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Another World Transcript Friday 11/21/03
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Proofread by Ebele
Felicia: You know what? I wish I could sing.
Felicia: Don't you feel the spirit of Christmas? I'd like to just break into a little "Hark! The herald angels sing." Thank you.
John: How about "Hark! The herald angels whistle"?
Felicia: Whistle? No, I don't whistle any better than I sing. Oh, here. Ah, I can't get it.
John: I'll get it.
Felicia: Got it?
Felicia: But, you know, you have a good voice.
John: No. Come on.
Felicia: You do. I remember at the benefit at Tops.
Felicia: Are you sure these windows don't go up?
John: Yeah, I'm sure.
John: They haven't gone up in 20 years. I don't think they're going to start going up now.
John: The heater works, though. Turn that on.
Felicia: Ok. Oh. Thank you.
John: Yeah, just take a second for this little devil to warm up here.
Felicia: Oh, it's freezing in here.
John: Yeah. What you got in the box?
Felicia: This box?
John: That box, the one that you're holding like you've got nitroglycerin in it or something.
Felicia: This is the ornament that goes on top of my tree.
John: Oh, that sounds very yuletide-y.
Felicia: Yeah. What goes on the top of yours?
John: On the top of my what?
Felicia: Your tree. What is it?
John: An empty beer bottle.
Felicia: John, that's so cynical.
John: Christmas does not rank high with me.
Felicia: Well, I think it's about time it did.
Jamie: Ahem. What are you doing?
Vicky: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to turn around.
Jamie: You just turned around 10 seconds ago.
Vicky: What are you, timing me?
Jamie: Every time I try and fall asleep, you start to squirm, and it's driving me nuts.
Vicky: Well, how do you think I feel?
Jamie: Can't you just lie still?
Vicky: Can't you just close your eyes and not worry about it?
Jamie: I'll still be able to hear you.
Vicky: Oh, fine. Great. I'll try to squirm quietly.
Jamie: What's the matter now?
Vicky: You're the one who's complaining.
Jamie: Because you won't fall asleep.
Vicky: Well, I can't.
Jamie: You're not trying.
Vicky: Jamie, you don't try to fall asleep. You either lose consciousness or you don't.
Jamie: Fine. Then lose consciousness, will you?
Vicky: I'm uncomfortable.
Jamie: How surprising.
Vicky: Well, are you comfortable?
Jamie: Vicky, in case you haven't noticed, I am lying on the hardwood floor of a general store in the middle of nowhere. Why should I feel comfortable?
Vicky: Well, then, how are you falling asleep?
Jamie: I am just trying to rest.
Vicky: Well, who's stopping you?
Jamie: You are.
Vicky: You're the one who keeps talking.
Jamie: You're the one who keeps moving.
Vicky: Oh, I'm very sorry.
Jamie: Vicky, maybe you can do us both a big favor and just try to lie still for a while. Please? Please?
Jamie: What now?
Vicky: Did I fall asleep?
Jamie: You've got to be kidding.
Vicky: Oh. Because I just dreamed I was in hell. I don't think I've ever been so hot in all my life.
Julie Ann: I'm sorry I'm late. I got your message and came as soon as I could, but the snow is making traffic crazy.
Amanda: I just got in myself. It's ok.
Julie Ann: What's wrong? You've been crying.
Mitch: Over there?
Amanda: I went to see the doctor.
Julie Ann: The gynecologist?
Amanda: Guess what --
Julie Ann: You're not?
Amanda: I can't believe it. I'm pregnant.
Mitch: She's very nice.
Mitch: The waitress -- she's very pretty.
Sam: I didn't notice.
Mitch: Over here.
Mitch: Look, if you're not interested, I'll make a move.
Sam: Go for it.
Waitress: How you guys doing?
Waitress: Can I get you something?
Mitch: Sure. Couple of beers. Hey -- you did want a beer, didn't you?
Sam: Yeah, beer's fine.
Mitch: What do you keep looking off at?
Sam: I'm sorry. What --
Mitch: You keep staring away.
Mitch: What is it?
Sam: It's nothing.
Mitch: What's gotten into you? We come in here. You don't even notice the waitress.
Sam: Ok, I'll look at the waitress, all right? There. Is that better?
Mitch: Something bothering you?
Sam: One of the first times that me and Mandy met each other was -- Amanda.
Mitch: Want to talk about it?
Sam: No, I -- it's just the guys' night out, right?
Mitch: Ok, fine. Fine.
Sam: The deal was no women, ok?
Mitch: That's fine, that's fine, really.
Sam: Good. We're just two wild and crazy guys.
Mitch: Look, if you're not happy here, we'll have a beer here. We'll go around the corner. There's a Mexican restaurant.
Sam: No, that's -- that's the last thing I need. We used to have Mexican food two, three times a week.
Julie Ann: Could there be a mistake?
Amanda: I saw the test results.
Julie Ann: Well, doctors can do things wrong, too.
Amanda: She didn't do anything wrong. There was no mistake. I'm going to have Sam's baby.
Felicia: So, did you ever read the story "The Grinch who stole Christmas"?
Felicia: Really? You'd have made a great Grinch, I'll tell you.
John: I think I told you, I've spent my last 20 yuletides wandering around the south pacific.
Felicia: Ah. What, they don't have a December 25 there?
John: No, they just don't have one-horse open sleighs and jack frost nipping at your nose, that sort of thing.
Felicia: John, come on. Christmas is in the heart. It's what you make it.
John: Well, so far, I make it to be about 53 bucks worth of decorations. That's what I make it.
Felicia: I'm serious.
John: So am I.
Felicia: You know, Christmas is a very special season. It's full of joy and love and --
John: Listen, those people that we just left in that department store --
John: Were not full of joy and love. They were full of glitz and greed.
Felicia: "Glitz and greed"?
John: Glitz and greed.
Felicia: All right. All right. I'm going to take this as a -- a personal challenge.
John: Look, I call them like I see them, that's all.
Felicia: Yeah, good. Good for you. I want you to go down the block and turn left.
John: Then what?
Felicia: Go out to the lake.
John: You mind if I ask why?
Felicia: All right. How long has it been since you had a Christmas tree, huh?
John: Ooh, boy, now, that's a tough one. I don't know.
Felicia: Oh, John, it hasn't been that long, has it?
John: Uh -- let's see. I think it was probably in Nam. A bunch of the guys got together and made a makeshift tree.
Felicia: It's been that long? Oh, John, that's too long to go without a Christmas tree. Ok, come on. Start driving. Let's go. Come on.
[Vicky breathes heavily]
Jamie: Why are you breathing like that?
Vicky: Who's breathing?
Jamie: Ok, now, just keep your head back and try to relax.
Vicky: Jamie, how can I relax when I can't even breathe.
Jamie: Just don't talk, don't talk.
Vicky: This room --
Jamie: Just don't -- don't -- don't talk. Don't worry.
Vicky: I have something to say.
Jamie: All right, one thing. Just one thing.
Vicky: This room is so hot in here, I feel like I'm inside the oven.
Jamie: It is warm, yes.
Vicky: Isn't there anything you can do about it?
Jamie: Maybe there's too much wood in the stove.
Vicky: Well, I'm going to try to open the window and see if that helps.
Vicky: Jamie, it's stuck.
Jamie: Here. Let me give it a try. Oh, boy.
Jamie: There we go.
Vicky: What for?
Jamie: Did I hurt you?
Vicky: No. No, not at all.
Jamie: The window just kind of, you know, shot up.
Vicky: I know. I wasn't expecting that, either.
Jamie: Yeah, well, at least we've got some air now.
Jamie: You -- you feel better?
Vicky: Yeah, much. How about you?
Jamie: Oh, yeah, a lot better. It was getting pretty hot.
Vicky: Yeah. Listen, Jamie, I'm really sorry I didn't let you get to sleep before.
Jamie: Oh, come on. I'm sorry I lost my temper. It's just, you know, the circumstances of the situation, you know.
Vicky: We'll get home.
Jamie: Yeah, the question is when. Look at it out there.
Jamie: Nobody knows where we are.
Vicky: Hey, I mean, they'll figure out that we got stranded in the snowstorm somewhere.
Jamie: Yeah, right. So maybe I better call Lisa again, you know?
Vicky: Yeah, might as well.
Jamie: Yeah, she'll be pretty worried, you know.
Vicky: So will Michael.
Jamie: It's dead. I can't believe this.
Vicky: What are we going to do?
Jamie: Oh -- we could play a game of charades.
Vicky: Oh, now, that would help pass the time.
Jamie: Somehow, I'm just not in the mood for that.
Vicky: What are you in the mood for?
Jamie: Sleep. Yeah, sleep. I think we should try to fall asleep again.
Man: What's going on here?
Jamie: Whoa! I can explain everything.
Amanda: Hard to believe, isn't it?
Julie Ann: Yes.
Amanda: Yeah, I know. It took me a while.
Julie Ann: I don't know what to say.
Amanda: Well, say something. I need somebody to talk to.
Julie Ann: Well, what have you been doing since you found out?
Amanda: I had to go to Lisa's party.
Julie Ann: Oh, how terrible.
Amanda: That's only the half of it. Sam showed up.
Julie Ann: Oh, no.
Amanda: And I had to act like nothing was wrong, it didn't bother me at all, everything was just fine.
Julie Ann: Have you told anybody else?
Amanda: Not yet. My mother already thinks something's wrong, though.
Julie Ann: What are you going to do?
Amanda: I have no idea.
Julie Ann: Well, people are going to find out.
Amanda: We tried to be careful. This isn't supposed to happen.
Julie Ann: Are you going to tell Sam?
Amanda: What's he going to do? What are my parents going to do?
Julie Ann: Your parents love you.
Amanda: What about him? And if I do tell him, how? How am I going to tell him?
Julie Ann: Just tell him.
Amanda: "Oh, Sam, I know you hate me, but all the precautions that we took, they didn't work." Julie Ann, what am I going to do?
Mitch: Maybe on your half.
Sam: Well, what are you getting on your half?
Sam: Anc-- look, I just want mushrooms and olives.
Mitch: Ok, mushrooms with half olives, half anchovies and extra cheese.
Sam: I don't think they did so much negotiating at Potsdam. Let's just get two pizzas, ok?
Mitch: Felicia would order black olives and then take them off one at a time.
Sam: Wait a minute. You're talking about a woman again.
Mitch: Look, I'm sorry. If it happens again, ok, just -- just hit me.
Waitress: Can I get you guys something to eat?
Sam: Yeah, I'd like one pizza with mushrooms, olives, and a little sausage on that, too.
Waitress: Anything for you.
Mitch: Wait a minute. Wait.
Mitch: Can I order? Let me have -- let me have a pizza with mushrooms and anchovies and extra cheese. Hey, she likes you.
Sam: Get serious, will you?
Mitch: You're not interested?
Sam: No. Tonight, I'm into pizza and beer.
Amanda: I need Sam more than ever now.
Mitch: Who needs women, anyway?
Sam: I'll drink to that.
Felicia: Ooh, John -- oh, this is wonderful.
John: It's not bad. It's home sweet home.
Felicia: Ooh, cold. All right. Good. Ok.
John: You know, I don't know if this is going to legitimately qualify as a Christmas tree. It's more like a Christmas weed.
Felicia: What, are you kidding? I mean, we get a little tinsel on here, a few ornaments, it'll be wonderful. You'll see.
John: No one will ever know it was a tree in the first place, right?
Felicia: Look, Ebenezer, your job is to find the right spot for this, and I think maybe you already have. This looks perfect. Good.
John: It's like the boat was built with this tree in mind.
Felicia: John, you can fight this all you want. In fact, you can -- you can humbug it to death, but I am going to win. I always win.
John: Yeah? You'd probably make me learn all 180 verses of good kind what's-his-name, aren't you?
Felicia: Wenceslas. You know, it wouldn't hurt you to sing.
John: Shh, shh, shh.
Felicia: What? What?
Felicia: I don't hear anything. What?
John: It sounds like -- like chains dragging on the deck.
John: Do you think it could be? Could it possibly be Jacob Marley? Ah!
Felicia: Stop it. Stop that. You actually scared me.
John: Did I scare you?
Felicia: Yes. Now, get over here. Get over here and make this tree straight, will you?
John: Straight? This tree doesn't have a straight. It's perfectly crooked, not to mention branchless and pine needleless.
Felicia: Now, what do you expect? I mean, we got it from the garbage heap behind the Christmas tree lot.
John: Well, the price was right.
Felicia: All right, for nothing, you're going to see. You're going to get a whole lot something.
John: What's that?
John: Good luck.
Felicia: Come on. You never know. I put this up last year, and Mitch --
John: Mitch what?
Felicia: Never mind. Now, I'm going to give you one sprig of this. Go on.
John: Oh, don't -- don't waste it on me. Come on, give it to somebody who can use it.
Felicia: Would you stop it. Put it up somewhere, somewhere right. I'm going to get the rest of the ornaments, all right? Listen, you think you could put some water on for tea? It's a little chilly in here.
John: I don't have any tea. All I have is coffee and rum. I have rum.
Felicia: Ah, rum. All right. Hot-buttered rum? I'd love it.
John: I was thinking more along the lines of plain old rum.
Felicia: What? What's wrong?
John: I -- I was just thinking about something.
Felicia: Rum? Christmas? Or -- or is it maybe your father?
John: How'd you know about that?
Felicia: Well, I know that your father was an alcoholic. He was, wasn't he?
John: He didn't like the holidays much, either.
Felicia: Did you have to spend Christmas sobering him up?
John: I never minded. Never.
Felicia: John -- is that what all this is about? All this humbug stuff? Is it about your father? - Creepy things.- Squiggly things.
John: Well, dad drank, but --
Felicia: But what?
John: Just seemed to drink more on the holidays.
Felicia: Oh, it must've been pretty hard on your family.
John: Well, mom just pretended that it wasn't happening.
Felicia: But you knew it was?
John: He never meant to let anyone down.
Felicia: I'm sure he didn't.
John: I remember one Christmas eve, he went to a catalog store to pick up some presents that mom had ordered.
Felicia: Did he get there?
John: There was a bar on the way.
Felicia: He didn't.
John: Well, that's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? Celebrating?
Felicia: And the store was closed, huh?
John: The store had been closed for hours by the time he got there.
Felicia: So there were no presents for anyone?
John: Nope. Mom tried to pretend that it was all right, but she just couldn't stop crying. Thing is, he never meant to hurt any of us. Never meant to hurt her. He just -- he loved us.
Felicia: You know what? I'd say you were a pretty generous guy.
John: No, he just had a problem that he couldn't whip, that's all.
Felicia: You loved him a lot, didn't you?
John: That's the hard part. I really did.
Felicia: John, you see? That's the part that you have to try and remember. That's really all that Christmas is about. It's about the love. Ok, now, our weed, right?
John: Our weed, yes.
Felicia: Watch this. Oh. Is that magic or what?
John: Ok, it's magic. But if you start singing one verse of "Silent Night," I'm going to throw you overboard.
Felicia: Silent night, holy night
John: Here you go
Felicia: No, I was kidding, I was kidding.
John: I wasn't.
Felicia: No, I was kidding!
Lisa: "To Jamie with love, Lisa."
Lisa: Jamie, I hope you're all right.
Jamie: Breaking and entering. I just --
Vicky: Jamie, what did you expect him to think?
Jamie: Well, he could have assumed that we were stranded in the snowstorm, which is that's exactly what we were.
Vicky: He understood that after you explained it to him.
Jamie: No, he seemed skeptical to me.
Vicky: Well, I think it was nice of him to help us get our car out and on to the road.
Jamie: Well, he did come in handy.
Vicky: And now the roads are all plowed and everything's back to normal.
Jamie: Yeah, well, my luck, I'm going to get a bill from the Sheriff's department for emergency road work.
Vicky: To add to the $100 that you had to give to the general store owner, right?
Jamie: Could've stayed in a nice hotel for that.
Vicky: Oh, yeah, with nice comfortable beds and room service.
Jamie: Oh, well, they do say that sleeping on the floor is good for you.
Vicky: Oh, yeah? Then why is my back aching so much, then?
Jamie: Because you bounced around so much.
Vicky: Look, Jamie, seriously, I want to pitch in for half when we get home, ok?
Jamie: Nah, don't worry about it. It was worth it.
Vicky: Really? You think it was?
Jamie: Ah, yeah. To get home to Lisa, it was worth every penny.
Vicky: Right, right, get home to Lisa.
Jamie: Listen, could you drop me by the hospital?
Vicky: Oh, look, I'm going to Gino's. Do you want to come with me?
Jamie: Well, I'd like to, but --
Vicky: But -- but you have to get home to Lisa.
Jamie: You know, that's what you need.
Jamie: No, no, no, no. You need a boyfriend. We should find you a boyfriend.
Vicky: Now, Jamie, he's going to have to be pretty spectacular.
Jamie: Well, we can find him.
Vicky: You can, huh?
Jamie: Well, sure we can. Let's make a resolution -- a boyfriend for Vicky by New Year's eve.
Vicky: Yeah, I could deal with that.
Sam: You going to leave your crusts? That's the best thing about a Gino's pizza.
Mitch: Not much of a crust man.
Sam: We tried to make it at home once.
Mitch: Make what?
Sam: The crust -- homemade. We got flour everywhere.
Sam: Me and Aman-- I'm sorry. I'm talking about women again.
Mitch: One more time. We had a deal.
Sam: At this rate, I'm going to lose all my teeth.
Mitch: Left some of your olives.
Sam: You're thinking about Felicia again.
Mitch: No, I wasn't.
Sam: Who are we kidding?
Mitch: Not each other, that's for sure.
Sam: So, what's stopping you?
Mitch: What do you mean, what's stopping me?
Sam: Go home. Tell Felicia you've been a jerk.
Mitch: Well, that's great. That's easy for you to say.
Sam: No. Tell her that you're miserable without her, man.
Mitch: That's easier for you to say.
Sam: Look, ok, I'll shut up.
Mitch: You know, you could do the same thing with Amanda.
Sam: No, I couldn't.
Mitch: What do you mean, you couldn't? I mean, there are two sides to everything.
Sam: Not in this case.
Mitch: It only seems that way.
Sam: This is a different story. This isn't like you and Felicia. Mitch, it seems to me that you're just looking for a problem.
Mitch: What do you think, I made it up?
Sam: No. That was an affair that happened a hundred years ago.
Mitch: Not exactly a hundred years.
Sam: Ok, whenever. It's history now.
Mitch: You ever think of writing an advice column?
Sam: Look, I know that I'm shooting my mouth off when I should shut it. It's just that you and Felicia have got a good thing going, Mitch.
Mitch: You know, we said we weren't going to talk about this anymore, but somehow we keep talking about it.
Sam: I just don't want you to end up like me and Mandy. Amanda. Ugh. Give me a quarter, will you?
Mitch: Who you calling?
Sam: I'm not going to call anybody. I'm just going to put some money in the juke.
Amanda: You know what? I keep telling myself that it's ok. Somebody's going to wake me up and it's all going to be over.
Julie Ann: I wish I could do that. I wish I could do something.
Amanda: I just -- I wish I could think straight, stop being so confused.
Julie Ann: Well, maybe things will clear up in the morning.
Amanda: I love Sam.
Julie Ann: I know you do.
Amanda: And I'm carrying his child. But I can't tell him that. Not now.
Julie Ann: It's all right. Go ahead and cry. It's all right.
Amanda: No. I've done enough of that already. I'll be right back.
Julie Ann: Where are you going?
Amanda: Ladies' room.
Julie Ann: Oh, no.
Amanda: It's ok.
Sam: I didn't know that you were --
Amanda: Um -- it was my fault.
Sam: I didn't see you when I came in.
Amanda: Yeah, neither did I.
Mitch: Look, it's getting late.
Julie Ann: Listen, Amanda, I think I better be going.
Amanda: Um -- ok, sure. Good night.
Mitch: I'll see you tomorrow.
Mitch: Come on, Julie Ann, I'll walk you to your car.
Julie Ann: Thanks.
Sam: Are you crying?
Amanda: No, no. I just had something in my eye.
Sam: Are you ok?
Sam: So, it looked like you were having a lot of fun at Lisa Grady's party.
Amanda: Not that great of a time.
Sam: I must have ruined that for you. I'm sorry.
Amanda: No. No, you didn't. Not really.
Sam: Well, my brother stiffed me again.
Amanda: Excuse me?
Sam: He left me with the check.
Sam: I better take care of that.
Amanda: Sam, can I -
Vicky: Aren't you Amanda Cory?
Amanda: Excuse me? What?
Vicky: Amanda Cory, Jamie Frame's sister.
Amanda: Yeah, I am.
Vicky: Well, I'm Vicky Hudson.
Amanda: Oh, yeah. Hi.
Vicky: This is a coincidence. I was just with your brother.
Sam: Well, the check's taken care of, so --
Amanda: Sam --
Vicky: Am I interrupting something?
Felicia: Ok, it's perfect. Now all you have to do is put a little of that crinkly garland around the door.
John: And Santa Claus in the crow's-nest and three wise men on the bow spread --
Felicia: Now you're talking, John. You see? Spirit -- it's wonderful.
John: You are cruising for a major humbug, you know that, don't you?
Felicia: Ok, what are you doing on Christmas? And don't give me any of that scrooge stuff.
John: I don't know. I'm not sure.
Felicia: You're not going to go to the farm?
John: Well, it has been 20 years. I'm sure that my mother would want me to be there.
Felicia: The prodigal son.
John: Yeah, yeah.
Felicia: So, what, you can't make up your mind?
John: Nah, it's just that Mike's going to be there and things aren't real great between us now.
Felicia: Yeah. Would you mind if I gave you a little bit of advice?
Felicia: Never be alone on Christmas if you can help it.
John: I'll take that into consideration.
John: Now, how about you? What are you going to be doing?
Felicia: Oh, I'm -- I'm going to go to the St. Elmo's party for the street people.
John: Oh, that's right, yes. Somebody told me that. You're donating the food?
Felicia: Well, not all of it. Some turkeys and some hams. Anyway, that's what I'm doing.
John: And Mitch?
Felicia: I -- I don't know. After everything that's just happened, I'm not sure.
John: Can I give you some advice?
John: Even if I promise to hang that crinkly whatever you call it?
John: Yeah. Look, from a man's point of view, it's difficult to come to terms with the fact that --
Felicia: Oh, John, it was so long ago.
John: It's difficult to come to terms with the fact that there is this guy who's been with the woman you love.
Felicia: You know, I know he's been with a lot of other women.
John: And those other women aren't hanging around, are they?
Felicia: I think it's completely irrational.
John: Well, it isn't. Not completely.
Felicia: I didn't even know Mitch when Cass and I -- anyway, the whole thing is just silly.
John: Not to Mitch, it isn't. His ego is hurting.
Felicia: Yeah, his male ego.
John: Yeah, that's what it is. And unless you become miraculously enlightened in the next couple of days, you're going to have to live with it.
Felicia: What, Mitch Blake and his wounded pride?
John: Yeah. Listen, a very wise person once said to me, "don't be alone on Christmas if you don't have to be."
Felicia: All right. I'll -- I'll talk to him in the morning.
Felicia: Good voice, really.
John: I know.
Felicia: Listen, I got to get out of here. All right, don't forget -- I want you to put the garlands up around the door.
John: Garland up. Yes, ma'am.
Felicia: You know, if you have a little time before going to the farm, why don't you join us at St. Elmo's? We could use another hand.
John: You mean that you would risk my scroogery?
Felicia: Hey, I bet we can get you to lead us in a chorus of "Silent Night."
John: I wouldn't count on it.
Felicia: Want to bet?
Felicia: See you.
Silent night, holy night
John: Get out of here.
Jamie: Will you -- will you get me warm, please?
Lisa: I'm so glad you're back.
Jamie: I missed the party.
Lisa: By about five hours.
Jamie: I'm sorry.
Lisa: It wasn't your fault.
Jamie: You don't know how much I missed you. I was going crazy.
Lisa: I missed you, too.
Jamie: Was it a nice dinner?
Lisa: Well, nobody got food poisoning.
Jamie: Oh, sounds wonderful.
Lisa: Well, never mind the dinner. Tell me, what happened to you?
Jamie: Well, let's see here. After -- after I talked a Sheriff's deputy out of arresting me for breaking and entering, everything was pretty easy.
Jamie: It wasn't your everyday, basic, fun night.
Lisa: Well, where were you? Were you freezing? Did you sleep?
Jamie: No, I didn't sleep, and, yes, I was freezing until I lit a fire.
Lisa: Did you have any dinner? I've got plenty of leftovers.
Jamie: No, no, no, no. I'm fine, I'm fine. We opened some canned food at the store.
Jamie: Yeah, I was going to tell you before the phone went dead, and then I couldn't tell you.
Lisa: Well, who's "we"?
Jamie: Well, Vicky was with me. She got stuck there, too.
Jamie: Yeah, she couldn't even call Mike up to tell him where she was. He must've been going out of his mind.
Lisa: Well, what was Vicky doing there?
Jamie: Well, we both got off work about the same time, and we met down in the hospital garage, and my car wouldn't start again.
Jamie: No, and, you see, I had this house call to make, and then Vicky let me use her car.
Lisa: Oh. That was nice of her.
Jamie: Yeah, and she said she had snow tires.
Lisa: And she didn't?
Jamie: Well, no. That's why all this happened.
Lisa: Why would Vicky say she had them if it wasn't true?
Jamie: Well, it wasn't her fault because she thought she had snow tires on.
Lisa: Oh, I see.
Jamie: Yeah. Well, any case, I went to my patient's house, but it was on the way back that we got stuck.
Lisa: Were you scared?
Jamie: No, no, I was angry that I couldn't make it back to your party and be with you. How did your party go?
Lisa: Well, you were right about your family. They were very nice.
Jamie: So it went great, right?
Lisa: Well, there was this one awkward moment when Sam Fowler came to the door.
Jamie: Sam Fowler? What was he doing here?
Lisa: Well, Felicia sent him over with the dessert. I didn't know at the time why everything kind of stopped dead.
Jamie: I just heard about him and Amanda.
Lisa: Did you know they broke up?
Jamie: No. How is Amanda?
Lisa: Pretty upset.
Jamie: That must've done wonders for your party.
Jamie: Say, by the way, did the hospital call?
Lisa: Oh, yes. Dr. Fletcher called. He said that Dawn Rollo's temperature is back up again.
Jamie: I'd better give him a call, ok? Oh, what's this?
Lisa: Do not open till Christmas.
Jamie: Oh, you know, I am so glad to be here.
Sam: Hi, I'm Sam Fowler.
Vicky: Hi, I'm Vicky Hudson. So you're Jamie's sister?
Vicky: Well, this is terrific.
Sam: What is?
Vicky: Running into both of you here together. You know, this is great.
Amanda: We aren't -- we weren't together.
Sam: No, we work together.
Amanda: At "Brava."
Vicky: Oh, well, that's fine. I can still invite you both.
Amanda: To what?
Vicky: To Lisa Grady's surprise party. Look, Jamie and I are throwing it together, and we would love to have you both there.
Sam: I'm sorry, I can't.
Vicky: Well, I didn't even tell you when it was.
Sam: That's fine. I have a deadline to meet. Nice to meet you, Vicky. Good night, Amanda.
Vicky: Was it something I said?
Vicky: A deadline? Can't you live when you're on a deadline?
Amanda: Don't worry about it.
Vicky: I'm telling you, a deadline never aced me from anything.
Amanda: Look, do you want to sit down, have some cold pizza? I can't finish it.
Vicky: Cold pizza? Look, I live on cold pizza, and I eat it for breakfast.
Amanda: So do I.
Vicky: Do you?
Amanda: Jamie used to always save it for me.
Vicky: Did he? Well, Amanda, I think you and I are going to get along just great.
Mitch: I thought I was going to have it finished, but I couldn't find anything to top it off with.
Mitch: Looks like, between the two of us, we thought of everything.
Mitch: Yes, it is.
Felicia: I can't believe it.
Mitch: Why not?
Felicia: When did you do this?
Mitch: Just now.
Mitch: It's a secret.
Felicia: Come on. Tell me.
Mitch: No, it's a secret. Wasn't easy, though.
Felicia: I bet it wasn't.
Mitch: In fact, I set all sorts of Christmas tree records.
Felicia: I'm sure you did.
Mitch: What is it?
Mitch: Why what?
Felicia: Why did you do this?
Felicia: Come on. Tell me.
Mitch: Because I love you. And because maybe I overreacted.
Felicia: Oh -- shh. Let's not talk, ok?
John: Oh, what the heck?
Jamie: Well, good. Tell her that I'll see her tomorrow, ok? Thank you very much.
Lisa: How's Dawn?
Jamie: Well, she's resting. I'm kind of worried about her, though. I'm going to see her first thing in the morning.
Lisa: You sure you don't want something to eat?
Jamie: I'm sure.
Lisa: Do you want a drink?
Lisa: Nothing at all?
Jamie: Well, not nothing.
Lisa: What do you want?
Jamie: I'll give you a hint. What I want is absolutely noncaloric, nonalcoholic, and 100% cholesterol free.
Lisa: You're so romantic.
Jamie: You want romance? I'll give you romance.
Jamie: I love you, Lisa.
Lisa: So, tell me all about your evening.
Jamie: Where did that come from?
Lisa: I'm just curious. What did you have for dinner?
Jamie: Beans. Isn't that exciting?
Lisa: Um -- who cooked them?
Jamie: Well, I stoked the potbelly stove, and she cooked the beans.
Lisa: What else did Vicky do?
Lisa: Come on. Tell me.
Jamie: All right, I will. She made me realize how much I missed you.
Vicky: Why did we eat all of that?
Amanda: You said you were hungry.
Vicky: Yeah, well, you said you weren't.
Amanda: Well, I wasn't. I guess I just felt a little empty. Maybe it's because --
Vicky: Because of what?
Amanda: Oh, nothing. I'm just not very good at staying on diets, that's all.
Vicky: Oh, me, neither. You know, when I weigh myself in the morning, if by some fluke I happen to have lost a couple pounds, I say, "oh, great, I can have dessert today."
Amanda: I do the same thing.
Vicky: Yeah, that's why the weight stays on me.
Amanda: I'm glad you stopped by, Vicky.
Vicky: Really? So we could, what, break our diets together?
Amanda: No. You made me smile. I needed to do that.
Vicky: That guy was your boyfriend, wasn't he?
Amanda: He was.
Vicky: And he's not anymore?
Amanda: Right now, he's a lot more than that.
Vicky: Oh, really? Well, then, I wouldn't let him go.
Amanda: You leaving?
Vicky: Yes. I have got to get home to my dad. But, Amanda, it was great talking to you. Maybe we should do it again sometime.
Amanda: It was nice talking to you, too. Bye.
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