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Another World Transcript Friday 1/14/05

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Singers: Single heart

Singer: Single heart

Singers: Looking for another single heart

Singer: Single heart

Singers: Looking for another ooh ooh

Singer: Looking for another single heart

[Sam hums]

Amanda: What a blur.

Sam: What?

Amanda: Doing the research on this article.

Sam: The one on the video dating service?

Amanda: Yeah. You know, I realized I was never single. I mean, I went right from my father's house to yours.

Sam: Ours.

Amanda: Ours -- right. What I mean is I never really lived on my own. You know, I was never solely responsible for myself.

Sam: It's no big deal.

Amanda: You are not a woman.

Sam: You noticed!

Amanda: You know, single women are not just out to bag a husband.

Sam: What, they aren't?

Amanda: No!

Sam: Well, God, there go all my childhood illusions. Huh.

Amanda: Women have their choice nowadays. I mean, they can be married and something else, or they don't even have to be married at all. It's not like they have to be June Cleaver or something.

Sam: Now, wait a second. I happen to like June cleaver. She's the only woman I know who does housework in a long-sleeve white blouse.

Amanda: You have a daughter and you'd better think about this.

Sam: I guess.

Amanda: I mean, I don't want Alli to do what I did. I'm happy. I'm happy. I just want Alli to have time on her own, you know, figure out what she really wants.

Sam: What do single women want?

Amanda: Well, let's see. We know enough of them. Wonder what they'd say.

Sharlene: I want a man.

Sam: See?

Amanda: Let her talk.

Sharlene: But not just a husband. A father for my child. I've raised her all on my own, and it's been tough, but I never thought that I wanted it any other way. Now she's almost grown, and all of a sudden, I look at her and I think of what she's missed -- someone else to talk to when I'm angry or I'm too busy, another point of view, another pair of arms. I don't know why I'm thinking about this right now. I donít. Is it because I've missed it, too?

Lisa: I want an equal. If I can't have that, I'd rather be alone. My mother got married when she was 21 and had me when she was 23. How can anyone have a baby when they're 23? You're still a baby when you're 23.

Sam: Hear that?

Amanda: She doesn't know. She doesn't know how great it could be.

Lisa: I didn't know who I was when I fell in love. And then it was simple. I was the girl who loved Jamie. You know, I actually decorated my apartment to his taste, bought all the music he liked. It was easier than figuring out what I liked. Then he left. Does anyone want a collection of Motown records?

Liz: I often wish I had a person to share special times with, especially the holidays.

Sam: Sometimes you just don't have a choice about being alone.

Amanda: You know, I never think of Aunt Liz like that. She's always just Aunt Liz.

Liz: You really notice at the holidays the world is full of couples, but the rest of the time -- Will Matthews came to the door of my mother's house with a gardenia in his hand every Saturday night for two years. We went to all the smart spots in Chicago. And then we got married and I realized I didn't even know him. But we had a good marriage. We raised two children. And when he died, I missed him. I still do.

Josie: I want Prince Charming. Mama thinks that's dangerous. But isn't that what falling in love is all about?

Ada: I wouldn't mind a little romance. I was married four times -- three gems, then a jerk. But three out of four isn't bad. I had my own life when I was married, and I have my own life now that I'm single. But lately, all of a sudden, I've been thinking about this one guy.

Amanda: Grandma!

Sam: What, you thought she didn't even think about that sort of thing?

Ada: His nickname was Sharky, and I was crazy about him. But I played hard to get. He said, "no, thanks," and I figured that was that, because that's how I am. You take what you get and you make the best of it. He had dark, wavy hair and the greatest eyes.

Oh, those eyes. My daughter, Rachel, the dreamer, she says I should call him up. That's how it is when you're my age and single. Your children nag you to call some guy for a date. I wonder what my life would have been if I hadn't been hard to get.

Amanda: Go for it, grandma.

Sam: Men don't like pushy women.

Amanda: I went after you, and you loved it.

Sam: Go for it, grandma.

Ada: You take what you get.

Stacey: I want a baby. I keep hearing that faint ticking of the biological clock somewhere off in the distance. Oh, that means I need to find a man. Well, given my options, I'd rather love the father of my baby. But then I didn't before, and -- well, I'm prepared to wait. I mean, after all, I have a good career and I can support myself.

Iris: I want to be adored, just the way my daddy adored me when I was a little girl. Now, don't go making all those Freudian analogies. I've always been very open about the way I feel about my daddy. Oh, when I was a little girl, I was loved just for me. And then I became a young woman and I realized I was a great catch. Anyway, I got married a lot, always to men who didn't seem to want anything from me. Huh. Well, not always. Anyway, I guess I'd reached that point in my life where I didn't think I needed a man anymore. And then I met someone. It was on the French Riviera. He was charming and arrogant. But underneath that he was so warm and gentle. He asked me to marry him. But the marriage never happened. At least it hasn't happened yet.

Amanda: Listen to this.

Sam: What?

Amanda: It says here that infatuation is one of the biggest threats to the single woman.

Sam: What?

Amanda: Look, "infatuation, an extravagant or all-absorbing passion or irrational desire releases in the brain of the infatuated person a substance called phenyl-- phenyl ethylamine."

Sam: Come on.

Amanda: Well, it's true. That's what it says. I mean, it's an actual, natural, drug-induced high in the brain of the person that's infatuated, and as soon as the infatuation ends, there's an actual withdrawal period.

Sam: Well, yeah, that's no news.

Amanda: Well, it's news to me.

Sam: Well, come on, the Supremes sing all about it. How's that go? Love is like an itchin' in my heart and, baby, I can't scratch it

Amanda: This book isn't about love. It's about losing control.

Sam: Amanda, I think you're taking this research just a little too seriously.

Amanda: Do you know Courtney?

Sam: The cop? Yeah, I know her.

Amanda: Boy, did she have a tough time. She had all these plans. She was going to be a lawyer, independently wealthy by the time she was 30.

Sam: Sounds like a good plan to me.

Amanda: Yeah, I guess it was -- until she met Gregory. He was the tormented type, you know?

Sam: I know. Oh, man, do I know.

Amanda: He wanted to be a novelist. He must have brought out some kind of mother thing in Courtney. She took one look at him and fell hook, line, and sinker.

Sam: Infatuation. It's crazy.

Amanda: Forget law school, forget what she wanted. She'd put up with anything from this guy.

Amanda: He wanted someone to take care of him. She put him on a macrobiotic diet and cooked all his food. Then he got tired of feeling nurtured and loved, decided he'd be a better writer if he had more adventure in his life. So --

Sam: Don't tell me. She took up bullfighting.

Amanda: Hmm, mountain climbing.

Sam: That phenyl stuff must have been working overtime.

Amanda: He wanted her to be more available, so she dropped out of school.

Sam: I don't think you're going to tell me they were blissfully happy.

Amanda: He said he needed space, he needed to find himself.

Sam: Well, did he?

Amanda: Yeah. Courtney found him, too -- in another woman's apartment.

Sam: What happened to Courtney?

Amanda: Oh, the rest is history.

Sam: Now, all men aren't jerks.

Amanda: No, I wasn't saying that. I'm just saying that infatuation can lead you to try and change who you are and that it's more prevalent in single women than it is in single men.

Sam: No, now, I don't know about that.

Amanda: Why would you say that?

Sam: Well, I know a single man who is very infatuated with you.

Amanda: Oh? Who's that?

Sam: You know who. Evan.

Amanda: I wonder if he knows Lisa.

Sam: Amanda, he's interested in you.

Amanda: Oh, come on, that's just silly. Watch!

Sam: Oh, sorry.

Amanda: Besides, men do not get infatuated like that.

Sam: Why not?

Amanda: Because of the 1950s.

Sam: Excuse me?

Amanda: We're all a product of it. Look. Where is that? It's right here. "Women accepted the institution of marriage and its parameters with less questions in the 1950s." Would have been a lot easier for me to fix up Evan and Lisa in the 1950s.

Sam: Now, you're not going to go fixing him up with Lisa, are you?

Amanda: A lot easier.

["I love Lucy" theme plays]

[Music stops]

Lisa: Let's see.

Lisa: Perfect.

[Music plays]

[Doorbell rings]

Evan: Lisa?

Lisa: Evan.

Singer: Chances are

[Canned laughter]

Evan: These are for you.

Lisa: Thank you. Won't you come in?

Evan: Thank you. Gosh. Amanda didn't tell me you had such a nice place.

[Canned laughter]

Evan: Is all this furniture yours?

Lisa: Don't you like it?

Evan: No, I like it. Why didn't you want to live at home?

Lisa: Oh, I'd love to live at home, but my parents are dead -- an automobile accident.

Evan: Oh, great. No. I mean, I'm sorry.

[Canned laughter]

Lisa: Won't you sit down? I made some canapťs.

Evan: Good. I'm starving. I had to take an early lunch today at work.

Singer: Chances are you think my heart's your valentine

Lisa: So tell me about your job.

Evan: I work at Cory Publishing.

Lisa: Is that how you know Amanda?

Evan: See, Amanda comes in from time to time to visit her father on the way to a tennis lesson or something.

Lisa: I see.

[Canned laughter]

Evan: It's a good job and a good firm, and I'm secure in my position there, and I have some direction in my life.

Lisa: How wonderful that you know that and you're only 23.

Evan: Gosh, I'll be 24 in August, and I'm not married yet.

Lisa: Aren't you seeing anybody?

Evan: No one that I would marry, if you know what I mean.

[Canned laughter]

Lisa: I'm not sure I do.

Evan: Well, I've been seeing some other girls, and they have their own place, but it's for different reasons.

Lisa: Oh? You mean their parents didn't die?

Evan: Right. So I hear you have a job, Lisa.

Lisa: Oh, well, I have sort of a public-service job, but I really hate it.

Evan: Well, a girl like you wouldn't have to work her whole life.

Lisa: Not if she met Mr. Right.

Evan: Gosh, when I marry, it's going to be for life.

Lisa: Me, too.

Evan: Don't tell anyone this --

Lisa: What?

Evan: But a cousin of mine is getting divorced.

Lisa: No.

[Canned laughter]

Evan: Didn't meet the right girl.

Lisa: I'd better check the casserole. I hope you like tuna fish.

Evan: Oh, it's my favorite.

Lisa: Oh, dear.

Evan: What?

Lisa: The oven doesn't seem to be working.

[Canned laughter]

Evan: Why don't I take a look at it for you?

Lisa: Oh, would you?

Evan: I love taking care of a woman.

Lisa: Oh, you're such a gentleman.

Evan: Especially when she is as beautiful as you are.

Lisa: Uh-oh. Shouldn't we wait until we know each other better first?

[Applause]

Amanda: Times have changed.

Sam: Thank goodness.

Amanda: Women aren't so desperate to get married now. They have other options.

Sam: And higher expectations.

Amanda: Maybe I shouldn't introduce Evan and Lisa.

Sam: It's the 1980s. Do it the modern way. Sign them up for video match. Like you said, things are different now.

Amanda: Well, yeah, but are they better?

[Rock music plays]

Evan: Hi.

Lisa: Hi.

Evan: You said on your tape that you like these.

Lisa: I did.

Evan: And when I left the store, I realized that the protective seal had been broken and maybe I should have taken them back.

Lisa: Well, that's ok. I wouldn't eat them anyway. I'm on a diet. So how did we meet each other?

Evan: A friend of my brother saw your video.

Lisa: He did? Who was he?

Evan: He didn't call you. See, he didn't think that you'd be right for him and he thought that maybe we might get along, and I really didn't have time to look at your tape, so I just went on what he said and I came over -- and maybe it wasn't your tape.

Lisa: Well, that's rather vague. Didn't I answer your personal ad?

Evan: "Successful man looking for a successful woman, not easily intimidated"?

Lisa: No, I didnít.

Evan: Well, then maybe it wasn't your tape. Maybe I did answer your ad.

Lisa: I'm "paralegal, aspiring judge, looking for sensitive man with backbone."

Evan: No.

Lisa: How did you get here?

Evan: Would you like me to leave?

Lisa: You don't smoke, do you? That's a no go.

Evan: No.

Lisa: Any history of disease?

Evan: Well, I have an uncle without an M.B.A.

Lisa: He went to college, didn't he?

Evan: Sure.

Lisa: Ok, I guess we can go.

Evan: Go?

Lisa: You're not looking for home cooking, I hope?

Evan: No. I just thought that maybe we could sit here and relax --

Lisa: I made a reservation for us at Tops for 7:00.

Evan: Do you always eat that early?

Lisa: Well, I have to get back. I have a conference call in the morning.

Evan: You know, actually, that's perfect for me. I have a racquetball game scheduled at 7:00 A.M. With a client.

Lisa: Then I guess we should go.

Evan: Lisa?

Lisa: Yes?

Singer: A thousand miles away if you've hurt me I haven't shown it

Evan: That was good for me.

Lisa: Me, too. You do practice safe sex?

Evan: Absolutely. Who's going to drive?

Lisa: How many miles per gallon does your car get in the city?

Evan: 18.

Lisa: You drive. Let's go.

Singer: We got the ways no one needs to show us how

Amanda: Well, I sure hope the situation gets better by the year 2000. That'll be about when she starts dating.

Sam: Well, not if I have anything to say about that.

Amanda: You wonít.

Sam: Oh. Oh. Ooh! Ooh!

Amanda: Sam?

Sam: Amanda, look, I really should get this done, ok?

Amanda: Ok.

Sam: All right, what?

Amanda: "What" what?

Sam: "What were you going to say" what?

Amanda: Oh, I was just going to tell you the biggest fear that single women face. But that's all right. I don't want to bother you. Go ahead back to work.

Sam: Oh. Ooh!

Sam: All right, security, huh?

Amanda: Nope.

Sam: Fear of being alone?

Amanda: Nope.

Sam: Well, then, what is it?

Amanda: It says here that even strong women can get a sense of inadequacy if they've been single for too long. I mean, they start to think that there's something wrong with them. The easiest thing for them to do is to blame their bodies or their looks.

Sam: Well, come on, Amanda, that's quite a generalization.

Amanda: Why?

Sam: Well, look, are you telling me that a woman like Iris doesn't like the way she looks?

Amanda: I wonder.

Iris: Oh. Come over here. Yes, I mean you. I want to show you something frightening. This oversized satchel is what I lovingly call my touchup kit. One hour in the morning, 10 or 15 minutes between courses, and, voila, the natural look -- but there's nothing natural about it. It's the illusion of perfection. Men adore the illusion of perfection. None of my husbands or lovers have ever seen me without makeup -- never, ever, ever, ever. You see, I crave perfection. But let's face it, it's because I honestly think I deserve it. Now, this is the makeup bag of a perfection addict. As you'll see, concealer -- couldn't live without it. Eyelashes. Lipstick, all-day lipstick. Eye cream for creases, more concealer for laugh lines there, the perfect mask. Men are so lucky. They age so much more gracefully than women. But I don't mind. I intend to have cosmetic surgery.

Ada: What?

Iris: Oh, Ada! I didn't know you were here.

Ada: I'm not! I can't help it if Amandaís thinking about us.

Iris: Oh, then this is a philosophical discussion.

Ada: Whatever. How come you're thinking about a facelift?

Iris: To make me even more beautiful than I already am.

Ada: How could you be more beautiful?

Iris: Oh, a compliment from you, Ada?

Ada: Just because I can't stand you doesn't mean that I can't see you're a beautiful woman.

Iris: You call them as you see them, don't you?

Ada: We are what we are.

Iris: Oh, Ada. I found a telephone number by the phone with a name on it -- or at least I think it was a name. It said "Sharky," and it had your handwriting on it.

Ada: So?

Iris: So, I've never heard you mention called Sharky.

Ada: He's from a long time ago.

Iris: Oh, a beau?

Ada: Sort of.

Iris: Oh, Ada, I'm surprised.

Ada: Don't be. It's just a phone number.

Iris: Oh, Ada, don't give up. I know I'm the last person in the world you would take advice from, but there's a poem -- "of all sad words of pen or tongue, these are the saddest -- it might never have been." I suppose I've taken so many chances in my life, but, you, Ada, you -- you haven't taken enough.

Ada: What are you doing?

Iris: You can leave if you want. Hello. Is this Sharky? Oh, really? No, I'm ringing for somebody else. Ada. Ada Lucas. Lucas. L-u-c-a-s. Yes. She'd like to talk to you.

Ada: Hi, Sharky, it's me. Oh, that? That was my secretary. Yes, it has been, a long, long time. 

[Music plays]

Singer: No one to blame we're leaving ground

Singers: Leaving ground

Singer: Will things ever be the same again? It's the final countdown the final countdown

Singers: Single heart

Singer: Single heart

Singers: Looking for another ooh

Man: I wonder what's under that suit she's wearing.

Second man: You can have my stool. I'm just leaving.

Stacey: Oh, thank you.

Man: She looks too in control. I get bossed around enough at work.

Stacey: Thanks. Oh -- oh, sorry. Excuse me.

Man: No problem. Not bad. I think I'll wait around for something a little better.

Bartender: What'll it be? She looks good. Wonder why she's alone.

Stacey: I think a vodka and tonic, please.

Bartender: Coming right up. Must be something wrong with her.

Man: She reminds me of my ex. We'd never get along.

Stacey: Bartender, could you have my drink brought over to the table, please?

Bartender: Sure, no problem. Pushy broad.

Singer: You take my breath away

Stacey: Hi. I have a reservation. The name is Winthrop.

Maitre d': Oh, yes, the party of one.

[Music stops]

Stacey: Yeah, that's right.

Maitre d': Table for one, right this way.

Waiter: Madam, dining alone this evening?

Stacey: That's right.

Waiter: Very good.

Stacey: Well, thank you.

Waiter: No wonder why she's belting down the booze.

Stacey: Now, just a minute.

Waiter: Yes, ma'am?

Stacey: I'd like to have the rack of lamb, please.

Waiter: I'm sorry. That's only served for two.

Sam: Eating alone can be such a drag.

Amanda: Being alone can be a drag. That's why people fight it.

Sam: So what do you think? Do people -- couples -- do they get involved because they want to or because they're expected to? Well, I mean -- I mean, if you think about it, a relationship, working on a relationship is really hard. I mean, why not just avoid it altogether?

Amanda: Thanks a lot!

Sam: I don't mean us.

Sharlene: I canít. I just canít.

John: Sharlene --

Sharlene: Josie.

Josie: You were kissing him.

Sharlene: I know, but I stopped. I always do.

Josie: I don't care if you kiss John. I just don't understand why you don't want me to do anything.

Sharlene: It's different when you're young, Josie.

Josie: Why?

Sharlene: Oh, Josie, sex is so powerful. It's like scratching an itch that you've had for years, honey. It can make something ordinary seem like love. It can make you do all kinds of things that you'll regret.

Josie: I wouldn't regret having sex with Matthew.

Sharlene: All right, what if you did have sex with Matthew and he didn't turn out to be the one?

Josie: He's the one right now.

Sharlene: And how many right-nows would there be before you --

Josie: There is no in between with you. I'm either a virgin or a tramp.

Sharlene: No, you are not a tramp. You could never be a tramp.

Josie: I know that, Mama.

Sharlene: Sweetheart --

Josie: And Matthew knows it, too.

Sharlene: Men have this perfect idea of the woman that they want to marry.

Josie: Do you think John thinks that?

Sharlene: No, I donít.

Josie: Then why do you stop kissing him? He'd love you no matter what.

Sharlene: I have to go back.

Josie: What's really bothering you, Mama? Mama?

John: You must have really wanted this coffee.

Sharlene: I never expected to meet anyone like you.

John: Yeah, guys like me, we only come along once in a while.

Sharlene: I'm serious.

John: Ok.

Sharlene: I never thought I'd have a man in my life ever again.

John: Why?

Sharlene: My past.

John: Come on, Sharlene, do you really think that I care about all that stuff?

Sharlene: Well, you mean someone told you?

John: About Russ Matthews? Sure, I know that marriage didn't work out.

Liz: A woman has a responsibility when she's single and looking. It's not just one life you can ruin. It's two. You haven't told him, have you, just as you didn't tell Russ. Are you going to let him find it out by himself? Your daughter's a lot like Russ, quiet and good. He believes the best about you.

Sharlene: I would never hurt John.

Liz: Just like you never hurt Russ?

John: So it didn't work out. Who cares? At least you tried. I ran away for 20 years.

Sharlene: I wasn't talking about Russ, at least not in the way you think. John, there was a time in my life when I was so lonely --

John: After your husband, your first husband?

Sharlene: That the only way that I could feel alive was if I was with some man. And I wasn't what you'd call selective.

John: I guess we've both been through the war. Haven't we?

John: That's history, Sharlene, and history was never a very good subject of mine, so all you need to know is that I care very much for you.

Sharlene: Oh, John.

John: All that really matters is what we feel right now.

Sharlene: Oh, lord. I hope you're right.

Evan: Hi. Whoa. Do you always look that good when you're just working?

Sam: Only when I'm around.

Evan: Hi, Sam. Now, Marilyn down in research, she marked everything that might help you with this article.

Amanda: Oh, good. I hope there's something in here about women that relationships after a long dry spell, like emotional baggage that they take with them.

Evan: This is one. Take a look at that book. Well, I better be going.

Amanda: Oh, you don't have to leave -- unless you have something to do.

Evan: No. I was just going home.

Amanda: Oh, good, you can stay, help me with my research. I've been bugging Sam all day, and he really wants to work.

Sam: I didn't mind.

Amanda: Do you want something to drink?

Evan: Fine.

Sam: Beer ok?

Amanda: Ok. Huh. You know, it says in here that men are more honest about their memories in the past.

Sam: I'll agree with that. Here you go.

Evan: Thank you.

Amanda: The problem with women is that they romanticize.

Sam: I'll agree with that, too. What do you think, Evan?

Evan: Sure.

Amanda: You know, we're thinking about the single women that we know. I wonder if we can make a generalization like that.

Lisa: The first kiss, when your noses bump -- talk about being nervous.

Iris: Waiting for the phone to ring, willing it to ring, and it never does.

Ada: Hearing it's over, sobbing, because you had no idea.

Courtney: Feeling safe for the first time in your life.

Josie: Someone to talk to.

Ada: Meeting the wrong man, knowing he's the wrong man, and sticking around anyway.

Stacey: Coming home at dawn and heading straight into the office. Having fun for the first time.

Sharlene: Not being allowed to say goodbye, not having a chance, losing, crying alone in the middle of the night.

Ada: The one man that you think about late at night, when everything is quiet.

Iris: The affair you had to end.

Lisa: The first dance in high heels.

Liz: The man who's too good.

Josie: A prince.

Ada: A man.

Iris: His face when you tell him you're carrying his child.

Sharlene: Knowing what it is to feel like a woman.

Ada: You never forget.

Stacey: Never.

Iris: Never.

Man: And even though I was only a seventh-round draft choice, they still said I'd get plenty of chances to -- can I order you another drink?

Courtney: Maybe some strong black coffee. No, thanks. One is my limit.

Man: You know, my cousin kept telling me how he was working with this great-looking lady. Sure glad he gave me your number.

Courtney: Oh, me, too. The next time I see that turkey, I'm going to tell him to keep his family to himself.

Man: I've been talking a lot about myself.

Courtney: Oh, no. I haven't been this bored since geography class in the fifth grade.

Man: So how long you been with the police department?

Courtney: He's trying to find out how old I am. Seven years.

Man: A long time.

Courtney: I guess. That's right, idiot. Do the math.

Man: Well, you look fantastic.

Courtney: I'm too old for him. Thanks.

Man: Oh, I wouldn't mind being busted if the cop looked like you.

Courtney: Oh, you devil. I wouldn't mind it, either. I could put him in solitary.

Man: I'll bet you never expected to meet a big-league football player on a blind date.

Courtney: Oh, just lucky, I guess. Big deal, the man gets his kicks chasing a ball around and patting his teammates on the butt.

Man: I sure wish I didn't have to catch that plane to Seattle.

Courtney: Oh, me, too. Please let the weather hold.

Man: Can I call you when I get back?

Courtney: Come on, girl; tell him you're not interested. Sure. I'll be waiting.

John: I sure wish I didn't have to go.

Sharlene: Me, too, but Josieís going to be home soon, and we can't --

John: Yeah, I know, I understand.

Sharlene: Do you?

Sharlene: Mmm. You better go before I start begging you to stay, John.

John: You make it awfully hard to go.

Sharlene: Go. Go.

Sharlene: What are you doing here?

Iris: I came to see Jason.

Sharlene: He's not here.

Iris: Well, I realize that, but the door was open.

Sharlene: And how long have you been there, Iris?

Iris: Long enough to have heard you lying to John.

Sharlene: I wasn't lying to him.

Iris: Oh, come on. What you described was a brief period of promiscuity after a tragic loss. We both know that was hardly the case.

Sharlene: It was after Floyd died.

Iris: Oh, I wasn't referring to that part of the story.

Sharlene: So, you've heard the gossip.

Iris: Liz and I were very good friends.

Sharlene: It wasn't Rachel?

Iris: No. I didn't know Rachel knew.

Sharlene: All the Cory's know.

Iris: Well, that's going to be pretty dangerous for you. I mean, Matt and Josie are so close. I wonder what'll happen if she finds out what you were.

Sharlene: That's why I didn't want them to become friends.

Iris: Well, maybe she'll understand. But forget it. A daughter would never forgive her mother for being --

Sharlene: I was scared, Iris! I was all alone! I didn't start out taking money.

Iris: But then it got easier and easier.

Sharlene: Well, that's something you should know all about.

Iris: I have never in my life --

Sharlene: There are all kinds of whores, lady. At least I'm ashamed of what I've done.

Iris: I think I'll leave.

Sharlene: Just tell me what you have in mind, Iris.

Iris: In mind?

Sharlene: Are you planning to tell John about me? Iris?

Ada: "To Ada. You will always be a dish. Love, Sharky. A "dish." A --

[Doorbell rings]

Ada: I'll get it, Vivien! I'll get it!

Ada: Sharky? Is it really you?

Sharky: Ada. Ada, Ada, Ada, Ada. I don't know what made you call me, but I'm sure glad you did. You haven't changed a bit.

Sharlene: What's hard is figuring out the difference between love and gratitude. I have always wanted to stand on my own two feet. I still do. But now I want someone standing beside me.

Lisa: Jamie was my definition. So now that's gone. So, fine. The next man I'm with will have to take me as I am -- if there is a next man. I wish that didn't bother me as much as it does.

Liz: My daughter Susan is a lovely girl, but she thinks she knows everything. She's divorced now, and she thinks this makes this bond between us; we're both lonely and miserable. Well, I'll tell you something, some of the loneliest times of my life were when I was married. Single life has its highs and its lows, but if you think being married is any guarantee against unhappiness, you are wrong.

Stacey: It would be nice to have a man in my life, but I can deal without one. But if I thought that I was never going to have a baby, never to feel that warmth again, or to hold that little hand in mine -- well, I really can't think about that now. But I do want to have a baby.

Ada: Sometimes your memories aren't the same as reality. You can never know what might have been. It's hard to start at the end when you didn't live the time in between. But it's never too late to try, right?

Iris: I've never been one to let a little obstacle stand in my way. Oh, the way I felt about him. I haven't felt that way since -- no. He's the man I've been looking for forever. And this time next year, I intend to be his wife.

Amanda: So what do you think?

Evan: I think it's good for as far as it goes.

Amanda: "As far as it goes"?

Evan: Single men.

Amanda: I'm getting to them.

Evan: Well, great, because I can definitely tell you what they want.

Singers: Single heart

Singer: Single heart

Singers: Looking for another single heart

Singer: Single heart

Singers: Looking for another, ooh

Ooh, does that mean I should mind my own business?

John: Yes.

Vicky: Ok, I'll just say one more thing. I really like her, and I would like it if you were -- would invite her to my wedding. That's all I'll say. Bye.

Woman: Hi.

John: Hello.

Woman: Mind if I sit down? So, what do you say?

John: What do I say? Uh -- I say I think that there's a mistake here.

Woman: Let's clear it up. My place or yours?

Sharlene: John?

Woman: Sorry, honey. Good luck.

Sharlene: Well. What was that all about? Who is she?

John: I don't know who she is, but I think I've got an idea what she is. The polite term is a "strolling hostess."

Sharlene: Oh. She's -- she's a prostitute?

John: Upscale, sure, but, yeah, a prostitute nonetheless. Seen enough of them to know the signs.

Sharlene: How? What -- what signs?

John: Oh, easygoing, eager to please, too eager to please. Yeah, it's really weird, isn't it? Somebody who's as beautiful as she is with so little self-respect.

Sharlene: How do you know she doesn't have any self-respect?

John: Come on, Sharlene, she's turning tricks.

Sharlene: Well, maybe she doesn't have any other choice.

John: Well, maybe.

Sharlene: I -- I read that most women don't decide to become prostitutes. It happens to them for -- for a reason.

John: You might be right, but I think there's always a choice.

Sharlene: Let's change the subject.

John: All right. What do you think about weddings?

Sharlene: What do you mean?

John: I mean, do you like them or hate them?

Sharlene: John --

John: Would you like to go to Vickyís wedding with me?

Sharlene: Yes. Sure.

John: It's not for a week or so, so why don't we dance until then.

Sharlene: Good.

Josie: Hi.

Matt: Josie, hi.

Lisa: Hi.

Josie: I hope I'm not too early.

Lisa: No, not too early for Matt. He's been trying to get out of here for the last half-hour.

Matt: That's not true.

Lisa: It is so.

Matt: Well --

Josie: You look really pretty, Lisa.

Lisa: Thank you. So do you.

Matt: Lisa always looks great.

[French accent] Hey, madam, may I take your coat?

Josie: Oh, no, no. I got a chill walking over here.

Matt: [Normal voice] Oh. Well, listen, why don't I go around, pick up the car, and meet you out in front?

Josie: Ok.

Matt: All right. I will see you next time.

Lisa: Ok.

[Matt whistles]

Josie: I'm auditing a class this semester.

Lisa: Matt told me. That's great.

Josie: You and Matt study a lot together.

Lisa: I do the studying. He's in charge of breaks. I'm surprised he gets such good grades.

Josie: Well, I guess he's just -- he's naturally smart.

Lisa: I guess so.

Josie: You like him a lot, don't you?

Lisa: Yeah. I always have. You know, for a kid his age, Matt's very sensitive.

Josie: I know.

Lisa: You're very lucky.

Josie: I know that, too. Um I just -- I better get going. He's probably out front.

Lisa: Ok.

Josie: Don't study too hard.

Lisa: Thanks.

Josie: Donít.

Matt: Josie --

Josie: Matthew, please. Just -- just hold me. Kiss me.

Josie: It's ok. Mom's out with John. She's not going to be home till late. Please, Matthew, please? I -- I don't want you to stop.

Matt: Josie, I don't want to stop. God, not ever.

Matt: You sure?

Josie: Matthew, yes, I'm sure.

Sharlene: That was a wonderful night.

John: Yeah, except it was a little too short.

Sharlene: Oh, well, it was a real treat for me. Dinner so late.

John: Late suits you.

John: Sharlene, what's wrong?

Sharlene: Nothing.

John: What do you mean, nothing? I mean, one minute you're with me, the next minute --

Sharlene: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

John: It's all right. No, don't apologize. It's ok.

Sharlene: I think maybe I better go in.

John: Ok. Good night.

Sharlene: Good night.

[Music plays]

Sharlene: Josie.

Josie: Mama!

Matt: Ms. Watts.

Sharlene: What in the world is going on here? This is our home. What do you think you're doing?

Matt: I'd better go.

Sharlene: I think that's a very good idea.

Singer: Gimme your love

Singers: Give me your love give me your gimme your love

Jake: There you go. You sure you're all right?

Vicky: Oh, I'm sorry to be such a pain. I'm just a little busy. I didn't want to be by myself.

Jake: You're not a pain. You can't be a pain.

Vicky: Oh.

Jake: Answer my question -- are you all right?

Vicky: Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Jake: Lay down. Only you would go out on the night that you got out of the hospital.

Vicky: Oh, don't be a nag. Where's Marley?

Jake: She went to call the doctor.

Vicky: No, no, tell her not to worry, and please don't tell Jamie.

Jake: Lie down.

Vicky: Fine. What's this?

Jake: I think Marley did some shopping for you.

Vicky: It's so little.

Jake: Yeah. Look at the feet.

Vicky: Would you please go get Marley and tell her to stop worrying?

Jake: Ok, I'll be right back. You rest, ok?

Vicky: Yeah.

Jake: What are you doing?

Vicky: Something I shouldn't be. So what's new?

Jake: Vicky, you're looking through our stuff!

Vicky: I was worried, and Marley won't tell me anything.

Jake: Well, maybe it's because it's none of your business!

Vicky: She wants to talk, Jake! But she respects your privacy --

Jake: Which you obviously don't, Vic!

Vicky: Don't be mad. What? What is it?

Jake: This has just been so hard on Marley, you know?

Vicky: You, too. You can tell me, Jake. Is the problem with you?

Ronnie: And in your eyes that sparkle can't be disguised true love somehow never dies I thought I knew real love till I met you chased so many rainbows without a clue golden diamond rings and other special things don't quite express just what this feeling brings to those who wait they say good things come and it's never too late when two hearts are one good things come good things come to those who wait

Ronnie: To those who wait

[Cheers]

Zack: Excuse me. Mind if I take a few turns with my little sister?

Rick: No, no, of course not. Sure.

Zack: Thank you.

Julie Ann: I'll take pity on you this time because your girlfriend's singing.

Zack: Looks to me like you're the one who needs the breather.

Julie Ann: Oh, I'm breathing just fine. I don't know -- I'm not faint, am I?

Zack: Julie Ann.

Julie Ann: Zack, I'm having a wonderful time. You don't need to worry about me.

Zack: But I thought you said that he was --

Julie Ann: Listen, he came back, didn't he? I've never felt like this about anyone.

Zack: Yeah, I can see that. Look, just take it easy. Ok?

Julie Ann: Ok.

Rick: Sorry, Zack. Thanks.

Rick: Say, what do you say we go home?

Zack: You about ready?

Ronnie: All finished. Thanks, Eddie.

Eddie: Sure.

Ronnie: See you tomorrow.

Eddie: See you.

Ronnie: So, what have you got in mind?

Zack: Calamari.

Ronnie: Squid?

Zack: Well, obviously, you haven't had it. I know of a great little Italian place that's not too far, and they make the best calamari around.

Ronnie: I didn't know you were Italian.

Zack: There's a lot of things about me you don't know. So, what do you say?

Ronnie: I say maybe you're right. Maybe I am a little too responsible. Maybe it's time I took some chances, tried some squid.

Zack: It's a good start.

Josie: How could you do that to me?

Sharlene: How could I do that to you?

Josie: Embarrass me like that in front of Matthew!

Sharlene: I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

Josie: We were kissing, Mama. Did you really think we never kissed?

Sharlene: What I saw was a whole lot more than kissing, Josie!

Josie: We weren't doing anything wrong!

Sharlene: No, not yet!

Josie: And even if we did do something, Mama, it wouldn't be wrong.

Sharlene: Josie, you don't know what you're talking about! You don't know -- you don't know how easy it is to get taken in!

Josie: Matthew and I care for each other!

Sharlene: Josie, you are too young to make a mistake like that! It could ruin your whole life!

Josie: I'm not going to ruin my life by doing anything with Matthew, Mama.

Sharlene: Oh, you don't know. You were all over him! You were acting like a whore!

Josie: Ma-- Mama --

Sharlene: Oh, Josie, Josie, Josie, don't do it! Don't give yourself away like that! Oh, sweetheart. You don't know -- you don't know how easy it is to go wrong without even knowing Ė

Lisa: You're back.

Matt: Yeah.

Lisa: I'm glad.

Matt: Me, too.

Jake: I know how much you care about Marley.

Vicky: I do. Both of you.

Jake: You know, Vicky, you're -- you're more than just a sister to her. You know that? You're her best friend. Mine, too.

Vicky: Jake, I want to understand.

Jake: Well, it's all in that box right there, kid. All the records -- they all say I might never be a father. Seems like I need medication even to try, you know?

Vicky: Are you --

Jake: Yes, I'm taking medication.

Vicky: Well, does it help? How long have you been taking it?

Jake: A couple months now.

Vicky: And you can't father a child without the medication?

Jake: That's what they tell me.

Vicky: Jake, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

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