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Another World Transcript Tuesday 11/25/03

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Felicia: Hi. What, you? You're out shopping?

Mitch: Wonders never cease. What are you doing?

Felicia: It's for Lisa's party. Who's that for?

Mitch: It's nothing. Nothing. You'll have to wait until Christmas.

Felicia: Come on. Give me a hint, Mitch, come on.

Mitch: No. No.

Felicia: Mitch, come on.

Mitch: Is that an ok hint?

Felicia: Yeah. Maybe I could use one more little hint, you know. Aren't you glad we made up last night?

Mitch: Want to fight again?

Felicia: Why?

Mitch: So we can make it up all over again.

Felicia: Oh, what a good idea. You're so smart.

[Phone rings]

Felicia: Oh, boy. Hello.

Cass: Hello, gorgeous. Have I got a proposition for you.

Vicky: Adam, great! The cake.

Jamie: Hey, Adam, thanks for bringing the cake.

Adam: Hey, no problem. Looks like things are going really well here.

Vicky: Oh, no, no, no. Complete chaos.

Adam: Well, I don't know. It looks like you've got things under control.

Jamie: And Vicky's doing a great job here, isn't she?

Vicky: Oh, he just gives me so many compliments I just don't know what to do.

Adam: No, I guess it depends on what a girl wants to do, huh?

Jamie: Listen, Adam, could you take over for me here? I've got to make a phone call, check up on a patient of mine.

Adam: Sure, sure.

Vicky: Oh, Jamie, there's a phone right over there.

Jamie: No, I'll use the one in the bedroom, thanks.

Vicky: I wish I knew this patient he was so concerned about.

Adam: Why?

Vicky: Well, it's just made him so uptight. I wonder if it's a woman.

Adam: Now, why would you care about a thing like that?

Rachel: Oh, honey, I know how upset you are.

Amanda: You don't understand.

Rachel: I'm just glad to see you loosening up and having a good cry. I know how much Sam meant to you.

Amanda: No, it's so much more than that.

Rachel: Honey, whatever you tell me, I'll survive.

Amanda: It's going to kill Dad.

Rachel: What? Amanda, what on earth is going on? You tell me what's wrong.

Amanda: Mom, I -- I tried. I'm sorry, I can't. I can't.

Rachel: You stop right there, young lady.

Rachel: Amanda, whatever it is, no matter how horrible, you have to tell me what's wrong --

Amanda: Mom --

Rachel: Right now.

Amanda: All right.

Mac: Everybody in here? Hi, sweetie.

Amanda: Hi.

Mac: Hey.

Amanda: You're home early.

Mac: I'm playing hooky. Your mother said you were feeling bad.

Amanda: No, no, I'm fine. I got home and I started to feel better. Thanks.

Mac: Sure? Good. Feel good enough to go to Lisa's surprise party tonight?

Amanda: Oh, I'm not really sure.

Mac: Well, I think it'd be good for you. You know, get out with people your own age, do some dancing, have a good time. Your mother and I have a dinner date on our way to the airport.

Rachel: You could come, too.

Mac: Yeah, of course. Sure.

Amanda: You two made up?

Rachel: Yeah.

Amanda: Oh, that's great.

Mac: Sure is. And I'm taking her to New York for a couple of days.

Rachel: I haven't had a chance to tell her that.

Mac: Will you be all right, darling?

Amanda: Yeah, I'll be fine.

Mac: Look, I know you're still feeling bad about Sam, but I honestly think we're all better off with him out of our personal lives.

Amanda: Yeah.

Mac: Now we can move on to happier times, huh? So, shall I make two reservations or three at Tops?

Amanda: Oh, just two for you and Mom.

Mac: You sure?

Amanda: Positive.

Mac: Oh, yeah. Lisa's party.

Amanda: Yeah.

Mac: Now, listen, I've left word with Helen where we are. You call us if anything, there's anything you want, all right, and we'll see you in a couple of days.

Amanda: Yeah.

Mac: And you feel better, all right? Get out and do something for fun. Bye, honey. Ready?

Rachel: A few more minutes.

Amanda: Really, I want you to go and have a wonderful time in New York City. And we'll talk when you get back.

Rachel: I don't think so.

Amanda: It can wait, really.

Rachel: Amanda, something is wrong, very wrong, and I want you to tell me what it is now.

Adam: I got it.

Vicky: Perfect. Oh, this place is so beautiful, I feel like we're throwing a party for the president.

Adam: Especially if the president's name is Lisa.

Vicky: Yeah, yeah. Well, Lisa's going to love it, and so is Jamie. You know, I wonder what's taking him so long on the phone.

Adam: Oh, yeah. Oh, he's just -- he's probably worrying about that attractive female patient of his.

Vicky: Oh, cut it out. I was just curious if it was a woman, that's all.

Adam: Could be. You know, they make up 50% of the population.

Vicky: Really? Hmm.

Adam: Yeah. And you know what they say --

Vicky: No, no. Tell me, what do they say?

Adam: Well, that all young women get crushes on their doctors, especially if the doctors are young, good-looking, and rich.

Vicky: Hmm, well, I'm not the type to get crushes.

Adam: Oh, no? What type are you?

Vicky: Well, the type who only settles for the real thing.

Adam: All or nothing?

Vicky: Uh-huh, that's me.

Adam: Oh, that's not a bad way to go.

Vicky: Uh-uh. It's the only way to go.

Adam: You know, this is really a great idea you had to throw this party.

Vicky: Thanks.

Adam: And, well, with Lisa being such a sweetheart and all --

Vicky: Yeah, yeah. Everyone seems to love her.

Adam: You know, Jamie deserves a little happiness, you know?

Vicky: Why is that?

Adam: Well, he's had a little bad luck with women lately.

Vicky: Really?

Adam: Yeah. But this one looks like it's really going to work. Isn't that great?

Vicky: Swell. You know, the way I see it, love should always win out.

Adam: Well, great. Then we agree. Right?

Cass: What's the matter?

Felicia: Nothing.

Cass: Oh, come on, then. Lighten up, will you?

Felicia: Ok. Not now, though, all right?

Cass: Well, we have to talk. This is a great deal, honey.

Felicia: Fine. Just not on the phone, ok? Bye-bye. Maybe we should unplug it?

Mitch: Sure, if you want.

Felicia: Yeah, well, maybe not.

Mitch: I thought we made up last night.

Felicia: We did. I'm very happy about that.

Mitch: What's wrong?

Felicia: Nothing. Nothing's wrong, really.

Mitch: Come on.

Felicia: Mitch --

Mitch: Tell me what's wrong.

Felicia: All right. It's just that I keep wondering if you're still upset about what was in Kathleen's journal.

Mitch: You mean about you and Cass? The grand, wild fling?

Felicia: It was never grand and it was never wild. It was -- well, it was more like a --

Mitch: Ok. That's fine.

Felicia: It's still bothering you, isn't it?

Mitch: Well, let me put it this way. I know more about you and Winthrop than I wanted to know.

Felicia: And that's pretty awful, right?

Mitch: Well, it's not that I didn't think you'd been with men before. It's just that now I know the details.

Felicia: Yeah. Now you know.

Mitch: And I would have preferred not finding out about certain things by reading in a journal.

Felicia: I swear to you I was going to tell you everything.

Mitch: Ok. That's in the past, but let's talk about now. Let's talk about the future. Our future.

Felicia: Well, I like the way that sounds.

Our future? Really?

Mitch: Yeah. This time will be ours. Start thinking about some of the time that I spent in jail, and I think sometimes it's time for a change.

Felicia: I tell you what, let's make this the best one ever. Let's throw a wonderful, fabulous New Year's eve party and invite all our friends.

Mitch: Maybe.

Felicia: What? What are you thinking about?

Mitch: I've spent a lot of my life wandering around, I mean, apartments and motels and hotels and boarding houses and having no roots, and I've just been thinking that it's time for a change, something different.

Felicia: What are you saying?

Mitch: I'd like a house.

Felicia: A house? Like -- like a picket fence and cocker spaniels and crabgrass kind of house?

Mitch: Yeah, you know, with flowers all around it, like a home.

Felicia: You're kidding. You are kidding. This is a home. This is a perfect home.

Mitch: No. This is a hotel.

Felicia: Oh, but, Mitch, I mean, this is room service, and this is a maid coming in and turning down the bed every day, and this is sending my clothes downstairs to the cleaners --

Mitch: Yes, I know, I understand that, and it's all very nice, and I know there is a difference between us.

Felicia: Yeah. I guess, a little.

Mitch: We'll talk about it later.

Felicia: Right. We'll talk about it later. Ok?

[Knock on door]

Mitch: What is that?

Felicia: Who is it?

Cass: It's Cass. Can I come in?

Mitch: Why is it that I'm not surprised?

Scott: I am prince charming, and I'm here to kiss sleeping beauty.

Dawn: Well, you sure came to the wrong room.

Scott: What's the matter? You all right? You want me to call the nurse? Where's the button at?

Dawn: No, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. I just wish it didn't hurt so much. Scott, they are beautiful. Thank you.

Scott: Oh, the nurse gave me a vase to put them in. They're kind of nice, aren't they?

Dawn: They're perfect.

Scott: Listen, I don't like the sound of that cough.

Dawn: Tell me about it. Jamie thinks I have pneumonia.

Scott: Pneumonia?

Dawn: Don't worry. I'm going to be fine. I promise.

Scott: I am a lawyer now. I'll need that promise in writing.

Dawn: You got it. I just wish I weren't in this place.

Scott: I know you hate it.

Dawn: Who knows? I might just catch another bug just by being in here.

Chad: Hello, beautiful.

Scott: Hey, Chad.

Chad: Scott, how are you?

Scott: Good.

Chad: How you doing?

Dawn: The day is getting better. Handsome men and lots and lots of flowers.

Chad: That's nice. Look what the nurse gave me, this great vase. What do you think?

[Scott and Dawn chuckle]

Chad: What?

Scott: Looks kind of familiar. I think they're standard hospital issue.

Chad: Yeah. Right.

Dawn: Chad, it doesn't matter. I love the flowers.

Chad: Good. Well, then, we'll make sure you take them home with you.

Dawn: What? I'm going to get out of here?

Scott, and Chad: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Chad: You just take it easy. I meant when you're better and can go home.

Scott: She's anxious to get out of this place, Chad.

Dawn: Yeah. I can't even sleep here. They keep taking my temperature and sticking me with needles and --

Chad: Still no better?

Dawn: You know, I am just getting tired of telling you, ok? I'm going to be fine.

Chad: Sure, you are. We know that. Scott, could I spend a couple of minutes with Dawn alone, please?

Scott: Yeah, sure.

Chad: Thanks.

Dawn: What's the matter?

Chad: What, can't a guy talk to his sister alone?

Dawn: You've got that look on your face, like it's something that's heavy duty.

Chad: Look, Dawn, Jamie Frame is a nice guy and all, but I've been thinking maybe we should get you a specialist.

Dawn: Oh, Chad, I am not that sick.

Chad: Why doesn't he tell you what's wrong with you, then?

Dawn: He did. He said that I had pneumonia.

Chad: Oh, sure. And he just keeps testing. That's all the guy ever does.

Dawn: That's what doctors do.

Chad: It's more than that.

Dawn: What?

Chad: Well, he's like -- he's fishing around, asking a lot of dumb questions.

Dawn: Well, good thing he didn't pull out an ouija board. Then that's when you're going to have to worry -- excuse me.

Chad: Look, I'm not doing this right here.

Dawn: What?

Chad: I just got to ask you something.

Dawn: Will you just ask me?

Chad: Ok. Jamie wanted to know about the people you used to hang around with in New York, if any of them ever shot drugs.

Dawn: No!

Chad: All right. I'm sorry I had to ask. I just had to ask.

Dawn: Why did you want to know that?

Cass: Hi.

Felicia: Hi.

Cass: Oh. Let me guess. I've come at a bad time.

Mitch: Nothing unusual.

Cass: Yeah, well, I'll come back later.

Felicia: No, no, you don't. Ok. What do you want?

Cass: Well, I would have told you on the phone earlier, but you kind of put a damper on that.

Mitch: It was Cass on the phone?

Felicia: Yeah, but it was nothing.

Cass: Are you kidding? You didn't even give me a chance to tell you how great this is.

Felicia: I meant -- I mean, all I really meant was that -- what is it, Cass?

Cass: I've invested in Nicole's company.

Felicia: With what?

Cass: With the advance on Kathleen's memoirs. We're partners now.

Felicia: Oh. Oh, that's terrific.

Cass: Yeah, in fact, Nicole is out looking for work space as we speak.

Felicia: Great!

Cass: And we also have a job for you.

Felicia: And what do you want me to do?

Cass: Well, we go to Monte Carlo, I want you to be the commentator.

Felicia: Me?

Cass: Yeah. Even in France they know Felicia Gallant.

Felicia: You really want me to go to France with you, really?

Cass: Well, it's better than where you usually tell me to go.

Felicia: Oh, Mitch, that's really something, isn't it? France?

Cass: So, pack your bags, baby. We're on the Riviera. Well, not today, of course.

Felicia: Mitch?

Mitch: I've got to go.

Felicia: What? Oh.

Mitch: I'm taking Matthew to a hockey game.

Felicia: But what about Lisa's party?

Mitch: Well, we've already made plans. I'm sorry.

Felicia: Mitch, I don't want you to leave like this.

Mitch: I'm all right. Are you?

Felicia: Yeah, of course I am. I will see you later tonight, right?

Mitch: Sure. So long, Cass.

Cass: Oh, right, yeah. Enjoy the hockey game, Mitch.

Felicia: Bye.

Mitch: Bye.

Felicia: Well, Monte Carlo. That's great.

Cass: Ok, drop the act. Mitch is still having a problem with you and me, right?

Vicky: I hope Jamie's ok. I wonder if he had to go back to the hospital.

Adam: Relax, relax, will you?

Vicky: Oh, I'm perfectly fine.

Adam: He'll be here. He's not going to miss this party.

Vicky: Oh, really?

Adam: No way. He loves Lisa far too much to let anything interfere.

Vicky: Right.

Adam: Say, I don't suppose you're very busy next week, are you?

Vicky: Oh, well, I only volunteer at the hospital a couple days of a week.

Adam: No, no, no, no. I'm talking about Christmas. You know, like parties and dinners and things like that.

Vicky: Oh, no, not really.

Adam: What? Vicky Hudson, sitting at home by the fire, reading a book, knitting?

Vicky: All right, Adam. I could go out if I wanted to.

Adam: So your time isn't too tight?

Vicky: Is this an interrogation or something? What are you --

Adam: The Police department annual biggie is next week, and I thought maybe you and I could go and sort of stir things up a little bit.

Vicky: Police department annual Christmas party?

Adam: It's a lot more fun than you think it is, trust me.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: Oh, trust you.

[Knock on door]

Jamie: Who is that?

Vicky: Oh, Jamie, I'm finally glad you came down.

Jamie: What if it's Lisa?

Adam: Relax. It's Cheryl. Hi!

Cheryl: Hi, Adam. How are you doing?

Adam: How are you? Long time no see. Come in.

Sam: Hey.

Adam: Hi. Come on in.

Cheryl: Oh, wow. Look at this place. It looks great.

Sam: Beautiful.

Adam: Adam Cory.

Sam: Sam Fowler.

Adam: You're the fellow who works for my uncle, is that right?

Sam: Yeah, Mac Cory.

Adam: Yeah, I've heard your name around the house lately.

Sam: Yeah, I'll bet.

Adam: Mm-hmm. Now listen, you can put your coats in the office. It's right over there.

Cheryl: Ok, thanks, Adam.

[Doorbell rings]

Adam: Good to see you guys. Hi! Come on in.

Man: Hi. I'm Ed. Nice to see you.

Adam: Hi, Ed.

Woman: Hi. Melanie.

Adam: Come on in.

Cheryl: Lisa is going to love this!

Vicky: Oh, thanks. Speaking of Lisa, she's going to be here any minute, and we have to get places for everyone to hide.

Cheryl: Look, I hope it's ok I brought Sam.

Vicky: Oh, sure. The more the merrier. Let's go over here, ok?

Jamie: Although I doubt Amanda will think so.

Amanda: I love him, and he loved me. We tried to be careful.

Rachel: Honey, I don't understand what you're getting at.

Amanda: We weren't irresponsible.

Rachel: Just tell me, Amanda.

Amanda: I'm pregnant.

Felicia: Ok, you're right. Mitch obviously has a problem with us.

Cass: But didn't you explain?

Felicia: Of course I did, but it was too late.

Cass: How? I gave you all those pages from the journal, the ones about us.

Felicia: He found them.

Cass: And read them?

Felicia: Many times.

Cass: Oh, the poor guy.

Felicia: You don't have to gloat. I sat him down. I wanted to tell him the whole story, you know, the real story of what happened.

Cass: How it was many years ago --

Felicia: How it was many years ago, and, well, I wanted to tell him before he read about it all.

Cass: It just didn't do it for him, though.

Felicia: "Do it for him"? He walked out on me. I didn't think I was ever going to see him again.

Cass: Well, obviously, you were wrong.

Felicia: You know what he did last night?

Cass: What?

Felicia: He was here in the apartment waiting for me. He put up this Christmas tree with all the decorations on it.

Cass: Oh, that's a nice touch.

Felicia: Well, I thought everything was wonderful again.

Cass: And then I showed up.

Felicia: No, no -- you called first, then you showed up.

Cass: Well, I'm sorry.

Felicia: You should be sorry. In fact, you know what?

Cass: What?

Felicia: I ought to blame this whole thing on you.

Cass: Ok, go ahead. I don't mind being your whipping boy.

Felicia: I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Cass: Things seldom are these days.

Felicia: Oh.

Cass: Come on, talk to me.

Felicia: I don't know.

Cass: I think you do.

Felicia: I love him.

Cass: No kidding.

Felicia: No, it's just that we're different.

Cass: Felicia, didn't you ever study anatomy in high school?

Felicia: Cass --

Cass: I'll be good.

Felicia: What I'm trying to say is that we're worlds, worlds different. I mean, think about it -- we make a pretty odd couple.

Cass: Mm-hmm, yeah. But opposites attract.

Felicia: Oh, shut up. Do you know what he was talking about before, before you came in?

Cass: Surprise me.

Felicia: You ready?

Cass: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Settling down.

Cass: You're kidding.

Felicia: No, I'm not kidding. He wants a house.

Cass: Ugh. A house?

Felicia: A house.

Cass: Like a house house?

Felicia: A house house.

Cass: A lawn mower?

Felicia: A lawn mower.

Cass: Barbecue aprons that say "for this I went to college?"

Felicia: Yes, yes, all of it.

Cass: Oh, honey, this is a lot more serious than I thought, really.

Felicia: It is serious, I'm not kidding. I mean, I don't want to settle down like that, not that way, do I? No!

Cass: Well, maybe not, but, you know --

Felicia: I mean, do I look like the type that would nest in the suburbs?

Cass: Can I say something here?

Felicia: What?

Cass: I felt the same way that you do, for a long, long time.

Felicia: Oh, Cass, please.

Cass: No, listen to me. Listen to me. I thought I'd never change. I'd always be a free spirit. And then Kathleen came along.

Felicia: Honey, you and Kathleen never settled down. You traveled the world, for heaven's sake.

Cass: Not my point. My point is if the right person comes into your life, don't sweat the small stuff. Don't let the details get in the way. Work at it.

Felicia: He did say we would talk about it.

Cass: Well, great. Then do that.

Felicia: Really?

Cass: Really. If you love this guy the way I think you love this guy --

[Felicia sighs]

Cass: Don't even risk letting go, not ever. Nothing is worth that.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: Come in! The door's open!

Lisa: Vicky?

Vicky: Yeah.

Lisa: We better hurry. I don't think they'll hold our reservation.

Vicky: Ok. I'm just putting on my shoes. Why don't you turn on a light and make yourself at home.

Lisa: Ok.

All: Surprise!

Jamie: Happy birthday!

Man: Happy birthday! Yay!

Lisa: This is terrible!

Cheryl: You want a surprise, look at her!

Lisa: You better believe I am!

Adam: And you call yourself a psychic!

Lisa: You did this!

Jamie: Well, I had a little bit of help.

Lisa: Vicky, you never said a word!

Vicky: Lisa, it's a surprise party. That's the whole point.

Lisa: Oh, you're awful!

Vicky: I'll get you a drink, ok?

Lisa: Ok, thanks!

Sam: Everything looks marvelous, Victoria.

Adam: I think she was completely bowled away.

Vicky: Yeah, me, too. We did a good job, didn't we?

Cheryl: They're crazy about each other. Isn't that nice?

Sam: Yeah. That's nice.

Rachel: You're pregnant? Are you sure? Have you seen a doctor?

Amanda: I couldn't believe it either.

Rachel: I thought you said you were using birth control.

Amanda: I did. Something went wrong.

Rachel: I'll say. With Sam Fowler's child.

Amanda: I love him.

Rachel: Oh, honey. All right. It'll be all right. I'll make it all right somehow.

Amanda: I'm sorry.

Rachel: I love you.

Amanda: I should have told you sooner.

Rachel: It's ok, sweetie. I'll always love you.

Amanda: I know how much it would upset Dad. He hates Sam anyway.

Rachel: What have you done about Sam?

Amanda: Nothing. I don't know.

Rachel: Are you going to marry him?

Amanda: Well, it's kind of hard to marry somebody that doesn't want to stay in the same room as you, you know.

Rachel: You haven't told him about this?

Amanda: I can't, not knowing the way he feels about me now.

Rachel: Yes, but he said he loved you before, right?

Amanda: Not in so many words.

Rachel: Well, he loved you enough to get you pregnant.

Amanda: Mom, it's not his -- I can't force him to do anything, not like this. He'll hate me.

Rachel: You don't need him.

Amanda: What?

Rachel: Amanda, you're only 18. We're your family. We'll take care of you and your baby.

Amanda: Mom, I -- I don't know.

Rachel: This is a different time. You don't have to marry anyone.

Amanda: Mom, I don't know if I want to have a baby.

Rachel: Amanda, what are you saying?

Amanda: There's so many things I wanted to do with my life. I don't know if I'm ready for this.

Rachel: Oh, sweetie. I know, I know. I know how you're feeling. I know better than anybody, right?

Amanda: I can't think.

Rachel: You know, I thought and thought and planned and planned when I was pregnant with Jamie. I so much wanted Steve Frame to marry me and recognize that child.

Amanda: This isn't the same.

Rachel: And then he married Alice, and I thought I'd die. There were days I didn't think I could get through to the next day.

Amanda: Yeah, I know what that's like.

Rachel: But you will. I did.

Amanda: But you were married.

Rachel: I wasn't married to the man who was the father of my child.

Amanda: At least you weren't alone.

Rachel: Honey, being married to the wrong man is worse than being alone.

Amanda: Sam isn't the wrong man.

Rachel: He is if he won't -- if he doesn't love you.

Amanda: What am I going to do?

Rachel: Just remember you're not alone. That child is going to be a Cory. That's a pretty good position for any child in life.

Amanda: I know that. I just don't know if I'm ready for all this.

Rachel: Of course you don't. How could you be? And the Sam Fowlers of the world just walk off and shrug their shoulders and say they're not responsible.

Amanda: No, Mom. It's not his fault. You can't blame him.

Rachel: I do blame him.

Amanda: I'm just as responsible as he is. You have to face that fact whether you like it or not.

Rachel: I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it at all.

Cheryl: Look at this place, huh. The flowers alone cost more than I make in a week.

Sam: Yeah.

Cheryl: No one ever threw me a party like this. Pops would have had to shell out a year's salary to pay for something like this.

Sam: I know what you mean. No money where I grew up either.

Cheryl: Oh, yeah? Well, I bet we were poorer than you were.

Sam: Oh, yeah?

Cheryl: Yeah.

Sam: You think so, huh?

Cheryl: Yeah.

Sam: So it didn't bother you being poor, then?

Cheryl: Well, I hope not. I still am.

Sam: It didn't get to you? I mean, seeing something like this, it doesn't get to you?

Cheryl: Why should it? I mean, Vicky lives one way, I live another. No big deal.

Sam: No big deal? Yeah, come on, let's dance.

Cheryl: Ok.

Lisa: I love you.

Jamie: What'd you say? I can't hear you. The music's too loud.

Lisa: You heard me.

[Door opens]

Lisa: It's Felicia!

Felicia: Hi, sweetheart.

Lisa: Felicia! Cass!

Cass: Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Lisa: I'm so glad you came!

Cass: Many happy returns.

Felicia: Are you kidding? You think we'd miss this? This is your birthday, sweetie.

Jamie: And then we'll get right into the presents, ok?

Nathan: Ok. One moment.

Jamie: Go.

Vicky: Heya, sailor. Want to dance?

Jamie: Oh, I'd love to. But, first, let me check out the birthday girl, ok?

Vicky: Ok.

Adam: Yes siree, that Jamie certainly is dedicated to Lisa.

Vicky: Oh, would you just shut up and come dance with me. Put this --

Felicia: Now, listen, we really can't stay.

Lisa: But you just got here!

Felicia: I know, I know, but we really can't.

Lisa: Where's Mitch?

Felicia: He's with his son tonight. They're at a hockey game. Now, listen, you don't have to entertain your aunt. I want you to go in and have fun with your friends.

Lisa: Felicia, this is my birthday. I want you here.

Felicia: I know, I know, but I just think maybe you'd like to be with your friends tonight.

Come on, you don't have to be with me. What?

Cass: We're staying for a few minutes.

Felicia: We are?

Cass: Yeah, we're staying.

Felicia: I guess we're staying.

Lisa: Good.

Jamie: Ahem. Sorry, Adam. Sorry. An emergency.

Adam: Wait. Wait. Where are you going?

Felicia: Cass, I'm really not in the mood for a party. Come on, let's go. Hi.

Lisa: What's going on?

Cass: All right.

Felicia: Well, you see, I'm not much for dancing in the dark, either.

Cass: Oh, no? That's not what I heard.

Felicia: Would you stop.

Lisa: What's happening?

All: Happy birthday to you; happy birthday to you; happy birthday, dear Lisa; happy birthday to you

Adam: Come on, come on, make a wish.

Lisa: Yeah, ok.


[pager beeps]

Vicky: Oh, Jamie, doesn't that thing ever shut up?

Jamie: This means I have to go to the hospital.

Vicky: Well, you can't! This is our party.

Lisa: No, it's ok. Jamie, go ahead. Do what you have to do.

Jamie: It's just one important patient. I'll be right back, I promise.

Lisa: Ok.

Jamie: I have a very special gift for you. Keep this party hopping! Keep Lisa hopping!

Vicky: All right.

Man: Hurry back, dude.

Nathan: Hey, is this about that girl, Rollo?

Jamie: Dawn Rollo, yes. Let's hope it's not what I think it is.

Scott: I love you.

Dawn: I wish we could go someplace nice and quiet and private.

Scott: Oh, yeah?

Dawn: Why don't you lend me your coat and I'll go down to the car and --

Scott: Oh, you are smooth. You are really smooth.

Dawn: Scott --

Scott: Now, listen, we're going to find out what's wrong with you and we're going to get you out of here.

Chad: Well, then, where is this great doctor who's supposed to be working on this case?

Dawn: Chad, please.

Scott: Chad, the nurse said Jamie's on his way and he's going to talk to us real soon, ok?

Chad: He better get here, because I'm getting you out of here.

Nurse: Hi, Dawn. I have to start an I.V. on your arm.

Chad: Nurse, I want to know when my sister's going to be getting out of here.

Scott: Chad, Chad! Hey, come on. Take it easy.

Dawn: Don't pay any attention to my brother, because his bark is worse than his bite.

Scott: Excuse me, nurse. I know it's standard operating procedure at a hospital to use gloves when you're working with blood, but, well, looks like you got two pair on there.

Nurse: I have a cut on my hand.

Scott: Oh.

Nurse: There you go. You're all set.

Dawn: Thanks. See, it didn't even hurt.

Nurse: Oh, don't put that sign up, yet.

Orderly: Why not? They told me no exceptions.

Nurse: We have to wait until Dr. Frame can talk to them.

Orderly: Ok by me.

Scott: What's the matter?

Chad: Something's going on, and that's for sure, and I don't know what it is. But I'm going to find out.

Rachel: I brought you up something.

Amanda: Oh, thanks. Wait, I thought you were supposed to be at dinner with Dad.

Rachel: Oh, I told him to give me a few more minutes.

Amanda: And New York! Mom --

Rachel: Honey, please don't worry about it.

Amanda: I'm sorry. I know what this is doing to you.

Rachel: It's all right. I can handle it. Honey, your father ought to be told.

Amanda: Yeah, I know.

Rachel: I think I ought to be the one to tell him.

Amanda: Oh. Oh, wow. I don't know.

Rachel: Honey, I can't keep it from him.

Amanda: I know that, but I think I should be the one to tell him.

Rachel: Not necessarily. If he -- when he gets upset, I think probably I'm the one that can deal with it better.

Amanda: Ok. Can you just tell him -- tell him that I'm sorry.

Rachel: He'll know that. I think you have to think about what you're going to say to Sam.

Amanda: Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Rachel: The longer you put it off, it's not going to get any easier. Honey, you're a lot stronger than you know, and we love you.

[Knock on door]

Julie Ann: Hi. Mr. Cory said I could come on up.

Amanda: Hi, Julie Ann.

Rachel: Hello, Julie Ann. I was just leaving.

Amanda: Well, Mom, have a good time in New York.

Rachel: Look, I can cancel this trip.

Amanda: No, no. I wouldn't want to ruin this for you, too.

Rachel: Ok. I'll call you. You take care of yourself.

Julie Ann: Have a good time, Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: Thank you, Julie Ann.

Julie Ann: I guess you told your mom, huh?

Amanda: Yeah, I did.

Julie Ann: She seems pretty cool about it.

Amanda: Yeah, she was great. She thinks I should tell Sam right away.

Julie Ann: Do you still want to go to Lisa's party?

Amanda: Oh, look, I -- I know I said I was going to go, but I'm just not exactly in a party mood right now.

Julie Ann: Sure. I just -- I got to tell you that I heard something at the office today.

Amanda: What?

Julie Ann: Sam's going to be at the party tonight.

Amanda: You positive?

Julie Ann: It sounded pretty definite.

Amanda: Ok.

Julie Ann: You're going?

Amanda: Well, I have to have it out with him sometime. Maybe tonight's the night.

Cheryl: So what do you say?

Sam: What?

Cheryl: My piece of cake. I can't eat this whole thing and stay on my diet. Please?

Sam: No, I'm sorry, Cheryl.

Cheryl: Hey. What is it?

Sam: Nothing. I was just thinking about the magazine.

Cheryl: Did I tell you I saw your new design for the cover?

Sam: You did?

Cheryl: Yes! Oh, it's great. The guy in promotions showed it to me. With all the red, it was beautiful.

Sam: Yeah, that was Mandy's favorite color.

Cheryl: Who?

Sam: She was my assistant.

Lisa: Do you know how long Jamie will be?

Nathan: I'm really not sure. A hospital's not necessarily the best place to work during the holidays.

Lisa: Well, I hope Jamie doesn't have to work on Christmas.

Nathan: Oh, I work every Christmas.

Lisa: That's terrible.

Nathan: Oh, it's not so bad. I'm Jewish.

Lisa: Oh. Wait, this is Hanukkah.

Nathan: Second night.

Lisa: Thank you for spending it at my party.

Vicky: Hmm. Looks like Lisa's getting pretty friendly with that lab technician.

Adam: I wouldn't count on it.

Vicky: Huh?

Adam: Why go after the lab tech when you've already got the doctor?

Vicky: Well, hey, they're not married.

Adam: Yet.

Vicky: Look, I'm just concerned about their relationship. I mean, all the time Jamie has to spend at the hospital. I mean, look now, for example. He's not even at his own party.

Adam: You mean Lisa's party.

Vicky: Yes, yes, Lisa's party, yeah.

Lisa: Vicky, I didn't get a chance to really thank you before.

Vicky: Oh.

Lisa: I was so surprised.

Adam: Just a master of deceit, this one.

Lisa: Well, no one's ever given me a party before.

Vicky: Well, Jamie was a big help, too, you know. We did this all together.

Lisa: Well, you did great.

Felicia: So, why didn't Nicole join us?

Cass: She has to work.

Felicia: Even at night?

Cass: We're on a tight schedule.

Felicia: Oh. I guess she didn't know that her new partner is a task master, huh?

Cass: You will both be very thankful when we spend eight weeks in France.

Felicia: Eight weeks?

Cass: Isn't that great?

Felicia: Yeah, great.

Cass: Hey, why don't you liberate a bottle of champagne and we'll celebrate.

Felicia: I'll be right back.

Cass: Don't be stingy.

Felicia: Have I ever been?

Mac: You were awfully quiet in the car.

Rachel: What?

Mac: What's wrong?

Rachel: What could be wrong? I have you.

Mac: I'm glad we got that Sam Fowler thing straightened out. I just hated having that between us.

Rachel: I'm glad you found a way to understand.

Mac: You know now that you can tell me anything, don't you?

Rachel: Anything.

Mac: Something is wrong, Rachel. Tell me.

Rachel: I'm fine.

Mac: Yes, all right. Good. But I still want to know what's bothering you.

Rachel: Nope. Tonight, we're going to have a romantic dinner to celebrate the fact that we're together.

Mac: Rachel --

Rachel: I'm fine! I want to dance.

Mac: I can't sit here one minute, watch you almost burst into tears, then the next minute get up and dance with you.

Rachel: Why not? You're my husband. We're married, remember, and I want to dance with my husband.

Cass: Ok.

Felicia: Careful.

Cass: One for you.

Felicia: Thank you.

Cass: And, honey, you weren't stingy.

Felicia: No, no, I told you I wouldn't be.

Cass: No, no, no. And one for me. Ok. Let's make just the right toast.

Felicia: Yes, it should be the perfect toast.

Cass: Ok, you're the writer, so feed me, be my muse.

Felicia: All right, let me see -- how about something really unique, like to the future?

Cass: Oh, that's rare. To Nicole --

Felicia: Ok.

Cass: And to all of our work together.

Felicia: Ok, and to France. Let's not forget France.

Cass: To eight glorious, fun-filled weeks in France. Hear, hear.

Felicia: Right.

Cass: Honey, we will hit a different casino every night. We are going to have a ball!

Felicia: Yeah, it'll be like the old days, won't it?

Mitch: Not without me, you don't.

Scott: When we get you well, we're going to pick up right where we left off.

Dawn: Really?

Scott: Would this face lie? Hmm?

Dawn: I worry about you sometimes.

Scott: About us?

Dawn: Because I got sick.

Scott: What are you talking about, hmm?

Dawn: I've seen the way girls look at you.

Scott: Hey, hey, well, just -- you just stop worrying. You're not getting rid of me that easy.

Ooh, that's quite a squeeze.

Dawn: Thanks. I needed that.

Scott: I wonder what Chad's up to right now.

Dawn: I don't know. He's probably at the nurses' station by now.

Scott: Mm-hmm. I'll be right back, ok?

Dawn: Ok.

Chad: Look, nurse, all I want to know is why my sister's not out of the --

Scott: Hey, what's the matter? What's wrong?

Chad: Man, it's like -- it's like they know something and they're not telling anything.

Scott: Well, that sounds pretty weird.

Chad: Tell me about it. Hey, it's about time you got here!

Scott: Easy, Chad. Take it easy. Hey, Jamie. We're just concerned, that's all. We want to know if you can tell us anything.

Jamie: Yes, I want to talk to you.

Chad: Great. Well, then, why don't we all go into my sister's room --

Jamie: No, no. I have to talk to Dawn first.

Vicky: Bored?

Lisa: No! No. I just wish Jamie would get back.

Vicky: Yeah, well, maybe you ought to think about having a man who doesn't have so many emergencies to go to.

Lisa: Hmm, that's a thought. Yeah, it occurred to me.

Vicky: Hey, Adam. Why don't you come over here and dance with this lonely girl.

Adam: How about it, birthday girl? I promise -- I promise I'll be a gentleman.

Lisa: Ok.

Vicky: What do you think, Nathan? They make a nice couple, don't they?

Sam: So what do you think? Whose dancing has improved, yours or mine?

Cheryl: Mine. Mine. Of course mine, Sam.

Sam: You're such a diplomat.

Cheryl: I know.

Sam: Well, here we are.

Cheryl: Yeah, here we are, underneath the mistletoe. You know what they say about that, Sam.

Sam: Well, I didn't mean anything by that. I --

Cheryl: No! No, Sam, I didn't mean --

Sam: Well, why not?

Cheryl: No. Sam! You know better than that! We're friends, please. I'm so embarrassed.

Sam: Cheryl, it's ok.

Cheryl, it's ok! Listen, I wanted to tell you I've had a good time tonight. Thank you.

Cheryl: You're welcome.

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