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Another World Transcript Tuesday 1/13/04

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Michael: Well, Vicky -- what about her?

Donna: Well, she does live here, Michael.

Michael: So?

Donna: Well, when I move in --

Michael: Donna, don't worry about Vicky, ok? She'll be fine.

Donna: Michael, you know how much I want her to accept me, and I want her to accept us being together.

Michael: She will.

Donna: You know, that's easy for you to say.

Michael: Donna, you talked to her.

Donna: Yes, you know I did.

Michael: Well, what's the problem then?

Donna: Oh, Michael, I just -- I just wish things could be the way they were before.

Michael: Donna, they can't be the way they were before. You can't go back, all right, but you can go forward, maybe to something better.

Donna: Right. Something better. Hmm, no, no, I've -- I've got to go.

Michael: Go where?

Donna: Back to the design house.

Michael: You don't have to go.

Donna: Yes, I do. We are very behind.

Michael: Ok, I tell you what, why don't you call me before you leave work and come home.

Donna: Michael, is there something you're not telling me?

Michael: About what?

Donna: About father. I want to know what it is.

Michael: Donna, there's absolutely nothing going on.

Donna: Then why did you come running to the design house when you heard my father's voice on the phone?

Michael: Because I knew that neither you nor Nicole wanted him there.

Donna: No, there is more to it than that.

Michael: Donna, all I'm reacting to is you. Now, you have a good day, and give me a call later on, ok?

Donna: Oh, ok, ok.

Michael: And you drive safely.

Donna: I will.

Michael: The roads are icy out there. You will, ok?

Donna: I will, I promise. I'll see you later. Bye.

Michael: Bye.

[Phone rings]

Michael: Hello?

Mary: Hi, Michael. It's Mary.

Michael: Mary, how'd it go at the doctor's?

Mary: I need -- I need to talk to you right away.

Amanda: Hey, you're working here late.

Liz: So are you, your first day back from New York.

Amanda: I just have a couple things I've got to show dad, that's all. Is he in?

Liz: He's in the office. Want me to buzz him?

Amanda: No, I'll barge in, it's ok. Aunt Liz?

Liz: Mm-hmm?

Amanda: You wouldn't happen to know where Sam is, would you?

Liz: Haven't seen him since this morning.

Amanda: Julie Ann told me he might've left early.

Liz: Well, he hasn't been back since then, at least not that I know of.

Amanda: Wonder where he could be.

Liz: I'm sure I can't tell you. His behavior still puzzles me.

Amanda: Aunt Liz.

Liz: Oh, no, I know, dear. It's just I can't help it if I just don't understand that young man of yours.

Amanda: Did I ask if you understood him?

Liz: No. No one has asked me. So I'll just shut up and try and track him down for you.

Amanda: Thank you.

Liz: Get me the Art department, please.

[Knock on door]


Sam: Had a feeling it was going to be you.

Mitch: You want to try this again?

Sam: I don't want to get into it right now, Mitch, all right?

Mitch: I said, "congratulations," that's all, and you said, "yeah, well, thanks, bro." Come on.

Sam: I'm not in the mood, ok?

Mitch: Why not?

Sam: Because I'm busy.

Mitch: So what is this, the mad artist taking his frustrations out on the canvas?

Sam: Mitch, I'd really rather be alone right now.

Mitch: Ok. That's a great way to celebrate.

Sam: Who said anything about celebrating?

Mitch: Hey, you just got engaged!

Sam: No kidding. Don't you think I know that?

Mitch: I saw Amanda this afternoon. At least she was happy.

Sam: Look, Mitch, what do you want from me?

Mitch: I want to know what's going on. I mean, you just got engaged and you act like you're miserable. You want to tell me about it?

John: Nic. Got anything in a size 14? No, wait, wait, I think I've lost some weight. Maybe a size 12 will do.

Cass: Hey, John. Hi.

John: Hi.

Nicole: Where have you been?

John: Well, boss, I've been over at the Frame farm.

Nicole: Jason Frame?

John: I know, I know, I promised you the benefit of my extraordinary services and resources, but Jason was without a wall due to a bomb blast. It's getting a little cold out, so we put up a new one.

Cass: That's ok.

Nicole: What does that mean?

Cass: That we're in no great rush to begin construction on the back wing, so that's ok.

Nicole: We're in no rush?

John: Ahem. Well, I went over the blueprints. I think that we can start the foundation right after the opening.

Nicole: Well, how long will it take to finish?

John: Oh, not long. I haven't worked up a schedule yet.

Nicole: It's ok.

John: Uh -- you know, I think you're doing the right thing by expanding. I mean, down the line, you're going to need it.

Cass: I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

John: There you go.

Nicole: Oh, come on.

Cass: What?

Nicole: The future doesn't interest you in the least.

Cass: Where did that come from?

John: If this is a bad time --

Nicole: No, no. I will go over the plans with you, John.

Cass: What is the matter with you?

Nicole: Oh, nothing.

Cass: Nicole! Hey!

John: Did I start this?

Nicole: Hey, you don't care. You don't care when we start to expand because all you're going to do is keep your fingers crossed. You just don't care, Cass, and that is the bottom line.

Cass: What are you talking about?

Nicole: You heard me.

Cass: It was impossible not to. However, understanding you is another matter altogether.

John: Well, I just dropped by --

Nicole: Look, read my lips, Cass --

John: To let you know --

Nicole: You don't care.

Cass: About what?

John: About the plans, and --

Nicole: I'm not sure that you ever did.

Cass: You're being ridiculous here!

John: So whenever you want to see them --

Nicole: Anyone who disagrees with you is ridiculous.

John: Let me know.

Cass: Ok, ok. Why don't we both calm down and let's discuss this rationally.

Nicole: Oh! Now I'm being irrational!

Cass: Nicole!

Nicole: Stop!

Donna: Oh! Well, hello, everybody. Isn't it incredible out? I just love winter.

Nicole: You hate winter.

Donna: Well, not this one, and especially not today. Today has been perfect.

Nicole: Well, I'm glad someone thinks so.

John: What makes today such a perfect day?

Donna: Um, Michael asked me to move in with him.

John: That's great.

Nicole: Well, I'm very happy for you, Donna.

Donna: Well, Nicole, you don't sound very happy.

Nicole: Well, I am. It's not right for people to be alone, especially when they're in love.

Donna: Well, and we are.

Nicole: Well, I would love to talk, but since I have the responsibility for this business, I'd better keep working.

Donna: What in the world is wrong with her? Wait a minute, did -- did I interrupt something?

Cass: Yeah. But I haven't a clue as to what.

John: So, it's official then? You're moving back with Mike?

Mary: So it triggered some kind of reaction, I suppose, like when you open a door just a crack.

Ada: Well, does this crack ever get to open all the way?

Mary: Oh, well, the doctor's not promising anything.

Ada: Yeah, but there is a chance that you will get your memory back?

Mary: There is a chance, but I'm not to get my hopes up too high.

Ada: Oh, come on. Get your hopes up too high.

Mary: Oh, all right, I will!

Ada: It must be the explosion that started all this, right?

Mary: Yes, if I'd known all it was going to take was a bump on the head, I could've arranged that years ago.

Ada: Listen, do you think that Reginald is behind the bombing?

Mary: Yeah, we're pretty sure.

Ada: Well, if it is, it'll backfire on him. He's the one who got you to remember your life before he came into it.

Mary: Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Ada: Mm-hmm. Well, what do you do now, just sit around and wait?

Mary: Oh, no, no, I'm supposed to work at it. Uh -- oh, would you like to help?

Ada: Oh, would I! How?

Mary: Well, I'm supposed to talk to everybody about anything in the past -- people, places, events.

Ada: Well, Vince should help you with that.

Mary: No, I don't want Vince to know about it.

Ada: Why?

Mary: Because if it doesn't work out, I can handle my own disappointment, but I know I couldn't handle his.

Ada: Oh, yeah. Right. Well, I didn't know, you know, many of the friends that you had then.

Mary: That's ok. You knew the neighborhood where we lived.

Ada: Yeah, but it's all changed now.

Mary: That's ok.

Ada: Urban renewal.

Mary: No, no, no, tell me about it then.

Ada: Ok. Let's see. It was a good neighborhood, poor, but clean and safe, you know? And there was this row of old buildings up on one side of the street with walkup apartments, and on the other side was a dry cleaner and a bakery where they made their own rolls and bread and stuff. I guess that's not there anymore. And then down on the corner --

Mary: There was a grocery?

Ada: Yeah. You remember that?

Mary: It had an entrance kind of around the corner?

Ada: Yeah!

Mary: Oh, Ada.

Ada: Ha! Eddie's market! Do you remember it?

Mary: Oh, Ada. The market, um --

Ada: It must've been where you shopped and everything.

Mary: It had, like -- did it have an awning above the door?

Ada: Yeah! A little --

Mary: It did?

Ada: Yes!

Mary: Oh --

Michael: Mary?

Mary: Michael? It may be happening.

Michael: Can you remember?

Mary: Well, it's very difficult and it's -- it's kind of in little flashes, but, yeah, I think I'm starting to remember.

Liz: Thank you.

Amanda: Not there?

Liz: Oh, that Art department. Almost no one is there, but they said Sam hasn't been back since this morning.

Amanda: Maybe he's at his loft.

Liz: Well, he hasn't been in the last five minutes or he has not been answering his phone.

Amanda: Where could he be?

Mac: Who?

Amanda: Sam. Nobody can find him.

Mac: Since when?

Amanda: Since this morning.

Mac: Give him time. He'll turn up.

Amanda: But it's just I know he would've called me. I'm a little worried.

Mac: Darling, I'm sure there's no reason for you to worry. You know Sam.

Amanda: And I also know that he should've called me.

Liz: Well, he certainly hasn't changed his stripes.

Amanda: Well, what is that supposed to mean?

Liz: Well, slamming out of here like this, not even telling you where he's going.

Mac: Liz, allow me to give you some advice that I am giving myself.

Liz: I know I'm going to hate this.

Mac: Sam is Amanda's fiancÚ. You and I have got to try very hard to keep an open mind about him.

Liz: I hate this.

Mac: It's what Amanda wants us to do.

Liz: That's very sensible. Maddeningly sensible.

[Mac chuckles]

Amanda: I just wish I knew where he was.

Mac: I'm going over to Mary's Place to have a coffee with your grandmother. Come with me.

Amanda: No, I can't.

Mac: You can try to get Sam from there.

Amanda: I want to do a rewrite on this.

Mac: Tomorrow! Always do rewrites in the morning when you're fresh.

Amanda: Wait a minute, who said this?

Mac: I think it was -- oh! -- Mackenzie Cory, editor extraordinaire! We'll be at Mary's Place.

Liz: Right, sir.

Mac: And if Rachel finishes her meeting in time, would you ask her to join us?

Liz: Of course, sir.

Amanda: And if Sam calls, can you please --

Liz: I'll tell him, my dear, I'll tell him!

Amanda: Ok. Thanks, aunt Liz.

Liz: All right. Today's generation does everything backwards.

Mitch: Did I get through the test?

Sam: What test?

Mitch: The silent test.

Sam: There. What do you think of this?

Mitch: I think you're taking your aggressions out on the canvas.

Sam: Yeah, well, I should be taking my aggressions out on Mac Cory.

Mitch: Do you want to tell me what happened?

Sam: Yeah. He told me I'm not good enough for his daughter.

Mitch: Is that what he said?

Sam: What, you think I'm making this up?

Mitch: What did you say?

Sam: I told him I don't care what he thinks of me!

Mitch: So what now?

Sam: Well, I've been thinking about it. I don't think I can work for that man.

Mitch: Hey, if I can work for the man, there's no --

Sam: Mitch, your problems with Mac Cory are in the past. Unfortunately, mine is a totally different story. I'm quitting.

Mitch: And what is quitting going to accomplish?

Sam: It'll keep Amanda from suffering. You know, every time she sees Mac and I fight -- Mitch, you should see the look on her face.

Mitch: And you don't think she's going to suffer by your quitting?

Sam: No, I am not saying it won't be tough. But it's not going to be half as bad as watching her father and me fight every day.

Mitch: I hope you're right.

Sam: Yeah, well, if we're right for each other, she'll stick by me.

Mitch: I mean, could it be that you're having doubts yourself?

Sam: About what?

Mitch: About Amanda.

Sam: How can you even say that, man?

Mitch: Because you've had doubts before.

Sam: That was before. I love Amanda, Mitch.

Mitch: Good, then all of this other stuff shouldn't matter.

Sam: Ok, but how can she be happy if her father and I hate each other?

Mitch: So you quit.

Sam: Yeah.

Mitch: Then what?

Sam: This. This.

Mitch: Painting?

Sam: Yes. It's what I should've been doing all along.

Mitch: And how do you plan on supporting a wife and a baby?

Sam: Driving a taxi if I have to. Mitch, the important thing is the fact that I won't have to deal with her family every day.

Mitch: Seems like you've made up your mind.

Sam: Yeah, you're right, I have.

Mitch: What are you doing?

Sam: Writing my resignation. I'm going to give it to Mac Cory today.

John: You must be very happy.

Donna: I am. Um, Michael asked me to move into the suite.

John: Well, that sounds great.

Donna: Yeah, I think we -- we need a fresh start.

John: Well, I can understand that. I mean, the estate must hold too many memories for both of you.

Donna: Yeah, especially with my father. I just think we both need to get out of there. Besides, it allows me to be closer to my work.

John: And how's that going?

Donna: Oh. Oh, John, I love it. I mean, I never imagined that I'd get to work with my sister. It's been so much fun.

John: Yeah, I like Nicole.

Donna: Yeah, I like her. Happen to love her a lot, too.

[John chuckles]

Donna: Listen, how about you?

John: How about me what?

Donna: How are things going for you?

John: Well, things are going all right. I'm getting my life back on track.

Donna: Good. I'm glad.

Nicole: We're out of mauve.

Donna: What?

Nicole: Thread. Annalee can't work without it. Do you realize how much mauve we're using in our summer line? Probably too much.

Donna: Nicole --

Nicole: Oh, no, I can't think about that right now. Oh, and a reporter is on the phone. Cass has to speak to him right away. Where is he?

John: He left.

Nicole: He what?

John: Left.

Donna: Yes, just a few minutes ago.

Nicole: Well, see? He just doesn't care anymore.

Donna: Nicole, wait just a minute! How can you say those things about Cass?

Michael: Mary, that is great news!

Mary: I never thought I'd be grateful to have somebody try and blow me up.

Ada: Why don't we call Reginald and thank him?

Mary: I will thank him in person after they've locked him away and thrown away the key.

Michael: Well, I don't know about you guys, but I think this is cause for celebration, huh?

Ada: I got just the thing -- a lemon cake that will melt before you get it in your mouth. I'll be right back.

Michael: Great. Look, tell me what the doctor said.

Mary: Well, he gave me sort of a set of, like, exercises to do.

Michael: Well, like what?

Mary: I'm supposed to get specifics from everybody about my life back then.

Michael: Like Ada and the grocery store?

Mary: Yep. I'm supposed to go walk around the old neighborhood. I'm supposed to look at as many old pictures as I can.

Michael: Mary, if there's any way at all I can be of help --

Mary: Oh, Michael, I just want to help you.

Michael: Well, you get your memory back and Reg is finished. That'll help me.

Mary: And he deserves it, he does, for what he did to his wife.

Michael: Your memory loss must have been very convenient for him.

Mary: Michael, what would you think if I went back there?

Michael: To the place where she was murdered?

Mary: Surely I would remember something as vital as a fire.

Michael: If you're not afraid.

Mary: Of course I'm afraid.

Michael: Look, I want Reg, but I want you well, and I don't want to do anything that would prevent you from getting well.

Mary: If this works, I'll be ok.

Michael: Ok. You know, Donna is moving from that place.

Mary: No, I didn't know that.

Michael: Well, she is.

Mary: To where is she moving, Michael?

Michael: My place.

Mary: Michael. When I talked to you just this afternoon --

Michael: I know, I know.

Mary: You said --

Michael: I know. But that's the way it is. And Bridget is moving in with me, also, which means the Love mansion is going to be a mighty empty place.

Mary: Oh. Does that mean I could go there tonight?

Michael: I was going to suggest that very thing, that the three of us go.

Mary: The three of us?

Michael: Jason.

Mary: Oh.

Michael: Mary, with him there to provide the details, you might remember that night.

Ada: How do you do that? You go away for a couple of days and you come back and you're more beautiful than ever!

Amanda: Aw, grandma, I missed you.

Ada: No, you didn't!

Amanda: Hey, I thought about you a lot!

Ada: That's more like it. What about the rumors, huh?

Amanda: What rumors?

Ada: Well, I heard something about a boulder on a gold band, something like that?

Amanda: Oh!

Ada: Ah, ah, ah! It's blinding! Take it away, it's blinding!

Amanda: Sam picked it out. Isn't it beautiful?

Ada: It's gorgeous! Where is he?

Amanda: You haven't seen him?

Ada: No!

Amanda: I haven't seen him, either, not since this morning.

Liz: Whew. You're here.

Sam: Yeah. Is Mr. Cory in?

Liz: Could I state something? We have a very relaxed dress code here at Cory Publishing. There is some decorum, some taste --

Sam: Mrs. Matthews, is Mr. Cory in his office? I'd like to see him.

Liz: He has left for the day. Amanda is at Mary's Place. Amanda asked me to tell you that.

Sam: Thank you.

Liz: And she is with Mac, so if you want to talk to Mr. Cory --

Sam: No, that's all right.

Liz: You said you wanted to see Mr. Cory.

Sam: It would be a problem for Amanda.

Liz: What would?

Sam: Listen, would you just give this to Mr. Cory?

Liz: Is this anything to do with the Art department?

Sam: Just put it on his desk so he can see it, ok?

Rachel: Are you curious about something, Liz?

Liz: You bet I am. Sam Fowler just left this for Mac.

Cass: Hey, Mitch.

Mitch: I was just going to call you.

Cass: About what?

Mitch: About the photographs. They're going to look good.

Cass: Oh, your stuff always looks great. Have you seen Wally around?

Mitch: No, I haven't. Felicia asked me the same thing. Maybe he's off with Jeanie somewhere.

Cass: Ok, well, I guess I'll catch him later.

Mitch: Are you ok?

Cass: Sure, fine.

Mitch: Anything I can do?

Cass: Don't I look fine?

Mitch: Yeah, yeah. It's just maybe a bit lonely.

Cass: Have you been talking to Felicia?

Mitch: No, no, it's just that I recognize the signs.

Cass: How did you get through it?

Mitch: Felicia.

Cass: Well, I don't think a woman could do that for me right now, even a great one. See you.

Reginald: Renee. Flight from Paris was smooth?

Man: Ah, comme ci, comme ca. The flight was delayed at Charles de Gaulle.

Reginald: Hmm, one of my least favorite airports and one of my most favorite cities.

Man: I'm a bit surprised that you bring me to such a public place.

Reginald: In the public's eyes, you are simply a client.

Man: Of course. I assume you will tell me the real reason I am here?

Reginald: Oh, yes, we'll get around to that.

Man: The retainer you wired was generous. Must be a very special assignment.

Reginald: Very, very special.

Man: And who is the target of your interest this time?

Reginald: My daughter, Nicole Love. Thank you.

Mac: She'll stay on that phone until she tracks him down.

Ada: She loves him.

Mac: I don't mind if she does reach him. Come to think of it, I'm getting worried about himself.

Ada: You worried about Sam?

Mac: I thought he would be over it well before this.

Ada: Over what?

Mac: Oh. We had words.

Ada: Oh, Mac.

Mac: I know, I know.

Ada: Does Amanda know?

Mac: I wanted to give Sam a chance to talk to her first. I should've known he wouldn't bother.

Ada: Well, maybe you said something that really hurt him.

Mac: Oh? He walked out of there with his head a lot higher than mine, I can tell you that. Anyway, should that prevent him from calling her?

Ada: No.

Mac: Well, it's that kind of behavior that has me worried. Are they really old enough and responsible enough to be husband and wife?

Ada: And parents.

Michael: Mary, you think you can handle it?

Mary: Going to that house I can handle. What I can't handle is if this whole thing fails.

Michael: Mary, come on, we have to try.

Mary: Or if I do remember and I don't know anything.

Jason: You do, you were there. Mary, I am sure you remember.

Michael: Why don't you sit down, Jason. We got some plans to make.

Rachel: Hi, honey. Hi, darling. Hi, Mom.

Mac: Hey there.

Ada: Hi, sweetheart.

Rachel: Has Amanda seen Sam? Is that why she's looking upset?

Mac: No, she hasn't seen Sam. That's why she's upset.

Rachel: Oh. Well, this has come for you.

Mac: Oh.

Rachel: What? What is it, Mac? Oh, no!

Mac: Don't tell Amanda.

Amanda: Why did daddy leave in such a hurry? What's going on? It's about Sam, isn't it?

John: So I'll drop the plans by within the next week or so.

Nicole: Well, the sooner, the better.

John: Donna? Good luck with everything.

Donna: Thanks.

John: Get back inside before you freeze.

Nicole: Ok. Bye.

Donna: Yeah. Ok, so now let's have it.

Nicole: No, I don't want to talk about it.

Donna: No, no, no, no, no! You are not going to do that to me, young lady.

Nicole: All right, I heard Cass talking to Felicia.

Donna: And?

Nicole: And he said that as soon -- as soon as the salon opens, he's moving on.

Donna: To what?

Nicole: I don't know, anything but this.

Donna: Oh, come on, Nicole, he's not serious.

Nicole: Yeah, oh, he's serious.

Donna: Ok. So he -- he wants to leave.

Nicole: Yeah, he just wanted to get the business off the ground. And now that we're almost there, well, there's nothing left to keep him anymore. Nothing.

Donna: You really are hurt, aren't you?

Nicole: No, of course I'm not hurt.

Donna: Yes, you are.

Nicole: No, I'm just angry! I'm just furious at him.

Donna: Mm-hmm, and in love.

Nicole: What?

Donna: You are in love with him.

Nicole: No, I'm not.

Donna: Are you sure?

Nicole: He -- Donna, he drives me crazy!

Donna: All right, then why would he do that if you didn't care about him?

Nicole: Well, I guess maybe I do care about him.

Donna: Yes, a lot.

Nicole: More than I should.

Donna: Oh, honey, why can't you just admit that to yourself?

Nicole: Because he's leaving. I have to start learning how to run this company alone.

Cass: Does that mean you don't want me around anymore?

Nicole: I thought you wanted to leave.

Cass: Who told you that?

Donna: Um, you know, I really have to run. Oh, mauve thread. Right, I will get that.

Nicole: Yeah, thanks.

Donna: Excuse me.

Cass: Who?

Nicole: It doesn't matter who.

Cass: It matters to me.

Nicole: I'm glad something does.

Cass: You know, you've been making cracks like that all day long.

Nicole: Look, why don't you just leave now and get it over with, ok?

Cass: What? What are you talking about?

Nicole: Look, I'm just giving you permission to quit!

Cass: Permission?

Nicole: Whatever you want!

Cass: Permission?

Nicole: Look, Cass, you want to leave, so leave!

Cass: Hey, if that's the way you want it, fine!

Michael: All right, I will meet you two at the Love mansion at 8:00 tonight.

Mary: Where are you going?

Michael: I'm going to fill Adam in.

Jason: Oh, cops.

Michael: Jason, if the police are going to help us, they have to know what's going on.

Mary: And they have to help. You can't get Reginald by yourself.

Michael: Maybe we can give them a real lead.

Jason: All right.

Michael: Ok, I'll see you later.

Jason: This is going to work. I don't mean to put pressure on you, but --

Mary: Yeah, sure, right. Well, actually, you're the one with the pressure. Reginald knows that you're on to the biggest secret of his life.

Jason: Yes, he does, and the second he finds out you're getting your memory back, he'll realize that you're on it, too.

Mary: Maybe I'll think about that later.

Amanda: It is about Sam, isn't it?

Rachel: I guess you're going to have to find out.

Amanda: Bad news?

Rachel: Sam gave Mac his resignation.

Amanda: What?

Rachel: He quit.

Ada: Terrific.

Amanda: Why?

Rachel: I guess they had a misunderstanding. I guess it was worse than that. It was an argument, I guess.

Amanda: When?

Rachel: This morning.

Amanda: What, and nobody told me?

Rachel: We thought maybe Sam should tell you.

Amanda: Where did daddy go?

Rachel: I would assume he went over to Sam's loft to see if he could talk him out of it.

[Knock on door]


Mac: May we talk about this?

Sam: Sure.

Mac: Thank you.

Sam: It would be better for Amanda if I no longer work for you.

Mac: Why?

Sam: Because you don't think I'm right for her.

Mac: But you're right for "Brava," for your job there. Isn't that the point of this?

Sam: Mr. Cory, I never felt -- I never felt like I fit in.

Mac: That's not true, Sam.

Sam: Mr. Cory, I know how I feel. "Brava" is not where I want to be.

Mac: What are you going to do?

Sam: Paint.

Mac: Houses?

Sam: If I have to. This is more like what I had in mind.

Mac: To earn a living? You can't be serious.

Sam: I've never been more serious in my life.

Mac: Sam, there are other people involved. You can't think only of yourself.

Sam: So my kid isn't going to have mansions and boarding schools. Big deal. At least he'll see his father doing what he believes in.

Mac: You can't be happy making good money like you are --

Sam: No, I cannot be happy at Cory Publishing.

Mac: I see. So you're going to paint and Amanda's going to continue working at Cory Publishing?

Sam: Maybe.

Mac: You have other plans?

Sam: I'm not sure if Bay City is right for me and Amanda. Maybe we'll go someplace else and start our lives fresh.

Amanda: You are here.

Sam: I just quit my job.

Amanda: Yeah, I just heard.

Sam: I'm quitting because your father and I will never get along.

Mac: Now, wait a minute. Don't blame your quitting on me.

Sam: It's true, isn't it?

Mac: No, I'm perfectly happy with your work. You're quitting because you want to quit.

Sam: No, I'm quitting because I can't stand the look on her face when we fight. And we fight all the time.

Mac: I admit I have reservations about you and Amanda.

Amanda: Dad.

Mac: But not about your work, and you are the one who's walking away from that.

Sam: That's true. But maybe it's time someone did walk away. I've got someone else to think of now. We both do.

Amanda: Yeah, he's right. We both do.

Mac: I see. Well, I guess there's nothing else I can say.

Reginald: Monte Carlo. I'm surprised you haven't heard about it.

Man: Fashion is not my bag, as you Americans say.

Reginald: Hmm, used to say. Well, Monte Carlo is second only to the show in Paris.

Man: And this show is where your daughter will be?

Reginald: Oh, Nicole will be a very large part of it.

Mitch: So nice of you to be interested in your daughter's success.

Reginald: What can I do for you, Blake?

Mitch: So you're going to go to Monte Carlo?

Reginald: I'm planning nothing of the sort, and I will thank you to stop eavesdropping on my private conversations.

Mitch: Enjoy your dinner.

Reginald: The trip to Monte Carlo will be taken by you, not me.

Man: As you wish.

Reginald: You are the best, Andre. That's why I use you. And your mission this time will be to make sure the plane carrying Nicole's designs to that principality on the blue Mediterranean never lands anywhere.

Nicole: I thought you'd have quit by now.

Cass: There's too much to do. You?

Nicole: I got an idea for Amanda's wedding dress.

Cass: Oh. Have you talked to Rachel?

Nicole: Yeah, this afternoon.

Cass: It's a pretty big deal for us.

Nicole: Us?

Cass: I mean, Amanda isn't exactly Princess Di, but --

Nicole: No, it's a big deal for me.

Cass: What is the matter with you today?

Nicole: Look, you'll be gone by the time I finish. They don't need the dress until after the opening.

Cass: Would you like to do the opening by yourself, is that it?

Nicole: Why, are you quitting before the opening?

Cass: If you want me to.

Nicole: Oh, right, just make me the bad guy!

Cass: No, no, no! You obviously don't want me going to Monte Carlo with you, so why don't you just say so!

Nicole: How dare you say that after all we -- how -- you know, you have -- oh, you -- you --

Cass: What? Ow! Oh! Ah!

Nicole: We were together on this!

Cass: What'd you do that for?

Nicole: You insensitive jerk!

Cass: I can't believe you did that!

Nicole: Accusing me of pushing you out?

Cass: Why did you do this?

Nicole: Always blaming me for everything.

Cass: You jabbed me with a huge needle!

Nicole: It was an accident.

Cass: Oh, yeah?

Nicole: What are you doing?

Cass: Don't you ever, ever jab me with a needle again.

Nicole: It was a pin, and -- and I didn't mean to hurt you.

Cass: Oh, no?

Nicole: No, I just wanted to wake you up.

Cass: Wake me up to what?

Cass: I'm sorry.

Nicole: Uh, me, too.

Cass: Don't be.

Nicole: Well, don't you be, either.

Cass: It was stupid.

Nicole: Very.

Cass: My fault.

Nicole: No, no, no, mine.

Cass: I overreacted.

Nicole: Only because I did.

Cass: What? What did you do?

Nicole: I overreacted.

Cass: Oh.

Nicole: To everything.

Cass: Oh, uh, me, too, to everything. Are we making up?

Nicole: I hope so.

Nicole: Um, I have something I should do.

Cass: Me, too. Work. If I don't do this, I'll be here all night.

Nicole: Well, no, wouldn't want that.

Nicole: Cass?

Cass: Yeah?

Cass: Oh.

Bridget: It's going to be a tight squeeze here, you know.

Donna: Well, there are plenty of closets upstairs.

Bridget: Well, I'll check those out, you know.

Donna: It'll work, Bridget, trust me. I promise, it will all work.

Bridget: Well, I guess I'm just going to have to get used to everything.

Donna: I know. Me, too.

Bridget: Like this! Do you know where the vacuum cleaner was?

Donna: No, where?

Bridget: It was in the coat closet in the hall.

Donna: No!

Bridget: Aye! How did Mr. Michael ever exist here without you?

Donna: Oh, how, indeed.

Michael: None too well, actually. Hi, Bridget. How are you?

Bridget: Oh, Michael. Oh, my!

Michael: Great to see you.

Bridget: Oh, thank you. Oh, Mr. Michael, you and Miss Donna -- oh, my. Oh, I'm so happy! Well, excuse me. Excuse me.

Michael: Oh, look at -- how about you, she who travels light?

Donna: Go ahead, go ahead, make fun of me. But you won't when you hear what I'm planning for dinner.

Michael: Planning, not cooking, right?

Donna: Continue to laugh. That's fine. Anyway, you'll see later tonight when you're sitting down to a romantic, candlelit dinner for two --

Michael: Oh, Donna, Donna, I can't do it tonight.

Donna: You can't?

Michael: I have something to do.

Donna: Ok. No questions.

Michael: Well, thank you.

Donna: I'll -- I'll just unpack here. You know, unless, of course, this has something to do with me tonight, like --

Michael: Donna, Donna, Donna, I thought you said no questions, hmm?

Donna: Michael, does this have something to do with why you asked me to move in here?

Michael: Donna, I asked you to move in here because I want you here with me, ok?

Donna: Ok, no questions.

Michael: Good. Unpack.

Donna: When are you coming back? Sorry. Forget I said that.

Michael: Thanks. Said what?

Donna: Oh.

Michael: Bridget?

Bridget: Oh, yes, Mr. Michael?

Michael: Do you still have the keys to the Love mansion?

Bridget: Yes, Mr. Michael.

Michael: Bring me the key to the west wing.

Bridget: The west wing? Oh, Mr. Michael, the west wing? That hasn't been opened for 18 years, not since --

Michael: Bridget, I need the key to the west wing. And for now, I'd appreciate it if you'd make this our little secret, ok?

Jason: I'll trade you -- my protection for your memory.

Mary: I don't even know what that means.

Jason: Yes, you do.

Mary: I do? What?

Jason: Mary, this could get dangerous.

Mary: Well, if I need help, I'll have Michael.

Jason: Right.

Mary: And Adam.

Jason: Ok, I'll quit. I won't bother you to protect you.

Mary: "Bother"?

Jason: Forget I said that. Let's concentrate on Reginald.

Mary: Oh, I didn't realize it was a bother.

Jason: If I had -- if I knew exactly what happened, I wouldn't have to rely on you so much.

Mary: Oh, don't even bother about me.

Jason: But you'll remember, and then I'll have everything I need.

Mary: You'll need? Does it ever occur to you that there are other people involved here?

Jason: We'll go together. I will pick you up at 7:30. Bye.

Mary: Yes, sir.

Ada: Oh, where did everybody go?

Mary: Are you going to see Vince tonight? Is he coming in?

Ada: I'm not sure.

Mary: Well, if you do see him, don't tell him what the neurologist said.

Ada: I told you I wouldn't.

Mary: In fact, don't even tell him that you saw me.

Ada: Why do I get the feeling I should worry about you?

Rachel: Don't tell me it's worse, Mac.

Mac: Yes. Sam wants nothing to do with "Brava" or me.

Ada: You're Amanda's father.

Rachel: Did you see her over there?

Mac: She walked in just as he was threatening to take her and leave Bay City.

Rachel: Oh, Mac.

Ada: What did she say?

Mac: How could she say anything? He didn't give her a chance or a choice. I just have this terrible fear she's going to blame all this on me.

Rachel: Why, because you voiced your concern?

Mac: Well, Sam doesn't see it that way, and she seems to be completely on his side.

Sam: It meant so much to me.

Amanda: Sam --

Sam: Supporting me in front of your father.

Amanda: Sam --

Sam: I know it was hard.

Amanda: I have to ask you something.

Sam: Anything.

Amanda: Why didn't you come to me and talk to me before you handed in your resignation?

Sam: Because I thought you understood.

Amanda: How could I understand? You didn't even ask me about it.

Sam: I'm sorry. I didn't --

Amanda: But were you serious? Do you really want to leave Bay City? Did you mean that? Sam? Sam?

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