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Another World Transcript Wednesday 11/10/04

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Felicia: Mitch, let me have it, all right? It's not polite to read someone else's mail, even your wifeís.

Mitch: Who is Noah Grady?

Felicia: Please, honey.

Mitch: Now, come on, what is this? Do you have a husband stashed away somewhere that I don't know about?

Felicia: Give it to me!

Matt: You're shivering.

Rachel: Am I? Oh, I guess I am.

Matt: Here. Ahem.

Rachel: You going to take care of me?

Matt: You want something warm to drink?

Rachel: I want us to talk. I don't want the past to come between us anymore.

Sharlene: Well, you scared me half to death.

John: I'm sorry.

Sharlene: No, it's not your fault.

John: Is there anything wrong?

Sharlene: Wrong? Wrong? No, no.

John: You sure?

Sharlene: Everything's fine.

John: It's just that --

Sharlene: Fine.

John: It's awfully late, and you generally never just drop in, so --

Sharlene: Well, actually, I wasn't -- I wasn't dropping in. I -- well, heck, Sharlene, take the plunge. I -- I came here because I wanted to see you.

Vicky: Ok, here we go.

Jamie: Where are you taking me?

Vicky: To lie down.

Jamie: No!

Vicky: Now, don't give me any trouble, Jamie.

Jamie: I was having fun.

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: I want to go back to the Pelican Club.

Vicky: All right, jacket off.

Jamie: Do you realize --

Vicky: Here's a pillow.

Jamie: Do you realize how long it's been since I've had any -- any fun?

Vicky: Whoa! Ok.

Jamie: Huh?

Vicky: Here we go. Now, you can just --

Jamie: It's been a long time.

Vicky: Sit right there. Right.

Jamie: You know, tonight made me realize something.

Vicky: Uh -- you can't handle your booze?

Jamie: No, that I've been missing out.

Vicky: Oh. Come on --

Jamie: Always playing the straight arrow.

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: Mr. J.C. man of the year.

Vicky: Oh.

Jamie: Mr. Fool. I've been a fool.

Vicky: There we go.

Jamie: Always trying to do the right thing, always the boring right thing! And you know what the killer is?

Vicky: Ok, there you go.

Jamie: I'll tell you what the killer is. There's a whole world of people out there who said to hell with the right thing. And those are the people, my dear -- those are the ones who know what's happening. Where are you?

Vicky: Oh, here, here, I'm coming. Here you go.

Jamie: You know, they've been living a life of freedom, of spontaneity.

Vicky: Uh-huh.

Jamie: And now that Lisaís left me, and you've turned me down, I'm a free agent now, aren't I?

Vicky: All right, you just rest, ok?

Jamie: Rest? No, I am tired of resting. I am going to enjoy myself. Goodbye, guilt, and hello, freedom!

Vicky: Forget it!

Jamie: Forget it?

Vicky: Yes.

Jamie: What do you mean, forget it?

Vicky: Come on, Jamie. You could never live a life like that. You're not -- you're not spontaneous enough.

Jamie: Oh, no?

Vicky: Ok Ė

Marley: Well, this will solve the mystery. After the surgery, we will know what our chances are.

Jake: Yeah, I just wish Dr. Jansen would have given us more time to think about it.

Marley: I want this surgery! Would you get that into your thick skull?

Jake: Yeah.

Marley: What?

Jake: I love you.

Marley: You know, the next time I'm in a hospital room, I want to be lying on the bed with you right next to me.

Jake: Well, that sounds good to me.

Marley: Well, that's not the best part, because after that, I want a nurse to walk in the door and say, "Mr. and Mrs. McKinnon, here is your beautiful child." And then, see, she will hand us this beautiful, warm, cuddly, pink, crying bundle of joy. And we'll look at it and we'll cradle it in our arms and we'll know that it was all worth it.

Sharlene: You know, I've always been a straightforward type, so I'm just going to come right out and say it.

John: This sounds serious.

Sharlene: Yeah, I -- I guess it is, sort of.

John: Something wrong at the farm?

Sharlene: No. No. Boy -- hmm, so much for being straightforward.

John: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

Sharlene: You know, John, I'm short a whole batch of preserves.

John: Oh. What was it, the frost?

Sharlene: No, no. I -- I threw them on the floor.

John: You threw a whole batch of preserves on the floor?

Sharlene: Yeah. It was no picnic cleaning that up.

John: May I ask why you did it?

Sharlene: You may.

John: Why did you do it, Sharlene?

Sharlene: I did it because I -- I realized I was turning into a dull human being. I was turning into a pickling, canning, sewing fool.

John: Oh, no, no, anything but that.

Sharlene: No, no, you're being kind. I know what I was, and I knew what I had to do. I had to do something wild. I had to cut loose a little, throw something.

John: Preserves?

Sharlene: Felt pretty good.

John: Well, what was it exactly that brought on all this soul search?

Sharlene: You.

John: What did I do?

Sharlene: You know, it has been a long time since I have had a man friend. And I would look at you, and I'd think -- and then the other day, you know, when you brought the flowers and all, and I acted like a -- a 15-year-old girl, I --

John: No.

Sharlene: A young 15-year-old girl.

John: No, no. No, you didnít. Maybe I overstepped my bounds.

Sharlene: What bounds?

John: Well, we are friends.

Sharlene: Could I have glass of water?

John: Do you want something else? Coffee, tea maybe?

Sharlene: No, just some water. My throat is -- it's dry.

John: Sure.

Sharlene: John, I want to say something to you. I want you to know something.

John: What's that?

Sharlene: I really liked your coming to see me. And I really liked the flowers, and I really wanted to go to that party with you.

John: You did?

Sharlene: Yeah. I know it was a little hard to tell, but that's why I would kind of like to start over.

Josie: If Matt finds out what I did to buy his Christmas present --

Kenny: Hey, I don't see what's wrong with earning a little money.

Josie: By singing in front of his friends? And this?

Kenny: Hey, you look great in that. You know, you should probably wear that for all your gigs.

Josie: All my gigs?

Kenny: Well, you've got to know that after tonight the offers are just going to come pouring in.

Josie: And I'm going to turn them all down.

Kenny: Oh, Josie.

Josie: Kenny, you don't think I could possibly go through that again, do you?

Kenny: Hey, you've got -- you got star quality, you know? You can't really hide from that.

Josie: Would you stop?

Kenny: Since I discovered you, that means I get 10%.

Josie: Kenny, look!

Kenny: What? Matt.

Josie: And his mother. What am I going to do if he sees me like this?

Kenny: Uh -- quick, you can -- you can change in my car.

Josie: Kenny.

Kenny: Hey, I won't look. Really.

Josie: Oh, if Matt finds out about this --

Kenny: He won't, remember? It our little secret, I promise.

Rachel: Thank you.

Matt: You're welcome.

Rachel: You're comfortable here, aren't you?

Matt: Yes.

Rachel: More than at home?

Matt: Maybe.

Rachel: Honey, what happened years ago, I didn't have any control over.

Matt: I'm listening.

Rachel: I killed Janice, and that will be with me for the rest of my life, but I didn't have any choice.

Matt: Maybe it was self-defense.

Rachel: It was self-defense. She would have killed me and Mac.

Matt: But you slept with my father, and you didn't love him.

Rachel: That's right.

Matt: How could you do that?

Rachel: Because at the moment I didn't think there was any other way of saving Mac.

Matt: No other way?

Rachel: I know how hard that is for you to accept. Honey, life isn't always black and white. You can't always wait for the right choice, you know? You do the best you can. But I've always loved you. I loved you from the very moment I knew you were inside me.

Matt: When you thought I was Macís.

Rachel: Nothing changed when I learned the truth.

Matt: Nothing changed?

Rachel: Not my feelings for you. Honey, you're my child. I wish I could describe to you what that feels like. A parent's love for a child -- it fills you up. Maybe you'll know what that's like someday when you're a parent. Mitch loves you like that, too, you know. That's the truth.

Matt: Mom, I was an accident. That is also the truth. If everyone had their way back then, I wouldn't exist. Isn't that right?

Felicia: I'm -- I'm sorry. I'm -- I didn't mean to yell at you. I shouldn't be so secretive about this.

Mitch: It's ok. I didn't mean to tease you.

Felicia: It's ok. Why don't we both forget it, all right?

Mitch: Well, wait a minute. Wait, just tell me -- who is Noah Grady?

Felicia: Honey, come on. It's such a long story.

Mitch: In other words, you don't want to talk about it.

Felicia: Look, it's -- it's late. Aren't you tired?

Mitch: Is he a relative?

Felicia: He's my stepfather.

Mitch: You never even said that you had a stepfather.

Felicia: I know, I know.

Mitch: Well, why not?

Felicia: We don't see each other very much.

Mitch: Well, I know, but you never even mentioned him.

Felicia: He's a minister.

Mitch: No kidding?

Felicia: And why do you say it quite like that?

Mitch: Well, I just never thought of you as having a preacher for a father.

Felicia: My stepfather.

Mitch: Stepfather.

Felicia: Right.

Mitch: So where does he live?

Felicia: Boston, Massachusetts.

Mitch: Oh. So is that why you don't ever see him?

Felicia: He -- he works with the underprivileged.

Mitch: So?

Felicia: Well, he's very committed to his work.

Mitch: That doesn't mean that you can't ever talk to him.

Felicia: Look, I tried calling him on the phone. He's not real great with the phone, so I -- I write to him.

Mitch: And that's it? Nothing more?

Felicia: What more? What?

Mitch: Well, what kind of person is he?

Felicia: Honey, why do you want to know about all of this?

Mitch: Because he's part of who you are.

Felicia: All right. He's -- he's gentle, he's kind, he's almost shy. He's absolutely nothing like me.

Mitch: Your father died when you were a kid?

Felicia: Right. In fact, he's the one that I'm -- I'm like, that I take after.

Mitch: And so your mom remarried?

Felicia: Right. She was lonely, I guess. My brother and I must have been a handful for her.

Mitch: And then she died.

Felicia: Right. She died.

Mitch: How old were you?

Felicia: Uh -- 14.

Mitch: And then what happened?

Felicia: What? What happened?

Mitch: Well, I mean, you and your brother went and stayed with your stepfather?

Felicia: No, my brother joined the navy. He was several years older than I was, so he went to the navy.

Mitch: And Noah raised you?

Felicia: Noah and his sister, Abigail, raised me. All right?

Mitch: And how was that?

Felicia: It was -- it was fine. They were very good to me.

Felicia: They were very good people.

Mitch: Hey, wait. What is going on here? Why are you getting so upset?

Vicky: Jamie, no!

Jamie: Come on.

Vicky: No, you've had too much to drink.

Jamie: No, I think I've had the perfect amount to drink.

Vicky: You'll regret this in the morning.

Jamie: Not me. Will you? What seems to be the problem?

Vicky: Jamie, you're not yourself!

Jamie: Of course I'm myself. I'm very much myself. You know why? Because for the first time in I don't know how long, I'm not in pain. So who needs sense?

Vicky: Uh -- I'm happy for you, Jamie.

Jamie: I'm happy for me, too, thank you very much. Know why? Because I'm not hurting anyone. Not you, not Lisa, not our baby.

Vicky: You're not the only one involved in this! Just because --

Jamie: The problem has been all these needy people. Women and patients and everybody.

Vicky: Jamie, just listen to me for --

Jamie: Nope, not tonight. Tonight is my night, and I'm going to enjoy my life tonight. Because tomorrow comes too soon. And then it'll start all up all over again -- the tightrope, and the never being right.

Vicky: I always wondered what you would say to me when you didn't think about it first.

Jamie: I care about you. I really do. But you want me to say the l word -- "love." I know you do. You're waiting for it. I wish I could.

Vicky: It's ok. Oh, I've never been the patient type, but --

Jamie: But what?

Vicky: I'm trying.

Jamie: I want to stay here tonight.

Sharlene: The fact is that I -- come on, Sharlene, don't lose your nerve. Just -- I have feelings for you.

John: You know, you have a lot of nerve.

Sharlene: Yeah, but now there's none left. I just used it all up.

John: No, don't worry about that. Just keep talking.

Sharlene: I haven't had these kind of feelings for a long time.

John: I know how that is.

Sharlene: Do you?

John: The way I figure it, this may be the blind leading the blind.

Sharlene: I think I have been out of circulation a little longer than you have.

John: You mean Chris?

Sharlene: Yeah. I know that wasn't an easy relationship.

John: No, it wasnít.

Sharlene: I mean, the way she was.

John: No, it wasn't just her. It was me, too.

Sharlene: You don't have to talk about it, ok?

John: You know, it may not work out with us.

Sharlene: That's ok. Oh, no, no. Oh, no, that's not ok. I -- well, God, I don't know what I mean.

John: I think I do.

Sharlene: Good.

John: You are really something, Sharlene.

Sharlene: I'm turning into a 15-year-old girl again, all tongue-tied.

John: And you're blushing, too.

Sharlene: Oh. Oh, I am, huh? That's -- hmm.

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: Well, that -- that hasn't happened in a long time. Hmm. It feels kind of nice.

John: Well, it looks good on you.

Sharlene: Well, I -- it's -- well, you know, I don't have anything else to say. Hmm. I think maybe I should go.

John: Ok.

Sharlene: So, just out of curiosity, where -- where do you -- where do we go from here?

John: Well, I have a few things in mind -- that is, if you don't mind leaving it all up to me.

Sharlene: Oh, no, I would love to leave it up to you.

John: Then I'll call you tomorrow, Sharlene. I'm glad you came over here tonight.

Sharlene: Me, too.

Sharlene: Bye.

[Music plays]

Singer: I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

Rachel: Honey, have you ever felt unwanted?

Matt: No.

Rachel: Have you ever felt unloved?

Matt: No.

Rachel: Before you knew about this, were you unhappy?

Matt: This is part of who I am.

Rachel: I know, but it's also true that you've had two very loving fathers and a whole family that's very supportive of you.

Matt: I know your point.

Rachel: Honey, you're such a wonderful young man. But at the moment, you don't seem to have any forgiveness, and this frightens me because I thought I taught you this.

Matt: Did you forgive Janice Frame?

Rachel: She was trying to kill me, Matthew! And Mac! That's all I was thinking about -- nobody was going to kill me or Mac! But, you know, if -- if this is what's going to come between us, then she's won. Janice has won all those years ago.

Matt: Mom, you have had your whole life to deal with this. I havenít.

Rachel: I'm sorry. You're right. We didn't know how to tell you.

Matt: It was like my whole -- my whole life was turned upside down. One minute you have something, the next minute you donít.

Rachel: What? What don't you have?

Matt: My life! I thought it was one way, it turned out to be something different. I have to come to terms with that.

Rachel: How can I help?

Matt: You already have. You know, I realized that the problem wasn't with you or dad. It was with myself -- the me I was all my life and the me I am now, now that I know.

Rachel: I hate that we've hurt you like this. And I will hate it so much more if we lose you because of this.

Matt: Mom -- whoever I am, I will be here.

Matt: Like mother, like son. We're both survivors, Mom. I love you.

Rachel: Honey, I love you.

Felicia: Life was hard. Noah tried very hard to show me the right way.

Mitch: Well, why don't you ever see him? Boston is a two-hour flight away.

Felicia: It's because of his work. It -- it sort of consumes him, I guess.

Mitch: But you don't even talk to him.

Felicia: He decided to cut himself off from his remaining family.

Mitch: Why?

Felicia: So he could devote all of his time to his work. He made a vow. I certainly respect that.

Mitch: Yeah.

Felicia: It would be selfish of me if I tried to intrude, don't you think?

Mitch: Even at Christmas? I mean, he can't make an exception for that?

Felicia: No, I don't think so.

Mitch: Well, there's only one way to find out. Give him a call.

Felicia: Call him? No, I --

Mitch: I'll do it.

Felicia: No, no. No, it's all right, I will. I'll call him. I'll call him in the morning. All right? I promise.

Vicky: You can stay here tonight, Jamie.

Jamie: Thanks.

Jamie: No, no, no. No, stay for a while.

Jamie: Lisa.

[Kenny hums]

Matt: Kenny.

Kenny: Hey, Matt, how you doing?

Matt: Hey, how you doing?

Kenny: Listen, we missed you at the party last night.

Matt: Oh, yeah?

Kenny: Yeah. You should have seen the entertainment.

Matt: Wait, wait, wait -- let me guess. You had a string quartet. No, no, no, no -- better yet, you had a reading of the works of Shakespeare. I can picture it now.

Kenny: No, man, what we had was a singer -- a girl singer.

Matt: No kidding?

Kenny: Oh, yes. She was beautiful. She had these beautiful eyes, amazing body.

Matt: Hmm. Who find this girl, Kenny?

Kenny: Me. And, you know, she was right under my nose, too.

Matt: Yeah, you wish.

Kenny: No, I'm serious. I can't really tell you any more because I know you have a girlfriend. I don't want to corrupt you.

Matt: Come on, come on, come on, give me -- tell me.

Kenny: Hey, look, all I can tell you is this chick was hot! Oh, was she hot.

Josie: Matthew.

Jamie: What happened last night, Vicky?

Vicky: Relax, Jamie. You already got me pregnant. What else could happen?

Jamie: Heh-heh-heh. Uh -- I seem to remember the last thing I --

Vicky: All right, well, you get ready. I've got to go the hospital and visit Marley, so I'll drive you to work.

Jamie: Car -- my car! What happened to my car?

Vicky: You left it at the Pelican.

Jamie: Oh, good. At least I had some sense.

Vicky: Ok. Well, here you go. Coffee, water.

Jamie: Thank you.

Vicky: All right. I'm going to go get ready.

Jamie: Mm-hmm. Hey, Vicky?

Vicky: Yeah?

Jamie: Did I -- did I say anything last night?

Vicky: Nothing important. Take a shower. You'll feel much better, ok? Oh, need any help?

Jamie: No!

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: No, I'll be fine, as long as I don't die first.

Vicky: Here. Clean towel.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: Oh, I'll get that.

Jamie: Bathroom this way?

Vicky: Yeah, that way. Oh, it's too early for this.

Rachel: I want to talk to you.

Vicky: Don't you ever call first?

Rachel: It's about Jamieís marriage proposal.

Vicky: You know, I haven't even had time to put on my lipstick yet.

Rachel: It took an awful lot of courage to turn him down.

Vicky: Is that what you came over to tell me?

Rachel: Yes, I was very impressed.

Vicky: Well, I'm so relieved because I live to impress you, Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: I'm serious, Vicky. That was a difficult thing to do, but I think it was the right thing to do.

Vicky: Speaking from experience?

Rachel: Yes, I am. I've been there. It was very hard.

Vicky: Yes, it is hard.

Rachel: But if you need any help, I wanted you to know I'll -- I'll do whatever I can. I'll take you to the hospital, take care of the baby -- whatever you need, ok?

Jamie: Vicky, you got any more s-- soap?

John: You -- you said that we were going to start over.

Sharlene: That's right, I did.

John: So -- correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that I was standing right about here.

Sharlene: Yes, that -- that is close enough.

John: Good. And you were going to ask me in?

Sharlene: Oh, yes, do come in, Mr. Hudson.

John: Good, this is working already. And -- well, I guess we should make some real smart small talk.

Sharlene: You do. I -- I put my foot in my mouth.

John: Oh, no, come on, Sharlene. This is a whole new day. We have a chance to rewrite history.

Sharlene: No, no amount of rewriting is going to make me good at small talk.

John: All right. Well, in that case, I wasn't being perfectly honest with you, either. These are not just because you invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner, or any other reason. They're just for you from me.

Sharlene: They are so beautiful. Thank you.

John: You're welcome.

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

John: So, what do you think?

Sharlene: Think?

John: How are we doing?

Sharlene: Oh, oh. It -- it feels -- it feels right.

John: I guess we just needed a little practice.

Sharlene: They really are beautiful.

John: Do you -- you remember what happened last time I brought you flowers?

Sharlene: Nothing.

John: Yeah. Why was that?

Sharlene: My fault.

John: No, no, I don't think it was anyone's fault. It's just everything kind of came to a halt.

Sharlene: Uh -- that was my fault.

John: Ok, that was your fault.

[Sharlene laughs]

John: Well, let's just hope that you can be a little bit wiser this time.

Sharlene: What -- what do I do?

John: Say yes.

Sharlene: To what?

John: Going out with me.

Sharlene: When?

John: Wednesday night.

Sharlene: It's a date.

John: You sure?

Sharlene: I got my eyes wide open.

John: Me, too.

Sharlene: You want to know something?

John: What?

Sharlene: I can't wait.

Rachel: Jamie.

Jamie: Mom.

Vicky: I'll go get that soap that you wanted.

Rachel: What are you doing here?

Vicky: Taking a shower!

Rachel: You don't have a shower?

Vicky: It was no big deal. He wasn't feeling well. He ended up here.

Rachel: By accident?

Vicky: He was in the neighborhood. He needed to lie down.

Rachel: Would you let him defend himself?

Jamie: Defend myself? Why should I have to defend myself?

Rachel: Your sister lives right across the hall. Why didn't you go over there?

Jamie: I can go where I please, you know.

Vicky: Yeah, maybe he felt more comfortable with me.

Rachel: Would you let him talk?

Vicky: I'm not stopping him!

Jamie: Would the both of you please shut up! Just for a minute? I can -- I'm here because I want to be here.

Rachel: So everything you said the other night -- there was no substance to that?

Vicky: I don't owe you any explanation, Rachel, and neither does your son.

Jamie: That's right, I don't, Mom, but I'll tell you this much. You're going to have to get used to this because I'm going to be spending a lot of time with Vicky. And the baby.

Rachel: This is all right with you?

Vicky: Why wouldn't it be?

Rachel: I thought --

Jamie: Mom, you thought wrong. Now, listen, Vicky doesn't want to marry me. That's true. She has her reasons, and I respect them. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm going to be very much a part of her life, forever.

Rachel: Well, I'm sorry I barged in.

Jamie: Mom, you're going to have to get used to this. This baby is going to make us all a part of the same family.

Josie: So, what were you talking to Kenny about?

Matt: Oh, some frat party.

Josie: Well, what did he say?

Matt: Well, you know Kenny -- on and on about some gorgeous girl. Listen, I have some big news.

Josie: What?

Matt: I settled things with my mom.

Josie: Oh, Matthew, really? When?

Matt: Last night, in your kitchen, as a matter of fact. I don't know where you were.

Josie: Well, tell me about it. I mean, what did you say? What did she say?

Matt: Well, we said a lot of things. Basically, I realized that the past is the past, and I don't want to dwell on it anymore.

Josie: Oh, that's great, Matt.

Matt: Yeah. All I want to concentrate on is you and the future.

Josie: Oh, Matt.

Matt: You never told me where you were last night.

Josie: Oh, well, I was upstairs. You just -- you just had other things on your mind.

Matt: I guess so. But that's going to change.

Josie: I just want to be with you, Matt.

Matt: Things are going to be a lot better, I promise. Listen, I'll give you a call later.

Josie: Ok.

Matt: All right?

Marley: Did they say how long it would be?

Jake: You starting to get nervous?

Marley: No.

Jake: Marley.

Marley: Ok, I'm -- I'm a little nervous. But it's not about the surgery.

Jake: What, then?

Marley: See, right -- right now we don't know anything, and so we can have hope. But what if the surgery proves that we can't have any hope?

Jake: Oh, honey, we're not going to think about that right now. Got it?

Marley: Oh. Got it. It's beautiful.

Jake: Do me a favor. When you see Dr. Jansen, don't ask him too many questions, ok?

Marley: Why not?

Jake: Well, you're such a nice lady; he'd have to be civil. I understand he charges extra for that.

[Marley laughs]

Jake: Surgery is free, but if he has to be nice, we go right into debt.

Marley: Oh -- are you worried about bills?

Jake: No, honey, I was just joking.

Marley: If you are, I'm sure I could ask Michael and he would --

Jake: No. I want to take care of you, all right?

Marley: Ok. I hope it's all worth it.

Jake: What?

Marley: I hope I don't disappoint you.

Jake: What are you talking about?

Marley: If the surgery proves that I can't conceive --

Jake: Then we will deal with it together. Honey, I love you.

Marley: Oh -- I love you, Jake.

Jake: You're going to be ok, no matter what happens.

Marley: No matter what.

Mitch: Matthew.

Matt: Hi, dad. Can -- can I come in for a minute?

Mitch: Sure.

Matt: Thanks. I know you're off to work, so I won't keep you long.

Mitch: No, it's ok.

Matt: Here.

Mitch: What's this?

Matt: Uh -- invitation to a basketball tournament. It's only intramural, but it still can be pretty intense. Our team is underrated, actually.

Mitch: You're playing?

Matt: Yeah, I'm guard.

Mitch: Terrific. I didn't even know that.

Matt: Yeah, I'm no Michael Jordan, but I can make the jumper. I was -- I was wondering if you didn't have anything to do, or you weren't busy --

Mitch: You're asking me to come?

Matt: Yeah. Will you?

Mitch: I'd like to see somebody try to keep me away.

Matt: Great. Great. Listen, dad, about the other night -- I was wrong. I love you.

Mitch: Matthew --

Matt: And I'm sorry for all this --

Mitch: Matthew, ever since you were born, I've always had this dream that I'd be sitting in the stands somewhere. The crowd would be cheering, and I'm saying "that's -- that's my son. That's my boy." Thank you, son.

Marley: I am so lucky to have you.

Jake: You know something?

Marley: What?

Jake: You always will.

Vicky: Well, would you look at this! They're in the hospital room, and they can't even keep their hands off of each other.

Marley: Oh. Hello.

Vicky: Hey, honey.

Marley: Now, I thought I told you not to come here.

Vicky: Well, since when have I listened to you?

Jamie: Marley, if you need anything -- anything at all -- you let us know, ok?

Vicky: Well, I think you could just mention his name around here because he's got a lot of clout, you know.

Marley: Ok. Victoria --

Vicky: What?

Marley: I want to apologize.

Vicky: For what?

Marley: Well, I've been very impatient with you lately.

Vicky: Well, I've been a pain in the neck lately.

Marley: I envy you.

Vicky: I know.

Marley: And ever since we found each other, I -- I realize that you envy me for the way I grew up.

Vicky: Well, I'm getting over that, believe it or not.

Marley: Yes. Well, I just want you to know that I know how you felt. I want what you have.

Vicky: Hey, you're going to have kids, too, you know? All you have to do is be hopeful and persistent. Persistence is the key to everything, my dear. Ok? Don't give up, Marley. I love you.

Marley: I love you. Oh, I guess it's time. Everybody wish me luck.

Vicky: Good luck.

Jamie: You know, listening to Marley makes me realize how lucky we are.

Vicky: Yeah? Then why do I feel the way I do?

Felicia: Hi, Matt.

Matt: Hi.

Felicia: How are you, darling?

Mitch: We're going to be going to a basketball game.

Felicia: Are you?

Matt: Yeah.

Mitch: Not only that, I think this is going to be a special occasion where I'm going to have to tape it -- "Cory goes to the left. He drives, he's up! Count it!"

Matt: Ooh!

Mitch: "It's in."

Felicia: That's wonderful.

Mitch: In fact, I think this might be the best Christmas ever. You're going to have to call your stepfather.

Felicia: Right, if I have to.

Mitch: Come on, you have to. Now. Go ahead.

Felicia: Excuse me.

Mitch: Well?

Matt: So, what position did you play?

Mitch: Basketball? Bench. All-American, though. All-American bench.

Matt: Bench?

Mitch: Yeah, yeah.

Matt: Hmm.

Mitch: But I got better. Any luck?

Felicia: Yeah. Noah Grady, please. Noah, hi. It's Felicia -- Fannie.

Matt: Who's Noah Grady?

Mitch: It's her stepfather.

Matt: I didn't know she had a stepfather.

Felicia: Look, I know how busy you are. I don't want to take up too much of your time. Mitch and I wanted to know if you could come for Christmas. No, I know -- I know how busy you are, yes. Well, it's just, you know, you couldn't come to the wedding. No, I know. Well, it's just that I wanted you to meet my stepson. No, of course. No, certainly I understand. Well, maybe we could do it in the spring. Do you think? After the holidays.

Matt: Looks like he can't come. That's too bad.

Mitch: Yeah.

Felicia: I -- I love you, too. Very much.

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