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Another World Transcript Wednesday 12/3/03
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Proofread by Linda
Clara: But why would Donna go off by herself to some ski cabin?
Vicky: So my father will feel sorry for her. It's all a crock.
Michael: Oh. Still no answer.
Vicky: Well, Dad, just because she doesn't answer doesn't mean she isn't there.
Michael: I know or that the phone's out.
Clara: Well, you know, the radio said there would be 10 or 12 inches of snow, Michael, some big storm out of Canada.
Michael: Yeah, I know that, Mom. I know that. That's why I sent one of my security guys up there to get her out of there.
Michael: Yeah. He should be phoning here any minute.
Vicky: Well, Daddy, you didn't tell me anything. That's great.
Michael: Oh, you. What, now I'm supposed to be -- I'm supposed to be concerned? That's what --
Vicky: No, no, no. I was just worried that you were going to go up there by yourself.
Michael: No. No, no, no, no, no.
Vicky: Well, that's exactly what she wants, you know.
Michael: Victoria, I know your mother pretty well, all right? She's not exactly subtle.
Clara: Oh, John! You decided to come. I'm so glad.
John: Hi, Mom. Merry Christmas.
Clara: Oh. Ooh!
Michael: Hey, John.
John: Hey, Vicky.
Clara: Well, what have you got?
John: Well, I've been doing a little shopping.
Clara: So I see. Why don't you put them under the tree and give me your jacket. Ooh. I'll take it out in the kitchen and dry it out.
Clara: Here we go. Yeah. Whoo. Goodness.
John: Got it?
Clara: I got it. Yep.
Michael: Well, I'm glad you could come.
John: Are you?
Michael: Well, it means a lot to Mom.
John: Yeah, well, it means a lot to me, too.
Clara: Oh, I'm so glad you finally made it in this awful weather.
John: Yeah, it's really starting to come down out there now.
Clara: I'm just so glad that we can be together, this family.
Michael: Well, most of us, anyway.
Mitch: I thought you were going to be set to go.
Sam: For what?
Mitch: For a party.
Mitch: Did you forget?
Sam: A party?
Mitch: The party Felicia's having at tops? You know, big plans? Ho, ho, ho?
Sam: Yeah, right.
Mitch: What's wrong? What happened? What, did -- what, did the Christmas Grinch come around here?
Sam: Do I got to change my clothes?
Mitch: I don't think it would hurt.
Sam: All right. Just give me a second. Mitch, you shouldn't have.
Mitch: It's for Matthew. We're going to go by the Corys' and I'm going to drop it off and leave it for him.
Sam: No way, man.
Mitch: What do you mean, "no way"?
Sam: No way. Facing the Cory clan is not my idea of a good time on Christmas Eve.
Ada: Santa Claus sure got carried away this year, didn't he?
Mac: You deserve it.
Ada: And you deserve it. Listen, who else is going to be here? Is Liz coming?
Rachel: Of course. She wouldn't miss it for the world. And Jamie is bringing Lisa.
Ada: How did I know that?
Mac: And Adam said he was coming and, of course, Matthew and Amanda.
Ada: It sounds like fun.
Rachel: Oh, amen to fun. We could stand a little fun around here after the last few weeks.
Ada: Yes, yes.
Mac: You can say that again.
Rachel and Ada: We could stand a little fun around here --
Mac: Not again, that's enough. You know what? My Christmas wish is to get through tonight and tomorrow without having to discuss Sam Fowler at all.
Amanda: Dad, you can't pretend he doesn't exist. He's the father of my child.
Mac: No one wants to pretend he doesn't exist, darling.
Rachel: Darling, we just want everybody to have a happy Christmas, including you.
Amanda: Well, that's what I want, too.
Amanda: So no talking about Sam Fowler today, not a word.
Matthew: How come we can't talk about Sam Fowler?
Rachel: Um -- did you pick up the mess in the kitchen?
Rachel: Honey, I've left the staff -- given them the night off.
Matthew: Mom, I said I cleaned it up, ok?
Matthew: So, why can't we talk about Sam Fowler?
Mac: I'm getting the door.
Ada: Matthew, why don't you go and help people with their coats, ok? Hang them up and stuff like that.
Mac: Merry Christmas.
Lisa: Hey. Hi.
Jamie: Merry Christmas, Mac.
Mac: Good to see you.
Jamie: Matthew, Merry Christmas. Thanks, guys.
Rachel: Hi, Lisa. Merry Christmas, honey.
Jamie: Merry Christmas.
Rachel: Hi, Liz. Merry Christmas.
Mac: Matthew, take the coats out in the foyer.
Adam: Hey, Matthew. What, are you playing butler tonight, or something?
Ada: Yes, he's the butler and I'm the maid. All of the hot drinks are here and cookies and all that fattening stuff.
Lisa: Look at the tree.
Liz: Oh, here's the lovely girl. Merry Christmas. I'm going to put my presents under the tree.
Amanda: Here, grandmother, let me help you serve. Anybody want any hot chocolate?
Lisa: Oh, I'll have one.
Ada: And apple cider.
Adam: I think we're going to have a white Christmas this year, Mac.
Mac: Oh, that's what I like. I love it.
Lisa: Me, too. The snow is so beautiful outside.
Rachel: Didn't it look beautiful coming up the driveway?
Jamie: Oh, absolutely.
Lisa: Jamie and I went for a drive this afternoon out in the country.
Jamie: And we passed by the old farm, too.
Lisa: Jamie said that it used to belong to his family.
Rachel: I haven't been up there since Emma lived there.
Jamie: It's up for auction now.
Mac and Rachel: Is it?
Mac: The frame place?
Jamie: That's what the sign said. I'm a little curious to know what it looks like on the inside now.
Lisa: Next time, we'll have to sneak up there and take a look inside.
Jamie: Yeah. I used to dream about owning that place someday.
Lisa: Did you?
Jamie: Yeah -- just a dream.
Rachel: Um --
Amanda: Here you go, Adam.
Adam: Thanks a lot.
Liz: Would you look at that. How can he eat like that and stay so thin?
Ada: He doesn't think about it. That's the trick, see?
Liz: Oh, I see -- mind over matter.
Ada: Yeah -- if you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
Jamie: Hi, sis.
Amanda: Hey, so what can I do for you?
Jamie: Well, you can tell me how you're feeling, for one.
Amanda: I'm -- I'm well.
Jamie: As can be expected?
Amanda: Right, well as can be expected.
Jamie: Did you and Sam talk?
Jamie: And? What did he say?
Amanda: He said he wants to marry me.
Jamie: He did?
Amanda: It was just, you know, out of obligation.
Jamie: Well, that's no way to work it out.
Amanda: No. So I -- I let him off the hook and told him no.
Jamie: Marriage can be tough, but so can being a single parent.
Amanda: I can survive it.
Jamie: Well, not just for you, for the child also.
Amanda: You know, Dad wishes Sam didn't even exist.
Jamie: Yeah, well, that's only natural.
Amanda: But he does exist. He's the father of this child.
Jamie: Well, then you and Sam have got to try to work something out.
Donna: Come on.
Bridget: Hudson residence.
Donna: Bridget. Bridget, it's me.
Bridget: Oh, miss Donna!
Donna: Has Michael called?
Bridget: Oh, no, my dear. I haven't heard a word.
Donna: Oh. Well -- well, that's ok, really. He probably doesn't know the whole story yet.
Bridget: Oh, miss Donna, I really think you better come back home, dear. You know, there's a real blizzard out there.
Donna: No, no, no. I am just fine. But, listen, I think we're going to have to go to plan B.
Bridget: Oh, no, miss Donna. Don't ask me to lie again.
Donna: Bridget -- you know it's for the best.
Bridget: Yes, I know, my dear.
Donna: Ok, now, remember -- I called you from the cabin, and it took me hours and hours to get up here. And Peter's already gone out of town, so he can't come and get me. And I sounded so frightened over the phone.
Bridget: But, miss Donna, you told me you were fine just a few minutes ago.
Donna: Bridget, Bridget, it's cold. It's really cold here with all this snow. And just as we were talking, all of a sudden --
Donna: The phone went dead.
Bridget: Oh, no.
Donna: Oh, yes. And I am -- I'm all alone up here. Now, listen, you are going to have to go and find Michael and tell him all of this in person because he's not going to take it seriously otherwise.
Bridget: Oh, miss Donna -- I mean, I'm not sure I can remember all of that, and even if I do, he'll just take one look in my eyes and he'll know the truth.
Donna: Bridget, you will do just fine. I am counting on you. And besides, this is my last chance with Michael.
Bridget: Well -- please, dear God, forgive me for being a liar.
Donna: Bridget, he will forgive you, and I am going to be so grateful to you. Now, listen, he's at Clara's, at the farmhouse.
Bridget: Yes. All right. I'll go there right away.
Donna: Oh, good. Thank you, Bridget, and I am never going to forget you for this. Bye-bye.
Donna: I know he'll come. He'll come and get me. I know he will.
John: Nobody's been able to reach her?
Michael: Look, I don't want to spend the night talking about Donna, all right?
John: You're the one that brought it up.
Clara: Would anybody like some more cider?
John: Come on, I mean, obviously you're worried about her.
Michael: I'm concerned, all right? Just a little concerned.
Michael: Because I call the cabin and she doesn't answer.
Vicky: Or she doesn't answer on purpose.
Michael: It's snowing up there. It just could be a problem, that's it.
John: That's it?
Michael: Yeah, that's it.
Clara: Victoria? Do you know what the snow always reminds me of?
Clara: The way we used to make real, honest-to-goodness taffy years ago. Have you ever done that?
Vicky: Taffy, like candy?
Clara: Taffy is candy, only you make it with maple syrup and real snow.
Vicky: Grandma, you can buy it in the store.
Clara: Honey, it's not the same.
Michael: Gerald, yeah. Look, any word from that guy we sent up there? Nothing, huh? Look, if you hear anything at all from him, have him call me at the farmhouse, ok? Thanks.
Michael: I know what you're going to say.
Vicky: It would be just like Donna to do something like this.
Michael: Honey, I just want to make sure that she's not in any danger, all right?
Clara: Vicky, I could sure use some help with that turkey.
Michael: Hey, there you go. There's something to do. Grandma can show you around the kitchen, maybe give you a few hints, hmm?
Clara: Come on.
Michael: Don't worry. Oh. Mmm. You know, I'd forgotten how good this stuff was.
John: Why don't you just admit it?
Michael: Admit what?
John: You're miserable without her.
Michael: Hey, John, I told you I don't want to talk about donna tonight, all right?
John: Yeah, well, I don't always do what I'm told --
Michael: No kidding.
John: Especially when it's a dumb idea. Look, you care about her.
Michael: Look, John --
john: So go and see her.
Michael: Hey, I don't need any advice from you.
John: I'm giving it away, Mike. It's free.
Michael: Donna and I have a lot of problems. The odds of them being solved are between slim and none.
John: If you don't try.
Michael: The idea of us getting back together is not as simple as "go to her," man!
John: What are you afraid of, Mike?
Michael: I'm not afraid of anything, John. I'm -- I am not afraid of a damn thing. What we ought to be talking about right now is which one of us is really feeling guilty.
John: Oh, me. There's no debate about that. I will not even discuss that with you.
Michael: Well, you feeling guilty is not a good enough reason for me to go back to Donna.
John: Mike, I am going to feel guilty whether you go back to her or not.
Michael: Yeah, but it would make you feel a hell of a lot better if I did.
John: Maybe. Maybe not. It's hard to say.
Michael: Well, then don't say anything.
John: I can't. Look, what you have to know -- she always -- look, Mike, the reason it never worked for Donna and me was because it was nothing more than my fantasy, that's all. I mean, it was always you. She always -- oh, the hell with it. It -- I'm not going to bring all that stuff up again. If it's worth anything to you, Mike, I am sorry.
Michael: Thanks, John.
Mitch: So, what did she say?
Sam: She says she doesn't want to get married just to do the right thing.
Mitch: That's fair enough.
Sam: Yeah, but it's a lot more complicated than that.
Mitch: I know. I've been there, you know.
Sam: Mitch, it's just -- I don't want to be shut out. I mean, that's my kid, too. That's my flesh and blood.
Mitch: I know. Let me tell you something --
Mitch: Hey, just hang on a second. Listen. I'll say it one time, ok?
Mitch: If you care about Amanda -- and I think you do -- don't try to play the tough guy and don't try to hide it.
Sam: You're telling me this, stone face?
Mitch: Hey, I'm telling you when the baby's born, you're going to want to be there. And if you're not there, it's going to hurt. Just think about it.
Amanda: You know, it's really weird. He's the father of my child, and I don't even know how to talk to him.
Jamie: Well, the point is not to let that stop you from talking.
Amanda: Yeah, right.
Jamie: From the way you used to talk about him, it sounded like you thought he was the perfect guy.
Amanda: He was. He is.
Jamie: So what's keeping you from talking honestly?
Amanda: Well, he talks honestly.
Jamie: What does he say?
Amanda: He says that he's not sure how he feels about me.
Jamie: I'm sorry to hear that.
Amanda: Yeah, so was I.
Jamie: You know he's nuts, don't you?
Jamie: And we love you very much.
Amanda: I know. I'm very lucky.
Jamie: You know, even if we can't replace Sam's love, we'll do everything we possibly can. You know that.
Amanda: You're a pretty good brother, you know that?
Amanda: Don't let it go to your head, ok?
Jamie: Who, me?
Mac: Everybody, it's about time for the Christmas toast. Thank you very much.
Rachel: Everybody get glasses.
Mac: Gather round. Time for the toast.
Ada: Ok, gather round, now!
Mac: Hope there's enough for everybody.
Adam: One for me, Matthew.
Rachel: Here you go.
Adam: One for the police department.
Ada: Matthew, how about you? You got one?
Ada: All right.
Mac: Tonight, this house is a Christmas house. Tonight, our hearts are Christmas hearts. A time for gatherings and the giving of gifts. And the best gift of all is a year-round gift -- the sharing of ourselves with those we love and who love us. To us, each and every one, Merry Christmas.
All: Merry Christmas!
Liz: What a beautiful speech. Merry Christmas.
Lisa: Merry Christmas.
Liz: Merry Christmas.
Rachel: Merry Christmas, Liz. Merry Christmas, Adam.
Jamie: Merry Christmas.
Matthew: Merry Christmas, Jamie.
Jamie: You, too, Matthew.
Matthew: Merry Christmas.
Rachel: Well, that was --
Mac: Memorable? Unforgettable?
Rachel: Short. But I liked it.
Mac: You know, sometimes it's not easy being married to you.
Rachel: You think you can take it?
Mac: I can take it any way you dish it out.
Rachel: Oh, Merry Christmas, darling.
Mac: I love you.
Mac: Hey, I thought everybody was already here.
Rachel: They are.
Mac: Well, I'm in such a good mood, whoever it is, they're very welcome. Surprise them.
Rachel and Mac: Merry Christmas!
Mitch: Merry Christmas.
Felicia: Sit down. We were just discussing what Nicole is going to do on Christmas Eve.
Nicole: Yeah, and I was showing Felicia the floor plans for our new offices. In fact, I have got some ideas that I need to discuss with you.
Cass: Oh, well, it's all set. I already hired a contractor.
Cass: Yeah, this morning I did it. He's going to have the place fixed up in no time.
Nicole: You hired a contractor without telling me about it?
Felicia: God rest ye merry gentlemen let nothing you dismay please excuse me.
Cass: What's with the puss? He gave us a fantastic estimate, Nicole.
Nicole: Oh, so you felt that you didn't need to discuss this with me? You didn't have to ask my opinion about it, huh?
Cass: Look, the guy is going to be doing all the renovations that you and I decided on, so what's the problem?
Cass: You feel excluded?
Nicole: You got it on the first try. And let me tell you something, Cass Winthrop --
Cass: Well, you're right.
Nicole: If this is going to continue --
Cass: I'm sorry.
Nicole: I think we're going to have to sit down and talk about --
Cass: Really, I apologize.
Cass: It was very thoughtless of me. I should have called. Next time, I'll ask my partner.
Nicole: Oh. Well, you better.
Cass: Well, I will.
Cass: Wait a minute, what are you doing here, anyway?
Nicole: I'm going over the floor plans, remember?
Cass: But I thought you were all booked up -- parties or something.
Nicole: Well, I'm going.
Cass: Well, look at the time.
Nicole: You know, parties don't start this early.
Cass: Yeah, but I thought you'd be getting ready or something.
Nicole: Well, why are you sitting here worrying about it?
Cass: I'm not.
Nicole: What about your big plans for the evening?
Cass: Oh, I always arrive late. I got to keep up my image, you know.
Nicole: Oh, right.
Cass: So, what parties are you going to, anyway?
Nicole: What, now you want my itinerary for the evening?
Cass: Come on, I just wondered if we were going to bump into each other, that's all.
Nicole: Well, forget it. We won't be seeing each other.
Cass: It better be something I said.
Clara: Do you know, this is the best Christmas I've had in ages. Here you are, home with me again after all those years away.
Clara: Just goes to show you -- when you really love someone, you never lose them. People can find their way back together again.
Michael: Hudson. What? Well, are you going to be all right? What happened?
Clara: Oh, I'll get it.
Michael: Well -- no, no, no. Don't worry about me, all right? You just worry about yourself. Yeah, take care of it and call me tomorrow. Ok.
John: Was that Donna?
Michael: No, that was the guy I sent to get Donna. He didn't make it.
Michael: He went off a snowdrift down the side of the road. Anyway, he broke his ankle. He's in the hospital.
Vicky: Oh, no.
John: Well, Donna could really be isolated up there if the roads are that bad.
Clara: Look who came in out of all that snow -- Bridget. Here, let me get you some hot cider.
Bridget: Oh, thank you.
Vicky: Bridget. Merry Christmas.
Bridget: Merry Christmas, my dear. Merry Christmas, Mr. John.
John: Merry Christmas.
Michael: Hi, Bridget.
Bridget: Mr. Michael, I really came to talk to you.
Michael: Well, why? What's the matter?
Bridget: Well, it's about miss Donna.
Michael: Did she call you from the cabin?
Bridget: Yes, she did, and she was very frightened. I mean, you know, the storm and everything.
Michael: Well, what did she say, Bridget?
Bridget: Well, she didn't say more than that, and then the phone went dead.
Michael: The phone went dead? Well, that's why the phone rings and there's no answer. I mean, all this time, I thought somebody wasn't picking up.
John: If the phones are dead, then the electricity is probably off.
Michael: She's pregnant, John. I got to go. I got to --
John: You going up there?
Michael: Yeah. Look, I got a four-wheel drive. I can make it without any problem. Mom, keep the soup warm, ok?
Clara: Oh, honey, be careful.
Michael: Bridget, thank you.
Clara: Be -- oh, Michael.
Vicky: All this time, I thought Donna was just playing a little game.
John: Doesn't look like it, does it?
Vicky: No. She could be in real trouble.
Cass: So, what do you think? Is Nicole generally in a bad mood, or is it just me?
Wally: I think it's you.
Cass: Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot, Wally.
Wally: Well, now, you walked right into it. What did you want me to say?
Felicia: Actually, I think it's Christmas.
Cass: No, honey, that's tomorrow.
Felicia: No. I mean, I think that's what's wrong with Nicole -- that it's just Christmas.
Cass: Oh. Well, to each her own season.
Felicia: You know, some people do have a rough time of it.
Cass: Yeah, maybe that's why she's so stubborn.
Wally: Stubborn? Nicole?
Cass: She's always demanding that everything be done her way.
Felicia: While you, on the other hand, are a model of reasonableness, right?
Cass: Why, thank you very much.
Felicia: Oh, you.
Wally: Cass, I thought you loved a good challenge.
Cass: This isn't a challenge, Wally, it's an impasse.
Felicia: What are you saying, that this is all Nicole's fault?
Cass: Who else? All right, granted -- she's gifted, she's talented, she's creative. Her designs are absolutely wonderful, but leave the legal and business affairs to me.
Felicia: Would you stop being a sexist?
Cass: I'm not being sexist.
Felicia: You are.
Cass: No, I'm not. All I'm saying is she has her place and I have mine.
Felicia: Do yourself a favor, pal -- don't ever say that to her.
Cass: Ok. Ok, ok.
Cass: I think the problem lies elsewhere, anyway. I think she thinks she knows me.
Wally: How much have you had to drink?
Cass: Nothing. I haven't -- come on, I'm not kidding here. She knew Rex. She expects me to be like him, and when I'm not, she gets mad at me.
Felicia: Honey, he did everything he could to win her over.
Cass: Well, it's nuts talking to somebody who thinks she's been having a relationship with you for months when you barely even know her.
Felicia: I'm sure this is just as difficult for Nicole, if not more so. You know, she was --
Wally: Ixnay -- icolenay.
Felicia: Oh, turn around. Turn --
Felicia: Just --
Nicole: Can I see you for a sec?
Felicia: Oh, we have to -- we have to work on my dress. Don't we?
Felicia: Excuse us.
Cass: You have a strange effect on people.
Nicole: I wanted to apologize.
Nicole: Well, for the way I snapped at you. I shouldn't be so critical. I know you just want us to succeed.
Cass: Well -- yes, of course I do. I'm sure you do, too.
Nicole: Also, since I probably won't see you tomorrow -- I mean, you know, tonight is crammed with parties, but tomorrow -- oh!
Cass: It's ridiculous?
Cass: Starting at dawn, huh?
Nicole: Oh, and it never stops.
Cass: Yeah, me, too.
Nicole: So, anyway, I thought I'd better give you your gift now. Merry Christmas.
Matthew: Come on in. We're having a party.
Mitch: I better not.
Mitch: Well, it's just complicated.
Matthew: What's complicated about it?
Mac: Please, Mitch, stay and have some Christmas cheer with us.
Rachel: Yes, please do.
Mitch: Thank you.
Matthew: Hey, great!
Mac: Merry Christmas, Mitch.
Mitch: Merry Christmas.
Rachel: Let me take your coat.
Mitch: Thank you. I appreciate this.
Matthew: Mitch gave it to me.
Amanda: Oh. Is he here?
Matthew: Yeah. So, what's this "nobody talk about Sam Fowler" stuff?
Amanda: Forget it. Forget it.
Matthew: Why forget it?
Amanda: Just because.
Matthew: Come on. At Thanksgiving time, you said you had a boyfriend.
Matthew: Was it Sam? It was, wasn't it?
Amanda: You know, you can be a real pain sometimes, you know that?
Matthew: No, I think that's great. I mean, Sam's a nice guy.
Amanda: Matthew, it's none of your business, ok?
Matthew: What do you mean? He's my uncle.
Amanda: Forget it. Please, just forget it.
Mitch: Merry Christmas.
Amanda: Hi. Merry Christmas.
Mitch: You ok?
Amanda: Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Mitch: Don't forget to put that under the tree, now.
Matthew: Oh, sure.
Mitch: Look, I'm sorry things have been kind of rough on you and Sam.
Amanda: Yeah, well, I guess things just kind of work out that way sometimes, you know?
Mitch: Well, I just would like to see both of you happy.
Amanda: I'd like to see him happy.
Mitch: Have you told him that?
Amanda: Well, I would if he was here. Look, never mind. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Excuse me.
Michael: Donna, are you ok?
Donna: Yes. Yes, I'm fine.
Michael: Well, I guess that's something at least, isn't it?
Donna: Oh, you look so cold. Why don't you come over here by the fire.
Michael: That road out there is awful.
Donna: Oh, I know, it is.
Michael: I dug myself out three times.
Donna: Oh, that's terrible. Well, I can't tell you what it's been like to be stranded up here.
Michael: Yeah, I'll bet.
Donna: Oh, I was so frightened, Michael.
Michael: Yeah, well, Bridget said you were.
Donna: Bridget got in touch with you?
Michael: Well, yeah, yeah.
Donna: Oh, what a wonderful woman. I can't believe it. And you -- and you came to get me?
Michael: Yeah, boy. I came right away. I came right away.
Donna: Well, I have to tell you, I'm so glad to see you.
Michael: I'll bet you are. You know, Bridget said she was talking to you and the phone just went dead.
Donna: Yes. Yes, I mean, suddenly, everything was just gone. It was really awful.
Michael: Well, you know something? What really makes me nervous is when phones go dead.
Michael: You know?
Donna: I know.
Michael: Just terrible, awful. You want to explain this to me, donna, hmm?
Donna: Would you look at that.
Michael: I am.
Donna: Well, I really thought the storm made it go dead.
Michael: No kidding.
Donna: This is really silly. I guess I just pulled too hard.
Michael: I guess you did, yeah.
Donna: Well, I was just so frightened, Michael.
Michael: I'll bet you were.
Donna: I didn't know what I was doing.
Michael: You knew exactly what you were doing.
Donna: Michael, please don't take that tone with me.
Michael: What tone, Donna? What tone?
Donna: The tone that you get when you're about to give me a lecture.
Michael: Donna, I do not lecture.
Donna: Yes, you do.
Michael: I most certainly do not.
Donna: Yes, you do. And you also give me that look, and it makes me feel bad.
Michael: Donna, I am not the issue here, you are.
Donna: Well, I'm sorry if I accidentally pulled too hard on the phone cord.
Michael: Accidentally pulled too hard on the phone cord? Accidentally lowered the lights, accidentally set a table for two, huh? Accidentally built a beautiful fire in the fireplace.
Donna: Well, don't you like firelight?
Michael: Oh, accidental champagne? Accidental caviar? Beluga, my favorite.
Donna: That's your favorite?
Michael: Who's the champagne for, Donna?
Donna: Well, I thought that I would have some.
Michael: You? No, no, no, you're pregnant. You wouldn't possibly touch that stuff.
Donna: Didn't think you'd buy that.
Michael: Who's it for?
Donna: Michael, Bridget packed all this food, and I just took it all out and opened it.
Michael: Oh, I see. Bridget just happened to pack my favorite champagne and my favorite caviar. Is that right?
Donna: Yes, yes. You know Bridget.
Michael: I know you, too.
Donna: All right, all right. I give up. I did sort of plan this.
Michael: Sort of?
Donna: Well, is it a crime not to want to be alone on Christmas?
Matthew: I'll get it!
Sam: Hey, Matthew.
Matthew: Uncle Sam.
Sam: How are you doing?
Mitch: I didn't think you were going to make it.
Sam: Well, how often do I get to see my nephew?
Mitch: Good for you.
Sam: Merry Christmas, kid.
Matthew: More presents! Do I have to wait till tomorrow?
Sam: Of course you do.
Matthew: Boy, you guys are too much. Who's the other one for?
Mitch: Hey, cool it, will you?
Sam: Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Cory.
Mac: Merry Christmas, Sam.
Rachel: Hello, Sam.
Sam: Merry Christmas. I'm sorry I barged into your party like this.
Rachel: It's all right.
Mac: No, it's ok.
Rachel: Let me take your coat. Come on in.
Sam: Actually, I was just wondering if I could see Amanda.
Matthew: I knew it!
Rachel: Well, she went upstairs. She was tired.
Sam: Oh, well, then I'll just --
Matthew: No problem, I'll go get her.
Rachel: Matthew -- Matthew --
Mitch: He certainly has a lot of enthusiasm, doesn't he?
Matthew: Amanda, Sam's here. Amanda? Hey, come on, don't you want to come down and see him? Amanda, he's got a present for you. Amanda! Ok, play it your way.
Sam: I'm not going to be too comfortable standing around here.
Mitch: Well, why don't you and Amanda go take a walk.
Rachel: Here you are.
Matthew: Amanda won't come down.
Matthew: I knocked. I told her Sam was here. She won't answer.
Rachel: She was sleeping.
Rachel: She was tired. That's what she said.
Sam: Well, I -- I better go now.
Rachel: No, please, stay. Join us.
Sam: No, thank you, Mrs. Cory.
Matthew: What's going on?
Rachel: Um -- Matthew, I need your help, ok? Goodbye.
Matthew: Oh, ok. Thanks a lot for the present, uncle Sam.
Sam: Yeah. Merry Christmas, Matthew.
Mitch: Hang on a second, I'll go out with you.
Sam: Look, just stay here, ok?
Mitch: Now, look, I'll -- I'll go out with you.
Sam: Stay here at the party and have a good time, all right? Great night, huh? Just terrific.
Mitch: You know, if you'd give it a chance, it might get better.
Sam: Well, no, not for me.
Mitch: You want to go by tops?
Sam: No. Thanks.
Mitch: What are you going to do, stay around and brood all night?
Sam: Look, I like brooding, ok? I've had it with Christmas tonight.
Mitch: Hey, Sam -- Sam, wait up!
Amanda: Sam, are you there?
Sam's voice: "To Mandy on our first Christmas. We're two of a kind, you and me. On our way to who knows where. All I know is my wish for next Christmas and for all the Christmases ahead is that I'll spend them with you. Sam."
Nicole: You like it?
Cass: Yeah, I mean, it's fabulous.
Nicole: It's the first of my menswear collection.
Nicole: Mm-hmm. And I thought I'd use you as a guinea pig.
Cass: Well, why not? Mr. Piggy -- c'est moi.
Nicole: Well, why don't you try it on.
Cass: What, right here?
Nicole: Well, sure. Come on, why not?
Cass: Ok. If you insist.
Nicole: There you go.
Cass: Great colors.
Nicole: Oh, it fits.
Cass: Yeah? Oh, look, it's nice. It fits.
Nicole: Great. Oh, boy, you're not planning on doing ads for my line, are you?
Nicole: "Buy this, it fits."
Cass: Well, you know what I mean. It's a perfect fit. How did you do that?
Nicole: Well, I had had my arms around you a few times last -- I mean, you know, Rex. You're the same build. Well, you're sort of the same build.
Nicole: I mean, you know, you're a standard medium. It's hardly -- you can't go wrong with that.
Cass: Hey, relax, ok?
Nicole: Yeah. I'm sorry.
Cass: Forget it. I love it. Thank you.
Nicole: You're welcome.
Cass: I'm just sorry that I don't have your present with me.
Nicole: Oh. No, you don't have to get me anything.
Cass: No, no, I know that. But I got you something that I really want you to have. So I'll give it to you tomorrow. I mean, the day after. My schedule, you know.
Nicole: I know. Well, you probably won't see me tomorrow, anyway -- you know, dinners, parties.
Nicole: Well, I -- I won't you see you, so Merry Christmas.
Cass: Merry Christmas. Thank you for this.
Michael: Well, that does it.
Donna: Oh, good, ready to go?
Michael: No, I'm staying the night.
Donna: Oh, but I thought you wanted to get out of here.
Michael: Well, I happen to be down the road in a seven-foot drift. I got no choice.
Michael: Yeah. I'll dig out in the morning, if you don't mind.
Donna: Oh. You know, you could go ahead and eat now, and that would give you your strength back. And then you could dig out all night.
Donna: Well, that way you could leave sooner. I mean, since you obviously don't want to be here.
Michael: Donna, the problem is not being here.
Michael: The problem is why I'm here.
Donna: I wanted some company. All right, your company.
Michael: You got a real strange way of getting my company, Donna.
Donna: Sorry, but it's over and done with. You know, it's still early, I guess. Maybe we could play some cards.
Donna: Well, I think there's some board games in the closet.
Michael: I don't think so. I think -- I think I'd better get to bed.
Donna: There's only one bed.
Michael: Well, then I guess I'll use the couch.
Donna: Fine. Fine, be my guest.
Donna: Well, I -- I guess I'll go to bed, too. I just need to go get ready. Oh, the bedroom is very well stocked. Pillows, blankets, that sort of thing. If you need anything, you can just come in there and get them.
Michael: Thanks, but I'm fine.
Donna: Ok. Well, good night.
Michael: Good night.
Jamie: I've wanted to do this all night long.
Lisa: Our first Christmas Eve together.
Jamie: I can't wait to get back to your apartment so we can snuggle up under the lights of the Christmas tree.
Lisa: And what else?
Jamie: A little bit of this, a little bit of that.
Mac: Merry Christmas.
Rachel: Merry Christmas. I hope Amanda's all right.
Mac: Me, too.
Rachel: It was sort of tense there with Sam, wasn't it?
Mac: Well, we got through it all right. How about a midnight snack?
Rachel: Mac, it's not even midnight. We just had all that food.
Mac: Christmas comes but once a year. Come on.
Rachel: Thank goodness.
Sam: Hey, no problem, no problem. Just fine. Rock 'n roll.
Felicia: But at least you were able to spend some time with Matthew, right?
Mitch: But it's never enough time. I mean, Christmas rolls around -- I don't know -- I start wishing he could live with me.
Felicia: I know.
Mitch: I mean, even part of the year?
Felicia: I know you'd love that.
Mitch: That's why I keep thinking about getting a house.
Mitch: You know, a home?
Wally: Mitch, I thought your brother was coming with you.
Felicia: He decided to pass, Wally.
Wally: Well, that's too bad. I mean, this place is just going to look terrific, right?
Felicia: You're right, it is. It's one of my favorite songs.
Mitch: Follow me.
Felicia: Where are we going?
Mitch: Come on.
Singer: Santa's on his way he's filled his sleigh with things things for you and for me it's that time of year when the world falls in love every song you hear seems to say Merry Christmas may your new year dreams come true
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