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Another World Transcript Friday 6/18/04
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Proofread by Daniel
Sam: It's perfect! Let's go for a swim.
Amanda: No, something's missing.
Sam: Yeah, the food. Come on, Helen will take care of that. Let's go for a swim.
Amanda: Helen? I planned the menu. I shopped, I chopped, I mixed. All Helen did was suggest a few things here and there. Everything's all ready to serve, and I did it.
Sam: Great. Let's go for a swim.
Amanda: All Helen has to do is heat up a couple of little things.
Sam: Fine. Maybe she'd like to go for a swim.
Amanda: Maybe we need more flowers.
Sam: Come on, let's -- go -- for a swim.
Amanda: What is with you and the swimming today?
Sam: Actually, you know what it is? It's not swimming, it's the swimsuit.
Sam: You know, I have a feeling that this thing -- when it gets wet -- it clings. You think I'm right?
Amanda: I wouldn't know. It's never been in the water.
Sam: Yeah, well, I bet it does, you know? I bet when it gets wet, it sticks and -- clings and all that good stuff.
Amanda: It might.
Sam: Mm-hmm. Enough speculating. Let's find out, shall we?
Amanda: Well, what about your swimsuit? Does it cling?
Sam: Amanda Fowler, you are truly disgusting.
Amanda: I had a good teacher.
Amanda: Well, I still think we should have more flowers.
Sam: All right! I promise, after we go swimming, I will comb the woods for everything that even remotely looks like a flower! Deal?
Amanda: Ok, ok.
Amanda: But --
Amanda: You have to promise to let me get in at my own pace, ok?
Amanda: I don't -- I don't like to go in all at once. Sam!
Sam: Hold your nose, Amanda. Geronimo!
Mitch: Would you stop?
Felicia: Ok, ok. Ok.
Mitch: Just give me 20 minutes, that's all I need. I want to just --
Felicia: Are you crazy? It'll take me that long to convince him.
Mitch: Well, that's good. Why?
Felicia: Why? Drew is not a dummy. I just can't sit him down and say, "Well, Mitch and I have broken up." He's just going to think that we've had a lover's quarrel. Be careful.
Mitch: What do you mean, lover's quarrel? After the things you've said to me? Reagan wouldn't say to the ayatollah.
Felicia: Mitch, get up. Get up! I don't want people to think we're back together. Go on. Get up.
Mitch: A minimum of 20 minutes.
Mitch: I mean, at least 20 minutes.
[Felicia taps glass]
Drew: Hi. I hope I’m not late.
Felicia: No. No, no. You're perfect.
Drew: Oh. Really?
Felicia: Yes. Come on.
Cass: Nora? Nora?
Nora: She's gone.
Nora: Hello, Max.
Cass: Why have you come?
Nora: You called for me.
Cass: No, I -- I didn’t. I -- where's Nicole?
Nora: She left you a note.
Cass: "Gone out. Be back soon."
Nora: Whatever you see in her escapes me.
Cass: I want you to leave her alone.
Nora: What do you mean?
Cass: I mean, a suit of armor that -- that nearly crushed her. I mean, an engagement ring that mysteriously disappeared.
Nora: Don't be angry with me, Max.
Cass: I'm not Max!
Nora: That's the last thing I want is for you to be angry with me.
Cass: I'm going to get out of bed now. Well, would you turn around, please?
Nora: Yes, Max.
Cass: And stop calling me Max. I'm Cass.
Nora: Wherever did you find that woman?
Cass: Her name is Nicole.
Nora: I suppose she is attractive if you like the pert type.
Cass: I don't want to talk about her.
Nora: Good. Neither do I. Let's talk about us.
Cass: That's what we're going to do.
Nora: I love you, Max.
Cass: Um -- with -- listen to me very carefully so I don't keep repeating myself. I'm Cass Winthrop. I'm not Max. I never was Max. Max is somebody entirely different.
Nora: You look just like Max -- the spitting image.
Cass: Yeah, well, does this Max have any distinguishing marks?
Nora: How do you mean?
Cass: You know, birthmark, tattoo, scar?
Nora: Max is unmarked, unblemished perfection, like you.
Cass: Nora, I went to see Sister Theresa.
Nora: Dark curly hair, flashing eyes, and that adorable mustache. Oh, I so wish you'd left it on. It gave you that matinee idol's looks. John Galbraith.
Cass: Nora -- Nora? This is important. I saw Theresa.
Cass: Your chambermaid.
Nora: My maid?
Cass: Don't you remember?
Nora: Little Theresa?
Cass: Not anymore. She's all grown up. She lives in a convent now. She became a nun.
Cass: Yes, and there's more. She claims that Max is still alive.
Nora: Well, of course you are.
Cass: Max -- your Max -- is an old man. He's in his 80’s. He's still alive, and I'm going to find him so that you can finally rest.
Cass: Yes. Nora -- you were murdered. That's why you're not at peace.
Cass: Yes. And I'm going to find out who did it. Would you mind moving a little, please?
Nora: Of course.
Cass: Thank you.
Cass: Oh, boy.
John: Hi. You're early.
Chris: You look great. Yeah, I got here early. I didn't think it would be right to be late for dinner with my boss.
John: No, I guess not.
Chris: You know, I got here early. I had to powder my nose. I have the deadly shiny nose syndrome.
John: Not any more, you don’t. You look great.
Chris: Well, thank you, boss.
John: So, would you like to get a drink?
Chris: Yeah. I'd love some white wine. Oh, look at that view. Can we see the view first?
John: Why not do both? You go out, start the view, and I'll go and get us some wine.
Felicia: Well, it's over. I guess that's the only way to really put it -- "over." That is what it is.
Drew: It's rough.
Felicia: What is?
Drew: Ending a relationship.
Felicia: Oh, yes, that. Oh, yes, it's the worst. You're right.
Drew: Well, you know, if it has to be done --
Felicia: Oh, yes. Oh, yes, it has. I mean, Mitch is a wonderful man. Really wonderful. It's just that he's not right for me.
Drew: I had a similar situation.
Felicia: Did you?
Drew: Just didn't work out.
Felicia: Is -- is that the one with Nicole?
Drew: Yes, we -- I thought we could pick it up where we had left off.
Felicia: Yes. You know, I wrote about that in one of my books. That couple didn't work it out, either.
Drew: Gee, I should have read one of your books.
Felicia: Oh. It wasn't one of my really good efforts. My hero -- he just didn't have any oomph, you know? And now, well, my own life just seems to be going that way. You know.
Drew: Well, there are still some men out there with oomph.
Felicia: Yes. Yes. The problem is, where do you find them, huh?
Drew: Well, an attractive woman like yourself shouldn't have to look far.
Felicia: Oh. Thank you.
Bartender: What can I do for you?
Sharlene: Um, I'm here about work, and I'm here to apply for a job.
Bartender: Well, you have to talk to the boss about that, ok?
Bartender: She's right over there.
Sharlene: Thank you very much. Excuse me.
Felicia: Sharlene, hi.
Sharlene: Felicia --
Felicia: Can I -- can I get you a table?
Sharlene: Actually, no. I'm -- uh -- oh, no. Uh --
Felicia: Sharlene? Wait a minute. Drew, would you excuse me for just a minute? I'll be right back.
Felicia: Sharlene? Honey, what was that about?
Sharlene: It was nothing.
Felicia: You know, you don't know me well enough yet, but that just doesn't work with me. You can tell me right now to buzz off -- I will. Or tell me it's none of my business or -- or that it's too personal, you can't talk about it. I'd understand that. But please, don't tell me that it's nothing. I saw your face out there.
Sharlene: It's complicated.
Felicia: Honey, most things usually are that upset us.
Sharlene: I came here looking for a job.
Felicia: Here at -- at Tops?
Sharlene: Yeah, and then I saw him, and I realized --
Felicia: You saw Drew?
Sharlene: It wouldn't work out for me. It was bound to happen.
Felicia: Look, why don't we start at the beginning? I feel like I'm missing some of the pieces.
Sharlene: I wish I could start at the beginning, but, you know, it just doesn't seem like things work out that way.
Felicia: How do you know Drew?
Sharlene: I think I know him. I -- I don't know, maybe I have him confused with somebody else. Is that his real name?
Felicia: Marsten. Drew Marsten.
Sharlene: What does it matter? Names never did matter.
Felicia: What are you saying? That you know him under a different name?
Sharlene: Look, I never should have come here. I -- I don't want to talk about this.
Felicia: Wait, wait, wait -- you said you were looking for a job, weren't you?
Sharlene: I am, I was, but not here.
Felicia: Sharlene, why? Come on, tell me, why?
Sharlene: Come on, let's face it, Felicia. I'm a little out of my league here.
Felicia: Honey, that's crazy.
Sharlene: No, this is all crazy.
Felicia: If you could just talk to me about Drew -- just tell me. You see, it could be very important. Please?
Sharlene: I knew him.
Felicia: How well?
Sharlene: Too well.
Felicia: Are you saying you were lovers? I'm sorry. I am. I know this is personal, and it really is none of my business.
Sharlene: No, we weren't lovers, not exactly. He was my client back when I was a hooker.
Amanda: Only the best for Mr. Drew Marsten.
Sam: Yeah, well, that's a pretty ambitious menu. And to think, a couple of months ago, you couldn't even make a cup of coffee.
Amanda: Well, I slave in a kitchen for my man.
Amanda: Besides, I’ve made all this stuff before. Well, except for the crabmeat soufflé.
Sam: You're kidding me! You've never made crabmeat soufflé before? Come on, get out of town!
Amanda: Like you have.
Sam: Yeah, of course. I used to knock them off one a day, you know? We're talking, like snacks.
Amanda: Right. Well, why don't you knock one off for me tonight, so I don't have to worry?
Sam: Nah. I like a challenge when I cook. I think the next time I cook something, it'll be something really interesting like beef Wellington.
Amanda: Sounds good.
Sam: Yeah. Except I don't like it in pastry. And that foie gras stuff -- eh. I think I'll grind the meat, put it into patties --
Amanda: I'll have mine medium rare with pickles and relish and a side of fries.
Sam: There you go. Wait a second -- where are you going?
Amanda: I'm going up to the house to check on Alli.
Sam: Wait, wait, wait. I really don't think that you should be running around in that wet, clingy bathing suit.
Amanda: I shouldn't?
Sam: No. I think you should go into the cabana and change out of that wet, clingy bathing suit.
Amanda: The cabana?
Sam: Yeah. As a matter of fact, I’d do it now before you get cold.
Sam: And if you'd like, I could help you out.
Amanda: Would you?
Sam: Yeah. I'm pretty good at that kind of stuff.
Amanda: Do tell.
Amanda: What about your swimsuit?
Sam: It's clingy.
Amanda: Well, let's go!
Sam: Deal. Ow!
Nicole: Anybody here?
Nicole: Oh. I don't believe this.
Nelson: What do you think you're doing?
Nelson: Didn't mean to scare you before.
Nicole: Oh. No, don't worry about it.
Nelson: Can't be too careful these days.
Nicole: Oh. No, I understand.
Nelson: I'll be in back if you need me.
Nicole: Wait -- Nelson?
Nicole: I thought maybe we could talk.
Nelson: What about?
Nicole: Um -- well, I know that you must be very knowledgeable about antiques, and I'm planning to start a collection. Now, this frame, for example. It's extraordinary. I wondered where it comes from.
Nelson: Bought it in England.
Nicole: Oh, really? Well, what were you doing there?
Nelson: Navy took me.
Nicole: Oh, you were a sailor?
Nelson: Had to be.
Nicole: Oh. What do you mean?
Nelson: Couldn't stay here.
Nicole: I see. Well, then you were running away from something?
Nelson: From her.
Nicole: A woman?
Nelson: They're all like that.
Nelson: Every one of them.
Nelson: What a fool I was.
Nicole: Nelson --
Nelson: But I never expected it from her.
Nicole: From who? Nelson, who are you talking about?
Nelson: She was no different. Just like the rest of them.
Chris: Oh, John, look. There's the construction on the new marina. I was too late applying to get a position there.
John: What kind of a job?
Chris: Crew, where I belong.
John: I'll never understand why you're not happy being a secretary. You're the best at it. That billing error that you found the other day saved me hours of work.
Chris: Yeah, well, I'm even better on the crew.
John: You're not going to give up on this one, are you?
Chris: No, I'm not, not until you let me out on that site.
John: Yeah. Yeah, well, we'll see.
Chris: "We'll see"? We will actually see?
John: Yeah, we'll see.
Chris: Oh! Oh, thank you! Fantastic. Now listen, you are not going to regret this. I'll work harder.
John: Hold -- hold it, hold it. You don't have a hardhat on yet.
Chris: Well, when?
John: Well, soon. Soon as I find a first-rate secretary to replace you because that's what you are, first-rate. And that might take a while.
Chris: Which means you're not going to spend any time looking, are you?
John: I'll -- I'll look. I -- I promise I’ll look, but not tonight. Tonight -- I know, tonight we'll pretend that I’m not your boss, ok? Tonight it's just John and Chris. Chris and John. We're here at Tops, and we're going to have a couple of drinks and a nice dinner -- like that, ok?
Chris: Ok. John, Chris would like a little splash of vino.
John: I think we can probably accommodate Chris.
Mitch: Anybody here? Don't you love commercials where everyone shouts a lot?
Felicia: Here you go.
Sharlene: Thanks. I guess that had to come out some time. Things like that, you don't keep them hidden. So I guess your question now is, why did I do it?
Felicia: No. You had to have your reasons. People -- people always do what they have to do.
Sharlene: Yeah, but when you were a kid like I was, sometimes the reasons can be pretty -- pretty dumb.
Felicia: So you were just a kid?
Sharlene: Yeah, maybe not physically, but I was real immature, real dumb.
Felicia: Hey, come on. I wasn't exactly a rocket scientist when I was a kid.
Sharlene: But you weren't a hooker, either.
Sharlene: You know, the funny thing is it was so long ago that sometimes it just doesn't seem like it ever happened.
Felicia: Why do you need to remember that it did?
Sharlene: Coming home -- I guess it's triggered a lot of things. And I guess I didn't realize how much it was on my mind because otherwise, I would never have said anything to you about it.
Felicia: You know, obviously the things that you did say to me, they had to be said. Sharlene, can't you try and let them go? I'll forget about it. Think you can forget about it?
Sharlene: It's the others that may not.
Felicia: You've turned your whole life around. That's really what's all that's important, isn't it?
Sharlene: Yeah. I did.
Felicia: It's sort of a way you live at this moment that really counts.
Sharlene: You're good to talk to, Felicia. I appreciate it. And now I will not take up any more of your time.
Felicia: No, no, now, wait a minute. Where are you going?
Felicia: Without an answer?
Felicia: Didn't you ask something? About work, remember? Didn't you come in here looking for a job?
Sharlene: Yes, but --
Felicia: You start Monday.
Felicia: Mm-hmm. 9:00 sharp, ok?
Sharlene: Are you sure you want to hire somebody like me?
Felicia: Oh, come on. Would you stop? You're an attractive, intelligent woman, and from what I have seen of the farm, I would say that you certainly aren't afraid of a lot of hard work.
Sharlene: You're hiring me?
Sharlene: I don't know what to say.
Felicia: Don't say anything. In fact, if you've got a few minutes, I’ll sort of go through what I want you to do.
Sharlene: Oh, Felicia, I have all the time in the world.
Felicia: Good. If you could just sort of look the whole place over, but especially the kitchen. I have a wonderful crew in there. Except occasionally they do throw a pot or two, usually at me. And I could use somebody that would run interference for me.
Sharlene: Well, I'm a pretty good pot tosser, myself.
Felicia: Yeah, I thought you might be. Come on.
Sharlene: You're quite a lady, Felicia. Thank you.
Felicia: You're welcome. Drew.
Nelson: You see this?
Nicole: Mm-hmm. It's lovely.
Nelson: It was my gift to her. Gave it to her on our wedding day.
Nicole: Gave it to who?
Nelson: My late wife.
Nicole: I see. Oh, and it's a very unusual piece.
Nelson: She never appreciated it. She never appreciated anything I gave her.
Nicole: Nelson, when were you married?
Nelson: January 16. Snowed like blazes.
Nicole: And the year?
Nelson: You know, sometimes it seems like yesterday. But that's it for me, I can tell you.
Nicole: What do you mean?
Nelson: I've had it. I'll never marry again.
Nicole: Oh, no, come on. Never say "never."
Nelson: You women.
Nicole: What about us?
Nelson: Unreliable. Totally charming but completely unreliable.
Nicole: Now wait a minute.
Nelson: You don't know the meaning of the word "loyalty," that's your problem.
Nicole: Well, maybe if you guys gave us a good reason to be loyal.
Nelson: And just what's that supposed to mean?
Nicole: Well, you don't think that men can be a little unreliable themselves?
Nelson: Not the same way.
Nicole: What way is that?
Nelson: Ask your boyfriend.
Nicole: Well, if I could get his attention --
Nelson: You two having problems?
Nicole: One big one.
Nelson: What's that?
Nicole: His wife.
Nelson: He's married?
Nelson: Is she --
Nicole: She's gone. Oh, Nelson, this is so hard to talk about. But I know I can trust you.
Nelson: Of course you can.
Nicole: Well, Cass acts so strangely sometimes. I don't think he's gotten over her.
Nelson: You never do.
Nicole: It was an accident, a plane crash.
Nelson: What a tragedy.
Nicole: He hasn't been himself since it happened. I don't know what to do. Maybe -- maybe that's why he keeps seeing Nora.
Nelson: Poor soul.
Nicole: But the trouble is he thinks I don't understand.
Nelson: But you don’t.
Nelson: Only someone who's been through it can know.
Nicole: Like you?
Priest: Well, hello.
Cass: Father Maximillian?
Fr. Maximillian: There is someone come to see me. I thought the nuns were playing a trick on me.
Fr. Maximillian: Most people call me "father."
Fr. Maximillian: Well, if you prefer. Your name is -- the sister told me, but I seem to have forgotten.
Cass: Winthrop. Cass Winthrop.
Fr. Maximillian: Ah, that doesn't ring a bell, as they say.
Cass: You don't know me, but I know all about you.
Fr. Maximillian: All about me? Well, there's not really much to know.
Cass: Isn't there?
Fr. Maximillian: Well, not much that would interest anyone.
Cass: Oh, you're far too modest.
Fr. Maximillian: Am I?
Cass: You're also a coward.
Fr. Maximillian: Oh. The sisters did put you up to this, didn't they?
Cass: You've been hiding behind that collar.
Fr. Maximillian: I don't find that funny, Mr. Winthrop.
Cass: None of this is funny, father.
Fr. Maximillian: I'm a little too old for these shenanigans.
Cass: You really thought you'd gotten away with it all, didn't you?
Fr. Maximillian: I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.
Cass: Murder is what I’m talking about, Max. You're a murderer.
Fr. Maximillian: You are very much mistaken, young man.
Cass: You have no recollection of a Nora Diamond?
Fr. Maximillian: I absolutely have none.
Cass: Well, it was 60 years ago.
Fr. Maximillian: Well, I'm not senile, Mr. Winthrop. I have an excellent memory. Where was all this supposed to have happened?
Cass: Right here in Haverhill.
Fr. Maximillian: But I never set foot in Haverhill until five years ago.
Cass: Oh, come on!
Fr. Maximillian: I was born, raised, and spent most of life in Downy, California, and there are plenty of folks there that remember me. Would you care to telephone them?
Fr. Maximillian: Downy. In 1928, I was working the soda fountain at a drugstore. It was before I got the call.
Fr. Maximillian: How did it ever happen that -- that you should start thinking that I might be your Max the murderer?
Cass: Well, it was all Sister Theresa’s fault.
Fr. Maximillian: Our sister Theresa?
Fr. Maximillian: Well, she hasn't spoken in over 50 years.
Cass: Well, she wrote me a note.
Fr. Maximillian: Oh. Poor sister. You should have asked us about her, Mr. Winthrop.
Cass: I should have?
Fr. Maximillian: Yeah, she was traumatized at a very early age. Her reality is not as ours is. It's hardly a reality at all.
Cass: My own reality is somewhat questionable at the moment, too.
Fr. Maximillian: How do you mean?
Cass: Well, Nora -- this might sound a little crazy to you -- is a vision. She's a ghost that appears to me. She's young, and she died in pain, in great emotional pain, and her spirit won't rest.
Fr. Maximillian: Well, I'm sorry for her. You, too.
Cass: Well, thank you very much. It would appear that I owe you an apology. I've been grasping at straws, sometimes short ones, and I appreciate your not having thrown me out on my -- rear end.
Fr. Maximillian: If I hadn't stopped pumping iron about a year ago, I just might have.
Nun: Father Maximillian?
Fr. Maximillian: Hmm?
Nun: Chicago on the phone. Ahem. The cardinal.
Fr. Maximillian: The cardinal? Oh. Accused of murder and a call from the cardinal all in the same day? More excitement then I’ve had in years. Goodbye, Mr. Winthrop. And good luck.
Cass: Thank you, father. I'm afraid I’m going to need it.
Fr. Maximillian: Hmm.
Cass: They're lovely roses, aren't they, sister?
Nun: Yes, they are.
Cass: Nothing quite like the smell of roses.
Nun: You can thank our gardener for that. He's a genius when it comes to raise this.
Felicia: No, no. No.
Felicia: Don't you dare. Come here, you.
Drew: Well, I thought you'd forgotten all about me.
Felicia: No, never. I also didn't forget about the wonderful bottle of wine you ordered for us.
Drew: What was that all about?
Felicia: Oh, she -- just a friend.
Drew: Ah. She looked at me like I was Quasimodo.
Felicia: Quasimodo? No. You? Never. But that is a funny line. No, she just thought she recognized you.
Drew: From where?
Felicia: Uh, actually, nowhere. It was a mistake.
Drew: Oh, it must have been. She was a very attractive woman, and I never forget an attractive face.
Felicia: Yes, I would believe that about you. So, may I make a toast? To Drew Marsten, to who and what that would make his life happy.
Chris: So, you and Jason have been pals since you were kids.
John: Oh, pals? Oh, no, not exactly. He just grew up on a farm next to ours. We used to see a lot of each other.
Chris: You used to work on projects together?
John: Mostly we got in trouble together.
John: And we sort of drifted apart and lost touch. I went in the service, and I didn't come back to Bay City until about a year -- year and a half ago.
Chris: My brother never came back. Actually, he was my half brother -- Tony Marchand.
John: Tony Marchand? Tony -- wait a second, there was guy in my platoon named Tony Marchand.
Chris: I know.
John: You -- you know what?
Chris: He respected you so much. He wrote me letters about the platoon, and I still have them.
John: Chris, why didn't you say something to me?
Chris: Oh, for heaven's sake, I didn't want you to think I was going to take advantage of that in order to get a job.
John: I would have given you every advantage under the sun if I’d known that you were Tony’s sister.
Chris: Half sister. That's why our last names are different.
John: Tony Marchand. He was the greatest.
Chris: Yeah, he was.
John: Except he was a lousy poker player. I mean, an awful poker player. His entire paycheck would be gone an hour after the paymaster left.
Chris: He never could bluff. I used to tell him it was because he didn't have the guts.
John: But he sure had the guts to be a good marine. He was the best. Whenever we'd go out in the bush, he'd always take point and volunteer.
Chris: Well, that figures. Oh, he was a crazy kid. He was always laughing, teasing me, driving me crazy.
John: Wasn't he married to a girl who was in the service?
Chris: Yes. Boy, I miss him.
John: So do I. I was with him when he died in Hoi an after a firefight.
John: Damn war.
Chris: You know, when I found out he was dead -- well, missing -- that's when I became militantly anti-war.
John: Militantly anti-war -- I think that's a contradiction in terms.
Chris: Well, whatever.
Chris: I wanted us out of the mess. I did everything I could. I stood in, and I sat in, I laid in. I just wanted to stop the killing.
John: Where was this?
Chris: Home. Texas.
John: Texas? Of course, Texas. We used to kid Tony about his good-old-boy accent.
Chris: Yeah, well, I'm a good old gal. I try to hide the accent, but, you know, sometimes it creeps in.
John: Yeah, it does on occasion. What was it like growing up in good old Texas?
Chris: Oh -- same as growing up anywhere, I guess. I was an average student, I was a cheerleader, I was a babysitter. Hey, did I tell you -- I was able to sit for Mikey last night.
John: No, I didn't know that. Ahem. I haven't talked to my brother in a couple of days.
Chris: Your brother is one decent man.
John: Yeah. Yeah, that he is. They sure broke the mold when they made old Michael Hudson, didn't they?
Chris: And little Mikey? Oh, he's the sweetest boy you could ever hope to see, don't you think?
John: Yeah, he's the greatest.
Chris: I love children. I love their innocence. You know, their souls are still so close to the surface, they haven't been corrupted yet.
John: Listen, could we talk about something else?
Chris: Well, sure. Yeah, we can talk about anything you want. Listen, is it just the subject of kids in general that's off-limits, or is it about Michael and little Mikey?
John: Chris, please.
Felicia: I couldn't talk you into staying for one more glass of wine?
Drew: Well, it doesn't look good if the boss is late for dinner. It's a bad example.
Felicia: Well, let me at least walk you to the elevator.
Drew: All right. You know, I'm glad I met you, Felicia. It's nice to meet somebody in Bay City who is charming and exciting.
Felicia: Thank you. Me, too. How long -- how long have you been here?
Drew: How long have I been in Bay City?
Felicia: No, no, no, I mean in Tops?
Drew: How long?
Felicia: Right. I mean, do you think it's been at least 40 minutes?
Drew: Well, I don't know. I was preoccupied. I never looked at my watch. Why do you ask?
Felicia: Oh, well, I was just thinking so much has happened in such a short amount of time.
Felicia: Ok, Mitch, get out of there.
Mitch: I don't believe this.
Sam: Come on, Amanda. He's a very easygoing guy. I promise, you'll love him, and he'll love you.
Amanda: What else? Tell me something more about him.
Sam: I don't know that much more about him.
Sam: Ok, oh -- um -- he's very straightforward. He's bright, ambitious.
Amanda: Did he ever tell you how he feels about crabmeat soufflé?
Sam: Yeah. We had a long conversation about it. He told me he loves crabmeat soufflé. As a matter of fact, he's building a crabmeat soufflé cellar in his house right at this very moment.
Amanda: Oh, no.
Sam: "Oh, no," what?
Amanda: That's it.
Sam: That's what?
Amanda: The soufflé!
Sam: So take it out!
Amanda: No. You take it out. I'm afraid.
Sam: It's going to be perfect, I promise.
Amanda: Just like tonight.
Sam: Yes, just like tonight.
Felicia: Oh! Good, you made it.
Mitch: What do you have to know around here to get something to eat?
Felicia: I kept him here as long as I could. Did you get in?
Mitch: Yeah, I got in.
Felicia: And? What'd you find out?
Mitch: I found some interesting things.
Felicia: Like what?
Mitch: One very interesting thing.
Felicia: Like what?
Mitch: Marsten has hired a new employee by the name of Sam Fowler.
Mitch: I tried to call him at the loft, but I couldn't get an answer.
Cass: Nora? Nora? Where are you? I need to talk to you. The roses just like at the convent. Nora, I'm calling you, please.
Nora: I knew you'd come back.
Cass: Nora, I need more information on Max.
Nora: What's all this talk about me being murdered?
Cass: I need you to tell me what happened.
Nora: Max -- I mean, Cass -- my death was an accident.
Cass: What are you talking about? Max didn't kill you?
Nora: Oh, good heavens, no. I loved him. He loved me.
Cass: Well, then what happened?
Nora: We were going to run away together. I was waiting for him here in my room. I left a note for my father.
Cass: The note that I found?
Nora: Yes. I waited until everyone was asleep. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. Very quick, determined footsteps coming up the stairs. I panicked. I came out here to the balcony, climbed over. I tried to hang on to the trellis. I lost my footing.
Cass: You fell off this balcony?
Nora: Yes. I never reached Max. He must have thought I’d changed my mind. He must have been so hurt.
Cass: That's it.
Nora: Oh, but it must have been even worse for him when he learned that I'd fallen.
Cass: Nora, Max never knew you died.
Nora: What are you talking about?
Cass: This whole town thinks you ran away to India.
Cass: Yes, your father told everybody that you had left for India that night. No one knew you died.
Nora: Oh, no. Poor Max. That's why I’ve never been at peace for all these years.
Cass: Max thought you'd jilted him. You've been feeling his agony all this time.
Nora: My poor Max. You have to find him for me. He has to know the truth. It really isn't you, is it?
Cass: No, it isn't. But I'll find him for you, Nora, I promise. I'll find Max.
Nelson: She never loved me.
Nicole: Your wife?
Nelson: Why else would she have gone away?
Nicole: She left you?
Nelson: Without a word of warning.
Nicole: Well, tell me about her, Nelson.
Nelson: Such a charming girl. Real beauty, too. I must go.
Nicole: Oh, Nelson, please. You can tell me more. It helps to talk to someone, don't you think? And I'm a very good listener.
Nelson: I've stayed too long.
Nicole: Oh, but, please, Nelson, you said that --
Nelson: I said nothing. Do you understand? Now, I promised the sisters I'd prune those roses. Did you see those beautiful roses in the convent? Come back some time. Be happy to show you.
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