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Another World Transcript Wednesday 11/24/04
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[Christmas music plays]
Cass: Nicole -- Nicole --
Cass: People might see us.
Nicole: Ooh. Isn't that exciting?
Cass: You are not to be trusted out here. Now, come on, let's go inside.
Nicole: All right.
Cass: If I can offer you my arm.
Nicole: Why, thank you.
[Knock on door]
Michael: Hold on.
Donna: Oh, my goodness. Oh, this is wonderful.
Michael: My dear, please, right this way.
Donna: Thank you, thank you.
Michael: Yes, indeed.
Donna: Look at all this.
Michael: This looks terrific. You did a wonderful job out here, may I say.
Donna: Oh, thank you, thank you. Ah. This way. Thank you.
Michael: Well, well. Look at this!
Felicia: Darling, the room looks so beautiful, doesn't it?
Mitch: What room?
Felicia: Ooh, you silver-tongued devil, you.
Man: Mr. and Mrs. Michael Hudson. Mr. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson, your dance cards, please.
Donna: Thank you.
Michael: You did a great job.
Donna: Thank you. Look, everyone has assigned partners for all the dances. It was Iris' idea.
Michael: Oh, was it?
Donna: Mm-hmm. I think it's going to be a lot of fun. Who is your first dance with?
Mac: Oh, thank you, darling. We must have taxied around that airport for, I don't know, an hour. I thought it'd drive me wild. Oh, Arnold Schwarzenegger was in the next seat. Did I tell you? Rachel?
Rachel: Schwarzenegger? Terrific. What's he like?
Mac: Well, I haven't any idea. Do you know he slept for the entire flight? The movie, the dinner -- everything. Isn't something lopsided?
Rachel: No, it's fine.
Mac: Well, it's starting to feel tight.
Rachel: It's fine.
Mac: Fine? Just fine? You don't think it's elegant, striking, dashing? Hmm?
Mac: Oh, please. Fine? Surely you can do better than "fine," a woman with as imposing a vocabulary as you've got.
Rachel: Your tie is lopsided.
Mac: Well, I just asked you that. Darling, you all right?
Rachel: No. I have something I have to tell you.
[Christmas music plays]
Amanda: A decision?
Sam: This is no good.
Amanda: I know.
Sam: Look, we've got a problem, and if we don't deal with it I donít see how we can go on.
Man: Ms. Sharlene Watts and Mr. John Hudson. Madam.
Sharlene: Oh. What's this?
Man: Your dance card, ma'am.
Sharlene: A dance card?
John: A dance card, huh? They don't leave anything to chance at these shindigs, do they?
Sharlene: I haven't danced in years.
John: Well, with me, it's either a slow dance or no dance at all.
Sharlene: We have to dance with people that we don't even know.
John: Sharlene, look, you're not the only nervous one here.
Sharlene: Don't tell me you're nervous. Donít.
John: Well, no. Actually, I'm not nervous now, because I happen to be walking in with the most -- the most beautiful woman in town. Shall we?
Josie: It fits!
Iris: And you're just the girl to wear it.
Josie: Oh, I have never seen anything like it!
Iris: There is nothing like it.
Josie: You know, running into you was like a -- a miracle or something.
Iris: Oh, that wasn't a miracle. That was just good timing.
Josie: A little while ago, I wasn't going at all, and now --
Iris: You know, I remember my first ball. I remember coming down the stairs in my first long dress. Oh, Daddy was so proud.
Josie: You have been so kind to me -- and I still don't even know your name.
Iris: Just have a wonderful time.
Josie: Ok. I think I'm just about ready.
Iris: Oh, no, no, you have to make a grand entrance.
Josie: What do you mean?
Iris: When the music strikes after the first dance, that's when you walk out.
Josie: Oh, the music. Right. Oh, I think I'm getting butterflies!
Iris: All you have to do is believe in yourself.
Josie: That's all?
Iris: Mm-hmm. You'll be just wonderful. You'll be the belle of the ball. Tonight, all our dreams will come true.
Evan: Oh, excuse -- there you are.
Iris: I'll see you later. What is it?
Evan: Listen, I have arranged a photographic session with just you and the press, Bay Cityís most elegant hostess.
Iris: Uh-huh. Does the dress work?
Evan: Works? It's --
Iris: Thank you. I want to look my very best for tonight.
Evan: For me?
Iris: Who else?
Mac: I was waiting for you to tell me. I could see it in your eyes. What is it, darling?
Rachel: The gallery opening was a complete disaster.
Mac: Well, that's not what you told me on the phone.
Rachel: I left some things out.
Mac: What are you talking about?
Rachel: There wouldn't have been a gallery opening if it wasn't for me.
Rachel: Invested in the gallery.
Rachel: This summer. Caroline came to me and she didn't have any money to be able to give Sam a showing, so I gave her the money.
Mac: Does Sam know about this?
Rachel: Oh, yes, Iris made sure of that.
Rachel: Iris told him.
Mac: Well, why she do that?
Rachel: She says it was innocent. She says she thought he already knew.
Mac: Well, that could be true.
Rachel: Yeah, well, it doesn't matter because I made the mistake.
Mac: Well, how did Sam react?
Rachel: Oh, you know Sam. He threw his arms around me and expressed his gratitude.
Mac: Furious, eh?
Mac: Oh, dear.
Rachel: There's more.
Rachel: Amanda knew and she didn't tell Sam.
Mac: Why didn't she tell Sam?
Rachel: Because I told her not to.
Mac: I see.
Rachel: And Sam found out, and Samís moved out.
Rick: What a great house.
Julie Ann: Oh, you haven't even seen it yet.
Rick: Well, I know, but I mean the outside, the neighborhood.
Julie Ann: It's ok.
Rick: Ok? Are you kidding? It's terrific. I mean, big homes, nice yards.
Julie Ann: You seem surprised.
Julie Ann: That I live in a decent neighborhood.
Rick: Oh, no, no, no, I'm just talking.
Julie Ann: I'm sorry.
Rick: Well, don't be. Hey, you look terrific.
Julie Ann: Rick, my parents.
Rick: I don't see them.
Julie Ann: No, but they're here somewhere.
Rick: Ok, ok, I'll be very proper, formal this evening.
Julie Ann: My dad will think you're the biggest phony that ever lived.
Rick: Oh, well, then in that case, I'll -- how's this -- "hey, you guys, what's for dinner? I'm starving."
Julie Ann: Much better.
Rick: What is for dinner? Something smells terrific.
Julie Ann: My dad's a cook. He's making his famous duck. Oh, Zack's not going to make it. He's held up in court.
Rick: That's too bad.
Julie Ann: He'll try and make it for dessert, though.
Julie Ann: My parents are dying to meet you.
Man: Oh, I thought I heard the door. Hey. You look good enough to go to a ball.
Julie Ann: I hope so.
Man: This must be Rick.
Rick: Nice to meet you, Mr. Edwards.
Mr. Edwards: Yeah, this sounds like it's going to be some fantastic party, this snowflake ball.
Julie Ann: Well, it better be. I spent a lot of money on this dress to have a terrible time.
Mr. Edwards: Ruth, honey? Our guests have arrived.
Ruth: I'm coming.
Mr. Edwards: I hope you two are hungry.
Julie Ann: Oh, there she is. Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet Rick.
Ruth: Of course. Julie's told us so much about you.
Mr. Edwards: Yeah, we've been looking forward to meeting you, Rick.
Rick: Well, thank you. Me, too.
Amanda: Sam, we belong together.
Sam: I know. I'm just having a hard time getting over this.
Amanda: One mistake?
Sam: You lied to me. All those months, you knew and you didn't tell me.
Amanda: I wanted you to have this show.
Sam: Great, so I'd be a success?
Amanda: I thought that was what you wanted.
Sam: Look, Amanda, I'm not like your family, ok? I don't network. I don't use people who I know to get what I want.
Amanda: Well, that was pretty horrible.
Sam: I didn't mean it to be. It's just -- look, we're so different.
Amanda: What does that matter?
Sam: Maybe that's why you did that, because --
Amanda: Because we're so different?
Sam: Yeah, right.
Amanda: Even though those differences didn't stop us from falling in love? They didn't stop us from having a wonderful daughter.
Sam: Things just aren't working out.
Amanda: What are you talking about? What things? You have me, you have Alli. We have a beautiful life. But you're right, you're right. Things aren't working out
Man: Dr. James Frame and Ms. Victoria Hudson.
Matthew: Excuse me. You two are late.
Vicky: Hi, Matt.
Jamie: Matthew, hi. We had a Lamaze class tonight.
Vicky: Well, you know, you should wear a tux all the time.
Matthew: Yeah, that would really go over big at school.
Jamie: Matthew, don't worry, it's still early. Josie could still show up.
Vicky: Yes, you're right.
Matthew: I hope so. None of this is much fun without her.
Jamie: Sounds like maybe you're getting serious.
Jamie: How serious?
Matthew: I like her a lot.
Jamie: Well, that's good, because I think she's very good for you.
Matthew: Well, nobody's good for anybody unless they're together. See you later.
Vicky: Ooh, smart brother you got there, you know?
Jamie: Hmm. Come on.
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, our snow princess, Ms. Josephine Watts.
Matthew: I thought you weren't coming.
Josie: I thought so, too.
Matthew: You look so beautiful.
Josie: So do you. Uh, handsome, I mean.
Vicky: Lisa's on your dance card. First, as a matter of fact.
Jamie: I haven't seen her.
Vicky: I have. You know, she's right over there.
Man: Mr. Russell Collier and Ms. Lisa Grady.
Jamie: I wonder who made these out.
Vicky: Not me, obviously.
Jamie: Listen, I don't have to dance with her.
Vicky: No, no, you know, it doesn't matter. She's got you for one dance, and I've got you the rest of the night.
Lisa: Jamie. This is my date, Russ Collier.
Jamie: James Frame.
Russ: Hi. Nice to meet you.
Lisa: Jamie and I are old friends.
Jamie: I believe this is our dance.
Lisa: It is?
Jamie: That's what it says on my card.
Lisa: So it does. What do you know, it says it on mine, too. Well, we don't have to pay attention to --
Jamie: Oh, but I would hate to have these cards go to waste.
Lisa: No, we can't have that. Would you excuse me?
Nicole: Nice party, huh?
Nicole: Nicole to Cass. Come in, Cass.
Cass: I was just thinking about your fur coat.
Nicole: My fur coat?
Cass: Yeah. It would fit perfectly in front of the fireplace.
Nicole: What are you talking about?
Cass: You and me and your fur coat.
Cass: A roaring fire.
Cass: Some dog.
Nicole: Why didn't I think of that?
Cass: You don't have to. You have me.
Cass: Oh, hi. Hi.
Cass: No, we were just discussing the budget deficit.
Felicia: Oh, really?
Cass: Do I have any lipstick on me?
Felicia: Yes, you do.
Nicole: Sit down.
Felicia: Thank you. Boy, what do you think? This is not your run-of-the-mill Christmas bash, would you say?
Nicole: You did a wonderful job.
Felicia: No, no, this is not me. This is all Iris. She has a fanatic eye for detail.
Felicia: I just hope I did the right thing.
Nicole: About what?
Felicia: Oh, I've approved this series that Iris wants to do on me in "Brava" magazine.
Cass: Are we going to get the whole story, Felicia, unexpurgated?
Felicia: Well, you know, with Iris' celebrated eye for detail --
Cass: You'll come out smelling like a rose.
Felicia: Yeah. Anyway, who cares? I mean, it's just another look at the past, and right now, tonight, all I care about is the future. Right?
Nicole: Me, too.
Mitch: You know, I think we're missing something here. How about would you like to help me get some eggnog?
Felicia: Oh, good. All right.
Cass: Oh, sure. Excuse us.
Nicole: So will it be a photo layout, this article?
Felicia: Yes, well, they say that it will be.
Nicole: Well, would you like for me to design some outfits for you?
Felicia: Oh, honey, I would love that. You don't have to ask me that. You know that.
Nicole: Well, then I can start to work on them tomorrow.
Felicia: All right.
Nicole: And while I'm at it, I could start designing a new dress for you for our wedding.
Felicia: Oh, Nicole, you and Cass are going to get married?
Nicole: Not yet, but we're working on it.
Felicia: Oh, that's wonderful, honey.
Mitch: You know, I was thinking about doing something for Felicia.
Cass: Oh, for Christmas, yeah. Let me see.
Mitch: Well, actually, I know what it is. I'd like to get Noah to come here.
Cass: Noah's her stepfather.
Mitch: I would like to go to Boston, explain some things to him, convince him to come here.
Cass: Mitch, are you sure this is such a good idea? I mean, this guy is personally responsible for one of the most miserable episodes in her entire life.
Mitch: Yes, I know, and that's why I want to do it. I want to help her get over it, I mean really over it.
Cass: And you think the only way she can accomplish that is by talking to Noah?
Mitch: You heard her talking about the article. It still bothers her.
Cass: Well, it could work, I guess.
Mitch: So will you come with me?
Mitch: To see Noah.
Cass: In Boston?
Mitch: Look, the only thing I can do is go there and try and persuade him, if you're there to back me up.
Cass: I don't know about this, Mitch.
Mitch: It could really help her.
Cass: Or it could hurt her all over again.
Donna: Hello. Isn't this just the loveliest ball?
Sharlene: Yes, it is. It's lovely.
Donna: Yes. Anyone who is anyone is here tonight. You know, these functions can be so very important.
Sharlene: Well, I hope we raise enough money for the hospice.
Donna: I meant important for you.
Donna: Yes, and John. You know, I understand you two are seeing each other.
Sharlene: We are together tonight.
Donna: Right, right. Well, I'm sure you're aware, then, that his business is hanging in the balance. And it's very important if he wants to make a go of it that you learn how to function at these affairs, you know, see to it that he moves around in the right circles.
Sharlene: Donna, he's as good a builder as you'll find.
Donna: Well, I know that and you know that. It's just up to you to convince Bay City society that he is. Oh.
Rachel: Say something.
Mac: You know how I feel.
Rachel: Well, maybe I need to hear you say it.
Mac: You made a big mistake.
Rachel: You don't understand a parent wanting to help their children succeed?
Mac: I don't understand why you didn't tell me about it when you did it.
Rachel: Because I didn't want you to argue me out of it.
Mac: Well, you shouldn't have taken the chance, I don't think.
Rachel: I just wanted to try and make them happy.
Mac: It's not your responsibility to make them happy, Rachel. They're adults. I just think you went too far.
Rachel: I was hoping this would go differently.
Mac: What did you expect?
Rachel: For you to understand, for you to remember the lengths to which you went to protect Iris.
Mac: I never did anything like this with Iris.
Rachel: You never, never interfered for her? Never tried to smooth ruffled feathers, garner forgiveness?
Mac: I think we're getting a little off the subject.
Rachel: The subject is children and parents trying to make life a little bit easier for them.
Mac: There is one big difference -- Iris always asked me for my help. You did something that you knew Sam wouldn't want you to do.
Rachel: I know that. I made a mistake. Now I guess I'm asking for you to help me remedy it and to forgive me.
Iris: Michael, I believe this is our dance.
Donna: Oh. Hmm?
Michael: I guess it is, yes. Excuse me.
Iris: I've waited a long time for this moment.
Michael: Iris, let's get one thing straight --
Iris: Hold me closer, please?
Michael: What we had was a long time ago.
Iris: When I look into your eyes, it seems as if it was yesterday.
Michael: What do you want?
Iris: To dance.
Michael: No games, Iris. What do you want from me?
Iris: For now, just being in your arms is enough.
Michael: Iris, I am married.
Iris: I noticed.
Michael: You and Donna have become friends.
Iris: Do you think that will stop me?
Michael: I can't believe you said that.
Iris: I've never let anything stop me before. Why should it now? What do I want? I want to get back what is mine.
Mitch: That's a nice tux you have on there.
Sam: Yeah, well, those jerks in there look at me like I'm some sort of -- ah --
Mitch: Whoa, whoa, whoa, and a nice Christmas spirit to go along with it.
Sam: Yeah, well, it was just a dumb move, me coming here, Mitch.
Mitch: Didn't I see you talking with Amanda?
Sam: Yeah, I tried to talk, but she doesnít listen.
Mitch: Did you say the right things?
Sam: Mitch, I came here to try to patch things up.
Mitch: You know, sometimes it's even better to listen than it is to talk.
Sam: Great. I need philosophy right now, Mitch.
Mitch: Look, it just happens to be the Christmastime. You know, you could patch things up, time to forgive and forget.
Sam: Wait a second. What the hell happened to you? Where's the Mitch Blake cynicism that we all love?
Mitch: It's easy to be a cynic. It's too easy.
Sam: What happened to you?
Evan: Now, "Brava" gets off the mark with its next two issues, I've got a couple ideas that's going to blow this whole magazine market wide open for us.
Amanda: Evan, you know what I think?
Amanda: I think you're a workaholic. I mean, to you, life is work and work is life.
Evan: How's things going with you and Sam? You know, it's really interesting, something about the two of you.
Amanda: What is?
Evan: That you're even together, I mean, that you even got married in the first place. I mean, if you don't mind me saying, you two are kind of an unlikely couple.
Amanda: I do mind you saying it.
Evan: No, see, I got this theory -- I think the baby was an accident.
Amanda: Why don't you take your theory --?
Evan: Oh, come on, Amanda. Nobody's blaming you. These things happen.
Amanda: For your information, I am very happy with my life. I love it.
Evan: You don't have to be defensive with me.
Amanda: Where do you get off talking to me like this?
Evan: We're friends. Friends should be able to talk.
Amanda: Is that so?
Evan: See, if I was married, I would probably be having the same kind of problems you're having right now.
Amanda: An argument is not problems.
Evan: You know, Amanda, you're a lot like I am. You're ambitious, and I don't think you're going to last too long living in your little artist garret.
Amanda: You don't know what you're talking about. You don't know me and you don't know what I want.
Rick: What a great meal, Mr. Edwards.
Mr. Edwards: Well, I thought the sauce was a little salty.
Ruth: Oh, he's always so critical of his own cooking. It was perfect, Al.
Julie Ann: It was, Daddy.
Ruth: Superb. A culinary delight. A meal to be remembered. Is that enough?
Al: Well, I feel better now.
Ruth: Good. Now I can clear up.
Julie Ann: Oh --
Ruth: No, darling, just sit and relax.
Julie Ann: Ok.
Al: So, where you from, Rick?
Rick: Oh, well, actually, I was born in Chicago. So were my parents.
Al: No kidding. You know, Ruth and I lived in Chicago, too, before the kids were born.
Rick: Oh, really? We lived in Evanston.
Al: Yeah, well, we were on the south side, Hyde Park.
Rick: Oh, there's some really nice areas there, I've heard.
Al: Not as nice as Evanston.
Rick: Were you at the University of Chicago?
Al: No, I wasnít.
Ruth: Ah, here's a pecan pie --
Julie Ann: Um, Ric --
Ruth: If anyone's interested.
Julie Ann: No, actually, I think we'd better get going, Mom.
Al: Well, how did you meet my daughter, Rick?
Julie Ann: I told you, Daddy, it was this summer. He came to the office a lot.
Rick: Yeah, I kept seeing Julie Ann, and she's so pretty and nice.
Al: Well, I'm glad you think so. You know, she's our baby and we want the best for her.
Rick: Well, if you're trying to get to the fact that I'm not --
Julie Ann: Rick, Rick, I think we'd better be going. You know, we don't want to miss that snowflake ball.
Rick: Yeah, I guess you're right.
Al: Yeah, well, it's been a pleasure having you.
Rick: Well, it's been great. I hate to eat and run.
Ruth: Oh, it's all right. Julie does it all the time.
Julie Ann: Dad, it was a terrific dinner.
Al: Oh, oh, hold it just a minute before you put on your coats.
Julie Ann: Where are you going?
Ruth: Where do you think he's going? To get the camera. He tapes everything.
Al: Ok, now, Julie, that's it. Now, smile, smile! Ok, Rick, get a little closer to Julie ann. Mm-hmm. Now -- good, good. Now, tell us where you're going.
Julie Ann: [Affected accent] Oh, we are going to the snowflake ball, and we are ever so excited, aren't we, Rick?
Rick: Yeah, we can't wait.
Al: Ok, now, wave goodbye. Wave goodbye.
Julie Ann: Bye, Daddy. Bye, Mommy. It was a terrific dinner.
Al: Well, now, go on, get your coats, get your coats.
Julie Ann: [Normal voice] Dad, don't you have enough?
Ruth: And have a good time, you two. Go on.
Al: But I want to tape the two of you leaving! Now, just humor your father for a few minutes, ok?
Ruth: Go, go, go.
Julie Ann: Dad, you have enough.
Ruth: All right, have a good time.
Julie Ann: I'm sure we will.
Rick: Thank you.
Julie Ann: We'll have a fantastic time.
Rick: Yeah, fantastic.
Man: Mr. and Mrs. Mackenzie Cory.
Iris: Daddy! Where have you been? I've been just dying to dance with you.
Mac: Is Amanda here yet?
Iris: Oh, yes, she's somewhere around. Come on, let's dance.
Mac: No, darling, I've got to speak to Amanda first. There she is.
Rachel: "Well" what, Iris?
Iris: Well, you don't exactly look like the enthusiastic hostess, Rachel.
Rachel: Well, I'm not particularly in the party mood, Iris. Consider yourself warned.
Amanda: Oh, Daddy.
Mac: I know, I know, darling, but it's going to be all right.
Amanda: How? What am I going to do?
Mac: Just be you. Sam will come around, Amanda.
Amanda: He's so -- so hurt and so angry.
Mac: Now, listen to me, we've always encouraged you to stand up for what you believed.
Amanda: I don't know what I believe anymore.
Mac: Yes, you do. Of course you do, darling. You're a strong woman. Use your instincts, Amanda.
Amanda: My instincts tell me to find Sam and tell him I'm sorry.
Mac: Good. Then do that, darling.
Amanda: I've done that. And every time I try, I just get angry and end up walking away from him.
Mac: Amanda, just don't give up, all right? You're going to make it right. I know you are, darling. I know you are.
Jamie: So Sam is still staying over at Mitchís?
Rachel: Yes. Have you had a chance to talk to Amanda yet?
Jamie: No, I've been -- I've been busy.
Rachel: It still hurts, doesn't it?
Jamie: I'll get used to it. I have to.
Vicky: Oh! Oh. Hi, Santa.
Man: Hello, pretty lady.
Vicky: You're a little early, aren't you?
Man: No, not for taking orders.
Man: What do you wish Santa to bring you this Christmas?
Vicky: Um, I want him. Right there -- him, that guy, that's all.
Man: I don't understand. It seems to me if you want him, all you have to do is go over there and your wish will be granted.
Vicky: Yeah, well, sometimes you're so close, yet so far away.
Man: Ah, Christmas is a magic time, if you wish to be close to him.
Vicky: Oh, yes, I do. That's all I want. So if you wouldn't mind just taking him down my chimney, I -- I would love that for Christmas.
Sharlene: I have never seen anyone look more beautiful.
Josie: Oh, it's just the dress.
Sharlene: Wherever did you get it?
Josie: Oh, Mama, if I told you, you wouldn't even believe it.
Sharlene: There is one thing missing, though.
Josie: There is?
Sharlene: Mm-hmm. This.
Josie: Mrs. Cory's necklace?
Sharlene: You are the princess tonight. You wear the jewels.
Josie: But, Mama, they look so pretty on you.
Sharlene: I know, but, sweetheart, this stuff never was right on me. But on you, it'll look just the way it should, ok? Oh, my baby, I am so proud.
Josie: How's it look?
Sharlene: It looks perfect. If you don't believe me, you go ask Matthew.
Sharlene: I'm sorry.
Sharlene: Thank you.
John: Thank you. Thank you for coming here with me tonight.
Sharlene: Oh, John --
John: No. To you.
Sharlene: Oh, John, I'm so sorry.
John: It's all right, it's all right. No harm, no harm. It's all right.
Sharlene: No, I knew I was going to do something dumb like this.
John: It's nothing. It's nothing.
Sharlene: John, I was never very good at parties like this.
John: Oh, come on, Sharlene.
Sharlene: No, John, you should've come here with someone who's used to going out --
John: Sharlene --
Sharlene: With people.
John: I am here with the person I want to be with.
Sharlene: I'm sorry, John. I can't stay here.
John: Why? What --
Sharlene: I'll call a taxi, all right? I just -- I can't stay here any longer.
John: Sharlene Ė
Julie Ann: Oh, isn't this beautiful? Do you want to dance?
Julie Ann: Dance. Would you like to dance?
Rick: You know, I think I'd just rather sit this one out.
Amanda: Sam, don't go.
Sam: Look, we'll talk tomorrow.
Amanda: No, I have something I want to say to you.
Sam: All right, what is it? In the open tonight, and I think you're right.
Sam: That's all you had to say?
Amanda: No. I'm sorry.
Sam: And that's it?
Amanda: What else can I say? I can't take back the night at the gallery. I'd love to, but it's over!
Sam: Not for me.
Amanda: Well, maybe you don't want it to be over. Maybe you're trying to make as big a deal out of this as you can.
Sam: Because it is a big deal.
Amanda: Bigger than our love for each other, than our marriage?
Sam: What kind of question is that?
Amanda: It's a good one, I think. Sam, look, if we're going to work this out, we have to learn how to make compromises.
Amanda: You think there's nothing that bothers me? You think I walk around with my head up in the clouds all the time?
Sam: Ok, ok. What bothers you?
Amanda: I don't like the way you and Caroline work so closely together.
Sam: Please! Come on!
Amanda: I donít. It makes me feel left out. But I don't make a big issue out of it because I know it's important to you. Can't you do that for me? Can't you give a little?
Sam: I don't honestly know.
Amanda: Well, if you don't know about something like that, then maybe this marriage is over.
Donna: I'm having a wonderful time. Oh.
Iris: Donna, would you excuse me for interrupting?
Donna: Oh, no, that's quite all right. You're not.
Iris: Jennifer Bride, you know, from the society pages? She'd love to take your photograph.
Donna: Really? Well --
Iris: Do you mind?
Donna: Well, I'm very flattered! No, I wouldn't mind at all.
Iris: She's in the other room with the bar, with a photographer.
Donna: All right, all right. I'll be right back, and you don't go away.
Michael: I will be right here.
Donna: All right.
Michael: I don't much care for your tactics, Iris.
Iris: Nor I for yours. You know I still have the ring?
[Car starts and leaves]
John: Hi. You -- you want to start over? I think a party like this -- well, it would suit us a lot better. Don't you think?
Russ: Is anybody looking?
Russ: I don't want to embarrass you.
Russ: By doing this. I get the feeling that wasn't such a good idea.
Lisa: Um -- I'm sorry.
Russ: Is there a -- is there a problem?
Jamie: So why the big smile?
Vicky: I've made a decision.
Jamie: Ok, really?
Lisa: I've come to a decision.
Russ: What kind of decision?
Lisa: In fact, I've just made it tonight. Russ, I'm going to be very honest with you. The man I love is at this party.
Russ: I didn't know that.
Lisa: I know you didnít. We've been trying to live apart.
Russ: And you can't?
Vicky: I've begun to realize how lucky I am to have you in my life.
Jamie: Well, it's about time.
Vicky: I'm serious, Jamie.
Lisa: He asked someone else to marry him and she said no. So I want to try to get him back.
Russ: I see.
Lisa: I'm sorry.
Russ: Well -- ahem -- I guess I understand.
Lisa: Thank you. Wish me luck?
Jamie: Vicky, listen, I don't think this is the time or the place to discuss our situation.
Vicky: I don't want to have a discussion. I just want you to know that I know you don't love me yet --
Jamie: Vicky, I really don't think this is --
Vicky: Listen, this isn't a discussion, remember? Now, where was I?
Jamie: You don't think that I -- you know that I don't --
Vicky: Don't love me right now.
Lisa: Excuse me. Excuse me.
Vicky: But I know you will.
Lisa: Excuse me. I'm sorry.
Woman: Hi, Lisa.
Woman: You look so pretty.
Lisa: Oh, thank you. Thank you. It's a wonderful party. Excuse me. Excuse me.
Vicky: I know it as sure as I know that I'm carrying your child.
Jamie: It's fantastic! Is it fantastic or what?
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