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Another World Transcript Thursday 4/21/05
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Proofread by Daniel
Frankie: So, I left your place and went straight to work.
Derek: Doing what?
Frankie: Some investigating. Found out some pretty interesting stuff, too.
Derek: If this is about me getting hypnotized, I donít want to hear it.
Frankie: What's your problem with it?
Derek: I'm not doing it, that's all.
Frankie: Oh, come on, Derek.
Derek: Nobody's putting me under, so forget it.
Frankie: Look, I'm going to be right there with you. I'll make sure everything's ok, and then if you want, maybe later we'll go out to dinner or something.
Derek: Cut the act.
Frankie: What act?
Derek: The come-on. I hate it.
Frankie: Oh, yeah? You know what I hate? People who are all talk and no action. You keep saying that you want to help Fanny --
Derek: I do want to help her!
Frankie: Then you'd better hear me out!
Cass: Oh, man, we're looking at the lower depths. You sure this is the right joint?
Zack: Iris' appointment book says "meet J.F., Longshoreman." This is it.
Cass: That's the week before Jason died.
Zack: "J.F." Has to be Jason Frame.
Cass: What the -- what the hell are you doing here?
Frankie: [Irish accent] Oh, and hello to you, too, Mr. Winthrop.
[Normal voice] Hey, Derek, donít go. We haven't had our drinks yet.
Cass: Are you two an item?
Frankie: No more than you two are.
Cass: Oh, you think you're very smart, donít you, huh?
Zack: Come on, Cass, come on. Let's forget it. Let's get to work. Come on.
Cass: It's hard to believe, you know?
Zack: What is?
Cass: That Iris would be dumb enough to meet Jason in a dump like this. She'd stick out here like a sore thumb.
Zack: I guess she was willing to risk that.
Cass: Maybe she figured that Jason wouldnít be around much longer to talk about it.
Zack: Hey, someone else has to remember.
Cass: Let's hope so. What? Hey, how's it going?
Zack: Guess he didnít hear you.
Cass: Hello there. You get the feeling this isnít going to be easy?
Stacey: I'm impressed.
Stacey: You must do that a lot, huh?
Vicky: I didnít think anybody was watching.
Stacey: I have not exercised in so long, my muscles are going to kill me.
Vicky: Then what are you doing here?
Stacey: Oh, same thing, you know, just trying to get into shape -- and looking for you. You didnít get any of my messages?
Vicky: I've been busy.
Stacey: You working out?
Vicky: I just had a new baby.
Stacey: That's why I figured maybe I'd catch you at home one of those times I called.
Vicky: Look, Stacey, I know Cass is pursuing this case. If that's what you're here to talk to me about --
Stacey: No, no, actually, I'm here to talk to you about Jamie.
Jamie: Hi. Thank you for getting here so quickly.
Dr. Peterson: I'm sorry about the other day when you called. I had three births within hours of each other.
Jamie: Yeah, I would have met you at the hospital, but I had to make sure we were alone.
Dr. Peterson: Is something wrong, Jamie?
Jamie: I'm not sure. I have a bill here. It's a blood test for Steven, and it's signed by you.
Dr. Peterson: I authorized the test, yes.
Jamie: Why? You're Vickyís doctor, not Stevenís.
Dr. Peterson: Look, I --
Jamie: Listen, I want you to level with me.
Dr. Peterson: Jamie, you of all people should know about patient confidentiality.
Jamie: Doctor, I have to know.
Dr. Peterson: I'm sorry, but --
Jamie: Listen, are you going to tell me, please?
Dr. Peterson: I really --
Jamie: The test was to confirm paternity, wasn't it? Wasn't it?
Sharlene: I just -- what if Michael thinks that this estimate is too high, John?
John: This is my family.
Sharlene: So? That's the --
John: So, we're already hired.
Sharlene: Oh, ok.
John: Why are you so nervous?
Sharlene: I just --
Sharlene: I donít know.
John: Come here.
John: Come here. You donít have any idea how well people react to you, do you?
Sharlene: How they react to me? No, not really. I --
John: How they react to you. See, that's what I'm here for. I'm going to tell you. Ever since we've been partners, I feel like there is no client in the world that you canít win over.
Sharlene: Oh, come on, John.
John: No, I'm telling you the truth. Sharlene, you're like a public relations genius. When people hear your voice on the phone, they know that Frame Construction's a class act.
Sharlene: You are kidding, right?
John: No, I'm not kidding. Sharlene, look at me. I'm very proud to have you as my partner. I mean that -- very proud.
Sharlene: Well, I guess I'm going to have to try to believe that.
John: I guess you are. I never thought I could love someone so much and also love working with them.
Sharlene: I never thought --
Sharlene: I never thought I'd find someone I'd want to share my life with.
John: Well, I wonder what happened.
Sharlene: I donít know. Look at us.
Sharlene: Oh, I'm sorry. You know, every time I think about how happy we are, I just -- I -- Josie comes flying through my brain, and I canít --
John: I know, I know, I know.
Sharlene: I mean, I keep saying to myself that she needs this time alone, that she needs this learning experience, you know?
John: She hasn't called you yet, has she?
Sharlene: But Frankie has a plan.
John: Oh, Frankie has a plan. This ought to be great.
Sharlene: No, no, listen to me. Frankie -- this is a fairly good one, actually. It's a sensible one. We're going to start working out at the spa -- Frankie and I.
John: You're going to work -- you donít need to work out. What do you mean, you're going to work out?
Sharlene: Yeah, we're going today after work, yes.
John: Oh, so that you could possibly run into Josie?
Sharlene: That's right.
John: Oh, I see. Well, that makes sense.
Sharlene: I donít know if you know how hard I tried not to fall in love with you.
John: Well, I guess you blew it.
Sharlene: Yeah, I'm never going to trust myself again.
John: Well, I know I was determined not to.
Sharlene: Guess you blew it, too.
John: Yeah. Wasn't going to let any damn woman come into my life.
John: All those years -- I thought I'd lost all my dreams.
Sharlene: Oh. You're just a late bloomer.
Nicole: Hi, Marley.
Marley: Hello. What a surprise!
Nicole: What do you think? You have a choice of fabulous, beautiful, or sensational.
Marley: Oh, well -- beautiful.
Nicole: Oh, I'm kind of partial to fabulous.
Nicole: But I guess it's in the eye of the beholder.
Marley: Please come in. Where are you going to wear that gorgeous dress?
Nicole: It's for you.
Marley: For me?
Nicole: I'd like you to be one of my bridesmaids. Please say yes.
Marley: Oh, yes! Of course! Yes!
Marley: Oh, I'm so honored!
Nicole: Oh. Well, great. Then it's all settled. Now all I have left to do is everything else.
Marley: Oh, that's right. Your wedding is in less than two weeks!
Nicole: Oh, donít remind me.
Marley: Well, I will help you with anything I can. I know Feliciaís trial was upsetting for you and Cass. I'm sure glad you're going along with getting married, though.
Nicole: Well, Felicia insisted. She says we've waited long enough.
Marley: Hmm. I agree with her. And you two love each other so much.
Nicole: Oh, I love him more than anything. I'm going to make it all up to him. I'm going to make Cass so happy. He deserves the best.
Marley: Well, you are the best. Come on.
Nicole: All right. Well, how about you? How are you and Jake doing?
Marley: We're ok. I mean, we're fine. Just -- some things donít turn out as you expected them to.
Nicole: Oh, you're so right.
Marley: I thought once I found my love, once I found Jake, that I would have everything I need and be happy forever.
Nicole: Hmm. Forever's a long time, sweetheart.
Marley: I know. I guess it was a little naive of me, hmm, to think that I could always be happy?
Nicole: Having someone to love -- that's more important than anything. You have to protect that -- whatever it takes, whatever the cost.
Marley: I never want to lose Jake, Nicole. Not for anything.
Nicole: Oh. I know how you feel. I know exactly what you mean.
Vicky: What about Jamie?
Stacey: Well, I just donít want to see him get hurt.
Vicky: Then talk to your brother.
Stacey: I donít think you understand, Vicky.
Vicky: No, I understand that Cass is driving everyone crazy. I, for one, am sick and tired of it. Why doesn't he just leave this stupid case alone and let us get on with our lives?
Stacey: Well, I would think you'd be able to figure that out.
Vicky: Yeah, right.
Stacey: Cass doesn't want to see his good friend go to prison for 10 years for a crime she did not commit.
Vicky: Well, maybe he'll have to face reality.
Stacey: You mean give up? That's not Cass' style.
Vicky: I donít give a damn about his style. He canít just change things around on some hunch that he's got. He has no right to believe that anybody else killed Jason.
Stacey: Donít be so sure of that.
Stacey: I mean, I canít actually talk about it, but he seems to think he has all the reason he needs.
Vicky: Like what?
Stacey: New evidence.
Vicky: New evidence?
Stacey: Well, actually, let's just say it's a new interpretation of old evidence.
Vicky: You're not making any sense, Stacey.
Stacey: Funny, it makes a lot of sense to Cass. There was a notation in Jason Frame's ledger. It read "baby Frame."
Jamie: Look, maybe you donít understand. I have to know what's going on here.
Dr. Peterson: Vicky is my patient, Jamie.
Jamie: And Vicky is my wife! And Steven is my child! For God's sakes, this is my life we're talking about here!
Dr. Peterson: You're putting me in a very difficult position.
Jamie: What about my position?
Dr. Peterson: I wish I could help.
Jamie: Oh, damn it! All right, all right. At least -- at least you can tell me this -- who was with Vicky when Steven had the blood test?
Dr. Peterson: I have to go.
Jamie: Was it Jake? Jake McKinnon?
Dr. Peterson: I'll see you at the hospital.
Jamie: It was Jake. I could tell by the look on your face. It was Jake. Then I was right. This is a paternity test.
Dr. Peterson: Jamie, your son is a beautiful, healthy baby. You --
Jamie: Oh, donít give me platitudes, damn it! I'm sorry -- I'm very sorry.
Dr. Peterson: So am I.
Bridget: Oh, I'm so sorry, Dr. Jamie. I didnít know you had company.
Dr. Peterson: I'll let myself out.
Frankie: Look, I told you, if somebody else plugged my Uncle Jason, then I want that someone to get what's coming to them!
Derek: So do I.
Frankie: Ok. Then donít you think that there is the remotest possibility that you saw something that could help Felicia? Something that you donít remember? Derek, you were there!
Derek: I saw pieces of things.
Derek: And there was a lot going on. There was a lot of stuff to see.
Frankie: Exactly. And hypnosis will help put those pieces together.
Derek: You donít know that for sure.
Frankie: I know one thing for sure -- Felicia Gallant's entire future is at stake.
Singer: Little doll donít try to
Derek: They put you in some kind of trance, huh?
Frankie: Mm-hmm. It's perfectly safe.
Derek: Yeah, yeah, but I wouldnít be in control.
Frankie: You'd be opening up your subconscious mind.
Derek: And they could ask me all kinds of questions about that night -- or any other time -- and I'd have to answer them, right?
Frankie: Well, yes, I guess that's the way it works, but we're not going to ask you any questions --
Derek: No! I'm not doing it.
Bartender: In here for a couple of drinks or just for the atmosphere?
Cass: Oh. We'll take a couple of beers, huh?
Bartender: Never seen you in here before. You ain't dockers.
Zack: Oh, I used to work on the docks. I gave it up, though.
Cass: Yeah, we both spent our share of time on the waterfront.
Zack: We used to hang around here.
Cass: Yeah, with a friend of ours. A gentlemen by the name of Wallingford. Did you know him?
Bartender: Wally? Yeah, sure!
Bartender: Everybody knew Wally. A great guy.
Cass: He sure was.
Bartender: My name's Al.
Cass: Oh. Nice to meet you, al. I'm Cass, and this is Zack.
Zack: How you doing, Al?
Cass: So listen, Al, maybe you can help us out here. We're looking for a woman.
Al: Who isnít?
Cass: Yeah, right. You got that -- listen, she was real good-looking.
Zack: Yeah, if you like the uptown type.
Cass: Yeah, but Mami went real society on us.
Zack: Yeah, silk stocking all the way.
Cass: Show Al a photograph there, Zack.
Zack: Oh, yeah.
Cass: How about it? Have you seen her?
Iris: Oh, no.
Vivien: "Gala event." Is that about the anniversary party?
Iris: Vivien, I wish you wouldnít read over my shoulder. Have you found my appointment book yet?
Vivien: No, still working on it. I wonder if Ivana and Donald will be there. Be still my heart.
Iris: Oh, who cares? It's just a party.
Vivien: It's not just a party, it's a "gala event." It says so right there. Did you get your dress? I got my dress. I guess it's going to be fresh duds all around.
Iris: Would you just stop going on about it?
Vivien: Oh. I'm sorry. Well, you know, I'm probably not going to be going myself anyway. All those people rocking the boat -- I'd just get seasick.
Iris: Well, I haven't really thought about it, you know. Maybe I'll go, maybe I wonít. I'll decide later on.
Vivien: Sure, later's good.
Iris: Maybe Daddy will change his mind.
Vivien: Yo. It's Mrs. Cory.
Iris: Well, donít let her in. On second thoughts, damn it, why should I hide? Tell her to come up.
Vivien: It's ok. We're anxiously awaiting her arrival. Shall I put up a pot of tea?
Iris: I think something more strong would be appropriate. Arsenic, perhaps?
Vivien: I'll put up some coffee.
Iris: Oh, and, Vivien, I really donít want you listening at the kitchen door.
Iris: Really. Ah. Rachel.
Rachel: I have to talk to you, Iris. Do you have a few minutes?
Iris: A few, yes. How's Daddy?
Rachel: That's why I'm here.
Iris: Well, he's all right, isnít he?
Rachel: I'm very worried about him. He's terribly depressed.
Iris: Well, I told you this could happen, didnít I?
Rachel: Look, Cass was going to reveal that you were the chief. I couldn't let Mac find out that way.
Iris: Perhaps not.
Rachel: Anyway, it's over with. We've done it. And Mac isnít coping very well.
Iris: Well, is there something that you would like me to do?
Rachel: Yes, there is something.
Iris: Well, I'll do anything, anything at all to get him over it.
Rachel: Do you really mean that?
Iris: Of course. What can I do?
Rachel: Stay away from the anniversary party.
Vicky: I donít know why my son's name is in that ledger, and neither do you.
Stacey: Donít we?
Vicky: The only person who knew it was Jason himself, and he's dead. And as far as I'm concerned, it's good riddance.
Stacey: Sounds like you think he deserved to die.
Vicky: I didnít mean that.
Stacey: Well, then what exactly did you mean?
Vicky: I didnít like the guy. How would you feel about someone who conned you out of $250,000?
Stacey: I know all about your lawsuit.
Vicky: Well, then you know he was a creep!
Stacey: And I also donít need your opinion of him, either.
Vicky: Oh, it was everybody's opinion.
Stacey: I wonder how Jamie would feel about Cass' theory?
Vicky: I donít want you bothering Jamie with all of this.
Stacey: Well, for something that is no big deal, you seem awfully nervous. What is it that was going on between you and Jason Frame?
Vicky: I told you, it was the money.
Stacey: And what about Jake? What does he got to do with all this?
Vicky: Jake had an alibi the night of the murder, and so did I. I was with Jamie when he was shot.
Stacey: Jamie didnít mention that.
Vicky: Huh. I get it. This is all about Jamie, isnít it?
Vicky: You haven't gotten over him, have you?
Stacey: Oh, for God's sakes!
Vicky: You are so jealous of me.
Stacey: Jamie and I are friends.
Vicky: Oh, and you're just dying for it to be more, aren't you?
Stacey: I'm dying to prove that you are lying.
Vicky: Why? Because your precious career means so much to you, lady? I know what women like you are like. All you've got is your job. Maybe if you had a husband and a kid to think about, you would stop being such a maniac and leave me the hell alone!
Singer: 'Cause I'm dangerous dangerous
Stacey: I will leave you alone, for now.
Vicky: Stacey, I just --
Stacey: No, no, no, really. You're absolutely right. All I do have is my job. And that's why I'm going to put everything into this.
Jamie: How are you?
Marley: Oh, I'm fine.
Jamie: Good. I'm glad to hear that.
Marley: Is that why you came here? To see how I am?
Jamie: Well, we just haven't had much time to talk lately. I know things have been fairly complicated lately, and I wanted to know how you were doing.
Marley: I stopped feeling sorry for myself.
Jamie: You've had a lot to deal with.
Marley: But on the grand scheme of things, I'm healthy, I'm young, I have a terrific husband. So what's the tragedy, right?
Jamie: Right. But I know it's been difficult. And then Steven comes just when you --
Marley: How is Steven?
Jamie: Sleeping through the night.
Marley: Really? Well, Vicky hadn't told me that. Quite a relief, hmm?
Jamie: Yeah, well, through the night is from 9:00 to about 3:00 in the morning.
Marley: Oh, no.
Jamie: But he used to wake us up every hour and a half, so six hours, we're thrilled about, believe me.
Marley: I guess everything's relative, huh?
Jamie: Absolutely. Marley, there's another reason -- um -- why I'm here.
Marley: I figured as much.
Jamie: I've been thinking about last summer.
Marley: Really? I try not to think about last summer.
Jamie: Is that right?
Marley: It was a -- a difficult time for Jake and me. And for you and Vicky, too, I guess.
Jamie: Yeah, yeah. It's funny how things have changed. I was with Lisa.
Marley: I was in California.
Jamie: And Jake and Vicky were -- well, pretty close.
Marley: Yeah. Yeah, that's what -- that's what Jake said.
Jamie: But that's not unusual. I mean, they've always been such close friends. Is that ever hard on you?
Marley: Oh, I guess I'm envious of their friendship sometimes. How about you?
Jamie: Well, maybe a little.
Marley: Last summer was difficult. Jake and I were separated. And the fact that he and Vicky were -- were so close -- I guess I was a little afraid that they were going to get back together.
Marley: Well, you see, when I came back to Bay City, before Jake and I did get back together, I would go over to Vickyís to pour out my heart, and Jake would be there. That little creep beat me to it.
Jamie: Was he there a lot?
Marley: Not a lot, but a couple of times.
Jamie: And that worried you?
Marley: It just bothered me a little bit, I think, because they were -- they were kind of dependent on each other back in Lassiter. And I think Vicky was a little possessive of him. But that was all it was, and I just overreacted, that's all.
Jamie: Oh, sure.
Marley: Now, donít you worry about last summer, because I happen to know that my sister is absolutely mad about her son and about you.
Marley: And I know that she would do anything to make you happy, and hang on to you.
John: I'll call you later.
John: I hope your workout works out.
Sharlene: Me, too.
Michael: Well, I'm glad you can stay and visit for a while.
John: Yeah, me, too. I think that these renovations will work out real well.
Michael: Well, here's the deposit for those renovations. But actually, that's -- that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. I just wanted you to know that I think Sharlene is a terrific woman.
John: Ah. Cut right to the chase.
Michael: Well, it's just that I've never seen you so happy.
John: Happy? No, no, not that.
Michael: Well -- I know it's a new experience for you, but I have a feeling you'll get used to it.
John: Yeah. Ah, I'll tell you what -- it's like she's a part of me. We understand each other without ever having to say a word.
Michael: That's the best way.
John: It's amazing.
Michael: What is?
John: I donít know -- I thought that we were both kind of immune to this by now.
Michael: What -- you're supposed to be immune to love?
John: You know, Mike, a few months ago, I would look at you and Donna, and I would think that to share my life with someone was such a remote concept for me, I thought it was totally out of my reach.
Michael: And now?
John: Now, I -- I'm in love.
Michael: Ha, ha!
John: I really am.
Michael: Well, your secret's safe with me, buddy. But, boy, I'm really happy for you.
John: Well, I'd be happy, too, if I could believe it.
Michael: Well, give it time. You'll believe it.
John: You know, when I'm not with you, all I do is think about her. And then when I see her, I -- it's the old clichť. Heart starts pounding faster, and the palms get sweaty, and it's really nuts.
Michael: No, donít you see? That's wonderful.
John: It is? That's wonderful?
Michael: Yeah, that's wonderful! The only question is, what are you going to do about it?
Iris: You donít want me to come to the anniversary party?
Rachel: That's right.
Iris: I wasn't invited to the damn thing in the first place.
Rachel: That wouldnít have stopped you from coming, would it have?
Iris: Haven't you done enough?
Rachel: Believe it or not, Iris, I donít enjoy seeing you hurt.
Iris: You're right, I donít believe it.
Rachel: I'm sure what you've done to Mac is hurting you almost as much as it's hurting him.
Iris: So you thought of this plan of yours to spare me?
Rachel: Why donít you for one time in your life start thinking about somebody else?
Iris: And who are you protecting, Rachel?
Rachel: Mac. I donít want you at that party because I think he canít stand any more surprises.
Iris: Is he really that upset?
Rachel: He loves you, Iris.
Rachel: You're his daughter.
Iris: God, I never really thought it would come to this.
Rachel: So you said.
Iris: Rachel, I canít let him cut me out of his life. You have to help me.
Rachel: Me help you?
Iris: You're the only one who can reach him now.
Rachel: What do you want?
Iris: I want Daddy. He needs me. Help me, please, to get him back.
Frankie: What's the matter, Derek, you have something to hide?
Derek: Forget it.
Frankie: What, what? Forget what?
Derek: Nobody's going to hypnotize me.
Frankie: Derek, hold on one second, we have to pay. Derek, hold on. What Ė
Al: She's snappy-looking, all right.
Zack: Have you seen her?
Cass: In here?
Al: Maybe I'd recognize her.
Zack: Good man.
Al: But then, maybe again, you know, I donít.
Singer: Back-door man well, the men donít know
Cass: And then again, maybe you do?
Al: Yeah. It's coming back to me.
Cass: I thought it might.
Al: Well, broads like this, you know -- ain't every day they come into this joint.
Zack: Yeah, was she in here?
Al: A couple months ago. Maybe three.
Cass: Was she alone?
Al: There was a guy with her.
Zack: She was with a guy?
Cass: Mami? With a guy? I'll kill him! Who was it?
Zack: Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Al: Already got himself killed.
Zack: Yeah, what was his name?
Al: Ah, I'll never forget this one. Jason Frame. May he rest in peace. Half the time, he was buying everybody drinks. The other half, he was busting up the place.
Cass: How were they with each other?
Al: "Were they"?
Cass: Yeah, this Frame guy and Mami. Friendly, unfriendly?
Al: I donít eavesdrop on my customers, but she was real mad about something.
Al: As a matter of fact, he didnít call her "Mami."
Al: Called her something else. "Chief." Yeah. Weird, huh?
Zack: Uh-uh, not weird.
Cass: What did they argue about?
Al: Eh, you know, my hearing hasn't been so good lately. Yeah. Like I said, you know, I donít eavesdrop on my customers. But she was real mad about something. Yeah, jumped right out of her seat. Told this guy -- she said if he didnít keep his mouth shut about her being his chief, she'd shut it for him, permanently. Not very ladylike, huh?
Cass: Proof, Zack. We got proof that if Jason refused to keep Iris' secret, she was going to kill him.
Al: Iris? What happened to Mami?
Cass: Now what the hell are you doing?
Frankie: Investigating, the same as you.
Cass: I'm getting tired of you interfering in my case.
Zack: This isnít -- you donít need me for this, do you, Cass?
Cass: You think it's some kind of a joke?
Zack: I didnít think so. I'll see you later, at the office.
Frankie: Am I laughing?
Cass: You're leaving!
Frankie: Look, hold on one second here, Clarence Darrow. I'm beginning to think that maybe your client --
Cass: Just stay out of it, will you?
Frankie: Look, Winthrop, I can help you. And judging from the way you blew the case, I think you could use all the help you can get.
Cass: I donít need any help from a bargain-basement private investigator.
Frankie: I am a professional. The same as you. Maybe I didnít go to college, and maybe I donít wear fancy clothes, but I work hard. And I am damn proud of what I do. I never let anybody treat me like dirt just because I was poor. Nothing was going to stop me from making a success of myself, and I did -- without any help from anybody. So donít you dare try to put that down. Donít you dare!
Sharlene: You want to do that? Showed me what to do.
Frankie: Ok, ready?
Sharlene: No, but go ahead.
Frankie: Ok. Arms up. And one, two, three --
Frankie: Four, flat on your back, two --
Frankie: Three, four, to your ankle.
Both: Two, three, four --
Sharlene: Ok. How am I doing?
Frankie: Other side. Terribly. You're not committing at all.
Sharlene: I'm not committing?
Frankie: Yeah -- no, you have to really do it, you know? Didnít you ever do Janeís tape?
Sharlene: Who's Jane?
Frankie: Jane's workout. I was so addicted to that tape, but then I switched to Richard because he is such a goof. Ah -- forget this. We're going to do these twisties for your waist, ok?
Sharlene: Like this?
Frankie: Twisties, washing machine. One.
Sharlene: Wait --
Frankie: Two -- three --
Sharlene: Four --
Frankie: Two -- four --
Sharlene: Ok, I think it's time to quit. Can we take a break now?
Frankie: Are you kidding? We've barely gotten started. Now, what do you usually do for a workout?
Sharlene: I usually do hay and a pitchfork.
Frankie: Whoo, boy, then it is about time I got you hooked into this stuff.
Sharlene: Look, you know, the only reason that I came here was because I was hoping to see Josie.
Frankie: Well, would it hurt you to get in shape in the meantime?
Sharlene: She's not even at her desk. You know, Frankie, I feel a little ridiculous.
Frankie: Well, that's because you're wearing that stupid sweatsuit. Why didnít you put on a leotard?
Sharlene: Because I donít have a leotard.
Frankie: It's because you want to hide your body.
Sharlene: Frankie, no, no, no. Let's stop with the analyzing thing, ok?
Frankie: I really donít understand this, Sharlene.
Frankie: You are such a knockout. Why donít you show yourself off?
Sharlene: Frankie, that's --
Frankie: It's because you're doing penance.
Sharlene: Oh, is that what I'm doing?
Frankie: Yeah, that's what you're doing and donít you think it's about time you gave yourself a little break?
Sharlene: I donít know. I'm not going to change overnight, Frankie.
Frankie: No, I guess not. Huh -- no, you're going to change right now.
Sharlene: What do you mean?
Frankie: I am going to change you, sweetheart, from farm woman into wonder woman.
Sharlene: Frankie, Frankie Ė
Rachel: I canít go plead your case to Mac.
Iris: Canít or wonít?
Iris: You know, this isnít just for me, Rachel.
Rachel: Mac is my only concern right now.
Iris: But you said he was upset.
Rachel: It's too soon. The shock is too great and his disappointment is too deep and I'm not sure I can trust you.
Iris: Do you really think I'd -- I'd do anything at all like this again?
Rachel: I think you do things and you tell yourself you're doing them for the best of everyone.
Iris: You like to be in control, donít you? You're really enjoying this, aren't you?
Iris: You like to see me suffer.
Rachel: I donít care whether you suffer or not. Mac is my only concern right now. Now, will you stay away from this party?
Rachel: I have your word?
Iris: On one condition.
Iris: I will stay away from the party if you promise to talk to Mac for me.
Rachel: Oh, Iris.
Rachel: You're going to resort to emotional blackmail?
Iris: Rachel, he is my father. I love him and I want to see him and explain everything to him.
Rachel: Then you will agree to stay away?
Iris: Is it a deal?
Rachel: I'm sorry, Iris. I thought for once you would try to put Mac first.
Iris: What are you doing, Rachel? Think about it. Are you really thinking about Mac or yourself?
Vicky: He should be home by now.
Bridget: Who, dear -- Jamie?
Vicky: Who else would I be talking about?
Bridget: Well, maybe the traffic's very heavy.
Vicky: Not at this hour.
Bridget: Well, perhaps he stopped at the market, then.
Vicky: Bridget, would you quit trying to make me feel better?
Bridget: I'm sorry. I didnít know you were feeling bad.
Vicky: I am. I am in a rotten mood and you're not helping me any.
Bridget: I'm sorry, dear. I'll go look to Steven, eh?
Vicky: No -- oh, no. No, Bridget, I'm sorry. I have just been on edge all day. I didnít get a lot of sleep last night.
Bridget: Weren't you feeling well, dear?
Vicky: No, I was -- I was just fine. I had a bad dream and I've been tense all day. That's no reason to take anything out on you -- I'm sorry. Oh, Bridget, you're the one person who will just love me no matter what.
Bridget: Well, of course I will, dear. Of course I will.
Vicky: Jamieís home -- hi. Hi, sweetheart.
Jamie: How's Steven?
Vicky: Fine. He's napping.
Jamie: And you? Did you survive that horrible scare he gave you last night?
Bridget: What scare?
Vicky: Nothing. It -- it was nothing. Um -- could you go check on dinner for me, please?
Bridget: Yes, of course, dear.
Vicky: Thank you.
Bridget: Right away.
Vicky: I -- I have had quite a day today. I took Steven to the park because it was so beautiful and then I went to the spa --
Jamie: I had quite a day myself.
Vicky: I'll bet you did.
Jamie: Yeah, I saw Dr. Peterson.
Vicky: You did?
Jamie: And I talked to Marley.
Vicky: How is she? I have been meaning to call --
Jamie: I want some answers, Vicky.
Vicky: Uh -- I -- I need to check on Steven.
Jamie: The blood test, Vicky.
Vicky: Is that what you talked to Dr. Peterson about?
Jamie: What was the blood test for?
Vicky: Well, didnít she tell you?
Vicky: Oh. They're here. Excuse me. I'm -- I'm just going to get that. Hi!
Cass: Hi, Vicky.
Vicky: Come in.
Nicole: I hope we're not late.
Vicky: No, perfect timing, really. Ah, come in. Excuse me.
Cass: Sure. Here, let me help you.
Vicky: Honey, I forgot to tell you we're having --
Jamie: Get rid of them.
Vicky: Jamie --
Jamie: Now. I want to talk to you now.
Vicky: Later. Oh, here, let me -- let me take this for you -- oh! This is fabulous. Did you design that?
Nicole: Well, a couple of years ago, actually.
Vicky: And it's still in style -- I love it. It's really nice to have you two here for dinner.
Cass: Well, needless to say we were fairly surprised that you invited us.
Vicky: Well, why on earth would you be surprised? Nicole is my favorite aunt, which means --
Cass: I have some questions for you, Vicky.
Nicole: Oh, Cass, please.
Vicky: You know, I want this to be a family night. I want to talk about nice things and have a fun time.
Nicole: I second that.
Frankie: You go on!
Sharlene: Frankie, I feel ridiculous.
Frankie: You look gorgeous.
Sharlene: This is too small.
Frankie: Are you kidding? It's perfect.
Sharlene: Those men were staring at me, Frankie.
Frankie: Yeah, I know, and then they fell off their exercise bikes.
Sharlene: Oh -- oh, come on.
Frankie: Oh, Sharlene, you are so beautiful. Why donít you know that?
Sharlene: Let's just stretch, ok? Let's do that. One and a two --
Frankie: Are you like this when you're with John?
Sharlene: I donít know.
Frankie: Well, you're really going to have to get over it.
Sharlene: You know, John is so at ease with himself, you know.
Frankie: Yeah, I know.
Sharlene: Sometimes when I -- I look at him across the room or something, I see him and he just seems so -- I donít know. I just -- I really like him.
Frankie: Oh, you like him?
Frankie: Would you come on.
Sharlene: I'm going to stretch laying down, ok? Ahem.
Frankie: You love him, donít you?
Sharlene: Is this all right?
Frankie: Yeah, it's fine, but you haven't answered my question.
Sharlene: Yes. I love him.
Frankie: Does he know?
Sharlene: I donít know. I think so.
Frankie: Do you want to marry him?
Sharlene: Oh, Frankie.
Frankie: Do you?
Frankie: Oh, Sharlene!
Sharlene: Frankie, now, you stop.
Sharlene: Donít you go popping your mouth off or anything.
Frankie: I wonít. I wonít.
Sharlene: He's not ready for this. He's not ready to be pushed. Now just donít -- feel like he was being smothered, you know.
Frankie: Ok, Sharlene, but if I were you, I'd --
Frankie: I'd go for it. Well, come on! You canít leave a man like John Hudson out there on the loose for too long.
Singer: I'm on a roll
Stacey: Derek? Is anybody here? May I come in?
Stacey: How are you?
Derek: Why are you here?
Stacey: Well, I tried calling a couple of times, but you weren't here.
Stacey: So, how you been?
Derek: Stacey, um, what do you want?
Stacey: I'm not sure. I thought about what you said the other day and you're right.
Derek: About what?
Stacey: Felicia is the reason that you and I met. She's the reason that we got to know each other. But we've been through a lot together and she's not the only reason that you and I became friends. I'm not saying what I mean to. I came here to tell you how I felt and to tell you that you've been on my mind.
Derek: I have something of yours.
Stacey: My scarf.
Derek: Yeah. I'm glad you came.
Stacey: So am I. Well, I better go.
Derek: Stacey? That dress -- it's nice. You look nice.
Nicole: Well, that was the worst dinner of my life.
Cass: I'm sorry.
Nicole: Oh, how could you do it, Cass -- grilling Vicky like that in her own home?
Cass: I'm working on something, Nicole.
Nicole: Well, I'm telling you Vicky did not shoot Jason.
Cass: I have to follow it through.
Nicole: Oh. I'm going to go see if she needs some help with the dishes.
Cass: Nice dinner.
Jamie: You hardly touched it.
Cass: Well, I wasn't all that hungry.
Jamie: No, you were too busy tormenting my wife.
Cass: She survived it.
Jamie: Why are you after her, Cass? Why are you asking her all these questions about Jason?
Cass: Jamie, I think maybe you better have a talk with her.
Cass: She's hiding something. I donít know what, but she and Jake know more than they're letting on.
Vicky: Yeah, well, I'm so sorry there -- there weren't more. I -- I just didnít --
Nicole: This will be fine.
Bridget: Excuse me. Please, I'm sorry. Excuse me. Victoria, could I see you out here for just a minute, dear?
Vicky: Yes. Excuse me.
Cass: Yes, please.
Nicole: I'd like some coffee.
Bridget: I thought you'd better know -- Dr. Peterson was here earlier this afternoon and she and Jamie seemed to be having a nice, long talk.
Vicky: That's -- that's what Jamie told me.
Bridget: And what did you tell him?
Vicky: There's nothing to tell.
Bridget: Victoria, stop it. Jamie has a right to know whatever it is that you are trying so desperately hard to keep from him. You have no choice, dear. You've got to tell him. Victoria, everything that you hold near and dear is going to disappear if you donít. You have no choice.
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