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Another World Transcript Thursday 5/12/05
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Amanda: Where is everybody?
Sam: I do like that leotard.
Amanda: Maybe we should just sign in.
Sam: Ahem. When are you going to take those shorts off?
Amanda: No, we better not. We better wait.
Sam: Those things come in different colors?
Amanda: Hey, did you know they have an aerobics class every hour? Isnít that great?
Sam: How come I've never seen you wear a leotard before?
Amanda: We should use the weights first.
Sam: I mean, if I'd known that you looked that good in a leotard --
Amanda: I would love a sauna.
Sam: I would definitely have insisted you wear one more often.
Amanda: Excuse me?
Sam: A leotard.
Amanda: We're here to work out!
Sam: Yeah, but there are lots of ways to work out. I mean, people have always known how to sweat --
Amanda: Sam --
Sam: Even before aerobics classes.
Amanda: Sam. Down, boy.
Sam: As a matter of fact --
Amanda: Sam --
Sam: I think I'm burning calories off right now --
Amanda: Would you stop?
Sam: And your heart is beating faster!
Matt: Well. Looks like you people donít need any assistance.
Amanda: Hi, Matt.
Sam: Hi, Matt. How are you doing?
Matt: All right. I didnít know you guys were going to work out today.
Amanda: Yes, we took the morning off.
Matt: Great. Have you been helped?
Amanda: No, I guess Josieís on her break or something. Speaking of which, how are things?
Matt: Nonexistent. We donít talk too much anymore.
Amanda: Oh, Matt.
Matt: Well, I donít think she wants anything to do with me for a little while.
Amanda: Well, then why donít you start seeing other people?
Stacey: Naturally, we were elated and terribly sad at the same time.
Zack: Justice? Have you ever heard of it?
Stacey: All right, so donít quote me on it.
Stacey: How many times do I have to tell you he is not here?
Zack: No, this is all my other lines.
Stacey: Ok, I'm hanging up now.
Zack: I'm sorry.
Stacey: The phone is going down.
Stacey: End of interview. I warned her.
Zack: Whose was yours?
Stacey: Wire service. How about you?
Zack: Local TV. Pushy local TV.
Stacey: Oh, please do not ring.
Zack: Yeah, give us a break.
Stacey: Hey. Think that did the trick.
Zack: Yeah, I have a feeling it's just a lull.
Stacey: I know, Nicoleís arrest is getting more press than Tiananmen Square.
Zack: Hope Cass doesn't see this.
Stacey: What? If it's in the paper, he reads it cover to cover, so you know he's seen it.
Zack: What the --
Stacey: "What the --" what?
Zack: It's nothing.
Stacey: No, what is it? What are you reading?
Stacey: Come on, let me see. It's about Derek Dane.
Zack: Now, look, before you get mad, consider the source.
Stacey: Chuck Nichols.
Zack: The dean of the school of yellow journalism.
Stacey: "Derek Dane, the mystery witness who turned up at police headquarters, accompanied by his very attractive lady attorney. One can only speculate how Ms. Winthrop persuaded Mr. Dane to step forward." What? "She must have used something more than legal expertise." That son of a -- this is absurd! I'd never be involved with someone like Derek Ė
Vicky: I'm glad you came over early. I needed someone to talk to. I might have bitten off more than I can chew with this lunch.
Jamie: I didnít think I was early. Mom said she was going to be by at 12:00.
Vicky: 12:30. But I should be ready no matter what. I'm really glad your mother suggested we have lunch. I'm such a novice in the kitchen. It's a good thing Nicole gave me that cookbook for Christ-- Nicole.
Jamie: I'm sorry about Nicole.
Vicky: I donít believe this happened to her.
Jamie: Have you talked to her?
Vicky: No. But my mother has. I know she did a really awful thing, but I just canít think of her suffering.
Jamie: Yeah, well, maybe they wonít be too tough on her.
Vicky: My mom came over yesterday and all we did was cry. She went through this all alone. And now she's just got to go to -- to jail?
Jamie: I wish there was something I could say that would help.
Vicky: There is something you could do.
Vicky: Move back.
Vicky: I really need you now, Jamie. If you could just come for a few days, it would really help me.
Jamie: You would use what happened to Nicole to try to get me back?
Vicky: Who's doing that? No, that's -- that's wrong.
Jamie: Stop it, Vicky. For once in your life, just stop lying!
Amanda: Hi, Josie.
Josie: Hi. Do you guys need some help?
Sam: No, I think we're fine.
Matt: Why donít you go check out workout room B.? It should be free for the next half-hour or so.
Amanda: Ok, great. Thanks, Matt.
Matt: And I'll come in and check on you, see if you need any help.
Sam: Great idea. Uh, see you, Josie.
Josie: I hate that.
Josie: The way your family looks at me.
Matt: What way?
Josie: Oh, come on, Matt. Donít tell me you didnít notice.
Matt: Josie, they're uncomfortable.
Josie: No, really?
Matt: It's not because of --
Josie: Not because of what?
Matt: It's not because of what came out at the trial.
Josie: Well, then why?
Matt: They're uncomfortable because they know I'm miserable, and you could change that.
Josie: I have to go out for a while. Could you watch the desk for me?
Matt: Where are you going? I'm sorry. It's none of my business. Will you at least tell me when you'll be back?
Josie: Look, if you want me to get someone else, I will.
Matt: No, no, no. Go. Fine, fine. Anything you do is fine, Josie.
Olivia: Oh, excuse me.
Josie: No, no, it's my fault.
Olivia: Wait! Aren't you the girl that works at the desk?
Josie: I'm the receptionist, yes.
Olivia: Well, hi. Then you can help me arrange a training schedule.
Josie: Oh, well, no, I was just on my way out.
Olivia: Do you think this dress is too short? I need an objective opinion.
Josie: Uh --
Olivia: Donít be polite.
Josie: It's fine. It's fine.
Olivia: Oh, good. I got it in Paris. This is the first time I've worn it, so I feel a little bit self-conscious.
Josie: You've been to Paris?
Olivia: Mm-hmm. My father sent me there from Geneva to take a master class.
Josie: Master class?
Olivia: Yeah. Ballet.
Josie: Oh, right, of course. I really have to get going.
Olivia: Well, what about my schedule?
Josie: The guy at the desk, he can help you. He's -- he's real nice.
Olivia: Thanks a lot. Oh, no.
Matt: Oh, no. What can I do for you, Ms. Matthews?
Stacey: Derek --
Derek: I want to talk with you, Stacey. Maybe we can go somewhere.
Zack: Right here. Just stay right here. I have a few things to finish, anyway. I'll be back, Stace. Good seeing you again, Derek.
Stacey: Derek, what you just heard when you were standing there --
Derek: Forget it.
Stacey: No. I just read this column by chuck Nichols, and he totally ripped me for being a woman.
Derek: "Ripped" you?
Stacey: Yes, he said that the only reason that you testified was because I -- I slept with you or something.
Stacey: It just gets to me, you know?
Stacey: He doesn't care that I graduated in the top 5% of my class or that I helped to edit "The Law Review." No, uh-uh, that doesn't make interesting copy.
Derek: I guess.
Stacey: Since I'm not a man in a three-piece suit, he thinks the only thing I've got going for me is a pair of legs.
Derek: I never noticed your legs.
Stacey: Well, thanks. It's nice to be appreciated.
Derek: You're welcome.
Stacey: So that's why I said what I said, and I'm sorry. What'd you want to talk to me about?
Stacey: Did you make a decision to stay or leave?
Derek: I talked to Frankie.
Derek: Well, she's knocked around a little. She's kept on the move.
Derek: Well, we sort of think alike about stuff, you know?
Stacey: No, I donít know, and, personally, I wouldnít ask Frankieís advice on anything.
Derek: But we had a good talk.
Stacey: And did Frankie tell you what to do?
Derek: I make my own decisions, Stacey. No one makes up my mind for me but me.
Stacey: Ok, I'm sorry. I didnít mean to imply that.
Derek: Well, anyway, Fanny's out of jail now and she's back with her husband and she's got some friends --
Stacey: So does this mean you're going to leave?
Derek: Uh-uh. No, I think I'm going to stick around for a while.
Vicky: I'm not lying.
Jamie: I should never have agreed to this.
Vicky: Jamie, this is a tough time for both of us.
Jamie: Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.
Vicky: I think we should at least try to get along.
Jamie: You donít think I'm trying to get along?
Vicky: I want to have a fun lunch.
Jamie: Fun? You think it's fun pretending that everything's swell between us? Think it's fun for me to lie to my mother?
Vicky: Of course not.
Jamie: I mean, you know, maybe it turns you on to lie to the people that you love, but it's a big drag for me.
Vicky: You haven't changed your mind, have you?
Jamie: I'm not going to say anything to my family until the results of the paternity test are in.
Vicky: Thank you.
Jamie: It's for their sake, not yours.
Vicky: Rachel, hi!
Rachel: Hi, Vicky.
Vicky: Welcome! Come in!
Rachel: Look at you, donít you look cute.
Vicky: Thank you!
Rachel: Hi, darling.
Jamie: Hi, Mom.
Rachel: How are you doing?
Rachel: Good. Well, Vicky, Mac called this morning and he said to tell you how sorry he was about Nicole.
Vicky: Thank you. It's been a terrible shock.
Rachel: Yes, I'm sure it has.
Rachel: Oop, there he is.
Vicky: And only after 10 minutes of being asleep.
Rachel: He must know I'm here.
Vicky: I'm sure he does. I'll go get him.
Rachel: Ok, good. Well, this was a nice idea, to have lunch, all of us together.
Jamie: Yeah, I'm glad you suggested it.
Jamie: Having lunch was your idea, right?
Vicky: Oh, here he is!
Rachel: Oh, look at him. What a gorgeous little kid.
Vicky: A little cranky after waking up.
Rachel: That's all right. I'll take him however I can get him.
Vicky: Well, Jamie, why donít you hold him? He likes going to you. He's not cranky when you're holding him. Want to go to your daddy, honey? There you go. Ok, there you go.
Jamie: Come here, big fella. Yeah, how are you?
Vicky: He always calms down after Jamie holds him.
Rachel: Oh, I'd love to have a picture right now.
Vicky: Oh, we donít have many pictures of the three of us.
Rachel: Well, we're going to have to remedy that. Next time I come over, I'm going to bring the video camera and everything.
Vicky: Oh, that would be nice to save some of these special moments.
Jamie: I tell you, I'm going to see if I can put him back down. Maybe he'll nap after all.
Vicky: Oh, honey, he doesn't need to go to sleep --
Jamie: Excuse me. I'm a really deep sleeper so it's hard for me to wake up.
Olivia: I'd like to reserve a private room with a bar for this afternoon.
Matt: Yes, and how long do you need it?
Olivia: Three hours at least.
Matt: Three hours. Canít do it.
Matt: There's nothing available.
Olivia: I donít believe this.
Matt: At least not for that length of time. Now, if you need it for an hour --
Olivia: No, I need it for three.
Matt: Well, then you're out of luck.
Olivia: Look, you told me that if I reserved in advance --
Matt: Right, in advance.
Olivia: That there wouldnít be any problem.
Matt: No, and there wouldnít be.
Olivia: Then what's going on?
Matt: In advance, Ms. Matthews --
Olivia: Donít condescend to me.
Matt: In advance means two days.
Olivia: Two days? That's ludicrous!
Matt: Not to us. Now, if you'd like to share a room --
Olivia: No, I donít want to share a room. I happen to be in rigorous training, which requires an extraordinary amount of concentration.
Matt: Do tell.
Olivia: Well, I would if I thought you had any comprehension.
Matt: Pathetic lowbrow that I am.
Olivia: Well, any artistic endeavor requires complete and total dedication.
Matt: To yourself?
Olivia: To one's talent.
Matt: Oh, of course. And does one do that by thinking only of one's self?
Olivia: I have a responsibility to be the best that I can be. When I get up on that stage, I want to know that I have given myself over completely, that I've held nothing back.
Matt: Mm-hmm. What's this got to do with reserving a room?
Olivia: You've never felt that way, have you?
Matt: Felt what?
Olivia: That you wanted something more than anything else in the world, that total commitment?
Matt: Yeah, I've felt it. Sure, I've felt it.
Olivia: Then get me a room.
Matt: Forget it.
Olivia: I canít believe it. I thought that this was supposed to be an exclusive spa.
Matt: Well, not exclusive to you! We happen to have other clients here, people who are polite! People who donít talk down to us.
Amanda: Like this, right?
Sam: Back to the bench.
Amanda: All right. Better?
Sam: There you go. Keep your arms a little straighter. Yeah. All right, now take your arms, wrap them around my neck --
Amanda: Sam --
Sam: Kiss me on the lips --
Amanda: Sam, we're not getting any exercise.
Sam: Yeah, but we're having a hell of a good time. Ow! I thought things were working out just fine.
Amanda: Go back to your own bench.
Sam: I like this bench better.
Amanda: Sam, go.
Sam: Ooh! What am I supposed to do, just ignore you?
Amanda: Yes, ignore me.
Sam: Ignore you?
Amanda: Ignore me.
Sam: Fine. I'll just ignore you. Totally?
Amanda: Completely. It's the only way.
Sam: Fine, I can handle it.
Amanda: Sam --
Sam: I know -- ignore you. Now you're doing it, too, right?
Amanda: I donít even know that you're there.
Singer: Donít mess with me you couldn't take it and I always play to win well, donít mess with me 'cause I'm dangerous, dangerous
Josie: Oh, I'm not so sure about this, Mrs. Wheeler.
Iris: Well, I am and I'm excited about it.
Josie: I'm so afraid I'm going to be self-conscious.
Iris: You'll be beautiful. Just be yourself. How could you be anything else?
Josie: But this is costing you a lot of money. What if I'm terrible?
Iris: Oh, come off it, Josie. Look, you'll be beautiful. Just be you. Besides, I thought you could do with the extra money, hmm?
Josie: Yeah, I could.
Iris: It's about time you decided on a career. Maybe modeling will be it.
Josie: But modeling -- models have training.
Iris: Listen, they canít teach you what you have already.
Man: You are the only woman in Bay City with authentic quality.
Iris: And I am the only woman in Bay City with a beautiful model called Josie. Felipe, I'd like you to Miss Josie Watts.
Felipe: Ah, enchantť. How do you do?
Josie: Nice to meet you.
Iris: Well, what'd I tell you, Felipe? She's a natural, isnít she?
Felipe: Interesting bone structure, good body. Shapely, yet slim. The potential is there.
Iris: Unlimited potential.
Felipe: But the camera is the one to decide. Do a turn for me.
Felipe: No, no, no, no. Turn, spin, like a dance. Turn.
Josie: Do I really have to?
Iris: Maybe we should just take this a step at a time?
Felipe: Of course. Very well.
Iris: Why donít you go and take your jacket off, darling?
Felipe: She's tense.
Iris: Well, she's new at it, that's all.
Felipe: And she's raw and unpolished.
Iris: Most gems start out that way. I'm sure you'll be able to polish her, Felipe. That's why I hired you. You're the best.
Felipe: On that point, you'll get no argument from me.
Iris: Oh, you look stunning, darling, wonderful. What do you think, Felipe?
Felipe: Let us do something with the hair and makeup. If you're a health nut about your skin, this is a natural.
Stacey: So, since you've decided that you're going to stay, have you made any plans?
Derek: I never make any plans.
Stacey: Do you have any idea at all what you're going to do?
Derek: I'll get by. I always do.
Stacey: You are starting fresh. You could probably do better than just "get by."
Derek: Well, I like things the way they are.
Stacey: Look, I donít mean to be pushy, but I was thinking, wouldnít you like to move out of that place you're living in?
Derek: Well, what's wrong with it now?
Stacey: Well, for one thing, the building is condemned.
Derek: Well, I guess I wouldnít mind a new place to live.
Stacey: Right. So you got to start making some money and maybe get a steady job.
Stacey: Which means you're going to need some clothing.
Derek: You mean like a suit.
Stacey: Right, maybe even a sports jacket.
Derek: To wear to this job?
Derek: Forget it.
Derek: Look, I said maybe I was going to stick around for a while, Stacey. I didnít say anything about changing the way I live.
Stacey: Oh, I know. I just meant that if --
Derek: You know, and I donít think I remember asking you to get involved in any of this.
Stacey: You do not have to get angry at me.
Derek: I never had a mother before, and I donít need one now.
Stacey: I'm sorry.
Derek: I can take care of myself.
Stacey: I know. I was just trying to help you.
Derek: I donít need your help. I'm not some stray dog you picked up, you know?
Jake: Five minutes, Zack, five minutes! That's all I'm asking!
Zack: I told you to make an appointment, Jake.
Jake: Listen, I know you're busy, but this canít wait!
Stacey: Wait a second, Derek --
Zack: I've got 10 cases that canít wait -- 20!
Jake: Stacey, will you talk to him?
Zack: Stacey doesn't need to talk to me. I know my own schedule.
Jake: Come on, Zack. Listen to me, this is the most important thing in my life.
Zack: Ok. Five minutes.
Jake: Thank you.
Jake: I just had a genetic paternity test.
Jake: These tests -- the results are conclusive. Anyway, I get the results back in a couple of weeks.
Zack: Talk to me then.
Jake: It canít wait. I want to make sure I protect my rights.
Zack: What rights, Jake?
Jake: To my son! The rights to my son!
Zack: Ok, ok, hold it right here. Give me a little background. Now, you still haven't told me the name of the people involved.
Jake: I know.
Zack: I think I can make a very good guess why. Are you sure you want to go through with this?
Jamie: Whoa, you got a mighty grip there, kiddo. You sure do. Ooh, here you go. Want to see it go around? Yeah. That's pretty cool, huh? Pretty, huh? Yeah. Come here, will you? Oh, you're getting big. Yes, you are. Handsome, too. You know, I had it all planned, Steven. I did. I really did. Even before you were born. I used to fantasize about -- about having a son. I did. I mean, a girl would be very nice, too, but a boy -- I wanted the first one to be a boy. Yeah. You know what I used to picture in my mind? I used to picture seeing you play baseball. Yeah, I wanted to go watch you play baseball. I used to love to play baseball myself. I was in the little league for quite a while, you know. Yeah, and I wasn't too bad, either. I hit a three-run home run once in the all-star game. Yeah, I did. Probably one of the most proudest moments of my life. Maybe you'll do the same thing someday. I just -- I just hope that I'm the one who's up there in the stands saying, "Did you see that? That's my -- that's my son."
Jamie: Oh, baby.
Rachel: A role model? Me?
Vicky: You're an extraordinary woman.
Rachel: Oh, honey, I've had my share of mistakes, you know. I'm not perfect.
Vicky: I know, but all the obstacles that you've had in your life you've always overcome. And you've gotten what you wanted, and that's the point, right?
Rachel: I think I've been very lucky.
Vicky: I donít think it's that. I think you've really worked hard to get the life that you want. I mean, there's just something about you. Every time you walk into a room, everyone notices you.
Rachel: I think you have the same effect on people.
Vicky: I do?
Vicky: I guess we're a lot alike.
Rachel: I think we started out the same way. We didnít have very much and we knew we wanted a lot out of life.
Vicky: And now you have Mac and I have Jamie.
Vicky: I really want you to know how lucky I am to have him in my life.
Rachel: I know that. I realized that through the letter that you wrote me before you went on your honeymoon.
Vicky: That corny letter. I must have --
Rachel: It wasn't corny. It made me realize how much you needed me to trust you.
Vicky: You didnít then?
Rachel: I felt you were using your pregnancy to try and hang on to Jamie. And, you know, that never works, using a baby to keep a marriage together. But, Vicky, that letter did tell me one thing. It told me that you really did love Jamie.
Vicky: I'm glad.
Rachel: I'm glad you love him.
Vicky: Thank you.
Jamie: He's asleep now.
Vicky: Oh, great. Thank you.
Rachel: Great, now I canít play with him.
Vicky: Well, we'll have to do it again sometime soon.
Rachel: I'd like that.
Vicky: Ok. Can I get you some more coffee?
Rachel: No, honey, I have to go. I promised Mom I'd be over and help her get Feliciaís apartment ready. Feliciaís coming home today.
Jamie: Oh, that's great.
Rachel: Isnít that great?
Rachel: Well, thank you both for a lovely, lovely lunch.
Vicky: Oh, sure.
Rachel: I never would've suggested it. I know how busy you all are.
Vicky: Well --
Rachel: But you did, and I'm grateful you did. I'm glad I let you insist. Bye, darling.
[Restaurant noise] Music
Jake: It's a tricky situation, Zack. It's -- it's a very tricky situation.
Zack: Am I saying it isnít?
Jake: Well, if it wasn't for the fact that Jamie and Vicky are the ones involved --
Zack: If it wasn't for that fact, what would you do?
Jake: I'd go all out. I'd say the hell with it, fight like crazy to get my son. What do you think?
Zack: So you donít want to fight?
Jake: I -- I want to know my rights and then I'll decide.
Zack: Ok, ok. Look, why donít you have a seat.
Zack: Because I'm asking you to.
Zack: Look, I'm not making any moral judgments.
Jake: Go ahead, I donít care.
Zack: Then you wonít mind answering some personal questions?
Jake: Go ahead, ask.
Zack: What does Marley think about this?
Jake: She doesn't know.
Zack: But you are going to tell her?
Zack: I mean, because her feelings in this are crucial.
Jake: She'll support me.
Zack: Are you certain about that?
Jake: Once she knows the truth, she will.
Zack: Look, because I'm not going to proceed with anything until she knows.
Jake: I will tell her when I get the test results back.
Zack: What, in a few weeks?
Jake: If things go my way, Zack --
Zack: Do you want this baby, in spite of all the complications?
Jake: Yes, I want the baby.
Zack: And what about your wife?
Jake: Do you have any idea what my wife's gone through?
Jake: Hell. She would do anything to have a baby. She already had tests, operations, more tests -- anything.
Zack: And there's no chance?
Jake: S-- slim to none. I love my wife, Zack, and I want her to have a baby. I want to give her a baby, no matter what it takes.
Zack: You'd better mean that.
Jake: I do.
Zack: All right.
Jake: You'll take my case?
Zack: One step at a time. I got a friend down the hall in the office. This is his area. We'll go talk to him.
Zack: Hey, look, I have to warn you, though -- more often than not, cases like this end up in a custody battle.
Jake: Hey, if it has to be a battle, it has to be.
Zack: They can get real messy, as ugly as you can imagine, and that child is the one who winds up getting hurt. You have to think about Steven.
Jake: I am. I'm thinking about Steven. I would do anything I have to to protect my son.
Zack: If he is your son.
Vicky: Can you at least stay for a couple of minutes? I have some wonderful dessert.
Rachel: No, darling, I'm late already. You give the baby a kiss for me, ok?
Vicky: Oh, sure.
Rachel: Ok, thanks again.
Jamie: Thanks for coming.
Rachel: Ok, thanks for having me.
Jamie: Bye-bye. I donít believe you.
Vicky: I'm just trying to fight for my family.
Jamie: I'm -- I'm leaving.
Vicky: Can you blame me for wanting a father and his son to be together?
Jamie: Yes, damn it, I can.
Vicky: I love you. I just thought --
Jamie: No, no, no, that's what you didnít do. You didnít think. You never considered what this might do to me. Because you donít care.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Felipe: But you are like a statue, Josie, like a stone.
Iris: Just relax, honey. Come on, just --
Felipe: Here, here, here. Hold your arms out. Now, let them drop to your side. Let them flop. Good. Now, breathe deeply. Good. Again. Encore, again. Better, better. Now, move, move, move. Do anything different.
Iris: Josie, sweetheart, come on.
Felipe: Iris --
Iris: Josie, come on.
Josie: Look, Iris, I told you I canít do this.
Iris: You can and you will! Now, just relax, have fun, and enjoy it.
Josie: I hear what you're saying, but when people are staring at me, I get self-conscious.
Iris: Look, we've got all the time in the world, haven't we, Felipe?
Felipe: Whatever you say, Iris.
Iris: We can just work it through slowly, right?
Felipe: Let's try something else.
Felipe: Ok, Josie. Look into the camera. Work with the camera. Just like that. Oh, you are beautiful, Josie. You are a beautiful girl. Sweet, sweet. Very pretty. Josie, what is your favorite food?
Josie: When I'm not on a diet?
Felipe: Of course.
Josie: Um, cheesecake.
Josie: Yeah, chocolate-chocolate chip cheesecake.
Felipe: Now, look into the lens and think about chocolate-chocolate chip cheesecake.
Josie: This is crazy!
Felipe: And you are wonderful. Very, very pretty. Now, make love to the camera, Josie. Come on, Josie, turn me on. Donít stop now. Into the camera.
Josie: No, no! I'm sorry, I canít do this!
Felipe: What's wrong?
Iris: It's all right, it's all right.
Felipe: It's not all right.
Felipe: A complete waste of time.
Josie: I donít blame you for being angry with me. I'm sorry.
Iris: I'm not angry with you. It's all right, it's ok, all right? Oh. You were thinking about your mother, weren't you? Josie, you are not like your mother. You're you. You're unique and you are wonderful. Believe me.
Amanda: I mean, if this breakup is really what Josie wants --
Matt: Amanda, donít nag. I donít want to hear it.
Amanda: I just think you should be getting on with your life.
Matt: I'm going to hear it.
Amanda: You should be seeing other people.
Matt: Boy, am I going to hear it.
Amanda: You're not going to get any medals for this, you know.
Matt: For what?
Amanda: For suffering.
Matt: Who said I'm suffering?
Amanda: You're certainly not having a very good time.
Matt: Would you?
Amanda: I would try to.
Amanda: I would.
Matt: Ok, fine, you would. Maybe I'm not as shallow as my sister.
Amanda: I'm only trying to help you.
Matt: Well, I didnít ask for your help, Amanda, you know?
Amanda: Fine, fine! Ok, I'm leaving. Goodbye.
Matt: Wait a minute. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm just -- I'm not in a great mood today.
Amanda: I only go through all this and say all these things because I love you.
Matt: I know. But when you and Sam were having problems, did I say, "hey, Amanda, go out and date other people"?
Matt: Because I knew you were hurting too much.
Amanda: Well, that was different.
Amanda: Because I was pregnant. I couldn't just get up and walk away from it, forget about it.
Matt: Well, I canít just, either.
Amanda: All right. I just hate to see you upset like this.
Matt: Well, I just canít push a button and get over this.
Amanda: I know. I really think you should try to see other people, though. It would make it a lot easier. Just think about it, ok?
Matt: Hey, Sam, how you doing?
Sam: Am I doing this right?
Matt: Does it hurt?
Sam: Yeah, like hell.
Matt: Then you're doing it right.
Sam: Oh, great. Ugh! Have you seen Amanda? She was supposed to be changing into a bathing suit.
Matt: Yeah, she got sidetracked.
Sam: Yeah, by what?
Matt: Me. We had a little discussion.
Olivia: Hi, Matt. How's it going?
Matt: Fine. Why?
Olivia: Well, I just needed a little break in my routine, so I thought I'd come and socialize a minute.
Matt: Well, this is incredible, a happening. Let's face it, you've never socialized with me before.
Olivia: He cracks me up, you know?
Matt: Why now?
Olivia: Such a friendly place, isnít it?
Matt: Oh, forgive me. Am I being unfriendly?
Sam and Olivia: Mm-hmm.
Matt: Bad public relations? I am sorry. Hi there. How you doing? Enjoying your workout? Enjoying your day?
Olivia: You know, you look really familiar.
Sam: So do you.
Matt: Well, she is a ballet dancer, Sam.
Olivia: Olivia Matthews.
Matt: You probably saw her on stage. Lincoln center maybe?
Sam: I'm Sam Fowler. Nice to meet you.
Olivia: I know -- the 25th anniversary party.
Olivia: Yeah, I saw you at the dessert table.
Sam: I was probably making a pig of myself, no doubt.
Olivia: You were having a piece of chocolate mousse pie.
Sam: Mmm, what a memory.
Olivia: Then I saw you dancing. You were really good. You're not a professional dancer, by any chance?
Sam: No, no, I'm not.
Olivia: Then you're an actor? I'm sure I've seen you on TV.
Matt: Oh, really?
Sam: Actually, I'm an artist.
Olivia: Really? That's fascinating.
Matt: Yes. And so is she -- fascinating, I mean.
Sam: Hey, there you are, slowpoke.
Amanda: Hey, we only have an hour left. How about a relay in the pool?
Sam: Oh, you're asking for it, lady. Matt, see you later, and nice to meet you -- Olivia, right?
Matt: Have a good swim.
Olivia: Who's she?
Matt: My sister, who also happens to be Samís wife.
Derek: Your door's still open.
Stacey: Hey, where'd you disappear to? I followed you and I went down to the street and you were gone.
Derek: I went to the park.
Stacey: Well, I want to talk to you. I still have some things that I didnít get a chance to say.
Derek: I needed to do some thinking.
Stacey: What's this?
Derek: Want ads. Jobs? Keypunch operator.
Derek: Clerical. Management trainee. You think I might get a job like that?
Stacey: Well, no, there's other kinds of jobs.
Derek: Yeah, but that's the kind of job you think I should take, right?
Stacey: No, not necessarily.
Derek: Some 9:00-to-5:00 job with a future, where you make enough money to buy a car?
Stacey: No, that's not what I meant.
Derek: See, I donít need money, except what it takes to get by.
Stacey: So how do you earn what it takes to get by?
Derek: I work. Odd jobs, construction, you know.
Stacey: Construction. They must have ads for construction workers.
Derek: You donít get it. See, I want to work when I want to work, not when somebody tells me I have to.
Stacey: Oh. You're right, I donít get it. I should get it. I got to stop trying to fix things. I'm sorry.
Derek: I donít need for you to apologize.
Stacey: No, no, I want to. Look, it's my problem. When I care about somebody, I start bossing them around. I do it with all my friends. I promise it wonít happen again.
Derek: Good. Because friends donít try to change each other, right?
Vicky: It's the story of my life.
Jamie: What is?
Vicky: People walking away when I need them most.
Jamie: Oh, please.
Vicky: My own mother deserted me.
Jamie: Vicky, when are you going to stop blaming everything on your childhood?
Vicky: I had a rough time.
Jamie: Who didnít?
Vicky: I was all alone.
Jamie: So were plenty of people, and they haven't spent the rest of their lives lying and scheming.
Vicky: I have tried to make you happy!
Jamie: No! You have tried to make you happy. You donít give a damn about anyone else.
Vicky: How can you say that?
Jamie: You told me you changed, that you loved me. But that was a lie, too. You never did, did you?
(Jazz music playing)
Sam: I'll get you next time.
Amanda: Oh, come on, you're a great swimmer, Sam.
Sam: Donít humor me, Amanda.
Amanda: Really, I was just lucky, that's all.
Sam: You beat me three times in a row.
Amanda: Ok. So maybe I'm just a little more coordinated than you are.
Sam: Oh, yeah? All right, I'll show you coordination. How about a game of tennis, Ms. Showoff?
Amanda: No. No, no, anything but tennis. Really, no, really.
Sam: Come on. Come on.
Amanda: No, it's humiliating.
Sam: Come on, come on!
Amanda: How about a jog? What do you think?
Sam: How about you go back to work? What do you think?
Sam: Because you're late. You were supposed to be back there by 2:00.
Amanda: Well, maybe I'll just give them a call and tell them that I'm not coming in for the rest of the day. In fact, I'm having so much fun, I think I'm going to take off tomorrow, too.
Sam: Um, Amanda?
Sam: Is that really fair? You are getting paid.
Amanda: Sam, come on. I canít believe you're complaining. I thought you liked to spend time with me.
Sam: I do like to spend time with you, but not when I know you're avoiding something.
Amanda: What are you talking about?
Jamie: Get some sleep now.
Vicky: Let's hope he stays down for a while this time.
Jamie: He looks like he's getting tired.
Vicky: You're so good with him.
Jamie: I have to go.
Vicky: He calms down every time you hold him.
Jamie: Maybe he should have a blanket on right now. Come on. There we go. Yeah.
Vicky: Jamie, canít you please give us another chance?
Jamie: We had a chance. And you ruined it.
Vicky: Daddy didnít mean that. Just -- he's just mad. You know how he gets. But it's ok because Mommy's here. I'll try anything. I can do anything as long as I have you.
Jakeís voice: You have used me for the last time. Now I am going to get what I want.
Vicky: What are you talking about?
Jake: I'm going to have my family, Vicky.
Vicky: What the hell do you mean?
Jake: I would've given you a break before, but not anymore.
Vicky: What are you talking about, Jake?
Jake: I'm talking about Steven!
Jake: I'm not going to let him grow up with you filling his mind with lies that I'm some rapist!
Vicky: Leave my baby alone!
Jake: I donít take orders from you anymore, Vicky. I'm going to take Steven away from you.
Zack: Told you it was going to be rough.
Jake: I didnít expect that.
Zack: My friend doesn't mince words.
Jake: He made it sound like there's no way in hell I'm going to get my son.
Zack: Well, the courts haven't changed much. I mean, they still grant custody to the mother.
Jake: Unless --
Zack: Unless what?
Jake: Unless I do what he suggested.
Zack: Are you ready for that? Are you ready to go to court? To stand up there and say that?
Jake: I'll say what I have to.
Zack: You have to have proof, Jake.
Jake: Then I'll get it. If it's the only way to get my son, then I'll prove Vickyís an unfit mother.
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