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Another World Transcript Friday 8/27/04

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Mac: That Matthew of ours is really something, isn't he?

Ada: Yep. He's grown from a boy to a young man in less than a year.

Mac: He came over here yesterday with a cheer-up-Mac mission. I was so touched, I almost got emotional.

Ada: What'd he say?

Mac: He wanted to use his free time from school to help us out at "Brava." I told him right now I thought it was better if he concentrated on his studies.

Ada: Well, it isn't a bad idea for him to spend some time at the office.

Mac: Oh, I think he ought to enjoy what free time he has while he's got it.

Ada: Well, the business will be his someday.

Mac: Yeah, if I ever beat back this takeover attempt.

Ada: How's it going?

Mac: Oh, no changes. It really worries me a lot. But, hey, I don't want to bore you with my troubles.

Ada: You could never bore me.

Mac: Well, it bores me. I'd like to talk about Matt's friend Josie.

Ada: How did she get into this?

Mac: He talked to me about her yesterday. He's really got a crush on her, hasn't he?

Ada: Did he tell you that?

Mac: Well, he didn't have to tell me. It was written all over him.

Ada: Have you met her?

Mac: I've seen her a couple of times, but I've hardly spoken to her.

Ada: You should.

Mac: Yeah, I've been thinking that myself ever since Mitchís visit yesterday.

Ada: He did want to talk about Matthew, then?

Mac: Yeah. Mitch thinks Rachelís being a little hard on those kids.

Rachel: He does, does he?

Ada: Well, I've got a million things to do before I go to Maryís place.

Rachel: You can stay.

Ada: No way. The last thing you two need is another opinion.

Rachel: So, you and Mitch think I'm being too hard on Matthew?

Mac: Well, Mitch does. Is he wrong?

Rachel: Why didn't Mitch come to me about this instead of going behind my back to you?

Mac: That's not what he was doing.

Rachel: What's he trying to do, undermine me with Matthew?

Mac: No, Rachel.

Rachel: Well, then why is he doing this? And I don't understand why you're encouraging it.

Jake: Why's it so bright in here?

Vince: So your uncle Vince can read. You know, the bears could be in trouble if that stays out.

Jake: Yeah, I'm going to trouble if I don't get some more sleep.

Vince: What's your problem?

Jake: Is there any coffee around here?

Vince: Yeah, it's on the stove. You know, I haven't been sleeping that well myself since Maryís at that conference in Minneapolis.

Jake: Yeah, I bet your life's a blast, isn't it?

Vince: Anything new between you and Marley?

Jake: Oh, everything was fine until she decided that Vicky needs her company more than I do.

Vince: You think that's some kind of excuse or something?

Jake: No, I mean, Vickyís been in a bad way lately.

Vince: What's wrong with her?

Jake: Look, Vince, Iím going to go back to bed, all right? Nobody should be up this early. I'm going to catch a couple more hours of sleep. Good night.

Marley: All right, now, Victoria, you just laze around in that bed as long as you'd like, and Iíll be back in, say, about half an hour.

[Knock on door]

Michael: Hi.

Marley: Hello, Michael.

Michael: How are you, honey?

Marley: Fine. Victoria didn't tell me you were coming by.

Michael: Well, she didn't know.

Marley: Oh, well, she isn't up yet.

Michael: Oh, that's ok. Maybe I'll talk to you, then.

Marley: No, I was actually just running out the door.

Michael: Well, before you go, why don't you tell me how your sister's feeling?

Marley: Well, she's fine, ok? I just need to go to the grocery, pick up some things for breakfast.

Michael: Fine, I tell you what, why don't I go with you, and then on the way you can tell me why you left Jake and moved in with your sister, ok? Let's go.

Mac: I didn't encourage him to come over. He just showed up. Anyway, don't you think you're overreacting? I'm sure Mitch has only the best of intentions.

Rachel: I don't understand why he didn't come to me. I see him every day at work.

Mac: And he sees how very overworked you are there, maybe. Anyway, it's surely occurred to you taking such a hard line on Matthew may possibly backfire on you.

Rachel: Is that Mitch is saying now?

Mac: No, he didn't say that, Rachel, but we both know that Matthew is just as stubborn as you are.

Rachel: Oh, fine. Now we're going to talk about how stubborn I am?

Mac: Rachel, certain facts have emerged from our many years of marriage. Your being stubborn is one of them.

Rachel: Well, what about you?

Mac: I'm stubborn, too.

Ada: Would you two run up the white flag long enough to tell me if I can do anything for you before I leave?

Rachel: Well, you don't need to. I'm leaving, too.

Mac: Darling, we haven't finished this, you know.

Rachel: I can't, I can't. This is going to have to wait. I have to get to the office. I have an important meeting.

Mac: All right.

Ada: I'll call Liz and tell her to postpone your meeting.

Rachel: Thank you.

Ada: No problem. I'll see you later.

Rachel: That was a really important meeting.

Mac: More important than our son?

Rachel: Mac, that's not fair.

Mac: Look, we've got to treat Matthew like a man if we're going to help him become a --

Rachel: Oh, so now Iím babying him?

Mac: Would you let me finish?

Rachel: Yes.

Mac: He's never going to become a man of any kind of stature unless he has the chance to test himself, Rachel.

Rachel: What are you talking about, testing himself?

Mac: Well, to find out who he is by going through all kinds of experiences without being shepherded through them.

Rachel: He's very young, Mac!

Mac: Well, so were we, and we grew up by going through all kinds of experiences on our own -- things like dates and dancing and concerts and parties, lots of good times.

Rachel: Well, what about the bad times?

Mac: Well, eventually, he'll learn to handle them that way, too. And he'll have the help of the grace he learns by going through the good times, and good times to a young guy, that means girls and first dates and first love --

Rachel: I have nothing against Matthew having girlfriends. I just think he's too young to concentrate on just one right now.

Mac: Well, is that the only reason you have?

Rachel: Well, I -- I also wonder if Josie likes him for the right reasons, or if maybe it's not because of who he is and what he has.

Mac: Well, do you think you could be projecting another situation on this situation?

Rachel: Like what?

Mac: Well, I'm talking about Rachel Davis at 18. Are you maybe seeing Josie the way, say, Russ' mother -- Russ Matthews' mother saw you? I mean, it's just something to consider, isn't it?

Rachel: Josie is much nicer than I was at that age.

Mac: She'll be lucky if she turns out as terrific as you at your age.

Rachel: You don't have to flatter me. You've made your point.

Mac: So you aren't opposed to seeing her?

Rachel: I didn't say that. I think this situation bears a lot of watching. I really have to go.

Mac: All right, dear.

Rachel: I'll see you later.

Mac: Thanks for listening.

Donna: Hmm.

Bridget: Yes. Here we go.

Donna: So how high is it?

Bridget: It's 98.6.

Donna: Bridget, that is impossible. Let me see that.

Bridget: Look, my dear --

Donna: No --

Bridget: Look, you've already taken your temperature three times, and it's normal.

Donna: Well, I just don't understand it because I feel rotten.

Bridget: Well, maybe it's an allergy.

Donna: Why won't you just believe that I am sick?

Bridget: Well, I'll try.

[Donna sighs]

Bridget: Well, I am, dear, I am.

Donna: Oh, no. Well, this means I can't take Mikey to the zoo.

Bridget: Well, of course not. I mean, you wouldn't want him to catch whatever it is you have, my dear.

Donna: No, I wouldn't, but I hate to disappoint him, too. Do you think you could do it?

Bridget: And leave you here, alone, dear, while you're so sick?

Donna: Well, you're right. That wouldn't be a very good idea.

Marley: Good morning.

Bridget: Oh.

Marley: Good morning, Donna. Good morning, Bridget.

Donna: Oh, hi, hi.

Marley: You're not feeling well?

Donna: No, not really.

Bridget: Her temperature is normal.

Donna: No, that thermometer is broken. I know I am burning up. Well, listen, if you don't have to rush off, do you think you could stay and talk for a little bit?

Marley: Sure, I have a little time.

Donna: Good.

Bridget: Well, then I can take Mikey to the zoo.

Marley: Oh, no, please, let me take him.

Donna: No, no, no. You said we were going to talk.

Marley: I know, but I never get a chance to play with Mikey, and I would like to take him.

Donna: No, well, you never get a chance to talk to me very much, either.

Marley: Well, I know, but if I got to take Mikey, I could take him over to Vickyís, and it would really cheer Victoria up.

Bridget: Oh, now, that's a very good idea.

Donna: Well -- it is. It is a good idea. Well, I know -- you and I can still talk while Bridget goes and gets him ready.

Marley: Ok.

Bridget: All right, do that.

Donna: Ok. So, is -- is Victoria still upset with me? I mean, did she say anything?

Marley: Donna, she is going through a very difficult time.

Donna: I know that, and that's why she needs me. She needs her mother right now. But she just won't even return any of my phone calls.

Marley: Well, give her a little time.

Donna: Why do you always defend her?

Marley: Donna, please.

Donna: All right. All right, so let's talk about you, huh?

Marley: Well, I'm fine.

Donna: I -- I feel like you think you're fine.

Marley: What does that mean?

Donna: Honey, I just don't know if it was such a good idea for you to move in with Victoria.

Marley: Why not?

Donna: Well, it's got to be so difficult on you, watching your sister's pregnancy when -- well, honey, when you can't have children of your own.

Vince: Old Bulgarian coin.

[Knock on door]

Vince: Come on in! It's open! Oh, hey, Michael! What are you doing here?

Michael: Well, actually, I came by to talk to Jake. I just found out from Marley that she moved in with Victoria.

Vince: Yeah, every time I mention her to him, he clams up.

Michael: Well, I tried to talk to Marley about it, and I couldn't get a straight answer out of her, either.

Vince: Maybe he'll be more open with you.

Michael: Hope so. Look, can I use your phone?

Vince: Oh, sure. Help yourself. Listen, I'll go get Jake, and then I got to take off. Bye-bye.

Michael: Bye. Nice to see you.

Vince: Nice to see you.

Michael: Yes, Dr. Jamie Frame, please?

Jamie: Dr. Frame.

Michael: Jamie, hi, this is Michael.

Jamie: Oh, hi, Michael. What's up?

Michael: Donna's not feeling too well.

Jamie: What's the problem?

Michael: Listen, I don't know. She's got a headache, fever. Look, I was hoping that you could just stop by the house if you had a chance and take a look at her.

Jamie: Well, right now?

Michael: I'd really appreciate it.

Jamie: Well, I've got a few things to finish up here, but I'll be over soon, ok?

Michael: Thank you, Dr. Frame. I owe you one. Bye.

Jake: Oh, Michael, hi. I thought Vince was using you as an excuse to get me up.

Michael: You need an excuse to get out of bed these days?

Jake: Yeah, looks that way. So how come you interrupted your busy schedule to come see me?

Michael: I was surprised to find out from Marley that she's moved in with her sister.

Jake: Oh, that.

Michael: Yes, that. Now, all Marley would tell me was a bunch of double talk, so I thought maybe you could explain it to me.

Jake: Well, there's really nothing to explain.

Michael: There isn't, huh? Jake, level with me -- is your marriage on the rocks?

Jake: No, Michael, everything's fine with us.

Michael: Are you sure?

Jake: Yeah, everything's ok. If you don't believe me, ask Marley.

Michael: Well, then why would Marley move in with Victoria?

Jake: Oh, man. Vicky and Marley have always been very close, Michael.

Michael: Not that close, Jake, not to where they'd want to live together. Victoria has always guarded her privacy.

Jake: Well, Vickyís gone through a lot of changes recently.

Michael: Changes? What kind of changes, Jake?

Jake: You know.

Michael: No, I don't know. I want you to tell me. That's what I'm doing here! And don't give me any double talk.

Jake: Jamie's engagement to Lisa kind of put Vicky in a tailspin, and Marleyís trying to cheer her up.

Michael: I thought it may have been about a baby.

Jake: What baby?

Michael: Well, since Marley can't have a child, I thought maybe that it affected your marriage.

Jake: No, Michael, that's only one doctor's diagnosis. I mean, you can't go on that. You know that.

Michael: I know that, of course.

Jake: I mean, we'll get a dozen of them if we have to. We're not going to give up.

Michael: I know that, and I'm glad about that. Look, I have to go. I have a division manager waiting for me. I know as little now as I did when I came here, but thanks for your help. Bye.

Amanda: Oh, good.

Rachel: Where's that baby of ours?

Amanda: Mom, you are such an angel for doing this for me.

Rachel: Well, we can't make a habit of this, but I can help you out today.

Amanda: I would've asked Vicky, but I don't think she's feeling very well.

Rachel: Oh. I need to tell you something about Vicky.

Amanda: She's pregnant.

Rachel: You knew that?

Amanda: Yeah, I've -- I've known for a while.

Rachel: Why didn't you tell me?

Amanda: Mom, I really think it's Jamieís place to tell you that.

Rachel: Yeah, it was. He's so upset, he doesn't even know what to say.

Amanda: He doesn't know what to do, either.

Rachel: What does that mean?

Amanda: Mom, he's just really treated Vicky shabbily.

Rachel: Oh, come on, Amanda.

Amanda: Well, he has. He's practically ignored her ever since he found out.

Rachel: He's engaged to Lisa.

Amanda: It's his baby, too.

Rachel: Are you sure about that?

Amanda: Mom!

Rachel: Even if it is his baby, I'm sure he didn't encourage Vicky to get pregnant.

Amanda: It was an accident.

Rachel: Amanda, this is 1988.

Amanda: My pregnancy was an accident.

Rachel: But that was different.

Amanda: I don't see how.

Rachel: You weren't trying to trap Sam into marrying you.

Amanda: You think that's what Vickyís doing?

Rachel: I wouldn't put it past her.

Amanda: You hardly know her.

Rachel: I know her as much as I want to.

Amanda: Mom, she really loves Jamie.

Rachel: That's what she says.

Amanda: Well, I believe her.

Rachel: Even if she does love him, Jamie is engaged to Lisa.

Amanda: So you're taking Lisaís side against Vicky?

Rachel: Lisa will make Jamie a perfect wife. Vicky will give him nothing but misery.

Amanda: You misjudge her.

Rachel: Honey, she has done everything she could to break up Jamie and Lisa. And when that didn't work, she used the oldest trick in the book.

Amanda: I can't believe that you're not more sympathetic to a girl that's facing childbirth all on her own.

Rachel: She's playing on that, Amanda. She's playing on that to get you on her side.

Amanda: No, no, she's not. She's not like that.

Rachel: Well, I guess we just disagree about this.

Amanda: Well, I'm not just going to abandon her after everything that she's done for us.

Rachel: What has she done for you?

Amanda: She saved Samís life. Don't you remember that? And because I'll always be grateful to her for that, I talked to Jamie about spending more time with her.

Rachel: Oh, Amanda, you shouldn't have done that!

Amanda: Mom, she's not the monster that you think she is.

Rachel: Maybe not, but she is a lonely, desperate woman who is making my son miserable, and I can't allow that.

Arnie: And there's a guy who says if the weather's clear

Arnie and Felicia: Can do can do

Felicia: Oh, Arnie, hello!

Arnie: How you doing?

Felicia: What are you doing here? Come in!

Arnie: I'm test-riding some local horses for a trainer pal of mine. He's got a suite two floors down. Hi, Mitch.

Mitch: How are you, Arnie?

Arnie: I'm doing good.

Felicia: You know, this is really -- this is karma that he's here. We're taking your suggestion. We're trying to pull it off.

Mitch: Excuse me, but by any chance did a messenger bring a package for me?

Felicia: Yeah, yeah, right over there on the chest, honey.

Arnie: Which suggestion are you referring to?

Felicia: Our wedding! Remember? Having it at the racetrack.

Arnie: You're kidding!

Felicia: No.

Mitch: Arnie, tell me it's a joke.

Felicia: You said it was a tribute for Wallingford. Now, come on, sit down, sit down. I remember you said that.

Arnie: I remember saying it, but I didn't expect you to go for it.

Mitch: Just make it outrageous enough, she'll go for it.

Felicia: Oh, stop it. Now, don't listen to him. I am thrilled to death you're here. Listen, I was just about ready to call all these tracks. I want to find out who Iím supposed to talk to there.

Arnie: Well, why don't you let me make the calls? I know every track official between Florida and California.

Felicia: Oh, you're the best. Thank you.

Arnie: Just tell me what you want me to say.

Felicia: Well, I need to ask them about renting a pavilion, and I'd like to see if I could have the reception -- now, don't laugh at this -- in the middle, sort of like, you know, the track circling us like a wedding ring.

Arnie: Whatever you want, you got it. All I've got to do is call in a few favors.

Felicia: You're the best. Now, listen, I also need you to give me a list of Wallingfordís racing friends, you know, the guys he hung out with. I'd like to invite them to the wedding. I know he would love that.

Arnie: Oh, that's easy. There's Benny the tout, Pete "one-thumb" murch, short hips O'Toole --

Felicia: I know him.

Arnie: Little Mohammad. You met little Mohammad.

Felicia: Yes, I did, but I also met the other one, O'Toole.

Arnie: Yeah, jimmy the squeeze, Frankie the deacon Ė

Evan: Now, I want you to compare the contract fees with the other 10 publishing --

Liz: Look who's here!

Julie Ann: Oh, Alli!

Evan: Liz, Iím not done with you.

Julie Ann: All 10 publishing houses. Got it.

Evan: Julie --

Julie Ann: I'll get right on it.

Rachel: So there was this man in the elevator and he had a beard.

[Phone rings]

Rachel: So he leaned over to look at her and she reached up and grabbed his beard.

[Ring]

Rachel: She wouldn't stop pulling, and you know how strong her grip is.

[Ring]

[Second phone rings]

Liz: Susie did that when she was 5. She saw this man with a white beard and she said "Santa Claus!"

Rachel: Yes, you've got such a grip. Yes, you do.

[Ring]

Rachel: Going to be a busy girl today.

Donna: What did Marley tell you?

Michael: Marley wouldn't tell me much of anything.

Donna: She didn't say why she moved in with Victoria?

Michael: No, she didn't say a word. Neither did Jake.

Donna: Jake?

Michael: Yeah, I went and saw Jake after I talked to Marley.

Donna: Why would you do that?

Michael: Because I believe in being supportive to our daughters, Donna, and that includes their husbands.

Donna: Well, for your information, only one daughter has a husband.

Michael: Victoria will have one in time.

Donna: Well, she may not have that much time.

Michael: What's that supposed to mean?

Donna: Well, it's just that you know how Jamieís engagement has upset her. I just don't know that she's going to want to look for a husband right away.

Michael: Donna, she'll find the right person at the right time, I'm sure. Don't you worry. Now, look, Iíve got to go up to Washington again to meet with Senator Adams about adopting Mikey.

Donna: I know. I know I should go with you, Michael.

Michael: Well, actually, I think you should go with me. I think senator Adams would do very well to talk to you.

Donna: Yeah, but I don't want to leave Victoria -- not in her condition.

Michael: What condition?

Donna: Michael, you know she's ill.

Michael: Donna, wait a minute. Come on, what's this condition? You're talking about Victoria getting married, her condition --

Donna: I don't know. I didn't say or mean any of that.

Michael: No, you did! You certainly said all of that. Now, what's going on? Either you tell me or I'll go ask Victoria right now. You want me to do that?

Donna: No. Michael, Victoriaís pregnant.

Michael: She's what?

Donna: She's pregnant.

Michael: Wait a minute, Victoriaís -- whose baby is this?

Donna: Jamieís.

Michael: Jamie? Well -- well -- what's she going to do, Donna?

Donna: I don't know.

Michael: What's Jamie going to do?

Donna: I don't know. He says he's going to marry Lisa, but not if I can help it!

Michael: I don't believe this. Well, when did this happen, Donna? I mean --

Donna: I've -- I've known for about two weeks.

Michael: You've what? You've known for two weeks? Two weeks? Why didn't you tell me?

Donna: Because -- because you were going through all of this adoption stuff with Mikey and this Drew Marsten case. Michael, I just wanted to find the right time to tell you because I knew how upset you'd be.

Michael: Upset? Yes, Iím upset, Donna!

Donna: I'm sorry!

Michael: I am very upset! It's my daughter! She's -- what, Bridget?

Bridget: Well, I didn't mean to interrupt. It's just that Dr. Frame just called a few minutes ago. He said he was coming over here to check you over -- I mean, if it was convenient.

[Knock on door]

Amanda: Evan.

Evan: Hello, Amanda.

Amanda: Didn't Sam tell you?

Evan: Tell me what?

Amanda: From now on, if I need anything from the office, he'll be the one to bring it home to me.

Evan: Yes, he did tell me that, but I'm here on a different mission.

Amanda: And what mission is that?

Evan: Well, may I come in?

Amanda: You know, Evan, I really am quite busy right now.

Evan: I won't be here long. I'm here to talk about Sam.

Amanda: Really?

Evan: Yes, after we talked about his paintings, I spoke to one of the art dealers that I mentioned.

Amanda: Oh, that was really nice of you.

Evan: Now, I took the liberty of inviting her over here to meet with me to take a look at Samís work.

Amanda: When is she coming?

Evan: Any minute.

Amanda: No!

Evan: Listen, I tried calling over here and there was no answer. I talked to your mother. She said you were at the library doing research. I called over there. They said you'd just left, so I just took a chance on catching you.

Amanda: Well, you really tracked me down.

Evan: Well, this is important to Sam, and Ms. Stafford's schedule is tight, but she insisted on seeing the paintings after I described them to her.

Amanda: They're not in any kind of order or anything!

Evan: Well, I tell you what, just relax. Why don't I help you do that till she gets here?

Amanda: Ok, great. Just stack them up and Iíll try to make some room.

Evan: Boy, this one is really extraordinary. I remember this from last time.

Amanda: Oh, that's one of my favorites, too.

Evan: Put that one there.

Amanda: Ok.

Evan: Put this one right beside, up here.

Amanda: Here, I'll take that.

Evan: Put that over there.

Amanda: Great.

[Knock on door]

Amanda: Don't tell me.

Evan: Shall I get it?

Amanda: Sure.

Evan: Just relax.

Amanda: I'm so nervous.

Woman: Evan, darling.

Evan: Ms. Stafford. I'd like you to meet the artist's wife. Amanda, this is Caroline Stafford. She's from Sydney, Australia.

Amanda: Hello, Ms. Stafford.

Caroline: Caroline, please. Um -- where's Mr. Fowler?

Evan: Well, he doesn't know that you're here.

Caroline: Why not?

Evan: Well, I just felt it would be best to delay that until after you've seen his work. So why don't you come over here.

Caroline: Ok.

Amanda: Evan, this is so nice of you. How can I ever thank you? My doctor was proud of the surgery.

Vicky: Oh, beautiful.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: Yeah, who is it?

Michael: Your father.

Vicky: Nails were too short, anyway. Ha! Hey, dad. Coming, coming. Hi. Come on in.

Michael: We got to talk.

Vicky: Oh, that's too bad. You just missed Jake and Marley. They went to the park with Mikey.

Michael: Good, then we can talk alone.

Vicky: All right.

Michael: It's just -- I don't know how to start.

Vicky: You know.

Michael: Your mother told me.

Vicky: I didn't want you to hear it from mom.

Michael: Well, then why didn't you tell me yourself?

Vicky: Because I knew I couldn't stand the look in your eyes. I was right. You hate me, don't you?

Michael: Oh, no. Honey, the same thing happened to your mother. I couldn't hate you, ever.

Vicky: So you're angry.

Michael: No, I'm not even angry. I really don't know what Iím feeling, but Iím not angry, especially at you.

Vicky: Good. Because I can handle mom's anger, but I don't think I could handle yours at the same time -- not now, anyway.

Michael: Look, I know how difficult -- aw. I know how difficult this must be. And it's going to get more difficult. So I want you to know that nothing could ever make me stop loving you and that Iíll be here for you and I will help you in any way I possibly can.

Vicky: You don't know how much I needed to hear you say that.

Michael: Look, what are you going to do? You got any plans?

Vicky: I'm going to keep the baby, if that's what you mean.

Michael: You going to raise this baby yourself?

Vicky: If I have to.

Michael: But you don't want to.

Vicky: Dad, I want Jamie to marry me.

Michael: Why, just because he's the father?

Vicky: Stupid of me, isn't it?

Michael: No, no, it's -- I think that every woman would hope for the same thing, and I would hope that every man would feel some responsibility.

Vicky: Yeah, oh, well, Jamie doesnít. He's still marrying Lisa. This whole situation is so impossible, so frustrating.

Michael: Ok, look, I'm going to see what I can do about this, all right?

Vicky: No, dad, don't do that.

Michael: Yeah, look, don't ask me to not get involved here.

Vicky: No, I wish you wouldn't.

Michael: All I'm going to do is ask Jamie what his intentions are.

Vicky: You're -- you're only going to make things worse.

Michael: Honey, things couldn't get much worse.

Vicky: Yes, you -- you don't understand what I've been up against. Lisa has people lined up against me.

Michael: Who?

Vicky: Oh, only her friends, family, Jamieís family --

Michael: No, who specifically?

Vicky: All right. Felicia was here the other day, calling me names, and then Rachel came in a little while after her, told me that it's not Jamieís baby and that it could be just about anyone's. I can't even pick up the phone. I can't -- I can't face these people anymore.

Michael: All right. You won't have to face these people alone ever again. You'll face them with me from now on. Don't you worry. And the first thing I'm going to do is make sure Jamie takes some responsibility for what he's done.

Arnie: It's great chow. Where'd you find the chef?

Felicia: Actually, I didn't. Wally did. Heaven knows where he got him. Sometimes I think he's from a funny farm. He makes me so crazy, this guy, but you're right, he's a very good chef.

Arnie: You know, Wally could pick them, I tell you -- horses, chefs, and, present company definitely included, friends.

Felicia: You know, there were times that he used to take Jean Paul to the racetrack -- that's the chef -- and he said he finally had to give it up because the guy got so excited that it made him crazy.

Arnie: Too excited for Wally must have been pretty excited.

Felicia: Really.

Arnie: So which track do you have in mind for the big event?

Felicia: Well, I don't know. I was sort of hoping that you would help us choose.

Arnie: Well, let me give a few toots on the horn.

Felicia: Not now. Finish your dinner.

Arnie: No, I don't mind. I'd rather do it while Iím thinking about it.

Felicia: All right. Thank you. I wish Cass were here. You know, he's got to convince Nicole about having a double wedding.

Mitch: Felicia, I wouldn't count on that.

Felicia: No, no, he sort of warmed up to the suggestion when I made it.

Mitch: I was talking about Nicole. I mean, it might be that she might not even want to marry the guy.

Felicia: Why do you say that?

Mitch: It seems to me she's getting a bit impatient with his devil-may-care number.

Felicia: No, I don't think so. You know, that is the thing that attracted her in the first place to him.

Mitch: There's a limit to carefree attitude.

Felicia: Are you talking about Nicole, or maybe you're talking about yourself?

Mitch: I'm talking about Nicole. Nobody else.

Felicia: I just, you know, was wondering if maybe my carefree attitude was starting to get to you. Oh. Yeah. That's what I thought. Well, Mitch, you really hate the idea of having a wedding at a racetrack, don't you?

Mitch: It bothers me.

Felicia: Honey, I don't understand, really.

Mitch: It's personal.

Felicia: Personal? What's personal? You can't tell me what's bothering you?

Mitch: Look, racetracks are fine. I've got nothing against them for people like you and Cass, but for me, it's just --

Arnie: Look, I got a couple of guys working on the local tracks to check out availability, facilities, and everything. They'll get back to me, I'll get back to you.

Felicia: Great. Thank you, Arnie.

Mitch: Look, I'm going to go in the other room and let you two finish talking. I've got some work to do.

Evan: You see how big this operation is? And this brings us right back to go.

Caroline: Listen, this is quite a place you've got here. Thanks for the tour.

Evan: It was my pleasure.

Liz: How long will the baby nap, you suppose?

Rachel: A couple of hours, if we're lucky.

Liz: Oh, I haven't been around babies in so long. She is just enchanting.

Evan: Excuse me. Mrs. Cory?

Rachel: Shh, shh, shh. We've got a sleeping baby.

Evan: Ok, I'm sorry, but I'd like you to meet someone.

Rachel: Yes, of course.

Evan: Caroline Stafford, this is Rachel Cory.

Rachel: Hello.

Caroline: I know you as Rachel Davis.

Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry. Have we met before?

Caroline: No, but Iíve admired your sculpture for years.

Rachel: Oh. I'm flattered that you remember. It's been years since Iíve exhibited.

Caroline: Well, I was only talking last week to one of my young friends. Your work's still talked about.

Evan: You see, Ms. Stafford is an art dealer.

Rachel: Oh.

Liz: Ahem.

Rachel: Excuse me. This is a friend and associate, Liz Matthews. Caroline Stafford.

Caroline: Oh, hello.

Liz: I have two Rachel Davis sculptures. She gave them to me as presents.

Caroline: Oh, Ms. Matthews, you're very fortunate. I mean, they're really worth a lot of money now.

Evan: Would you just excuse me for a moment? Can I have a word with you, please?

Rachel: Yes, certainly.

Liz: I have one fabulous piece. It's title "woodwind."

Caroline: You own that?

Liz: Yes.

Caroline: I've only seen photos.

Liz: Oh, it's in my foyer. You walk right in and --

Caroline: Look, if you ever consider selling it, please --

Liz: Sell? Sell something of Rachelís? I wouldn't dream of it.

Caroline: Well --

Liz: Oh, Ms. Stafford, perhaps you'd care for a cup of tea?

Caroline: That would really hit the spot.

Liz: Let me show off our cafeteria.

Evan: This may be a touchy subject to broach to a proud grandmother.

Rachel: Is this about Alli?

Evan: Yes. Do you think her being with you disrupts office routine?

Rachel: Evan, my family life doesn't stop at my office door.

Evan: I know, but see --

Rachel: This won't be a habit. Amanda was full up with research work she had to do and she couldn't get a sitter. Why are you making an issue of it?

Evan: Well, I'm not. I just think there has to be an alternate solution to this babysitting problem.

Rachel: Yes, I understand, we do need a solution to it. At the moment, I -- wait a minute, there might be a solution. My husband has a lot of free time right now, and he could certainly use something to lift his spirits. Maybe he wouldn't mind spending time with Alli.

Evan: That's a great idea. That would leave you and Amanda free to do your work.

Rachel: I think he might love it.

Evan: It's just a thought. Why don't you excuse me? I have a meeting Iím late for.

Rachel: Yes, certainly. Hmm.

Bridget: Dr. Frame, come this way, please.

Jamie: Thank you. Donna.

Donna: Jamie. Thank you, Bridget.

Jamie: So, what seems to be bothering you?

Donna: Actually, you are, Dr. Frame.

Jamie: I beg your pardon?

Donna: I really didn't want Michael to call you, but now that he has and you're here, I have a few things that I would like to say to you.

Jamie: I suggest you get another doctor.

Donna: And I suggest you don't leave this room because I'm not through with you!

Michael: Well, well, well. Bridget told me you were here.

Jamie: On my way out, actually.

Michael: Not until you give me an explanation that you owe me about Victoria.

Jamie: I don't owe anyone anything.

Michael: The hell you don't, Jamie.

Jamie: Excuse me.

Michael: No, you're not going anywhere until you tell me what you intend to do about that baby of yours my daughter is carrying.

Jamie: I don't know that myself.

Michael: Well, you'd better make up your mind soon!

Jamie: I will make up my mind. But neither you nor your wife will force me to marry someone I don't love.

[Classical music plays]

Rachel: Your granddaughter gets more attention than any baby Iíve ever known.

Mac: Even your own?

Rachel: All babies are miraculous, but ours are more so.

Mac: Ada thinks I should spend more time with the children.

Rachel: Why don't you?

Mac: I don't think I'd make very amusing company, Rachel.

Rachel: Oh, darling, you might surprise yourself. With Alexandra, you don't have to do much at all. You can just sit there and be quiet and count your blessings and not say a word because she carries on a conversation all by herself.

Ada: Your granddaughter's been wondering when you're going to take her out in her stroller.

Mac: Oh, I'm going to do that, but not today, Ada.

Ada: Why not? It's still daylight. She's been bathed and changed and fed, and all you have to do is make funny faces and let her grab your fingers.

Mac: Well, they have accidents, don't they?

Ada: Yes, they have accidents. When they have accidents, we carry extra diapers in the tote bag, see? When they have an accident, let me show you.

Mac: You're so sleepy, baby. Yes, you look sleepy, my darling.

Ada: When that happens, you just reach in here and you take one of these extra diapers, and you take the one she has on off and you put this one on.

Mac: Ada, I could never do this all right.

Ada: You couldn't? Women have been doing this for centuries. I never thought a daughter of mine would marry a coward.

Mac: Hey, hold it, hold it.

Ada: Oh, well, maybe he just isn't experienced in some things.

Mac: Now, wait a minute, Ada. I raised four children, you know.

Ada: Mac, you didn't raise them. You watched Rachel raise them. And before that, with Iris, you had a governess.

Mac: Well, I did what every father does.

Ada: Well, then why are you trying to back out of taking her out?

Mac: I am not backing out.

Ada: Put up or shut up.

Mac: All right. Come on, my sweet lovey-dove. We'll show these skeptics who can take you for a walk, won't we? Yes.

Rachel: Hi!

Mac: Now, let's get you into your stroller --

Rachel: Yes, sir.

Mac: And let's get us both out of here. How does this dumb thing work?

Rachel: Mac?

Mac: What's the matter with it?

Rachel: Mac?

Mac: Huh?

Rachel: I'll do it.

Mac: Oh. Hold it. Yes. Come to your beloved, my beloved.

Rachel: Ok, see, there's a little lever here. You just go like that --

Mac: Well, why didn't you say so?

Rachel: Then you snap it --

Mac: Nobody tells me about these things. Ok, now, dumpling --

Rachel: Hi, cutie pie!

Mac: Let's get ourselves out of here and out of the middle of all this to-do.

Rachel: Well, wait a minute, wait a minute -- don't you want to put the dumpling in the stroller, grand-dumpling?

Mac: Precious. Yes. Aren't you happy to leave them and be sequestered with me?

Rachel: Bye! Bye-bye!

Mac: Say bye-bye.

Rachel: Bye-bye!

Mac: Say bye-bye.

Rachel: Bye-bye, you smiley thing!

Mac: Ada, wouldn't you like to go for a walk with us?

Ada: My feet are killing me. I've been on them all day.

Mac: Ada? Please? Just until I raise the level of my confidence.

Ada: Well, ok. Just in case the stroller collapses.

Mac: Or I do.

Rachel: Have fun, you guys. Darling, you know, you'd find it easier if you were to put the baby in the stroller.

Mac: Oh, is that what it's for?

Rachel: Have fun.

Michael: Well, he obviously doesn't care about Vickyís situation at all.

Donna: Well, I'm sure he got that from his mother.

Michael: You know, Victoria said that Rachel tried to blame this whole thing on Vicky.

Donna: What?

Michael: Yeah, she said Rachel came over the other day, barged in, said that the baby could be anyoneís.

Donna: That's it. That's it. I am going over there and straighten her out.

Michael: Wait a minute, I thought you were sick.

Donna: No, I feel much better now. I mean, how dare Rachel Cory try to ruin my daughter's reputation! She has no right to point a finger, not after the life she's led, Michael!

Michael: Donna, think about this.

Donna: No! No, don't try to stop me on this. I am not going to let Rachel Cory or anyone else make Victoria any more miserable than Jamie already has!

Ada: More the merrier. Ah. Good. Let's sit down for a while. She's getting a little fidgety, and my feet are --

Mac: Great idea. Then I get a chance to hold her. Oops. Mustn't lose that. We might need it. We might need it. Yes. Yes.

Ada: Ok.

Mac: Come on, now. A little different position.

Ada: There we go.

Mac: Don't you like that?

Ada: She sure does love her grandpa.

Mac: Yes, oh, her grandpa sure loves her. You know, you were right, Ada.

Ada: What about?

Mac: Me getting more involved with the children.

Ada: Well, they're lucky to have you.

Mac: I hope they always feel that way.

Ada: Why shouldn't they?

Mac: Well, you never know what's going to happen to me.

Ada: Don't say it. Everything's going to be all right.

Mac: I hope so. I want this little angel to remember her grandpa as a successful publisher, not as a convicted murderer.

Liz: She is going to be a model, a cover girl!

Julie Ann: An actress. I can see it now -- "and the winner is Alli Fowler."

Liz: And we knew her when --

Julie Ann: Changed her diapers.

Liz: Oh, I warmed her bottle.

Evan: You're leaving already?

Liz: "Already"? We worked a half-hour past quitting time.

Evan: You know, I am so sorry. I had no idea it was so late.

Liz: That's all right. We won't charge you overtime. Good night.

Julie Ann: Good night, Mr. Bates.

Evan: You ladies get home safe.

Liz: I will. Oh, Ms. Stafford, you came back.

Caroline: Oh, I've got a dinner appointment with Mr. Bates.

Liz: Oh?

Caroline: Thanks for the tea, anyway.

Liz: Oh, it was a pleasure meeting you.

Caroline: Well, then. Done yet?

Evan: Oh, just a second, ok? Just take care of this. Now, I want to know what you really think of Mr. Fowler's work.

Caroline: Look, it's certainly bold. It's colorful, it's emotional, but it's a little bit too emotional.

Evan: Come on.

Caroline: I mean, look, there's not enough shading or nuances.

Evan: That's art dealer lingo.

Caroline: Look, it's not the kind of work I handle.

Evan: Ok, say you handle it, say you take him as a client. It would just make things easier for me here.

Caroline: I had a feeling it might.

Evan: Both professionally and personally.

Caroline: Look, I'm sure it would be wonderful for you, dear, but it's going to cause a headache for me.

Evan: Well, I've caused you headaches in the past and it's only made us better friends.

Caroline: Don't soft-serve me, Evan.

Evan: Oh, come on, there will be times when you need a favor from me, just like you have in the past.

Caroline: All right. I'll do it. Anyway, Samís work is not that bad. And one never knows in the art world, does one? One never knows.

Rachel: How did you get in?

Donna: Oh, your housekeeper knows we're old friends.

Rachel: Donna, Iíve had a very long day.

Donna: Well, hell, haven't we all?

Rachel: I wouldn't like to end it on an unpleasant note.

Donna: That's odd, since you don't seem to mind causing unpleasantness for others.

Rachel: What are you talking about?

Donna: How dare you make such ugly insinuations about my daughter.

Rachel: I said what I believed to be true.

Donna: No. No, you said what you wished were true, but it isnít.

Rachel: Donna, Victoria has been throwing herself at Jamie for months now.

Donna: She trusted him, and he took advantage of her.

Rachel: Oh, I don't think anyone takes advantage of Vicky.

Donna: You know, I really don't care what you think because the truth is she is carrying Jamieís baby.

Rachel: If that is Jamieís child, it's up to Jamie to decide whether or not he wants to marry her.

Donna: Rachel, don't stand in my way.

Rachel: Donna, don't encourage your daughter to use the oldest, most pathetic trick in the book to take a man away from the woman he loves.

Donna: Hmm. As you did yourself before Jamie was born?

Rachel: Donna, both of us have done things that we are not proud of, but I can't stand around and watch my children make the same mistakes.

Donna: It's a little late for the moral-mother act, isn't it?

Rachel: I'm not acting, Donna. I'm trying to do the best I know how to do. Now, you're the last person in the world who ought to be throwing stones at me or anyone else.

Mac: What's going on in here?

Rachel: Nothing. Donna's just leaving.

Donna: That's right, I am leaving. But believe me, you haven't heard the last of this. Any of you.

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