behind as you are.
Sam: You got all this from a secretary?
Amanda: Well, we do have to stick together. Otherwise, you people would fall to pieces.
Sam: Ok. Then what did you tell our Art director?
Amanda: The same thing, only in reverse.
Amanda: Layout, Fowler's office. You're kidding. Ok, I'll tell him. Ta-da.
Sam: Let me guess -- that was our Art director.
Amanda: Guess who just postponed the meeting until 4:00 this afternoon.
Sam: You are a genius.
Amanda: I know.
Amanda: And I think you had better relax before you collapse. Sit down.
Amanda: For the next two hours, you are going to take some time off.
Sam: Oh, two hours off.
[Classical music plays]
Amanda: There. Now, isn't that much better?
Sam: Oh. Oh.
Sam: I guess I was always interested in art.
Amanda: Even as a kid?
[Classical music plays]
Sam: Yeah, even as a kid. I remember when I was 8, my third grade teacher was telling the class about Michelangelo. But, see, most of the kids didn't even know who he was.
Amanda: And you did?
Sam: Oh, yeah, are you kidding? I mean, by that time, I already painted my -- my brother's entire bedroom ceiling.
Amanda: You never told me you had a brother.
Sam: Yeah, I got a half brother.
Amanda: Well, there's another thing we have in common.
Amanda: I have three half brothers.
Sam: Wow. What's the other thing?
Sam: Well, you said we have another -- that's another thing we have in common. What's the first?
Amanda: That we both love Michelangelo. Is he your favorite?
Sam: No, I think I like Titian the best.
Amanda: Oh, he's incredible. You know, the first time I saw "the sacred and profane love," it was like the colors almost had a life of their own.
Sam: Oh, so you've been to Europe?
Sam: Well, that picture hangs in the Galleria Borghese in Rome.
Amanda: No, no, I -- I saw it in a photograph.
Sam: Yeah. It must have been some photograph for you to remember the colors like that.
Amanda: Yeah, it was. Of course, I'd love to see the real thing.
Sam: Yeah, wouldn't that be great? I mean, just go to Europe and stay as long as you want.
Amanda: You've never been to Europe?
Sam: No. Never had the time or the money.
Amanda: I guess a lot of people dream about going there.
Sam: Yeah, but I'm going to make sure that dream comes true. For me, at least. You know, you should, too.
Amanda: Maybe I will.
Sam: Yeah. Because you love art so much.
Amanda: I think I got that from my mom. I mean, the want to travel thing.
Sam: Is that why you -- you're so interested in "Brava"? Because you love art?
Amanda: Yeah, I guess you could say that.
Sam: I'm kind of hungry.
Amanda: Yeah, so am I.
Sam: Wow, time flies.
Amanda: Especially when you're having fun.
Sam: So, what do you want? What should we get?
Sam: Yeah, I'm asking you out to lunch. What do you want?
Sam: You got a deal.
Amanda: That's another thing we have in common.
Sam: All right, great. Get your coat.
Amanda: Wait, I have a better idea. Why don't we stay here and order in?
Sam: Your wish is my command. So, what shall we get? Enchiladas, guacamole, nachos?
Amanda: How about one of everything?
[Knock on door]
Sam: You got a deal. Yeah, come on in. It's open.
Joyce: You sounded so busy on the phone, I thought -- I'd stop by.
Peter: Marley. When did you get here?
Marley: Hi, Peter.
Peter: Oh, look at you. Oh, it's good to see you again. Have you been in with Viki yet?
Donna: Well, we all were. But the doctor came in to examine her, so we had to leave.
Peter: Ah, yeah. I was in reading with her earlier.
Donna: I know. Peter, I -- I really want to thank you for spending all this time with her.
Peter: Well, it's fine. I'll come back tomorrow. I'll come back every day if that's all right with you.
Donna: Of course, it is.
Reginald: Well, I'm sure you all have a lot to talk about. I'm going to go see Viki.
Marley: Um -- I would like to stay with Viki today.
Michael: Honey, you sure you're not too tired?
Marley: I'm positive. She needs me.
Donna: All right, then I'll stay, too.
Marley: Donna, look at you. You are about to drop from exhaustion.
Michael: Donna, Marley's right. You've hardly slept since the accident.
Marley: Why don't you go home and get some rest, ok?
Donna: Maybe you're right. Besides, I think you and Victoria need to spend some time alone.
Marley: I can get through to her, Donna. I know I can.
Dawn: Turning and returning to some secret place inside, watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say mm-hmm you take my breath away you take my breath away watching I keep waiting still anticipating love
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