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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/31/04

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Vince: Hmm, hmm, hmm --

Mary: I'm sorry.

Vince: Good morning.

Mary: Good morning. Do you know what's so terrific? Is --

[Mary and Vince chuckle]

Vince: What?

Mary: What's terrific is that this all seems so natural, so sort of just "oh, yeah, this is how it should be."

Vince: Do I get to say "I told you so"?

Mary: Nobody likes a person who gloats. Do you know that you're also extremely sexy when you're sleeping.

Vince: Naturally.

Mary: You know why?

Vince: Why?

Mary: I think I figured it out, you know, because I'm a professional and all. I think it's because usually you're so very high energy, you know, sort of often to be found ranting and raving about something.

Vince: Thank you. That's very nice.

Mary: Don't get upset, you'll get tense, you'll spoil it all. Just stay relaxed.

Vince: I get the idea. I like this.

Mary: Oh, good, mm-hmm.

[Phone rings]

Mary: Hmm.

Vince: I'm so in love --


Vince: I'm hearing bells.

Mary: I don't believe this.

Vince: Don't worry. I'll get rid of whoever it is.

Mary: Good, then I'll find out after.

Vince: Yeah!

[Vince chuckles]

Vince: Oh, just a second.

Mary: I thought you were going to get rid of them.

Vince: It's the hospital. They want you to go to work.

Mary: Oh.

Sam: Watch it, ok?

Amanda: Sorry.

Sam: It's ok. It's ok. I'm sorry I snapped, all right?

Amanda: I'm sorry. I thought that I would have all this stuff done before you woke up.

Sam: Yeah -- a woman's supposed to work while men sleep.

Amanda: You worked all night. I thought for sure that you would sleep in and I could have everything done, everything nice.

Sam: Look, I'm ok. I just wanted to get some work done, all right?

Amanda: I don't know how you can even see straight, let alone paint with only three hours' sleep.

Sam: Well, I tell you, let me get this finished and I'll give you a hand in a minute, all right?

Amanda: Ok. Thanks. You know, I am a little bit behind, and with all the people coming tonight --

Sam: Huh?

Amanda: I told you -- about the party?

Sam: Yeah, right.

Amanda: Oh, you know what? I didn't even call Jamie. Would it bother you if I called him right now?

Sam: No. My concentration is absolute.

[Phone rings]

Jamie's voice: Hi. This is Lisa and Jamie's number. We're not here to take your call. But at the sound of the tone, please leave your name and a brief message. Thank you.

[Answering machine beeps]

Amanda: I hate these things. It's Amanda. I'm just calling to invite you to dinner tonight. Sam and I are going to throw a little party. It's going to start around 7:00. Please come. I hope I'm doing the right thing.

[Door opens and closes]

Michael: Donna? Donna?

Matthew: Yeah, I'm telling you, man, Kevin, you've got to hang in there. You know, I've been working on it, and I got a few ideas. Yeah, yeah. Well, I'll tell you them when I have them all together. Yeah. Well, no, come on, man. Don't get on my case like this. It hasn't been exactly a little beach party for me, you know? Yeah, school -- yeah, school's been -- it's all right, it's all right, it's all right. My folks? They don't understand.

Mac: I don't know what Johnson's got --

Matthew: I got to go. Bye.

Rachel: Is there anything we can do?

Mac: If there were, I'd tell you, darling.

Rachel: I don't like to see you pushing yourself like this.

Mac: Either I push myself or somebody else runs Cory Publishing. Then I'd get plenty of rest, wouldn't I?

Rachel: Were you just on the phone just now, Matthew?

Matthew: Yeah, just for a minute.

Rachel: I told you we need that line free.

Matthew: It's got call waiting, Mom.

Rachel: I don't want to argue with you. Do you know what your father's going through right now?

Mac: Darling, you're letting this thing get to you as much as I am.

Rachel: I can't help it. You are able to do something. I just have to sit around and wait.

Mac: I know.

Rachel: I'm sorry, Matthew. Just use the line upstairs in your room, ok?

Matthew: Right, right. How's it going, Dad?

Mac: Well, really, not so great. Now there's a rumor some of our people may be leaving us.

Matthew: That doesn't make any sense.

Mac: That's what I hope to explain to them this afternoon.

[Phone rings]

Mac: Excuse me. Mackenzie Cory. When did that happen?

Matthew: Mom, I was wondering if I could ask --

Rachel: Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Matthew: Well, it wasn't important --

Mac: I don't understand.

Rachel: Hush..

Matthew: I'll see you all later.

Mac: Yes? Tell them -- just tell them to wait till I get there.

Rachel: What? What is it? What's happened?

Mac: Shh.

Vicky: Good morning!

Michael: Hi.

Vicky: Hi. Isn't it a little late for you to be in a room?

Michael: I wasn't going to go into work today.

Vicky: Well, good. You work too hard anyway. Where's Mom?

Michael: Your Mom's not here.

Vicky: That's a switch -- you lounging around and Mom out before 10:00.

Michael: Is there something I can do for you?

Vicky: Actually, Bridget made some scones, so I came by to pick them up. You know, I might hire her away from you for a while. I can afford a maid now.

Michael: Well, am I supposed to find that funny?

Vicky: Well, yeah, you were supposed to.

Michael: I'm -- I'm sorry, Victoria. I think I got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

Vicky: Yeah, I could tell. Is something wrong?

Michael: Wrong? No. Nothing -- nothing's wrong.

Vicky: Well, good. You know, I was really hoping that Mom would be here. I wanted to ask her advice on some decorating stuff.

Michael: Yeah, I bet you did, yeah.

Vicky: Yeah, I told her this guy and I were going to do it, but actually I thought it might give her something to do --

Michael: This guy -- Victoria, come on now. Just be straight with me, all right? I know who this guy is.

Vicky: Excuse me?

Michael: Your mother told me about your plans for Jamie.

Vicky: Well, why didn't she just bring out a bull horn?

Michael: Victoria, wait a minute. Now, leaving aside the implications of what this might mean to Lisa, did it ever occur to you what this news might do to your mother? It might upset her.

Vicky: I didn't want to tell her.

Michael: But you did tell her, honey. You told her, and she's got enough on her mind without finding out this kind of news.

Vicky: Now, why is it that my whole family just jumps at me with both feet just because I happen to like someone?

Michael: You happen to like someone who has a relationship with someone else.

Vicky: Not anymore.

Michael: And just how much did you have to do with that, Victoria?

Vicky: You know, Dad, it was great stopping by. I'll have to do this more often.

Michael: Hey, look, I'm sorry --

Vicky: No, I'll just take care of what I came here for and --

Michael: Victoria --

Vicky: And I won't bother Mom anymore.

Michael: Vic--

[Michael sighs]

Vince: New patient, huh?

Mary: Yes, and Alan's off today, and I have to go in anyway because I have an 11:00 patient.

Vince: Hey, hey, it's ok with me. Anyway, I mean, a 13-hour honeymoon -- well, that's fine with me.

Mary: I am a highly trained professional. I am capable of recognizing when someone is trying to make me feel guilty.

Vince: Oh, hey, no, no, no. Now, you go to work. You go to your career. I'll get along somehow.

Mary: Vince -- Vince, it's a new job. I don't know how to tell them I'm not coming in today because I want to see if my husband is ticklish.

Vince: I like to hear that when you say "husband," you know?

Mary: Husband, husband, husband, husband, husband, husband.

Vince: Do you think anybody would notice if I just came along with you, huh?

Mary: Oh, I think that would be real good for the therapy sessions. "No, don't mind him. He's just my husband."

Vince: Yeah. Before you go --

Mary: What?

Vince: There's something I have to tell you.

Mary: What?

Vince: You are the only bride I ever saw that was a prettier bride than you were.

Mary: Oh. You really mean that?

Vince: I wish I could show you how much I mean.

Mary: Hold that thought until tonight. Oh, that's the wonderful thing about marriage. There's always tonight.

Vince: Yeah, but there's a sox game on tonight.

Mary: What?

Vince: I mean, you're nice, you're nice, but this is the year.

Mary: Divorce! I want a divorce!

Vince: Yeah, yeah.

Vince: Hmm, yeah, yeah.

Mary: What?

Vince: If you're going to go, it better be soon.

Mary: You just keep thinking that way until tonight.

Vince: Hey -- I can't think of anything else.

Sam: So who's coming besides Jamie?

Amanda: Let's see. There's going to be Vicky, Scott, and Julie Ann. That is if my father lets her off at a decent hour.

Sam: Amanda, that's six people.

Amanda: Right.

Sam: Can you handle this?

Amanda: No problem! Just go back to painting. Maybe you should go back to bed. You look really tired.

Sam: No, I'm ok.

Amanda: Ok.

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: You know, if I had Vicky's table, we could put that here, and then everybody could have a sit-down dinner. Sorry. Sorry.

Sam: So what did you mean by doing the right thing by Jamie?

Amanda: Somebody has to tell him about Adam.

Sam: Yeah, and it's not going to be you.

Amanda: Adam is moving in on Lisa, and Jamie has no idea.

Sam: You might not have all the facts straight, Amanda.

Amanda: What am I supposed to do, sit at home and be quiet?

Sam: This isn't like you.

Amanda: What isn't?

Sam: Well, look at you. You're so full of this righteous indignation.

Amanda: I love my brother.

Sam: I know you love Jamie. That's why you shouldn't tell him. Look, Amanda, you tell Jamie something about Lisa, it just might come between you and him.

Amanda: Even if it's the truth?

Sam: Look, no guy likes to be told he's being played for a sucker. It's embarrassing. Besides, come on, do you really think that Lisa would do that to Jamie?

Amanda: You know what they say -- got to watch out for those quiet types.

Sam: Oh, I get it. Ok, I see what you're doing. You're this knowledgeable married woman, you've got a baby on the way, and you know everything there is possibly to know about these young, single types. Is that it?

Amanda: You know --

Sam: What?

Amanda: How would you like to see a new revolutionary technique that I saw?

Sam: No, no, no, no, no, no. You can do whatever you want to me, but don't touch my creation!

Vicky: Scott, I finally found you.

Scott: Vicky. I can't believe you came all the way over here to find me.

Vicky: Yeah. I wanted to give you a message.

Scott: Oh, messenger service.

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Scott: What's the matter? Has little Vicky spent her inheritance already?

Vicky: That's funny. Scott, you're very funny today.

Scott: What's up?

Vicky: Well, Sam and Amanda are having a party for Jamie tonight because Lisa's out of town, and I'd like you to come.

Scott: That sounds good, but I don't think I'm going to be able to make it.

Vicky: Scott, I know things are hard without Dawn, but I think she'd like you to start going out.

Scott: Vicky, Vicky, Vicky, it's not that. It's work.

Vicky: Work, huh?

Scott: Yes.

Vicky: This work? Law work? Ugh. I -- I don't know how you can stand to make it a career.

Scott: Well, like they say, it's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.

Vicky: Yeah, well, not me. All those details, reading material --

Scott: Hey, come on, Vicky, I happen to find this stuff very, very interesting.

Vicky: Oh.

Scott: Yeah.

Vicky: You know, I keep getting these things in the mail to sign from my accountant in New York. I just throw it all in a drawer.

Scott: You can't do that.

Vicky: I don't care. As long as my checking account has enough money in it, fine.

Scott: Listen, you --

Vicky: And they keep replenishing it.

Scott: You have to have somebody help you take care of that money, or you're going to end up in serious trouble with the tax man.

Vicky: Tax man?

Scott: Mm-hmm, yes. And you also have some shares in Love Enterprises that you're going to want to figure out what you want to do with.

Vicky: That's so boring. But, hey, if you're so gung-ho on it, why don't you handle my money for me?

Scott: Would you want me to do that?

Vicky: You know, the only lawyers I've worked with before were when I was in trouble, and I'm not in trouble now, so it looks like you're the right man.

Scott: I'll give it a try. Now, you bring this drawer full of stuff of yours over, and I'll have a look at it, ok?

Vicky: No, I have a better idea.

Scott: Hmm?

Vicky: I'll give it to you at Sam and Amanda's tonight.

Scott: No, no, Vicky, I told you, I'm going to be very --

Vicky: I know what you told me. But as your major client, I'm advising you to get your nose out of these books and come over tonight. What do you say?

Scott: What can I say, Vicky?

Vicky: Well, all right. All right. I'll see you there, ok?

Scott: Yeah, ok, I'll see you there.

Donna: Michael!

Michael: Hi.

Donna: You're here..

Michael: I live here.

Donna: I -- I know. I just expected you to be at work.

Michael: Well, actually, I wasn't going to go in at all today, but now I am. I'll be a little late.

Donna: Oh, oh, well, don't let me keep you.

Michael: Donna, my business is a well-oiled machine. It runs itself without my help.

Donna: Right.

Michael: Where you been?

Donna: Me?

Michael: You're the only one here.

Donna: Uh -- well, I -- I went to take care of some legal things.

Michael: Legal? Like with a lawyer legal?

Donna: Well, I wouldn't go to see a plumber to take care of legal things, now, would I?

Michael: No, I guess not.

Donna: You know, I just remembered I have a list here of things I need to do for Nicole this afternoon, and I can't remember where I put it.

Michael: Why don't you try looking on the night-stand?

Donna: Oh -- no, no, there it is. It's right here. Ok, well, good. I'll see you later. Listen, you have a good day.

Michael: Donna?

Donna: What?

Michael: You -- that's all you're going to say to me -- "have a good day"?

Donna: I'm sorry. Did you want to talk to me about something?

Michael: Well, I just haven't seen much of you since we got back from Vince and Mary's wedding.

Donna: Yeah, I know.

Michael: I -- I felt a lot at that wedding. It started me thinking.

Donna: Me, too.

Michael: Do you think maybe we could have lunch and talk?

Donna: Oh, Michael, I would love to have lunch, but --

Michael: Oh, ok, ok, I know, I know. You got a lot of errands to run for Nicole.

Donna: I do. No, I do.

Michael: Right.

Donna: I really do.

Michael: Ok, fine.

Donna: No, but, you know, you're right. We should talk.

Michael: Fine. When?

Donna: Tonight. 8:00.

Michael: 8:00? 8:00 is just great.

Donna: Good, good. We do. We -- we definitely need to talk. It's important. Yeah.

Michael: "Important."

Vince: So, you going to wait for Donna, or you want to eat alone?

Michael: Alone.

Vince: Oh, you know, yesterday at the service, you two -- you didn't seem like you were divorced.

Michael: Appearances can be deceiving, can't they?

Vince: Ah -- you know, Mary probably would hate me for saying this, but sometimes I don't understand women. Now, we'll take Mary. Now, she's bright. She's beautiful, right?

Michael: Yeah.

Vince: Ok. Now, we used to be married, right? And we had kids, and everything was fine, and then there was the trauma, and she went to South America and lost her memory and everything. She came back, and I wanted, you know, to get back together. She said, "no, I have to be sure. I don't remember." Then she started to remember, and we got together, and I said, "all right, let's get remarried.. Come on." She said, "no, I really want to be sure." Well, I went crazy, right? So I get steamed, I leave. The other day, she walks in here and says, "let's get married."

Vince: How are you and Donna doing?

Michael: Not too good.

Vince: Hmm. You've been -- you've been through a lot.

Michael: That's what Donna keeps saying, yes.

Vince: Well, it's true.

Michael: I know it's true. It's just that I thought it would maybe bring us all together, and it hasn't.

Vince: Well, hey, give it time. Time heals a lot.

Michael: It does, huh?

Vince: Mary and I lost a kid.

Michael: I'm sorry. I know.

Vince: I'm sorry that you don't feel as though you can talk to me about it.

Michael: Vince, there's nothing to talk about. You know, Reginald -- it's in the past. The baby -- it's in the past. I make plans, I forge ahead, I keep going.

Vince: Mm-hmm. And sometimes you want things a little too neat, and maybe you expect people to kind of just get over things, and you probably expect that of yourself.

Michael: Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Vince: Yeah. Well, why don't you give yourself a break? You got one coming.

Amanda: Do you like liver?

Sam: Nobody likes liver.

Amanda: Maybe that's what I'll serve tonight.

Sam: Well, sounds great.

Amanda: I figure if I make something that nobody likes, they won't be able to tell that I can't cook.

Sam: Amanda, you're a great cook. Your lasagna was amazing.

Amanda: Well, great, then. Should I make it again?

Sam: Well --

Amanda: You're right. Ok. We had it four nights in a row. I really should learn to make something else.

Sam: Well, hey, why don't we just order pizza in?

Amanda: No! Single people order pizza in. Married people cook things.

Sam: Ok.

[Knock on door]

Amanda: What do you think? Could it be a new caterer offering us a sample dinner for six?

Sam: Sure. It happens all the time.

Amanda: Hmm. Hello.

Man: Fowler?

Sam: Yes.

Amanda: Right.

Man: Sign right here, ok?

Amanda: We didn't order anything.

Man: It says "Fowler" right there.

Sam: Watch it, watch it.

Man: Looks like you got a present.

Amanda: Thanks.

Sam: What is this?

Amanda: This is the cradle that I saw at Myerson's. I just love it. "Sweet dreams, parlor baby. Hope you sleep through the night because I'm right next door. Love, Vicky." Isn't that sweet?

Sam: Isn't this huge? Um -- I just thought of something.

Amanda: What?

Sam: Well, when the baby's born, it's not going to be in there anymore, you know.

Amanda: Quick, call the "New England journal of medicine."

Sam: Well, no, I mean, it's going to have to be someplace else.

Amanda and Sam: Where?

Sam: There..

Amanda: No, Sam, no.

Sam: Amanda, we don't have any choice.

Amanda: Sam -- you're right. You're absolutely right. That's where the cradle's going to go. It'll look great. And you know where you're going to be?

Sam: I'm afraid to ask.

Amanda: In your own art studio. You can't work here with the baby, anyway. It's the perfect solution.

Sam: Don't they usually charge rent for those things?

Amanda: Oh, come on. Don't be so pessimistic. We'll figure it all out later.

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: I can't believe Vicky got this for me.

[Phone rings]

Sam: Well, neither can I. I'll get that. Yeah! Oh, Lou, you want me to work tonight? Excuse me, now? Louie, this is my day off. Come on, Louie, I haven't had sleep in -- double-time. Yeah, ok. I'll be right down.

Amanda: Sam, no.

Sam: Look, I don't have a choice, Amanda. It's double-time, ok?

Amanda: What about the party tonight?

Sam: Look, I know, but if we're going to have a studio space and more dinner parties, etc., Etc, etc. --

Amanda: All right, all right, I know.

Sam: Look --

Amanda: I'll make you a sandwich.

Sam: I'm going to hop in the shower. I am really sorry, ok? All right?

Amanda: Liver.

Sam: What?

Amanda: I'm going to make you a liver sandwich.

Sam: Oh, that's cruel.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: Hi.

Amanda: Hi, Vicky. Thanks so much.

Vicky: Oh, you got it.

Amanda: Yes. You didn't have to do that, but I really -- I'm so glad you did. I love it.

Vicky: Oh, I'm glad you like it. I'm glad.

Amanda: Say, do you want some coffee or something?

Vicky: No. Actually, I have tons of stuff to do. I just stopped by to ask you a question.

Amanda: Shoot.

Vicky: Well, did you talk to Jamie yet? About Lisa?

Woman: He wouldn't give me his name, and he insisted upon waiting for you in your office, even though he didn't have an appointment.

Mary: I understand. But from now on, nobody goes in the office if I'm not here. He can wait here or he can wait in the lounge.

Woman: But he was so insistent.

Mary: Ok, all right. I'll talk to him. It's ok.

Jason: I'm so glad you could make it.

Mary: Am I getting through to you at all?

Jason: Mary, you're not listening to me.

Mary: Don't be cute with me, Jason. I take this job very seriously, and it is neither cute nor charming for you to drag me in here like this.

Jason: I'm dead serious. I need your help.

Mary: Ok, I'm going to give it to you by the book. You and I have the kind of relationship which would make it extremely unproductive, not to mention probably unethical, for me to treat you as a patient.

Jason: That is very businesslike, yeah.

Mary: If you are serious about wanting to talk to someone, I will be happy to give you the names of two or three very good people.

Jason: No, no, I want to talk to you. I think you could do a much better job. I don't want --

Mary: You know, a therapist is not supposed to throw things at a patient, but if you don't get out of here --

Jason: Mary, you don't even let me finish my sentence.

Mary: Jason, you have to leave. If you are serious about wanting help, I wish you well. But if you're just playing one of your little games with me --

Jason: Maybe it is.

Mary: Then you get out of here. I got married yesterday to the man I love, and I get dragged down here today because you're playing games with me?

Jason: I'm sorry.

Mary: Don't you "sorry" me. I don't usually make a diagnosis after a three-minute session, but I'm going to take a quick stab at what your problem is here. You never grew up.

Jason: That's possible. But I have another problem.

Mary: I don't want to hear about it.

Jason: Ok. Fine. The other problem -- I'm in love with another man's wife.

Mary: Why do you do these things?

[Matthew whistles]

Tina: Hi, Matt.

Matthew: Hey. Hi.

Boy: You walk right by without even saying hi.

Tina: Hi. And now if you'll excuse me, I'm late.

Boy: Oh, come on, you're going to get a reputation for being stuck up.

Tina: Greg, let me go.

Greg: I just want to talk to you.

Tina: Well, I don't want to talk to you. I have to go to my locker. I'm late.

Greg: Come on, just hang out for a second.

Matthew: She wants to go. Why don't you let her go?

Greg: Hey, look, son, you're making a serious mistake, all right?

Tina: Matthew, it's ok.

Matthew: Let her go, man.

Greg: Matthew. I don't believe I've made your acquaintance, so I'm just going to put it down to you being new.

Matthew: Why don't you leave her alone?

Greg: Hey, you made the same mistake twice now, all right? That's bad.

Matthew: Tina, why don't you just get out of here.

Greg: That's a good idea, right? Because things could get ugly around here.

Matthew: Hey, man, cut that out.

Greg: Yeah? Who's going to stop me?

Matthew: Would you just stop being a jerk?

Greg: A jerk? A jerk? Don't call me a jerk, man, all right? Don't ever call me a jerk. I know who you are. You're the Cory -- that new kid, right? Rich kid from prep school?

Matthew: Let me go.

Greg: Yeah? Except I hear your old man ain't so rich. Hey, did you know that Cory's daddy is a jailbird?

Tina: Greg! Let him go, Greg! Let him go!

Mac: Put off O'Donnell until tomorrow. Tell him I'll call him tonight if I get home in time, all right? Thank you, Julie Ann. Something wrong?

Rachel: No. Why?

Mac: Well, I'm just surprised to see you.

Rachel: I live here, remember?

Mac: But you had plans for the day, didn't you?

Rachel: Just to finish my column. I turn my column in on Fridays.

Mac: Darn!

Rachel: What?

Mac: It is Friday. O'Donnell is not going to want to see me on Saturday.

Rachel: Well, wait a minute. Just hold on a minute.

Mac: I have to talk to him, darling. I have to see him. He furnishes the --

Rachel: Have you eaten lunch?

Mac: No, I haven't. I didn't have time.

Rachel: Take the time.

Mac: Rachel, please.

Rachel: Mac, you're under a lot of pressure.

Mac: I don't want to lose Cory Publishing.

Rachel: You're not going to lose Cory Publishing if you eat your lunch. Come on, it's Stilton cheese, your favorite, and French bread, and then I'm going to bring you some fruit salad with poppy seed dressing.

Mac: I just hate this business.

Rachel: I know it. That's why you work so hard.

Mac: I can't understand why the shareholders act like they do.

Rachel: Just relax and eat your lunch, ok?

Mac: You're right. I am hungry.

Rachel: Mm-hmm.

[Phone rings]

Mac: Mackenzie Cory. Yeah, Julie Ann. When did he give you that letter? I don't believe this! No, I'll take care of it myself. Thank you, Julie Ann.

Rachel: What?

Mac: Mel Crando just handed in a letter of resignation.

Rachel: Today?

Mac: Isn't that wonderful timing? My art director stops right in the middle of a takeover attempt.

Rachel: What are you going to do?

Mac: Well, give him the moon. What else?

[Phone rings]

Mac: Mackenzie Cory. Oh, he is? Why is that? I see. Yes, we'll be right over. Thank you for calling. That was the principal's secretary at the high school.

Rachel: Matthew?

Mac: Yes. He's in the principal's office now. He's been in a fight.

Rachel: Oh, I don't believe it.

Mac: Let's go.

Rachel: Where is he?

Mac: The secretary says he's seeing the school nurse.

Rachel: I don't believe this.

Mac: I don't, either.

Rachel: With everything that's going on with you and now he gets into a fight?

Matthew: I told them not to call you.

Mac: Well, I understand that. Your second day at your second school --

Principal: Mr. and Mrs. Cory --

Mac: I wouldn't want anyone to know it, either.

Principal: Now, if you just let me say something --

Rachel: Matthew, wait a minute. What happened to you? Is it all right?

Mac: Don't you ever think about the consequences when you do these things?

Matthew: Look, let's just get out of here, ok? It's all my fault.

Rachel: Matthew --

Principal: Now, Matthew, you know that's not true.

Mac: What?

Principal: The troublemaker involved wasn't your son. There's a fellow who has been a problem since day one. He was hassling one of the girls, and Matthew tried to help her out.

Rachel: You did?

Principal: Yes. The reason I called you was because he took a pretty good blow to the head. I thought you might want to take him to a doctor.

Rachel: Yes, we will. Thank you for telling us. We owe you an apology, honey.

Mac: Matthew, I'm very sorry.

Matthew: It's ok.

Mac: No, I'm letting my problems at work cause me problems with you.

Rachel: Let me see --

Matthew: Mom --

Rachel: Let me see. Just hold your head still.

Donna: Yes, hello. I would like to see about booking a room for tonight. A suite, if you have it. Right, that's just for one night. Good, good. Thank you. Oh, and I will call you back when I'm ready to have my things moved. All right, thank you very much. Michael! Oh.

Michael: Surprised to see me?

Donna: Uh -- no. No. Not really. I just wasn't expecting you until 8:00.

Michael: Mm-hmm.. I suppose you were going to have those stashed by the time I got here?

Donna: I guess so.

Michael: I got to tell you, Donna, I've thought a lot of things about you, but being a coward was never one of them.

Donna: I am not being cowardly.

Michael: Well, you want to tell me what you are being? Because I'm not privy to much that you're going through these days.

Donna: Michael, let's not talk about this right now. I will see you at 8:00.

Michael: No, Donna, you'll see me now.

Donna: You know, you're really messing everything up.

Michael: I'm messing everything up? Donna, you're the one that went to the lawyer this morning. You're the one. I walk in here, you got your bags packed on the bed, you're making some appointment. Am I messing things up?

Donna: Yes!

Michael: Donna, stop it. Just stop it.

Donna: No, you stop it. And don't get angry about this.

Michael: Angry? What do you expect me -- hold on.. What about this, huh? What about this?

Donna: Oh, all right. All right, I'll tell you everything.

Michael: What?

Donna: You're right. I was planning an escape. But not for me.

Michael: Well, from who?

Donna: For us. For us, Michael. I had planned a little surprise this evening. I packed us a change of clothes. I went to the lawyer to get our divorce papers. It was for both of us.

Michael: Divorce papers? What? For what?

Donna: All right, all right. At 8:00 tonight, I was going to sweep you off your feet and get you to propose to me again, and this time -- this time I was going to accept.

Michael: Blackie --

Donna: Yeah.

Michael: Oh, Blackie.

Donna: No. No, no, no, don't you "Blackie" me.

Michael: Oh, Blackie.

Donna: I mean, you know, you really blew it this time. You really, really blew it.

Michael: No, Blackie. No, I didn't. No, I didn't.

Woman: I hope we make it before the movie starts.

Sam: We will.

Woman: I just hate to walk in after the credits have started, you know? I mean, that doesn't bother some people, but I think it's part of the movie. Those people that talk while the movie is going on just drives me crazy. You know what I think it is? Do you?

Sam: I'm sorry. I thought it was a rhetorical question.

Woman: What?

Sam: No. What is it?

Woman: It's television. People are so used to talking back to the boob tube that they just think they can ruin everybody else's enjoyment of the film.

Sam: Oh, no.

[Tires screech]

[Woman screams]

[Horn blows]

Bianca: Well, that's --

Sam: Oh, somebody, will you help me with this kid, ok?

Nurse: I'll be right with you --

Sam: Look, I almost hit him with my cab, and he's bleeding.

Nurse: You really should go through emergency preop --

Sam: Look, I didn't -- I couldn't go any farther than that.

Nurse: He doesn't look that serious to me.

Sam: Listen to me, you get a doctor for this kid, or I start tearing this place apart! You got that?

Nurse: Ok. All right. Ok?

Sam: You're going to be ok. You're going to be ok.

Sam: Oh.

Donna: You know, I should call down and cancel this.

Michael: Uh -- no need. No need. I took the liberty of cancelling it myself.

Donna: Oh, well, you're certainly very thoughtful.

Michael: I'll say.

Donna: Why are you looking at the divorce papers?

Michael: Well, I was just looking at the work of a very generous guy here in this settlement. I mean, I'm more a heck of a guy than I knew.

Donna: Uh-huh, well, I have always thought so.

Michael: Mm-hmm. You know, I was just sitting here trying to figure out why I pressed so hard for that divorce.

Donna: Yeah? And can you remember why?

Michael: I guess I only remember important things.

Donna: Good. Then, you know, we really don't need to have these around here, do we?

Michael: Well --

Donna: Why don't you come over here with me.

Michael: What? What?

Donna: Well, you'll see, you'll see. Come on. Come join me.

Michael: Yeah. All right.

Donna: I hereby declare this divorce null and void.

Michael: And I second the declaration. No!

[Michael laughs]

Michael: Are you sure that you want to do this?

Donna: To be with you? Michael, it's the only thing I've ever wanted all my life.

Michael: Come here.

Donna: What?

Michael: There's one other thing that I want you to unpack.

Donna: What's that? Ah. I see. Mm-hmm. You mean this?

Michael: Yeah. You know, I could never quite figure out why you took those off.

Donna: Because I wanted you to put them back on my finger. Michael Hudson, I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Michael: Donna Hudson, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. May I now kiss the bride?

Donna: You may.

Michael: You know something? For a day that started off so lousy, this has turned out to be a pretty nice day.

Donna: I'll say.

Michael: Welcome home, Mrs. Hudson.

Donna: Mmm. Thank you. Whoo!

Jamie: Hi, Amanda.

Amanda: Hi.

Jamie: I got your message.

Amanda: Good.

Jamie: I got off work early, so -- hello, Vicky.

Vicky: Hi, Jamie.

Amanda: Vicky, if you don't mind, I think I better talk to Jamie.

Vicky: Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure. You two have a nice talk, ok?

Jamie: Hey, what's going on?

Vicky: Far be it from me to come between a brother and sister. Bye-bye.

Amanda: Thanks, Vicky.

Vicky: Oh, hey, I'll see you both at the party tonight, right?

Jamie: Uh-huh.

Vicky: See you..

Amanda: Bye. This has to do with Lisa.

Jamie: Oh. Lisa?

Amanda: Yeah. This isn't exactly the easiest thing for me to say.

[Phone rings]

Jamie: Phone's ringing.

Amanda: Saved by the bell.


Amanda: Hello.

Sam: Hi. Is Jamie there yet?

Amanda: Sam?

Sam: Yeah. Is he there yet?

Amanda: Yeah, yeah. Just a second. It's Sam. He wants to talk to you.

Jamie: Sam? What's up?

Sam: Yeah. Jamie, look, I don't want Amanda to be upset, so just play it cool, ok?

Jamie: Sure.

Sam: Look, I don't know how it happened, but a kid ran in front of my cab tonight. I didn't hit him, but I hit another car, and he fell down and he was bleeding, so --

Jamie: Sam, where are you right now?

Sam: The emergency -- hospital. The nurse took him to the emergency room. But look, could you take a look at him for me, please?

Jamie: Sure.

Amanda: What's going on? What's the matter?

Jamie: Sam, I'll tell Amanda what's going on.

Sam: No, no, don't tell Amanda.

Jamie: Sam? Sam?

Amanda: Look, let me talk to him.

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