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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/17/04
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Jamie: I must say, I have enjoyed this change of scenery so much.
Lisa: Me, too.
Jamie: And I can't say enough about my new director
Lisa: well, the evening is not over yet. Shall we eat lunch?
Lisa: Aren't you hungry?
Jamie: Yes, I'm very hungry.
Liz: Take this to draft in this to advertising.
Nicole: I don't feel right seeing Mac without an appointment.
Cass: No problem. Mac and I are good friends. He'll see us.
Nicole: Do you really think you can interest him in investing in the salon?
Cass: Our reputation is growing. The press has been absolutely fabulous.
Nicole: But first we have to get in to see him.
Cass: Well, that won't be difficult. Uh-oh. The original sentinel is on duty, however, so you never can tell. Fortunately, I'm a very charming fellow, so let me handle this, ok? Liz, you're looking wonderfully well. How nice to see you.
Nicole: Hi, Liz.
Liz: Hello, Nicole, Cass.
Cass: Hi. We're here to see Mac.
Liz: I see. That's odd. You're not down in my appointment book.
Cass: Well, this is just one of those spontaneous social ...
Liz: Cass, please.
Liz: You know and I know that you're here for money, Mac Cory's money, and you're not going to get it.
Vince: Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?
Mary: What could you do? I mean, we'll have dinner. They'll read the will. I'll probably be back before you close up.
Cheryl: I don't know why you have to go at all. Can't we just forget about Reginald Love?
Mary: Well, I figure eventually Reginald's lawyer is going to have to tell me what's in the will regarding me. I may as well find out tonight.
Scott: Mom, I just got the most bizarre invitation. You, too.
Scott: Well, to be honest, I didn't expect to be in the will after the falling-out we had before he died.
Mary: Makes two of us.
Jason: I guess you could say three of us. Guess who's coming to dinner.
Mary: You're invited?
Scott: Why are you invited?
Jason: I guess somebody wants me to have dinner, free.
Scott: No, dad's lawyers said that the only people that were invited were beneficiaries.
Jason: I guess I'm about to inherit.
Scott: Why would you inherit anything?
Jason: Scott, I don't know. I'm going to find out tonight the same time you guys do. I think I'm intruding. Excuse me.
Vince: Why would Jason be in the will?
Scott: This is weird.
Mary: The whole thing is weird. A black-tie dinner?
Vince: I wonder who else is coming.
Mary: I suppose it would be futile for us to try and figure out what Reginald had in mind, but I'm going to tell you, I've made a very important decision. I'm not going to let him intimidate me ever again.
Vince: Good for you.
Mary: I'm going, and I'm going to enjoy myself.
Vie: Just make sure that the lawyer tastes all the food first.
Cheryl: Hey, are you ok? What's the matter?
Scott: Nothing. I'm just trying to figure this thing out. I mean, if Jason's going to be there, this whole thing might just be a big joke.
Vince: You mean like Jason being left an old shoe?
Scott: Yeah. If there's one thing I know for certain, my dad hated this guy.
Jason: Mary, I didn't know that my being invited was going to ruffle anybody's feathers.
Mary: Scott's upset. It's been rough for him since he got back from Venice.
Vince: I know how close you are -- were to Dawn. I'm sorry for you. And for Scott.
Mary: Thank you.
Jason: Maybe tonight will turn out just to be a diversion for everybody.
Mary: An interesting way of putting it.
Jason: Mary, the guy is gone now. Whatever the will says, afterwards we can have a laugh about it.
Mary: I've learned one thing about Reginald. Don't ever take it as a joke.
Jason: Mary --
Mary: I'm sorry, I have to go talk to Vince.
Jason: Did -- did you tell him about us?
Jason: Why not?
Mary: Because what happened was between you and me and it's never going to happen again.
Jason: You're right. It never will. And I'm sorry. I really am. You were a lady, and I was not even close to being a gentleman.
Ada: Hi, Mac.
Mac: Hi, Ada.
Ada: What are you doing here?
Mac: Well, can't I have lunch at my favorite eating spot in the world?
Ada: Oh, if that's the way you feel about it. What will you have?
Mac: What's the special?
Ada: The best black bean soup in America, and going fast.
Mac: I'll take it.
Ada: You got it. Everything all right?
Mac: Oh, yeah. Fine.
I guess you could call it springtime blues. People are out of sorts.
Ada: What are you out of sorts about?
Mac: No, no, I'm not talking about me. It's Rachel.
Cheryl: Ada, I need some help with the back burner. Would you mind?
Ada: What about Rachel?
Cheryl: Ada, please, now?
Ada: I'll be right back.
Michael: Mary? Jason.
Mary: Hi, Michael. Is Donna invited to the party tonight?
Michael: Well, yes, of course she is. You are, I'm sure.
Mary: Oh, yeah. Afraid so.
Jason: Me, too. I'll be partying with you.
Michael: Great. I can't wait to see what Reginald has got planned at everyone else's expense.
Mary: I hope whatever it is it won't upset Donna too much.
Michael: So do I. Jason, would you excuse me for a minute? I got to talk to Mary alone.
Jason: Oh, yeah. I got to go get spruced up for the big bash tonight. Thanks for our little talk.
Michael: Bye, Jason.
Mary: What's the problem?
Michael: Mary, I need to talk to you. I need some advice. Some professional advice about Donna.
Nicole: Maybe we should stop by another time.
Cass: Absolutely not. We're here to see Mac, and we're not going to be driven away.
Liz: Suit yourself.
Cass: Oh, we will. But for the record, Liz, if we were here for anything other than a social call, that would be Mac's business and not yours.
Liz: True. And Mac, generous man that he is, would give you what you wanted if he were here, but he is not here.
Cass: Where is he?
Cass: Out where, out?
Liz: Well, that is privileged information. Mac told me that he doesn't want to be bothered unless it is pressing.
Cass: And this --
Liz: Is not pressing.
Cass: Well, thank you, Liz, for your assistance and your cooperation. As always, you've been a ray of sunshine.
Nicole: Cass, I'm sensing a lot of hostility between the two of you.
Cass: No, really? She and I go way back, unfortunately. Do me a favor, all right? Keep an eye on her while I check out the premises.
Nicole: But she said Mac wasn't here.
Cass: I don't believe that for a second. Mac could be somewhere in this complex. You have to understand, Liz is the enemy. Any information she gives us is absolutely suspect.
Nicole: What should I do?
Cass: You stay here. If you see Mac, make an appointment with him, all right, at home. And remember, we need investors, and Mac is our best bet.
Nicole: I got it.
Liz: So, Cass is going to check out the rest of the building, eh?
Nicole: Uh -- well --
Liz: Doesn't matter. Mac is really not here.
Nicole: You know, Liz, you and Cass don't seem to get along so well.
Liz: Oh, he's a shameless promoter. I don't know how you let your lovely designs get mixed up with him.
Nicole: Well, Cass has been wonderful to me.
Liz: I know he has a warm side. I'm sure he was very comforting. Terrible things that happened with your father -- oh, I'm -- I'm sorry.
Nicole: That's all right.
Liz: No, it isn't. I -- I shouldn't have said anything about Reginald. It was thoughtless of me. Forgive me.
Nicole: No --
Liz: It seems as if I'm always putting my foot in my mouth.
Nicole: I understand.
Liz: I didn't mean to be insensitive.
Nicole: Oh, no, I know. Please, I do the same thing myself.
Liz: You do? A lovely girl like you?
Nicole: Oh, please. This lovely girl has a motor mouth attached to her. I guess I got it growing up in a big family.
Liz: Oh, yes. Everybody fighting to get their two cents in at the dinner table, yelling.
Nicole: Exactly. You know.
Liz: Oh, yes. It went on in my house for years and years and years.
Nicole: I guess old habits just die hard.
Liz: Yes, they do. They do. Nicole, did you design that dress?
Nicole: Yes, I did. Do you like it?
Liz: Oh, I adore it.
Nicole: Oh, thank you.
Liz: Except for the neck. It could use more swoop. Turn around. Let me see the back.
Felicia: If you don't know who this is, I'm going to have your legs broken.
Mitch: Eleanor Roosevelt?
Felicia: Hi again.
Mitch: Dolly Parton?
Felicia: That's it. You're so smart.
Mitch: You're full of surprises.
Felicia: Well, you see, I'm -- I'm feeling inspired.
Mitch: I do that to you, don't I?
Felicia: Oh, yes. No, I just saw Cass and Nicole.
Mitch: I can see. You look like you're glowing. It must be contagious.
Felicia: Well, they're more in love than ever. They look so happy. And I'm in the mood.
Mitch: For me?
Felicia: For writing.
Mitch: Oh, that. Ok.
Felicia: Come on, I'm serious. I've got a great idea for a new book, and I haven't felt this excited about writing in a long time.
Mitch: What's the idea?
Felicia: No, I don't think I should tell you yet. You know, it could -- well, it could destroy my creative flow.
Mitch: And we wouldn't want that.
Felicia: No, we wouldn't. I'll tell you what. I'll go to my room and I'll put some ideas down on paper, and why don't you come there later and we can have a date.
Mitch: A date?
Felicia: A date. I'm in the mood for other things, as well.
Mitch: You better go start typing your little heart out.
Felicia: I think so. I'll see you in the suite.
Lisa: How do you like my choice of wine?
Jamie: I think your choice of wine was fabulous. What shall we drink to?
Lisa: Hmm. Let's drink to -- CIA!
Jamie: Felicia? Felicia. H
Vicky: Well, you are a little bit warm. No aspirin, huh?
Amanda: No. I don't think it's a good idea for the baby.
Vicky: Ok, ok, ok. How about some herbal tea?
Amanda: That sounds great, but I don't think we have any.
Vicky: Oh, well I'd get you some from my apartment, but it's still a wreck. I'll get you some water, and then I'll go to the store and get you some tea.
Amanda: You don't have to go through that.
Vicky: Believe me, Amanda, you're going to be doing so many favors for me in this next year, you'll be glad you took me up on this offer. Is there anything else I can get you?
Amanda: Yeah, one Sam Fowler.
Vicky: It really does bother you when he's not here, doesn't it?
Amanda: Well, maybe just a little bit because I don't feel well.
Vicky: I hope you still don't think he's with another woman because, girl, that is your hormones talking, not your brain, ok?
Amanda: Well, I don't really think he's with another woman.
Amanda: I just wish he was here.
Amanda: This is going to sound really stupid.
Amanda: I know he's only been gone for a couple hours --
Amanda: But I miss him.
Vicky: Oh, that's not stupid. That's sweet, actually. It's hard to be away from somebody you love.
Vicky: You're welcome. Now, you take it easy. You drink all of that, and I am going to go get you some tea, ok?
Amanda: Ok. Thanks.
Vicky: You're welcome. Now, you relax, and I'll be right back, ok?
Amanda: Please be Sam. Hello?
Mac: Hi, darling.
Amanda: Hi, daddy.
Mac: You sound a little disappointed.
Amanda: No. No, I was just wondering, have you seen Sam?
Mac: No. Why?
Amanda: Well, I thought maybe he would have stopped by "Brava."
Mac: Oh, I'm not at the magazine.
Mac: Anyway, I can't imagine Sam turning up at "Brava." Unless he's thinking about coming back to work.
Amanda: Well, I don't think --
Mac: I haven't been too thrilled with his replacement, you know. I'd be delighted to have Sam come back.
Amanda: Well, I can't speak for Sam, daddy, but I don't think he's even considering the possibility of coming back to work.
Mac: Amanda, are you all right?
Amanda: Yeah, fine.
Mac: You sound a little faint, weak.
Amanda: No, I'm just tired.
Mac: You know, there is a lot of flu going around. You better see a doc.
Amanda: I don't need to see a doctor.
Mac: Well, if you say so.
Amanda: I say so.
Mac: I just called up because I was thinking of you. I love you, darling.
Amanda: Thanks, daddy. I love you, too.
Mac: All right. Bye-bye, now.
Amanda: Sam, I could sure use one of your hugs.
Woman: You're still mad about Toby, aren't you?
Man: Yes, Kim, I am. I mean, I meet some guy that I don't know on the street, and it turns out the two of you used to be engaged. I mean, how am I supposed to feel, great?
Kim: Look, I didn't tell you about Toby because I was afraid that you wouldn't like it. Jeff.
Jeff: What I would have liked is the truth.
Kim: Look, I'm sorry. Do you forgive me? Jeff --
Jeff: Hey, buddy, take that second left.
Sam: Yeah, right. Thanks.
Lisa: I didn't think you'd be back so soon.
Felicia: I am so stupid. I don't know, for some reason, I thought you'd be gone by now. I'm sorry.
Jamie: Oh, my beeper. I thought I was off-duty. It's right here.
Felicia: Jamie, use the phone.
Lisa: I'm sorry, Felicia.
Felicia: No, I'm sorry. How did it go?
Lisa: I thought a change in locale might help.
Felicia: You see, I told you it would work.
Lisa: Yes, you were right.
Felicia: Good, good.
Jamie: Hey, Mac. Hi. What's up?
Mac: I hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Jamie: No, nothing at all.
Mac: It's Amanda.
Jamie: Amanda? What's wrong?
Mac: I just got off the phone with her, and though she denies anything's wrong --
Mac: She doesn't sound too good to me. You know, Jamie, there's a lot of flu going around now.
Jamie: Yes, I know that. Would you like me to drop in on her?
Mac: Well, I thought maybe you might want to make a short visit, you know, see how she looks to you. Maybe you'd want to do a quick checkup.
Mac: But don't mention that I made this phone call to you. I don't want her to know that I'm worrying about her.
Jamie: Well, even though you are, right?
Jamie: No problem, Mac. I'll drop by right now, ok? Bye-bye.
Lisa: Something wrong?
Jamie: Yeah, apparently Mac wants me to drop by and see Amanda.
Felicia: Right now? Honey, look, don't worry about me. I'm only going to be in here a second to grab a couple things. You got a whole wonderful lunch planned.
Jamie: Well, apparently Amanda's not feeling very good.
Lisa: I hope it's not something serious.
Jamie: Well, I don't think so, but --
Lisa: It's ok. It's ok. You go ahead, and we'll catch up later.
Jamie: Thanks for the break.
Lisa: You're welcome. Bye.
Jamie: Bye. Bye -- um -- Felicia. See you later.
Lisa: Care for lunch?
Felicia: Oh, sweetie. I'm sorry. Yeah, sure. Why not? I'm sorry it got cut so short.
Lisa: It's ok. The afternoon wasn't a total loss.
Felicia: Yeah, I gather that. So? Well, I'm waiting.
Lisa: For what?
Felicia: Details. Come on, this is my suite. The least you could do is tell me what happened.
Felicia: Come on, don't be such an old lady. I don't want to know everything, just the good parts. In fact, let's drink to the good parts. Not the good part, but the good parts.
Ada: Is Amanda all right?
Mac: I hope so. Jamie's going to check up on her.
Ada: Good. What about Rachel?
Mac: Oh, that. No, never mind.
Ada: Mac, this isn't your usual luncheon spot. Now, what about Rachel?
Mac: It's really not a problem. Well, ok. You know, what with Amanda's baby, all this to do about Frame Construction, problems we've been having with Matthew -- she just has a lot on her mind.
Ada: So? That's what you're there for.
Mac: Yeah, but I'm not there as much as she'd like. I've been very busy. She's got nobody to talk to, Ada.
Ada: Loretta's there.
Mac: Well, Loretta and Rachel get along fine together, but Loretta is not the most down-to-earth person in the world, you know. I can't see Rachel confiding in Loretta.
Ada: Well, Rachel's a strong woman. She'll work it out.
Mac: You're absolutely right. So, how is business?
Ada: Good. I'll get you a salad. Give Rachel a kiss for me.
Mac: Mm-hmm. Yes, of course, you could do that yourself, you know.
Michael: That's pretty much the whole story, Mary. Donna is convinced that she's responsible.
Mary: Do you think she is?
Michael: No, of course not. That's crazy.
Mary: Not to Donna.
Michael: I know that. Mary, that's why I need you, in your professional capacity as well as a friend, to talk to her.
Mary: What about you?
Michael: What about me?
Mary: I think you should be part of this.
Michael: But it's not my problem.
Mary: Michael, it was your baby, and the relationship you're worried about is between Donna and you.
Michael: Ok, fine. Look, I'm willing to do anything to help. I just don't know whether Donna will find me being there a problem or not.
Donna: What kind of problem, Michael?
Michael: Donna. Donna, what are you doing out of bed? What are you doing here?
Donna: I -- I came to tell you that I made a final decision.
Michael: Decision about what?
Donna: I am definitely not going to the reading of my father's will tonight.
Liz: Well, you know, I'm a little older than you are. When a woman gets to be my age, she has to dress accordingly.
Nicole: Oh, well she can still have style.
Liz: I couldn't agree with you more, but, you know, the things that are trendy today, they look so trashy. That outfit of yours -- it has flair and taste.
Nicole: Actually, you know, some of my designs are a little wild.
Nicole: Yeah. I'd love for you to come to the salon and look at my collection.
Liz: Oh, I'd love that. But on one condition -- you come to my place afterwards for tea.
Nicole: Well, I'd really like that.
Liz: Oh, great.
Nicole: Thank you.
Cass: Well, well, well.
Cass: Hi. Mac isn't around.
Liz: I told you he was out.
Cass: Yes, you did. I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long.
Nicole: Oh, no problem. Liz and I had a great time talking, didn't we?
Cass: You did?
Nicole: Yes. In fact, she invited me to her place for tea sometime, after she looks at my collection.
Cass: Tea. Well, isn't that lovely?
Liz: Excuse me. Liz Matthews here. Yes, Jill. Yes, I did. Oh. All right, I'll be right down. Thanks. You'll have to excuse me. I'm needed in advertising for a moment.
Cass: Well, I'm sure the place comes to a grinding halt without you, Liz.
Liz: Cass --
Cass: Yes, Liz?
Liz: Thank you. Nicole, I'll be in touch.
Nicole: Oh, good. I can't wait.
Nicole: Bye, now.
Cass: Did the invasion of the body snatchers occur while I was gone? She walked like Liz, she talked like Liz, but that creature was nice.
Nicole: She is nice, Cass. She's very nice. She's just a little outspoken, that's all.
Cass: Maybe it's not such a bad idea that the two of you get closer.
Nicole: Is that all you ever think about, money?
Man: Excuse me. Nicole Love?
Man: You and Cass Winthrop are invited to a dinner tonight at your father's.
Nicole: My father's?
Cass: That's a pretty poor joke. Would you excuse us?
Man: I'm quite serious, Mr. Winthrop. There will be a reading of Reginald Love's will tonight after the meal. I can't tell you any more now, but I can tell you that you are, both of you, beneficiaries. See you tonight.
Nicole: The will. I'd forgotten all about it.
Cass: And what am I doing in it?
Nicole: This is creepy.
Cass: Do you want to go?
Nicole: I don't know. I have a strange feeling like something's going to happen.
Cass: There's one way to find out.
Michael: Mary --
Mary: If you'll excuse me.
Michael: Thanks, honey. Donna, now, come on, sit down. I really think that you should go tonight, honey. It'll help you put an end to all this.
Donna: Michael, I don't want to have anything else to do with my father.
Michael: Come on, you can't run away from your father's legacy, whatever it is.
Donna: I'm not running away.
Michael: Yes, you are. Come on, Donna, just stay and fight.
Donna: Look, my being there tonight is not going to make a difference. It's not suddenly going to make everything all right.
Michael: Well, avoiding the issue is not going to suddenly make everything all right, either. Come on, honey. All you have to do is just face your feelings.
Donna: Michael, I'm -- I'm sure you're right. But my feelings for my father are so confused right now. I think being there is only going to add to that confusion.
Michael: Donna, I --
Donna: No, look -- would you please just let me deal with this in my own way? I am not going tonight. I -- I have to get out of here. I have another appointment.
Michael: Well, let me walk you out, all right?
Cheryl: Oh, Scott.
Cheryl: Have you been thinking about the invitation, or --
Cheryl: I actually got a letter today myself.
Scott: Did you?
Cheryl: I heard from Chad.
Scott: How's he doing?
Cheryl: He's going to stay in Europe for a while. He needs some time to think things over.
Scott: Did it sound like he was doing all right?
Cheryl: He sounded like he was really hurting, like the way you're hurting.
Scott: Let's not get into that conversation right now.
Cheryl: You haven't said a word about Dawn since you've been back.
Scott: Because there's nothing left to say, Cheryl.
Cheryl: There's a lot to say. Don't shut us out. I'm hurting, too.
Scott: I know. I just can't bring myself to talk about her right now. Believe me, I want to. I want to tell everybody about how great she was right until the end, but I can't do it. I want to start seeing my friends. I want to start doing all the things that she would want me to do, but I can't. I'm just too angry, I'm too frustrated with everything. I just need time to myself. Look, I got to go get ready for dinner. Ok? I'm going upstairs.
Cheryl: I can go with you.
Scott: No, no. Not now.
Jamie: Guess what, sis.
Jamie: You have a mild case of the flu.
Amanda: Well, I'm glad that you just happened by to come in and tell me that.
Jamie: Me, too.
Amanda: Daddy told you to come over here, and I know it.
Jamie: Now, what makes you think that?
Amanda: Because I talked to him today, and he sounded worried about me.
Amanda: So then you show up 10 minutes later. This is a Mac Cory to the rescue if I ever saw one. So tell me the truth.
Jamie: I plead the fifth.
Amanda: It's so sweet of him to do that.
Amanda: Unnecessary, but it's sweet.
Jamie: Well, what is necessary is for you to get plenty of rest and drink lots of fluids, and that probably should keep this flu from getting worse. But if you're not better, give me a call --
Amanda: Call in the morning.
Jamie: Good girl. So, tell me, how's Sam?
Amanda: Fine. He's great.
Jamie: No flu?
Amanda: No, not Sam.
Jamie: Hmm. Ok. Have you heard from Matthew at all?
Amanda: You know, I call him all the time, and he never returns my phone calls.
Jamie: That's kind of odd, isn't it?
Amanda: Well, his whole trip home was odd.
Jamie: Mm-hmm. It was almost like he was hiding something.
Amanda: You know, I'm a little worried about him. But then again, that seems to be the specialty in our family lately is worrying.
Jamie: What? Not me.
Amanda: You were over here in 10 minutes, Jamie.
Jamie: Try and get some rest, ok?
[Knock on door]
Amanda: Come in.
Vicky: Well, I didn't know quite what to get, so I got some peppermint, and some -- oh, hi, Jamie.
Amanda: Big brother stopped by just to check up on me.
Amanda: Isn't he terrific?
Vicky: Oh, he's terrific.
Felicia: Well, this is probably the quickest outline I've ever typed.
Lisa: You sure seem excited about this book.
Felicia: I am. I really am. It's a very passionate story, and when I think the inspiration for it was right here all along --
Lisa: I'd love to read it.
Felicia: You will, you will. Just let me make sure I've included everything, all right?
Felicia: Lisa? What is it, honey?
Lisa: Oh, I'm sorry --
Felicia: No, no. Don't worry about that. Something's wrong. Tell me. Come on, sit down. Sit down. What is it?
Lisa: I saw them again.
Lisa: Jamie and Vicky. They were together.
Felicia: Honey, honey, sometimes your premonitions -- they don't always come true, do they?
Lisa: No, not always.
Felicia: And not completely, right?
Lisa: Whenever I get a sense of Jamie and Vicky being together, I go find Jamie and he's with her.
Felicia: Honey, that could be just coincidence.
Lisa: No, maybe once, but not all the time.
Felicia: Now, look, you know for a fact that he's with Amanda right now.
Lisa: Vicky lives right next door.
Felicia: All right, then. All right. Let's say that he is with Vicky right now. It doesn't mean that anything has happened. It's probably very innocent.
Lisa: There's nothing innocent when it comes to Vicky. You should have seen her the last time with those wide eyes and that smile when I walked in on them --
Felicia: Ok, ok, ok. Now, that's really the problem. You're jealous of Vicky, and it's making you crazy, and it's not based on anything.
Lisa: Felicia, based on anything? Vicky's been doing so --
Felicia: Vicky cannot break you up, not if you love each other. But if you keep carrying on about her, you're going to make Jamie crazy, I'm telling you.
Lisa: I know. I know. That's why I arranged this whole afternoon, so that it would take the emphasis off of Vicky and put it back on us. But whenever I see them together, I know -- I know that something is going to happen.
Felicia: Lisa, now, you know that I believe in your psychic abilities. But you have to admit that sometimes you have problems with your own feelings, especially feelings about love.
Lisa: This is different. This is very clear.
Felicia: Honey, honey, imagination can do that. Now, am I not the authority on romance? I am. Right?
Lisa: Yes, you are.
Felicia: Now, I want you to listen to me. I want you to forget everything you saw. I want you to pick up right where you left off with Jamie this afternoon, and I guarantee you will have the most wonderful evening of your life.
Lisa: Ok. Ok, I will. I will.
Vicky: Well, doc, is Amanda Cory going to make it through another day?
Jamie: If she gets enough rest and drinks plenty of that peppermint tea, she should be just fine.
Jamie: I don't believe this thing. I ask you, whoever invented beepers? They should be shot. Would you excuse me, please?
Vicky: You know, Amanda, I have a wonderful blanket and pillow that feel just heavenly when you don't feel well. Want me to go get them for you?
Amanda: Thanks, but no. I'll go get them. I don't feel that bad. And besides, I want to use your phone, if it's ok, to try to locate Sam.
Vicky: Well, sure. Oh, the blanket and the pillow are in a huge box in there, ok?
Amanda: All right, thanks. I'll be right back.
Vicky: Take your time.
Jamie: Ok, thanks. Bye-bye.
Vicky: Big problem?
Jamie: No. Brilliant surgeon that I am, the nurse couldn't read my handwriting. So, where's Amanda?
Vicky: Oh, she went next door to my apartment to pick up a few things.
Vicky: Jamie, is she going to be all right?
Jamie: Well, it's just a mild case of the flu.
Jamie: You really worried about her?
Vicky: Well, yeah. She's got a little baby inside her, you know. I don't want her to have any problems.
Jamie: Like Donna?
Vicky: Yeah, like Donna.
Jamie: It's nice to know she has a friend who really cares about her.
Vicky: She's great. All the Corys are great.
Jamie: Yeah. So, what are you doing tonight?
Vicky: Oh, I'm going to Reginald Love's. He's throwing a dinner party because it's the reading of the will tonight.
Jamie: What fun that should be. Is everybody in your family going to be there?
Vicky: Actually, I don't know who's going to be there. They couldn't get in touch with Peter because he's out of the country or something, and Marley refused to come in and refused to have anything to do with my grandfather's will. It's just like her.
Jamie: Well, how do you feel?
Vicky: I'm curious. But I do know that there aren't going to be any members of the Reginald fan club that appear.
Jamie: I suppose not. It's funny, I always thought the purpose of a will was to leave your possessions to your loved ones.
Vicky: Right. If that was the case, there wouldn't be anybody in Reginald's will. No, actually, I think he had something much different planned when he put this evening together.
Jamie: Oh, yeah? Like what?
Vicky: Something strange, I'm sure. But either way, I can handle it.
Jamie: The lady sounds tough.
Vicky: Oh, yes. Well, it's simple, actually. I just don't care.
Jamie: If you did, that would be ok. I mean, he was your grandfather.
Vicky: Yeah, grandfather. You know, Jamie, there was a time when I really thought he loved me. And then I realized that he just used me to hurt my parents.
Jamie: Well, maybe it was a little bit of both.
Vicky: Well, it doesn't matter now.
Jamie: Sure, it matters. We're talking about your feelings. They always matter.
Vicky: You know, I think you're the only person that would say that to me.
Jamie: Hey, what are friends for, anyway?
Vicky: Guess so. Thanks, Jamie.
Man: Yo, Sammy. How goes it?
Sam: The name's Sam, and it's fine. Business is fine.
Man: Well, what are you doing in here?
Sam: Well, your back door handle keeps falling off.
Man: Yeah. And the owners call this the elite fleet.
Sam: Yeah, right.
Man: Listen, that happens a lot. I'm used to it. It's going to take a while. Why don't you take a break and go back and visit the wife.
Sam: No, that's ok, I'll wait.
Man: Hey, newlyweds shouldn't spend that much time apart. I know what I'm talking about. Wives need attention.
Sam: What, you're married?
Man: I was. Had a little problem.
Sam: Yeah, what happened?
Man: Gambling. Yeah, I used to love to bet on the horses. Jenny -- that was my wife -- she finally couldn't take it no more. She swore up and down a blue streak more times than I could count. I always promised to quit, and then I'd go back. Finally, one day she followed me to the track.
Sam: So you lost big, huh?
Man: No, I won. 5,000.
Sam: I don't get it. What --
Man: Yeah, well, she just got sick of all the lying. Listen, let me take a look at that handle. Watch the phone for me, will you, Sam?
Sam: Yeah, sure.
Mitch's voice: I think you should be having this conversation with Amanda.
Felicia: Tell Jamie that I'll have the best table at Tops reserved.
Lisa: Ok, ok, ok.
Felicia: Tell him you love him.
Lisa: Would you get out of here?
Vicky: Hello? Hello?
Lisa: No way. Not again.
Felicia: Lisa, what is it?
Lisa: I have to go.
Felicia: Lisa --
Mac: Any other messages for me while I was out, Liz?
Liz: Nothing urgent. Cass Winthrop dropped by, what he said was a social call.
Mac: I wonder what that's about. Well, I guess I'll find out soon enough.
Liz: No doubt.
Mac: Rachel won't be out of her conference for an hour yet. I'm going to take off now so I can stop by and see how Amanda's feeling.
Liz: Give her my love.
Mac: I'll do that. Have a nice evening, Liz.
Liz: Sure. I'll toss a wild salad. I'll watch a little TV. It'll be fun.
Scott: I just wanted to apologize for earlier, all right?
Cheryl: Hey, there's nothing to apologize for.
Scott: No, I had no business saying those kind of things. I shouldn't lay that kind of stuff on you, all right?
Cheryl: I just think it's real important for us -- for you to talk about how you're feeling. We all have to do that.
Scott: Maybe you're right.
Cheryl: What do you mean, maybe? Of course I'm right.
Scott: You're always right.
Mary: Are you ok?
Scott: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm ready to go.
Mary: All right. Whose car are we taking?
Scott: My car.
Mary: Why did I even bother asking?
Scott: Why did you even bother asking?
Michael: Look, I broached the subject to Donna, and it is possible she'll want to set up an appointment to see you, but I got to talk with her a little more.
Michael: Good luck tonight.
Mary: You guys aren't going?
Michael: Well --
Michael: Oh. Sweetheart, what are you --
Donna: Michael, I -- I came back to tell you that I've changed my mind. I've decided to go tonight. See, I realized even if I stayed away, all I would be doing is thinking about what's going on over there. And I also know you're right. I have to stop running away.
Michael: I want you to know that I'm going to be there with you, right beside you.
Vince: I guess it's showtime.
Michael: We're going to go. We'll see you all there tonight, ok?
Mary: Bye. I have to get dressed.
Scott: I'll go with you. I got my coat upstairs. Be right back.
Cheryl: So --
Vince: So, I hope tonight's not too hard on your mom.
Cheryl: Yeah, or Scott.
Ada: Donna looks like she's having a tough time, too.
Vince: Reggie may be gone, but he sure can cause a lot of hell to the people who really knew him best.
Cheryl: You're right.
Mitch: No. Hope you're not disappointed.
Felicia: No, don't be silly. It's just that she ran out earlier, and I thought maybe she might be coming back.
Mitch: Is everything ok?
Felicia: Yes. Yes, I hope so. Hi.
Mitch: Aren't you in good spirits.
Felicia: I finished my work.
Mitch: On the book?
Mitch: Have your fingers been typing fast.
Felicia: I told you, it's just an outline, that's all.
Mitch: You ready to let me see it?
Felicia: No. No, I don't think so. Listen, why don't we get comfortable, huh?
Mitch: I'm comfortable.
Felicia: Well, I'm not. I'll be right back.
Vicky: You see, there's the clasp, but I think it's broken and --
Jamie: Listen, you're talking about the hands of a famous surgeon here.
Jamie: You don't doubt my ability to fix this, do you?
Vicky: Well, of course I do.
Jamie: Hey, wait a minute. Here you go.
Vicky: Oh, no. I -- no, there's still --
Jamie: Lisa. Hi.
Vicky: Hi, Lisa.
Lisa: Where's Amanda?
Jamie: She's next door making a phone call.
Lisa: It's very convenient that you live next door.
Vicky: Oh, yeah. It's great. Amanda and I are good friends.
Lisa: Of course. You were in the wedding party.
Vicky: I think I'd better get going.
Jamie: Yeah, maybe you better.
Vicky: Bye, Lisa.
Jamie: What's your problem?
Lisa: My problem? When are you going to see that this is our problem, mine and yours?
Jamie: What are you saying?
Lisa: Why don't you see what's happening? Do you enjoy all the attention?
Jamie: Lisa, for the last time, I am not interested in Vicky. There will never be a relationship between me and Vicky because I will not allow it. Can you understand that?
Lisa: I understand what you're saying.
Jamie: But you don't believe it.
Lisa: I had another premonition a little while ago, Jamie. It was very clear, and you two were very close.
Jamie: These are not premonitions, Lisa. These are jealous imaginations.
Lisa: She is trying to come between us.
Jamie: Only if you allow it.
Jamie: It does no good to reassure you how much you mean to me, does it, Lisa? Because you want more. What? What do you want, Lisa? Do you want me to walk out of the room every time Vicky enters one? What about every other woman I know? Will you have visions about them, too?
Lisa: Why don't you see what she's doing?
Jamie: I see what you're doing, Lisa, and I don't like it. I'm going to the hospital.
Lisa: Jamie, we have got to talk about this. I'll wait up for you.
Jamie: I'm not coming home tonight.
Lisa: What do you mean?
Jamie: It doesn't do any good to reassure you, Lisa. We just end up yelling at each other, and it's no good for our relationship or us! I need some time alone, and I think you do, too, and I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?
Felicia: Well, I'm back. Mitch?
Mitch: What is this about?
Sam: Yeah, I'm on duty.
Mac: Boy, am I glad I found you. My car had trouble. Sam?
Cass: Thank you, I think. Man, talk about something out of Agatha Christie.
Nicole: I just hope no one else ends up dead.
Cass: Yeah. Why don't you drink first.
Nicole: I don't know if we should do this. Oh, Donna.
Donna: Nicole. I was really hoping you'd be here.
Nicole: Oh, this is so strange. Why do you think father would do something like this?
Donna: I don't know.
Nicole: It just doesn't make sense. It's really creepy. We were sitting here -- Jason. Why are you here?
Jason: Same reason everybody else is. I'm an invited guest, Nicole.
Nicole: No, father wouldn't have invited him. This is really sick, Donna.
Donna: I know.
Nicole: I don't understand this at all.
Vicky: Hi, Scott, Mary.
Mary: Hi, sweetie.
Vicky: Jason. This is a surprise.
Man: I think you'll find this to be a night of surprises, Ms. Hudson, for tonight is the night that Reginald Love, being of sound mind and body, asked that his last will and testament be read. Tonight we shall hear of the last of his wishes. They will be revealed.
Carlotta: Well, you're still my godchild, even though Dorian turned out to be your real mother.
Antonio: What did you just say?
Adriana: Oh, you didn't know? Dorian Lord's my real mom.
Antonio: Who told you that?
Adriana: She did. I guess everybody knew, but she just told me a month ago.
Antonio: Oh. You knew and you never told me?
David: You look a little overdressed for a plane ride. Why don't you let me assist you in that department?
Dorian: David, what are you talking about?
David: I'm talking about our honeymoon.
Dorian: We didn't get married, remember?
David: But we decided to go on a honeymoon anyway, remember?
Dorian: I thought "honeymoon" was just an expression.
David: You were pretty expressive last night. Besides, a honeymoon is more than sex. It's cocktails après sex.
Dorian: Oh, wait -- I have to get to my meeting with Dr. Long at the hospital.
David: You want to give up a tropical paradise so you can talk about some job? Why do you want that, anyway? You got everything you want.
Dorian: Yes. So does Viki. Only you don't see her wiling away her hours doing absolutely nothing.
David: Oh, so that's what this is all about.
Dorian: No, it has nothing to do with Viki. Except I can tell you -- she's not the only one in this town who can make a difference.
Viki: Hi, baby.
Riley: What -- what's the problem?
Jen: As if college isn't hard enough. Now I always have to see my mother-in-law? She's probably going to come over here and give me another lecture.
Riley: Just stick your head in your book and maybe she won't notice.
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