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Another World Transcript Tuesday 6/1/04

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Sam: And Felicia -- how's she doing? No kidding? Yeah -- look, Mitch, can you do me a favor? Have Felicia call me when she gets a chance. No, it's -- well, I just got a couple questions. Yeah, about the commission at Tops. No, I haven't received the advance yet. No, Mitch, it's no big deal. Look -- yeah, don't trouble her about it, ok, Mitch? Yes, I'm sure she has better things on her mind than worrying about a couple of paintings at Tops. Look, I got to go, ok? I hear the baby. Uh -- yeah. Stop by when you got back. She's growing already, ok? Yeah. Great, Mitch. Take it easy. Well, the commission wouldn't pay for half these bills anyway.

[Door opens]

Sam: Hi.

Amanda: Hi..

Sam: That must have taken -- that didn't take long. What's in the package? Who's it from?

Amanda: Well, it's from my Uncle Jim..

Sam: I didn't know you had an Uncle Jim.

Amanda: Well, he's not really an uncle. He's -- he's a friend of my father's from Cincinnati.

Sam: Yeah? You going to open this?

Sam: Here..

Amanda: Wait, wait. It's for Alli. It's -- it's a photograph of himself.

Sam: Gee, isn't that sweet? We can put it over the baby's crib.

Amanda: He usually sends a check, which would really help us on our budget right now. Would have helped me at the store.

Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Shh -- what happened?

Amanda: I couldn't get the baby's vitamins.

Sam: Why?

Amanda: Because I didn't have any money.

Sam: Amanda, I gave you the $20 bill, plus the change from the pizza.

Amanda: The check -- the grocery store wouldn't take the check because the last one bounced. So I had to use the cash. I had to put things back. It was horrible.

Sam: Shh, shh, shh. Come on, come on.

Amanda: Sam, we have a baby now. We can't afford to be proud.

Sam: Amanda -- ok, don't.

Amanda: We have to ask my parents for some money.

Chris: Yo, Hudson. Oh.

John: Wow. Have you got legs.

Chris: I have great legs. Aren't you going to invite me in?

John: Come on in.

Chris: Thank you.

John: And you're wearing a -- that's a -- that's a very -- that's a dress.

Chris: That's true, John. I have legs and I'm wearing a dress.

John: Why? That's not just any ordinary -- that's -- that's very -- that's a big dress.

Chris: What, this old thing? I just spent two paychecks on it, not to mention the shoes that go with it. "Big"? Couldn't you say it was nice, or sexy? I mean, "Big" is not exactly the effect I was going for.

John: We're just going to my brother's.

Chris: Yeah. Your brother is richer than God; his wife dresses better than Jackie Onassis. But -- not that I'm intimidated.

John: No, well, we wouldn't want that, would we?

Chris: I suppose you go over there all the time looking like a slob. That's ok. But, you know, for me -- I mean, first impressions -- it's important.

John: Yeah, yeah. What do you suppose my impression of you was the first time I met you?

Chris: Oh, it's going to be like this all evening, isn't it? More of the same. Would you point me to a mirror, please? I think my hair is falling. Hmm.

John: Sounds like a great evening to me.

Jamie: There you are.

Vicky: Jamie, I didn't see you come in.

Jamie: I've been looking all over for you.

Vicky: Why?

Jamie: Well, isn't it obvious?

Vicky: Oh, Jamie, you shouldn't worry about this.

Jamie: Shouldn't worry? What are you talking about? Of course I'm worried.

Vicky: It really isn't your concern.

Jamie: Now, wait a minute.. Now, hold on. Now, I know when you told me that you were -- that you were pregnant, I may have been abrupt.

Vicky: It's ok, really.

Jamie: Listen, I just want you to know that I'm sorry if I was.

Vicky: Well, I know it wasn't the greatest news to hear. It's really not your problem. It's ok.

Jamie: Vicky, wait a minute. Now, you're not going through this alone. We're in this together.

Vicky: Is that what you really think?

Jamie: Of course it is.

[Pager beeps]

Jamie: I don't believe this.

Vicky: No, no, it's ok. You go, please.

Jamie: Listen, I'm sorry.

Vicky: It's ok, Jamie. I really do feel much better.

Jamie: Good. I'll be right back.

["Wedding march" plays]

[Door opens]

Jamie: Sorry. Short-staffed tonight.

Vicky: Jamie, you're short-staffed every night.

Jamie: Yeah, I know. And I'm afraid this isn't the best place for us to talk.

Vicky: Oh, I understand. Really, I understand.

Jamie: No, no -- wait a minute, wait a minute. What I was thinking was, why don't you meet me in my office in about an hour? Things should quiet down by then, and we can go out and have a late supper.

Vicky: Oh, Jamie, you don't have to do that.

Jamie: No, I want -- I want to do that.

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: Good.

Vicky: That'd be wonderful.

Jamie: Good, good.

Vicky: And I do feel much better. Thank you.

Jamie: Good.

Vicky: Well, I guess it's my turn to run off.

Jamie: No, Vicky, hold on. Now, there's a few things I forgot to ask you about.

Vicky: Like what?

Jamie: Who are you seeing?

Vicky: Jamie, what do you mean?

Jamie: What doctor? Who gave you the examination?

Vicky: Oh, no one here.

Jamie: Well, so who is it?

Vicky: Uh -- a doctor at the clinic that I went to.

Jamie: In Ogden?

Vicky: Yeah, I went there because I didn't want anybody here to know.

Jamie: And you don't remember his name?

Vicky: Well, I got his card. It's -- I left it at home.

Jamie: All right. And what -- what due date did he give you?

Vicky: About eight months from now. I -- I don't know, Jamie. I didn't think to ask about it.

Jamie: Vicky, it makes a big difference.

Vicky: Jamie, it's your baby. There -- there's no one else.

Jamie: If it was the first time, then you're farther along. And it makes a difference in what you decide to do.

Vicky: Oh. I -- I didn't think about that. Sorry. I -- I should be handing out mail or something.

Jamie: Vicky, this is a little more important.

Vicky: I know, I know. Just let me get this done, and I'll meet you in your office in about an hour, ok?

Jamie: All right. Ok. But don't push yourself.

Vicky: Thank you. Thank you for understanding.

[Door opens]

Ronnie: Look, I'll look over these charts and I'll meet you back here in about five minutes, ok? Thanks. Long night, huh?

Jamie: You could say that.

Ronnie: Look, I have a stack of admissions here. Would you mind telling your fellow residents that there are patients in this hospital?

Jamie: You nurses -- you take this medicine so seriously. Say, Ronnie --

Ronnie: Yes?

Jamie: You know that -- that women's clinic over in Ogden?

Ronnie: Ogden? Um --

Jamie: Yeah.

Ronnie: Only that general practice place over on Route 19 -- Riley clinic.

Jamie: Uh-huh. You don't happen to know any of the doctors over there, do you?

Ronnie: No. Why?

Jamie: Oh, nothing, nothing. Thanks. You don't by any chance have 456, Mrs. Gaytons, do you?

Ronnie: Hmm. Lucky you.

Jamie: Oh, gee.

Ronnie: Isn't she the cheerful sort?

Jamie: You know, I was thinking of giving her a lower G.I. Just for revenge.

Ronnie: Hi, Mary.

Mary: Hi.

Ronnie: Look, whatever you do, let me be the one to tell her.

Jamie: Uh-huh. You got it.

Mary: You guys look like you're in a good mood.

Jamie: Yeah, well, it's habit. Ask for a chart, get a joke.

Mary: I had a message that you wanted to talk to me.

Jamie: Yeah, I would like to talk to you sometime.

Mary: Is there something wrong?

Jamie: Well, no, but I'd just like to talk if we could.

Mary: Sure. You want to talk now?

Jamie: I have a few minutes.

Mary: Ok. I have a patient coming in, but we can probably take a few minutes.

Jamie: Well, if it wouldn't be too much trouble.

Mary: Not at all. Let's just go now.

Jamie: Mary, Vicky's pregnant.

Mary: Oh.

Jamie: And it's my baby.

Michael: Mikey? Hey!

Donna: Oh! Hello, hello. Here we are.

Michael: How you doing, buddy?

Donna: Doesn't he look handsome?

Michael: What a guy! Yes.

Bridget: Oh, yes, he does.

Donna: Yes!

Michael: Look at you. You didn't have to get all dressed up like that.

Donna: Oh, you know, he had tortellini's for dinner. And not only did he get spaghetti sauce all over his clothes, he got it all in his hair and everything.

Michael: Well, he looks pretty good now.

Donna: Well, yes. Well, we wanted him to look extra special nice for John and Chris. And when Bridget was so busy in the kitchen, I decided how difficult could it be to give a 2-year-old a bath?

Michael: Oh, no.

Bridget: Oh, my, dear, you didn't give the child a bath? I mean, not when you were already dressed up for dinner?

Donna: I know, I know. I should have worn a slicker, I think. You know that little toy boat that he has?

Michael: The one with the fire hose that shoots real water?

Donna: Yes, yes.

Michael: Yeah.

Donna: Here -- here you go. Well, let me tell you what happened. Not only does he like to play in the water, but he is very accurate with that thing. I mean, he never missed.. And he just laughed every time he hit me.

Michael: I'm so sorry.

Donna: No. No, don't be sorry. Actually, I started to laugh. I mean, here I was in this fabulous outfit and suddenly just drenched. And he did -- he was just laughing at me, so I just started to laugh. It was great. I mean, we had a good time, didn't we? Come here. Come back to me. Come here. We had a good time!

Mikey: Yeah!

Donna: Yeah, we did. And you look so nice and so handsome for everybody.

Mikey: Yeah!

Chris: Why are you always jumping to conclusions about me?

John: All I did was offer you a glass of white wine.

Chris: And all I did was ask if you have any cold beer.

John: And all I said was that if you're --

Chris: "If you're going to dress like Princess Margaret, why don't you have a sissy drink?"

John: I'm sorry if I've offended all the white wine makers of the world.

Chris: What's wrong with being a sissy, anyway? You know, I am a girl.

John: You know what irritates me about feminist types like you?

Chris: This is going to be good.

John: They become so indignant when somebody tells them that there's something that they can't do.

Chris: And why shouldn't I become indignant? I refuse to limit myself. I can do anything a man can do.

John: Well, I'll tell you, there's something that a man doesn't do. He doesn't pout and get his feelings hurt every time somebody disagrees with him!

Chris: Oh, no?

John: No! And you're acting just like a --

Chris: What?

John: Like a girl.

Chris: That does it. I think you should go to your brother's alone. I don't know why I ever got involved in this.

John: Uh -- you can't do that.

Chris: Why not?

John: Because if it was just Mike and Donna and me, it wouldn't -- no, I -- I need a date to go over there. There, you see? I can be a sensitive man. I can express need.

Chris: Big deal.

John: In addition to which, I am your date for this evening.

Chris: Why did you ever agree to this?

John: Beats me. I must be a glutton for punishment. You want to back out?

Chris: Let's go.

John: Good.

[John groans]

John: Come on.

John: Well, are you coming, or what?

Chris: Well, if you put it so charmingly, how could a girl resist?

John: After you, mademoiselle.

Chris: Ugh.

Amanda: I thought you liked my parents, Sam.

Sam: I do like your parents, Amanda. Look, how -- how are they going to feel about me if we have to go begging for money, ok?

Amanda: We're not begging for money. I have my own money, you know? It's just sitting in trust funds, waiting for me to ask for it.

Sam: I know that, Amanda, all right?

Amanda: I invited Julie Ann for dinner tonight, and I don't even have enough money to get anything for dessert. I couldn't afford the baby's vitamins!

Sam: Amanda -- Amanda, this should cover the vitamins.

Amanda: What's that?

Sam: It's money, I think.

Amanda: I mean, where did it come from?

Sam: I've been saving three bucks a week for nine weeks.

Amanda: Why?

Sam: Look, I was just saving up for something, ok?

Amanda: What?

Sam: Our anniversary. Within a year, I was going to have almost 150 bucks, and I thought we'd do something nice.

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: Look, the baby needs vitamins, ok? And we want her big and strong like you. Right?

Amanda: You're such a sweet guy.

Sam: I like it when you say that..

Amanda: We can't keep living like this.

Sam: I know that, Amanda. Look, I didn't want to tell you this, but --

Amanda: What?

Sam: I've been sending my portfolio out, and I've also been working with a guy from a headhunter agency.

Amanda: A headhunter agency?

Sam: Yeah. I've got graphic design experience.

Amanda: I thought you quit "Brava" because you hated graphic design.

Sam: Well, that's when I thought I could support us with my painting.

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: Look, Amanda, I can still paint, but right now I need to get a job that brings in money.

Amanda: But if we just borrow a little bit of money from my parents, you can still paint full-time.

Sam: Amanda -- Amanda, look, all I'm asking for is two days.

Amanda: Why?

Sam: Because in two days I should have a real job, ok? Look, if I don't have a job by 6:18 P.M. on Saturday, then you can call your parents and ask them for money, all right?

Amanda: Are you sure you want to do this?

Sam: Amanda, look, I quit "Brava" because I thought I couldn't be happy doing anything but painting. But then I married you and we had Alli, and I realized I can be happy doing whatever I need to, as long as I'm taking care of you and the baby, the people I love most in the world. Ok?

Amanda: What would I do without you?

Sam: Oh, so this means you're going to give me the two days, is that it?

Amanda: Oh, all right. Two days.

Sam: You got yourself a deal, ok?

Jamie: I can't believe this happened, Mary. I mean, I'm a doctor! I preach to my patients about birth control!

Mary: And you didn't use it yourself?

Jamie: No, I did! I did! It's -- this wasn't supposed to happen, not to me.

Mary: What, getting somebody pregnant, or getting tied down?

Jamie: What makes you say that?

Mary: I don't know. I'm taking a wild stab here.

Jamie: Yeah, well, maybe you're right.

Mary: Jamie, then why don't you talk to me? Talk.

Jamie: Lisa has never understood why I keep being taken in by Vicky. She thinks that it means that I don't love her, or don't love her enough.

Mary: What does it mean?

Jamie: Life with Lisa has been pretty much perfect. She's wonderful. My family loved her, I loved her.

Mary: What is it in there that bothers you?

Jamie: Well, the next step was pretty obvious.

Mary: Marriage?

Jamie: You know, I wonder if I was really attracted to Vicky or if she was just some -- a way to sidestep the issue. And now she's pregnant.

[Intercom buzzes]

Mary: Excuse me. Yeah? Ah -- I'm going to have to ask her to wait a bit. Um -- ok. No, that's all right. No, you go. I'll talk to her myself. I'm coming right in. I'll be back in a minute.

Jamie: Listen, Mary, I don't want to mess up your schedule.

Mary: No, you're not. I'm just going to ask this patient to come back in a few minutes. That's ok. Don't go away.

Jamie: Yeah, Ogden. Ogden, please. Uh-huh. Yeah, I want the Riley clinic. All right, thank you.

Jamie: Ahem. Hi, my name is Dr. Jamie Frame. I'm calling to find out the due date of someone who came in for a pregnancy test in the last couple of days. What? Is there any other clinic in Ogden? I see. Thank you. No, no, I found out everything I need to know.

Lisa: Jamie. Hi.

Jamie: Mary, I can't talk.. I have to go.

Lisa: Jamie, is something wrong?

Jamie: Not now!

Lisa: What's the matter with him?

Mary: Let's go inside.

Lisa: Did he come here to talk to you?

Mary: Now, Lisa, I can't discuss that with you.

Lisa: I'm sorry. Well, did he want to talk about us?

Mary: Lisa.

Lisa: Ok, I know. You can't talk about it.

Mary: Do you want to wait and do this tomorrow?

Lisa: No. I'm fine.

Mary: Ok. Sit down. Be comfortable.

Lisa: He seemed very angry.

Mary: Lisa.

Lisa: Ok, Mary. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know. I'll just sit here and I'll clear my head.

Julie Ann: Oh, here -- doesn't she look exactly like you in this one?

Amanda: She's got a bonnet on and she's sleeping. She looks the same as all the other babies in America.

Julie Ann: Don't be silly. She has your nose. Don't you think so?

Sam: Hmm? Yeah, it's the same. She's got your nose.

Julie Ann: I had a set of these made up and sent it to your folks in the last package from "Brava."

Amanda: Oh, thanks. That was nice.

Julie Ann: We sent out that package every night. I thought it'd be nice to finally have something pleasant in it.

Amanda: Still bad news?

Julie Ann: I don't know, but a lot of tension right now.

Sam: This takeover thing really stinks. I wonder who'd do that to Mac.

Julie Ann: The place is just not the same when he's gone. I don't know how much you guys must miss them.

Amanda: Oh, no, we're ok, really. I just wish they were in Europe for a happier reason.

Sam: Well, Mac can take care of things over there, and then he'll come back over here and take care of things.

Julie Ann: What?

Sam: Nothing. Look -- um -- Amanda, I think I'm going to take a walk for a while.

Amanda: Sam, we haven't even had dinner yet.

Sam: It's ok. I'm not hungry.

[Phone rings]

Sam: I'll get that. Hello?

Julie Ann: Is this a bad evening?

Amanda: No, no, everything's fine.

Sam: No, it's no trouble. Great, all right. Thanks a lot. That's very strange.

Amanda: What was that?

Sam: Well, not only did I get an interview, but I got one tonight.

Amanda: Tonight?

Sam: Yeah. It's a good thing my portfolio's in order. Look, I'm going to go change, ok?

Amanda: Sam, I didn't pick up your shirts from the cleaners. I didn't have any -- I forgot.

Sam: Yeah, well, what do they expect from an artist anyway? Instead of corporate neat, I'll go funky and creative.

Julie Ann: Sam's got an interview?

Amanda: Yeah, he's been going to this headhunter agency.

Julie Ann: And he's taking his portfolio?

Amanda: Yeah.

Julie Ann: Amanda, is he looking for some corporate type work?

Amanda: Yeah, graphic artist.

Julie Ann: But he hates it.

Amanda: Julie Ann --

Julie Ann: Why doesn't he ask Mac if he can come back to "Brava"?

Amanda: Look, he wants to do this on his own. Everybody knows he can always go back to --

[Alli cries]

Amanda: Oh, Alli. Hey, baby. What's the matter, huh?

Vicky: "James Frame, M.D." "Doctor and Mrs. James Frame."


Vicky: Jamie, you're early. What is it?

Jamie: You're the picture of innocence.

Vicky: What happened? What's the matter?

Jamie: You lied to me.

Vicky: I don't understand.

Jamie: I called the clinic in Ogden.

Vicky: What?

Jamie: Guess what, Vic -- they've been closed for two weeks.

Vicky: Well, then it must have been a different clinic.

Jamie: In Ogden?

Vicky: Yeah, I guess so.

Jamie: There's only one, and they've been closed for renovations.

Vicky: Well, Jamie, I don't know where it was! I was so upset, it could have been someplace other than Ogden.

Jamie: You know what I couldn't figure out? I couldn't figure out how you could get pregnant.

Vicky: Well, I couldn't figure that out, either.

Jamie: But the answer is obvious. You didn't. There's no baby. There's just one big lie..

Vicky: Jamie, now, listen to me.

Jamie: It was a lie, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

Vicky: Yes! Yes, the whole thing was just one big lie!

Jamie: Do you know what you told me, Vicky? That we made a baby. You understand that? That's no small fib, sweetheart. That's big-time, real big-time, and if I wasn't so mad, I might feel sorry for you! You were ready to say you were pregnant when you weren't. That's crazy, and it's stupid!

Vicky: Well, I didn't know what else to do.

Jamie: Try acting like a human being for once. That's what you should try and do!

Vicky: Well, you know everything, don't you? You don't mess up like I do, Jamie. You don't screw up like I do, right?

Jamie: I screw up plenty, but not like this.

Vicky: I heard your conversation with Amanda.

Jamie: What?

Vicky: A competition? I'm in a competition with Lisa that she set up? "Oh, go ahead, Jamie," says little Lisa. "Go ahead. Choose the one that you think is good for you. Choose the one that you think is right."

Jamie: You did this to get back at me?

Vicky: No, I did this to win you, to keep you, Jamie. Don't you listen to anything I say? I love you! I'm sorry I can't sit around like your little Lisa. I can't sit there and look pretty. I go after it. I've got to do anything I can to get what I want. I've got to get out of here.

Jamie: Wait a minute.

Vicky: Jamie -

Mary: Lisa, can you hear me?

Lisa: I can hear you.

Mary: What I want you to do is try and put yourself at the scene of the accident. Put yourself in Mikey's place and tell me if -- if you see anything or you feel anything that would help us to understand what happened. Are you all right?

Lisa: I'm scared.

Mary: What's the matter?

Lisa: My -- my eyes hurt. No!

Mary: Mikey?

Lisa: Street -- no, no street. No, no.

Mary: Mikey, are you alone?

Lisa: Where is she?

Mary: Where's who?

Lisa: Why -- why won't she help me?

Mary: What do you want, Mikey? Maybe I can help find it.

Lisa: Birds.

Mary: Birds?

Lisa: Birds around her neck. She has birds. Pretty.

Mary: A necklace? Is she wearing a necklace?

Lisa: Pretty.. Birds pretty. Pretty.

Chris: Hi. I'm Chris. Remember me?

Mikey: Oh!

Michael: He -- well, he does, I guess, huh? He's a little shy. Don't mind him.

Chris: Oh, that's ok. I'm shy, too.

John: You, shy? Genghis Khan is shy.

Chris: Must be nice having a witty brother.

Michael: I wouldn't know. Ask John.

John: I knew this would happen. You're ganging up on me already.

Michael: Don't go easy on him tonight, all right?

Chris: Oh -- Donna, what a beautiful place you have.

Donna: Oh, thank you.

Michael: Please, come on in.

Donna: Oh, here, let me take that for you.

Michael: Would you like some wine?

John: I think she prefers beer, Mike.

Chris: John. I would love some wine.

Michael: Really? I got beer.

Chris: No, no, wine is fine.

Michael: Ok.

Chris: Just a little, please.

Michael: Sure.

Donna: Oh, please, please, go ahead, sit down. Bridget!

Bridget: Yes, Miss Donna? Yes?

Donna: Would you mind taking that, please?

Bridget: Oh, yes, of course.

Donna: Thank you.

Chris: Thank you.

Donna: I have to tell you, that scarf is beautiful.

Chris: Oh, thank you. I've had it for ages.

Donna: Well, I don't know if you'll believe this or not, but at 6:00 tonight, I had on a terrific dress. But I was giving Mikey a bath and he decided that I needed one, too, so I'm afraid this is the result.

Chris: Oh, it's wonderful that Mikey could end up in a place like this -- I mean, after all he's been through.

Donna: I know, I know. This place isn't exactly geared up for children, but we're certainly trying.

Chris: Oh, he looks so happy. I hope everything works out right.

Michael: Well, it's a difficult situation, but we're doing everything we can to track down his parents.

John: The parents ought to be tracking you down.

Michael: That's what we think. You know a bunch of local kids have taken up the cause. They're having a party to get organized.

Donna: What?

Michael: Yeah, I heard that Matthew Cory is having a party and organizing a bunch of local kids to join in the search.

Donna: I didn't know that.

Chris: Oh, he is so adorable. Listen, if you ever need a babysitter, please --

Michael: I'll tell you one of the reasons he's adorable right now is he's obviously half-asleep because we let him stay up late to say good night to Uncle John --

John: Sound asleep.

Michael: And so I think I'd better put him to bed. Come on, buddy. There we go. Ok. Good night, Uncle John. Good night, Chris. Good night, Donna.

Donna: Oh --

Michael: Want to kiss him good night?

Donna: Yes.

Michael: Ok.

Donna: Good night, sweetheart.

Michael: Bye, fella.

Donna: Sleep well.

Michael: Here we go.

Chris: Oh, he's so wonderful!

Donna: Yes, he really is. Oh, Michael did not give me my glass of wine.

Chris: Donna, did you do this room? It is so beautiful.

Donna: Uh -- no, no. Michael had it done.

John: I just love how he's handled the fabric.

Chris: Is that your subtle way of saying you don't care to discuss interior design?

John: No, I'd love to discuss something aesthetic and cultural.

Donna: Oh. Well, in that case, how about the new exhibit at the museum?

John: How about the cubs?

Chris: No, I refuse to discuss them. They have broken my heart too many times.

John: You a cubs fan, Macaleer?

Chris: Well, I used to be, but no more. I mean, they actually put lights in Wrigley field. That's the same as putting a disco in the Lincoln Memorial.

John: Oh, now, come on, come on, lady. 30 years behind the times here.

Chris: I can't believe you're saying this, Mr. "I want everything to stay as it was." I'm sorry, Donna.

Donna: Oh, no. No, that's quite all right. Wow, John, looks like you've met your match.

John: Is that right?

Donna: Oh, yes, yes. You two have a lot in common.

John: What in common?

Chris: We do not!

John: We don't have anything in common.

Donna: All right, all right. The cubs, construction --

John: Words that start with c.

Donna: Right, why not?

Chris: Cantankerousness, chauvinistic. I take that back -- we don't have that in common.

John: Baloney. You are as much a chauvinist as you think I am.

Donna: Well, there you go. You see, you even have that in common.

Michael: Donna, the roast. Could I talk to you about the roast for a second, please?

Donna: The roast?

Michael: Dinner talk. The roast?

Donna: Uh -- yes. Excuse me.

Chris: Is anything wrong?

John: No, no. Mike's probably just going to give her a lecture about not playing matchmaker.

Chris: Oh. I have the feeling they're both going to try and figure out how to spend the evening with the two of us.

Michael: Excuse me, but do you want to lay off?

Donna: Lay off what?

Michael: Come on, I mean, she works for him. She's not really his date.

Donna: Michael Hudson, a woman does not put on a dress like that and fix herself up without being interested in a man.

Michael: Oh, ok. In that case, let her handle it herself. I don't think she needs your help.

Donna: Fine. Fine, you know, apparently nobody does.

Michael: Wait, wait, wait, wait. What's that mean?

Donna: It means that I wish you had told me about Matthew organizing this thing with the kids to look for Mikey's parents instead of telling me in front of company like that.

Michael: Donna, I just found out. Wait a minute. Finding Mikey's parents -- it's what you want, isn't it?

Bianca: Well, that's --

Julie Ann: I don't know how to say this.

Amanda: What?

Julie Ann: Listen, I have some money put aside, and I really think that --

Amanda: No.

Julie Ann: Amanda, you need it, and I don't. Consider it a loan.

Amanda: No, no. I couldn't. I love you very much for offering, but, no, I couldn't. Now I know how Sam feels.

Julie Ann: Just promise me if things get grim that you'll tell me.

Amanda: We'll be ok.

[Door opens]

Julie Ann: Because, I mean, if Sam has to go to an office --

Amanda: Shh, shh. Oh, you look perfect. Artistic, yet reliable.

Sam: Good. That's what I was going for. Have you seen my portfolio?

Amanda: Yeah, I think it's over there.

Julie Ann: So, what's this job?

Sam: I have no idea. I'm going to meet this guy at his hotel suite.

Amanda: Hmm. Is it for an ad agency?

Sam: I don't know. Just have to play this one by ear.

Amanda: Ok.

Sam: Wish me luck, ok? Goodbye.

Amanda: You know I do.

Sam: Bye. Oh, I'm sorry -- I'm going to miss your casserole.

Amanda: Liar. I'm going to try to put her down --

Julie Ann: Ok.

Amanda: And get some dinner started.

Julie Ann: You need some help?

Amanda: No. It's really easy. Should be fine.

[Knock on door]

Amanda: Can you take her for a second?

Julie Ann: Sure. Hi.

Amanda: Ok. Ronnie, hi.

Ronnie: Hi. Did I catch you at a bad time?

Amanda: No, no. Come on in.

Ronnie: Good. I saw these éclairs in the bakery, and I remembered how much you loved them when you were pregnant.

Amanda: You're a lifesaver. Thanks.

Ronnie: Actually, I just wanted an excuse to get a peep at this baby. Hi, Julie Ann.

Julie Ann: Hi.

Ronnie: Hi, sweetheart.

Julie Ann: So, you like babies?

Ronnie: Oh, I love them. Oh, look at you. She's growing so fast.

Amanda: Oh, yeah. Why don't you stay for dinner? It's just Julie Ann and I.

Ronnie: Oh, no, no, no. I couldn't put you out.

[Alli fusses]

Amanda: You wouldn't be putting us out. I mean, it's just noodles, hamburger, and some mushroom soup, but there's a lot of it.

Ronnie: No, no, no, I can't, really. I'm sorry. I have an appointment.

Amanda: I'll take her.

Ronnie: Go to mommy, yes. It's ok.

Amanda: Got her.

Ronnie: Look, I just wanted to drop off the éclairs and to see how she is. Well, and you, too, of course.

Amanda: Oh, we're fine. Everyone's fine.

Ronnie: Oh, good. Well, look, give my regards to Sam, ok? I really miss our sessions together. Bye, Julie Ann. Good to see you.

Julie Ann: Bye.

Amanda: Bye-bye. She sure was in a hurry, wasn't she?

Julie Ann: Zack wants kids, too.

Amanda: Have you mentioned her to him at all?

Julie Ann: Well, I'm going to wait till he's real desperate so he'll owe me.

Amanda: You're crazy.

Julie Ann: Besides, I'm worried about you right now.

Amanda: Stop worrying.

Julie Ann: I can deal with Zack later.

Amanda: Stop worrying about me.

Julie Ann: Well, you look great, but I know how tired you are.

Amanda: Of course I'm tired. I just had a new baby.

Julie Ann: Look, you don't have to be perfect all the time. You don't have to smile and continuously smile.

Amanda: I'm not doing that. Really, everything will be fine. Everything is fine.

[Alli cries]

Amanda: Oh, Alli. Honey, you got to go to sleep now. Come on.

Lisa's voice: Birds -- around her neck, she has birds. Pretty.

Mary's voice: A necklace. Is she wearing a necklace?

Lisa's voice: Pretty. Birds, pretty. Pretty.

Lisa: A lady with birds around her neck? Not exactly a promising lead.

Mary: Well, it's a child's perception. We'll figure it out.

Lisa: I hope so.

Mary: Lisa, do you have a couple minutes?

Lisa: Well, actually, I want to go find Jamie.

Mary: That's why I wanted to talk to you.

Lisa: Jamie?

Mary: About your relationship with him.

Lisa: You know what's the matter with him?

Mary: When you were under hypnosis last week, you said a couple of things. I don't remember exactly, but it was something -- you said things have gone bad again because it was your fault, because of what you did.

Lisa: Yeah, I know.

Mary: You know those feelings?

Lisa: I haven't led what you'd call a charmed life.

Mary: Meaning what?

Lisa: I was the only child of an awful marriage. My parents only stayed together because of me. My mother was constantly unfaithful and my father and I both knew about it. When I was 14, one of my mother's boyfriends raped me.

Mary: Oh, no. How terrible.

Lisa: I don't mean to sound self-pitying.

Mary: You don't.. I couldn't possibly blame you, though, if you did.

Lisa: I was really messed up for a long time. It's funny. It's easier to talk about it now. That's a good sign, isn't it?

Mary: Yeah. Yeah, it is. Tell me about when your parents died.

Lisa: Well, I came home from school one day and my mother was packing to leave. She was running away with Alan Glaser.

Mary: Oh, I read about that.

Lisa: Right. I called my father at the office and he came tearing home. I don't know what I was trying to save. I should have just let her go. But he jumped in the car with her and they took off. There was an accident and they both were killed.

Mary: And you considered yourself responsible for what happened?

Lisa: I did, until Glaser told me he was the reason my parents died. But I still can't help thinking that if I hadn't called my father, none of it would have happened. And being psychic did not help, either. I had premonitions, but I didn't do anything about it.

Mary: It must have been really hideous for you.

Lisa: I couldn't talk about it to anyone for the longest time, until Jamie. I told him everything about me, and he just took it in stride. And I thought it meant everything would be different, that his love would make everything different. But then I realized that Glaser had killed all of those women because of me.

Mary: No!

No. He had an obsession that had nothing to do with you.

Lisa: That's what Jamie said.

Mary: What happened with Jamie?

Lisa: I wanted everything to be perfect with Jamie, to blot out the past. Then we started having a few problems, and I couldn't handle it.

Mary: What do you mean?

Lisa: Things were coming apart. He had this attraction for Vicky, and -- well, I guess I was always afraid it wouldn't work out anyway.

Mary: Any relationship can have problems. The best relationships can have problems.

Lisa: Mary, why are you saying this?

Mary: Because I don't want you to think that if something goes wrong, it's your fault because you've been bad. That just is not so.

Lisa: I know. Jamie and I are trying to work things out. Something's gone wrong, hasn't it, with Jamie? That's what this is all about, isn't it?

Vicky: Jamie, I'm sorry I messed up like I did. I'm sorry. What?

Jamie: Not again.

Vicky: I don't understand.

Jamie: Sure you do. You play every little dirty trick in the book, and then you play poor little Vicky when you get caught.

Vicky: No.

Jamie: You're not going to manipulate me ever again, Vicky.

Vicky: Is that what you think I'm doing? I'm not --

Jamie: And if that doesn't get you what you want, then you pull out the sex.. And you're good at that, Vicky. Boy, are you good at that.

Vicky: What, am I supposed to feel bad that you want me?

Jamie: No, I do want you. I won't deny that. But I'll get over it.

Vicky: I want -- I love you.

Jamie: You'll have to get over that, too.

Vicky: I can't!

Jamie: I love Lisa. Do you understand that? I love her, and I'm going to marry her.

Vicky: No, Jamie! Oh!

Amanda: Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring if that diamond ring turns brass, mama's gonna buy you a looking glass if that looking glass gets broke, mama's going to buy you a

Man: Is that satisfactory?

Sam: I'm sorry, excuse me?

Man: The contract -- does it meet with your approval?

Sam: Oh, what's not to like? The holding fee itself is more than I made at "Brava" full-time.

Man: Well, we're not really geared up as of yet, but we like to keep talented people like yourself available.

Sam: Well, this should do it.

Man: Does that mean you accept our offer?

Sam: Where do I sign? Thank you, Mr. Marsten.

Drew: Since we're going to be working together, why don't you call me Drew.

Mary: Lisa, please don't go.

Lisa: I want to talk to Jamie.

Mary: There are things that you need to understand.

Lisa: No, I need to see Jamie.

Jamie: Lisa, you're still here. Lisa, I love you. I love you so much.

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