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Another World Transcript Monday 11/8/04

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Vicky: Yeah, just wait until your daddy sees me in this one. Ok -- music. Some soft romantic --

[Music plays]

Vicky: Candles. Oh, oh. You know, why are you so nervous, Vicky? I mean, he already asked you to marry him. All he has to do tonight is make you believe it, make you say yes, you know? Ok -- ow -- oh. Ok.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: You'll be -- oh -- coming.

Singer: I wanna know what good love feels like good love, good love morning, noon and night forever, all my life I wanna know what good love feels like good love, sweet love

Vicky: Jamie.

Jamie: Hey, you better put some warm clothes on.

Vicky: What?

Jamie: Maybe a hat and some earmuffs, too.

Vicky: Earmuffs.

Jamie: Yeah. I mean, it's -- I hear they got maybe even three inches of snow up there.

Vicky: Where?

Jamie: Up in the country. Now, come on, get ready, chop-chop. We got a long drive ahead of us. Let's go.

Singer: Forever all my life I wanna know what good love

Marley: Oh, look how crowded it is.

Jake: Yeah, this guy better be good.

Marley: Good? He's the best.

Jake: That's what you keep telling me.

Marley: He has been on "Donahue."

Jake: So what do you want me to do, ask for his autograph?

Marley: No, this is the top fertility specialist in the country. We're lucky we have --

Jake: I know, we're lucky we have an appointment at all.

Marley: Do I sound like a broken record?

Jake: That's all right. All right? Why don't we check in with the receptionist?

Marley: Well, I just can't believe how crowded it is! I mean, it --

Jake: Shh.

Marley: Ok. I'm sorry. Ok, come on. Oh. Hello, we're the McKinnon’s, and it is our first time here.

Receptionist: Ok, just sign in right over there.

Marley: Ok.

Receptionist: And you can fill this out.

Marley: You can sign in, sweetie. Here.

Jake: Ok. I see there are --

Marley: Hmm.

Jake: There are four couples ahead of us?

Receptionist: It shouldn't be more than about an hour, hour and a half.

Jake: Excuse me.

Receptionist: Look, will you just have a seat? Please, just have a seat. I'll bring you some more forms, ok?

Jake: Listen, we took a long time to get here. We'd like to get back home before breakfast, you know?

Receptionist: Well, I'm sorry, but if you want to see Dr. Jansen, you're going to have to wait.

Marley: Ok. Come on, sweetie, come on. All right.

[Jake sighs]

Marley: Back here.

Jake: Thank you.

Felicia: Ok. All right. Oh, I think this should offer as much privacy as any table in the place.

Rachel: Well, what do you two want to talk to me about?

Felicia: Oh, no, no, I'm not part of this. Here.

Rachel: Part of what?

Felicia: You didn't tell her?

Mitch: Well, I thought we would sit down first, and then I will.

Felicia: Ok. Look, why don't I leave you two alone, all right? It's ok.

Rachel: Well, there are three places set here. Who else is joining us?

Mitch: Matthew.

Rachel: Matthew? He won't have dinner with me. He's hardly even civil to me.

Mitch: I understand that, but he doesn't know about any of this.

Rachel: I don't understand.

Mitch: Well, Matthew thinks that he's coming here to meet with Felicia. He doesn't know that we're going to be here.

Rachel: Mitch, when he sees us, he'll walk out.

Mitch: Well, he might, he might, but at least it's neutral ground. At least he might stay and talk.

Rachel: He's not going to like being tricked any more than I would.

Felicia: Matthew.

Matt: Well --

Felicia: Hi.

Matt: Oh, thank you.

Felicia: Well, look at you, you all dressed up?

Matt: Yes, well, Tops is a class place.

Felicia: You think so, huh?

Matt: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Here. Well, you're certainly a classy young man --

Matt: Oh, thank you.

Felicia: Not to mention handsome and bright and utterly adorable.

Matt: If I didn't know you better, I would think that you're after something.

Felicia: Me?

Matt: Yeah.

Felicia: Now, why would you say that?

Matt: Is your dishwasher broken?

Felicia: No. Come on, let me show you to your table, all right?

Matt: What is this?

Felicia: Honey, it's a little family get-together, ok?

Matt: No, no.

Felicia: Matthew, they love you. We all love you.

Matt: No, this is -- it's a setup.

Felicia: Matthew, please. Honey, please. Come on.

Mitch: Matthew, I'm sorry, but we have no choice. We've got to talk and we've got to talk now.

Jamie: Oh, now, don't tell me you didn't get my message?

Vicky: My machine's broken.

Jamie: Oh, that's why there was no announcement. All I heard was your beep.

Vicky: Well, what did you say after the beep?

Jamie: Oh, I said why don't we skip the Pelican club and take this nice long drive out to the country, you know? It'd be spontaneous, adventurous --

Vicky: Cold.

Jamie: Oh, come on, you'll be fine once you bundle up.

Vicky: Where exactly do you want to take me?

Jamie: Well, there's this nice little country inn called the Red Lantern. Their specialty is barbecued ribs, and the people there are so nice, the nicest people you've ever met. Come on.

Vicky: Oh --

Jamie: They never leave you alone, they're so nice.

Vicky: How wonderful.

Jamie: The food -- I'm telling you, Vicky, the food is, like, to die for there. It's so good!

Vicky: Well, how long does it take to get there?

Jamie: Oh, it's a piece of cake. You know, with no traffic, two hours, 45 minutes.

Vicky: You're joking.

Jamie: It's a beautiful drive!

Vicky: I can hardly fasten the seat belt!

Jamie: We'll work about that. I'll extend the belt for you. Besides, I got a whole bunch of new tapes. We can listen to them on the way up.

Vicky: Yeah, or we could sing "99 bottles of beer on the wall," and I'm sure that would pass the time.

Jamie: What's the matter with you?

Vicky: Jamie, I thought tonight -- was supposed to be nice.

Jamie: Who says it won't be?

Vicky: Oh, come on, Jamie, two hours in the freezing cold weather, driving to someplace in the country with a kitchen and they don't leave you alone!

Jamie: Oh, now, you've got the wrong impression entirely. It's the perfect place for couples.

Vicky: Hmm.

Jamie: Come on, we used to go there all the time --

Vicky: "We"?

Jamie: Every -- every weekend in the summer.

Vicky: Who's "we"?

Jamie: Listen, they got a great review in the "Bay City Weekly." Four stars.

Vicky: Who's "we"?

Jamie: Lisa and me.

Vicky: You want to take me to a place where you and Lisa went a lot?

Jamie: That has nothing to do with tonight.

Vicky: But it does explain why you want to drive two hours in terrible weather. This would bring back a lot of memories for you, wouldn't it?

Jamie: I thought you'd like the idea.

Vicky: Well, you were wrong. So, then, why don't we move on? We'll call the Pelican and see if they still have some reservations available for tonight for two. It'll be great. Ah, yes, hi. I would like a reservation for two this evening, please. 7:30. Dr. Frame. No, I don't want our little special table. Ok, yes, thanks. Bye. Ok, we're all set.

Jamie: Yeah. So I better get home and get some more appropriate clothing on.

Vicky: Ok. Wait, Jamie. I know you were trying.

Jamie: See you soon.

Vicky: Ok.

Ashley: So how are things with you and Matthew?

Josie: Oh. The same -- fine. We're fine.

Ashley: Nothing new since I last talked to you?

Josie: No, no, nothing new, no. What are you doing for Christmas?

Ashley: Ugh, getting out of this place, that's for sure. Shawn and I might go skiing in the Laurentians.

Josie: Oh, skiing, really? Well, don't you want to spend the holidays with your family?

Ashley: Well, they're taking us.

Josie: Oh. What are you getting Shawn for Christmas?

Ashley: I don't know yet. Maybe a new pair of skis or a C.D. player for the dorm. I haven't decided yet. What about you? Have you found anything for Matthew?

Josie: Oh, yeah, I saw this really great I.D. bracelet at Riverside Jewelry.

Ashley: Oh, that's great. Well, then buy it.

Josie: Yeah, but it's $70.

Ashley: Well, that sounds about right. Is it sterling?

Josie: Yeah, I think so.

Ken: Gosh, I've been looking all over this campus for you.

Ashley: Why?

Ken: I'm having a major anxiety attack here, that's why.

Ashley: Well, you and millions of others, Kenny. Here, read this psych book. You'll feel a lot better.

Ken: Don't make light of my situation. You're looking at a desperate man.

Ashley: Well, I've always known that about you, Kenny.

Ken: Look, one of the seniors in my fraternity, he's having his 21st birthday party, and since I'm the chairman of the entertainment committee, I was supposed to find someone to sing "happy birthday" to the guy, right? And I did, but she canceled out on me.

Ashley: Oh, no!

Ken: Yes, at the last minute, too.

Ashley: What an outrage. Well, can you sue?

Ken: No. But I do have one last recourse.

Ashley: Try to get Tina Turner?

Ken: No, to try to get you.

Ashley: Oh, yeah, right!

Ken: Oh, come on, Ashley, you've got a terrific voice.

Ashley: You've never heard me sing before.

Ken: Yes, but everybody just raves on and on about you.

Ashley: No one has ever heard me sing before.

Ken: Well, don't you think it's time you made your big debut, you know? I mean, come on, think of what this could mean. We're going to have agents flown in from Hollywood just for it, you know?

Ashley: Kenny --

Ken: "Entertainment tonight," they're going to do a big interview.

Ashley: Forget it, Kenny.

Ken: You know, I don't know why you won't do me this one little teeny favor.

Ashley: Oh -- making a fool out of myself in front of all my friends is hardly one little favor. Why don't you ask Keri?

Ken: I asked Keri. She said no.

Ashley: Well, what about Denise?

Ken: Denise? You want to talk about somebody that cannot sing? Ugh. Come on.

Ashley: Wait a minute.

Ken: What?

Ashley: Josie, do you sing?

Josie: Me? No, no. I mean, well, I'm not exactly tone deaf.

Ashley: How much does it pay?

Ken: How much -- what?

Ashley: Well, maybe if you offered some financial remuneration you'd have better luck.

Ken: Oh -- 50 bucks.

Josie: $50?

Ashley: Hmm, not bad, hmm, Josie? I mean, with Christmas coming and all.

Ken: Yeah, but -- well, you know, Josie’s not really a student here or anything.

Ashley: Well, Marilyn Monroe sang "happy birthday" to President Kennedy, and she wasn't exactly a member of congress.

Ken: Would you do it, Josie?

Josie: Um -- I don't know. How many people would I have to sing in front of?

Ken: I don't know -- 10, 20. You know, 100, max.

Josie: 100 people?

Ashley: Well, that's ok, Josie. Who cares? You'll be a smash.

Josie: Oh -- fine.

Ken: You'll do it, then?

Josie: Yes. But please, I don't want Matthew to know about this because I'm doing this so I can pay for his Christmas present.

Ken: Josie, you are a lifesaver. Thank you. I'll get back to you as soon as I know the details, ok?

Josie: Oh. I can't believe I said yes!

Ashley: Well, now you can buy Matthew that I.D. bracelet. I think it's terrific.

Rachel: Sit down, sweetie.

Matt: Why'd you lie to me?

Rachel: About what?

Matt: "About what?" About this whole elaborate story to get me down here.

Mitch: Would you have come down if we had told you the truth?

Matt: No, if you want to talk to me, you ask me.

Rachel: We have asked you.

Matt: I don't like tricks, ok?

Mitch: Your mother didn't know about any of this, so don't blame her for it, ok?

Felicia: Listen, why don't I let the three of you talk, all right?

Matt: No, no, no. Felicia, you're staying right here. You're the one who invited me down here. You're the one I came to see.

Felicia: Honey, please don't say that.

Rachel: It's all right.

Mitch: Can we just all sit down?

Felicia: Matthew, come on. Please, come on.

Mitch: Thank you.

Matt: So what are we supposed to talk about?

Rachel: Your feelings, I think.

Mitch: Look, we know that it was a shock when you found out about Janice. We understand that.

Matt: "A shock"? Yeah. Yeah, you might say that.

Rachel: Honey, is there anything more we can tell you that will make it easier?

Matt: No, I got the story straight.

Rachel: All right, well, maybe you're not clear on the reasons.

Matt: No, I know the reasons. I know everything. There's nothing to say, ok?

Mitch: No, no, it's not ok.

Matt: I don't care about any of this. It's over. It's history.

Rachel: If it were over, then it wouldn't be driving you away from us.

Matt: Look, all I care about is what's going on right now.

Mitch: That's all?

Matt: Yeah -- that's what I said, didn't I?

Mitch: Yeah.

Matt: Ok, then everything's cool, right?

Rachel: Matthew, wait, wait.

Matt: What?

Rachel: I agree with you. I think all we should be doing is concentrating on what's going on now.

Matt: Terrific. So this whole thing was a waste.

Rachel: Would you let me finish, please?

Matt: Ok. Go ahead, finish.

Rachel: I have decided to do something that I think should make you and Josie happy.

Matt: Me and Josie?

Rachel: Yes. You know, Mac is doing all that construction at the complex now.

Matt: Yeah, so?

Rachel: So Jason has put a bid in to do the construction, and I've been objecting to Mac using him. I will withdraw my objection. Mac can use him for the construction project.

Matt: Wait, wait. You're going to do what?

Mary: No, I'm sorry to say the computer is still down.

Pilara: What do I care about computers?

Mary: Well, that is why your release has not been processed.

Pilara: I don't need no release.

Mary: Yes, you do.

[Pilara sighs]

Pilara: I can leave this dump any time I want to.

Mary: Oh, no, you can’t. Not without a release you can’t.

Pilara: First, you tell me I got to leave today. Now you tell me I can't go.

Mary: I'm sorry; I really am, for the confusion.

Pilara: I can walk right out this front door, and you know what you can do with your paperwork!

[Mary sighs]

Mary: Well, I tell you what. How about if I just stay here with you until they show up? Right. You're right. It's probably a bad idea.

Jake: Thank you.

Marley: Dr. Jansen.

Dr. Jansen: Hello.

Marley: What -- it is such an honor to meet you.

Dr. Jansen: You're Mrs. McKinnon, Michael Hudson’s daughter.

Marley: Yes, I am, and this is my husband, Jake.

Jake: How are you?

Dr. Jansen: Oh, fine, fine. Have a seat.

Marley: Oh, we were so fortunate to get an appointment with you. I know we have --

Dr. Jansen: Yes, it isn't easy, I know. All right, here's the procedure for your initial visit.

Marley: All right.

Dr. Jansen: We'll examine you, we'll study your records, then we will reconvene in this office to discuss the medical agenda that I recommend for your particular case. Each case is unique. Therefore, I never generalize, nor do I speculate on anything until we've taken those steps. You can go into the examining rooms and undress now.

Jake: Uh -- you think you can tell us what to expect?

Dr. Jansen: I thought I just got through explaining. It would be premature to discuss anything at this point.

Jake: You just have so many patients, I --

Dr. Jansen: Mr. McKinnon, I have neither the time nor the inclination to discuss my other patients with you. You either accept my methods or you go elsewhere.

Jake: But I just wanted --

Dr. Jansen: There are no "buts," Mr. McKinnon. I will not be interviewed by you.

Marley: Well, no, I just think that my husband is a little bit nervous.

Dr. Jansen: I understand you're nervous. But you have to understand that I am extremely busy. I only agreed to see you as a favor.

Jake: Wait a minute.

Dr. Jansen: Ordinarily, you would have had to wait months, perhaps even a year for a consultation.

Jake: What -- you can go to hell, pal!

Marley: Now, Jake --

Dr. Jansen: I beg your pardon.

Jake: No, I don't care who you are. You have no right to treat me and my wife this way.

Marley: Jake, please --

Jake: No, listen, Marley, listen -- we waited -- we drove a long time to get here. We waited two lousy hours in your lousy waiting room, where all you have is 2-year-old books to read. Now we have to deal with this, like you're doing us some big, great favor?

Dr. Jansen: I was merely trying to point out that I --

Jake: What you're trying to point out, doctor, is you don't give a damn about us as human beings. If that's the way you want to be, fine, but we'll find somebody who does, all right? Come on, Marley, let's go.

Marley: Jake, now --

Dr. Jansen: No, wait, wait, wait. I am sorry for being so abrupt.

Marley: Oh.

Dr. Jansen: I find that -- I have been under a lot of pressure lately, and obviously it's affecting the way I treat my patients. I -- I know it's a shame, but when you treat as many couples as I do, it's often impossible to offer support or -- comfort. At least I know it is for me.

Marley: Oh, we understand. It's tense for us. We were in the waiting --

Dr. Jansen: Please, don't apologize, Mrs. McKinnon. Just make a decision. You have a problem and you want me to fix it. Sometimes I can. Do you want that chance?

Man: Too bad you can't stay here.

Pilara: What?

Man: It's a pretty cool place.

Pilara: Huh.

Man: Clean sheets, TV, plenty to eat.

Pilara: I'm not leaving.

Man: What's that?

Pilara: I mean not yet. I -- not right now. I need a paper.

Man: So what? Just enjoy it while you got it.

Pilara: I hate it here.

Man: I see you got them flowers I sent you, huh?

Pilara: Oh, they're beautiful, Ruben!

Ruben: Yeah?

Pilara: Oh, everybody says so.

Ruben: I got them downstairs in that shop in the lobby.

Pilara: They must have cost a fortune.

Ruben: It was enough.

Pilara: Nobody give me flowers. Thank you, Ruben.

Ruben: Don't thank me yet. I got another gift for you.

Pilara: Oh, yeah?

Ruben: Yeah. What time is it?

Pilara: I don't know.

Ruben: Why don't you look at your new watch and tell me?

Pilara: This is for me?

Ruben: Now you got no more excuses for being late, all right?

Pilara: Oh, Ruben, you didn't have to.

Ruben: I know I didn't have to. Just wanted to, that's all. Oh, forget it, it ain't nothing.

Pilara: Oh, but it is! Oh, Ruben. It's -- it's -- well, what's these initials? Who's B.T.?

Ruben: Oh, how the hell I know who it is? Now, if you don't want it, then don't take it, all right?

Pilara: I do, I do.

Ruben: I ain't forcing nothing on you, Pilara.

Pilara: I love it, Ruben.

Ruben: How come you always bring me down like that?

Pilara: I don't mean to.

Ruben: I was in a good mood when I got here. You know that?

Pilara: I'm sorry.

Ruben: I really was. And you just put that stuff in my face.

Pilara: Please, Ruben --

Ruben: Why you do that? Always doing that!

Mary: What's going on in here?

Pilara: It's ok.

Mary: Who are you and how did you get in here?

Rachel: I thought this would make you happy.

Matt: You're going to tell Mac to give Jason Frame a contract?

Rachel: I thought you wanted me to patch up my differences with the Frames.

Matt: Oh, fine, fine, go ahead. Whitewash everything. Pull out your checkbook and buy everyone off.

Rachel: Don't you talk to me like that.

Matt: What does it matter if you make it up with the Frames?

Rachel: I thought that's what you wanted.

Matt: I don't care what you do.

Mitch: Easy, Matthew.

Matt: No, no, see, it doesn't change anything. It doesn't change the fact that you seduced him --

Mitch: Matthew --

Matt: And you murdered that lady, and you brought me to some restaurant to talk about it and to pretend it never happened!

Mitch: Knock it off.

Matt: Well, it happened, and don't pretend that I was a wanted child! Because I wasn't! I was some mistake! And, you know, this is disgusting. I can't even stand to look at you guys.

Mitch: Matthew -- Matthew --

Matt: What?

Mitch: What do you think you're doing, talking to your mother like that?

Matt: What? You want to hit me? Go ahead.

Mitch: What is it --?

Matt: Go on!

Mitch: What do you think?

Matt: What?

Mitch: I'm tired of this! I'll tell you what -- you know what your problem is?

Felicia: Mitch --

Mitch: You just want to think about yourself, and you just want to be selfish, is that it?

Felicia: Mitch, stop it! Stop it! Don't hurt him! Stop it! Mitch -- ne

Felicia: I'm sorry.

Mitch: I wouldn't have hurt my son.

Felicia: I know that. Of course you wouldn’t. It's -- I just got scared.

Mitch: I love Matthew.

Felicia: I know. I just never saw that look on your face before.

Mitch: Well, I might have lost it, but it doesn't mean that I would have hurt him.

Felicia: It's just that you had that look.

Mitch: Well, I was angry.

Felicia: I just thought that --

Mitch: What? You just thought what?

Felicia: It's just that when you grabbed him, I --

Mitch: What am I supposed to do?

Felicia: I just didn't want you to hit him.

Mitch: I wasn't going to hit him. What is going on around here? I can't get through to my son, and all of a sudden you look at me like I'm some sort of child beater.

Mitch: Are you ok?

Felicia: Rachel.

Rachel: Did you see Matthew’s face?

Felicia: Yes. I -- I wish there was something that I could do for you.

Rachel: Ah. We've lost him. We have really lost him.

Pilara: This is one of my doctors, Ruben.

Ruben: A doctor, huh?

Mary: A psychologist. Name's McKinnon. What's yours?

Ruben: Pilara just said it. It's Ruben.

Mary: That's it? Just Ruben?

Ruben: Is this on the level? I mean, are you really a shrink?

Pilara: She's the person that's getting me released.

Ruben: Well, I ain't never seen no doctor who looked as good as you.

Mary: Ok, "just Ruben," I want you out of here.

Ruben: Oh, ok. Doctor, I have this pain. I think I'm wearing my pants too tight or something --

Mary: Out!

Ruben: What, couldn't you just look at it for me, please?

Mary: Now.

[Ruben laughs]

Ruben: I'll be out in the front, all right?

Pilara: You get my papers?

Mary: Who's Ruben?

Pilara: He's a guy.

Mary: Just -- a guy?

Pilara: A friend.

Mary: Come on, Pilara.

Pilara: What's your problem?

Mary: Don't have one. You do, though. I think it's Ruben.

Pilara: You're wrong.

Mary: He's the one who beat you, isn't he?

Pilara: Wrong again.

Mary: And you're going to go home with him.

Pilara: As soon as you give me my papers.

Mary: Pilara, he almost killed you!

Pilara: You don't know what you're talking about. You don't know nothing. Ruben loves me, and I love him.

Mary: What I saw when I walked into this room, that is not love.

Pilara: Well, it was my fault. I set him off.

Mary: Is that what he tells you?

Pilara: No.

Mary: Pilara, please don't do it. Please don't go with someone who abuses you.

Pilara: He don’t.

Mary: He does! He beats you! The man physically beats you! Please don't go home with him!

Pilara: You're crazy, man. "Don't go with Ruben." Man's my whole life.

[Music plays]

Jamie: I wonder what the specials are tonight.

Vicky: Oh, well, we haven't even sat down yet.

Jamie: Have you tried their stuffed pork chops? They're fantastic.

Vicky: Jamie, I'm not real concerned about the food.

Jamie: You're not hungry?

Vicky: No, it's just that I --

Woman: Hello, Vicky.

Vicky: Debra. You know Dr. Frame?

Debra: Sure do. I see you at the hospital.

Vicky: Yeah, Debra is a volunteer, and we've had some shifts together.

Debra: So, how come you guys aren't out on the dance floor, huh? This guy is some hoofer, Vicky, a regular John Travolta.

Vicky: Yeah? Well, I didn't know you had time to dance on your shifts.

Debra: Hey, that's good. No, I've seen Dr. Frame here a bunch. Remember that time you were doing those movements just like in "Saturday night fever"? The whole place was clapping for you. It was a riot, I swear.

Jamie: Debra, we just got here.

Debra: Oh, great song!

Vicky: Debra --

Debra: You know that friend that you usually come in here with? Now, there is an incredible team. You could be on "soul train," I swear. You know, long, black hair.

Jamie: Yeah, right, right, mm-hmm.

Debra: Is she a professional dancer?

Jamie: No, no, she's not.

Debra: I mean, she sure has the body for it, and the face -- I mean, she should be in show business. Do you know that when I first saw her I thought she was Brooke shields?

[Jamie laughs]

Debra: I almost went up to her and asked her for her autograph.

Vicky: Debra -- we want to be alone.

Debra: Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you guys were talking -- or whatever. I'll talk to you guys at work, ok?

Jamie: Whoo-hoo-hoo. Ahem. So, are you comfortable?

Vicky: Comfortable?

Jamie: In that chair?

Vicky: Why wouldn't I be?

Jamie: I thought maybe you'd prefer a chair with more back support.

Vicky: No, no. No, this is just fine.

[Song changes]

Vicky: Oh. Good song.

Jamie: Uh-huh. Yeah, I remember when this song came out. I was in what grade? Let's see --

Vicky: You must have aced school.

Jamie: Oh, I got by.

Vicky: Straight A's?

Jamie: Hmm, occasional B. What about you? Were you good in school?

Vicky: Terrible.

Jamie: Why is that?

Vicky: Didn't study.

Jamie: Must have had a lot of friends.

Vicky: No, just one.

Jamie: What was her name?

Vicky: His name -- Jake McKinnon.

Jamie: No girlfriends?

Vicky: I wasn't the type to have girlfriends.

Singer: I realize I love you 'cause I

Jamie: Well, tell me about your prom?

Vicky: Didn't go.

Jamie: Why not?

Vicky: Because I wasn't asked!

Jamie: I can't believe that.

Vicky: Do you know what I did the night of prom? I sat on the roof of Jake’s car and we drank beers.

Jamie: Hmm.

Vicky: Hmm. Is that all you can say, "Hmm"?

Jamie: What would you like me to say?

Vicky: I don't know. You could say something like "it doesn't matter what you did for the prom or that you didn't edit a yearbook or that you -- you didn't take tennis lessons --"

Jamie: It doesn't matter.

Vicky: I think it does.

Jamie: No, Vicky, listen to me.

Vicky: No, you listen to me. I came from nothing, Jamie. I am not like the Cory's. I am not like the Loves. I'm not like anyone you've ever known. And I most definitely am not Lisa.

[Music plays]

Jamie: I am not asking you to be like Lisa.

Vicky: I'm leaving.

Jamie: No!

Vicky: I really can't take it anymore, Jamie.

Jamie: What did I do?

Vicky: Nothing. You did nothing.

Jamie: Well, at least let me give you a ride home.

Vicky: I'll get a ride with Debra.

Jamie: Wait, just -- wait a second, will you? Hold on! Now, I know how difficult this is. But I am trying.

Singer: When I got your call

Vicky: But it just doesn't work, does it? Because you still have Lisa on your mind. You want to go places you went with Lisa. You want to have conversations that you had with Lisa. You want to relive all those moments that you miss so much. You can relive them as much as you want, but not with me, Jamie.

Singer: I found it very hard to stay away

Matt: Hi, Josie.

Josie: Matthew. I was getting worried about you.

Matt: I just had another fight with my parents.

Josie: Oh, Matt.

Matt: This one was the worst. I mean, I ended up tearing into my mom. You should've seen her face. And my dad -- he got madder than I've ever seen him before. Damn it, Josie, I wish they'd just leave me alone!

Josie: Matthew, what do you want from them? I mean, you don't like it when your dad does talk about the past, and you get mad at your mom when she doesn't talk about it. You got to make up your mind.

Matt: I can't, Josie. I don't know what I want.

Josie: Maybe you just don't want to see them anymore.

Matt: No, no. No, that's not it.

Josie: Well, then you've got to help them figure out how to handle this.

Matt: Josie, I'm confused.

Josie: I know you are.

Matt: And it's not like I'm not trying, because I am. I try. I swear to God I try. But every time I say that I'm going to be understanding, I'm going to be mature, I'm going to be in control, I end up acting like some jerk!

Josie: You've just got some decisions to make, that's all.

Matt: You're right.

Josie: And, Matthew, I'll be with you all the way, whatever you decide. Ok?

Marley: There, now. Weren't you impressed?

Jake: Yeah, the guy seems to know what he's doing.

Marley: Yes, he does.

Jake: Where did he go now?

Marley: Well, I think we've waited long enough. I think we can wait just a little bit more, don't you?

Dr. Jansen: Well, I've examined you --

Marley: Mm-hmm.

Dr. Jansen: I've looked over your records, and offhand I'd say there's nothing particularly idiosyncratic about your case.

Marley: Is that good?

Dr. Jansen: Well, it's impossible to make an assessment right now, not until we do a laparoscopy.

Marley: Ok.

Jake: What's that?

Marley: No, I know what that is, sweetie.

Jake: I know that, hon. I just want to know for me, all right?

Dr. Jansen: It's basically an exploratory procedure that helps us to pinpoint the problem. In some cases the procedure takes care of the problem, but that's very rare. It does require general anesthesia, and your wife will most likely have to be hospitalized overnight.

Jake: General anesthesia.

Dr. Jansen: Now, I've had a last-minute cancellation, which I suggest you take advantage of because that's very rare. All things being equal, I can do the surgery in the morning.

Marley: Yes! Ok.

Jake: Forget it.

Marley: What?

Jake: No, I mean, he hasn't told us enough. All he does is spout out information. The guy won't even look us in the eye.

Dr. Jansen: Mr. McKinnon, I have told you everything you need to know up until this point. Now, do you want to work with me or not?

Jake: We'll just wait.

Marley: Jake, if Dr. Jansen thinks that --

Jake: I don't care what Dr. Jansen thinks. You're not going to have an operation.

Dr. Jansen: Fine. But if you change your mind, it will be another six months before there's an opening.

Jake: Well, then we'll just wait.

Marley: Jake! No!

[Sneeze]

Pilara: I'm free to go?

Mary: Mm-hmm. But before you do --

Pilara: Uh-oh, no more lectures.

Mary: No, it's not a lecture. I just have something I want to give you.

Pilara: What? Ruben's waiting for me.

Mary: This.

Pilara: What's that?

Mary: It's a pamphlet for you to read about battered women.

Pilara: Oh, man.

Mary: Please, don't be foolish. Please read it. It'll give you a whole new perspective on your life.

Pilara: "Perspective." That's a big word. You're always with the big words.

Mary: Well, I'm trying to help you understand. I also want to give you my card. It has my home phone number and my address on it.

Pilara: I know this neighborhood.

Mary: Not all that far from yours.

Pilara: You got to be kidding. It's a million miles and a million bucks.

Mary: Oh, honey, you couldn't be more wrong.

Pilara: You got a house, right?

Mary: Yeah.

Pilara: One family to a house, cars in the garage, grass, flowers, dogs on leashes?

Mary: Yeah. But we're not millionaires.

Pilara: I'm from the streets like all my family. What you pay to get these cards made up could probably feed me for an entire week.

Mary: I don't know what to say.

Pilara: I know. Because you don't know. I'm trying to tell you -- we're different, street people. We got to be. You'll never understand.

Mary: Let me try.

Pilara: No. I don't need your help. I'll get by on my own like always.

Marley: Dr. Jansen, I would like to speak with my husband alone, please.

Dr. Jansen: Fine. I'll take my next patient. Let me know when you've made up your minds. I'll be needing this office in 10 minutes.

Marley: Thank you, doctor.

Marley: I want to have this surgery.

Jake: No.

Marley: It's my body.

Jake: You're just going to turn it over to him, huh?

Marley: I want a child.

Jake: Marley, there are no guarantees.

Marley: Don't you think I know that?

Jake: Then why are you so anxious to do this?

Marley: Because -- if we don't do it now, then there will be no hope. Sweetie, why are you backing off like this?

Jake: I just don't want to see you go through surgery again.

Marley: Well, I know Dr. Jansen wouldn't have suggested surgery if he didn't know it was the right thing.

Jake: I don't have a problem with that, all right? I am sure that it is the right thing to do.

Marley: Well, then what is the problem?

Jake: I just don't want to see you go through any pain.

Marley: Oh. Sweetheart -- it will cause me more pain to wait than to have the surgery. Do you understand that? I want a child. I want us to have a child.

Jake: Ok.

Marley: You agree I should have the surgery?

Jake: Let's go back to Bay City and pack your bags.

Marley: Oh! Oh, Jake.

Felicia: I guess this was a pretty crummy idea tonight. Mitch so much wanted everything --

Rachel: I should've met with him alone. He felt ganged-up on.

Felicia: Yeah, I think he did.

Rachel: Poor Mitch. He just wants it to be over, you know? He's had it.

Felicia: I've never seen him like this before.

Rachel: Like what?

Felicia: He was going to hit Matthew.

Rachel: No, he wasn’t.

Felicia: A father really shouldn't hit his own son.

Rachel: Felicia, listen to me. He would never hit Matthew. You know that.

Felicia: Yes, I know. Of course he wouldn’t. Listen, come on, I'll take you out the back way. All right?

Rachel: Ok, thanks.

Vicky: Ugh! I have to sit down. Oh, it's so hot out there!

Debra: Yeah, it is crowded, huh? Could I get you some water, a wet towel?

Vicky: No, I feel like a wet towel -- a big, fat wet towel. I don't need you to do anything. I just have to sit down.

Debra: I'm real sorry about the car breaking down.

Vicky: Oh, hey, not your fault. I mean, why would you think that a 1968 sedan with 700,000 miles on it would just conk out on you like that?

Debra: My service station is real prompt about towing. You'll be home in no time.

Vicky: Ok, do you have to call them, or do they have a sixth sense every time your car breaks down?

Debra: Oh, I'm going to call.

Vicky: Good. Why did you drag me all the way up here just to make a phone call?

Debra: It's not every day I get all dressed up, you know?

Vicky: Oh. You came all the way here just to show Tops your wardrobe?

Debra: I've never been here before. You know, the guys I date are kind of movie-and-a-pizza types.

Vicky: Oh, all right. Well, then, just -- go make the call and then go strut your stuff, all right?

Debra: Yeah, but you're not feeling well.

Vicky: No, I'll feel a lot worse if I see the battle-ax that runs this place, so let's get –

[Music plays]

Matt: How do you do it?

Josie: Do what?

Matt: No matter what has happened and no matter how upset I am, I talk to you and everything seems fine. How do you make me feel so good?

Josie: I guess I know that you can handle anything. You just need some reminding sometimes.

Matt: You know, you are the best person I know.

Josie: Uh, don't you -- don't you have an exam or something tomorrow?

Matt: That kind of reminding I can do without, though, thank you.

Josie: Oh, no, you don’t. You have to study. If you don't study, I'll feel like it's my fault.

Matt: Yeah, well, it would be, too. You're a terrible distraction.

Josie: Go.

Matt: Wait a minute, don't you need a ride home?

Josie: No. I saw Kenny here. He can give me a ride home.

Matt: I want to take you home.

Josie: Matthew, face it -- you have to study.

Matt: Ok.

Josie: Ok.

Matt: I'll call you later.

Josie: Ok.

Singer: Thought I read the message in your eyes

Singers: Lies

Singer: But I was too caught up

Ken: I waited till the coast was clear. He's not going to come back, is he?

Josie: No, I sent him to the library.

Ken: Good. Wait till you see this costume.

Josie: Costume?

Ken: Well, yeah. I tell you, you're going to flip out, because I did.

Singer: You give me the same old story

Matt: Hey, what's going on?

Singer: It's just a friend that's who I am

Rachel: Hello, Vicky.

Vicky: Hi, all.

Rachel: I forgot my lipstick.

Felicia: Well, it seems that Vicky has forgotten her manners.

Debra: I should -- um --

Vicky: Go.

Debra: Go make that call.

Vicky: Yes, go. Go.

Felicia: So, I see that you're having another night out with the girls, huh?

Vicky: I didn't choose to be here. Her car broke down.

Felicia: Ah, uh-huh. Gee, I'm sorry that your little plan didn't work out too well.

Vicky: What plan?

Felicia: Well, now that Jamie has finally broken up with Lisa, it seems to me that he still doesn't have enough time for you.

Vicky: Haven't you heard the news?

Felicia: No.

Rachel: What news?

Vicky: Jamie asked me to marry him. Now, what do you think about that, Mother Cory?

Felicia: Well, I'm sure the wedding is very soon. I mean, if I were you, I'd get him to the altar right away before he has a chance to change his mind.

Vicky: Just for your information, I said no. Later, chicks.

Mitch: Jamie?

Jamie: Hello, Mitch.

Mitch: Are you alone?

Jamie: Just me and the bartender.

Mitch: Mind if I make it a threesome?

Jamie: Where's Felicia? Or shouldn't I ask? Looks like a man who's had a bad night.

Mitch: It's been one of the worst that I've had in a long, long, long time.

Jamie: Well, I can relate to that.

Mitch: Same, please. Well, I'm sorry you have.

Jamie: Did I say a bad night, Mitch? No, I meant bad month. For months now, I've been trying to please everybody else.

Mitch: You know, you've asked for a very tough assignment.

Jamie: Trying to please this one, trying to please that one, this one in particular. Well, as usual, I blew it! But tonight I'm going to forget about it.

Mitch: That sounds good to me.

Jamie: Sounds good and is good, Mitch. Tonight's going to be my night. You heard it here first. Dr. Jamie Frame is ready for anything.

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