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Another World Transcript Thursday 11/20/03

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Vicky: Jamie, what are you doing?

Jamie: Move over.

Vicky: This is my car!

Jamie: I'm driving, now move.

Vicky: Jamie, don't you trust my driving?

Jamie: Quite frankly, no. Now move!

Vicky: Oh --

Jamie: Here.

Vicky: Here.

Jamie: Ahem.

Vicky: Just because I had a little accident --

Jamie: Little? You call totaling your car and ending up in the hospital with a coma little?

Vicky: Well, it was foggy that night.

Jamie: And tonight's a blizzard.

Vicky: All right, so we'll drive slowly.

Jamie: Vicky, I'm in a hurry. I've got to make it back to Lisa's in time for her party, ok?

Vicky: Ok, so where are we going?

[Car starts]

Jamie: A few miles out of town.

Vicky: What's the matter with your patient?

Jamie: She's a diabetic, and she's just too old to come out on a night like this.

Vicky: Oh.

Jamie: You have snow tires, don't you?

Vicky: Yeah.

Jamie: Good, because I'd hate to get stuck in the country in a snowstorm like this.

Vicky: Yeah, I know. I'd hate that, too.

Amanda: But I can't be pregnant.

Doctor: Well, you did have intercourse within the past month.

Amanda: Well, yes, but --

Doctor: And you did take a complete cycle of birth control pills.

Amanda: Yes, but I've been under a lot of stress. Can't that throw off my cycle?

Doctor: Well, it could.

Amanda: Well, there you go.

Doctor: Why don't we run the test anyway? Just to be on the safe side.

Amanda: Look, I can't. I can't be pregnant.

Doctor: If you're not, the test will prove it. There's nothing to it, really.

Amanda: Oh, all right.

Doctor: Fine.

Amanda: I can't be pregnant. I just can't.

Felicia: I can explain, Mitch.

Mitch: What's to explain? I mean, anything I want to know about your affair with Cass I can just read all about it right in Kathleen's journal.

Felicia: I'm sorry you found out this way.

Mitch: No, you're sorry that I found out about it at all.

Felicia: It was years ago.

Mitch: Then why didn't you just tell me? I mean, why do you keep insisting that you and Cass are just friends?

Felicia: We are just friends. We are.

Mitch: Not according to this.

Felicia: This part of our relationship ended a long time ago.

Mitch: Oh, really?

Felicia: Yes, really.

Mitch: Then why didn't you just tell me?

Felicia: Well, I -- I don't know. The time just didn't seem right, I guess.

Mitch: The time wasn't right? The time wasn't right? The time wasn't right to tell me something you don't want me to know. Something you tried to hide? Is that it? You and Cass have something to hide from me?

Felicia: I'm not trying to hide anything from you, really.

Mitch: What, did Kathleen just make all this up?

Felicia: No. No, she didn't.

Mitch: Then it's true?

Felicia: Yes, it is.

Mitch: Then you had an affair with Cass. Why didn't you tell me? Why don't you just admit that?

Felicia: Cass and I were both going through a very bad time back then.

Mitch: Oh, great, fine. Look, I understand.

Felicia: Wait a minute, wait a minute. We are good friends. That's what came out of this. We both realized back then that -- that -- well, we weren't good for each other.

Mitch: You could have just told me that.

Felicia: It was a long time ago, Mitch!

Mitch: Ok, fine, fine. Then let's just forget about it.

Felicia: Wait a minute. What are you so mad about? Tell me.

Mitch: I don't believe you.

Felicia: What? What are you finding hard to believe?

Mitch: What am I mad about?

Felicia: I don't -- I don't know. I'm not a mind reader, for heaven's sakes.

Mitch: You didn't tell me. You've been lying to me.

Felicia: Look, I have known a lot of men, ok? Do you want a detailed account of every single one of them?

Mitch: That's not the point.

Felicia: What is the point, then?

Mitch: The past is past -- your past, just like mine. But Cass seems to be a part of the present.

Felicia: Yes. You're right, I -- I should have told you. I'm sorry.

Mitch: Didn't I answer all of your questions about Rachel?

Felicia: Yeah, you did. I just -- I just --

Mitch: What?

Felicia: Figured I -- I don't know.

Mitch: You figured that I wouldn't find out about it. Is that it?

Felicia: To be perfectly honest with you, yes. I just don't understand what difference all this makes, really.

Mitch: It makes a lot of difference to me.

Felicia: Why? Why? It's over with Cass. It has been forever. I -- I love you, I don't love him.

Mitch: Because it's like you didn't tell me, you didn't trust in me. I mean, what does that say for the relationship?

Felicia: Wait a minute.

[Knock on door]

Felicia: Wait --

Sam: Felicia, Mitch -- you guys are busy.

Mitch: No, that's all right. No, we're not.

Felicia: We're not finished talking about this, Mitch.

Mitch: Yes, we are.

Sam: Oh, Felicia, I'm sorry. Bad timing.

Felicia: Yeah. Boy, you could say that, couldn't you?

Sam: Listen -- I'll go find Mitch and calm him down, ok?

Felicia: Be sure you take with you tranquilizers that they give to charging rhinos.

Sam: Come on, it can't be that bad.

Felicia: Oh, you want to bet?

Sam: Felicia, listen --

Felicia: No, it's ok. It's ok, really.

Sam: Felicia, don't worry. Mitch is crazy about you.

Felicia: Ok.

Felicia: Well, one of us is crazy, all right. Please don't let it be me.

Lisa: "Stir in three dollops of butter." What's a dollop?

[Doorbell rings]

Lisa: Oh, no. Um -- oh -- come in, it's open.

Rachel: It's Rachel.

Lisa: Oh, hi!

Rachel: Oh! Hi!

Lisa: Sorry, I didn't realize what time it was.

Rachel: Oh, I'm early.

Lisa: Where's Mac?

Rachel: I think he's coming over from the office.

Lisa: Oh.

Rachel: Is mom here?

Lisa: No, she's not. And I wish she was.

Rachel: What are you making?

Lisa: Bernaise sauce. Do you happen to know what --

Rachel: Oh, no, there are laws about me being in the kitchen -- safety regulations or something.

Lisa: Oh. Well -- I can offer you a glass of wine.

Rachel: Oh.

Lisa: I didn't make that.

Rachel: That sounds wonderful.

Lisa: Ok. I'm a little nervous about this dinner.

Rachel: Don't be. It smells delicious.

Lisa: That looks ok. Oh, come on, sit down. Let me take your coat.

Rachel: No, no, it's all right. I can put it right here. Oh, Jamie's here.

Lisa: No, not yet.

Rachel: Oh, this looks like his jacket.

Lisa: Oh, he always leaves a few things here, just in case, you know.

Rachel: Well, that makes sense. He's here a lot.

Lisa: Yeah, well, it's so close to the hospital, and he works late a lot.

Rachel: And he's madly in love with you. I understand completely. I think you're terrific, too.

Lisa: You do?

Rachel: Of course I do. I haven't seen Jamie this happy in a long time.

Lisa: I was so nervous.

Rachel: Oh, don't be. I don't bite. Besides, I remember what it was like. I've been there.

Lisa: You?

Rachel: Yes, I always wasn't the wealthy Mrs. Cory. When I met Mac, I was living in digs a lot less glamorous than this.

Lisa: And it all worked out, didn't it?

Rachel: We've been through a lot. But you don't have to worry. Jamie loves you. That's all that matters.

Lisa: I love him, too.

Rachel: I can tell.

Lisa: Well, do you have any advice on how to keep this going so well?

Rachel: Well, of course, and I think you're doing -- yes, I do. Always be honest with him.

[Noise]

Lisa: What's that?

Rachel: What?

Lisa: That noise.

[Lisa gasps]

Lisa: Oh, no. Oh! Well, you think Julia Child has this problem?

Rachel: You know, some of us just aren't cut out to be cooks.

Amanda: This can't be happening to me.

Woman: This is positively the last time I go through this.

Amanda: Um -- are you all right?

Woman: Do I look all right? My back hurts, my feet are killing. This kid has got to get off my kidneys.

Amanda: Is there anything I can do?

Woman: Is it too late for birth control? Guess not. Is this your first?

Amanda: I -- I hope not.

Woman: Well, this is my sixth, and the factory shuts down after this one. Don't get me wrong. I love the little darlings, but --

Nurse: Mrs. Henderson?

Mrs. Henderson: My next life, I'm coming back as a man.

Doctor: Amanda?

Amanda: Yeah.

Doctor: I have the results of your test.

Amanda: Well, am I --

Doctor: Why don't we talk in my office?

Sam: I thought I'd find you here.

Mitch: I don't feel like talking.

Sam: Ok. You and Felicia had a fight, huh?

Mitch: Yeah, something like that.

Sam: What did she tell you, that she was Felicia Cory? Sorry, bad joke.

Mitch: Something else, ok?

Sam: Come on, Mitch. You listen to my women problems. It's only fair that I listen to yours.

Mitch: It's nothing. Really, it's nothing. I just happened to find out that Felicia was having an affair with Cass Winthrop.

Sam: You're kidding me -- Felicia was having an affair on you with Cass Winthrop while you were going out?

Mitch: No, a few years ago.

Sam: Ok. Then what's the big deal?

Mitch: Oh, the big deal is that she never told me. I mean, the only way that I found out was by reading a journal that Kathleen McKinnon had left.

Sam: And that's the one Cory's publishing, right?

Mitch: Yeah. I mean, I was sitting in a meeting this morning regarding the very thing, and suddenly there it is, right in front of me.

Sam: All right, all right, all right. So she didn't tell you that. Felicia, I mean.

Mitch: What do you think I'm angry about?

Felicia: We're going to settle this right now.

Mitch: I've been having a conversation with my brother, ok?

Sam: No, you weren't. I'm taking a walk.

Felicia: Sam -- oh, I forgot. Um -- are you busy right now?

Sam: No, of course not.

Felicia: You know my niece, Lisa Grady, don't you?

Sam: Yeah.

Felicia: She's having a dinner party. She needs this dessert. Do you think you could take it?

Sam: Yes, I could, yes.

Felicia: Thank you. Her address is 1322 Tomkins Place. Her name is on the bell, ok?

Sam: Ok, I got it.

Felicia: Thank you, honey.

Sam: It's all right.

Felicia: Now, I want you to listen to me, Mitch Blake. What happened between Cass and me happened a very long time ago. I can't change that. I can't make that go away. Ok, we are very good friends today, but the important thing is I love you a lot. And why can't I get that through your thick skull?

Mitch: You know, I was just thinking about something.

Felicia: How wonderful we are together, I hope.

Mitch: Not actually. What I was thinking about is the way that you were -- you acted since Cass first came here.

Felicia: When Rex came here.

Mitch: You thought he was Cass.

Felicia: All right. You're right, I did.

Mitch: I mean, you made a point of not letting him know we were seeing each other. It's like -- like something you had to hide.

Felicia: I never made a point of that.

Mitch: Why didn't you just tell him?

Felicia: Because his wife just died in a plane crash, for heaven's sake. I was concerned about how he was feeling.

Mitch: His feelings?

His feelings? What about my feelings?

Felicia: I thought that you understood all of that.

Mitch: Why didn't you just tell him?

Felicia: I told you, I worried about how he felt because of Kathleen.

Mitch: How would you feel if I didn't want Rachel to know that we were seeing each other? Right. Well, that's how I feel.

Ada: Jingle, jingle --

Lisa: We're here!

Ada: Here come the elves!

Mac: Hey!

Ada: Oh, Mac, come here.

Mac: All right.

Ada: Hurry up! Hurry up!

Mac: What is it?

Ada: Oh, it's a miracle. It's Rachel and Lisa both in the kitchen at the same time.

[Mac laughs]

Rachel: Very funny. Hello, darling.

Mac: Rachel. Hi, Lisa.

Lisa: Hi, Mac.

Mac: Mmm, something smells good.

Lisa: Well, that's the cinnamon.

Mac: Oh?

Ada: Oh, hurray, apple pie!

Lisa: No, it's roast beef. Felicia gave me this recipe. It's nouvelle cuisine.

Ada: Roast beef. Cinnamon. I never heard of roast beef with cinnamon.

Rachel: I love roast beef.

Ada: Oh, I love roast beef, too, especially with cinnamon.

Mac: That pudding looks delicious.

Lisa: Well, this is Bernaise sauce.

Mac: Ah. Looks --

Lisa: Terrible?

Mac: No --

Ada: I hate Bernaise sauce, anyway.

Rachel: Yeah, me, too.

Mac: Right, me, too.

Lisa: Well, this meal's going to be a disaster.

Rachel: No, it isn't.

Ada: Well, you can't hurt roast beef, anyway, unless you cook it too long.

Lisa: You don't like it well done?

Rachel and Ada: We love it.

Mac: Love it.

Lisa: Well, at least I won't ruin dessert.

Mac: Oh, what are you making?

Lisa: Nothing. Felicia's sending it over from Tops.

Mac: Oh.

Ada: Well, you got good taste in Christmas trees.

Mac: It's beautiful.

Lisa: Thanks for bringing over all these decorations.

Ada: Oh, well, we had a lot left over. When do we start?

Lisa: Well, let's wait till Jamie gets here.

Ada: Where is he?

Lisa: Well, he's probably still at the hospital. I thought he'd be here by now.

Mac: Snow is getting pretty heavy. He's probably being careful on the road.

[Knock on door]

Rachel: Maybe that's him now.

Lisa: Yeah. He probably forgot his keys. Oh, hi.

Amanda: Hi.

Mac: Hi, sweetie.

Amanda: Sorry I'm late.

Ada: Well, there's my girl.

Amanda: Hi, Grandma.

Ada: Hi, sweetheart.

Amanda: Sorry. Hi, daddy.

Mac: Hi, darling.

Amanda: Mom.

Rachel: Hi.

Mac: Where have you been, anyway? Julie Ann said you left the office early.

Amanda: Oh, I had something to do.

Mac: I could have given you a ride over here.

Amanda: That's ok, really. Thanks.

Ada: Mac, come on, help me untangle these lights, ok?

Mac: Oh, I always get stuck with the lights.

Ada: Yeah, me, too.

Lisa: These decorations are beautiful.

Rachel: Honey, what's wrong?

Amanda: Nothing.

Rachel: Well, come on, I know when something's bothering you.

Amanda: No, really, mom, I just walked in the door.

Rachel: Did you just see Sam? Did you run into him?

Amanda: Well, I'm going to run into him sometime. Yeah, I saw him this afternoon.

Rachel: Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I know that's difficult.

Amanda: That's not what's bothering me.

Rachel: What? What's bothering you? What is it?

Amanda: It's nothing.

Rachel: Tell me, please. What happened?

Jamie: These roads are really slippery.

Vicky: Yeah, that old woman never could have made it into the city to see you.

Jamie: Well, she's ok now, though. Lisa's going to be really worried, though. Hold on. Hold on!

Vicky: Jamie!

Jamie: Look out!

Vicky: Jamie! Jamie! And you call me a bad driver?

Jamie: Oh, it's not me, it's your car. How old are these snow tires, anyway?

Vicky: I don't know.

Jamie: I don't believe it.

Vicky: What?

Jamie: Who told you you had snow tires on this car?

Vicky: I have radials and the guy at the gas station told me that I didn't need snow tires.

Jamie: Well, he's an idiot. Radials are not snow tires.

Vicky: Oh. Is that bad?

Jamie: "Is that bad," she says.

Vicky: Jamie?

Jamie: Great.

Vicky: Jamie, why aren't we moving?

Jamie: Because it's snowing outside and you don't have snow tires.

Vicky: Oh, terrific. So we're stranded out here in the middle of nowhere with no place to go and nobody --

Jamie: You calm -- just calm down. Calm down. I saw a store back about a half a mile. I'll walk back there and call the auto club.

Vicky: Jamie, I'm not staying in this car alone.

Jamie: It's cold out here.

Vicky: Yeah, well, I don't care because I'm a chicken. Oh!

Jamie: Why don't you just wait in the car, ok?

Vicky: No. No.

Jamie: All right, all right. Well, just hold onto me, then.

Mitch: Is there anything else to say?

Felicia: Mitch. Mitch, please. You know everything that there is to know about Cass and me. Everything. Please, don't -- don't you have anything you want to say?

Mitch: Sure. What happened?

Felicia: I told you what happened.

Mitch: When were you seeing him?

Felicia: It's all in the journal.

Mitch: When?

Felicia: I told you. It was about four years ago.

Mitch: Why did it end?

Felicia: Is this really necessary to do?

Mitch: Yes.

Felicia: Why? I don't -- I don't question you about your relationship with Rachel, do I?

Mitch: Because I was always very up-front about my relationship with Rachel. I never hid anything from you.

Felicia: How do I know you still don't have feelings for Rachel?

Mitch: Because I told you, I don't.

Felicia: Well, I told you that I don't have any feelings for Cass Winthrop. Now, you expect me to believe you, don't you? Well, then why don't you believe me?

Mitch: Because you weren't honest with me from the start. And every time he wants something, you're willing to drop anything or anyone to do whatever he asks of you. Now, that leads me to believe that you care about him. You care about him a lot.

Felicia: Mitch, please. Cass and I are only friends. That's all. End of story.

Mitch: Right. End of story.

Felicia: Mitch?

Mitch: Look, I've got to go to the train. I've got to go pick up my son. He's coming in from school.

Felicia: You're going to walk away from me again, right?

Mitch: I'm going to leave, yes. I don't want my son walking through a snowstorm, ok?

Felicia: Men. Great.

Felicia: Hi.

John: What's the beef?

Felicia: Believe me, you don't want to know.

John: Sure I do. Trouble's my specialty.

Felicia: Really?

John: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Ok. Can you keep a secret?

John: Boy, can I keep a secret.

Felicia: Well, someone I care a lot about just found out that I had had a -- well, a -- you know what.

John: A "you know what"?

Felicia: You know what.

John: Oh, oh. A you know what.

Felicia: Right, right. Well, this somebody that I had the you know what with is somebody I still know. And, of course, he knows him. And he's jealous, you know.

John: Yeah, believe me, I know what it's like to have a you know what with someone in your past.

Felicia: So, what's your -- what's your advice, barkeep?

John: Keep it in the past.

Felicia: Well, you know, I tried to do that, actually. But, unfortunately, it seems to have blown up in my face.

John: Yeah? Looks like we got a lot in common.

Jamie: Oh, there's a light on.

Vicky: Oh, hurry. I'm freezing.

Jamie: It's locked. Hello? Is there anybody in there? Hello?

Vicky: Oh, no, Jamie. Jamie, look.

Jamie: What?

Vicky: Oh, great, nobody's going to be here till tomorrow morning, and I will freeze.

Jamie: Listen, maybe we can flag down a car or something like that.

Vicky: Jamie, we drove out here for a half an hour, and no car went by at all.

Jamie: There's got to be a phone in here.

Vicky: Can you please hurry? My toes are freezing, and I'm going to get frostbite.

Jamie: Don't worry, they'll probably fall off first.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, that's real funny. Jamie, I'm cold.

Jamie: Listen, remind me not to bring you along on my next disaster, ok?

Vicky: Jamie -- Jamie, why don't we break in.

Jamie: What a good idea.

Vicky: Yeah.

Jamie: You got a credit card?

Vicky: Do I have a credit card? Do I have a credit card, all right.

Jamie: Silly me.

Vicky: Yeah.

Jamie: Silly me. Here.

Vicky: Ok, let's do this. Ok. Where did you learn to do this, anyway?

Jamie: Television.

[Vicky laughs]

Vicky: Oh. It's so quaint and cute. Coat fitters and a potbelly stove.

Jamie: And a phone.

Vicky: Jamie, this stove's cold.

Jamie: And the phone's dead. This is great.

Vicky: Great.

Jamie: Great. Lisa is going to be worried sick.

Lisa: Eggnog, anyone?

Mac: Eggnog makes me feel so Christmassy.

Amanda: You want some eggnog?

Rachel: What's going on?

Amanda: Nothing.

Rachel: Then why are you so darn cheerful?

Amanda: Mom, I'm fine. Come on, it's a party, right? I'll have some of that.

Lisa: Ok, here.

Amanda: Thanks.

Lisa: Jamie tells me you like working at "Brava."

Amanda: Oh, yeah, it's great.

Mac: She's assisting her famous publisher father now.

Lisa: Oh, really? I thought Jamie said you were in the Layout department.

Rachel: She's moved up.

Lisa: Oh. Did I say something wrong?

Mac: Oh, we just don't want to talk about work on a day like this.

Ada: Come on, let's trim the tree, ok?

Rachel: That's a good idea. I'll help with the lights, Mac.

Mac: Well, I think Ada and I can handle it all right.

Amanda: Um -- Lisa, do you have any Christmas records?

Lisa: Oh, yeah, come on.

Ada: Come on, Mac, let's start the lights.

Mac: I'll give you hand.

Amanda: Can I make a real quick call on your phone?

Lisa: Oh, sure, it's right around the corner.

[Christmas music plays]

Amanda: It's her machine.

[Answering machine beeps]

Amanda: Julie Ann, this is Amanda. I have to talk to you tonight. I guess I'll call you later. Bye.

Amanda: Hey, you need some more lights on top of that tree.

Mac: Critic.

Amanda: Grandma, you're hanging that too low.

Ada: Oh, you can do it better?

Amanda: Watch an expert.

Ada: Ok.

Lisa: Yeah, way up there.

Amanda: Ah!

Mac: Oh!

Ada: Amanda ruined the eggnog!

Lisa: Don't worry, you probably improved it.

[Knock on door]

Lisa: Oh, that's got to be Jamie. Where have you -- oh, Sam.

Sam: Hi. I --

[Christmas music plays]

Lisa: Sam, come in.

Mac: Hi, Sam.

Ada: Hi.

Sam: Felicia asked me to drop this cake by.

Lisa: Oh, thanks. Dessert.

Sam: Hello.

Mac: Hi there.

Lisa: We were just trimming the tree.

Sam: It's a nice tree.

Lisa: Would you like some eggnog?

Sam: No, thank you, I don't want to interrupt. Goodbye.

Lisa: Bye.

Ada: Bye-bye.

Mac: So long, Sam.

Lisa: Well, it's a shame he couldn't stay. He seems nice.

Lisa: Amanda? Is something wrong?

Rachel: She's been a little upset.

Lisa: I don't understand.

Ada: Well, she and Sam used to go out together.

Lisa: Oh, I didn't know that.

Mac: She was very infatuated with him, but she's a sensible girl. She'll get over it soon.

Ada: Listen, how long has that roast beef been in?

Lisa: Oh, do you think we should wait for Jamie?

Rachel: I think maybe the storm has held him up.

Lisa: I'll call the hospital and see if he's left yet.

Mac: I expect the roads are getting impassable.

Rachel: You think I should go to Amanda?

Mac: She probably wants to be alone now.

Lisa: The hospital says Jamie had to see a patient in Belleville.

Ada: Belleville? That's way out in the woods.

Mac: Yeah.

Lisa: I know. I hope he doesn't get stuck in the snow.

Rachel: I wouldn't worry about him. He's probably just spending some time with a lonely patient.

Lisa: Well, dinner, anyone?

Jamie: It's still dead.

Vicky: Oh. Doesn't the snow make everything look so pretty?

Jamie: Yeah. Well, it would look a lot prettier from inside Lisa's apartment.

Vicky: Yeah. Well, actually, the snow's just on the surface. Underneath, it's all the same old garbage.

Jamie: You're a real romantic, you know that?

Vicky: I'm cold, Jamie.

Jamie: Well, here, I'll try and start a fire. There's wood right here.

Vicky: So, what do we do now?

Jamie: Well, the way the snow is coming down, I wouldn't be surprised if we had to spend the night here.

Vicky: Oh, that would be awful.

Jamie: Yeah. Lisa would really be worried.

Vicky: Hmm.

Jamie: There.

Vicky: Jamie, that's not letting off too much heat.

Jamie: Well, give it time.

Jamie: This better? Hmm?

Vicky: Yeah. Much.

Felicia: John, why don't you go on home, ok?

John: It's still early.

Felicia: Well, nobody else is going to come out tonight. Believe me, you'd have to have half a mind to come out on a night like this.

John: Which explains why you and I are still here.

Felicia: Well, looks like we're going to have a white Christmas, doesn't it? It's pretty romantic.

John: Yeah. It ought to boost snow boot sales.

Felicia: I'm sure everybody's home decorating their Christmas trees and listening to Nat "King" Cole singing about silver bells and chestnuts on an open fire.

John: Oh, come on, give me a break. If I hear one more bad rendition of "Silent Night," I'm going to puke.

Felicia: Don't tell me you're against Christmas.

John: Christmas? Against Christmas, me? Christmas -- the one retail event of the year.

Felicia: John, why are you cynical about Christmas?

John: One day, Felicia -- one day out of an entire year, people decide to talk about peace and goodwill towards men. It's not exactly encouraging, you know what I mean?

Felicia: Mm-hmm. Yeah, sure, I do. Come on, come with me.

John: Where?

Felicia: Come on.

John: Where?

Felicia: Could I have his coat, please? You're going to help me buy tree ornaments. Thank you. Here.

John: Didn't you hear what I just said?

Felicia: Yeah, I heard you. I'm going to show you that Christmas is not all commercial.

John: Oh, I see. And you're going to prove it to me by buying Christmas tree ornaments?

Felicia: No, I'm going to prove it if I have to put tinsel around your head and sing "Silent Night" until your eyes light up. All right? Get into the elevator, scrooge. Go on. Or do I have to put a stake of holly right through your little heart? Go.

John: My little black heart?

Felicia: Yes.

John: Oh.

Felicia: You know it.

John: No, don't go there.

Felicia: Get in, thank you.

Rachel: I'm sorry we have to leave so soon, but we're expecting Matthew.

Lisa: Are you sure it's not my cooking?

Mac: No, it was really delicious. Everything was.

Rachel: It was delicious.

Ada: Delicious!

Rachel: Next time, it's my turn. Mac, I came over by cab. Is it all right if I hitch a ride with you?

Mac: Yeah, sure.

Rachel: Darling, don't stay too long. I don't want you to get caught in the snowstorm.

Amanda: I'll give Grandma a ride, and I'll be right home.

Rachel: Ok.

Lisa: I'll tell Jamie to call you as soon as he gets here.

Rachel: Oh, I'm sure he'll be right here. Don't worry about it.

Lisa: Ok.

Rachel: Are you sure you're all right?

Amanda: I'm fine.

Rachel: Bye-bye.

Lisa: Bye.

Rachel: Bye, Lisa, thanks.

Mac: Thanks very much. I sure appreciate it.

Amanda: Bye, mom.

Ada: Bye, honey. Bye, Mac.

Lisa: Well, anyone want seconds on that cake?

Ada: Oh, don't tempt me. Anyway, we have to get going. It's been very messy out. And you heard what your mother said.

Lisa: Well, I'll get you some cake to take home.

Ada: Who are you trying to call?

Amanda: Oh, just Julie Ann.

Ada: Oh, must be important. You've been trying to get her all night.

Amanda: No, it's nothing.

Ada: Do you know how long I've been your grandmother?

Amanda: Long enough?

Ada: What's up?

Amanda: Nothing.

Ada: It's Sam, isn't it?

Amanda: Sam who?

Ada: I saw how you looked at him.

Amanda: I was just surprised to see him, that's all.

Ada: You're still nuts about him.

Amanda: I really couldn't care less.

Ada: That's what Mac says, but I don't buy it.

Amanda: What did daddy say?

Ada: Well, that you were having an infatuation, but that you'll get over it. You're not over it, are you?

Amanda: As far as he's concerned, it's over.

Ada: How do you feel about it?

Amanda: It's just so complicated.

Ada: Do you love him?

Amanda: You know, when I first met him, I -- I thought I didn't know how to fall in love. And now I don't think I know how to fall out of it.

Ada: Do you want to?

Amanda: I'm not sure.

Ada: You know, all the women in our family have had such complicated relationships. And we always managed to get through them.

Amanda: Ok. How?

Ada: We never give up.

Sam: So, did you pick up Matthew?

Mitch: Yeah. Where is everybody?

Sam: Don't know.

Mitch: Where's Felicia?

Sam: Ain't around here.

Mitch: Good.

Sam: Doesn't sound like you two patched much up.

Mitch: No, and let's not talk about that, ok?

Sam: Ok, we don't have to talk about that. There's lots of things we can talk about. As long as it's not the Corys.

Mitch: Not that, either.

Sam: So, some snowstorm we're having, huh?

Mitch: It's beautiful. I love white.

Sam: Come on, I know you want to talk about Felicia.

Mitch: No. I don't want to talk about her, ok?

Sam: Then why are you here? I mean, this is where she works.

Mitch: I like this chair. I like sitting in this chair. I'm fond of it.

Sam: Can I buy you a drink?

Mitch: That's a change.

Sam: Yeah. I want something in return, though.

Mitch: What?

Sam: Conversation. Come on, bro, fess up. You can't get her off your mind, can you? Can you?

[Static]

Vicky: This radio must be 100 years old.

Jamie: They didn't have radio 100 years ago.

Vicky: Well, you knew what I meant.

Jamie: Oh, the phone is still dead.

Vicky: Hey, it works.

Jamie: See if you can get some news on the storm.

[Music plays]

Vicky: Oh, this seems to be the only station I can get.

Jamie: Terrific.

Vicky: Look, Jamie, why don't you just have some wine, ok?

Jamie: What's that smell?

Vicky: Oh, it's the beans. I managed to swipe some fruitcake, too.

Jamie: Well, make yourself at home, why don't we.

Vicky: Well, I figured the owner wouldn't mind a couple strangers, stranded, having some Christmas cheer.

Jamie: Well, beans and fruitcake. At least the fruitcake's Christmassy.

Vicky: Beans always remind me of Christmas.

Jamie: Then you're very weird.

Vicky: No, Bridget used to make bean soup every Christmas eve.

Jamie: You mind telling me why?

Vicky: Well, Bridget is Scottish, and it's a Scottish tradition. And then she would have to drag me to the midnight mass on Christmas eve.

Jamie: Which I bet you loved.

Vicky: Actually, you know, it was nice. It always smelled like evergreen trees and incense in the church.

Jamie: Was it hard not being with your family?

Vicky: Bridget was my family. She always made Christmases real special for me.

Jamie: You know, Mac gave me one of the best Christmases I ever had.

Vicky: Yeah? When was that?

Jamie: The first time we ever had Christmas with him and my mom. You know, that was probably the first time I ever felt like I really had a family.

Vicky: And now look how close you are.

Jamie: You see how things can change?

[Phone rings]

Jamie: The phone! The phone! Hello! Hello, hello! There's -- there's nobody there. There was a dial tone at least.

[Phone rings]

Lisa: Hello?

Jamie: Hello. Lisa, it's Jamie.

Lisa: Jamie, where are you? I've been so worried.

Jamie: I'm snowed in in some country inn.

Lisa: Are you all right?

Jamie: Yeah, I'm fine, but I got a feeling we have to stay here until the roads are clear. But you're not going to guess -- you're never going to guess -- hello? Lisa?

Lisa? The phone went dead again! And I wanted to tell her -- I didn't get a chance to tell her how we were.

Vicky: Oh, I'm really sorry. Fruitcake?

Mitch: You're right. No, you're right, I came back here because I wanted to see Felicia.

Sam: I think it's great you want to talk to her.

Mitch: Well, I don't know what to say to her exactly.

Sam: Well, Felicia's pretty good at filling in the blanks, isn't she?

Mitch: Yeah, I just wish she would have filled in some blanks when it came to telling me about her and Cass.

Sam: Come on, big deal. Look, I mean, she had an affair with this guy, ok?

Mitch: And she's always been very open. But -- never mind.

Sam: Look, I think we should talk about this, Mitch.

Mitch: No, let's don't talk about it. What's happening with you?

Sam: Nothing.

Mitch: What about Amanda lately? Have you seen her?

Sam: How did you know?

Mitch: Well, I guess it's that happy face you've been wearing.

Sam: It ain't a happy face, it's a look of shock.

Mitch: From what?

Sam: Not only did I see Amanda, but I saw the whole Cory clan.

Mitch: Where was this?

Sam: Oh, over at Lisa Grady's when I took over that cake. I walk in the door, and there they are, dressed to the nines, drinking champagnes.

Mitch: Well, they're enjoying their wealth. So what?

Sam: It's just a big joke, ok?

Mitch: Look, I don't know exactly what's been going on between you and Amanda, but I did see her yesterday. I'm telling you, I talked to her, she really cares about you.

Sam: I like talking about the weather better. I just need something to take my mind off of that.

Mitch: Want to go for a pizza?

Sam: Yeah, Gino and Dominic's.

Mitch: Let's do it.

Sam: All right. Mushrooms and olives.

Mitch: No, forget the mushrooms and olives. We're talking anchovies here. Straight anchovies.

Sam: Ooh, man, you got it bad.

[Car starts]

Amanda: Fat chance.

Sam: I want this to be the perfect night for you.

Amanda: I just --

Sam: What?

Amanda: I just don't want it to end.

Sam: It won't. It won't end. It's just beginning.

Amanda: I wish it could always be like this. Let's stay here.

Sam: I kind of like that idea.

Jamie: I wanted to tell Lisa that you were here.

Vicky: Oh, it's not that important.

Jamie: No, she could have called Michael and told him why you're not going to be home tonight.

Vicky: Jamie, do you really think we're going to have to stay here all night?

Jamie: With the phone dead and the car stuck, could be.

Vicky: Well, as long as we're here, we might as well get some rest until the road clears, don't you think?

Jamie: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: So, where?

Jamie: Where what?

Vicky: Where do you want to sleep?

Jamie: On the floor. Here, we can use these -- these quilts.

Vicky: Oh. See any flannel nighties in there?

Jamie: Didn't you ever go camping, young lady?

Vicky: Jamie, it wasn't really my style, you know?

Jamie: Well, the best way to stay warm under a quilt is to wear next to nothing.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, right. And I'll freeze, ok?

Jamie: No, it's the opposite. Really, it's an old boy scout trick.

Vicky: Sounds more like an old Boy Scout come-on to me.

Jamie: No, no, no, really. Your own body heat -- it mixes with the quilt and heat comes.

Vicky: Oh. Oh, I believe you. I mean, boy scouts don't lie, right?

Jamie: Not this one. I mean, it might take you a few minutes for you to -- um -- get warm.

Vicky: Well, I hope this works.

Jamie: Trust me.

Vicky: Hmm. Yeah, yeah, I do, really.

Jamie: Well, good night.

Vicky: Yeah. Good night.

Jamie: This isn't so -- so bad, is it?

Vicky: No. As a matter of fact, I feel warmer already.

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