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Another World Transcript Friday 3/12/04
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Sam: Yeah, I can be down there as soon as possible. No, I don't mind waiting, no. Look, thanks, I really appreciate this, ok? Yeah. Uh -- yeah, I'll talk to you later. Bye. Hi, how you doing?
Amanda: Hi. Do you know what today is?
Sam: No. What?
Amanda: It is the first day of the rest of our lives, and it's going to be great!
Amanda: Yeah. I woke up this morning, and an idea for an article popped right into my head.
Sam: Oh, that's great.
Amanda: Mm-hmm. Hey, I'm a writer. If I see a woman give birth in a diner on a counter right in front of my eyes, it just takes me a couple of weeks to realize that I could write about it.
Sam: Well, that's a great idea. I'm glad you're excited about it.
Amanda: That's not all I'm excited about.
Amanda: Come on, Sam. Hushed phone conversations? Suit and shirt and tie? Isn't there something you want to tell me?
Cass: Hmm, hmm --
Cass: Hmm? Uh-huh? Say please?
Cass: I'm glad we only ordered the fruit.
Nicole: Mmm, yeah?
Cass: Yeah, the eggs Benedict can get so messy.
Nicole: Mm-hmm. Mmm.
[British accent] please, sir, can I have some more?
Cass: Oh, she's so insatiable.
Nicole: [Normal voice] I know. But I was talking about breakfast.
Cass: Wait a sec -- how can you eat more? I've never seen anybody devour so much so quickly.
Nicole: Well, I don't know why. I just -- I woke up this morning with a ferocious appetite.
Cass: Me, too.
Nicole: Checkout time isn't until noon.
Cass: Here's to a civilized checkout time.
Nicole: Mimosa, melon, and thou.
Cass: You know, I'm getting very fond of these -- these little romantic interludes of ours.
Nicole: And those little plastic cards that make them possible.
Cass: And your wonderful smile that makes you so irresistible.
I think this tray has outlived its usefulness. You know what I mean?
[Knock on door]
Cass: Cover yourself. Ahem. Uh, come in.
Bellhop: Room service.
Cass: Oh, hi.
Bellhop: Can I take that tray for you?
Cass: Oh, great. Yeah, really, thank you.
Bellhop: Hope you enjoyed your breakfast.
Cass: Ooh, yeah.
Nicole: Oh, thank you, it was wonderful.
Cass: Nicole --
Bellhop: Don't mention it.
Bellhop: Oh, just thought you might like to meet that dress person. You are dress people, aren't you?
Cass: Yeah. Listen, thanks again. So long.
Nicole: What dress person?
Cass: Nicole --
Bellhop: You know the name. Sort of famous -- I can't think of it.
Cass: Well, when you come up with it, maybe you'll let us know. Goodbye.
Bellhop: Oh, yeah -- Diane Genee. Well, you have a good morning, now.
Nicole: "Kind of famous"? Diane Genee? Cass, all of a sudden I have this urgent desire for breakfast.
Cass: It's -- it's a lovely dining room they have down there.
Nicole: What a day! Diane Genee!
Nicole: Oh, but this better be a great breakfast.
Michael: Hey, Victoria.
Michael: I want to talk to you.
Michael: Well, your mother and I hardly saw you yesterday. Where were you?
Vicky: Oh, I just took off. I thought you guys might want some time alone.
Vicky: Because it was a holiday.
Michael: It was Easter.
Vicky: Easter's a holiday.
Michael: Easter is a family holiday.
Vicky: Well, sorry. I guess I should've told you where I was going.
Michael: I think so. No, Bridget will get that. I think you ought to tell me where you were.
Vicky: Dad, I was just hanging out. Do these outfits --
Michael: Excuse me, but are you being purposely vague?
Vicky: No, I just like what's in the magazine. Mm-hmm.
Michael: You like what's in the magazine?
Vicky: Hi, Jamie.
Michael: Hi, Jamie. What are you doing here? Are you here to see Donna?
Jamie: Yes, I want to check up on here. Maybe I should've called first. I'm sorry.
Donna: Well, I'm sure she'd be glad to see you.
Vicky: How's Lisa?
Jamie: About the same.
Jamie: I'll go in now if that's ok.
Bridget: Yes, well, I'll go up with you, doctor, in case you need anything.
Jamie: Thank you.
Vicky: Hey, dad, don't worry about yesterday, ok?
Michael: I wonder what -- what Jamie's up to.
Michael: Usually Jamie would call before he'd come over.
Vicky: Dad, maybe it's just like you said. Maybe he's coming to check up on Donna, no big deal.
Michael: No, I don't think so, Vicky. I think something's wrong.
Bridget: Are you done with the tea things?
Donna: Yes, Bridget, thank you.
Bridget: Well, I'll just take them away, then, and I'll leave the two of you alone, ok?
Donna: All right.
Jamie: So, how are you feeling?
Donna: Well, I'm -- I'm getting better every day.
Jamie: Well, I hope you're not trying to do too much.
Donna: Oh, no, are you kidding? With Michael around? Jamie, you know, I -- I am rather surprised to see you here.
Jamie: I know. I had a talk with your obstetrical surgeon this morning.
Donna: Really? You mean about me having another baby?
Jamie: Well, he took a look at your latest test results, and I have some news for you.
Donna: Well, Jamie, what did he say? Am I going to be able to have another baby?
Jamie: Conceiving will be no problem.
Donna: Really? Well, that's wonderful!
Jamie: But there are problems.
Donna: Well, that -- that's all right. I mean, you just said I --
Jamie: What I said was that conceiving is possible. I'm afraid carrying to term is another matter.
Donna: I see.
Jamie: I'm sorry, but the injuries you suffered in the fall -- they weakened the uterine wall to an extent --
Donna: Jamie, look, I'll stay in bed this time completely. I'll take any kind of medicine you want to give me. I'll do anything!
Jamie: Sorry, but there's not much of anything you can do.
Donna: So you're saying that I should -- I should just give up hope of ever having another child? Oh, Jamie.
Jamie: I'm so sorry.
Donna: No. I couldn't -- I couldn't do that anyway. I couldn't bear the thought of feeling that life inside of me and then losing it again.
Jamie: Can I give you some advice?
Jamie: Think about yourself now. You and Michael are together again.
Donna: Oh, Michael.
Jamie: Seems like you're closer now than you've ever been before. Enjoy that.
Donna: Jamie, he wants another baby more than anything in this world. He didn't get to be a part of raising Marley or Victoria. And I know he's not over the loss of this baby yet.
Jamie: Neither are you.
Donna: I -- I just need some time to think about all this.
Jamie: Michael is still outside. Would you like me to tell him?
Donna: No. No, I have to tell him. I have to be the one to tell him that I'm not going to be able to give him the one thing he wants.
Nicole: Would you please hurry up?
Cass: We have to look presentable.
Nicole: You know, Cass, every morning you take hours just to look the way you always look.
Cass: So would every man in America if he looked like this. "I love you, Cass. I love you." All set?
Nicole: Ok. Let's go!
Cass: Let's go.
Nicole: Wait, wait, wait, just one thing here.
Nicole: When we bump into her, I'll handle it, ok?
Cass: I beg your pardon?
Nicole: Well, I just don't think we should be obvious, you know? And I thought if I would casually mention --
Cass: You think I'm obvious?
Nicole: Did I say that? I never said that.
Cass: You think I'm going to bump into Diane and say, "hey, Diane, babe, nice threads, chicky baby, chicky baby."
Nicole: You know, you do this all the time.
Nicole: You just put words in my mouth.
Cass: No, I don't.
Nicole: Cass, I just don't want us acting like a couple of rubes.
Cass: A rube? A rube? Now wait a sec -- you didn't think I acted like a rube last night when you --
Nicole: Oh, you know, a gentleman would never mention that. He would never forget it, but he would never mention it.
Cass: I'm no gentleman.
Nicole: Oh. I'm so glad. Ok, when we meet her, we'll just play it by ear.
Cass: We're getting very good at that.
Nicole: You know what I figure?
Nicole: Stop it. The hardest part -- Cass! The hardest part's going to be striking up the initial conversation.
Stop it. And we don't want her to think that we're, you know, trying to use her or something.
Cass: Have you ever seen "All about Eve"?
Nicole: You think Celeste Holm would introduce me?
Cass: Let's use her.
Amanda: I promise I won't keep you.
Sam: No, it's ok. I still got time.
Amanda: I just wanted to just have some time to think about it, look forward to it.
Sam: Well, it's going to be a great article, I'm sure.
Amanda: That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it.
Sam: I'm sorry, what?
Amanda: Come on, the phone call? Selling the painting?
Amanda: We've only been married for a short time, but I think I know you well enough to realize that when you get up early in the morning, put on a coat and tie, and kind of strut around all morning, glancing back at the clock that there is definitely something going to happen.
Sam: Look, Amanda, it's not that. I don't think you understand --
Amanda: It's all right. My mother's superstitious, too.
Sam: No --
Amanda: She doesn't like to talk about her work or anything that might happen until it's all set for sure. I'll tell you one thing that is set for sure, though. When you get this check, we are going to celebrate! I'm going to make you -- I'm going to make you your favorite food, whatever your favorite meal is. What's your favorite meal? That's ok, we'll have mine because I'm going to sell my article, and we're going to prove to the entire world that we can do exactly what we want to do and we can make it. I'm so proud of you.
Sam: Look, Amanda, I don't want you to expect that we're going to get everything we want right away.
Amanda: Look, you're nervous. I understand.
Sam: No, Amanda, it's not that. It's the fact that --
Amanda: Listen, I don't know how much money you're going to make on this thing, but it really doesn't matter. As long as you're doing what you really want to do, it doesn't matter how much money you make.
Sam: Look, Amanda, it's not that --
[knock on door]
Amanda: Oh, that must be Dorie. She gave me her key.
Amanda: Loretta, hi.
Loretta: I hope you don't mind my dropping by. I wanted to talk to you. I -- oh, good morning, honey.
Loretta: I hope this isn't a bad time.
Amanda: Actually --
Sam: No, actually, I was just leaving. Bye, Mom. Amanda, I'll see you later.
Amanda: Sam -- Sam, weren't you going to -- weren't you going to say something to me?
Sam: Just to tell you to wish me luck.
Amanda: I wish you all the luck in the world.
Loretta: I -- I'm so sorry.
Amanda: Oh, no, don't be. Stay. I think Sam's going to have some very good news for us.
Jamie: Donna, I'm --
Donna: No --
Jamie: Donna, I know this is a huge disappointment for you, but I think you're underestimating Michael. He has you. He has Vicky and Marley. He's a very lucky man, and I think he knows that.
Donna: He has done so much for me. He just really wants another child.
Jamie: Give yourself a chance to gain some perspective, ok? I mean, you've hardly been outside this room.
Donna: I know. I know.
[Knock on door]
Michael: Hey, mind if I come in?
Donna: Oh, no, no, of course not. Come on in here.
Michael: Is everything ok?
Jamie: I was just giving Donna some news about her condition.
Donna: Yes, yes. He was just telling me that I really should get myself out of this room, that's all.
Michael: Is that right?
Donna: Mm-hmm. Yes, he said I really need a new perspective.
Jamie: That's right, I did.
Donna: And you know what?
Donna: I am going to start right now.
Michael: Well, I don't know about your perspective, but mine is certainly picking up.
Michael: Now, are you sure she's ok, Jamie? Huh?
Donna: I told Donna that she's making a good recovery.
Michael: Ok. I mean, I knew that. It's just that when you go popping up out of the blue like that, I get a little concerned.
Donna: Yes, yes. I mean, not that we don't enjoy having you stop by, you know, but --
Michael: Call first.
Jamie: Donna can tell you everything I said, and I'll let myself out.
Michael: Ok. So -- what did he say?
Donna: He said that I was doing just fine.
Donna: And that I really should get myself out of this room.
Michael: Well, that's great.
Donna: And start living my life with you.
Michael: Oh, really?
Michael: Well, then, how about if we start your indoor therapy right now, hmm?
Vicky: Oh, Jamie.
Vicky: How's Donna?
Jamie: She's going to be fine.
Vicky: Oh, great. Well, then, I guess we won't be seeing much of you around here anymore, huh?
Jamie: No, probably not. I'll let myself out.
Vicky: Oh, Jamie, I hope there weren't any problems caused because of yesterday.
Jamie: Uh, it'll be ok.
Vicky: Lisa looked pretty mad when she saw the two of us together.
Jamie: Yeah, well, I told her it was an accident. I mean, we certainly didn't intend to get locked in the boathouse.
Vicky: I know that. I just hope she believes you.
Jamie: Don't worry about it. See you later.
Vicky: Yeah, see you. Oh, he's obviously just tortured about his love for me. Jamie.
Bridget: Was that Dr. Frame that just went out?
Vicky: Oh, yes. Yeah.
Bridget: Well, how's your mother?
Vicky: Well, she's going to be just fine, he said.
Bridget: Then why do you look so sad?
Vicky: I don't look so sad.
Bridget: Oh, Victoria. Now, I know you, and I know when you're looking sad.
Vicky: I think I'm in the way here, Bridget.
Bridget: Oh, no, dear.
Vicky: Yeah, I mean, Michael and Donna have been through so many hard times lately.
Bridget: That doesn't mean they don't want you.
Vicky: I know. I just think maybe they want their privacy, you know? Maybe I want mine.
Vicky: Well, sure. I don't have a place to just bring my friends, you know?
Bridget: Well, you know, I don't know why you can't bring your friends and entertain them here.
Vicky: Well, I could, but they -- what if I found a man? I mean, what am I supposed to say to my dad, "excuse me, we're just going to go up my bedroom now"? It doesn't sound right.
Bridget: Well, I -- I mean, I wouldn't know about that.
Vicky: Oh, well, I'm -- I shouldn't have said it that way. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Bridget: Well, have you found a young man?
Vicky: Well, sort of. But I do know of an apartment, too. It's kind of a loft-like space.
Bridget: Well, now, have you discussed this with Mr. Michael and Miss Donna?
Vicky: Well, no, not yet, because I'm not sure if I can swing it. I'm not sure if I want to swing it.
Bridget: Well, it seems to me, to get an apartment just to pursue a young man -- well, that does seem a bit forward, you know.
Vicky: Oh, well, Bridget, you know, I just don't worry about things like that, you know?
Bridget: Then what is it? What is it that's bothering you, dear? Hmm?
Vicky: Oh, it's ridiculous. It's just --
Bridget: Come on. Come on, tell me anyway, hmm?
Vicky: Bridget, what if I end up getting this place of my own, right, for privacy, but I'd just end up being alone?
Cass: Do you see her?
Nicole: Yeah, there she is -- by the fireplace drinking coffee.
Cass: She's fairly well-dressed.
Nicole: Are you kidding? She looks great.
Cass: And look, the table next to her is empty.
Nicole: Yeah. Why don't we ask the waiter. We'll slip him a 20 and we'll ask him to have that table, ok?
Cass: A 20?
Nicole: What, that's not enough?
Cass: Just let me handle this, all right?
Bellhop: Can I help you?
Cass: Ahem. Oh, hi.
Bellhop: You're here to see Ms. Genee, huh?
Cass: No, no, no. We just came to --
Nicole: I'm really starving. Aren't you?
Cass: I'm absolutely starving.
Bellhop: Whatever you say. This way, please.
Nicole: Excuse me --
Nicole: I would really like to sit by the fireplace. I like that table by the fireplace.
Bellhop: Oh, next to Ms. Genee?
Cass: Well -- oh, is that her? Oh.
Nicole: Is that who that is? No, actually, the plants. I like the plants, you know?
Bellhop: Well, sit down and I'll get you some coffee.
Nicole: Oh, thank you. Thanks.
Cass: Thank you.
Nicole: Well, that went smoothly.
Cass: I mean, you think with all they charge you, they'd be able to have a maitre d'.
Nicole: Come on.
Cass: Hey, wait a second.
Cass: Let me handle the actual meeting. I mean, that's the trickiest part of it. Let me do it!
Diane: Nicole Love?
Diane: Cass Winthrop, how nice to meet you. I'm Diane Genee.
Cass: You see how nicely I handled that?
Loretta: I -- I hope I didn't drive him away.
Amanda: Oh, no, of course not.
Loretta: I -- I guess I should've called.
Amanda: Really, really, he just had a lot of things on his mind. That's all.
Loretta: You really love him very much, don't you?
Amanda: Yes, I do.
Loretta: Down to making a determined effort to get along with his mother.
Amanda: I'm very close with my parents. I just wish that you and Sam could be --
Loretta: You don't blame Sam for that? Oh, this isn't his fault.
Amanda: Oh, I really don't think worrying about whose fault it is is going to help things very much.
Loretta: Amanda, yesterday at the Corys' we started to talk and I -- I wanted to say something to you.
Loretta: Well, this isn't anything. I'm not very happy --
[knock on door]
Amanda: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm showing the apartment next door.
Loretta: Oh, well, you do what you have to do. I'll just wait.
Amanda: Ok. I'll be right back.
Vicky: How are you? I was wondering if you just had a minute, if we could go check out that apartment next door.
Amanda: Oh -- actually --
Loretta: I told you not to worry about me. I'll just make myself a cup of tea.
Amanda: All right, we'll be right back.
Loretta: Now, let's see -- what would a good mother do? Hmm. One thing, start with this.
Michael: Are you sure you're supposed to be out of bed this long?
Donna: Michael, I just had a cesarean. I mean, it is normal for me to be up and around.
Michael: Ok. You know, I do have to say I was glad that you talked to Jamie. It kind of made me think that the worst is over.
Donna: Michael --
Michael: No, now let me finish here, ok? I know that -- that you and I are never going to get over the loss of our son. But I think that since you're feeling better, maybe it's time we just started thinking about the future.
Donna: How would we do that?
Michael: Well, what we could do is we could get married. I know that wasn't very romantic.
Donna: No. No, that's ok. That doesn't --
Michael: You know what I'd like to do, though?
Michael: I would like to have a small family wedding -- just you, me, and Victoria.
Donna: No, wait -- Nicole, Cass, Felicia, Bridget? You know, they --
Michael: Ok, ok, ok, look, we could have anyone that you want to have, all right?
Michael: And then you know what?
Michael: We'll go to Europe. How about that?
Donna: Oh, well, now, that -- that does sound romantic.
Michael: Does that sound good? We'll go to Rome, we'll go to Paris.
Michael: Venice, Venice, if you like, the Greek islands.
Donna: Oh, London.
Michael: London, London.
Donna: I love London.
Michael: We'll go anywhere you want to go. The best hotels, the nicest countries and nicest cities, for as long as you want.
Donna: But wait a minute. I mean, what about Victoria? I mean, would she mind us being gone that long?
Michael: I think Victoria would be all for it.
Donna: You know, maybe it would really be good, huh? Being away that long might help put things in the past -- I mean, put everything behind us, you know?
Michael: I had thought that maybe it would give us a fresh start. And while we're at fresh starts, I know this is too soon, but I just want you to know that I want to have another child.
Donna: Uh -- another child?
Jamie's voice: Conceiving is possible. I'm afraid carrying to term is another matter.
Michael: Donna, are you ok?
Donna: Yeah. Yes.
Michael: Look, I'm --
Donna: I'm sorry. I'm fine.
Michael: I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't mean now, but I -- I just know that we could do it right this time, Donna. Then nothing would stand in our way.
Donna: Oh --
Donna: Oh, Michael.
Michael: Donna? Donna?
Michael: Hey, look, do you want me to call Jamie?
Donna: No --
Michael: I'll call him at the hospital.
Donna: No, Michael, please -- no, don't -- don't do that.
Michael: I don't know where that guys gets off telling you you can get out of bed.
Donna: No, it wasn't his fault.
Michael: Donna, you passed out.
Donna: No, I didn't. Michael, I just got dizzy, that's all. I think maybe I just overdid. Honey, I'm sorry, ok?
Michael: No, I'm sorry.
Donna: For what?
Michael: No sooner does Jamie let you out of bed than I'm gabbing about a whirlwind tour of Europe and getting married.
Donna: No. No, I loved it.
Michael: I love you, Donna, and I just -- I want to give you all the wonderful things in life. I want you to have something wonderful to think about.
Donna: I know, and I love you.
Michael: Good. Why don't you rest, ok? Get a little sleep. Save your strength. You're going to need it.
Donna: Ok, I love you.
Michael: I'll talk to you later. Sure you're ok? Ok.
[Knock on door]
Donna: Who is it?
Bridget: It's Bridget, Miss Donna.
Donna: Oh, come in. Hi.
Bridget: Well, I saw Mr. Michael out in the hall, and he said you weren't feeling very well, dear.
Donna: No! No, I'm all right. I'm just kind of tired.
Bridget: Yes, well, I know you didn't eat very much breakfast. Maybe I could fix you a little something to eat.
Donna: Bridget, were you ever married?
Donna: Were you ever in love?
Bridget: Oh, ay. I was in love once, mm-hmm.
Donna: But it didn't work out?
Bridget: Well, it wasn't meant to be.
Donna: Yeah, some things are like that, aren't they? Sometimes the things that you want the most just aren't meant to be.
Bridget: Talking about the baby now, aren't you?
Donna: Yeah, the baby.
Amanda: I think it'd be fun to have you as a next-door neighbor.
Vicky: Well, I do, too, but I think that place is just a little too beat-up, you know?
Amanda: So, you fix it up. It's fun.
Vicky: Amanda, I can't afford that.
Vicky: Well, I just don't want to take any of my parents' money. You know, I want to do it all on my own.
Amanda: Oh, well, how much does a couple of cans of paint cost?
Vicky: Not much. It's the painters that cost a lot, and I want to get the floors redone, and there needs to be more closet space in there, and the carpenters, I think --
Amanda: Did you ever hear of do-it-yourself?
Amanda: No, really, it's fun. It's fun. You just get a bunch of your friends together. It's fun.
Vicky: That sounds really tempting, you know, but I think I'll pass. Thanks. Can I use your phone, though?
Vicky: Great. See, there was another girl that's interested in the apartment, so I just want to call the realtor and tell her that I'm not going to take it.
Amanda: Ok. Sorry.
Vicky: Just not the woodworking type, you know?
Amanda: All right. Loretta, I'm sorry if we took so long. What are you doing?
Loretta: Why, I just thought I'd help out.
Amanda: You did the dishes and started the laundry and everything?
Loretta: If I butted in, I --
Amanda: Butted in? No, this is great! Now I can go to work on my article and not even have to get up to change loads that often.
Loretta: You know, I'm actually enjoying it. I don't know how good a job I've done. Domesticity is not my long suit.
Vicky: Well, well, well -- looks like you got yourself a new neighbor. She's on her way over from the realtor's office right now.
[Knock on door]
Amanda: Would you --
Vicky: Yes, I'll get it.
Vicky: Jamie! Hi.
Jamie: Fancy meeting you here.
Vicky: You, too.
Jamie: Hi. Hi, Amanda. Loretta.
Loretta: Hi, Jamie. I'm just going to go check on that other load.
Jamie: Uh, I hope you don't mind my dropping by like this.
Amanda: No, no. The more the merrier.
Jamie: Say what?
Amanda: Nothing. The coffee's on the stove.
Jamie: Did you make it?
Amanda: No, Sam did.
Jamie: Then I'll have some, please.
Vicky: Right here.
Jamie: You know, I seem to be bumping into you all over the place.
Vicky: Oh, I think I'll survive.
Jamie: You know, that door across the hall is open. Is that the place that's for rent?
Amanda: Yeah, right.
Jamie: Well, I checked it out. It's a pretty nice place.
Amanda: Well, it's taken.
Jamie: Well, somebody's lucky.
Vicky: Are you kidding? That place is a trash dump.
Jamie: But think about how much fun it would be to fix that place up.
Vicky: Oh, right. Fun.
Amanda: Didn't I tell you? The only reason he went to medical school is because he couldn't make it as a general contractor.
Jamie: You know, it's got high ceilings, good enough for a loft bed, a desk underneath --
Vicky: Do you like doing stuff like that?
Jamie: Well, it's the world's best therapy. If I drive a nail in crooked, I don't get sued for malpractice.
Vicky: So you would help somebody out if they needed building.
Jamie: Only if it's complicated and takes a long time. Amanda, this coffee is truly awful. I thought you said Sam made it.
Amanda: He did -- yesterday. I'm not allowed to drink it, so --
Jamie: How are you feeling?
Amanda: Not too bad, except for my back.
Jamie: I told you this thing didn't give you enough support.
Amanda: All right, then how about a nice, firm double mattress?
Jamie: That's exactly what you need.
Amanda: Great. Want to help me schlep it in here? Dorie's giving me hers.
Jamie: I guess I walked into that, didn't I?
Vicky: Jamie, about this do-it-yourself stuff -- you really like it, huh?
Jamie: Just give me a can of beer and a wall to paint, and I'm yours for life.
Vicky: I could shoot myself.
Diane: I was right, wasn't I? Aren't the Belgian waffles perfect?
Nicole: Just lovely.
Diane: I don't usually eat that much in the morning, but this place is very special. Would you like something else?
Cass: Oh, no, no.
Nicole: This is plenty.
Nicole: Um, Ms. Genee --
Nicole: Diane. I just can't believe how nice you've been to us. I mean -- well, you're one of my idols.
Diane: Oh, please. I told you, I think your designs are wonderful. The countess looked dazzling in the gown you did for her.
Diane: And one of the nice things about this industry is meeting new people.
Cass: Well, thank you.
Nicole: Thank you.
Cass: You're very kind, very gracious. Thanks.
Diane: I'm having a party at my house in the Hamptons, and there will be a lot of people there I think you should meet Anne and Bill and Ralph, of course.
Cass: Of course.
Diane: Would you be able to make it?
Nicole: Well, I don't know. I've been awful busy lately.
Diane: I understand, but you must always leave time for fun.
Cass: Absolutely. I was just telling Nicole that. You must always leave time for fun, Nicole.
Nicole: I know, but -- I'd love to, of course. I just --
Diane: Please? And you'd be staying with me at my house.
Waiter: Here you are, Ms. Genee.
Diane: Oh, thank you.
Nicole: Oh, no, no, please. I'm sorry. Let us take it.
Diane: No, no, no, don't be silly.
Nicole: No, no, please, I insist. I mean, you're having us in your home. This is the least we can do.
Diane: But --
Cass: No buts. We do insist.
Waiter: Your limo is here, Ms. Genee.
Cass: You go and wow them in Chicago, and we'll see you in the Hamptons, Diane.
Diane: I feel very funny about this.
Cass: Oh --
Nicole: Don't. Oh, don't. Believe me, this is nothing.
Diane: You must be doing very well. I'll see you soon.
Diane: Au revoir.
Nicole: Au revoir.
Nicole: What a truly nice person. I mean, she was just so easy to talk to. And what she said, you know, about the sense of texture -- Cass, you haven't listened to a word I said. Cass? Would you just drop it?
Cass: "No," she says. "I insist," she says. "It's the least we could do," she says.
Nicole: Well, I thought we were paying for the breakfast.
Cass: Three nights! She stayed there three nights, and you picked up the entire bill.
Nicole: Well, what did you want me to do, run after her and say "Diane, honey, I thought we were just paying for a couple of eggs and some O.J."? You know, maybe I could have handed her the bill back and slipped her a 20.
Cass: A 20? We don't have a 20. We gave our last 20 to the stupid waiter. All we have now is a credit card, and the numbers on that are wearing off, definitely.
Nicole: Well, you know, I learned this all from you.
Cass: What did you learn?
Nicole: The art of survival.
Cass: Oh, that.
Nicole: Just admit it. If I hadn't picked up the bill, you would have, right?
Cass: I admit that. It was the classy thing to do, and she's a classy lady.
Cass: Ok, so, we look at it as an investment, all right? I mean, we will be staying at her house and meeting Bob and Ralph and, you know, Anne --
Nicole: Right, right. And how will we get there? Hitch?
Cass: You know, there's a snide streak in you, and it's not very becoming.
Nicole: You know, $638! Doesn't Diane get a corporate rate?
Cass: Hey, a minute ago, you were thrilled with your own magnanimity.
Nicole: Well, a minute ago, I was defending myself. Now I'm feeling stupid and broke.
Cass: You know what the trouble with you rich types is?
Cass: You take money too seriously. When you ain't got it, that's when you should spend it.
Nicole: Oh! That is so stupid! You know, that is just ridiculous.
Cass: Oh, yeah?
Nicole: Yeah. What are you doing? You going to pay for Diane's limousine to Chicago?
Cass: Oh, she's a comedienne now. Front desk? Yes, this is Mr. Winthrop in room 183. Would you please send up a dozen long-stem roses?
Cass: Make them white, please.
Cass: No, no. No card is necessary. I'll deliver them to her myself. Thank you very much.
Nicole: Do you know how much white roses cost?
Cass: I forgot to ask.
Nicole: Do you know that they're my favorites?
Cass: That I remembered.
Nicole: You know --
Nicole: I think the stupidest thing I ever did was go into business with you. Why does it make me so happy?
Vicky: So, you see, it must have been just a real big mistake on the realtor's part because I really do want the apartment and that's what I told her.
Woman: I'm sorry, but they have accepted my deposit.
Amanda: Well, you see, we're friends, and we thought that it would be nice --
Vicky: Very nice --
Woman: We're not talking nice. We're talking real estate, and I'd appreciate it in the future if you'd just stay out of my personal life.
Loretta: Hi, Mandy. I just dropped in to tell you that the laundry is flooded again. I went to put some fabric softener in because I really hate that static cling and -- well, I'm telling you, six inches of water staring me in the face! I'm Ellen Terry -- 319, right down the hall. You the new neighbor?
Woman: I am.
Loretta: You are absolutely going to love it here. I think of all the girls in the building as the daughter I never had, if you know what I mean. Mandy can tell you, I'm in and out all the time. You need anything, just knock on my door.
Woman: Actually, I don't --
Loretta: Actually, you don't have to knock on my door because your place is right next to mine, and you and I are not going to have any secrets, you know what I mean? The girl who's in there now -- well, she's only been there two months, and the girl before that -- three weeks! Anyway, the one who's there now had this gentleman caller. And I mean, I guess the gentleman caller thought that they were on better terms than they really were, and one night --
Woman: Look, this is appalling. That is none of your business.
Loretta: Well, I tell you, it's better than "Dynasty" around here. You think Joan Collins can act? I think she takes her part real good, but frankly, I think she's really like that. What did you say your name was, honey?
Amanda: Oh, this is Pauline. She's moving in tomorrow.
Loretta: We'll have a welcome party! Well, I mean, I've got the key. We'll have the place all ready for you when you get here.
Pauline: I'd like that key back, please.
Loretta: Oh, no. See, I'm the super. They knock a few bucks off the rent, anything you need to get done. By the way, did that exterminator ever come?
Loretta: Rats! That's a good one -- rats is what it is.
Pauline: Look, you can have the apartment.
Pauline: Frankly, this woman should be committed.
Loretta: Did I do good?
Vicky and Amanda: You were great!
Vicky: What do you do, watch "I love Lucy" a lot?
Loretta: I always thought of myself as a character actress.
Amanda: Oh, I told Sam this morning it was going to be a great day.
Vicky: By the way, where is Sam? I'd like to say hi.
Amanda: Oh, well -- I don't know if I should say just yet, but he's about to get the best news that he's had in years.
Man: So, you've got a record?
Sam: Yeah, every one Tina Turner ever made.
Sam: It was a joke.
Man: Look, I don't like jokes, and I don't like guys with records.
Sam: Ok, I'm sorry.
Man: So, you got one?
Sam: A record? No.
Man: Good. That's one thing in your favor.
Sam: One thing?
Man: Well, you're not exactly qualified for this line of work.
Sam: Yeah, but I need the money.
Man: So, who doesn't?
Sam: Look, I'll really work hard for you. I was hoping you'd overlook my lack of qualifications.
Man: You know, I'll bet your a college man. We're getting more and more of them these days, especially since that stock market thing.
Sam: My wife is pregnant, and I got a lot of bills to pay.
Man: Tell me, how come a clean-cut guy like you is coming to me looking for a job?
Sam: Because my background doesn't give me a lot of other jobs.
Man: And what exactly is your background?
Sam: I'm an artist.
Man: Jeez. Now I've heard everything!
Sam: Come on, man, please.
Sam: Look, I will bust my tail for you if you give me this job. What do you say?
Vicky: "Mr. and Mrs. Michael Hudson." "Miss Victoria Love Hudson." The only person that uses this kind of stationery is grandfather.
Amanda: You don't have to go.
Loretta: Well, no, I know you want to get to work. I promise you, I will call next time.
Amanda: All right, well, I'll definitely tell Sam how wonderful you were today, helping Vicky and then helping me.
Loretta: Well, it wasn't anything.
Amanda: I know you want to be part of our family, and I'm really glad.
Loretta: Look, I know that Sam and Mitch didn't get the kind of boring, hands-on mothering that other kids get. I guess if I want to get to be back into their lives, it's as good a place to start as any.
Amanda: Sounds good to me.
Loretta: Well --
Amanda: Loretta, what's wrong?
Loretta: I'm doing it again.
Loretta: Avoiding the issue. I came here for a purpose. I'm pretending now that I just -- fixing the laundry, and fixing up the place is going to take care of it, but I had a reason for coming, and I was about to leave without -- without --
Amanda: What is it?
Loretta: That crystal bell. I want it back.
Amanda: You what?
Loretta: I stole it, and I want to take it back. I'm really very sorry.
Amanda: Oh, you're wonderful.
Loretta: I -- I'm glad you think so. What about Sam?
Man: Ok, kid. Here's your ticket to a golden future. I hope you make the most of it.
Sam: Thanks a lot. I'll do my best.
Nicole: Well --
Cass: Well --
Nicole: Quite a morning, huh?
Cass: Everything is going to be just fine. You wait and see.
Nicole: Wasn't there something we were going to do?
Cass: I seem to vaguely recollect being interrupted in the middle of something.
Nicole: We had our power breakfast. Now how about our power --
Bellhop: Oh, sorry.
Cass: I'm beginning to actively dislike this chap.
Bellhop: Can I help you with your bags?
Cass: We're not going.
Bellhop: You do know that checkout is 12:00. We'll have to charge you for another day.
Cass: Don't trip on your way out.
Bellhop: Sorry to bother you.
Nicole: Another day? Cass --
Nicole: How will we afford this?
Cass: Where there's a will, there's a way. Walk this way.
Cass: Whoa. Whoa! Did we break the bed?
Vicky: "You are cordially invited to the home of the late Reginald Love on Friday, April 8, 1988. Cocktails and dinner will be served, followed by a reading of Mr. Love's will. Black tie requested."
Michael: Hey. How's my girl?
Donna: Michael, I'm glad you're here. I need to talk to you.
Michael: Yeah? About what?
Donna: Getting married.
Michael: Good. That's my favorite subject.
Donna: I can't do it. I can't marry you, Michael.
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