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Another World Transcript Monday 1/5/04

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Cass: Oh, for crying out -- I can't do this!

[Door opens]

Felicia: Bonjour!

Nicole: Felicia! You're back!

Felicia: Hi, darling!

Nicole: Whoo!

Felicia: It's so good to see you!

Nicole: You, too! Hi, Mitch! Oh. When did you guys get in?

Mitch: A little while ago.

Felicia: Yeah.

Nicole: Oh. Well, I thought you weren't coming back till next week.

Felicia: Well, we changed our minds, didn't we?

Mitch: Well, France, you know, I never knew it was so cold.

Felicia: Ooh, yes.

Nicole: Oh, as opposed to Bay City, the sun capital of the world. What's wrong?

Felicia: Well, uh --

Mitch: The dollar has fallen.

Felicia: Right, the dollar has fallen. Did you know? Yeah, really fallen.

Nicole: What is it? What is it, you guys?

Felicia: What? I mean, there doesn't have to be anything wrong, does there?

Nicole: Well, you're back a week early.

Felicia: Right.

Nicole: And you're stalling. And Mitch is smiling. Mitch never smiles.

Felicia: He always smiles.

Nicole: No, never mind that. Now come on, you two. You guys, tell me. Something's happened, right? What is it?

Mitch: Easy, it's nothing. Believe me, it's --

Nicole: Felicia, was I kicked out of the fashion show?

Felicia: Nicole, I --

Cass: Some preface to Kathleen's book. What -- oh. Hi.

Felicia: Well, it looks like we have trouble on both sides of the Atlantic.

Mary: Surprise.

Jason: How did you get in here?

Mary: Oh, I borrowed the key from Vince's desk.

Jason: I suppose you're just going to tell me why you did it, right?

Mary: What was I supposed to do, sit in my room waiting for you to tell me why you think Reginald killed his wife?

Jason: Should never have told you that.

Mary: But you did, and now I want to know the rest of it.

Jason: Now you're ripped.

Mary: Why did he do it?

Jason: Mary, I am not going to discuss it.

Mary: Why?

Sam: Amanda, I love you.

Amanda: What if I wasn't carrying your baby?

Sam: I would still love you.

Amanda: Why did you come to New York?

Sam: What is this, the third degree?

Amanda: Answer me, please?

Sam: Ok, I came to New York because of you.

Amanda: Why?

Sam: Because I realized that you mean more to me than anything else in the world, including my pride. And also, I didn't want you destroying that life that we created together.

Amanda: Sam, if I thought -- I've got -- I've got to get out of here.

Sam: Why? Why?

Amanda: I don't know. I have to think.

Sam: No, you're not leaving.

Amanda: What?

Sam: I've got something to tell you, something very important. Will you listen to me?

Sam: Please, come over and sit down?

Amanda: Sam --

Sam: Please just sit? This isn't easy for me. Ok?

Amanda: Is this about us?

Sam: Uh -- indirectly.

Amanda: Ok.

Sam: Look, I haven't even talked to Mitch about this, all right?

Amanda: What?

Sam: When I was young, my mother fell in love with this guy.

Amanda: The one you told me about? The rich one?

Sam: Yeah, him. Except, uh, she didn't just fall in love with him. She told him everything.

Amanda: What?

Sam: Well, everything about herself, about things.

Amanda: What things?

Sam: Feelings. Uh -- she told him about herself and how she felt. She told him about my dad. She told him about me. She told him about everything that she was afraid of. It wasn't easy for her, you know, because my mom, she was shy.

Amanda: Except for when she was with this guy.

Sam: Yeah. She, uh -- it was like she opened up her heart and she opened it wide and she said to him, "here, this is me. This is who I am. Hurt me if you like."

Amanda: And he left her.

Sam: He not only left her, he dumped her.

Amanda: Just like that?

Sam: Just like that. And you know what he said to her when he left? He said, "I don't need all your baggage." He said, "you're too dependent and you're too grateful." I mean, what the hell else was she supposed to be? I heard her crying all night long. See, and then, uh, she got quiet.

Amanda: What happened?

Sam: Well, I was scared, you know, and, um, I went running into her room, and -- and I found her just in time.

Amanda: What?

Sam: I don't even know where she got the pills, you know?

Amanda: Oh, Sam.

Sam: So the doctor, he told me that I -- if I'd been a couple of more minutes late, she would've been dead.

Amanda: Sam, I'm sorry. I --

Sam: Listen, I don't want your pity. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I told you this for a reason, all right? I want you to understand this. I want you to understand something very important to me.

Felicia: Oh, it's good to see you, too. Except for --

Cass: What?

Felicia: You know, you don't look so great.

Cass: Oh, you always say the sweetest things. Was she like this the whole time in France? Welcome back, Mitch.

Mitch: Thanks.

Felicia: So, tell me, what about the preface for Kathleen's book? What's happening?

Cass: Oh, you know me -- never do today what you can put off until tomorrow.

Felicia: Cass --

Cass: Hey, you're back early.

Mitch: Well, a little bit.

Cass: Don't tell me -- Mitch insisted on the nude beaches, and you wouldn't have anything to do with it.

Felicia: Just never mind about the south of France. Come on. Tell me about the preface for Kathleen's book.

Nicole: A little writer's block, maybe?

Felicia: You're having a problem, are you?

Cass: I don't know.

Felicia: You know, honey, you're really the only one who can write it.

Cass: I'll get to it.

Felicia: Have you been sleeping?

Cass: I'm fine. Oh, look at you guys. Will you stop this?

Felicia: Well, honey, if you're having a problem --

Cass: It's nothing I can't handle. Now, let's drop it, ok?

Nicole: Sure, that's fine.

Felicia: Fine, fine.

Nicole: Besides, you never answered my question, Felicia. Now something's wrong, isn't it?

Mitch: Now, why would you say that?

Cass: You two aren't exactly picture-post card material for the return of the happy travelers.

Nicole: And you are back a week early.

Cass: Tell us your worst. We got problems in France, huh?

Nicole: It's a disaster, right?

Mitch and Felicia: Well --

Felicia: You might say that.

Mitch: I wouldn't say that.

Mary: I want to know why you think Reginald killed his wife, and if you don't tell me, I'm going right downstairs-- ah.

Jason: Hurts, huh? Here, I think you should be all right. Sit down, sit down. Easy. Bruised ribs can be very painful. Better?

Mary: I saw his face when he looked at you.

Jason: So did I.

Mary: You're scared.

Jason: No, I am not afraid.

Mary: You are, too! I can see it in your eyes. Well, at least you have that much sense.

Jason: Easy. I'm liable to turn my head.

Mary: If you know that Reginald killed his wife, does that have something to do with the bomb?

Jason: Mary, I am just as much in the dark as you are.

Mary: Oh, gee, I doubt that.

Jason: Would you like some tea? Hot tea?

Mary: It is not going to work. My questions are not going to go away.

Jason: The way I see it, and that's partly because of what I actually saw and partly from what I pieced together, because I didn't know anything definitely, not at first. Not till he started beating up on me that night.

Mary: You mean you were guessing?

Jason: I hinted, and he took the bait.

Mary: Enough to want you dead.

Jason: I was very convincing, Mary.

Mary: Tell me about it.

Jason: Just I thought he -- and then I knew and I saw his reaction that he'd killed her.

Mary: What, you mean you never really saw anything?

Jason: I saw them go in the house that night. He and Betts went upstairs, they went --

Mary: "Betts"?

Jason: He called her Elizabeth.

Mary: Oh.

Jason: They were in the bedroom, her bedroom. I saw the silhouettes and I --

Mary: Wait a minute, where were you?

Jason: I was standing out in the garden.

Mary: What did you do?

Jason: I left.

Mary: What?

Jason: My leave was almost over. I had to be back at the Great Lakes naval station. I had to be back that night. In fact, when I got there, they shipped me out to Tokyo.

Mary: Well, you mean you never even knew about the suicide until, like, later?

Jason: Suicide was wrong for her from day one.

Mary: For Betts?

Jason: She was full of life. She always looked forward to tomorrow.

Mary: Oh, I think I get the picture.

Jason: There's no way that she took her own life. It was just obvious what had really happened.

Mary: Because of the way Reginald was reacting?

Jason: Right. Exactly right.

Mary: You seemed to know Reginald's wife awfully well.

Jason: What?

Mary: Well, you called her "Betts."

Jason: Everybody that worked there on the estate called her "Betts," some behind her back. I worked there.

Mary: Yeah, not while you were in the Navy.

Jason: No.

Mary: So you were in the Navy that night and you were on their property, standing in their garden, looking up at her bedroom window.

Jason: Just a minute. I am trying to tell you why I think Reginald killed her, right?

Mary: Right.

Jason: Then what's why I was there that night have to do with it?

Mary: It could have everything to do with it.

Jason: Says who?

Mary: You have -- me. You have got to tell me the truth. You've got to do it or I'm going to the Police.

Jason: You're bluffing.

Mary: Oh, yeah? Try me. I tell you what, why don't you just get me some warm tea, and I will -- I'll sit here and I'll wait for the rest of your story.

Felicia: You know, Mitch is right. It's not a disaster at all.

Cass: Then what is it?

Mitch: It's minor.

Felicia: It is minor. It's minor.

Mitch: It's a minor problem.

Cass: Yeah? How minor?

Felicia: Minor.

Nicole: Are we delayed? Postponed?

Felicia: No, no, honey, it's nothing like that at all, no.

Nicole: We're not canceled?

Felicia and Mitch: No!

Cass: Then why the long faces when you got here?

Nicole: What went wrong?

Felicia: I mean, nothing really went wrong, right?

Mitch: It's the fashion business, you know that.

Felicia: Right, right. You know what, we'll tell you all about it soon, tomorrow. Let's go!

Nicole: No, no!

Cass: Wait, wait, wait!

Felicia: We're tired. We're very tired. You know, it's been a long trip.

Mitch: You know, jet-lag and all that.

Nicole: Wait, wait, wait. Just tell me one more time, are we still in the show?

Felicia: Honey, absolutely. Don't even think like that, all right?

Mitch: There's no problem with the show at all.

Felicia: Right, right, not at all. Ok, we'll talk about it tomorrow, really. I'll tell you all about it. Come on, Mitch.

Cass: Yeah, great. Thanks a lot.

Felicia: Uh-huh.

Cass: Tomorrow. Bye.

Felicia: See you tomorrow!

Nicole: Get some rest!

Felicia: Thanks!

Nicole: They were lying.

Cass: Oh, definitely.

Nicole: But we're still in the show.

Cass: Oh, yeah, they weren't lying about that.

Nicole: So I guess they'll tell us what it is tomorrow.

Cass: Right, we'll just deal with it then.

Nicole: Yeah. Don't have much choice. So, uh, back to work, I guess.

Cass: Yeah. I guess.

Nicole: Typewriter calling?

Cass: Yeah, but I'm not going to answer it.

Nicole: Why not?

Cass: I'm not a writer.

Nicole: It's harder than you thought.

Cass: I can't do this!

Nicole: But why?

Cass: I just -- I don't even know where to begin.

Nicole: Shouldn't you start with the fact that you loved her?

Nicole: Oh, great going, Nicole. You and your big mouth. What are you looking at?

Amanda: So how is your mother now?

Sam: Oh, she's ok. She keeps mostly to herself.

Amanda: Like you do?

Sam: Yeah, well, my family's never been one for expressing how they --

Amanda: How they feel?

Sam: Right. Well, you know, my brother, old stone face? He's a man of very few words.

Amanda: Yeah, I know.

Sam: And mom, I mean, she raised two kids, mostly on her own.

Amanda: That sounds hard.

Sam: Yeah. And then she meets this guy, she thinks she has a chance. She should never have met that man.

Amanda: Is that what you think? That you're better off being alone than to take the risk of getting hurt?

Sam: Amanda, it's not that simple, all right? Look -- yeah, I suppose there is a part of me deep inside that still believes that.

Amanda: Is that why you stayed away from me?

Sam: Yeah. I was afraid I'd get burned.

Amanda: Sometimes love is like that. Just have to take a chance.

Sam: I know. So I'm going to take a chance. I love you, Amanda.

Amanda: You have no idea how long I waited for you to say that.

Sam: Just please don't walk out the door.

Amanda: I love you, Sam. I always will.

Amanda: We'd better stop this kissing stuff if you want to get there in time.

Sam: Get where in time?

Amanda: The toy store you told me about.

Sam: You want to go?

Amanda: Well, I think it's time that we get our child its first toy.

Sam: You're serious? All right! Let's do this! Ok. Tell you what -- ooh, man, I hope they got a football.

Amanda: A football?

Sam: Well, yeah, that's the first thing I got when I was a kid, a football. I mean, it's important, the first toy.

Amanda: A football?

Sam: Yes, before I even opened my eyes.

Amanda: We are not getting this child a football.

Sam: Now, why not? Come on.

Amanda: Because it's too much of a cliché.

Sam: Ok, ok, so we'll get it a football and we'll get it finger paints. Half artsy, half macho. What do you think?

Amanda: You're crazy!

Sam: Yeah, I am, because I'm in love! Come on, let's go!

Jason: The way I figure it, sometime after I left -- I don't know when -- he must have killed her, tried to make it look like a suicide, then he set fire to the house.

Mary: He burned his own house?

Jason: Well, it's a very good way to try to hide evidence, isn't it?

Mary: But why would he -- why -- why would he kill his wife?

Jason: Why does anybody murder anybody?

Mary: Wait, no, you don't even -- you don't even know for sure that that's what happened.

Jason: No, I don't. Everything I'm doing is just plain guess. I'm guessing.

Mary: But I saw his face.

Jason: And he has something to hide.

Mary: No, I always -- I -- I always believed he'd draw the line at --

Jason: Murder?

Mary: But if what you're saying is true, if it happened --

Jason: It's true, Mary. All of it is true.

Mary: Then could it have something to do with me? Because he took me away with him six months after the fire? Is that what you're saying? Is that it, Jason? Did all of this -- did this have something to do with me?

[Knock on door]

Scott: Mr. Frame, it's Scott LaSalle.

Mary: That's my son.

Jason: Yes?

Scott: Sorry to bother you, but I had a few quest-- mom, what are you doing here?

Mary: Oh, hi. Oh, having tea with Jason.

Jason: Come in.

Mary: Have you met my son?

Scott: Yes, we've met. I thought you were trying to get some sleep.

Mary: I did, I tried.

Cheryl: Are you in pain?

Mary: No, no, no, no, no. That's not it, no. I -- I had a lot of questions about what happened, so Jason and I were talking.

Scott: Yeah, I have some questions myself. As a matter of fact, were you able to give the cops any leads in the bombing?

Jason: I don't know anything more than anybody else.

Scott: Look, my mother was almost killed because of this thing and I want to find out --

Mary: Sweetheart, I'm going to go back to my room, but I have a very good idea. I'd love to have dinner with the two of you tonight.

Cheryl: You sure you're up to it?

Mary: Oh, absolutely. I don't want to eat alone. Hmm?

Scott: Yeah, that -- that sounds fine, Mom.

Mary: Thank you for the tea.

Jason: Oh, was my pleasure.

Mary: Ok.

Scott: Mr. Frame --

Jason: Jason. Call me Jason, please.

Scott: Jason, Jason, we'll be talking with you.

Jason: That's fine.

Mary: Come on, guys.

Jason: Mary, take care.

Mary: We'll talk again -- soon.

Felicia: Mitch, what are you doing?

Mitch: Checking.

Felicia: You don't actually think that this guy would come here, do you?

Mitch: I don't know. I'm just checking.

Felicia: Wonder how long this is going to last.

Mitch: I don't think it's anything to worry about. Just take it easy.

Felicia: Easy. Right. We've only had a guy following us all over Paris, that's all.

Mitch: Not to mention Monte Carlo.

Felicia: You know, Cass and Nicole never believed us for a second, you know that.

Mitch: Talk to them tomorrow.

Felicia: Yeah, tomorrow. Tomorrow. Right. You know, Mitch, look, I've been thinking. That guy in Monte Carlo -- maybe -- maybe he didn't get his facts straight, you know, they were all mixed up, or maybe he didn't speak English that well.

Mitch: What are you talking about? Do you believe that?

Felicia: No, I don't. You're right.

Mitch: The whole thing was set up. It was a setup from the start.

Felicia: Yeah, good old Jacques, all that hand-kissing, that lousy little Frenchman. I'd like to, well --

Mitch: I think everything's ok.

Felicia: We're home.

Mitch: Finally.

Felicia: Oh, come on. Wasn't that bad, was it?

Mitch: It was close.

Felicia: I loved it.

Mitch: Yes, I know you loved it.

Felicia: Well, I did. I mean, until, you know, we found out about all that trouble. I --

Mitch: You mean the trouble that messed up our plans to get together for maybe a couple of days alone in a villa?

Felicia: Next time. You'll see, next time we'll have lots of time alone. Next time.

Mitch: I think the next time is right now.

Felicia: Right now?

Mitch: A little jetlag never hurt anybody.

Felicia: Oh. Right.

[Knock on door]

Man: Room service.

Felicia: What?

Mitch: Just a little something I ordered while you were getting the mail.

Felicia: You know, you're getting very good. I am hungry.

Man: Good evening, sir.

Mitch: Good evening.

Felicia: Hi, Mike.

Mike: Hi. Welcome back.

Felicia: Thank you. Wow. What's -- what's under here?

Mike: It's a surprise.

Felicia: Oh.

Mitch: Thank you, Mike.

Mike: Thank you very much. Enjoy yourselves.

Felicia: Thank you. Well, a surprise, huh? So what is it, something fit for a villa, like champagne or caviar or pheasant under dome?

Mitch: Are you kidding?

Felicia: No, not --

Mitch: No, no, no, you're not tired of that stuff?

Felicia: You are?

Mitch: I'm talking American. I'm talking hamburgers --

Felicia: Oh.

Mitch: French fries, health onion rings --

Felicia: Oh, yeah, right.

Mitch: Tops burger --

Felicia: Oh, you mean --

Mitch: Apple pie.

Felicia: We could probably send out for grape soda and ice cream bars if you want.

Mitch: Born in the U.S.A. I was come on, let's eat.

Felicia: Thank you -- except, well, wait a minute.

Mitch: What?

Felicia: What's under there?

Mitch: Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.

Felicia: Mitch, what's under here? Mitch, what's under there? Come on.

Mitch: Uh-uh.

Mitch: Now, that is food.

Felicia: Uh-huh.

Mitch: I mean, Europeans don't understand, do they?

Felicia: Understand what?

Mitch: Well, about the simple things of life, like a hamburger.

Felicia: Oh, you mean the important things.

Mitch: Right. What kind of place is France, no hamburgers?

Felicia: Oh, I know. I think we should write to the Board of Tourism.

Mitch: No all-night drugstores.

Felicia: Not even dial-a-prayer. Can you imagine?

Mitch: Clean taxis.

Felicia: Hmm, disgraceful.

Mitch: The worst was walking.

Felicia: Why?

Mitch: Because of all the men that were ogling you. I mean, they don't even make a point of trying to hide it.

Felicia: I sort of liked that part.

Mitch: Yes, I noticed.

Felicia: So is that why you wanted to take me to a villa?

Mitch: You mean I have to explain why I would want to be alone with you?

Felicia: No, no, I just -- well, you know, the other reasons.

Mitch: I had a plan.

Felicia: What kind of plan?

Mitch: Well, it's no big deal, anyway. I put it off.

Felicia: Great. The next time, huh?

Mitch: Mm-hmm, until tonight.

Felicia: Tonight? Uh, you want to -- want to give me a hint?

Mitch: Ok. I'll give you a hint.

Felicia: Ok, do.

Mitch: It has to do with --

Felicia: What?

Mitch: The American way, home and hearth.

Felicia: Wouldn't have anything to do with what's under this silver little --

Mitch: Not until you eat the last French fry.


Cass: "Kathleen McKinnon was the most elegant woman." Who cares about elegance? She was more than that. She was the most intelligent -- how intelligent could she be? She married me. If she hadn't married me, maybe she'd be alive.

[Knock on door]

Nicole: Huh? Yeah?

Cass: I need to use your phone.

Nicole: Why?

Cass: I'm calling Mac Cory and telling him to forget it.

Nicole: Oh, no, you're not.

Cass: Oh, now, what do you mean?

Nicole: You can do it, Cass.

Cass: Oh, please spare me the pep talk, ok?

Nicole: No, it'll come, it'll come to you.

Cass: I'm calling Mac.

Nicole: No, you're not.

Cass: What do you mean, no?

Nicole: You'll hate yourself if you don't do this.

Cass: I'll hate myself even more if I muck it up!

Nicole: But why can't you write a preface to a book? It's not that hard.

Cass: Oh, yeah? Then you do it!

Nicole: There's a reason, Cass.

Cass: Of course there's a reason! It's because it's about Kathleen!

Nicole: I know.

Cass: Every time I think of her, I see her face, I can't move. Don't you understand? The words don't come. My page remains blank!

Nicole: But why?

Cass: I guess it's because I can't talk about her in the past tense.

Nicole: I know.

Cass: She was just gone. I never said goodbye to her. I still haven't.

Nicole: Then maybe you should do that.

Amanda: Come on, I've got the door.

Sam: Ok. Ha!

Amanda: Five feet, that's it.

Sam: All right, well -- there. I don't think I've had so much fun since I was a kid.

Amanda: A little kid in a toy store.

Sam: You didn't do too bad yourself.

Amanda: No, I guess that's true.

Sam: You know the worst thing about it is you could probably find the exact same toys in Bay City for less.

Amanda: No, you can't. You'll never find another bear like this. This bear has eyes like no other bear in the world.

Sam: That is true. He's kind of cute, isn't he?

Amanda: Yeah.

Sam: What, you got a name for him already?

Amanda: No, not yet. Want to help?

Sam: I tell you what, why don't we do that later?

Amanda: I can't believe this.

Sam: What?

Amanda: This morning, I didn't think I would have this baby or you.

Sam: Well, guess what -- you're stuck with us both.

Amanda: Thank God.

Sam: I love you.

Amanda: I love you, too.

Sam: Mmm. Did anybody ever tell you you are an amazing kisser?

Amanda: Oh, you're not too bad yourself.

Sam: Oh, yeah? Oh.

Sam: You know something?

Amanda: What?

Sam: I want this to last forever.

Amanda: I think it will.

Sam: I want to make you happy, always.

Cass: Hey. Never thought I'd do this. I thought we were going to -- I was sure we were going to grow old together, retire to some island in the Caribbean, and argue a lot. We were getting very accomplished at that, weren't we? You would've made a great old lady.

Cass: But it didn't happen that way. And here I am. I find myself in this predicament.

Cass: I'm here to say goodbye, you know. Remember how many times we've said that word? I wish I had a dollar for every time we called it quits. The time I called you a bimbo. I still don't know why you were so upset, but I honestly didn't think I was going to make it out that door alive. And then California, when you were still in the wheelchair. You wouldn't say a word to me except goodbye. Then all the times I got mad at you and slammed out the door, swore that that was it, I was never going to see you again. But every one of those times, neither one of us -- well, we both knew that we didn't really mean it. Goodbye was just a word. But this time, it's real. I mean it. I have to mean it. I have no choice. And I know it's what you want me to do. You'd want me to go on. I just don't know what I'm going on to. This would've been much easier for you to handle. You were much better at being alone than me. I'll never forget you. God, look at my hand. I'm trembling. And it's not from the cold. I'm scared to do this. I want to hold on to you. I don't ever want to say goodbye. I don't ever want to let go. But I have to.

Cass: I have to.

Cass: I loved you the best way I knew how, Kathleen.

Cass: Goodbye.

Cass: Goodbye.

Bianca: Well, that's --

[door closes]


Cass: "Kathleen McKinnon was beautiful, stubborn, witty, determined, and, in her own way, incredibly loving. For too short a time, she was also my wife. This is her book, and there won't be any more. Read it and you'll learn two things -- what a gifted writer she was and what a lucky man I was. And I'll never forget the time we had together or the night we said goodbye."

Nicole: Good night, Cass.

Felicia: Ok, you said eat, get comfortable, and I can look to see what's in the box.

Mitch: Ah, ah, ah. I carried that box all over Europe.

Felicia: Well, then I think it's time that I saw what was in it, don't you?

Mitch: Well, I was going to give it to you on several occasions, but we were interrupted.

Felicia: Mitch, what's in this box? What? Mitch.

Mitch: That is my way of saying one more time "marry me."

Felicia: So it's an engagement ring?

Mitch: Or a wedding ring, if you want. It's your choice.

Felicia: Oh, it's so beautiful. Ok. It'll be my engagement ring.

Mitch: Engagement ring it is.

Felicia: Thank you.

Mitch: Still didn't answer my question.

Felicia: What?

Mitch: Are you saying yes or no?

Felicia: I'm saying yes.

Mitch: All right.

Felicia: So, I guess we're engaged.

Amanda: I could stay like this forever.

Sam: Oh, me, too.

Amanda: Wait a minute.

Sam: What?

Amanda: I have to call my parents. They think I'm coming home today.

Sam: That's ok, I got to call Mitch, too. We'll call them later.

Amanda: Ok, we'll call them later.

Sam: Good idea. Sam and Amanda are in love and we're pregnant! So what do you think? You still happy?

Amanda: I've always dreamed about this.

Sam: What?

Amanda: The guy I love, who loves me, his arms around me.

Sam: Well, that was the way it was meant to be.

Amanda: Yeah.

Sam: You know something?

Amanda: What?

Sam: It's just the beginning, too.

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