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Another World Transcript Wednesday 12/22/04

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Mac: Julie Ann, is Amanda in yet? Would you let me know as soon as she comes in, please? Thank you.

Iris: Oh, Daddy, thank heavens you're in early. We've had an ad problem with the Fanny Grady story. I don't know how it slipped by, but it did. We almost had a major disaster.

Mac: Well, that makes two.

Iris: Two disasters?

Mac: That's right, Iris.

Iris: Well, this is the article Amanda was writing about Michael Hudson.

Mac: The whole thing has to be rewritten.

Iris: But Amanda will be humiliated.

Mac: I am more disappointed than I can say.

Iris: Well, I'm sorry, but I was sure Amanda was up to this.

Mac: I'm not talking about Amanda, Iris, I'm talking about you.

Iris: Me?

Mac: Yes, you. What do you think you've been doing, Iris?

Amanda: I don't think I should have let Mrs. Martin take Alli out this morning.

Sam: Oh, come on, Amanda. She only had on 3 sweaters, two scarves, and a down snowsuit.

Amanda: You think I worry too much?

Sam: I think Alliís gonna be warm enough. Amanda, I also think that you are a terrific mother, ok?

Amanda: All the books say that fresh air is good for babies, even in the winter.

Sam: Amanda, stop worrying, ok?

Amanda: Did you say you're coming back here after we visit Vicky?

Sam: Yeah, I told Mrs. Martin I'd be about an hour. I'm not going to go to that studio at all today. I don't want to deal with Caroline.

Amanda: Oh, Alli is gonna love you.

Sam: Yeah. So, you ready to go? Hey, what's the matter?

Amanda: I'm just hoping Vickyís doing better. Wouldn't it be great if the only reason you went to the hospital was to have a baby?

Sam: Yeah. Then everyone would be healthy and happy. Unfortunately, that's not the way it works.

Amanda: We are so lucky. Vicky just has to come out of this.

Sam: Amanda, that baby is what's gonna get her through this.

Amanda: You really think so?

Sam: Come on, you know Vicky. She wants Jamieís baby more than anything. Let's go.

Dr. Peterson: Still good and strong.

Jamie: And Vicky?

Dr. Peterson: No change.

Jamie: I took her blood pressure a little while ago. It's still up there.

Dr. Peterson: I know.

Jamie: Her other vital signs seem to be good enough. Doctor, I think we have to consider the possibility of a cesarean.

Dr. Peterson: I talked to Hassad about that.

Jamie: And?

Dr. Peterson: We decided against it.

Jamie: On what grounds?

Dr. Peterson: I don't quite know how to say this, but we've discovered something that doesn't quite--

Jamie: Now, wait a minute, wait a minute. Vicky? Vicky? Vicky, it's Jamie. Vicky, it's Jamie. I'm right here, honey. Can you hear me? Come on, baby, open your eyes. Come on. Did you see that? That's it, honey, that's it. Come on, let me see those beautiful blue eyes of yours. Yes! Yes! Come on, keep trying. I'm listening, honey, I'm listening. I'm right here. Come on, keep trying. I'm here. I'm right here. I'll always be right here. Always.

Dr. Peterson: Vicky, can you hear me?

Jamie: I know she can. Vicky, it's me, Jamie. I'm right here. There, you see?

Dr. Peterson: Vicky? Vicky, can you follow this with your eyes? Slowly. Easy does it.

Jamie: Terrific. That's just terrific.

Dr. Peterson: Vicky, you've been unconscious for a while, but you're all right.

Jamie: You're doing great, honey. Our baby is just fine. Can you hear me?

Dr. Peterson: Vicky?

Jamie: Our baby is just fine, honey.

Dr. Peterson: Can you understand that?

Jamie: Vicky, I love you. And I love our baby. Vicky, don't go. Vicky, come on, don't go!

Dr. Peterson: Jamie, take it easy.

Jamie: We almost had her, doctor. Vicky, come on, you can do it. I know you can. They're so much I have to tell you. Can you hear me, Vicky? I have never felt so helpless in my entire life.

Dr. Peterson: Jamie, you know how these cases work.

Jamie: This is different.

Dr. Peterson: Maybe you should take a rest. Take a break. You haven't been home since she was admitted.

Jamie: We've got to bring her out of this, doctor. The longer she's in this...

Dr. Peterson: Her blood pressure is going down.

Jamie: How much?

Dr. Peterson: 130 over 92.

Jamie: She's stabilizing. Vicky, can you hear that?

Dr. Peterson: Jamie, listen, I think we should let her rest.

Jamie: Doctor, that's a good sign.

Dr. Peterson: Yes, it's a good sign, but we have to be cautious, you know that.

Jamie: Doctor, thank you for... oh, listen, I can do this. Really, I would like to.

Dr. Peterson: That's all right, Sally.

Jamie: Thank you.

Iris: I didn't write the article on Michael Hudson.

Mac: No, but you did assign it to Amanda, as well as the video match piece, as well as the Felicia series.

Iris: Yes, yes I did.

Mac: Who edited this anyway? There is no way in the world we can print this as it is now.

Iris: Why not?

Mac: This issue closes this afternoon and this article has got to be in it. If Peter Campion is free, I'll assign him to rewrite it.

Iris: Oh, Daddy, Amanda will be devastated.

Mac: You've been pushing her too hard, Iris.

Iris: Well, you've pushed me hard.

Mac: When? I don't recall doing any such thing.

Iris: Yes, yes you did, and I think it paid off for both of us.

Mac: Iris, you can't just push. She needs guidance and I assumed she was getting it.

Iris: Why? What do you think is wrong with the article?

Mac: Well, there's too much hip terminology in it, for one thing, and far too much is in the passive voice. I'm surprised you let it get by you like that.

Iris: Daddy, Amanda might have made some wrong choices, but she's very talented and I don't want this to throw her.

Mac: I don't want her stopped, I just don't want her pushed so hard and often.

Iris: Well, Amanda sets her own pace.

Mac: I know how hard she's worked on this and I'm very worried and concerned about how she's going to take the criticism.

Iris: We all have to accept criticism and rejection. But I do think Amanda should be the one to rewrite the piece.

Mac: Well, I donít.

Iris: Well, it's her article, Daddy.

Mac: But the whole tone of it is wrong. I knew that from the first time I read it. Doesn't even sound like a "Brava" article.

Iris: Why, because it's too hip and colloquial?

Mac: Exactly.

Iris: Well, I disagree.

Mac: Why?

Iris: I accepted that article because of the way Amanda wrote it. I think it's precisely what "Brava" needs. I think it's time for a change.

Amanda: It seems so quiet in here today.

Sam: It's supposed to be quiet.

Amanda: I mean more quiet than usual.

Sam: Amanda, Vicky is going to be ok.

Amanda: What, are you psychic all of a sudden?

Sam: No, but let's just say I have a hunch.

Amanda: I don't know, maybe just being here brings it all back... when you were here.

Sam: Come on, I turned out all right, didn't I?

Michael: Hi. Any news?

Amanda: Hi. Uh--no, we just got here. The nurse said we should wait outside. How's Donna?

Michael: Donna? Donna's busy as usual. She's running around trying to make sure that Mikey's ok, sitting with Vicky. Now she's trying to track down Dr. Peterson to see if she has any new answers.

Amanda: Maybe she'd rather be busy.

Michael: Maybe. It's just she's so tired, though. I guess we all are.

Amanda: Jamie won't even go home.

Michael: I know. Somehow I wish Vicky knew that.

Amanda: Maybe she does.

Michael: Maybe.

Sam: You ok?

Michael: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Amanda: These are the hardest hours to get through. I remember.

Michael: I'm going to go see where Donna is.

Amanda: Why don't you stay and sit down for a while? They said Jamieís inside, he should be out soon.

Sam: Yeah, c'mon, you look kind of wiped out. Sit down.

Michael: I'm really fine, all right? I'm fine. I just hate this, you know? I mean, I wish it was me in there. I should be in that bed, not her.

Sam: It's tough being a father, especially at a time like this, Michael.

Michael: Yeah.

Sally: You can go in to see Ms. Hudson now, one at a time.

Michael: Nurse, anything?

Sally: I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson.

Amanda: But that's good. It's good that she came to, even if it's just for a couple minutes.

Jamie: And then she slipped right back.

Amanda: You said she tried to say something?

Jamie: But I couldn't understand what.

Amanda: She tried, she'll try again.

Jamie: I hope so.

Amanda: Jamie, her blood pressure's lowered. She's getting better.

Jamie: Amanda, I'm really glad you're here.

Amanda: So am I.

Jamie: I guess I never told you how much it means to me that you and Vicky are friends.

Amanda: I love Vicky.

Jamie: I know.

Amanda: So do you, right?

Jamie: I just wish it hadn't taken me--

Amanda: Would you stop kicking yourself? At least you know.

Jamie: Yeah. I know.

Amanda: Vicky is going to be fine, so is the baby. And you, my brother, are going to get exactly what you deserve. Gonna have a wonderful life.

[Vicky moans]

Jamie: Vicky?

Amanda: Hang in there.

Jamie: You know I will.

Amanda: You gonna be ok?

Jamie: Yeah.

>> She's got a way of talking...

Vicky: Do you feel?

Jamie: Whoa.

Vicky: Ok, baby. Your hand's in the wrong place. Here. Here--wait. There! Oh, Jamie.

Jamie: Ha ha! I feel it. I feel it, yes, I do.

Vicky: Oh, it's like um--a fluttering of--

Jamie: This ring... it was my great grandmotherís. I want you to have it.

>> She's got a way of showing mm mm how I make her feel and I find the strength to keep on going she's got a life...

Jamie: Vicky, will you marry me?

Vicky: Jamie... I want to be your wife more than anything in this world.

>> She comes to me when I'm feeling down...

Vicky: Thanks for understanding.

Jamie: It really is a great house. I'm glad you bought it.

Vicky: Good.

Jamie: Totally impulsive as usual, of course.

Vicky: Well, I've spent my whole year hoping and taking chances. Why should tonight be any different?

Jamie: Happy New Year.

>> She's got a smile that heals me mm, I don't know why it is but I have to laugh when she reveals me she's got a way about her mm, I don't know what it is but I know that I can't live without her anyway hey

Jamie: Come back to me. Vicky, come back to me, please.

Michael: Ok, thanks, bye. Is Amanda still in there?

Sam: Yeah, she is. Thanks for letting her go in first.

Michael: Oh, no problem. I'm gonna be here all day until we get some news.

Sam: So, did you find Donna?

Michael: She's still parked in front of Dr. Peterson's office.

Sam: Sure wish I'd gotten a chance to see her.

Michael: You know, I don't know if I ever told you, but I've been awfully glad that you became such good friends with Vicky.

Sam: Michael, she's been good friends to us. I mean, she'll take Alli at the drop of a hat. When we're having problems, she'll listen to the both of us and won't take sides. We love her, especially Alli.

Michael: Alli. She loves kids, you know? Whenever Mikey knows she's coming over to the house, he just--he just...he goes nuts. We were hoping that the baby...

Sam: I know. Michael, whenever Alli gets sick, gets the flu, whatever, I feel guilty. I feel like it's my fault that I didn't do something or that I missed something. I think it's easier to feel guilty than to realize that you really have no power over these kind of situations. Being a father, man, it's hard.

Michael: Yeah. But it's also the best, isn't it?

Sam: I wouldn't change it for the world.

Michael: Me neither, man. I wouldn't change anything.

Mac: Just because you're my daughter, you know, you can't waltz in here and entirely revamp "Brava".

Iris: Well, there's no need to be so defensive. We're not talking about major surgery.

Mac: The circulation figures have never been better, Iris.

Iris: Does that mean to say they can't be improved?

Mac: Well, whatever you want to do with "Brava" it can't happen this afternoon. Now, this article of Amandaís is entirely unacceptable for "Brava" as of now.

Iris: All right. Well, maybe in the future--

Mac: Maybe in the future I will decide what assignments Amanda will take and how she will do them.

Iris: Oh, I see. Rachel's been complaining about the video match story.

Mac: Iris, how do you think that she could have done a proper job on this when you've also assigned her to investigate a dating service.

Iris: I stand by my decision to assign Amanda to that video match story, no matter what Rachel thinks.

Mac: Rachel is just concerned about Amanda.

Iris: Well, so am I.

Mac: She feels that you are pushing her too hard and, as undoubtedly you know by this time, so do I.

Iris: Well, I would've thought you'd be happy to see us two sisters working so close together.

Mac: Of course I'm glad you work so well together, Iris, that is not the issue we're discussing.

Iris: How do you suggest I tell her that we're going to hold her back?

Mac: We'll make her understand it does--

Iris: How can I make her understand when I don't understand myself? Amanda is a gifted writer and she can be more than just a journalist if nobody interferes.

Rachel: Would anybody mind if I came in?

Mac: What do you think?

Mac: Hello, darling.

Rachel: Are we talking about Amanda?

Iris: This is a professional discussion, Rachel, not a personal one.

Mac: I feel that Iris is pushing Amanda too fast.

Rachel: I agree.

Iris: And I feel that Amanda could be a great journalist if no one interferes.

Rachel: Meaning me.

Iris: I didn't say that. But this is what Amanda wants.

Rachel: She also wanted to drive a car when she was 4, that's just the way she is.

Iris: Amanda came to me complaining that no one would give her any decent assignments and no one would listen to her.

Mac: Well, I listened to her. I told her she was getting way ahead of herself, and that's still my opinion.

Iris: Amanda needed a challenge and some excitement.

Rachel: Does she also need danger? Is that also what she needs?

Mac: That's true, Iris. This singles assignment is loaded with personal risk, you know.

Rachel: Amanda isn't equipped to do undercover research.

Iris: Why not?

Rachel: Because she's not experienced, she's not worldly enough. She's never been involved in a scene like that.

Iris: Well, that's why I assigned Evan to work with her.

Mac: You didn't tell me that.

Rachel: I didn't know that.

Iris: Well, I hope this will alleviate some of your worries. Evan will be with Amanda while she's doing the research. Do you really think I'd endanger my own sister's life?

Rachel: I still don't like it. Amanda's plate is very full. She's a new mother, she's a new wife, she can't handle all of this.

Amanda: Mother.

[Alli cries]

Sam: Alli. Alli. Alli, yoo-hoo! Yo, Alli. Come on, Daddy's here, it's ok, hon. Alli, come on, baby. Come on, Alli. Shh. Alli? Alli, did you have a nice walk with Mrs. Martin? Yeah? And did you get lots of milk for you two? Yeah? And did that cold air make you awfully sleepy? Phew, yeah.

[Alli cries] All right, Alli. Alli, Alli, shh. Alli, come on, girl. Come on, Alli. Alli, shh. Alli, come on, honey. No, I am not going to pick you up again. Alli, you've got to take your nap and daddy's got work to do, ok? So shh. Oh, please, come on, hon. Shh, it's ok.

[Telephone rings]


[Crying continues] Yeah, hello. Aw, Caroline, hi. No, the preliminary sketch is not done yet. Amanda and I went to see Vicky at the hospital this morning. Yes, I'm working on it right now.

[Crying continues] No, that is not Amanda. That is the baby. No, Amanda can't help me with the baby right now, she's at work. Yeah, that's right, work.

[Knock on door] Caroline, can you hold on for just a second? Thanks. I don't believe this day. Alli, shh. Ok, Alli? Yeah, can I help you?

Justine: Oh, this is a bad time.

Sam: Yeah, it is. I'm sorry, but--

Justine: No, no, I am.

Sam: Can I help you? Look, that's my baby and she's crying so I... ugh!

Justine: I'm--

Sam: Yeah...

Justine: I'm Justine Collins, an art student, and I came to your show--

Sam: Just a second, just a second, ok? Alli, shh. Alli, shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Shh, please. Please, shh. Shh, shh. Yeah, go ahead.

Justine: Well, I know I shouldn't have just stopped in. A friend of mine said you lived here and--

[Alli cries]

Sam: Hold on, just a second. Alli, come on, please? Baby, please, shh. Go ahead. Yeah?

Justine: And I just wanted to meet you and tell you how much I admire your work.

Sam: Well, thanks, I appreciate that.

Justine: You really must be a genius.

Sam: Why do you say that?

Justine: Who else could work in this mess?

Michael: She hasn't moved.

Jamie: She was able to focus earlier, when Dr. Peterson was here.

Michael: Why hasn't she regained consciousness, Jamie?

Jamie: I wish I could answer that.

Michael: She's so beautiful.

Jamie: In every way.

Michael: I get the feeling that things have changed for you a little bit.

Jamie: What do you mean?

Michael: Well, I had the feeling that marrying her was the honorable thing to do for you, but since the accident, I have a feeling it's more than honor.

Jamie: It's a lot more. Listen, I saw Donna in Dr. Peterson's office. She looked pretty strung out.

Michael: She is.

Jamie: Why don't the two of you take a break?

Michael: Uh... ok.

Jamie: I'll let you know if anything changes, ok?

Michael: All right, I thank you for that.

Vicky: Dad?

Jamie: Vicky? Honey, baby?

Michael: You did it. Honey, you did it.

Vicky: The baby?

Michael: The baby is just fine.

Vicky: What happened?

Jamie: What happened is you scared us all.

Vicky: I fell... I fell. The baby.

Jamie: Honey, I wouldn't lie to you. The baby is jus fine.

Vicky: Dad?

Michael: I'm right here, baby.

Vicky: Promise me, the baby...

Michael: I promise, I promise.

Vicky: Oh, Jamie. The baby...

Jamie: Honey, I wouldn't lie to you, I promise. I wouldn't let anything happen to the baby or to you.

Sally: Dr. Frame?

Jamie: Yes.

Sally: Dr. Peterson would like to see you.

Jamie: Good, I'd like to talk to her, too. Listen, call Hassad, tell him Vickyís conscious, and tell him I want him to examine her, ok?

Sally: Ok.

Jamie: Good. Vicky, I'll be right back. Don't you worry about a thing, ok? Oh, and listen, I'll tell Donna the good news.

Michael: Thanks. Thanks.

[Chuckling] He's a really good man.

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Michael: I love you so much.

Vicky: I love you, Dad.

Michael: I don't know what I'd do without you. My family means everything in the world to me.

Amanda: I thought we'd settled the whole question of what I am and I'm not able to handle.

Mac: It's not just your mother's concern that prompted this discussion, Amanda.

Amanda: I'm tired of walking into rooms and finding people talking about my life and how I should handle it.

Iris: I can understand that.

Amanda: Apparently you're the only one that does.

Rachel: We're not ganging up on you, Amanda.

Amanda: You both treat me like a child.

Mac: Well, I'll treat you as an adult. I have a serious problem with the Michael Hudson article.

Amanda: You didn't like it?

Mac: No, I didn't like it.

Amanda: When you read the first draft, you said--

Mac: I said that I thought it was good for a first draft. I also thought it needed considerable rewriting.

Iris: May I say something?

Mac: No, not yet.

Amanda: What was wrong with it?

Mac: It was written for a different magazine, for one thing.

Amanda: You don't agree with him, do you?

Mac: Iris, I've already told you that is another discussion and this isn't the time for it. "Brava" is going to press; this has to be completely redone.

Amanda: All of it?

Mac: I'm asking Peter Campion to rewrite it.

Amanda: I'll do it.

Mac: You don't have the time.

Amanda: I'll make time.

Mac: There's a deadline this afternoon, Amanda.

Amanda: I said I would do it.

Iris: I suppose I should mention that I did ask Amanda to go to Chicago for a few days for the Fanny Grady story. I guess that's out of the question now.

Amanda: No, I'm going to go. I planned everything around that trip.

Iris: See?

Amanda: I'm going to Chicago.

Mac: Come back here, Amanda.

Iris: Daddy, why don't you just--

Mac: Iris, please stop telling me how to raise my daughter.

Iris: I suppose you enjoyed that?

Rachel: No I didnít. I don't enjoy seeing my husband upset. I don't enjoy seeing my daughter upset.

Iris: And you think I do?

Rachel: Iris, Cory Publishing owes you a lot. You rescued us from a hostile takeover in the 11th hour and we will always be grateful to you for that, but Mac runs this place. You wouldn't want it any other way, would you?

Iris: Oh, no, I wouldnít.

Rachel: That's what I thought.

Justine: I agree with you, Sam. So many of today's overnight art sensations just don't have the technical skills.

Sam: Yeah, well, this far-out, trendy stuff they have now, it's not my cup of tea.

Justine: That's why I love your work. You're not hiding behind some gimmick.

Sam: Oh. Yeah, Alli likes you.

Justine: I think she's just glad to be rescued from having to take a nap.

Sam: Well, Alli usually takes two naps a day, don't you, Alli?

Justine: There are no rules where babies are concerned.

Sam: So you're an expert on babies as well as 15th-century Italian art?

Justine: I have 3 brothers and two sisters--all younger.

Sam: Ouch.

Justine: My youngest sister stopped napping completely when she was 14 months old.

Sam: Oh, no.

Justine: Oh, yes.

Sam: They didn't say that in the books.

Justine: Nobody would buy them if they did.

Sam: Good point.

Justine: How 'bout you, Alli? Are you going to be a good girl and take a little nap? Huh? I think she could be persuaded.

Sam: Come here, Alli. I've been trying to persuade her for over an hour, haven't I, Alli? Yeah.

Justine: I love kids. I'm thinking after I get out of art school, before I make a name for myself, maybe I'll work as a nanny or something.

Sam: That's an idea.

Justine: I hope you don't think this is too forward.

Sam: No. Come on, you got Alli to quit crying. I owe you one.

Justine: Well, I have one more semester of art school left and I was thinking, I could learn so much if I could be your assistant.

Sam: My assistant?

Justine: Deliver things to your gallery, pick up paints, clean brushes, whatever.

Sam: Well, actually, we could kind of use the help.

Justine: It's hard when two people are working.

Sam: Well, when the baby was younger, Amanda used to take her to the office, but now that's kind of out of the question. And I try to take care of her at home and paint at the same time, but it doesn't exactly work out.

Justine: I think you have it harder. It's easier for your wife to concentrate in her office.

Sam: I don't know about that. See, Amanda feels guilty when she leaves the baby at home. She goes to work and she misses her. I don't know, but when she comes home, she's tired so she doesn't have time--I'm kind of rattling on, aren't I?

Justine: That's ok.

Sam: Look, maybe we could work something out. I mean, maybe you could help out with Alli.

Justine: I could sure use the money.

Sam: Yeah, and we could use the help. I think Alli agrees with me.

Justine: And maybe once in awhile I could show you some of my stuff and you could give me some criticism?

Sam: You know, this doesn't sound half bad.

[Alli coos]

[Sam laughs]

Sam: This silence is golden. What'd you do, hypnotize her?

Justine: I lucked out. She was ready. No baby sleeps before she's ready.

Sam: Tell me something, are you serious about this babysitting job?

Justine: I'm free every morning but Friday.

Sam: So you could come at 9 and stick around till about 12?

Justine: I could stay later on Wednesdays.

Sam: Oh, man, if I could just get in 3 solid hours of work.

Justine: I could take Alli to the park on nice days. In lousy weather I could visit my cousins. She has two children just a little bit older. That way you wouldn't be disturbed.

Sam: You'd do that for me?

Justine: I'd love to.

Sam: Well, maybe we should think this over.

Justine: What I mean is it would give me a sense of artistic accomplishment to make it easier for you to--

[Telephone rings]

Sam: Excuse me for a second. Hello?

Amanda: Oh, thank God you're there.

Sam: Yeah, well, where else would I be?

Amanda: I have had the worst morning of my life.

Sam: Why? What happened?

Amanda: Daddy hated the Hudson interview. He wants me to redo the whole thing.

Sam: Oh, no.

Amanda: I have to get it done before I leave for Chicago and I still have to try to find time this afternoon to do the Felicia interview.

Sam: Oh, no.

Amanda: So don't expect me home for dinner. I can't help it, hon.

Sam: I know you can't help it, I'm not saying that. What I'm saying--

Amanda: I'm probably just gonna get this stuff done in the nick of time. I can't even think straight right now.

Sam: Amanda, wait a second. Just take a deep breath, ok? We're gonna get through this.

Amanda: I don't know how. I'm going to be in Chicago for a couple of days. I haven't even checked into who's gonna help you. I mean, I know Caroline wants these sketches of yours by tomorrow.

Sam: Amanda, don't worry about me, ok?

Amanda: I do, I worry about both of us.

Sam: Amanda, just slow down. I think maybe--

Amanda: You know, I can't even ask Grandma or mom to watch Alli. I don't even know what we're going to do.

Sam: Amanda, do you believe in miracles?

Amanda: Come on, Sam, be serious.

Sam: I am serious. I think I just might have the answer.

Vicky: Mom looked tired.

Michael: Well, your mom is tired. She sat up with you all night long. Jamie and I finally convinced her to go upstairs and get a little sleep.

Vicky: Oh, Marley.

Michael: Marley? Marley's fine. I think Marley is gonna have some good news for you, but I'm gonna let her tell you herself.

Vicky: Ok.

Michael: Your mom's gonna call her and tell her about you. I think for now you ought to get a little rest.

Vicky: I really don't want any more rest.

Michael: Had enough of that, have you?

Vicky: Hmm. Jamie?

Michael: I imagine that Jamie will be along any minute.

Vicky: I hope so.

Michael: He never left your side, you know.

Vicky: Really?

Michael: Yeah. Wouldn't even let the nurses change your I.V. tube, he wanted to do that himself.

Vicky: He took good care of me?

Michael: Young lady, you have gotten care above and beyond the call of duty.

Vicky: I fell. I fell.

Michael: Hey, do you want to talk about this now? Are you sure?

Vicky: Yeah, I want to talk about it.

Michael: Ok. You were at Tops, do you remember that?

Vicky: Yeah, yeah. I was with Lisa.

Michael: Right. You and Lisa were arguing.

Vicky: I fell then--I fell down--

Michael: Honey, let's not talk about this now, ok? Let's not talk about this now.

Vicky: I don't blame her. I donít.

Michael: Ok. Well, good. Now will you please get some rest, huh?

Vicky: You look like you need some rest.

Michael: Well--well, touchť.

Vicky: Are you growing a beard?

Michael: Am I growing a beard? Why, don't you think the father of the bride should have a beard?

Vicky: Oh, I'm going to be a bride.

Michael: You are going to be the most beautiful bride anybody ever saw. But first we want you to get your strength back, ok?

Vicky: Mikey...Mikey.

Michael: Mikey--Mikey's fine.

Vicky: I want to see him.

Michael: Well, I think that can be arranged. But you sleep now.

Iris: It's not that bad.

Michael: Well, it looks that bad. It's starting to swell. I think we better get some ice.

Iris: You're going to make a wonderful father someday, Michael Garrison. So sweet.

Iris: Michael? I heard the good news about Vicky; I'm very pleased for you.

Michael: Thank you.

Iris: She wasn't out of my thoughts for a moment. Neither were you.

Michael: Iris, about the other day.

Iris: It's not necessary.

Michael: Yes, it is necessary. You were a lot more caring than I expected. I'm sorry.

Iris: Have you decided?

Michael: Decided what?

Iris: To tell Donna... about us?

Michael: Iris, look, I really don't want to talk about this here or now.

Iris: You didn't say anything, did you?

Michael: I didn't have the time, Iris, or the opportunity.

Iris: It must be so exhausting for you having to shield it like that all the time.

Michael: Iris, please.

Iris: Do you think there ever will be a good time to tell Donna what is between us?

Michael: Was. Was, Iris.

Iris: I don't believe that.

Michael: Iris, what you and I had is long since dead. Dead.

Iris: I want to ask--I need your help. I think you owe me that at least.

Michael: Wait a minute, I owe you?

Iris: Yes. You owe me.

Michael: Iris, if I ever decide to do something for you, it will be because I want to, not because I owe you a thing.

Amanda: Hey, honey, I got the rewrite done so I thought that I'd come home...

Sam: Amanda, I thought you were gonna be gone until after--

Amanda: After dinner.

Sam: Yeah. I'd like you to meet the miracle. Actually, this is Justine Collins.

Justine: I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs. Fowler.

Amanda: Right. So how do you know Sam?

Justine: I didnít. I just stopped by to tell him how much I admire his work and then I heard the baby crying and things were such a mess, so...

Amanda: Do you baby-sit often?

Sam: She's the oldest of 6 kids. She's real experienced.

Amanda: Oh, so you're a professional babysitter?

Justine: No, I'm an art student.

Sam: But she's real good. I kind of told that her that I'd like to hire her full-time to help with Alli.

Justine: I can manage the house, too.

Amanda: I see. Would it be ok if we were to call you back on that?

Justine: Sure. I gave Sam my number. Bye-bye, Alli.

[Alli coos] It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Fowler. Thanks, Sam.

Amanda: What was she thanking you for?

Sam: Beats me. So what do you think?

Amanda: What do I think? Why didn't you tell me about her?

Sam: Because I wanted to surprise you.

Amanda: Oh, you did.

Sam: Amanda, she is a great babysitter. She was fantastic with Alli.

Amanda: Uh-huh.

Sam: Besides that fact, she's available 4 times a week and I know we can afford it.

Amanda: Well, she seems very nice. She's good with Alli. She's beautiful. It's out of the question.

Vicky: Hi.

Jamie: Hi. How do you feel?

Vicky: Oh...happy now that you're here.

Jamie: I was pretty worried about you.

Vicky: I'm doing much better.

Jamie: Are you sure?

Vicky: Mm-hmm. Especially now that you're with me.

Jamie: I'll always be with you. You were smiling just like that in your sleep.

Vicky: Oh...that's because I had a good dream.

Jamie: What was it?

Vicky: I can't exactly remember what the first one was. But then I had an even better dream.

Jamie: What was it about?

Vicky: I dreamed you told me that you loved me.

Jamie: Vicky... that was no dream.

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