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Another World Transcript Tuesday 11/30/04

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Amanda: Here you go.

Man: Thanks.

Rachel: I think this is the best "Brava" Christmas party ever.

Mac: Darling, you say that every year.

Rachel: Well, every year gets better.

Mac: Well, we do have a lot to celebrate, don't we?

Rachel: We certainly do. Oh, speaking of which -- there's Matthew. I want to talk to him.

Mac: All right.

Evan: You know, I hate office parties.

Iris: Why?

Evan: You see, someone always gets loaded. Excuse me, excuse me. And see, they end up telling off someone they have to work with the rest of the year.

Iris: They're very good for morale.

Evan: Well, my morale gets more out of more --

Iris: More out of what?

Evan: Intimate get-togethers. So why don't you and I slip off someplace kind of nice and quiet?

Iris: Excuse me, dear.

Sam: Excuse me! What's a beautiful lady like you doing alone in a place like this?

Amanda: [French accent] I'm not alone.

Sam: [French accent] You're not alone?

Amanda: No, my husband is here.

Sam: [Normal voice] Oh, what a jerk for just wandering off.

Amanda: [Normal voice] No, he'll be back.

Sam: Oh, yeah? Well, how can you be so sure about that?

Amanda: Because he's crazy about me.

Sam: Oh. Well, so how do you feel about him?

Amanda: He's all right.

Sam: Oh -- ok. Cheese, anyone?

Amanda: He's the most wonderful guy in the world, and I'm crazy about him.

Sam: Well, he's a pretty lucky guy. So why don't you take him home and do this to him? No, don't you dare. Don't you dare.

Iris: If you'll excuse me -- ladies and gentlemen -- ahem -- everyone, I'd just like to interrupt for a minute and say a few words, and then we can all get back to celebrating. And we seem to have a lot to celebrate. This is the time of the year when we -- when we look back, sometimes with joy and sometimes with regrets. But of course we should have no regrets. It's been a very difficult time for Cory. But thanks to you all, we are still here and we're going to go on to bigger and better things. This is also the time when we look forward, and I think we've got a lot to look forward to. We've got the spa, we've got some wonderful, wonderful books that I'm sure are going to be bestsellers. So I'd just like to thank you all very much from the bottom of my heart. And I know that you'd like to join me in thanking a very special man, the man who's the heart and soul of Cory productions, a man I love very much -- my father, Mackenzie Cory.

Sam: Yeah!

[Applause]

Mac: Thank you, darling, but we're all well aware that none of us might be here to celebrate if Cory publishing hadn't been rescued by the lovely lady on my left. Can we do a little better than that for Iris? Now, I in my turn would like to publicly thank someone who kept it all together during our most desperate days, a woman that I love, admire, respect -- my wife, Rachel.

[Cheers]

Sharlene: There you go. Thank you. Oh, oh -- thank you.

Man: Thanks.

Sharlene: Merry Christmas.

Man: Merry Christmas to you, too.

Sharlene: Thanks.

Sharlene: No. No! Oh.

Sharlene: Hello, this is Sharlene Watts. Yes. Yes, but it's not the right necklace. Well, no, I don't know whose it is, but it isn't the -- it isn't the -- no, the messenger's already left, but -- yes, I will bring it back later this afternoon, but would you please -- would you look again? I would do it myself except that I don't want my daughter to -- excuse me, I have to go.

Josie: I heard a truck drive up.

Sharlene: Yes.

Josie: It was the messenger, right? The one the caterer sent?

Sharlene: Yes, mm-hmm.

Josie: Oh, then they brought it back, then! They did bring the necklace back, didn't they?

[Christmas music plays]

Michael: No, I -- not now.

Julie Ann: Iris -- Iris, I'm sorry to bother you.

Iris: Oh, what is it, dear?

Julie Ann: Well, this fax just came from California.

Iris: Oh, can't it wait?

Julie Ann: No, no, they have to have it Ok’d before the banks close in San Francisco.

Iris: All right, all right, all right.

Michael: Mac.

Mac: Merry Christmas.

Michael: Merry Christmas.

Mac: And to you, Nicole.

Nicole: Oh, you, too.

Michael: This is quite a party you've thrown here.

Mac: I'm so very glad especially that you came because I'm very grateful to you for all the help you gave us during the takeover.

Michael: Well, I'm just glad that that takeover is behind us.

Mac: Right. Where's Donna?

Michael: Actually, Donna’s not here. I kind of had to sneak out of the house without her.

Nicole: As usual, he's waited till the last minute to shop for her Christmas present.

Mac: Aha.

Michael: Well, so I procrastinate a little.

Nicole: Yeah. It's his one fault.

Mac: Right.

Michael: But, the lucky man that I am -- I have my beautiful sister-in-law's designs to bail me out.

Nicole: Yeah, but not for long. You know, even the salon doesn't stay open that late.

Michael: Ok, ok. That was a hint, by the way.

Mac: I wish you could stay longer.

Evan: Well, enough of these hors d'oeuvres. I'm about ready to get to the entree.

Iris: I want you to stay here.

Evan: Well, where are you going?

Iris: I've got some last-minute shopping I want to do.

Evan: Shopping? In the middle of an office party?

Iris: Everything's under control.

Evan: I'll tell you what, I'll just come with you.

Iris: Nope. Wait here.

Michael: So this -- this train transformer has microchips in it, and it's computerized. It's absolutely amazing.

Rachel: It sounds a little technical for a 2-year-old, Michael.

Nicole: Gee, Michael, I guess you'll be stuck playing with it till Mikey gets old enough, huh?

Michael: Well, I like trains, and so I got a little carried away. What the heck? I'm having more fun shopping this Christmas than I ever have before in my whole life.

Mac: Well, children -- they're the best gift of all at Christmastime, right, darling?

Rachel: Any time of year.

Michael: Yeah, well, just think -- next -- next year we'll have our grandchild to play with, huh?

Mac: That's right.

Rachel: Yes, even though we're much too young to be grandparents.

Michael: Yes.

Ronnie: Oh. This place is a dump.

Ruben: Just sit down.

Ronnie: No, thanks. I might catch something.

Ruben: Well, I'm sorry if this place ain't high-class enough for you. All the rooms at the Ritz were booked.

Ronnie: There's a room for you at home.

Ruben: Don't start that, Ronnie.

Ronnie: Where have you been? You promised to see Mama over a week ago.

Ruben: I've been busy.

Ronnie: Oh, yeah, you're a very busy man.

Ruben: You know, you could try giving me a break, you know that?

Ronnie: Why the urgent message? You need money?

Ruben: No.

Ronnie: That'd be a first.

Ruben: I just wanted to see you, ok?

Ronnie: You could see me every day at home.

Ruben: I ain't going home, Ronnie.

Ronnie: You know, Mama's very upset. She misses you.

Ruben: I ain't going to live in that house, ok?

Ronnie: Well, I can see that, with accommodations like these.

Ruben: Well, it suits me.

Ronnie: How are you paying for it? Did you get a job?

Ruben: I'm managing.

Ronnie: You didn't get a job? Oh, Ruben, please.

Ruben: It ain't that easy, you know?

Ronnie: Well, if you tried to hold onto something for more than half a day --

Ruben: I just ain't built for that 9:00-to-5:00 hassle.

Ronnie: What do you want, to start out as president of general motors?

Ruben: Ok, maybe I ain't as smart as Jessie is, ok? I admit that, but I try, Ronnie!

Ronnie: Ok, ok, I didn't mean that.

Ruben: How's the kid doing, anyway?

Ronnie: Great. He's been accepted at Bay City University.

Ruben: 16 years old and going to college. Mama must be busting her buttons.

Ronnie: She's proud of all of her sons, Ruben.

Ruben: Yeah, right. Like I make her real proud.

Ronnie: Well, if you'd just get a job --

Ruben: Ain't nothing out there.

Ronnie: I asked around the hospital.

Ruben: What, to be some orderly? What, I'm going to pick up corpses and clean out bedpans?

Ronnie: It's money. You could go back to school.

Ruben: Well, some of us don't like working for peanuts like you.

Ronnie: Look, I make a good salary at honest work.

Ruben: Yeah, right, scraping by on nickels and dimes.

Ronnie: Nothing comes easy, Ruben, much as you'd like to think so.

Ruben: Well, I got plans, Ronnie. I got big plans.

Ronnie: Oh, I'd hate to think of what they are. Ruben, I'm worried about you.

Ruben: I'm fine.

Ronnie: Living here all alone?

Ruben: I ain't alone. I --

Ronnie: What? What is it? Some girl?

Ruben: Yeah.

Ronnie: And what kind of racket is this one in?

Ruben: No, no, Pilara ain't like that. She's -- she --

Ronnie: You really like her, huh?

Ruben: Yeah. I know this sounds corny, but Pilara’s one of the few people in this whole rotten world that I can really count on.

Ronnie: It's all right.

Pilara: I can't believe you're just going to give this stuff away.

Mary: Well, it's for the homeless.

Pilara: Hey, listen, I know a guy that would give you a great price on this stuff.

Mary: I don't need the money.

Pilara: Lucky you.

Mary: Why do you keep looking at the clock?

Pilara: I told you, I don't want to be late for meeting with my aunt.

Mary: Your aunt, right. Is that who called earlier?

Pilara: Yeah.

Mary: You didn't even mention you had an aunt.

Pilara: Well, I got lots of relatives. I can't talk about them all. Hey, what's that stuff over there?

Mary: Stuff I have to get polished for Christmas. Oh -- these are kind of special. These candlesticks my mother gave me when I married Vince, because her mother had given them to her.

Pilara: Well, you're not going to give that stuff away, are you?

Mary: Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

Pilara: Because they're silver, right?

Mary: Because I love them. When Vince and I were first married, we would dine by candlelight every single night, even if we were only eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Now we just sort of take them out for special occasions.

Pilara: Like Christmas?

Mary: Yeah. I really wish you would reconsider and join us.

Pilara: Well, you know, one less mouth to feed.

Mary: We're going to have plenty, Pilara. My kids were always crazy about Christmas. Very exciting, especially for M.J.

Pilara: She's your -- your daughter?

Mary: Yeah.

Pilara: She going to be here?

Mary: No, she's not, and I'm really sad about that. We've missed too many Christmases together.

Pilara: How come?

Mary: It's a long story. Anyway, that was part of why I hoped you'd be able to be with us.

Pilara: Oh. Yeah, well, you know, I told you.

Mary: I know. Your aunt.

Pilara: Besides, I would just be in the way anyway.

Mary: Pilara -- Pilara, you are always welcome here. I really mean that. Well, ok, I guess this is the end of it. I will take this out to the car. I'll be back in a minute.

Mary: Ooh, it's cold. Where are you going?

Pilara: What?

Mary: You're not leaving already?

Pilara: Well, you know, you make such a big deal about family, yet I'm not supposed to go see mine.

Mary: But I thought we were going to go shopping.

Pilara: Well, why?

Mary: To get you something wonderful for Christmas.

Pilara: Look, stop doing things for me, ok? Just stop it. I got to go.

Josie: Isn't it great that -- that they found it right away anyway?

Sharlene: Yes, it's great.

Josie: I mean, Matthew told me that Mr. Cory gave that necklace to Mrs. Cory.

Sharlene: I know.

Josie: I bet that necklace must have cost thousands of dollars.

Sharlene: Josie, let's not talk about it, ok?

Josie: Well, just think, though, how many babysitting jobs I would have to take to pay for it.

Sharlene: Honey, I said let's not talk about it!

Josie: Ok. I thought you'd be happy.

Sharlene: I am happy.

Josie: If you want, I'll take the necklace back to Mrs. Cory.

Sharlene: No, no, I'm going to do it tomorrow.

Josie: Well, Matthew’s going to come over later. I can just -- I can just give it to him.

Sharlene: Josie, I said that I would take care of it.

Josie: Mama, is something the matter?

Sharlene: No, nothing's the matter. I just -- I just -- I want to put this away for safekeeping. Would you finish those potatoes?

Josie: Ok, Mama.

[Knock on door]

John: Hi.

Josie: Hi, John.

John: Is your mom here?

Josie: Yeah. She just went upstairs.

John: Well, tell her to get down here. I'm not going to cut down a Christmas tree all by myself.

Josie: Oh, well, I don't know if my mom's in such a Christmas mood today.

John: Why, is something wrong?

Josie: Well, she says no, but I -- I just don't know. I'll go -- I'll go get her.

[Christmas music plays]

Michael: Oh, hi, Mark. How are you?

Mark: Hello.

Michael: How'd you track me down here?

Mark: I'm onto you, Michael. No, I called your office. They told me you were here. I hate to interrupt your festivities --

Mac: Oh, it's all right.

Mark: But with the holidays, if I don't get your ok on these requisitions --

Michael: Oh.

Mark: I won't be able to get this started as soon as I would like.

Michael: Ok. By the way, Mac Cory, this is Mark Whitefeather.

Mac: How do you do?

Mark: It's a pleasure.

Michael: Mark, Mac.

Mac: Michael has told me about the wonderful house you're designing for him.

Michael: As a matter of fact, it might not be a bad idea if you talked to him about designing the spa that you're building.

Mac: Oh, yeah. Maybe you would talk to my daughter and me about it after the holidays.

Mark: That would be great.

Mac: Well, I'll call you. We'll set something up for January.

Mark: Fantastic.

Mac: Good.

Michael: Ok, here you go.

Mark: Thank you. I'm meeting with John later. Would you like to join us?

Michael: No, as a matter of fact, I'm tied up later.

Mark: Well, if you trust us, you know --

Michael: I trust you implicitly, but if you're going to build a pool or a tennis court, call me first, all right?

Mark: No, no problem. Not at all. Ok, so it was nice meeting you, Mr. Cory.

Mac: Nice to meet you. I'll call my daughter and we'll set something up.

Mark: All right. Thank you again.

Mac: Good.

Mark: Take care.

Michael: Talk to you. Bye-bye.

Mac: Speaking of Iris, I wonder where she is.

Michael: Yeah, I have no idea, to tell you the truth.

Mac: Well, I hope she's not working. She seems to be consumed with Cory Publishing these days.

Michael: Well, you must be glad to have her back, though.

Mac: We had stopped talking entirely. I was devastated by it.

Michael: You never heard from her at all?

Mac: No, I only heard about her from other people, you know? That's all.

Michael: That must have been difficult.

Mac: It was. To hear from a third party that your daughter's husband dies and she's decided to live in Europe, and not to be able to talk to her about it.

Michael: Did you have any idea what she was doing in Europe? Any idea at all?

Mac: No, she's never mentioned anything. I'm just very glad she's back.

[Laughter]

Evan: Would you like some company?

Amanda: No. I was just leaving.

Evan: Alone?

Amanda: No, with my husband.

Evan: Oh, so you two worked everything out?

Amanda: Yes.

Evan: That was really fast.

Amanda: It seemed like forever to me.

Evan: It must be rough, though.

Amanda: Why?

Evan: Dealing with the artist temperament.

Amanda: Bad temperament is part of Sam, and I love Sam. Merry Christmas.

Evan: Merry Christmas.

Amanda: Mom, Sam and I are going to go now.

Rachel: Ok, well, have fun.

Amanda: Are you sure you don't mind watching Alli tonight?

Rachel: Are you kidding?

Amanda: Well, Sam and I just need a little time to -- uh -- relax.

Matt: Yeah, "relax."

Amanda: Not one word from you, Matthew Cory.

Matt: Did I say anything?

Sam: Getting around out here. Rachel, thank you. And I'm glad this is over.

Rachel: I am, too, Sam. Have fun, you two, ok?

Amanda: Yeah. Bye-bye.

Rachel: Bye-bye.

Sam: Take it easy.

Amanda: Thanks, Mom.

Rachel: Ok.

Ronnie: Mama wants you to come home for Christmas dinner.

Ruben: When's that?

Ronnie: On Christmas, two days from tomorrow.

Ruben: Already?

Ronnie: It'd mean a lot to Mama if you were there.

Ruben: I don't know. She's just going to start nagging me again about going back to school.

Ronnie: No, I promise we won't talk about it, ok? What do you say?

Ruben: I don't know.

Ronnie: We're going to have a big meal. Turkey with all the trimmings. You can even bring your new girlfriend.

Ruben: No!

Ronnie: Why not?

Ruben: I got to work that day.

Ronnie: Oh. Doing what?

Ruben: Delivering presents for Santa, all right?

Ronnie: Oh, don't get cute with me.

Ruben: Well, then don't get on my case here, Ronnie.

Ronnie: Will you come, or not?

Ruben: I don't know. I got to think about it, all right?

Ronnie: We love you. You know that, don't you? Even if you are a jerk.

Pilara: Yo, Ruben. Wait till you see what I -- what the hell is going on?

Pilara: What's the matter? Couldn't you wait?

Ruben: Chill out, babe.

Ronnie: Oh, you must be Ruben’s --

Pilara: Never mind who I am. Who are you?

Ronnie: I'm Ruben’s sister.

Pilara: That's a good one -- his "sister."

Ruben: Pilara, she is.

Ronnie: I'm Ronnie Lawrence.

Pilara: Oh. Ruben didn't tell me you were coming here.

Ruben: Yeah, I didn't know she was coming either. Anyway, you wasn't here.

Ronnie: Um -- why don't you take off your jacket?

Pilara: Oh, no. No, I -- I got to get going out, so --

Ronnie: Working?

Pilara: What?

Ronnie: Are you going back to work?

Pilara: Yeah, working.

Ronnie: Oh. Where do you work?

Pilara: I work --

Ruben: Yeah, what's up with this third degree, huh?

Ronnie: I'm just being polite.

Ruben: Well, you know, you do have places you got to go to, right? There you go. Go on.

Ronnie: Mama and I will be looking for you at Christmas. You, too, Pilara.

Ruben: Yeah, yeah, all right, we'll see. Bye.

Ronnie: I hope to see you again, Pilara.

Pilara: She hates my guts.

Ruben: No, she don’t.

Pilara: Well, we're not going to your families for Christmas, are we? I mean, I don't know anybody, and -- and I won't even know how to --

Ruben: Oh, forget about it, all right? What's the idea of you staying out all night?

Pilara: I told you where I was.

Ruben: What, that shrink's house? Huh? Are you going to move in there now?

Pilara: Come on, Ruben.

Ruben: No, I'm serious. I mean, I would. Leave this dump. Three square meals a day, a nice cushy bed for a change.

Pilara: I want to be with you, Ruben. Look. I brought you a Christmas present.

Ruben: Where'd you get this?

Pilara: Well, I -- I took it.

Ruben: You ripped off the shrink?

Pilara: Well, she says it's been in her family for a long time. Oh, she ain't going to miss it. Besides, she's always giving stuff away.

Ruben: Looks like it's worth a lot, too.

Pilara: I did it for you, Ruben.

Ruben: Oh, yeah? Well, maybe there's something else you can do for me.

[Christmas music plays]

Matt: You really want Josie to spend Christmas dinner with us?

Rachel: Yes, why not?

Matt: I just thought with all that stuff that happened with Jason --

Rachel: Oh, no, we're putting that behind us. And besides, I'm asking Josie, not Jason.

Matt: That would be fantastic, Mom.

Rachel: I figured she'd like that.

Matt: I'll run over to the farm right now, if that -- if it's ok to leave the party.

Rachel: Sure it is.

Matt: Ok.

Rachel: You really like Josie, don't you?

Matt: Mom, she's wonderful. I wish you knew her better. She listens to me when I talk and she understands. And she's smart and --

Rachel: That sort of answers my question.

Matt: Ok.

Rachel: It's just --

Matt: What?

Rachel: Nothing. You go on. Have fun and tell her that we're looking forward to seeing her on Christmas.

Matt: All right. Thanks, Mom.

Rachel: Bye-bye.

Matt: Excuse me, sir. Excuse me, excuse me.

Julie Ann: Oh, Ms. Wheeler has had quite an influence on "Brava," hasn't she?

Evan: Well, more than you know.

Julie Ann: Oh, gosh, the whole atmosphere -- it's changed completely since she started.

Evan: Well, it sounds like to me she's got a real fan.

Julie Ann: Oh, she's direct and honest, and I admire that in a person.

Evan: Well, good.

Julie Ann: Yeah.

Rick: Julie Ann --

Julie Ann: I thought you couldn't make it this evening.

Rick: We need to talk.

Julie Ann: We said everything last night.

Evan: If you both would just excuse me. Julie Ann.

Rick: Look, I am really sorry about last night.

Julie Ann: Sorry about what? My being less white than you thought, or my family being more black?

Rick: It just didn't occur to me that --

Julie Ann: That I had parents?

Rick: No, no, your family -- I like them very much. I just didn't realize --

Julie Ann: What? What it felt like to be a white man in a black world? Welcome to reality.

Michael: All right, so I am going a little bit overboard, I guess, huh?

Nicole: Well, Christmas is the time for pulling out all the stops, right?

Michael: Well, I want this to be the best Christmas ever, ever.

Nicole: Well, Donna has you and Mikey. She doesn't need all these presents.

Michael: Yeah.

Nicole: All right, we can get one more.

Michael: Just -- just one --

Nicole: Maybe one more.

Michael: Eensy, bitty -- yeah, I think so.

Nicole: What's she getting for you?

Michael: Oh, heck, I already have the best present anyone could ever have. I got a family. I got three kids that I love very much. I got a wife that I love.

Nicole: Well, you deserve it all, Michael.

Michael: I'll tell you the truth, I don't know how much one man deserves, you know? But I know that I couldn't be any luckier, and no one and nothing could make me happier.

Iris: Hello, Nicole, Michael. Fancy seeing you here.

Michael: Iris. I thought you were at that party.

Iris: Oh, it was almost over, and I had some last-minute shopping to do.

Michael: Oh.

Nicole: Well, Michael, we'd better get going. The stores are going to close soon, and you still have that present to get for Donna.

Michael: Oh.

Iris: Well, Nicole, if you've got plans, maybe I could help Michael.

Michael: Uh -- no, thanks. Really, we're just about finished.

Iris: Well, in that case, perhaps you could help me. I'm so baffled as to what to buy Rachel. You know, she has such particular taste.

Nicole: Oh, well, no, I think she has classic taste.

Iris: Well, in that case, you can help me. You could bring out a few selections and we could make the perfect choice.

Nicole: Um -- listen, why don't I get one of my assistants to give you a hand?

Iris: I'd be so grateful if you could help me yourself.

Nicole: All right. I'll just be a minute.

Michael: Haven't lost your touch, have you, Iris?

Iris: You used to enjoy my touch, Michael. Do you remember?

Michael: Iris, I came here to buy a Christmas present for my wife.

Iris: What about that?

Michael: Donna already has one like that.

Iris: Oh, lucky girl. Well, what about that? You were always partial to bare shoulders.

Michael: Would you stop it? Would you please just stop it?

Iris: Well, what about this? It's just the thing for lounging around on the Riviera with your lover.

Michael: Iris, that's enough. All we had was a long time ago, and it's over. I'm married now. I am very happily married.

Iris: Sorry. I guess it's just the holiday season. I keep thinking about that one Christmas we had together. Do you think about that? You do. You do think about it. The party at Michelle’s. The long drive up from the hotel. Mimosa was just about to bloom.

Michael: Oh. Are you finished? Good. They signed everything, right? The deal's done? Great, just send me the papers in the morning. Ok. Fine, bye. I did it!

Iris: Of course you did.

Michael: That's the biggest deal of my career, and it's all thanks to you.

Iris: You only just met me.

Michael: I know, but I've had nothing but good luck since I met you.

Iris: Oh, I like that, being someone's good luck.

Michael: You know, I get the feeling that my whole life I've waited just for you.

Iris: Tell me you do remember.

Nicole: I've got a few things that are just right for Rachel. What do you think?

Josie: Oh -- I'm -- I'm really sorry that I ran away from you at the snowflake ball last night.

Matt: Hey, you know, I was really worried about you.

Josie: I know. I know, but everything's ok now.

Matt: Good. Your mom seemed a little upset, though.

Josie: Yeah, I know, she did. But everything was fine last night when I got home.

Matt: I know you were upset about her.

Josie: Yeah, I was.

John: That's about all I can do.

Sharlene: I've got it right here.

John: Let me get -- you sure it's not too heavy for you, now?

Sharlene: John, I can handle it, for heaven's sakes. Ugh!

John: She wouldn't even let me cut down the tree.

Matt: You cut down that tree by yourself?

Sharlene: Matthew, I'm not helpless.

John: Matthew, never argue with a woman who has access to a chain saw.

Matt: That's a nice one.

John: That's a pretty nice one, isn't it?

Sharlene: Yeah. When we let it go, it's --

[Knock on door]

John: Hey!

Mark: Hi, John.

John: Hi, Mark, how are you?

Mark: Good, thank you.

John: Come on in, come on in. Ah, let me introduce you to Sharlene Watts.

Sharlene: Hi, nice to meet you.

Mark: Hi, nice to meet you.

John: Her daughter, Josie.

Josie: Hi.

Mark: Pleasure.

John: And this is Matthew Cory.

Matt: We met at "Brava" party.

Mark: Yes, we did. What a great tree.

Sharlene: Yeah.

Mark: Nice.

Josie: Oh, let's take it into the parlor. Come on, Matt.

Sharlene: All right, if you're going to do that, then be careful.

Matt: I got it.

Josie: Oh, we will.

Sharlene: Matthew, don't hit that wall --

John: Very, very gentle with it, now.

Sharlene: Please watch the --

John: Mark and I have to drive out to the building site for Michael’s new house. We won't be gone long.

Sharlene: That's on the way to the mill, isn't it?

John: Just before you get to it, yeah.

Sharlene: There's a package that I need to return, and --

John: At the old mill? Why?

Sharlene: Never mind. You know, I'm going to handle it myself.

John: Well --

Mark: I love the smell of a house with a Christmas tree in it. It smells great.

[Sharlene laughs]

Mark: I make sure I visit all my friends during the holidays.

Sharlene: Don't you celebrate Christmas?

Mark: It's not a Navajo tradition, no.

Sharlene: Navajo? Really?

Mark: Yes.

John: Sharlene, listen, about that package -- I'd be more than happy to drop it off for you.

Sharlene: No, John, really, you know what? It's something that I should do myself.

John: It's on the way. Really, I'll take it for you.

Sharlene: Well, all right. If you'll let me make you dinner.

John: Oh, gosh, I don't know. You drive an awfully hard bargain. You got a deal.

Sharlene: I'll get the package.

Singer: Merry and bright an

Josie: Oh.

Matt: Josie, is your mom mad at us?

Josie: No. She is upset about something, but she's not mad at us.

Matt: Oh.

Josie: Why?

Matt: Well, I mean, she was in a rush to get rid of us.

Josie: Oh, well, that's because John's coming back later.

Matt: Oh, great.

Josie: You know, I think we should make ourselves scarce when he comes back.

Matt: Why is that? I like John.

Josie: So does my mom.

Matt: You mean, those two are --

Josie: Yeah, they're getting closer. I mean, it looks that way.

Matt: Are you ok with that?

Josie: Well, sure, sure. I like John. I just hope that he can make my mom half as happy as you make me.

Singer: Christmas Eve kids like you and me

Josie: How does a nice walk in the snow sound?

Matt: Cold.

Josie: Oh, come on. It'll be so romantic in the woods with the moonlight.

Matt: I'm getting warmer already. Ok, well, wait -- first I have to ask you an important question.

Josie: Yeah?

Matt: How would you like to spend Christmas dinner with my family?

Josie: At -- at your house?

Matt: Yes, my mom asked for you.

Josie: She invited me?

Matt: Yes! She likes you.

Josie: Oh, Matthew, I'd like to, but I'd be so nervous.

Matt: Wait, wait -- what do you have to be nervous about?

Josie: Matthew, you probably have more silverware on your table for one meal than we've had all year!

Matt: Come on! So what?

Josie: No -- besides, I want to spend Christmas with my mom.

Matt: She can come, too, no problem.

Josie: No -- no, really, Matthew, this is our first Christmas on the farm. I really like it here.

Matt: Since when are you so crazy about the farm?

Josie: I know I didn't like it here at first, but -- oh, now it feels like home. And we've got a beautiful tree, and my mom makes the most amazing Christmas dinner.

Matt: Hmm. Sounds like a nice Christmas.

Josie: Yeah. It'll be almost perfect. Only thing missing will be you.

Singer: Christmastime is here again

Matt: Why don't I spend Christmas here?

Josie: What about your family?

Matt: No, no, no -- it'll be perfect! Our first Christmas together. It'll be perfect.

Josie: Oh --

[Christmas music plays]

Julie Ann: Why are you here?

Rick: I want to talk to you.

Julie Ann: Are you sure?

Rick: Yes. Now, I know I was a bit uncomfortable at your house.

Julie Ann: Why?

Rick: I am not prejudiced, if that's what you're thinking.

Julie Ann: I know you're not. Let's just drop it, ok?

Rick: No. Julie Ann, I care about you.

Julie Ann: Enough to accept me for what I am?

Rick: But I never think about you as being -- no, I'm sorry, that came out all wrong. I didn't mean it!

Julie Ann: Don't worry about it, don't worry about it. I've heard it before. "Oh, my goodness, you're kidding!" Or "all right, but you don't look --" and then this long, awkward pause.

Rick: I know that really must be hard for you.

Julie Ann: It used to be. I used to think I wouldn't fit in anywhere. But it's all changed now. I'm proud of my heritage. I'm proud of what I've accomplished.

Rick: Could we start all over?

Julie Ann: I don't think so. We tried it. It didn't work. Merry Christmas, Rick.

Mac: That was very nice of you to ask Josie for Christmas dinner.

Rachel: Well, I want her to feel comfortable in our home. Thank you.

Mac: And also, Matthew might be at our house a little more, rather than out at the farm, right?

Rachel: Well, Matthew and Josie are involved. We'd be foolish not to get to know them better.

Mac: I agree. Thank you, dear. Do you think Jamie will bring Vicky?

Rachel: No. Donna's already called. She said that she's invited them to dinner.

Mac: You know, sweetheart, we never really discussed their engagement.

Rachel: Jamie's made his decision.

Mac: How do you feel about it now?

Rachel: I support him. Look, I've learned the hard way once again that it is dangerous to interfere.

Mac: Well, you can always interfere with me!

[Mac growls]

[Rachel laughs]

Evan: Oh, excuse me.

Mac: Oh, it's quite all right.

Evan: Listen, I just haven't had time to wish you both a very merry Christmas.

Mac: Well, a very merry Christmas to you, too, and thank you.

Evan: Thank you.

Rachel: Yes, made much more merry because of all of your help.

Evan: Thank you. Listen, if there's anything that I can do for you or "Brava," just ask. I mean, you can always count on me.

Sam: Now, this is my idea of a Christmas party.

Amanda: Definitely. Popcorn, eggnog, and thou.

Sam: Well, the snowflake ball definitely doesn't have anything up on us.

Singer: From now on our troubles will be out of sight

Sam: What do you say we sit this one out?

Amanda: Ok.

Sam: Ok.

Singer: Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Amanda: I feel so content.

Sam: Nice, huh?

Amanda: I wish I could just stop time. The smell of the Christmas tree, and your arms around me.

Sam: I was beginning to wonder whether or not we'd ever be able to do this again.

Amanda: Do you think we'll always be happy?

Sam: Well, I know we'll try.

Amanda: I want to make you happy.

Sam: You do.

Amanda: Not always.

Sam: Hey, you do, just by being here. You don't have to go and try to buy a gallery opening with your mother for me.

Amanda: I should have told you.

Singer: Gather near to us

Sam: You want to know something?

Amanda: What?

Sam: I've been dreaming of a day like that for my whole life.

Amanda: You worked for it. That was your success.

Sam: Yeah. But my success wouldn't have meant anything if I had lost you.

Amanda: Sam --

Sam: Listen to me. When people rave about my paintings, I remember how you encouraged me. When people tell me what a great talent I have, I remember that you believed in me. See, my success came a long time before that gallery opening. It came the night I met you.

Amanda: I love you so much.

Amanda: Are we fantastic together? Or am I just being egotistical?

Sam: You're being egotistical. Ok, we're fantastic together.

Amanda: Ok. I just wanted to make sure you agreed.

Sam: Yeah. We'll always be fantastic together.

Amanda: Even when we're old?

Sam: No.

Amanda: No?

Sam: No, then we'll be utterly incredible.

Amanda: Well, you think so?

Sam: Yeah. We'll have all those years of practice.

Amanda: You know, 1989 is going to be a great year, I can tell. I can just feel it.

Sam: I hope so.

Amanda: Where do you think we're going to be a year from now?

Sam: Hopefully, the same place we are right now!

Amanda: I mean, in our lives?

Sam: What?

Amanda: Our careers?

Sam: I don't know. I don't think that far ahead.

Amanda: Oh, but it's fun! I mean, just think, I could be winning the Pulitzer Prize. You could be selling your paintings worldwide. We could travel.

Sam: Well, Alli will be walking.

Amanda: Yes! She -- she almost crawled the other day.

Sam: She did?

Amanda: Well, not exactly crawled. I mean, she was up on her knees.

Sam: Well, where was I? I was at Mitch’s acting like a jerk.

Amanda: You were not.

Sam: I should have been here with you and Alli.

Amanda: Don't worry, she'll do it again.

Sam: It seems like just yesterday we brought her home from the hospital.

Amanda: She was so tiny, she scared me to death.

Sam: You know, time goes by awful fast.

Amanda: Yeah.

Sam: Hey, let's make a promise not to waste any more of it. No matter what the New Year brings, no matter how busy we get, we have to make time for each other now.

Amanda: I promise. I mean, you know what they say.

Sam: No, what do they say?

Amanda: You can't make up for lost time.

Sam: Is that what they say?

Amanda: Mm-hmm.

Sam: Well, what do you say we try to prove them wrong?

[Amanda laughs]

Iris: Oh. Well, where is everyone?

Evan: Gone. Did you find what you were looking for?

Iris: Pardon?

Evan: You know, your last-minute shopping?

Iris: Oh. Yeah, I saw a couple of things that caught my eye. Have you heard from Dennis?

Evan: Uh -- no.

Iris: Oh. Well, you know, he's probably off at a party somewhere. I -- I wonder, would he be home by now?

Evan: Why don't you just wait?

Iris: Why don't you just mind your own business?

Evan: Hey, I was just trying to help.

Iris: Well, I don't need your help.

Evan: Ok, then I'll wait outside.

Iris: No, why don't you just go home, Evan.

Evan: Now, wait a second -- I thought we had plans tonight.

Iris: Well, we haven’t.

Evan: There's just no middle ground with you, is there?

Iris: What's that supposed to mean?

Evan: It's supposed to mean that you think you can just dismiss people with a wave of your hand whenever you feel like it, then expect them to jump when you decide that you want them again?

Iris: I'll keep that in mind.

Evan: Well, you keep it in mind, if and when you talk to your own son.

Iris: Good night, Evan.

Iris: Dennis, where are you? Well, wherever you are, darling, merry Christmas.

John: Whoa! It is freezing out there!

Sharlene: Did you deliver the package?

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: The guy -- did he -- did he say anything?

John: No, why? Should he have?

Sharlene: No.

John: Sharlene, does this package have anything to do with what's bothering you?

Sharlene: Nothing's bothering me.

John: Ah. Well, ok. Well, something's certainly bothering me.

Sharlene: What?

John: Well, this kitchen, for instance. It's just --

Sharlene: What's wrong with it?

John: Well, there's way too much light in it. Entirely too much light. Where do you keep your candles, anyway? Where are they, Sharlene?

Sharlene: They're over by the fridge.

John: Ok. I'll get them.

Sharlene: Thank you. We are only having soup.

John: What do you mean, we're only having soup? What is there, some kind of a -- a farm tradition that you can't have soup by candlelight?

Sharlene: No, not that I particularly know of.

John: When I was growing up on a farm, all those many years ago, well, we used to eat by candlelight a lot.

Sharlene: Oh, you did?

John: Yeah, as a matter of fact, we did. My mother always used to say that it was a -- it was a special occasion. Mike and I knew better. It was only when my old man used to drink up all the utility bill money. But -- oh, I know I still think that it's a special occasion.

Sharlene: We probably should eat before the soup gets cold.

John: Let it.

Singer: Wrap your presents to your darling from you pretty pencils to write "I love you"

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