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Another World Transcript Wednesday 12/17/03
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Rachel: Well, Amanda, that's perfect timing.
Amanda: You're reading my article?
Rachel: I just finished it. Are you ready for my critique?
Amanda: Ok. Shoot.
Rachel: I loved it.
Amanda: You're kidding.
Rachel: It was much better than I thought it would be.
Amanda: Oh, mom, really?
Rachel: Really. Honey, it's first-rate work.
Amanda: You mean, I don't even have to rewrite it?
Rachel: Oh, I've made some notes, but nothing major.
Amanda: Oh, this is great. You don't know what this means to me.
Rachel: Oh, I can tell how much hard work you put into it. It's great.
Amanda: Oh, you think dad's going to like it?
Rachel: Of course he will. He wants you to go on working at "Brava."
Amanda: Hmm. He hasn't talked to Sam yet, got an answer, has he?
Rachel: About Paris? No.
Amanda: Why did he do that?
Rachel: Honey, he thought it was the right thing.
Amanda: He can't just send Sam away. Doesn't he understand that?
Rachel: He wants to see you stop hurting.
Amanda: Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm going to have a kid of my own.
Rachel: Is that why you got this?
Amanda: Yeah. I got it at the library.
Rachel: "Raising babies: Everything you need to know about the care of an infant."
Amanda: Guess it's about time I learned, huh?
John: Well, that's it for me.
John: Quitting time.
Nicole: What time is it?
John: Uh, 6:00.
Nicole: Oh. Well, you certainly put in a full day.
John: Yeah, it's time to knock off. You look like you're going to keep going.
Nicole: No, not now. It's time for a break. Care to join me for a lovely cup of tea?
John: Well, look, when us construction types finish up a long, hard day, we start thinking about something a little stronger than tea, you know what I mean?
Nicole: Ah. You got it, buddy.
Man: This is the last of your delivery, Ms. Love.
Man: Where does it go?
Nicole: Uh, upstairs.
Man: Ok. Come on. Got it?
Second man: Figures.
First man: Grab that end. Come on.
John: How many beds are you going to have delivered?
Nicole: Careful! One.
John: Well, I just saw two other delivery guys deliver one through the back entrance.
Nicole: Well, then, you must have been mistaken because there's only one bed being delivered here, and that's -- that's it. You guys, careful! First door on the left.
Man: Oh, God.
John: I know I saw another bed.
Man: Hey, there you are. I've been waiting for you.
Cass: What's the problem?
Man: Oh, no, there's no problem. We're finished.
Cass: You're kidding. So soon?
Man: We don't fool around.
Cass: Did you use the back stairway like I told you?
Man: It's pretty narrow back there. I tell you, getting that mattress up was no breeze.
Cass: I'm sure. Listen, you and the boys have a couple of beers on me, ok?
Man: I appreciate this, Mr. Winthrop.
Cass: You betcha. And send the bill to the company. Good.
Felicia: Have you seen this?
Cass: I have a feeling I'm going to.
Felicia: Page 10.
Cass: Does Nicole know about this?
Cass: I don't see how she could. Do you?
Felicia: Wouldn't make any sense -- after all that Reginald has put her through?
Cass: You're right, it wouldn't make any sense.
Felicia: I mean, she would never let her father go through with something like this.
Cass: I don't know, though. She's really been feeling the strain lately. Maybe he finally got to her.
Felicia: Yeah, well, I'd like to finally get to him. Oh, boy.
Cass: Well, here's your chance.
Reginald: But soft you, now, the fair Felicia. And Cassio.
Cass: What a piece of work you are.
Reginald: I like to think so.
Felicia: About this little piece in the paper, Reginald?
Cass: In this paper.
Reginald: Don't tell me Gorbachev has reneged.
Cass: I just want to know one thing -- does Nicole know about this?
Reginald: She must be so proud of you when you're forceful like this.
Cass: Does she know?
Reginald: What transpires between my daughter and me is none of your business.
Cass: Nicole and I are business partners, Reginald. What affects her affects me.
Reginald: I would love to stop and chat, but my time is limited.
Cass: Forget it. I'll find out myself.
Reginald: I thought he'd never leave.
Felicia: Well, that was certainly a lousy thing for you to do.
Reginald: I don't want to argue with you, dear. What I do want is a table far from the madding crowd.
Felicia: Well, there's a little country inn on route 3.
Reginald: That's very good.
Felicia: Thank you.
Reginald: But my colleagues are on their way here now.
Felicia: How many colleagues would there be?
Reginald: Two. And please make it a good table, Felicia. A great deal of money is riding on my charm tonight.
Felicia: Really? I just hope none of it is mine. I'll get somebody to seat you.
Reginald: Ah, she's a splendid woman, but she chooses her friends carelessly.
Jason: You're back.
Reginald: What do you want?
Jason: I want to talk to you.
Reginald: Not now.
Reginald: I have a meeting. Where is the waiter?
Jason: I will see you before I leave tonight.
Reginald: I told you I have a business meeting.
Jason: That fits in perfectly because what you and I have to talk about is business.
Vince: So, when you going to quit on us?
Cheryl: Quit? Why would I want to quit?
Vince: Well, with all those modeling jobs you've been getting, what do you need Mary's Place for?
Cheryl: I just happen to like working here, and I'm not leaving unless you fire me.
Vince: Hey, I like having a high-fashion model working here. Tones the place up a little.
Cheryl: No, pops, you do that all yourself.
Vince: Ah, you're full of blarney.
Scott: Vince, Vince --
Scott: Has the evening paper come yet?
Vince: I don't know, maybe it's in the back.
Mary: Honey, why don't you just call the theater? They'll tell you what time it starts.
Scott: I don't know where it's playing, mom.
Cheryl: What are you seeing?
Cheryl: I love that movie.
Scott: Yeah, it's great.
Vince: Oh, is that out again?
Scott: Yeah, it's Dawn's favorite movie. It's the first one she ever saw.
Vince: Oh, she's feeling well enough to go out?
Scott: She's feeling pretty optimistic, yeah.
Vince: She's a brave kid.
Scott: She doesn't have much of a choice, Vince.
Vince: It's pretty cold outside. You sure she should --
Scott: I'm not going to treat her like she's sick.
Mary: Dawn has things she wants to do.
Scott: That's right, and we're not going to take a minute of it for granted.
Mary: Have I told you that I'm real proud of you?
Scott: What are you proud for? I love her.
Cheryl: Hey, Sam. What can I get you?
Sam: Uh, how about a burger and some iced tea.
Cheryl: Sure. What are you reading?
Sam: Just one of those self-help books.
Cheryl: Oh, yeah? Well, let me know if it works. I'll have to pick up a copy.
Cheryl: See you later.
Rachel: I carried "Dr. Spock" around with me until Jamie was 5.
Amanda: Did it help you?
Rachel: No, it really didn't. I mean, the children that were described in the book didn't seem to bear any resemblance to my children.
Amanda: Well, what'd you do?
Rachel: I called mom.
Amanda: You'll help me, won't you?
Rachel: Oh, honey, you don't even have to ask.
Amanda: No, it's just that I know you're not exactly happy about this baby --
Rachel: You listen to me. I've always looked forward to the day that you had your own children.
Amanda: You just didn't want it to happen this soon, right?
Rachel: Yeah, you could say that again.
Amanda: I know, it's taking -- it's taking me a while to get used to the idea myself.
Rachel: Oh, of course it is. But once you see that beautiful baby, you won't be able to imagine life without it.
Amanda: Can I ask you something?
Amanda: Having babies hurts an awful lot, doesn't it?
Rachel: It's no picnic. But once they put that darling bundle in your arms, nothing else is important.
Amanda: So you liked it?
Rachel: Especially with you and Matthew. I was frightened with Jamie, but once you two came along, I knew what to expect. Those were two of the happiest days of my life.
Amanda: You never told me that.
Rachel: You never asked me.
Amanda: So would you do it again?
Rachel: Are you crazy?
Amanda: I thought that's what you would say.
Rachel: Well, wait a minute, we're talking about me being a grandmother here.
Amanda: That does sound kind of strange.
Rachel: Oh, that sounds awful. Let's not say that again, ok? Promise?
Amanda: What are you going to do when the baby arrives?
Rachel: Well, we'll deal with it.
Amanda: Do you want the baby to call you "Grandma"?
Rachel: Let's not talk about this, ok?
Amanda: I can't picture anyone calling Sam "daddy." Can you?
Rachel: I don't know. I don't know him that well.
Amanda: I bet he hasn't even thought about fatherhood.
Rachel: Why wouldn't he think about it?
Amanda: He's too busy worrying about the influence that the Corys could have on his child, too busy running off to Paris.
Rachel: Oh, honey, let's not talk about Sam anymore. Come on, let's go to dinner.
Amanda: No, I'm not very hungry.
Rachel: You've got to eat, Amanda.
Amanda: Later. I think I'm going to sit here and read.
Rachel: Ok. I'll tell Helen to keep your dinner warm.
Amanda: "Careers and babies: A balancing act."
Amanda: "Every working mother must learn to live with stress. If she thinks she can work a full-time job, have an active social life, maintain her former hobbies, and still give quality time to a demanding infant, she's sadly mistaken"?
Amanda: Honey, what's the matter? Bottle? Want a bottle? Oh. Come on, come on. Here. There you go. Ok, ok, ok. Ok. Come on, it's all right, honey.
Amanda: "The new mother will soon learn that something will have to be sacrificed." I hate this book.
Amanda: "Parenting is a partnership."
Cheryl: Here you go, Sam. I hope medium-rare is ok.
Sam: Yeah, that's great, Cheryl, thanks.
Cheryl: Must be some book.
Sam: Yeah, it's pretty interesting.
Cheryl: Oh, by the way -- I know I tell you this every time I see you -- I love the new "Brava" cover. It's terrific.
Sam: Well, thanks, Cheryl.
Cheryl: You must be pretty proud of yourself, huh?
Sam: Yeah, I guess so.
Cheryl: What do you mean, you guess so? You designed it, didn't you?
Sam: Yeah, I did.
Cheryl: Then you must be proud of yourself.
Sam: Well, Cheryl, to be totally honest, sometimes I just wish I'd never heard of that magazine.
Julie Ann: Hey, guys.
Cheryl: Hi, Julie.
Julie Ann: How's it going, Sam?
Sam: It's ok.
Julie Ann: Have you been thinking any more about that offer to Paris?
Sam: I haven't made my decision, if that's what you're asking.
Julie Ann: What are you reading?
Sam: Uh -- nothing.
Julie Ann: Right.
Cheryl: Hey, can I get you anything else?
Sam: No, uh-uh. Thanks.
Cheryl: You sure?
Julie Ann: Well, I'll talk to you later. Poor guy.
Cheryl: Yeah, I'm really worried about him. He seems upset about something.
Julie Ann: He must be going crazy trying to decide if he should take the offer to Paris or stay around for the baby, or --
Julie Ann: I mean, stay around the Bay City area.
Cheryl: Julie Ann, I heard what you said.
Julie Ann: Me and my big mouth.
Cheryl: He's been dating Amanda. Is she pregnant?
Dawn: Ready when you are.
Scott: Dawn, I'm glad you're early. Have I got an extravagant evening planned for you, young lady.
Dawn: What, the movies?
Scott: Well, that's pretty extravagant for a young attorney.
Dawn: Did you find out where "Fantasia" is playing?
Scott: Not yet. Mom's looking at the paper right now.
Mary: Mom just did. It's at the Realto. It starts in 10 minutes.
Scott: Great, great.
Dawn: Oh, oh, we're not going to make it.
Scott: Yes, we will, we will. See you later, mom. Come on.
Vince: Worried about him, huh?
Mary: You mean, that he'll catch it? No.
Vince: No, I didn't mean that.
Mary: He acts as though it doesn't make any difference that she has AIDS, but I know it does.
Vince: It has to make a difference.
Mary: They should be able to be spending this time planning for the future instead of wondering how much time she has left.
John: So, when do you plan to open this place?
Nicole: As soon as we get back from the fashion show on the Riviera.
John: That's not far off.
Nicole: We'll be done, won't we?
John: Well, I'll be out of here long before then.
Nicole: Oh, good. Well, Donna's handled the interior decoration.
John: Well, that's good. She's real good at that.
Nicole: Yeah, she promised that everything would come together by the end of February.
John: I think this place is going to turn out just great.
Nicole: You think so?
John: Oh, yeah, yeah. I envision lines of people, limos driving up, the whole thing.
Nicole: Oh, tell me more, please. This is what I need to hear.
John: Oh, yeah, yeah. Listen, you're going to end up on the "Today" show, on "Donahue."
Nicole: Oh -- "Phil, fashion is my life."
John: I think you got what it takes.
Nicole: Well, in four weeks we'll know.
John: Four weeks -- what, Monte Carlo in four weeks?
Nicole: 28 days, really. Oh, I wish I hadn't remembered that.
Cass: I hope you didn't have anything to do with this.
Nicole: What are you talking about?
Nicole: How could he do this?
Nicole: "Reginald Love has announced a black-tie party in Monaco. Guests will include the titled heads of Europe, all of whom have been invited to Monte Carlo's fashion extravaganza. Mr. Love's soiree is in honor of his daughter, Nicole's new line of designs."
John: They actually printed that?
Cass: In the society page.
John: I didn't think it was in sports beat.
Nicole: Oh, I can't believe it.
Nicole: What's good about it?
Cass: I'm glad you didn't have anything to do with this.
Nicole: I can't believe you -- you even thought for one minute that I did it.
Cass: Well, it's just that when I saw it, I --
Nicole: Hey, I am my own woman.
Cass: I know.
Nicole: Independent --
Cass: You've made your point.
Nicole: Well, apparently, not often enough.
Cass: You're your own self-sufficient, tough woman.
Nicole: Did I say "tough"?
Cass: Oh -- I'm sorry.
Cass: Can we get past this and try to figure out what this does to us?
Nicole: What it does to us?
Nicole: Well, what does it do to us?
Cass: Do you know?
Nicole: Well --
Cass: That's what I thought. Come on, we got to cogitate.
Nicole: Well, look, we know that my father is giving me a party.
Cass: Right. And daddy is trying to begin to insinuate himself into our business. We know that, too.
Nicole: Which we cannot allow.
Cass: But how do we get him to quit once and for all?
Nicole: Well, he's a man who doesn't let go easily.
Cass: We attend.
Cass: The party. The black-tie soiree. We go to it.
Nicole: Why would we do that?
Cass: So that we can use it to our own advantage, turn the tables on him.
Nicole: No, not possible. He's orchestrated the whole evening. You know that.
John: Yeah, when her old man throws a soiree, it's really a big bash.
Nicole: Yeah. No, the only thing to do here is to stop it!
Cass: Where are you going?
Nicole: Oh -- I am going to go see him. This is it. We're going to have it out once and for all.
Cass: He's over at Tops with that pasty-faced assistant of his.
Nicole: Oh, yeah? Well, I don't care if he's with the Queen of England. This is it, the final showdown. Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.
Cass: Well, wait for me, Wyatt.
Nicole: No, you're staying here.
Cass: Two guns are better than one.
Nicole: No, I don't need any help, especially not from someone who thought I'd agree to this in the first place.
John: Don't you two ever get along?
Cass: Only when there's a full moon.
John: Nic, wait! I'll drive you.
Cass: And even then, it's iffy.
Jason: Hey, Vinny. Take a break and I'll buy you a brew.
Vince: The busiest night of the week? There's no such thing as a break. But I have a new Canadian beer you might find amusing, eh?
Jason: Ok. Mary.
Vince: I'll go in the back and get it.
Jason: Aren't you going to say hi?
Mary: I have some work to do upstairs.
Jason: That is not being very friendly.
Mary: Excuse me.
Jason: Yeah, well, I tell you what -- if you'll answer one question -- just one, that's all.
Jason: You still like to ride?
Mary: I beg your pardon?
Jason: Horses. I taught you how to ride.
Jason: Yeah. With some difficulty, but I managed.
Jason: When we worked at the Love estate. I was the horse trainer, and you used to come early all the time so I could teach you how.
Mary: How'd I do?
Jason: Well, great, once you got the hang of it. You used to like to gallop -- I mean, not just -- I mean, go. And the laugh -- you had the greatest laugh and the nicest, warmest smile just wouldn't quit. I'm glad you still got it.
Cheryl: I don't believe it.
Julie Ann: Please, Cheryl, Amanda would kill me if she knew I let it slip.
Cheryl: Sam is going to be a father?
Sam's voice: "And that bonding begins as soon as the new father holds his tiny baby in his arms and continues throughout the child's life. It is no longer the mother's job alone to comfort, bathe, feed, and play with the infant. The new dad now derives great pleasure from sharing all the responsibilities and joys of child rearing."
Felicia: Thank you very much. They really are very beautiful, aren't they? Here, take this. Thank you.
Man: Thank you.
Felicia: "This is one of the pros. Love, Mitch."
Reginald: Hmm, pleasant. Not compelling, but not unattractive.
Man: Maybe we should get down to business, Reginald.
Reginald: Oh, all work and no wine makes you a very dull boy, Prescott.
Man: You didn't ask us here to be compelled by a burgundy.
Reginald: You're quite right, quite right. Very well. Gentlemen, I'm feeling a bit of a chill in the air. You boys have been holding back. I want to know why.
Prescott: We've been having second thoughts.
Reginald: About me?
Man: Your reputation.
Reginald: May I ask why?
Prescott: We can't afford bad publicity.
Man: It's an extremely conservative project.
Reginald: Gentlemen, gentlemen, all those things that you are so fearful of are in the distant past.
Felicia: Nicole, I --
John: Hi, Felicia.
John: I hope this isn't a bad time, but if I don't get my last check, I'm not going to eat tonight.
Felicia: No, no, I understand. What's with Nicole?
Nicole: Would you care to explain how you had the gall to come up with an announcement like this?
Reginald: Nicole --
Nicole: No, you explain this.
Reginald: Gentlemen, would you excuse us? Shall we? What do you think you are doing?
Nicole: That is my question.
Reginald: You have the worst sense of timing.
Nicole: Well, you know, I couldn't care less about timing. How could you do this?
Reginald: What did I do? Do what?
Nicole: In the paper -- the announcement of the party.
Reginald: It's not just a party, it's a ball.
Nicole: Well, let me tell you something -- I will be there on the Riviera that night, but you won't.
Reginald: Are you confiscating my passport?
Nicole: I've done all this without your help.
Reginald: You have, indeed.
Nicole: Yes, and I fought you to be right where I am.
Reginald: Why, I don't know.
Nicole: You are not going to worm your way back in by -- by throwing parties for my company.
Reginald: I am doing this because I love you.
Nicole: Oh, please!
Reginald: Nicole, I am trying to help, that is all.
Reginald: Yes. Why can't you believe that?
Nicole: Because I know better. Because I'm not stupid. I know what you're up to.
Reginald: A ball! People having a good time, a grand time.
Nicole: No, no, no, you'll throw one big bash, and the next thing I know, you'll own my company.
Nicole: No, this is mine. Do you hear me?
Mine. So you just back off.
Reginald: Nicole, I'm doing this because I love you.
Nicole: It's too late for that.
Felicia: Bravo, Nicole.
Reginald: Gentlemen. Gentlemen, please. I will not be treated like this, not by anyone.
Reginald: You get me a man, I don't care who it is, as long as he can be trusted.
Man: Yes, sir.
Reginald: And you get him over to that house that she's turning into a salon, and you have him sabotage the place.
Reginald: Nicole Love designs must cease to exist.
Man: What is he to do, exactly?
Reginald: Do I have to spell everything out to you? He should do whatever it takes to keep that business from getting off the ground.
Mary: I really don't want to talk about this.
Jason: Funny, you sure look like you were real interested.
Mary: It is very difficult for me to talk about a time in my life that someone else remembers and I can't.
Jason: And you're not the least little bit curious?
Mary: No, I am not.
Jason: Mary, you were a fascinating woman.
Mary: Really? Why? What did I do? Did I -- did I sing in elevators? Did I dance on countertops?
Jason: That's your problem. I think maybe you figured you embarrassed yourself.
Mary: Did I?
Jason: Never in front of me.
Mary: Whew! What a relief.
Jason: Good, we can move on, then. Let's talk about it.
Mary: Why do you insist upon it?
Jason: Maybe because I like you.
Mary: Why do I put up with this?
Jason: Maybe because you like me.
Mary: Like you? I've never been so annoyed by anyone I've ever met. Why do you have to pry into my life?
Jason: Reginald Love, that's why.
Jason: That's the one thing that you really don't want to hear anything about, isn't it?
Mary: Right, I don't. Reginald's involvement in my life caused my family a great deal of pain. Are you so insensitive you can't grasp that?
Jason: Do I remind you of that pain?
Mary: Every time you talk about it.
Jason: Hey, hear me talking now?
Vince: Hey, Jason, how'd you like the beer?
Jason: A little light for me, Vinny, but thanks.
Vince: Come on, light?
Jason: Hey, remember, I'm a navy man. Catch you all later, ok?
Vince: Are you busy?
Mary: When? Now?
Vince: Tonight, tonight.
Vince: Well, I thought you'd like to go to dinner.
Vince: No, no, no, anyplace but here. I thought maybe we could go to some other place.
Mary: Are you asking me for a date?
Vince: Well, I thought with all the rough times you're going through, you know, with Scott, what he's going through. His car doesn't work the way it used to, and --
Vince: Yeah what?
Mary: Yeah, I'd love to go to dinner with you.
Vince: Now you're talking.
Julie Ann: I just hope that they get back together.
Cheryl: Yeah, me, too.
Julie Ann: Listen, I'm going to go give Amanda a call and see what she's doing.
Cheryl: Ok. Ahem. Ok, sir, here's your check.
Cheryl: That's it. You ok?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Cheryl: You sure? You seem kind of worried about something.
Sam: No, I just got a lot on my mind, Cheryl.
Cheryl: Anything you want to talk about?
Sam: I'm sorry, Cheryl, I can't.
Cheryl: Even if I --
Sam: Even if you what?
Cheryl: Even if I tell you I already know.
Sam: You know?
Cheryl: Look, Sam, I'm sorry. I -- I really shouldn't even bring it up. I just -- I hate knowing something and pretending I don't. It seems incredibly dishonest.
Sam: Julie Ann told you, didn't she?
Cheryl: Look, don't be angry, Sam. It slipped. She didn't mean it.
Sam: It's none of her business --
Cheryl: Please, Sam, relax. If you want to talk about it, I'm here.
Sam: Cheryl, you're a good friend. Thank you.
Cheryl: And I also happen to be an expert about kids. I love them. I always have. Don't tell anybody, but I -- I even babysit every now and then.
Sam: You still babysit?
Sam: It's funny, you know. I don't know a thing about kids. Look at this.
Cheryl: That's why I thought maybe you'd like to talk. After all, I am the expert.
Sam: You're an expert?
Sam: All right. Wait a minute, that's right. You -- you helped bring up that little girl -- what was her name?
Cheryl: Yeah, Becky.
Cheryl: I miss her so much. I almost felt like she was my own little girl. It was a great feeling.
Sam: Yeah, I know. I was just sitting here daydreaming about having a kid, playing with him.
Cheryl: Him? It could be a her.
Sam: You're right, it could be a her. Ok, playing with him or her, teaching him -- or her -- things, like, oh, I don't know, little league, art classes. Oh, yeah. You know, they say that artistic ability is supposed to be hereditary.
Cheryl: Yeah, I've heard that.
Sam: And swimming -- you know you're supposed to get a baby to start swimming at the age of 3 or 4 months?
Cheryl: Uh-huh, I think I've read that someplace.
Sam: Yeah. Oh, man, if I was living alone in Paris, I couldn't do any of those things with my child.
Amanda: "Each mother must schedule her baby's feedings and naps to accommodate her own schedule."
Amanda: Hi. Now, looky, looky. Ok, see?
[Baby stops crying]
Amanda: Look, huh? Come on. It's ok. Ok? There, ok? Ok?
Amanda: Oh. Hello? Oh, you want the article now? Um, I'll -- I'll see what I can do. I'll get it to you as soon as possible. All right, bye-bye. Oh, no. Ok, ok, honey, ok?
Amanda: No, no. Don't -- oh, no. Come on, come on. Look, look.
Sam: Oh. Shh. Shh, it's ok. It's ok.
Bum, bum bum, bum
Amanda: What is it, mom?
Rachel: Your father just called. He wants me to pick him up at the office. You want to come with?
Amanda: No, I'd rather stay here.
Rachel: Are you all right?
Amanda: Yeah, I'm fine.
Rachel: All right, I'll see you later.
Julie Ann: Amanda?
Amanda: Julie Ann, what's going on?
Julie Ann: Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to know how you're doing.
Amanda: Oh, about the same, I guess.
Julie Ann: Well, I have an idea. Why don't you come meet me at Mary's Place, we'll get a bite to eat, and then we'll go to the movies. I'm dying to see the Steve Martin movie.
Amanda: I'm really not in the mood.
Julie Ann: Ok, well, then how about I rent a movie and bring it over?
Amanda: Um, Julie Ann, I don't know. Not tonight.
Julie Ann: Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Listen, I'll rent "Friday the 13th: Part 27" or whatever they're up to.
Amanda: No, I don't think so. I just want to be by myself, ok?
Julie Ann: Tough. No arguments. I'm coming, I'm on my way.
Amanda: You're so pushy.
Julie Ann: I know.
Sam: It would just be too hard -- trying to make a life for myself in Paris? Knowing that I left my child in Bay City.
Cheryl: Hey, I can understand that.
Sam: It'd just be too hard.
Scott: Dawn, honey? Dawn?
Dawn: What happened?
Scott: The movie's over.
Scott: Come on, it's time to go home.
Dawn: I'm sorry.
Dawn: Oh, I just got really, really tired all of a sudden.
Scott: I saved you some popcorn.
Dawn: Oh, no, thank you.
Scott: No? Well, how about a hot fudge sundae? Make this a really memorable occasion, hmm?
Dawn: Oh, Scott --
Dawn: Do I feel feverish to you?
Scott: Yeah, you do. You want to go home?
Dawn: Yeah, I think we better.
Scott: Ok, let's go. I think I overdid it this evening, huh?
Scott: Don't worry about a thing. I'll take you home. I'm going to take care of you. Come on.
John: Well, I'm out of here, and a richer man for having had this experience. See you.
Felicia: Soon, I hope.
Vince: Well, I -- I guess I'll get a wine list.
Mary: A wine list? You, the original ale and stout guy?
Vince: Hey, wait a minute. I got culture, you know? What do you want? The red kind or the white kind? You pick.
Mary: Listen --
Mary: The music they're playing.
Vince: Oh, yeah. What?
Mary: It's the song that Dawn wrote.
Vince: Oh, yeah. She's got a lot of talent.
Mary: Oh, yes, she has. And she's not going to --
Mary: I wish I could be as strong about this as Scott is being.
Vince: Where do you think he got that strength? Everything he is, whatever values he has -- from you.
Mary: Scott is a wonderful young man with his own set of values.
Vince: You're not going to avoid this compliment. You're a wonderful mother. I know.
Mary: Compliment accepted.
Vince: Yeah. And not a bad looker, to boot.
Mary: You silver-tongued devil.
Vince: Just calling it the way it is.
Mary: Well, you're not so hard to look at, yourself.
Jason: Hey, you two guys are all over the town tonight.
Vince: Why so are you, yeah.
Jason: I like this place. In fact, I could get to be a regular.
Vince: Well, listen, we won't stop you. I -- I'd ask you to sit down, but Mary and I are on a date.
Jason: Oh, just forget you saw me. Please, enjoy.
Jason: You're finally finished. Let's talk.
Jason: I am supposed to be having dinner with my nephew. I'm about to be late.
Reginald: Why don't you leave, then?
Jason: Because I can't. I got this thing in my head that goes around and around and around.
Reginald: Have you considered surgery?
Jason: Am I supposed to laugh? I'm talking about that night, many years ago, and ever since you reminded me of it, I just can't stop thinking about it.
Reginald: Let me put your mind at ease, then. I will never mention that night again. And neither will you.
Nicole: He tried to bluff his way through it, of course. You know daddy. Well, I told him exactly what I thought of him. I made this huge scene in Tops. He was furious. At least I had my say. Well, I don't care, Donna. I mean, he had it coming. It was a long time coming. Anyway, you know what really got to me, though? The way Cass reacted. I mean, he really surprised me. He -- he thought that I was in on this with daddy. Right. Well, anyway, look, I think I'll let you go, ok? I have to take a shower. Doing? Nothing. Ok, well, maybe I'll come over, and we can have -- what time is it? Oh, ok. Well, maybe -- how about midnight? We can have a midnight supper. Ok, great. Well, then I'll see you later. Bye.
Cass: Me? You!
Nicole: What are you doing here?
Cass: I was just about to ask you the same thing.
Amanda: Thanks for coming over, Julie Ann.
Julie Ann: Are you upset?
Amanda: I'm just angry, that's all.
Julie Ann: At Sam?
Amanda: At Sam. At my father. How could he make an offer like that?
Julie Ann: You can stop worrying, Amanda.
Amanda: Right. This will be great. Sam will move off to Paris. I can go through this pregnancy by myself without a care in the world. What a happy ending.
Julie Ann: He's not going to Paris.
Amanda: How do you know that?
Julie Ann: I saw him in Mary's Place, and I can bet you anything in the world that he's going to stay right here in Bay City.
Sam: That's it.
Sam: I've made my decision. I'm going to stay in Bay City.
Man: There he is.
Cheryl: Great, Sam.
Man: Hey, Samuel.
Sam: Whoa! I don't believe this! Hey!
Man: You're a tough guy to get ahold of, man. We tried calling you.
Sam: These two clowns are the best friends I got in Seattle.
Man: Hi. Yeah, well, everybody does need friends.
Second man: Yeah, so haven't you ever heard of the answering machine?
Sam: Well, sometimes, I forget to turn it on, ok?
Man: Three months?
Sam: All right, all right. So what are you guys doing here?
Man: We're hungry. What's the special?
Sam: No, in Bay City, you jerk.
Man: We came here to visit you, buddy.
Sam: All the way from Seattle?
Man: Hey, you're worth it.
Sam: Oh -- this is Cheryl McKinnon.
Man: She's worth it, too.
Sam: Yeah, these are my two best friends -- this is Kirk Hager. That's cute. And this is Jim Mcvie.
Jim: The pleasure's all mine. I bet Sammy doesn't hang out here for the cuisine.
Sam: Uh, so, guys, it's great to see you. Where are you staying?
Jim: Your house.
Sam: Oh, man, I had a feeling.
Kirk: You got sleeping bags?
Sam: Yeah, I suppose I could round some up. Cheryl, your book.
Cheryl: Oh, yeah. My book. Thanks, Sam.
Cheryl: Thanks a lot. I'll see you later.
Cheryl: Nice meeting you.
Jim: I hope we see you again, Cheryl.
Kirk: Well, I'm sure Sam can arrange that, won't you?
Sam: Yeah, I'll see what I can arrange. Guys, let's go find you some sleeping bags, and I'll show you Bay City on the way. All right, it's good to see you.
Nicole: What's that?
Cass: The bedroom.
Nicole: It's got -- it's got things in it.
Cass: Yeah, my things.
Nicole: But --
Cass: When did you move in here?
Nicole: Today. You?
Nicole: Oh, of course. That explains what John saw coming up the back entryway.
Cass: Well, I never would have moved in if I -- I certainly would have --
Nicole: You know, I don't have to tell you everything I'm going to do. I mean, you are my business partner, not my husband.
Cass: Well, all good business relationships are like a marriage, Nicole.
Nicole: All except this one. Anyway, the immediate problem is, what are we going to do about this?
Cass: What flavor is your toothpaste?
Vince: It's a modest little wine, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.
Mary: Its or yours?
Felicia: Hi, guys. Having a good time?
Mary: I certainly am.
Vince: So am I.
Jason: I guess I could agree not to bring it up again.
Reginald: A very wise decision. Don't you ever touch me.
Jason: I just want to be sure you don't leave here with the wrong impression.
Reginald: We are agreed not to mention that night. I'm clear on that.
Jason: No, you agreed. I said I could. C-o-u-l-d -- could agree.
Nicole: Well, I suppose I can't kick you out, since the business owns the house.
Cass: Yeah, the same goes for me.
Both: So --
Cass: If you'll excuse me --
Both: I have to take a shower.
Nicole: Is this the only shower?
Cass: Yeah, on this floor.
Nicole: Oh, Cass, what will people say?
Cass: Who cares? We're partners now, right?
Nicole: Hey, I go first.
Cass: I -- I was here first!
Cass: Here, use my soap. It gets great lather.
Cass: What's that? That smells like smoke.
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