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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/30/05

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Rachel: Vivien! How lovely to see you.

Vivien: It is?

Rachel: Of course it is. Our whole house is falling apart without you.

Vivien: Oh, it is? I knew it would be. I'm indispensable, just ask Mrs. Wheeler.

Rachel: Is Iris here?

Vivien: No, she's at the spa. She's up to her eyeballs in mud packs.

Rachel: Good, because I donít want her to know I'm here.

Vivien: You want something.

Rachel: Maybe.

Vivien: Mrs. Cory, I know I used to work for you, but Mrs. Wheeler is my employer now, and I have to be faithful to her.

Rachel: I'm on a special mission, Vivien. And I need your help.

Vivien: It's no secret about you and the boss lady. I know you're not buddies.

Rachel: That's why I'm here. For Mr. Coryís sake, I need to fix things.

Vivien: Go on.

Rachel: I was thinking, I -- I haven't given Iris a housewarming gift since she moved in here. I thought maybe I'd come over and look around and see if anything occurred to me.

Vivien: You mean, like an inspiration or something?

Rachel: Yes. I would love some tea.

Vivien: Oh, that's nice. So would I.

Rachel: Well, why donít you go fix us a pot while I look around?

Vivien: Ok.

Vivien: I'm not a good secret keeper.

Rachel: Not even for a worthy cause?

Vivien: I just know I'm going to regret this. I just know this.

Rachel: Vivien, you're just going to have to trust me.

Vivien: Oh, sure, famous last words.

Rachel: So help me, Iris, if you really are the chief, you're going to regret the day you came back to Bay City.

Evan: Ok, listen, Dustin, let's make a deal. You can kill me, you can do whatever you want, but let Amanda go. I mean, you donít want to kill your wife for the second time, do you?

Dustin: This isnít about Julia.

Amanda: You did kill her, didnít you?

Dustin: It was an accident. It wasn't supposed to happen. All I wanted was her love. Yeah, she pretended to care, but it was a lie.

Amanda: Look, the pain that you're feeling isnít going to go away by killing us, Dustin.

Dustin: She was the most beautiful woman. I could have spent the rest of my life with her. It would have been so perfect. But she didnít love me the way I loved her. It all happened so fast. We were fighting. I -- I hit her.

Amanda: Look, Dustin, let us go, please. For my baby's sake, please.

Dustin: Amanda, I'm sorry. You'd be so easy to love. But Julia taught me that love doesn't exist. The only thing that's real, that lasts is money.

Andrews: Hey.


John: I thought I'd find you here.

Sharlene: Go away, John. Just leave it alone. It's over.

John: What is? Us?

Sharlene: Donít touch me.

John: You can run away from the past, and you can run away from every gossip in this town. But damn it, Sharlene, you cannot run away from me!

Reuben: You're going to shrink the shirt if you keep that up.

Josie: What are you doing here?

Reuben: Me and Matt been looking for you. We came in before, but we didnít see you.

Josie: Yeah, I saw Matt. I hid.

Reuben: Yeah, well, Matt's still looking for you around town. I thought I'd come by here one more time.

Josie: Reuben, I donít want to talk.

Reuben: Ok. All right. I know what that feels like. But, Josie, I just want to say that I'm sorry, all right?

Josie: You didnít do anything.

Reuben: Yes, I did. I showed you that birth certificate, that --

Josie: It doesn't matter.

Reuben: Yes, it does, Josie, because that one says that your father was unknown.

Josie: Look, ok, we both know, right? And you can leave.

Reuben: Josie, donít be that way. I mean, hell, I knew my old man, and I still didnít know him.

Josie: Didnít you hear what my mother said on the stand to everybody? Didnít you hear?

Reuben: Josie --

Josie: She said that she was a -- a prostitute.

Reuben: Will you take it easy, Josie?

Josie: I have all the answers now.

Reuben: Josie, what are you talking about?

Josie: Donít you get it? "Father unknown"?

Reuben: So what?

Josie: My mother changed my birth certificate so I wouldnít find out the truth. That my father -- my father was one of her Johns!

Sharlene: Donít make this any worse than it already is.

John: Then talk to me.

Sharlene: Why? So you can judge me the way Russ did?

John: What's Russ got to do with this?

Sharlene: Donít you know?

John: Is that what happened to your marriage?

Sharlene: Yeah. I'd call it a pretty good reason, wouldnít you?

John: Russ found out that you were --

Sharlene: You canít even say it. I was a prostitute, John. My husband wasn't too thrilled.

John: Well, I'm not Russ.

Sharlene: And I'm not going to go through this again. I've done it before.

John: Look, I want to know what happened.

Sharlene: And I want some peace, and I'm going to have none once the newspapers start coming.

John: Have I done one thing to make you think that I've been judging you?

Sharlene: I'm going to have to get used to the dirty looks and the stares and the gossip all over again.

John: Ignore them.

Sharlene: Right!

John: Give me that.

Sharlene: No!

John: Well, then talk to me. Maybe that'll make you feel better.

Sharlene: Jason would have a fit if he could see this place. It's gone to seed.

John: What do you care what Jason would have thought? Jason tried to tell me about your past the night that he died. You were going to leave town.

Sharlene: And I should have left! Then none of this would be happening, and you could get on with your life.

John: Donít you understand? I donít want to get on with my life if it means being without you.

Sharlene: I have been lying to you from the start!

John: No, you have had selective memory, just like I did.

Sharlene: My past almost ruined my life once before. Not again, John. No way. I'm not going to do it again. I've come too far.

John: Yes, you have.

Sharlene: Listen, I tried to warn you. I tried not to let you get too close to me, but you kept coming back. I could see this coming for a long time.

John: So what do we do now?

Sharlene: We do nothing! I will get by on my own. I always have.

John: Oh, I see. I see. Is that what you called it when you were turning tricks? Getting by?

Sharlene: You -- oh! No, donít touch me!

John: Listen, Sharlene, you can ignore what you're really feeling and you can try to chase me away. But you cannot shut me out, not after all we've been through. Now, you talk to me!

Amanda: Evan, I canít -- I canít go on.

Evan: Yes, you can. Yes, you can. Let's go.

Evan: Come on, Dustin. The game is over. You got everything you want.


Rachel: Oh.

Vivien: Coming through! Yo. Oh, sure, we love crowds.

Rachel: Who was it, Iris?

Vivien: She doesn't buzz, she lives here.

Rachel: Who is it?

Vivien: Mrs. Michael Hudson, downstairs tenant.

Donna: Hello, Vivien. Rachel, what are you doing here?

Rachel: Vivien, how is the tea coming?

Vivien: Brewing.

Rachel: Good. Well, why donít you go and get a cup for Mrs. Hudson?

Vivien: And I will make some hors d'oeuvres, too, because it looks like we're going to have a party.

Rachel: Thanks. Uh -- Donna, I know you are a very good friend of Iris', and I'm going to have to ask you to promise the impossible. I donít want Iris to know that I'm here.

Donna: I promise.

Rachel: That's too easy.

Donna: Iris and I are not close at all. I find her thoroughly reprehensible.

Rachel: Since when?

Donna: Since I found out she might be responsible for the takeover of Cory Publishing last year.

Rachel: You know that?

Donna: I'm the one who told Cass.

Rachel: Did she tell you?

Donna: No, not exactly, but I overheard something. I thought Cass could use it as evidence.

Rachel: So it's true?

Donna: In all likelihood. I wouldnít put anything past that woman.

Rachel: Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. This doesn't make any sense. You and Iris have been thick as thieves since she came back here. What happened? Did you wear the same dress to the same party?

Donna: Hardly.

Rachel: Well, what is it?

Donna: I'm surprised Mac hasn't told you yet.

Rachel: Told me what?

Donna: It seems that Iris and my husband were involved a few years ago, and Iris wonít let go.

Rachel: Iris and Michael had an affair?

Donna: Well, you can hardly call it that. Obviously, it was before we were reunited.

Rachel: Well, that makes a lot of sense. It explains a lot.

Donna: It was nothing. I realize that Michael was involved with a lot of women before -- what do you mean, that explains a lot?

Rachel: Iris and Michael were having lunch at the Pelican Club one day months ago. When I saw them there, I thought it was an odd choice for lunch, but I thought it was even odder that Iris was holding Michaelís hand.

Donna: Was he holding hers?

Rachel: No, I donít think so. She said that he was giving her financial advice.

Donna: That woman has no shame. She's a snake.

Rachel: I just thought Michael was helping.

Donna: Michael has a very generous nature. It's completely over between them, and she wonít give up. It's pathetic.

Rachel: It's interesting.

Donna: She has to be stopped. She's tried everything she could to get into my good graces, and Michaelís too nice to tell her to take a hike.

Rachel: I suppose.

Donna: Rachel --

Rachel: Hmm?

Donna: If Iris is the chief --

Rachel: Mac will be devastated. And he'll never forgive her.

Donna: I think it's our responsibility to expose her for Macís sake, for Michaelís sake. They need to know what kind of a woman she is.

Rachel: Yes, but I need to know if she really is the chief. I need to have some proof that she was trying to destroy Mac.

Donna: How can I help?

Rachel: Why are you here?

Donna: Oh. Well, now that Iris knows that I'm aware of her involvement with Michael, I just like to drop in every once in a while and remind her of how happy we are together.

Rachel: Well, donít enjoy this too much, Donna. If Iris is the chief, a lot of people are going to be hurt by this.

Donna: We have to find some answers. Rachel, you and I are on the same side in this fight.

Reuben: Josie, will you please stop talking about yourself like that? Especially your mother.

Josie: My mother? My mother slept with men for money, Reuben. She admitted it.

Reuben: Josie, maybe she had a reason, all right? Maybe if you would just talk to her --

Josie: No, I canít talk to her.

Reuben: Then maybe you should just listen!

Josie: I did listen. She told me all about who my father was. She just -- she lied. She -- she made the whole thing up.

Reuben: Josie, it sounds to me like your mom was trying to protect you.

Josie: Well, that's the biggest understatement of the year. I had to be perfect and pure because she wasn't. Oh, it makes me sick.

Reuben: Josie -- you know, you donít even know what your mom was going through back then. You know, maybe -- just maybe -- she had to do those things.

Josie: Donít defend her. There's no excuse.

Reuben: You know something, Josie? It's like talking to a brick wall with you. Now, why donít you just go home and talk to your mother, all right? Because she knows you a whole lot better than I do.

Josie: Thanks to her, I donít know who I am anymore. Reuben, promise me you wonít tell Matthew about my birth certificate.

Reuben: Josie --

Josie: Please!

Reuben: All right. All right, I wonít.

Josie: It's over between us anyway. What would he want with some cheap whore's daughter?

Reuben: Josie, will you please stop talking yourself down like that?

Josie: At least I can keep that from him.

Reuben: Josie -- oh, come on. Josie, please donít cry, all right? Josie -- oh, man, I hate it when girls cry. Come on.

Josie: I'm so ashamed.

Donna: I donít think Vivienís going to disturb us for a while.

Rachel: Why is that?

Donna: She's watching her favorite soap opera. She didnít even look up when I talked to her. Have you found anything yet?

Rachel: Nothing.

Donna: Well, we can accuse all we want, but we have to have some proof.

Rachel: That's right. You would have been a good detective, Donna.

Donna: Rachel, Iris is going to get away with all this if we're not careful.

Rachel: Oh, no, she is not. If she is really the chief, she is not going to get away with anything, I can promise you that.

Donna: Maybe there's something at the office of "Brava."

Rachel: I've already checked. You know, Mac and I were supposed to go to Europe last year and meet this chief, and he never showed up.

Donna: Where in Europe?

Rachel: France -- some hotel. Drew Marsten set it up.

Donna: Not the sans souci?

Rachel: That's it.

Donna: This could be it!

Rachel: What?

Donna: The sans souci is where Michael and Iris had their -- where they stayed.

Rachel: That's fantastic, Donna. You've just given us our first break.


Vivien: Not now!

Donna: What do we do now?

Rachel: I donít know.

Vivien: Yo. Send him up. It's your son, Mrs. C.

Rachel: Jamie?

Vivien: It's the other one.

Rachel: Matthew?

Donna: What's he doing here?

Rachel: I donít know.

Vivien: Could you do me this really big favor --

Rachel: What?

Vivien: And you greet him since you know him. I'm missing my show, and something really big is about to happen.

Rachel: Go ahead, go ahead.

Matt: Mom, Mrs. Hudson -- what are you doing here?

Donna: We have an appointment with Iris.

Matt: Is she here?

Rachel: No, she isnít. Why are you here?

Matt: Well, I'm looking for Josie. I've only been all over the place and I haven't found her. I thought she'd be here with Iris.

Rachel: Well, she's not here.

Matt: The last time I saw her was Sharleneís testimony. She was very upset.

Donna: Understandably so. I heard it this morning on the news.

Rachel: Honey, she'll come to you when she's ready. She just needs to be alone right now.

Matt: Mom, you donít understand. She was hurt.

Donna: The whole town's talking about it. I got three calls in 10 minutes from the women in the hospital charity league. They said that Sharlene got up on the stand --

Rachel: Donna -- why donít you go home? You want me to come with?

Matt: No, listen, I have to find her. She didnít do anything. I'll see you at home.

Donna: Poor darling.

Rachel: Yes.

Donna: Well, I suppose it's better that the truth came out before it was too late.

Rachel: Too late for what?

Donna: Well, I would hate to see your son get involved with a family like that. And it's good for us, too. Now John can end this little romance he's been having with Sharlene.

Rachel: Donna, who do you imagine you are?

Sharlene: You canít wipe away the past, John.

John: No one knows that better than me.

Sharlene: My confession today cost me my freedom, my privacy.

John: And telling you about my past didnít cost me a thing, is that it?

Sharlene: It's different.

John: Tell me why it happened.

Sharlene: No, no! Well, what is it with men?

John: What?

Sharlene: What is this morbid fascination with me selling myself?

John: Oh, cut it out, Sharlene!

Sharlene: No, do you want to know how it felt to be in a different man's arms every night? Is that what you want me to talk about?

John: No!

Sharlene: Because I'll tell you it felt good, John, ok? It felt good! It was the only thing in my life then that was any good.

John: Well, at least you're talking about it. Keep talking, Sharlene. Maybe it'll get easier.

Sharlene: I never meant to hurt you.

John: I know that.

Sharlene: But if I tell you any more about those times, it's going to hurt, John.

John: I'll take the chance.

Sharlene: Ok. All right, I'll tell you the truth. I'll tell you what really happened.

Evan: Come on, Dustin. Dustin, why donít you give it a rest, huh?

Amanda: Sam!

[Romantic music swells]

Evan: Amanda! I tried a lot of medicines for my allergies.

Evan: Amanda!

[Gun shot]

Amanda: God, Evan! Evan -- Sam, he shot him!

Sam: Hold on.

Amanda: Please?

Evan: It burns -- ow.

Amanda: Evan, it's ok.

Evan: Ow.

Amanda: It's ok, Evan.

Sam: He's losing a lot of blood.

Amanda: Sam, he saved my life!

Sam: I know, I know, I know. Donít worry -- we'll get him to a hospital.

Amanda: Evan -- Evan, it's all right. You're going to be ok. You're going to be ok. All right? Sam, please!

Sam: Come on, man. Come on, man.

Amanda: Evan? Evan? Evan? Evan? Sam, do something!

Rachel: Why do you imagine you have the right to judge Sharlene?

Donna: She just told the whole world she was a prostitute.

Rachel: So what? Is your past so squeaky clean?

Donna: I never slept with men for money.

Rachel: What did you sleep with them for?

Donna: Your sheets were ruffled a few times, too, Rachel.

Rachel: Did you see how upset Matthew was?

Donna: Rachel, you never liked Josie or Sharlene, either.

Rachel: That's not true.

Donna: It isnít? The last thing in the world you wanted was for Matthew to marry that girl.

Rachel: That -- that didnít have to do with marriage, Donna. It had to do with the fact that they're both teenagers. Marriage had nothing to do with it.

Donna: Stranger things have happened. Look at your daughter.

Rachel: Look at your daughter.

Donna: May I remind you that my daughter is the mother of your first grandson.

Rachel: This is getting us nowhere, Donna.

Donna: No, it's not.

Rachel: Let's get back to work.

Donna: Fine.

Rachel: Iris has covered her tracks very well.

Donna: Most reptiles do.

Rachel: There must be someplace that she has hidden this stuff, someplace that she's hidden all of her shady business dealings.

Donna: Even crooks like Iris canít hide from death and taxes.

Both: Taxes.

Donna: You donít think --

Rachel: Jerry Posner -- I know her accountant. If she has any connection at all with Bennett Publishing, he would know that.

Donna: Maybe she's a tax evader, too.

Rachel: No, no, no. She's too smart to take on the government.

Donna: Well, if she filed on time, it would be all fresh in jerry's mind.

Rachel: You know Jerry?

Donna: Yes, he's Michaelís accountant and he's a male chauvinist.

Rachel: I'm going to call Jerry. I'm going to get him over here. I'm going to say that Iris and I are having trouble tracing some sort of tax document or something. And we'll work out the details -- 6656 -- later.

Donna: Remember, he is a male chauvinist and he thinks women are idiots --

Rachel: Right.

Donna: And they donít know how to do anything with money --

Rachel: Shh, shh, shh.

Donna: Except spend it.

Rachel: Yeah, hello? Yes, oh, it's Rachel Cory here. Yeah, is Jerry in? Urgent. Yeah, sorry. Ok, thanks. Jerry? It's Rachel Cory. Right. Well, I'm over here at Iris' penthouse and Iris and I are having a little trouble tracing some tax documents and we were wondering if --

Donna: Jerry, hi. This is Donna Hudson. Yeah -- yes. It seems that the three of us are having a bit of a problem here. Mm-hmm. Rachel and Iris and me. Yes, we've neglected just a few minor details on our tax returns. Well, for one, the ambassador to Peru gave Iris and me two gorgeous black llamas -- oh, she didnít tell you that, either? Oh, dear. Yes, I'm free now. Uh-huh. And could you bring Iris' tax returns, too? Lovely. Jerry, thank you. Oh, oh, donít mention this to Mac or Michael. They'd be absolutely furious with both of us. Ok, we'll see you in a bit. Bye-bye.

Rachel: Donna, you're a real pro.

Sharlene: You see, I felt like I was in that war, too.

John: Go on.

Sharlene: I donít think I'll ever forget the day I found out Floyd had been killed. The doorbell rang and two soldiers in full military dress were standing there. And I started to cry before I even knew that Floyd had been killed.

John: And you were all alone?

Sharlene: Yeah. I didnít have anything. I was living in a closet of an apartment; I was waiting for Floyd to come home so we could get on with our lives. I was living off of his military salary. I couldn't do anything for myself. Couldn't balance a checkbook. Floyd did all those things, you know?

John: Couldn't you move back with your family?

Sharlene: Oh, come on. They had their own problems.

John: Wouldnít they have helped?

Sharlene: No! They were so angry with me for marrying Floyd so young in the first place, they -- I just couldn't stand the "I told you so." You know, I had an awful lot of pride.

John: There were no jobs?

Sharlene: I barely had a high school diploma. I was so depressed half the time after Floyd died, I could barely get myself out of bed in the mornings and --

John: How did it all happen?

Sharlene: One day, I had to go to the base to sign some release forms for Floydís military things, you know -- his personal things. And there were men in uniform everywhere, and they all looked like Floyd. They were -- you know, the last day that I saw him, you know, they were -- oh, innocent, ready to fight, anxious, and none of them knew what they were getting themselves into. There was one kid, a boy, that's all he was -- he was a boy. And he saw me wandering around and I was sort of lost and he came up to me and he asked me how much. And I -- I told him he had the wrong idea. Well, he apologized like crazy and he offered to buy me a drink and -- he was a sweet kid. He was, he -- he told me how brave my husband was, and he had just come back from Vietnam himself. I was lonely. We went to a hotel. I needed him to hold me. And he would. All that mattered to me was that I could feel a warm body next to me. When I woke up the next morning, he was gone but he left $50 on the nightstand.

John: He was a kid, Sharlene. He was just a stupid, insensitive kid.

Sharlene: No, John, he was the first! There were others after him, but I remember him best. I remember him best because when I took that money, I felt disgusting. And then I remembered that my electricity was going to be cut off -- the government had stopped sending checks -- and I was hungry, and so I took it. And then I went back there that night and I did it again and again, and they were all the same. They were happy, they were full of life. They made me forget about Floyd for a night, helped me pay the bills. I slept with them because of the control it gave me over my life and because I needed comfort. I called it comfort, they called me a whore.

Sharlene: Well, I knew that when I told you, you'd never be able to look me in the eye again, but I donít blame you, John. I really donít because you know something? As bad as you feel right now, I feel worse. See, I have to live with this the rest of my life. You donít.

Amanda: Well?

Sam: Look, Amanda, Dustinís tied up. Donít worry about him, ok? I'm going to go to the road and get some help. I'm leaving the gun here, ok? Do you see it?

Amanda: Yeah.

Sam: Ok. Hey, listen to me. Listen to me, listen to me. It's going to be ok, all right? Just hold on. Hold this here. I'll be right back.

Amanda: Evan? Evan? Can you hear me? Evan, Evan?

Evanís voice: Amanda? Amanda, hold me. Hold me, Amanda. Please? Hold me, Amanda. Donít let me go.

Evanís voice: Amanda? Amanda? Amanda, where are you going? Amanda?

Amanda: Evan, can you hear me? Evan? Evan?

Vivien: Pardon me. Heads up. I got to get back to my show because the last 15 minutes are always the best. If that buzzer rings before the closing credits go, I'm not answering the door because I got to sing this theme song.

Donna: Good help is hard to find. We're still looking.

Jerry: Obviously.

Rachel: Well, jerry, we're so glad that you came over. Now, the tax documents that we were having trouble --

Donna: Yes, on such short notice. Iris just had to go out quite suddenly, so we told her that we'd handle her problem with you.

Jerry: Her tax return is confidential, and late.

Rachel: She hasn't filed yet.

Jerry: She has a very complicated return, so I had to file for an extension.

Rachel: I see.

Donna: Oh. Well, she told me that you were able to write off a lot of her clothing purchases because of all the charity work that she does and -- and so forth.

Jerry: Yes, I did the same thing for you with your husband. That's why I donít understand the oversight.

Donna: Oh, Jerry, I donít share all of my secrets with Michael. You ought to know that much about me now.

Jerry: This is a serious issue, Donna. If the government finds out you've been withholding information knowingly, Michael could be audited.

Rachel: And we donít want that.

Donna: Oh, well, maybe you should just show us Iris' tax return. We're very close friends, we know everything about one another, and -- and I could list the same donations as she did.

Jerry: I canít show you Iris' return without her permission, Donna.

Donna: Oh. Well, let's just get on with business, then. Excuse me one second. I'm going to get us some more tea. Be right back.

Rachel: So, jerry, we're trying to trace some tax documents for the corporation.

Jerry: Mm-hmm.

Rachel: You probably have all of that stuff --

Jerry: I have something there --

Rachel: Yeah, something -- that would be great.

[Crashing noise]

Donna: Oh, damn it! Jerry, I'm sorry. Could you just give me a hand? I'm so clumsy. I've just done my nails and I donít want to mess them up. I'm sure there's a mop or a broom or something in the pantry. Thank you.

Rachel: "Bennett Publishing." Oh, Iris.

Reuben: You're not your mother.

Josie: I'm just like her. You can see that now.

Reuben: Josie? Look, what happened today -- that happened to your mother, not you.

Josie: I wanted those guys to notice me. That -- that's why I did all those parties.

Reuben: What are you talking about?

Josie: I pushed Matt to sleep with me because I wanted him so badly.

Reuben: That's not bad. It's normal.

Josie: She practically had to keep me locked up in the house because she knew -- she knew what I was.

Reuben: What are you talking about?

Josie: She saw me dressed up one night, she called me a whore.

Reuben: Josie, your mom couldn't have meant that.

Josie: She knew that if she didnít watch out for me, I'd turn out bad. That's why she tried to keep me so pure -- because she knew that I was just like her.

John: I do feel bad.

John: I feel bad for anyone who was ever touched by that lousy war.

Sharlene: You must hate me.

John: You taught me how useless hate is. Canít you give it up?

Sharlene: No, I donít think so. It's been with me too long.

John: Well, then, you're going to have to deal with it -- just like I did. Wounds can heal. It takes time. I didnít think mine would, but I'm healing.

Sharlene: Oh, God, John, no. No, if you stayed with me, every time you looked at me, you would think of those men. You may not know it now, but you would.

John: Donít tell me what I would think.

Sharlene: You would.

John: Look at me.

Sharlene: No, John, I donít want your pity.

John: Does that feel like pity to you?

Sharlene: God, when I looked at Russ after he found out, all I saw was rage. It was so much easier. I just got out of his life -- God.

John: I'm not going to let you walk away from me, Sharlene.

Sharlene: No, I have to -- no, for God's sake, you have to! Because I wanted the best for us. And now, if you stay with me, I'll never know if you really cared for me or if you just feel sorry.

John: Please donít do this.

Sharlene: John, I wanted us to be lovers. But I canít let you settle for me. You deserve more than to just survive. You deserve to have a life.

John: Sharlene --

Sharlene: No.

Amanda: Evan? Evan, you're going to be ok now. They're going to take care of you. Just hold on, ok? We're safe. We're finally safe.

Sam: Amanda, we have to let them take care of him. We also have to get you to a doctor.

Amanda: No, no, I'm fine, especially now that I'm back with you.

Sam: I love you so much.

[Ambulance starts]

Reuben: You canít just stop believing in yourself.

Josie: I know what I am.

Reuben: You donít know nothing anymore. And you're saying all these stupid things just because you're ticked off. You know something? You canít fall to pieces just because life throws you a curve.

Josie: Who's falling to pieces?

Reuben: You are!

Josie: I never used to know where I fit in because I didnít know who I was. Well, now, I do and life's going to be a hell of a lot easier.

Reuben: Josie, your mom's past ain't yours.

Josie: You are where you come from, Reuben.

Reuben: Look -- Josie, look at me. I grew up with Ronnie and Jesse in the same house with the same parents. Now, Ronnie put herself through nursing school. Jesse -- Jesseís some kind of child genius, and look at me. I'm a bum. I'm a bum, Josie. I'm an up-and-coming bum. I'm a bum.

Josie: It's not the same thing.

Reuben: Oh, sure it is. You know something? I know what it's like to feel like you've got nothing because I've been there, all right? Josie, you've got everything going for you -- everything. You'd be really stupid to take that for granted.

Josie: Look who's preaching now.

Matt: Josie. Thank God I found you.

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