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Another World Transcript Monday 2/20/04

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Sam: Hey. Thanks for agreeing to meet me.

Felicia: You know, Arthur, you really don't have to help me with this.

Arthur: Ah, now, nothing's too good for our heroine.

Felicia: Well, I don't know about that, honey.

Arthur: Rescuing your friends from deserted island? Come on.

Felicia: Well, I did have a little help. Don't tell anybody here.

Arthur: I'm glad you're back.

Felicia: Yes, thank you. So am I.

Arthur: Looks like somebody else is, too.

Felicia: Thanks, Arthur. Mitch. Oh, it's grand. "To my most courageous lady I know."

Felicia: Beautiful.

Mitch: My fiancée. Welcome home.

Felicia: Hi. You -- you forgot the rest of it.

Mitch: No, I didn't forget. I just saved the best for last. I love you.

Amanda: Sam?

Amanda: "In the studio trying to create a masterpiece. Come in and inspire me."

[Phone rings]

Amanda: Hello? Oh, hello, Mrs. Newbury. Yes, thank you. Married life is wonderful. You know, Heather stopped by last night. Did she tell you? Oh. Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry about that, too. I didn't realize that the wedding would be on the same weekend as the ladies league ball. Yes, it was kind of sudden. Oh, uh-huh, as a matter of fact, he is an artist. Um -- sure. I think Sam would be very excited about it, but the only thing is, I -- I think all he has are some slides here with him. Now? Ok, great. All right, we'll look forward to seeing you. Thanks. Bye. Sam! Sam?

Sam: I wonder if Picasso had days like this.

Amanda: Sam. Oh, husband?

Sam: Hmm?

Amanda: I'm having quintuplets.

Sam: Hmm.

Amanda: The house is on fire.

Sam: Hmm. Good.

Amanda: I think I may have found somebody that wants to buy one of your paintings.

Sam: What?

Amanda: I thought that would get your attention.

Donna: Oh, Michael.

Michael: I'm here.

Donna: No, I'm dreaming.

Michael: No, you're not. It's really me. It's really me.

Donna: Oh! Oh, Michael.

Donna: I missed you so much.

Michael: Hey, I wasn't gone that long.

Donna: No, no, it was much, much too long.

Michael: Oh. You got to admit, it was for a good reason.

Donna: I know. And Cass and Nicole?

Michael: They're fine. They're just fine. And they're going to be back tomorrow.

Donna: Well, where are they?

Michael: Nice.

Donna: Why are they still in France? All right, all right, look -- I want you to tell me everything, ok?

Michael: I'd rather you tell me everything. Vicky said that you had nightmares about Reginald.

Donna: Yeah, I -- I just kept seeing him, you know, and remembering everything he did.

Michael: Honey, he's in jail.

Donna: I know, I know, but I guess it was just being alone here in this room, having to stay in this bed, and you being so far away. Now, listen, you tell me, are you sure Nicole's all right?

Michael: I'm sure that Nicole is fine, and so are you.

Donna: Michael --

Michael: Huh?

Donna: You know, I keep -- I keep thinking about when my father took Victoria away from me when she was a baby, and I just keep thinking --

Michael: Donna --

Donna: That he's going to do the same thing with this baby.

Michael: Donna, no one is going to take away this baby, all right?

Donna: It's just that he has tried to destroy everything and everyone that I have ever loved.

Michael: Well, it hasn't worked, has it? He didn't destroy us. Look, we're sitting here together.

Donna: We are. Yes, we are.

Michael: Now, it's not good for you to worry about things that haven't happened, ok? It's not good for your blood pressure. It's not good for you. It's not good for the baby.

Donna: I know. I know, and I don't want to do anything to hurt this baby. You know that.

Michael: Ok. So from now on, when you start to worry about anything -- especially Reginald -- you just think of me and think of how much I love you.

Donna: I missed you so much.

Michael: I missed you, too. Say, our daughter told me that Jamie was here.

Donna: Yes. She called him. You know, she has been so wonderful to me ever since you've been gone.

Michael: It's because she loves you very much.

Donna: Yeah, I think I finally believe that.

Michael: Good. Where is that girl, anyway?

Donna: Well --

Vicky: Can I come in?

Michael: Well, surprise, surprise. Come here. Come on in.

Vicky: Hey. Did he tell you that Cass and Nicole are all right?

Michael: Yeah.

Vicky: Good.

Michael: They're terrific. You're terrific. And we're fine, and you know something? We're going to stay that way.

Donna: We are.

Sam: You're putting me on, right?

Amanda: No, it's the truth.

Sam: Somebody wants to buy one of my paintings? Who?

Amanda: Remember Heather Newbury from last night?

Sam: Ok, the lady who's always talking about mummy?

Amanda: Don't make fun, because it just so happens that mummy is the one that wants to buy your painting.

Sam: She -- how? I don't understand.

Amanda: Ok. Heather apparently went home and was telling her mother what a wonderful person and terrific artist that you were.

Sam: But Heather didn't see any of my work.

Amanda: Well, apparently, she was admiring something.

Sam: Oh, Heather. Yeah, what a nice girl.

Amanda: Mm-hmm. So, Mr. And Mrs. Newbury are on their way over right now.

Sam: This is the Newbury for fast and frozen food Newbury, right?

Amanda: Right. Yeah, that's them.

Sam: Excuse me. What does somebody who makes frozen TV dinners for a living know about art?

Amanda: Ok. Wait a minute. Now who's being the snob?

Sam: Ok. All right. Look, I'm just a little scared, ok?

Amanda: Sam, why? You're a terrific artist.

Sam: I've sold one painting, and that was to your friends.

Amanda: Look, they bought it because they liked it. They loved it.

Sam: Yeah, so they said.

Amanda: Mrs. Barrington even called my mother up and told her how much she liked it.

Sam: She did, huh?

Amanda: Yes. Sam, my parents -- they know people. They know people with money, people that appreciate art. Come on, any other artist would die for this opportunity.

Sam: I know, but I want to do this on my own.

Amanda: I thought marriage was a partnership.

Sam: No, now that's not fair. You know what I mean.

Amanda: Sam, when I wrote my first article, it was in "Brava." My dad owns "Brava."

Sam: Yes, and didn't you feel that he bought your article because you're his daughter?

Amanda: At first I did, yes, and then I reread the article.

Sam: And --

Amanda: As I was reading, I realized this is one good article. There's no reason why he wouldn't print it.

Sam: Yeah, well, if I had your ego, maybe it'd be ok.

Amanda: You'll do just fine with the one you have.

Sam: Ok, I just feel funny about it, all right?

Amanda: Well, I could always call them up and cancel.

[Doorbell rings]

Sam: That's them already, isn't it?

Amanda: If you want, I'll tell them that you're not interested.

Sam: No, wait a minute. It wouldn't hurt for them to see my stuff, would it?

Amanda: Husband, you can do whatever you want.

Sam: Right. Well, I'm going to get changed. I don't want them to think that I need the money, which I do.

Amanda: Sam --

Sam: What?

Amanda: No little cracks about frozen dinners, ok?

Sam: Wonderful.

Amanda: Ok.

Sam: Ok.

Felicia: Oh, I missed you a lot. You know that?

Mitch: You almost missed a wedding.

Felicia: You mean the wedding that almost didn't happen?

Mitch: But it did, and I've got photos to prove it, if I can ever get them developed.

Felicia: Did Amanda look gorgeous? She did, didn't she?

Mitch: They were the two happiest people I've ever seen.

Felicia: Hold it. Where's the mirror?

Mitch: Well, except for us, of course.

Felicia: Of course. How's Mac?

Mitch: He's ok. And Rachel.

Felicia: You said everything went perfectly when I called you.

Mitch: Well, it did, and it would have been if Matthew would have shown up.

Felicia: He never got there?

Mitch: No, he called and said that he'd hurt himself in a skiing accident and that he wasn't going to be able to make it. So I went by the school to see how he was, and his leg was about as hurt as mine is.

Felicia: But that's so strange.

Mitch: Yes, it was very strange.

Felicia: Why would he lie to you?

Mitch: I don't know. I don't know. You must be tired.

Felicia: No, I want to hear about Matthew. Tell me -- what else did he say?

Mitch: I couldn't get a straight answer from him about anything.

Felicia: Honey, he's always been so honest with you.

Mitch: I know, he always has, but he wasn't, and I don't know what's bothering him. But I'm going to find out. So, how are Cass and Nicole?

Felicia: Oh. Madly in love.

Mitch: Well, you saw that one coming, didn't you?

Felicia: Yeah, they certainly fought it long enough, didn't they? But I guess, you know, a couple of days on a deserted island --

Mitch: With a gun-toting gangster.

Felicia: Oh, no, it made it much more romantic.

Mitch: What a strange notion of romance you have.

Felicia: You love it, and you know you do. Anyway, they decided to stay in Nice for an extra day.

Mitch: And they're lost in love?

Felicia: Oh, you should see them. You know what they have? They have that sort of glowy look that people get when they first fall in love.

Mitch: Kind of like the way that I'm still glowing?

Felicia: Boy, I missed you. You know that?

Mitch: Enough to set a wedding date?

Felicia: I thought -- I thought we were going to wait, you know, until after Sam and Amanda got married.

Mitch: They're married.

Felicia: Right.

Mitch: So, when's the big day?

Mitch: I'm not going to let you put this off again.

Felicia: I know, I know, but --

Mitch: No, no, no. No buts. And I know you'd had your doubts about this.

Felicia: Mitch --

Mitch: No, and I've thought about it and I've thought about it, but I'm not going to let you off the hook.

Felicia: Mitch.

Mitch: I want an answer.

Felicia: May.

Mitch: No maybes, no --

Felicia: No, no, not maybe. May.

Mitch: As in the month of May?

Felicia: As in the "marry" month of May, get it?

Mitch: Oh.

Felicia: Is there something wrong with that?

Mitch: No.

Felicia: Oh, Mitch. Now, look. Sit down, sit down. Look, if I've been hesitant, honestly, it has nothing to do with my feelings for you.

Mitch: But your feelings about being married.

Felicia: I -- I have had some doubts about getting married again, yes.

Mitch: But that's all changed now.

Felicia: Yes, and you know why? Because of you.

Mitch: Because I've been persistent.

Felicia: No. No, no, not because of that. You've been wonderful and considerate and thoughtful. And if I don't marry you pretty soon, somebody else is going to.

Mitch: I want you to do what you feel is right for yourself.

Felicia: I am doing what's right for myself. I'm marrying the man that I love.

Mitch: Want to make it earlier?

Felicia: Oh. No, believe me, May will come along quick enough when you see what plans I'm going to make.

Mitch: Is there anything that I need to know?

Felicia: Oh, no. I mean, there's going to be a wedding.

Mitch: I think that that maybe all I need to know.

Felicia: And a reception, of course. Do you think that your mother will fly in for it?

Mitch: Well, she's never flown out.

Felicia: You're kidding. She's still here?

Mitch: She's at the Corys'. Her excuse is that she wants to see Matthew.

Felicia: You know, maybe -- maybe she really does want to see him.

Mitch: Look, he's not there, and she's still there. She's living it up to the hilt, no doubt.

Felicia: How about -- how about we invite her for dinner next week.

Mitch: No.

Felicia: Why?

Mitch: No.

Felicia: Mitch --

Mitch: I don't want to push it.

Felicia: Mitch -- ok. Ok. Listen, would you -- would you mind if I went in and changed my clothes?

Mitch: You're going out?

Felicia: I did promise that I would go over and see Donna. Besides, I've got about half of the town to tell about a certain wedding that's going to happen.

Mitch: Only half?

Felicia: Well, you did say you wanted an intimate ceremony, right?

Mitch: What is this, I don't even get to see you today?

Felicia: I think that can be arranged.

[Knock on door]

Harry: Oh, Mr. Blake, I'm Harry, one of the waiters at Tops.

Mitch: Yeah, Felicia just got in, and she's pretty tired.

Harry: Well, there's a guy upstairs to see her. He's applied for the manager's job.

Mitch: Wally's job.

Harry: Uh -- yeah. He said he needs a decision today.

Mitch: You know, I'm not sure that this is the best time to deal with it.

Harry: I know. I mean, but, look, this guy -- he's really qualified. Another restaurant's going to grab him if he doesn't get a decision.

Felicia: I guess, then, I'll have to decide, won't I?

Amanda: Sam will be down in just a minute.

Mrs. Newbury: No rush.

Mr. Newbury: I have a conference call in an hour, Sylvia.

Sylvia: Darling, you just got off a conference call.

Mr. Newbury: You just finished redecorating the house. That doesn't mean you won't start it again.

Sylvia: Well, one does get tired of the same old thing, doesn't one?

Amanda: I'm sure you're going to find Sam's work very innovative.

Sylvia: Well, if you married him, Amanda, I'm sure he's wonderful.

Amanda: He's very talented.

Sylvia: Would you settle for anything but?

Mr. Newbury: How come your mother never clued us in to him? A famous artist like her, she must know all the biggies.

Amanda: Oh, well --

Mr. Newbury: Good investment, art. Wouldn't hang half of it in my basement, but then I don't put my blue chips on the wall, either.

Sam: Hello.

Amanda: Everybody, I'd like you to meet my husband, Sam Fowler.

Sylvia: Good morning, Mr. Fowler.

Mr. Newbury: Fowler. Why haven't we heard about you?

Sylvia: We have all the big artists.

Mr. Newbury: Only top-of-the-line, of course. Market's much too shaky for speculation.

Sam: Well, I'm afraid that --

Amanda: Wait, here. Just take a look at some of the slides of his work.

Mr. Newbury: Ah, yes, let's take a gander at that. I do have that call to make.

Sylvia: Oh, Charles, look at this one.

Charles: Oh. Interesting composition.

Sylvia: And the blue will pick up the blue in our drapes just perfectly.

Charles: Who's your agent, Sam?

Sam: I don't have one.

Sylvia: I've never heard of a top artist without representation.

Amanda: Well, we were figuring why would we want to give a commission to a total stranger?

Charles: What galleries did you say you've shown at?

Sam: I didn't.

Sylvia: Oh, but surely you've been shown someplace, haven't you?

Scott: Hey, guys. Look what I just picked up, huh? Dawn's diploma. Check it out.

Cheryl: Oh, let me see.

Chad: Wow, has she seen this?

Scott: No, I'm taking it over to the hospital right now.

Cheryl: Oh, she must be so happy.

Scott: Yeah, she is. This is what she's been living for, to graduate.

Cheryl: That's great.

Chad: She's had so many dreams.

Scott: Yeah.

Chad: Hey, why not?

Scott: Why not what?

Chad: When is Dawn getting out of the hospital?

Scott: Jamie says in a day or so.

Chad: Perfect.

Scott: What is perfect?

Chad: I'll tell you when I get the details. You just give her a big kiss for me when you see her.

Scott: Ok. I guess I will see you guys later.

Cheryl: Chad -- bye -- Chad --

Chad: All right. Yes, yes.

Cheryl: Details about what?

Chad: Well, I am just going to go make Dawn feel better than all the medicines in the world put together.

Cheryl: You really love her, don't you?

Chad: Are you kidding? She's all I have. Can I use your phone real quick?

Cheryl: I don't know. Not until you tell me what you're planning.

Chad: It's a surprise. What's that?

Chad: Yeah. Yeah, it's Chad. Right. Look, I need a couple thousand. I don't care what the interest is. Just get it to me today, ok? Right. Thanks.

Cheryl: Chad, where are you going?

Chad: I have to go make Dawn's dreams come true. Sorry.

Mary: Is he all right? Is Dawn all right?

Cheryl: Oh, yeah. She's fine.

Mary: Oh.

Cheryl: She's coming home in a couple days.

Mary: Oh, that's wonderful.

Cheryl: She also graduated. Did I tell you that?

Mary: Yeah, I knew.

Cheryl: You know, I was actually thinking about going back to college myself.

Mary: Great.

Cheryl: Really? You think it's a good idea?

Mary: I was never cry about you making modeling the center of your world.

Cheryl: Yeah. Me, neither. It's just really good money, and --

Mary: Now, a job should not be just because of the money. You should be excited to go to work every day. It should be something that really fulfills you, that's really yours. It should be the best --

Cheryl: Yes, Mother, I get the picture. Enough.

Mary: Sorry. I guess I'm just a little frustrated about work myself these days.

Cheryl: What's the matter? You don't like working with Michael?

Mary: Oh, Michael's a darling, but the job --

Cheryl: It isn't exactly fulfilling?

Mary: Do you really care what the yen did against the mark yesterday?

Cheryl: No. Not really.

Mary: Mm-hmm.

Cheryl: So, why don't you get a new job?

Mary: Easy for you to say.

Cheryl: Mom, you've got a degree in sociology, right?

Mary: I got a wonderful piece of paper, beautifully framed, up on the wall.

Cheryl: Oh, yeah? Is that all it is? Well, in that case, I'll just skip going to college. I mean, if it's just a piece of paper --

Mary: No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. You don't get an education just to be able to get a job. An education of itself is the most wonderful thing in the world. It gives you freedom.

Cheryl: And it makes you happy. It makes you fulfilled.

Mary: Well, not if you don't do anything with it.

Cheryl: So, why don't you do something?

Felicia: I think I remember interviewing him before I left. Let me see, Harry.

Harry: He's got a lot of restaurant experience, Ms. Gallant.

Felicia: Yeah. This is the one. Ok. Tell him he's hired.

Harry: Yes, ma'am.

Felicia: Thanks, Harry.

Mitch: That's that.

Felicia: That's that. Boy, I don't know why I was making such a big deal about it, you know? I'm just hiring a new manager. I'm not -- I'm not replacing Wally.

Mitch: That's right. I know it's been tough on you.

Felicia: He really loved flowers. He would love these. I just -- I just have to accept that he's gone now.

Mitch: Just take your time.

Felicia: Oh, Mitch. You know what? You've really been wonderful about all of this.

Mitch: I love you.

Felicia: A lot of people love me, but not the way you do. And I've been pretty rotten to all of you.

Mitch: No, you haven't.

Felicia: Yes, I have. I've been biting everybody's head off ever since Wally -- it's still hard for me to say -- ever since Wally has died.

Mitch: I understand.

Felicia: It's really not the point, is it? Because it's not right. I -- I know that Wally would hate the way I've behaved. I know he didn't have a lot of years on this earth, but, boy, was he a gentleman for all of them.

Mitch: What did he use to say? "Life is too short, so deal"?

Felicia: He would say that. Life is too short. You know what I want now? I want to make the most of them now.

Mitch: Seems to me you already have.

Felicia: Oh, no. You haven't seen nothing yet. And you know what's top on the list? Marrying the man that I love. Thanks.

Sam: What difference does it make whether or not my work has been shown in a gallery?

Charles: Makes a very big difference investment-wise, young man.

Sam: Oh, it does, does it?

Amanda: Sam has been shown.

Sylvia: Oh, where?

Amanda: In Chicago.

Sylvia: What gallery?

Amanda: The Magna.

Charles: I've never heard of it.

Sylvia: What about Pace? Wally Findlay?

Sam: I'm sorry, you have the wrong impression. You see, I've just started my career.

Sylvia: Just started?

Amanda: You said that you liked his work.

Charles: Yes, but what good's the painting if it's not done by a name?

Sam: Well, most people buy art for art's sake.

Charles: Art's an investment, plain and simple.

Amanda: Well, isn't it a good investment to buy an artist who doesn't even have his name yet?

Charles: How do I know he ever will have one? Then I'm out of my money.

Sam: Oh, that's it, isn't it? Just the money.

Amanda: Sam --

Sylvia: We're very serious connoisseurs of art.

Sam: Well, if you were serious connoisseurs of art, then you'd see art for art's sake, not investment's sake. And you'd also recognize potential. See, I will be someone someday.

Charles: Call us when you are.

Sam: I'd rather burn all my paintings than sell one to go with your drapes.

Amanda: Sam --

Sam: Taste? I'm standing here being told what taste is from somebody who sells TV dinners for a living. Excuse me.

[Sam laughs]

Sylvia: Well, that is one very rude young man.

Amanda: Well, then he has one very rude young wife because I agree with him. Goodbye.

Charles: Sylvia.

Amanda: Another fine mess I've gotten -- Sam?

Donna: All right, all right. I want to know what is all of this about Cass and Nicole spending the night in Nice.

Michael: Cass and Nicole spent the night in Nice.

Vicky: Yeah, one room or two rooms?

Michael: Victoria --

Donna: Answer her.

Michael: Well, it looked like love to me.

Vicky: Ooh.

Donna: Oh, well, it must be in the air.

Vicky: Oh, please.

Michael: What? What, what, what, what?

Vicky: Nothing, nothing, nothing. Now, you need to get some rest, ok?

Donna: Would you look at that? She is still fussing over me.

Michael: Well, you better get used to it. You're going to have two people fussing at you from now on.

Donna: Yeah?

Michael: Uh-huh.

Donna: Well, I think I can handle it.

Michael: Really? Can you handle me leaving? Because I got some business to take care of with Mary.

Vicky: I'll be here, dad.

Michael: Ok. And Felicia said she was going to stop by today.

Donna: Felicia? Great. At least now I'll be able to get all the dirt on Cass and Nicole.

Michael: "I'll be able to get all the dirt on Cass and Nicole." I'll see you later.

Vicky: I'll be right back.

Donna: Ok, take your time.

Vicky: Dad --

Michael: What?

Vicky: Something I wanted to talk to you about, but I didn't want to do it in front of mom.

Michael: What is it? Is it about the baby?

Vicky: No, Jamie says the baby's going to be fine if Donna just stays relaxed and calm and everything. It's -- dad, I heard a rumor in the hospital about Reginald.

Michael: What about him?

Vicky: Well, it's just a rumor, but I heard he's trying to arrange bail.

Michael: What?

Vicky: And he may get out.

Michael: What do you mean, Reginald's getting out of jail?

Vicky: It's just a rumor.

Michael: Look, I want you to do me a favor.

Vicky: Sure.

Michael: Call Adam. Tell him to meet me at Mary's Place.

Vicky: Ok. Dad, do you really think he's going to get out?

Michael: Look, considering the charges against him, it's a little hard to believe.

Vicky: But there is a possibility?

Michael: Vicky, with enough money and a crooked judge, he can do anything.

Vicky: This is going to bring all her nightmares to life.

Michael: It's ok. I won't let him get near her again.

Vicky: Oh, and if he gets out?

Michael: I don't believe this.

Vicky: Look, you go see Adam. I'll take care of her, ok?

Michael: Ok. You know, it's really nice to see how close you two are getting.

Vicky: You know, I like it, too.

Michael: And what is this I caught about you being in love?

Vicky: Oh, Mom's just exaggerating a bit.

Michael: Come on, come on.

Vicky: I like someone.

Michael: I want to meet this guy.

Vicky: Oh, now I need your approval?

Michael: Victoria, after that guy you were with in Las Vegas, I think the least you could do is let me check this one out, huh?

Vicky: Ok. Well, I think you'll like him.

Felicia: Hi, you guys.

Michael: Well --

Felicia: Listen, Bridget said I could come up.

Michael: That's ok. If it isn't my partner in adventure here.

Felicia: Oh, sure. One rescue mission, and now we're partners. He's so possessive. Hi, Vicky, how are you?

Vicky: Hi. Donna's just dying to see you.

Felicia: Is she? Is it all right if I go in?

Michael: Sure. I mean, you can fill her in on Nicole. I got to go.

Felicia: Ok, honey. Well, now, isn't this the life? I mean, lounging around in a bed all day?

Donna: Oh, Felicia, hi.

Felicia: Wait a minute. Let me get up here. Hi, honey.

Donna: Oh, it's so good to see you.

Felicia: How are you?

Donna: Oh, I am so much better now. And, listen, I can't stand it. You have got to tell me everything about Cass and Nicole.

Felicia: Well, if I tell you everything, I'm going to be here for days, but I can tell you this. I knew something had changed when I saw them together.

Scott: It gives me great pleasure to present to Ms. Rollo her diploma from the Conservatory of Music.

Dawn: Thanks.

Scott: Did you hear what I just said?

Dawn: Yeah. I have a diploma. That's ok.

Scott: Sorry. I guess I just expected a little more enthusiasm.

Dawn: Why? What difference does it make?

Scott: Dawn, honey, you're going to get out of this place.

Dawn: Yeah, and soon I'm going to be back, and then soon after that --

Scott: Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. What happened?

Dawn: Remember that other AIDS patient I talked to?

Scott: Gary, yeah.

Dawn: Well, I just found out he's dead.

Scott: I'm sorry.

Dawn: I keep remembering about our last conversation and that he was saying that we should be strong and not give up hope and that there would be a cure. But now he's dead, and then I --

Scott: Easy, easy, easy. Come on. Take it easy.

Dawn: It's just that he was so brave.

Scott: So are you.

Dawn: No. No, I'm not. Scott, I am so afraid of dying.

Scott: You're not going to give up hope.

Dawn: I'm in the hospital again.

Scott: And Jamie says you're going to get out. I mean, come on --

Dawn: Oh, Scott, you know that's temporary. It's temporary. So, I have a diploma. Big deal. What am I going to do with it?

Scott: This is what you've been working so hard for.

Dawn: Yeah, what's the point?

Scott: The point is you've beaten the odds. You worked hard for something that you always wanted to have. That's the point.

Dawn: Yeah, I wanted a diploma. I got a diploma. Now what am I going to do with it?

Scott: Dawn --

Chad: Well, maybe this will give you something else to think about.

Dawn: Oh, Chad.

Chad: Congratulations.

Dawn: Thanks.

Chad: I am so proud of you.

Dawn: Thanks.

Chad: It's tradition to give the graduate a graduation present.

Dawn: You did not have to do that.

Chad: Yeah, it's for both of you. Just open it up. Go ahead.

Scott: Two first-class plane tickets to Venice.

Amanda: How's it going?

Sam: Lousy.

Amanda: It looks great.

Sam: Don't patronize me, Amanda.

Amanda: I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.

Sam: Fine. Then maybe you can bring over some more of your snobby friends to insult me.

Amanda: I'm sorry.

Sam: I don't have a name. Who do they think they are?

Amanda: Your name is Sam Fowler. One of these days, the entire art world is going to know it.

Sam: Yeah, well, we'll see.

Amanda: Sam, come on. You're just starting.

Sam: Amanda, look. I've sold one painting. That's it. Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead.

Amanda: That's ridiculous.

Sam: Look at that guy. He sold millions of TV dinners to the masses.

Amanda: So?

Sam: So, he's got to be doing something right.

Amanda: What do you want to do now, go into mass production?

Sam: No. I would like to make it as an artist. But right now, I don't feel like I can make it that way.

Donna: Oh, I have something else to tell you. It's wonderful.

Felicia: What?

Donna: It's Victoria. I really have my daughter back.

Felicia: Oh, Donna, you see. That's so important. That's so wonderful.

Donna: I know. I know, but can you believe this here? I've got two grown daughters, and I'm having a baby.

Felicia: Well, if you and Michael would stay out of bed for longer than two minutes --

Donna: Well, it just goes to prove that it's never too late, that's all.

Felicia: Hmm. Yeah, maybe.

Donna: Wait just a minute. What is this? What is this? Are you and Mitch talking about these things now?

Felicia: Well, for your information --

Donna: Hmm?

Felicia: We -- we have set a wedding date.

Donna: You set the date?

Felicia: Yes.

Donna: Really? Finally? Honestly?

Felicia: Yes, finally.

Donna: All right, when? When is it? When?

Felicia: Well, sometime in May. And I want you to know, you're the first one I've told.

Donna: Well, please don't think I'm going to keep it a secret.

Felicia: Are you kidding? I hope you're going to blab it to everybody. It'll save me a lot of money in wedding announcements.

Donna: This is wonderful.

Felicia: I think maybe things are really starting to go our way.

Donna: Hey.

Felicia: Oh. Does that mean yes?

Donna: Yeah, it means yes.

Dawn: Chad -- Venice. I don't believe this.

Chad: Well, I knew you always wanted to go there.

Scott: This is great.

Chad: Well, I booked you two into a really nice hotel. The travel agent said it was pretty romantic.

Dawn: The Grand Canal? St. Mark's Square?

Chad: Yeah.

Scott: It's great.

Dawn: Chad, it's too expensive.

Chad: Hey, come on. Not to worry. I collected on a few debts. My treat.

Dawn: Do you think that you can take off work soon?

Scott: No problem. Don't even worry about it, ok?

Dawn: Chad, this is like a dream come true.

Scott: Listen, why don't you come with us?

Chad: I would love to. I only think two can fit in a gondola.

Dawn: Chad, please come with me.

Chad: Sweetie, I can't. I just have a lot of stuff to take care of here.

Dawn: Yeah, but what could be more important than going to Venice?

Chad: When did Jamie say you could swing out of this joint?

Scott: Any day now.

Chad: Well, those are open tickets, so you guys just go whenever you feel right.

Dawn: I'm ready now. Come here. You are the best big brother in the whole world.

Chad: Just have a wonderful time, all right? You know that I love you. I'll see you in a little while, ok?

Dawn: Ok.

Scott: I want to talk to him about some of the travel arrangements, all right?

Dawn: Ok.

Scott: I'll be right back. Ok?

Dawn: Yeah.

Scott: Hey, do you really think you can afford this?

Chad: I can handle it. Don't worry about it.

Scott: This is going to be so great for Dawn.

Chad: I know. You just make sure she has one hell of a time.

Scott: I will. Believe me, I will. This is -- this will give her something to live for. Thank you very much.

Chad: Thank you.

Adam: Look, I'm telling you, I got it straight from the D.A.'s office. Reginald's lawyers are trying to spring him out on bail.

Michael: Adam, can you get bail for murder?

Adam: Oh, come on. With enough money, anything's possible, and this guy's got plenty of money.

Michael: When do we find out?

Adam: Ruling's supposed to come down this afternoon. They're going to move him back from the hospital into a jail cell.

Michael: All right, the minute -- the minute you find anything out, you let me know, all right?

Adam: You got it. By the way --

Michael: What?

Adam: That's a nice job, finding Cass and Nicole.

Michael: Thanks. I did what I could.

Adam: Yeah, well, let's just hope that this whole story's got a happy ending.

Michael: Yeah.

Mary: Hi. Welcome back, hero.

Michael: Hey, how are you?

Mary: Oh, I'm fine. How are you?

Michael: Good to see you.

Mary: Good to see you. Cass and Nicole are ok?

Michael: Yeah, Cass is fine. Nicole's fine. Felicia's fine.

Mary: Good. We sure missed you at the office.

Michael: Well, from what I hear, you held the fort together pretty well.

Mary: I do my best.

Michael: Yeah. From now on, I want you to know that just the next couple of months, I'm really going to be counting on you.

Mary: Oh. Why?

Michael: Well, my first priority has to be Donna.

Mary: Oh, of course. Yes, of course. Of course, I understand that. I just -- um --

Michael: What?

Mary: Nothing, nothing. This is not the time --

Michael: Hey, come on, no, no, no. What's wrong?

Mary: Well, Michael, I really love working for you, but --

Michael: I know, but it's just not your thing.

Mary: I realize that this is your work,

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