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Another World Transcript Monday 11/1/04

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[Music plays]

Vicky: Oh!

Bridget: Victoria! What have you done to you?

Vicky: Oh, hey. It's the newest thing, Bridget -- maternity buckskin. What do you think? Ooh.

Bridget: Victoria!

Vicky: I know the volunteers did a thing for the kids who had to stay through the holidays at the hospital.

Bridget: Oh, that's where you've been ever since early this morning, eh?

Vicky: Yeah. You know, I did have to do a little explaining about that Captain John Smith, you know?

[Knock on door]

Bridget: Oh, Victoria.

[Knock]

Vicky: You remember when you told me that? Oh, I'll get it, don't worry.

Bridget: All right, dear.

Vicky: Hello, hello, hello!

Donna: I'm not even going to ask why you're dressed like that.

Vicky: Come on in.

Bridget: Mikey!

Donna: There you go. Hi, Bridget.

Vicky: Hey, baby! How! How's your Thanksgiving?

Donna: Isn't he adorable?

Vicky: So groomed, and so are you.

Donna: Oh, thank you. Wait a minute. Why is the table set? You know we have an invitation at the McKinnon’s'.

Bridget: Oh. Well, Mikey, come on with me now. Come on, step down. There we go. I'm going to take you up to the kitchen. I've got a big box of cookies up there for you, freshly baked, yes.

Vicky: Bridget -- chicken.

Bridget: Come on then, there we go.

Donna: Well, come on! You've got to go get changed. We don't have that much time if we're going to get over there.

Vicky: It doesn't matter.

Donna: Well -- well, all right, if you really want to wear that. I mean, I guess we can come up with some excuse. What, a political statement or something? I don't --

Vicky: No, I'm not going, Mother.

Donna: What do you mean, you're not going?

Vicky: I'm not going to the McKinnon’s' or anyplace else for Thanksgiving.

Sharlene: Ok. Well, that was your uncle Jason. He's 30 miles from town. The roads are too bad, and he might not make it.

Josie: Oh, no!

Sharlene: Oh --

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Hey.

John: Oh.

Josie: Happy Thanksgiving.

John: Hi.

Josie: I'm glad to see you made it safely.

Sharlene: Hello.

John: Well, that old truck of mine's made it through worse snow than this. Here, I bought a pie at the bakery.

Sharlene: Look at you.

John: I hope it's not an insult.

Sharlene: No, it's -- it's fine.

John: Ugh.

Sharlene: Hey, aren't you forgetting something?

John: What?

Sharlene: Your mother.

John: Mom?

Sharlene: Yeah. You were supposed to pick her up at the airport.

John: Come on, what do I look like, a taxicab? Sharlene: John --

John: I -- just kidding. The airport's closed because of bad weather. I talked to my mom. She's going to stay in Florida until after the holidays.

Sharlene: Well -- well, there's certainly going to be plenty to eat.

Josie: Yeah, it looks like it's just going to be the three of us.

Rachel: Oh, Vivien, we're having sorbet between the fish and the fowl course.

Vivien: Yes, ma'am.

Rachel: And a different wine with each course, and the list is in the kitchen.

Vivien: Yes, ma'am.

Rachel: Actually, you better ask Hilda, because she probably knows where the --

Vivien: I can find it myself.

Rachel: All right, Vivien. The champagne will be after the pumpkin soufflé.

Vivien: Very excellent.

Rachel: Any questions?

Vivien: Will there be nine or 10 at table?

Rachel: I wish I knew.

Vivien: Thank you, ma'am.

Rachel: Do I look ok?

Ada: Don't get gravy on that lame.

Rachel: We're not having gravy.

Ada: I know. We're having goose and pumpkin soufflé.

Rachel: Don't start with me. I've got a lot on my mind.

Ada: Matthew will be here. Don't worry about it.

Rachel: I hope so. He's never missed yet.

Ada: Hope he gets here before the soufflé falls.

Rachel: Don't start.

Ada: God forbid we should serve Iris my good old-fashioned pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving -- more Thanksgivings than this whole family can remember.

Rachel: I'm not doing this because of Iris.

Ada: Oh, of course you're not.

[Doorbell rings]

Rachel: I'm doing this because it's my family and I want --

Vivien: I got it!

Rachel: Everything to be perfect.

Vivien: Hi, Matt.

Ada: Off to a good start.

Rachel: Oh, honey, I'm so grateful you're here!

Matt: Happy Thanksgiving.

Vicky: I just don't feel much like celebrating, that's all.

Donna: Well, now I don't understand you at all.

Vicky: That's happened before.

Donna: I thought you would be thrilled that Jamie has left Lisa.

Vicky: So, you heard about that, huh?

Donna: Yes, I did, but not from you, of course.

Vicky: Well, you can stop all your planning, because no matter what happened between the two of them, it doesn't change what's going on with Jamie and me.

Donna: But, honey, I thought that --

Vicky: Yes, I thought, too. But I've hardly even seen him.

Donna: But he followed you to Majorca, you came back with him --

Vicky: I should have stayed there and never come back.

Donna: No. Don't you dare say that. Just give him some more time. He'll come around.

Vicky: I don't want to talk about this, ok?

Donna: Great. You sound like Rachel Cory.

Vicky: What?

Donna: Um -- you know, I think I'm going to go get Mikey and we'll just be on our way.

Vicky: Oh, no, no, no. I want to hear why you think I sound like Rachel.

Donna: I thought you didn't want to talk about it.

Vicky: I want to talk about why you think I sound like Rachel Cory.

Donna: All right, all right. I went over to have a little talk with Rachel. I don't even know why I bothered. I mean, she was as unreasonable as ever.

Vicky: What kind of talk?

Donna: Well, I told you that I had heard that Jamie had broken off --

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Donna: With Lisa, so I thought -- and Iris -- Iris really led me to believe --

Vicky: What did you tell her, Mother?

Donna: I don't want to tell you, because you're going to be furious.

Vicky: Tell me.

Donna: I told her that I thought we should plan the engagement party.

Vicky: The engagement party?

Donna: Yeah.

Vicky: Mother, how could you do that?

Donna: Well, I guess I was a little premature.

Vicky: "Premature"? Rachel Cory hates me. If I wasn't pregnant with her son's baby, she would run over me with a car. She wouldn't have a party if I got engaged to him. She -- she would have a wake.

Donna: I'm sorry. I just misunderstood.

Vicky: Oh. I am so embarrassed.

Donna: Well, you shouldn't be, and I'm not, because you and Jamie belong together, and I'm not embarrassed to say that.

Vicky: Just go to the McKinnon’s', Mother. I'm sure they're waiting for you.

Donna: But, honey, I don't want to leave you alone here.

Vicky: I'm not alone. Bridget's here.

Donna: But that's not the same thing.

Vicky: We've spent a lot of Thanksgivings like this. We're getting good at it. Sorry. I guess that was a cheap shot.

Donna: No. No, I'm very sorry that I interfered. I'll just go get Mikey and be on our way.

Vicky: Wait a minute. Mikey likes pull toys.

Donna: Well, of course he does. He pulls the dental floss around by the string.

Vicky: Yeah, well, I thought the McKinnon’s might not have any toys, so if he gets cranky, just give that to him.

Donna: When did you have time to go buy this?

Vicky: Oh, I saw it in the catalog and ordered it. It was no big deal.

Donna: Well, it is to me. You know, I just realized that your child is going to have something that you didn’t.

Vicky: What?

Donna: The most wonderful mother in the world.

[Marley hums]

Marley: Oh.

Jake: Happy Thanksgiving.

Marley: You finally woke up, I see.

Jake: Are you kidding? I was awake. I was just hoping that you would come back to bed.

Marley: You -- I was helping Vince and Mary.

Jake: Well, you seem like you're all done now, right?

Marley: No -- almost.

Jake: Well, why don't we shed our clothes, go back up into the bedroom, and have a little Thanksgiving celebration of our own?

Marley: Can you postpone it until tomorrow morning?

Jake: Oh, come on.

Marley: It's just that my temperature was down, and if we wait until tomorrow, then maybe we can make a baby. Ok?

Jake: It won't hurt us to try two days in a row?

Marley: Yes, it would. Now, the doctor said that if I can postpone it till a couple of days until I'm fertile --

Jake: I know, I know, I've heard it all before. It increases my sperm count.

Marley: Right.

Jake: I hate making love by a calendar.

Marley: Oh, sweetie, so do I.

Jake: But if it helps us make a baby --

Marley: You really understand.

Jake: Honey --

Marley: What?

Jake: That is what I want, too -- to have a baby.

Marley: I love you.

Jake: I love you. Tomorrow morning, I am setting the alarm.

Marley: Tomorrow morning you won't have to.

Jake: Mmm.

Matt: I didn't want to ruin your Thanksgiving.

Rachel: Oh, darling, I'm so glad you got here. We have a lot of catching up to do.

Matt: Yeah. Grandmother, you look great, as usual.

Ada: Not too shabby yourself.

[Doorbell rings]

Matt: I've missed you.

Ada: This house isn't the same without you, my man.

Vivien: Hi!

Felicia: Hi.

Mitch: Happy Thanksgiving.

Rachel: Happy Thanksgiving to you.

Felicia: Yes. Hello, Rachel.

Rachel: Don't you look pretty.

Felicia: Thank you. You do, too. You look wonderful. What -- thank -- thank you. You want to tell me what's happening with Hilda and Vivien?

Rachel: What?

Felicia: Well, I mean, you saw them with the coats.

Rachel: I know.

Felicia: And they don't seem very friendly.

Rachel: I know. I really need this now, you know?

[Felicia chuckles]

Mitch: Hi, Ada.

Ada: Hi, Mitch.

Mitch: How are you, son?

Matt: Hi, Mitch.

Ada: Let's get some punch, ok?

Felicia: Everything looks so elegant.

Rachel: Thank you. Mom?

Felicia: Hi, Ada.

Ada: Hi.

Felicia: How are you?

Mitch: Matthew, any word from the tennis team?

Matt: Yeah. I made the team.

Mitch: You did? That's terrific. I'm proud of you.

Matt: Yeah. Listen, I'm going to get some punch, ok?

Felicia: Hi, Matthew.

Matt: Hi.

Rachel: He's just going through the motions.

Mitch: You know, he really doesn't seem to care who he hurts, does he?

Rachel: I'm trying not to crowd him. It's taking every ounce of willpower.

Mitch: I know what you mean.

Felicia: Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Hilda: You're welcome.

Felicia: It's wonderful that Matthew is here.

Rachel: Yes, it is.

Felicia: I think he's coming around. I'm sure of it.

Rachel: I hope so.

Jamie: Hi.

Rachel: Hi!

Jamie: I'm sorry I'm late.

Rachel: Oh, I'm so glad you made it at all.

Jamie: Me, too. Is Lisa coming?

Felicia: Actually, she's working. I think it's better for her under the circumstances, don't you?

Jamie: Yeah.

Felicia: Oh, Rachel, I'm sorry. I promise I won't say any more about it, ok? Want to get some punch?

Mitch: Sure.

Felicia: Excuse us.

Rachel: Don't worry about Felicia. She'll be all right.

Jamie: Well, I can't expect her to understand that I did this for Lisa.

Ada: Well, I see your mother got you in your monkey suit.

Jamie: Grandma, hello.

Ada: Hi, sweetheart.

Jamie: Thank you very much.

Ada: Ok.

Jamie: You know, Mom, I have to admit that -- Vivien!

[Laughter]

Jamie: Happy Thanksgiving!

Vivien: Thanks, buck! Give me your coat.

Jamie: Oh, thank you very much! I have to admit, I have never been to a more elegant Thanksgiving, Mom.

Ada: Well, it was her idea.

Rachel: Well, next year we'll have a regular turkey and regular stuffing, pumpkin pie --

Jamie: Uh-huh, we're so clueless, and why all the trouble? Come on, tell us.

Rachel: Nothing special.

Jamie: There has to be --

[Mac and Iris laugh]

Mac: Hey! Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!

Ada: Need I say more?

Donna: Oh, wonderful.

Mary: Oh, my gosh. Look at you.

Donna: Oh, I know. I couldn't resist.

Mary: Oh, that's adorable.

Donna: Thank you, thank you. Oh, and, also, we brought you a little hostess gift. You might want to open this and let it breathe.

Jake: Oh, yeah, let's see. Here we go -- oh --

Marley: Ooh!

Jake: A little hostess gift that cost more than I made last week.

Vince: Ooh, I don't know if the dinner's going to do justice to that now.

Marley: Of course it will. Hey, Mikey, have you ever seen a real, live snowman?

Jake: Marley and I made it last night.

Donna: Oh.

Vince: Oh! Is that where my good winter coat went? Aw!

Mary: And with any luck at all, that snowman's not going to melt for a very long time.

Marley: I think I'll take a look. Come on.

Mary: Yeah!

Donna: Oh, I have to tell you, everything smells wonderful.

Mary: Thank you.

Donna: The least you can do is let me help do something. I know how to baste a turkey. Bridget showed me how to do that once. Oh, thank you.

Vince: Oh, I -- I don't baste mine.

Donna: You don't?

Mary: Nope. Vince makes a turkey the way his mother did -- in a brown paper bag.

Donna: Oh. How original.

Vince: Well, this year we're going to do all the old McKinnon traditions. Last night, Mary and Marley were making Irish soda bread.

Donna: That's what that -- oh, I've never had any of that.

Mary: Good.

Vince: Ooh, are you in for a treat. And wait till you taste the colcannon.

[Vince barks]

Donna: The what?

Mary: Colcannon. It's another Irish dish.

Vince: Oh -- mashed potatoes, mashed cabbage, cut-up leeks, all put together. You're talking heaven. Ooh!

Donna: Oh -- yeah, it sounds wonderful. Can't wait.

Mary: Don't worry. I know it sounds nauseating, but it really is good.

Vince: No, it doesn't --

Donna: Oh, I'm -- I'm sure it is. Well, listen, you all have done so much today. At least let me take over looking after the kitchen while you go get changed for dinner.

Vince: Changed?

Mary: How very sweet. Thank you. Come on, lovey. Come on, come on, come on.

Vince: I thought I looked pretty good.

Mary: I'll explain.

[Donna sighs]

Donna: All right. Well, what do I do? Oh, right. Hmm. I can't imagine anything cooking in a -- there it is, a brown paper bag. Well, surely it's not going to get done, and then that means that we're going to have to -- have to eat that. We don't want to do that. Maybe I can do something to help here. Let's see.

Oh. Yep -- whew -- that should do the trick. Now -- well, this certainly looks good.

[Knock on door]

Donna: Oh, maybe Victoria changed her mind.

Michael: Brr! It's cold out there!

Donna: Oh, what are you doing here? Hi!

Michael: Hi!

Matt: More punch?

Ada: Thank you, sweetheart.

Matt: I'm just getting grandma some punch --

Mitch: Just a minute. Tell me, how's Josie?

Matt: Fine.

Mitch: How's your new apartment?

Matt: It's swell.

[Doorbell rings]

Mitch: I don't like this. It's not necessary. I don't like this sort of --

Matt: Yeah, well, you should have thought of that 18 years ago. Excuse me. Amanda's here.

Rachel: Hey, sweetie.

Mac: Welcome, everybody.

Rachel: Hi, you sweet thing.

Amanda: Yes!

Matt: Oh, oh, ooh. Hey, Amanda.

Amanda: Hi. I'm so glad you're here.

Rachel: So are we.

Mac: Now, if only Sandy and Blaine and Dennis were here, we'd have the whole family.

Rachel: I know. Wouldn't that be nice?

Evan: I'd like to give you these for inviting me to Thanksgiving dinner.

Rachel: Oh --

Evan: Eating restaurant food gets kind of depressing.

Rachel: No, we wouldn't have had it any other way after what you did for us yesterday.

Sam: Yeah, when I think of what could have happened to Alli --

Matt: What?

Amanda: Well, I took Alli to the studio with me yesterday, and before I knew what was happening, she pulled one of the buttons off the sofa. And when I reached her, she was choking on it. I didn't think she could do anything like that, but -- well, if Evan hadn't known what to do --

Evan: You would have done the right thing, Amanda.

Sam: Well, I know the Heimlich maneuver, but apparently there's a special one for babies.

Amanda: Yeah, I'm really glad that even knew it.

Rachel: Oh, I'm so glad, too. Well, let's go in and have something to drink, ok?

Mac: Good.

Rachel: Let's go see grandma.

Ada: My little girl.

Rachel: Isn't she sweet?

Mac: I don't know how we can ever thank you, Evan.

Evan: Well, no bother, sir. I'm always happy to come to the rescue of beautiful women.

Jamie: Felicia --

Felicia: Jamie, listen, I -- I am sorry about what I said when you first came in.

Jamie: No, no. Listen, I understand. I was hoping that Lisa might feel comfortable enough to come today.

Felicia: I think that's a little much for you to ask of her, don't you?

Jamie: Yeah, well, I just can't stand the thought of her being alone.

Felicia: I know. Neither can I, but I'm afraid that's the way it's got to be.

Jamie: Yeah, I know.

Felicia: I hope that you'll be considerate enough to stay away from her, to let her have time to get used to this idea.

Jamie: You really are angry with me, aren't you?

Felicia: Oh, I -- I love her. And she's been in such pain because of you.

Jamie: I know.

Felicia: If you were going to make a clean break of it, I just wish you had done it months ago.

Jamie: Felicia, we both kept thinking that -- that there would be a way, a way to work out of all this.

Felicia: Remember I told you a long time ago that you should make a break and make it clean, that would be the kind thing to do? I just hope that you'll do that now. Ok?

Iris: Amanda, you look so lovely.

Amanda: Oh --

Mac: She does, doesn't she?

Iris: Daddy, do you remember when I was a little girl? I kept begging you for a little sister.

Mac: "Someone to play with and love" -- that's what you used to say.

Iris: Yes.

Rachel: And boss around.

Ada: Amanda should ask her to baby-sit.

Rachel: Fat chance.

Ada: Hi, Alli.

Iris: You know, darling, we've got so much yet to share together. I'm really looking forward to it.

Sharlene: Come on, darn you. Thicken.

Josie: You know, I think that since Uncle Jason isn't here that you should sit at the head of the table.

John: Well, it's fine with me as long as I don't have to carve.

Josie: Oh, no, no, that's mom's job. She always does the carving. She's a real wizard with a butcher knife.

John: Oh, I'll keep that in mind. Sorry that Matthew couldn't be with us.

Josie: Yeah, I know, but I told him he should spend Thanksgiving with his family. Maybe it'll help.

John: Help with what?

Sharlene: Josie --

Josie: Yes, mom.

Sharlene: Did you get the cranberry salad out of the refrigerator, like I told you?

Josie: I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

Sharlene: I spent all day chopping that up, and she let it set in the fridge.

John: Anything else I can do?

Sharlene: No. Everything's fine, just fine.

John: All right.

Josie: Mama, would it be ok if I went out with Matthew on Saturday night?

Sharlene: Doesn't he have to study?

Josie: Well, he doesn't have to study all the time. He just wants to go to a movie.

John: Oh, speaking of movies, I saw a great movie the other night.

Josie: Oh, yeah?

John: Yeah, you guys got to go.

Sharlene: Good, it finally thickened!

Josie: What was the name of it?

John: It's called "Brief Encounter." It's at the criteria.

Josie: Oh.

Sharlene: John, I didn't know you went to old movies by yourself.

John: Oh, I didn’t. I went with Lisa Grady.

[Sharlene gasps]

Sharlene: Damn it!

Josie: Oh, mama!

John: You all right?

Sharlene: I'm fine. God, leave alone, ok? Please me alone.

John: Are you ok? You sure?

John: Sharlene, are you sure it's ok?

Sharlene: It's fine. I'm sorry I barked like that. I just -- just hate to burn myself.

John: You want to put something on it?

Sharlene: No, no, it's fine, really. It was just a little gravy. Which reminds me -- Josie, the mashed potatoes are on the stove. If you will get those and put them in the bowl --

Josie: Yes, ma'am.

John: Is it ok?

Josie: I'm sure, it's fine.

John: All right.

Sharlene: So, tell me about the movie. What happens?

John: Oh, listen, it's a great, great film. It's about these two people who meet in a train station, and they start having an affair, but they're both married to other people, you know? But we get to watch them go through all the different stages. First of all, they think that everything's going to be great, and then the second thing is they realize things might not work out, and then finally, they figure they never had a chance.

Sharlene: Well, that's a shame, isn't it? Never having a chance?

John: Well, yeah, I -- I guess it is.

Sharlene: Josie, honey --

Josie: Yes, mom.

Sharlene: Will you get the broccoli, please? And, John, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to carve. I've got something I have to do.

John: Yeah, but -- Sharlene --

Josie: Hey, don't look at me. I can't figure her out today at all.

John: Neither can I.

Josie: You know, I'm really glad that you and my uncle Jason are partners again.

John: Me, too. It means a lot. Do you know -- I guess you just start with the legs, huh?

Josie: Go for it.

John: All right.

Josie: Uncle Jason -- he doesn't do too well on his own. He's not like mama.

John: You know, Josie, I -- I don't know that anybody really does well on their own.

Sharlene: Ok.

John: Well, hello.

Josie: Mama, you look so pretty.

Sharlene: Thank you. Is everything ready?

John: Well, I'm still wrestling with the old turkey here.

Sharlene: I'll help you. Come on, let's sit down.

Sharlene: Thank you.

John: You're welcome.

Sharlene: So -- Josie -- would you like to say the blessing?

John: Me?

Sharlene: Yeah.

John: All right. As a matter of fact, yes, I would. I think there are a lot of things that I have to be grateful for this year.

[Vicky whistles]

Vicky: Bridget, you don't have to go.

Bridget: Well, of course I do, dear. Whoever heard of Thanksgiving dinner without creamed onions?

Vicky: Lots of people.

Bridget: But they're your very favorite.

Vicky: Well, you don't have to fuss over me, Bridget.

Bridget: Oh, my dear. After all these years, all these years --

Vicky: Yeah?

Bridget: You -- you don't know that I enjoy it? Huh? You know, ever since you were a wee little girl --

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Bridget: You always loved Thanksgiving.

Vicky: Yeah, I liked the idea behind it. I liked everybody sharing everything, everyone being friends.

Bridget: Well, get some rest, now.

Vicky: Ok.

Bridget: I'll only be a jiffy, all right?

Vicky: All right, see you. Bridget?

Bridget: Yes, dear.

Vicky: I'm thankful for you.

Bridget: Oh, my dear. Well, we're going to have a lovely Thanksgiving.

Vicky: Right. Oh. A lovely Thanksgiving. Gobble, gobble, gobble.

Jamie: Are you daddy's little girl, huh? I'll bet you are. Yes, I bet you're daddy's little girl.

Sam: Jamie, thanks. I got the crib all set up.

Jamie: Oh, no, you don’t. She's mine.

Sam: Oh, come on! Let me have my daughter.

Jamie: Ok.

Sam: Come on, little girl. You're going to get your Thanksgiving meal out of a bottle this year. But next year, guess what -- you get to sit at the table with us and eat mashed potatoes with your fingers.

Jamie: Bye.

Sam: See ya.

[Amanda laughs]

Amanda: You said that?

Evan: Sure did.

Amanda: To the head of a major corporation?

Evan: Well, he needed to be shaken up a little bit.

Amanda: You're terrible.

Evan: Well, I wouldn't say that. Hey, look, we got little place cards. And you're right next to your father.

Amanda: And you're right next to me. That has to be boy, girl, boy, girl. I learned that a long time ago.

Evan: Oh, I see. Well, may I?

Amanda: No whoopee cushion, no funny stuff, no letting me fall on the floor.

Evan: Oh, see, I only do that to heads of corporations, not beautiful women.

Amanda: I guess you may.

Mac: Oh, it worked.

Rachel: Oh, look. Doesn't it look lovely?

Mac: Oh, gorgeous. You did such a wonderful job.

Rachel: Well, I didn't --

Felicia: Oh, Mitch, look. How beautiful.

Mitch: Very nice, very nice.

Ada: What do you know -- place cards and everything.

Matt: Where am I sitting at?

Ada: You're sitting between your mother and Mitch. Can you handle it?

Matt: Do I have much of a choice?

Ada: Not really. Sit.

Mitch: Looks very good.

Ada: Thank you, Sam. Ok.

Evan: May I just say all you women look beautiful.

Felicia: Oh.

Ada: Thank you, sir.

Felicia: Charming.

Ada: Did you put Alli down? Is she sleeping?

Sam: Yeah, she's down.

Ada: Good.

Rachel: She's tired.

Mac: Well, everybody --

Rachel: Yes?

Mac: It's been a hard year to get through for many of us, yet here we all are for Thanksgiving and together. I'm very happy Iris is with us after all those years. And as I look at Jamie, Matthew, Amanda, Sam, and then Alexandra, I am grateful for the awareness of the sheer munificence of life as it keeps on rolling on despite our little problems. Sharing our lives with our friends and our family is far stronger than anything that world out there can do to us. Today, especially, though, indeed, every day, Rachel and I are truly blessed. Our riches are at this table with us today, as indeed you are in our hearts every day. And so I give you -- all of us -- I give you life.

Amanda: Oh, that was good.

Sam: Let's eat.

Evan: Yes.

Donna: Ooh, fried shrimp with coconut. Maybe Bridget can make that for us one night. Hmm, what else?

Michael: You know, I wonder what the pilgrims did with that football on Thanksgiving?

Jake: Who knows? Maybe they played tennis.

Michael: Come on, hurry up. I don't want to miss the kickoff.

Jake: Here you go.

Michael: Thank you very much.

Donna: Michael, Michael --

Michael: Yes? Whoa --

Donna: Could I talk to you for just a moment, please?

Michael: Sure. Uh --

Jake: I'll just leave.

Michael: Will you tell me what I missed?

Jake: You got it.

Michael: Thanks. What, honey? What?

Donna: Please sit down over here. I wanted to tell you this, but there have been so many people around.

Michael: Fine. What?

Donna: I saw Dr. Peterson.

Michael: Are you ok? Are you all right?

Donna: No, I'm -- I'm more than ok.

Michael: Well, what are you talking about?

Donna: Well, she said that there was a very, very good possibility that I could carry a baby.

Michael: What?

Donna: That if we wanted to I could have a baby.

Michael: Oh, Donna! Oh, that is wonderful! Oh, gosh! Oh, honey, look, you know that I love you whether you can have a baby or not. I --

Donna: I know.

Michael: But I know how much this means to you.

Donna: You want to know something funny?

Michael: What?

Donna: I have the baby that I wanted -- Mikey. And no other baby is more ours than he is.

Michael: And on Tuesday he will be ours, Donna. All ours.

Donna: I know. Oh, I love you so much.

Donna: What --

[Donna gasps]

Michael: What's that?

Donna: Oh, no!

Michael: What is it? What is it?

Donna: Oh, Michael! I -- I mean, I --

Marley: What is happening? What --

Vince: Wait, wait, wait --

Mary: Vince -- oh, Vince, the turkey!

Marley: Oh, no!

Mary: Get it out! Get it out! Get it out!

Vince: Oh, no!

Jake: Oh, no.

Vince: Oh --

[Marley coughs]

Vince: It's burned to a --

Mary: Is it all right?

Vince: No, it's burned to a crisp.

Jake: Whew!

Vince: It's set at 500!

Michael: 500?

Vince: How did that happen? What --

Mary: You didn't leave it at 500, did you?

Vince: No, no.

Jake: This is terrible.

Vince: Come on.

Michael: Is it --

Vince: It's off now, it's off.

Mary: Can we eat that?

Jamie: Listen, I just spoke to the hospital, and I'm afraid I have to go.

Rachel: Oh, not now.

Jamie: One of my patients could be in trouble, and I have to take a look at him.

Rachel: Oh. Can you come back?

Jamie: If I can, I will, of course.

Rachel: Thanks for coming.

Jamie: Well, where else would I be? Listen, please say goodbye to Mac for me.

Rachel: Ok.

Jamie: I love you.

Rachel: I love you. Goodbye.

Matt: I have to go, too, Mom.

Rachel: Oh, not you, too?

Matt: Yeah. Nobody will miss me.

Rachel: I'll miss you.

Matt: Mom --

Rachel: Could we get you to stay if Josie came over?

Matt: No, I don't think that'd be a good idea right now.

Rachel: All right. Thanks for coming.

Matt: Yeah.

Rachel: Bye.

Ada: Hey, where you going?

Rachel: Hi.

Mitch: I tried to draw Iris out, but it's somewhat difficult to get her to talk about herself. Matthew didn't stay long, did he?

Rachel: He came here.

Mitch: You know, I think it's about time we should have a talk with him together.

Rachel: No, I don't want to badger him.

Mitch: Well, something's got to change. He just can't keep up with this treatment of you or me.

Rachel: But he came here. It was progress, don't you think?

Mitch: I don't know.

Rachel: I can't jeopardize that. I can't push him. I can’t.

Josie: Ahem.

Sharlene: Well, who's ready for pie?

John: Oh --

Josie: Oh, no.

Sharlene: No?

Josie: I am stuffed. As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to go out for a walk. I'll get the dishes when I get back, I promise.

Sharlene: Now, Jos?

Josie: Yeah. I'll be ok. I'll be back, I promise, ok?

Sharlene: Ok.

Josie: Ok? Bye, John.

John: Bye, Jos.

[Door opens and closes]

Sharlene: I don't know what gets into her sometimes.

John: Well, maybe she just wants some fresh air.

Sharlene: Maybe. Well, I can't stand to sit in front of dirty dishes. What are you doing?

John: You're working again. You're always working when we're together. I'd like to see what you look like sitting still for a change.

Sharlene: Ok.

John: You're really quite beautiful tonight.

Sharlene: It's the miracle of Thanksgiving Day.

John: No, I don't think so. I don't think it has anything to do with any kind of miracle. I think that I'm seeing the real you for the first time.

Mary: All right, come on, everybody, let's go inside.

Marley: All right, here we go.

Michael: Oh, boy, food. Are you ready? Let's eat.

Donna: I just ruin everything I try to do.

Michael: Donna, come on. You don't ruin everything.

Vince: Well, thank goodness we had some leftover turkey at Mary’s place, huh?

Michael: Honey --

Vince: Hey --

Michael: Plea--

Vince: Let me try.

Michael: Ok.

Vince: Ok. Forget the turkey.

Donna: How can I do that, Vince? I mean, you wanted this day to be so special. You tried so hard.

Vince: Well, you know one of the reasons that it is so special? Because you're here.

Donna: Oh, please. You're just saying that. You're just saying it for Marley’s sake, I know.

Vince: No, no, no, no. I wouldn't have guessed in a thousand years that the McKinnon’s and the loves would ever, ever be sitting down to a Thanksgiving dinner together. I mean --

Donna: Did you really want that to happen?

Vince: You know, Reggie tried for too long to ruin our lives, both of us.

Donna: Yes, he did.

Vince: And he always thought that he was so tough, hmm?

Donna: Well, so did I.

Vince: But he's dead. And you and I -- we have our families, and we got just about everything we could want, so I kind of figure that maybe, just maybe we're the tough ones.

Donna: I guess maybe you're right.

Vince: Well, fellow survivor, I am proud that you're going to sit down at our table.

Donna: Thank you.

Vince: Shall we?

Donna: Yes. Listen, are you sure you're not angry that I burned the turkey?

Vince: Oh, you can burn my bird anytime.

Donna: Oh --

[Music plays]

Bridget: Oh, there you go, dear. There. Oh, my.

Vicky: What?

Bridget: Oh, my. Isn't that lovely music?

Vicky: Oh.

Bridget: You know what that reminds me of?

Vicky: What?

Bridget: Senor Roberto. I mean, when we were in Majorca.

Vicky: Yeah, it does, doesn't it?

Bridget: Yes. Oh, isn't it a lovely tune?

Vicky: Yeah, kind of a sappy story behind it. Some guy kisses off a woman, she dies, and they never see each other again.

Bridget: Oh, my, that's very sad, isn't it?

Vicky: Yeah, well, she should have known better. It's like how love is, I guess. Bridget, this looks just wonderful.

Bridget: Oh, good.

Vicky: The table looks beautiful.

Bridget: Thank you.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: Oh. Oh, no, I'll get it, I'll get it. My mom's probably escaped.

Jamie: Hi.

Vicky: Jamie.

Jamie: May I come in?

Vicky: We were just sitting down.

Jamie: Well, I won't stay long. I promise. I was -- I was at the hospital.

Vicky: In that?

Jamie: Yes, yeah. And I dropped by pediatrics on the way out, and the kids there are still talking about the program this morning.

Vicky: Oh. Well, here, give me your coat.

Jamie: And one of the parents told me that you organized the whole thing.

Vicky: Yeah. Well, you know, Jamie, those -- those kids don't get much of a break, so --

Jamie: You know, you always surprise me.

Vicky: You could say that.

Jamie: Yeah. Well, I was just driving by, and I thought I'd check and see if your lights were on.

Vicky: Here we are.

Jamie: You're not having dinner with your family?

Vicky: Oh, I didn't much feel like it this year.

Jamie: Oh.

Vicky: I just decided to stay --

Bridget: Dr. Frame.

Jamie: Well, hello, Bridget.

Bridget: How are you?

Jamie: Hi.

Bridget: I have to set you a place at the table.

Vicky: Oh, Bridget, I think Dr. Frame has someplace else to go.

Jamie: Actually, I've already been.

Vicky: You have?

Jamie: Yes. My mother had a very nontraditional Thanksgiving --

Vicky: Oh.

Jamie: No turkey, no dressing, and no pumpkin pie!

Vicky: No pumpkin pie? Well, would you like to stay here?

Jamie: I thought you'd never ask!

Vicky: Well, ok. You know, you don't have to do this, Jamie. You don't have to worry about me or --

Jamie: Who's worried about you? I'm starved.

Vicky: Well, ok, then. Bridget, set another place.

Bridget: Well, I've already got it set. Now, I want the two of you to sit down. Oh, but, first, will you take that chair down for us, please?

Jamie: Sure.

Bridget: And, Victoria, if you move that one around --

Vicky: All right.

Bridget: Now, I have to go up to the kitchen and do a few last-minute things, and I'll be out in a minute.

Vicky: Ok. Whoa, thanks. Sir.

Jamie: Why are you looking at me like that?

Vicky: Because I guess I didn't expect to have Thanksgiving dinner with a man in a tuxedo.

Jamie: Well, I'm just sorry I missed the Indian princess costume.

Vicky: Oh, Pocahontas? Well, I made her very real. You see, I figured that Pocahontas was in real life a blond, pregnant woman.

Jamie: When I'm calling you

Vicky: Ooh you'll have to be in the pageant next year.

Jamie: Believe me, I will be.

Vicky: Oh, yeah?

Jamie: Yes.

Vicky: And what will you dress up as?

Jamie: Buckskin and a musket and --

Vicky: Ooh, you'll look wonderful, I'm sure.

Jamie: I walk in with a canoe around my waist, you see, and I'll paddle in.

Vicky: Well, only if I can have a ride, then I'll let you come as that.

[Jamie laughs]

Josie: Matthew.

Matt: Josie.

Josie: I just went for a walk. I didn't think I'd see you today.

Matt: Yeah, I -- I just had to get out of my mom's house. I had to think.

Josie: I saw you standing here with the snow falling all around you. It was like seeing my dream prince.

Matt: I don't feel like much of a prince today.

Josie: Hey, do you want to be alone?

Matt: No. No, I don’t. Still wearing my bracelet?

Josie: Oh, I never take it off. Hey, Matthew -- Matthew, what's wrong?

[Matt sighs]

Matt: I don't know. This dinner was just a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.

Josie: What happened?

Matt: I don't know. They were all together, just like every year. It's a wonderful family, but it just wasn't the same this year.

Josie: Really? It wasn't?

Matt: I mean, I tried, Josie, I really tried, but every time I see them, I get so damn mad that I just can't help it.

Josie: I wish you could, and I wish --

Matt: Don't you think I wish I could, too? My mom and dad -- they just want all this to be over and I could make it so easy for them to be happy. But I just can't do that. Mom, Mitch, Mac -- you should have seen them. They were all laughing; they were talking, acting like nothing ever happened, like nothing ever happened between them, like I never happened. You know, Josie, I just don't get it anymore.

Josie: Matthew, I'm so sorry you're so hurt.

Matt: The only time I'm not hurt is when I'm -- is when I'm with you. You know, I feel like I'm a million miles away from everything. I feel like we're in a completely different place -- a perfect place.

Singer: I see trees of green red roses, too I seem them bloom for me and you and I think to myself what a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white the bright, blessed day the dark, sacred night and I think to myself what a wonderful world the colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands saying, "how do you do?" They're really saying I love you I hear babies crying I watch them grow they'll learn much more than I'll ever know and I think to myself what a wonderful world yes, I think to myself what a wonderful world oh yeah

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