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Another World Transcript Wednesday 6/8/05
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Sharlene: Hello there.
John: Ooh, apple?
Sharlene: Yeah, I always bake pies on Fourth of July.
John: How many have you made?
Sharlene: I don't know, 4 here, 4 in the oven--cherry, apple.
John: Eight pies? Is there a party that I do not know about?
Sharlene: No, just trying to keep busy.
John: Oh. Have you heard from Josie?
Sharlene: If I just knew she was all right. If I just knew that she was not hurting the way I am. [Sighs]
Now you're finally coming home coming home...
Josie: "Dear Mama, I woke up this morning wishing I could smell your apple pies baking in the oven." That's stupid! "Mama, I thought I would take this time to wish you a happy July 4, even though you won't get this on the fourth." So why send it if you're not going to get it on the fourth? "Dear Mama, I just wanted you to know..."
[Knock on door]
Josie: Reuben? Who is it?
[Knock on door]
Cass: [Out of breath] What next?
Stacey: Kitchen stuff.
Cass: [Laughs] Oh, the heavy stuff.
Stacey: Yep. And as soon as we get that all set up, everything is gonna be much easier, I promise.
Cass: Cast-iron pots and the skillets, leaded glassware, solid silver tea service--I just want you to remember that my back has a limited guarantee.
Stacey: You're the best brother, Cass!
Courtney: Thanks, Cass!
Cass: Hey, no problem!
Courtney: We appreciate this.
[Laughs] We had more than we thought.
Stacey: No kidding.
Courtney: Well, just looking at it isn't gonna get the job done.
Courtney: Ok. [Grunting]
Derek: Where do you want it?
Frankie: Ooh, ouch!
Cass: Would you watch where you're going!
Frankie: I'm sorry! Ow!
Cass: Are you ok?
Cass: What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be tailing Lucas?
Frankie: Oh, I was, but something weird was going on, boss.
Frankie: While I was following Lucas--
Frankie: Somebody was following me.
Sharlene: She's just too naive to be in that city by herself.
John: There's nothing we can do about it, Sharlene.
Sharlene: Yes, there is. You know, we can call the police.
John: There is nothing the police can do. Josie's over 18, she left home of her own volition. I think our best bet is Matt.
Sharlene: John, this is New York City. It is a city of 10 million people.
John: I know. Matt is young, he is bright, and he is very determined. And if he loves Josie half as much as I love you, he will find her.
[Knock on door] I promise.
Sharlene: Mr. Sugarman?
Sid: Corporal-Corporal Sugarman. I was on our side, believe me.
Sid: You can call me Sid.
Sharlene: I did not recognize you.
Sid: Yeah, I don't blame you, but I swear to you, I used to be able to fit into this.
Sharlene: You look great. John, the army is here.
Sid: Hey, happy fourth, John.
John: Hey, Sid.
Sid: Beautiful day for it.
Sharlene: Well, I tell you, it is so pretty, let's sit outside, I could make some lemonade.
Sid: Oh, no, honey, not for me, I can't stay. I'm--I'm on a mission.
John: What kind of a mission, Sid?
Sid: Well, I joined the local veterans' association and we're going all out this year to get the younger veterans to come out, especially the guys from Vietnam.
John: Yeah, I got your letter.
Sid: But we did not hear back from you.
Sid: So I decided to ask you in person.
John: Well, I think we're gonna spend the day out here, Sid.
Sid: Well, this is for Sharlene, too, John.
John: What is?
Sid: The celebration; you know, parade, picnic, fireworks.
John: Patriotic speeches?
Sid: Yeah, some.
John: Look, Sid, those holidays with parades and all that stuff just get me to remembering all of the wrong things.
Sid: Well, not all your memories were bad ones, were they?
Sid: You see, what we try to do is concentrate on good things.
John: With all due respect, Sid, my war and yours were very different, and frankly, it wasn't a hell of a lot worth celebrating concerning mine.
[Pounding on door]
Josie: Who is it? Look, whoever it is, just--just go away, please. Reuben!
Reuben: Thanks for coming to my rescue, pal!
Josie: Thanks for telling me it was you, pal!
Reuben: I had a bag of potato chips in my mouth, ok?
Josie: That's no excuse.
Reuben: Just take this, ok?
Josie: You had me scared to death. What is all this stuff anyway?
Reuben: It is a feast. We got some chicken, we got salami, we got bologna, we got potato knishes--
Reuben: Yeah, it's like a delicacy in New York. Don't you know that? What's the matter with you, is you ignorant? Let's see what else we got in here, we got--
Josie: There's more?
Reuben: Oh, yeah--yeah, we got chips, we got dips, we got cookies, we got some chocolate pudding.
[Imitating Bill Cosby]
Josie: Reuben, what are we gonna do with all this food?
Reuben: We're gonna act like other New Yorkers. We gonna go to Central Park and we're gonna have a picnic.
Reuben: What, have you ever been there? That place is so cool, they got bands playing, they got kites flying, they've got clowns, they got jugglers. There is this one guy who's really crazy; this guy dresses up like Jimmy Cagney in the movie "Yankee doodle dandy"--
Josie: Reuben, we can't afford all this food!
Reuben: It is a holiday, Josie. You're not supposed to stick to a budget on a holiday.
Josie: Yeah, and what are we gonna do tomorrow, we just not gonna eat?
Reuben: We can eat leftovers.
Josie: Oh great, chocolate pudding, that's my favorite leftover of all.
Reuben: Josie, come on, will you stop worrying about tomorrow? Josie, let's live in the present. It's the fourth of July, Josie! Here we are, we're in New York City, it is sunny outside. Come on, why don't you split a knish with me? Come on.
Josie: I don't want a knish, whatever it is.
Reuben: Ok--ok fine, why don't you take off one of the blankets of the bed and I'll just pack up the food, ok?
Josie: I don't feel like going on a picnic.
Reuben: How about Coney island? You remember how to get there, right? [Chuckles] We can do some cotton candy, we can check out the fireworks.
Josie: I don't feel like watching fireworks either, Reuben.
Reuben: Josie, I'm not going to leave you here by yourself, ok? Look, I'm going to finish packing up the food, ok?
Josie: Don't you understand, Reuben? I'm not in a fourth of July mood!
Reuben: What kind of mood are you in then? No--no, let me guess, I know, you're in a "Josie misses Matt but won't do nothing about it mood," am I right? Huh?
Josie: That is not fair.
Reuben: Is it fair for you to sit here and feel depressed all day?
Josie: [Laughs] That's not what I'm doing.
Reuben: What would you call it, Josie?
Josie: I just--
Reuben: You just what?
Josie: I just feel like--
Reuben: You just feel lonely and depressed... and you're starting to get me down, too, now.
Josie: Well, then fine, why don't you just leave, why don't you just get away from me?
Reuben: No, I won't! Josie, you're a friend of mine and that means a lot to me, ok? If you miss Matt Cory that much, then why don't you just call him and tell him how you feel?
Matt: What are you doing?
Olivia: I cannot stand the clutter.
Matt: Clutter? These are important papers, this is my stuff!
Olivia: What is your stuff doing in the middle of the living room?
Matt: You know, I had this in perfect order.
Olivia: Well, I almost tripped over it.
Matt: On the table? You almost tripped over it on the table?
Olivia: It's not necessary to yell.
Matt: Were you walking on the table?
Olivia: It looked like garbage.
Matt: What does garbage look like?
Olivia: What kind of a question is that?
Matt: An important one! You see, I would define garbage as anything unnecessary, worthless, and/or offensive. These papers are not only worthwhile, necessary, and inoffensive, they happen to be the only reason why I am in New York.
Olivia: Would you stop being so dramatic?
Matt: These are the notes I made to find Josie and you are throwing them out.
Olivia: Well, how was I supposed to know that?
Matt: Well, you could have asked.
Olivia: And you could have had the consideration not to have your precious notes all over the table that I need to work on my written application to the ballet conservatory.
Matt: You are unbelievable.
Olivia: Have you no respect for my needs?
Olivia: No! You think you're the only person in the world who has anything important to do in his life.
Matt: How can you compare filling out a piece of paper to finding a human being--the human being I happen to be in love with?
Olivia: I was not comparing the two.
Matt: Well, that's the way it sounded to me.
Olivia: Look, I refuse to stand here and allow you to insinuate that my desire to try out for "Romeo and Juliet," one of the greatest love stories of all time, is frivolous compared to your desire to find your girlfriend.
Matt: I didn't--I didn't say your desire was frivolous.
Olivia: But that is what you think. Admit it.
Matt: Olivia, I am willing to share the apartment, not rat on you to your father, I'll even keep my fingers crossed that you get the damn part in the ballet--
Olivia: Oh, how generous.
Matt: ...But you have to respect my efforts to find Josie, because she happens to be the most important person in my life and without her I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do!
Olivia: I'm--I'm sorry, Matt.
Matt: Forget it.
Olivia: I was being insensitive.
Matt: Well, I'm getting used to it.
Olivia: I guess I never realized how much--have you gotten anywhere yet?
Matt: No. I'll be damned if I'm going to be discouraged, even if you're right and she doesn't want to be found.
Olivia: Who's that?
Matt: What? How should I know?
Olivia: Who's at the door?
Russ: No, thanks anyway, but I'm only gonna be here for a couple of hours. Yeah, a hurried visit this time.
Olivia: Oh, my God, it's my father! If he finds me here, I'm dead!
Frankie: What's cooking in Dixie? Hush puppies, country ham, and grits. [Southern accent] Why, shut my mouth!
Cass: I would love to, but I need for you to tell me why you think you're being followed.
Frankie: It's a feeling.
Cass: That's it?
Frankie: I left the office late last night. As I stepped out into the corridor I thought I saw someone pull back around the corner down the end.
Cass: You thought?
Frankie: And then, when I got into the parking lot, I started my car and a split-second later somebody fired theirs up. And then as I drove off, they followed me.
Cass: All the way home?
Frankie: I'm not so sure about that part.
Cass: You're not too sure about very much are you, Frankie?
Frankie: It's a gut feeling.
Cass: Either that or your hyperactive imagination.
Frankie: I have a professional instinct about these things.
Cass: Yeah, yeah, so you've told me.
Frankie: Fine, you come with me then!
Cass: Me, go with you?
Frankie: Yeah, on the Lucas stakeout.
Cass: What am I gonna do on a stakeout?
Frankie: Check to see that nobody is following me.
Cass: Frankie, you're the one who volunteered to handle the surveillance on this case. You're just going to have to surveil by yourself.
Frankie: Whatever you say.
Cass: I say let's get these books inside. Here, I'll take this one.
Frankie: Hey, Derek, you helping out?
Cass: Captain monosyllable strikes again.
Frankie: So where do these go?
Cass: Well, let's take a wild stab at it, Frankie, where do you think a cookbook would go? In the shower!
Frankie: I am so glad I asked.
Cass: Come on, let's put them up here for now.
Courtney: Did you know that Derek was coming to help out today?
Stacey: No, I did not.
Courtney: And just how do you feel about it?
Stacey: Hey, let's take a break. Cass, Frankie, I got some juice, sodas, what can I get you?
Frankie: Nothing for me, thanks.
Ronnie: Uh, Cass?
Cass: Hey, Ronnie.
Ronnie: Hi. Look, I'm sorry to bother you, but Zack said you'd be here.
Cass: Oh, please, bother me, that way I won't have to make anymore trips up and down those stairs.
Ronnie: Uh, look, it's Reuben, I'm worried about him.
Cass: Why, what's wrong?
Ronnie: Well, he moved out of his boarding house and didn't tell our family, and Jesse has no idea where he's gone.
Stacey: Cass, I told you!
Ronnie: What? Why?
Stacey: That something was wrong.
Cass: Reuben hasn't been to work for a couple of days.
Ronnie: You know something, Frankie?
Frankie: Nothing for sure, but I have this feeling.
Ronnie: Well, tell me.
Frankie: I think Reuben's left town, Ronnie. It's probably all my fault.
Sharlene: Sid, neither one of us is in much of a fourth of July mood.
Sid: It's ok.
Sid: It's all right. I tried.
Sharlene: I have a good idea. I baked up a batch of pies--some apple, cherry--there's no way that John and I are going to finish them all. What about your guys at the picnic, the vets?
Sid: Sure, we got some pretty good appetites down there.
Sharlene: I got some pies, it's perfect. Let me--let me make you up a basket.
John: I'm--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come down on you like that.
Sid: Hey, come on now, don't worry about it.
John: Vietnam screwed up a lot of people, including me. I'm just starting to come to terms with it now.
Sid: Yeah, I understand and I respect your feelings.
John: I wish I did not have them, but they're still there.
Sid: You know, people keep talking about how the guys in World War II are different from the guys who fought in Vietnam.
John: At least you guys knew why you were there and the people back home backed you up.
Sid: Yeah, but all wars come down to the same thing, John--a lot of people killing each other. Even if you survive, your life is never the same.
Sid: I don't know what you lost, I lost the woman I loved, Ada; when I came back she had married somebody else.
John: Sid, I didn't mean to imply that I was the only one who suffered.
Sid: John, it's never too late to rebuild, never. Ada and I, maybe we have another chance.
John: Good for you.
Sid: Yeah, I'm hoping, but who knows?
Sharlene: Well, if I do say so myself, these might be the best pies in the state.
Sid: Hey, I'm sure of that.
Sharlene: You and your guys enjoy them.
Sid: God bless you.
John: Give our love to Ada.
Sid: Yeah, thanks, John, I will.
Sharlene: Thank you.
Sid: Yeah. Oh, John, you know July 4 is not about war, at least not to me. It is about the beginning of the greatest experiment in history. Democracy, that's a pretty hard concept to beat. Look at Russia, China. Suddenly democracy is on everybody's lips, people want freedom. Not that we have it down perfect here yet, but it started here. It has been growing for over 200 years. That is something to celebrate.
Matt: Russ! It's good to--I was not expecting to see you, so surprised--
Russ: I'm on my way to Geneva, I got a few hours before my--
Matt: A few hours?
Russ: Yeah, so I figured why hang around Kennedy Airport when I can come in, enjoy the city, and see how Matt's doing?
Matt: Right, well, I'm fine--I'm fine.
Russ: I am delighted to hear that. This is fantastic.
Matt: What's fantastic? Wait! Where are you going?
Russ: I always forget what a sensational view there is from this terrace.
Matt: Great. Stop, don't go out there!
Russ: What do you mean? What? Don't go out there?
Matt: Yeah, this--oh, that's a bad idea to go out there.
Russ: Matt, what is the matter with you, why are you so nervous?
Matt: Well, it's the men working.
Russ: What men?
Matt: There's some men working out there on the windows and gutters, cleaning it out. Well, they're not out there now, but they're going to be, so they told us to keep the terraces clear.
Russ: I've never heard of such a thing.
Matt: Neither have I. Actually, I was going to complain, but the more we argue--
Russ: So we're supposed to stay off the terrace?
Matt: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Actually, I think it is a good idea, because--I mean, it's noisy out there, it's hot, it's sooty. Don't you hate the soot? I mean, all from the buses coming--
Russ: Matt, what the heck are you talking about?
Matt: You know, we never get a chance to talk. Did you ever notice that? We never talk. Sit down, tell me about your trip, how'd it go? How'd it go in Geneva?
Russ: Matt, I haven't been yet, I am now on my way.
Matt: That's right, you're going.
Matt: That's why you're here, to go to Geneva.
Russ: Yeah, you've got it.
Matt: Ok, that can be kind of confusing, I guess, if you're coming--
Russ: Well, not to me, no.
Matt: Oh, and I, uh--
Russ: And you what?
Matt: Well, you know, I would love to go to Geneva. I really would, and I thank you for your offer, but it is just not the right time.
Russ: Matt-Matt, hold it--hold it! What are you so upset about?
Russ: Is it Josie?
Russ: Well, how is your search going?
Matt: Badly. It's--let's face it, this is a big city, it's almost impossible. What am I sitting on?
Russ: What is that?
Matt: Well, it's kind of a--
Russ: Wait, let me see--let me see.
Matt: It's kind of a--
Russ: I know what that is, that is a leotard. It looks very much like--like one of Olivia's.
Reuben: Yankee doodle went to town riding on his pony--
Reuben: ...Hooray for the red white and blue over there--
Reuben: ...Over there 'cause our boys had gone
[Mumbles lyrics] Over there 'cause the yanks are coming the yanks are coming hey, you know what's a good one?
Oh beautiful for spacious skies--
Josie: Why don't you try not singing?
Reuben: ...For amber waves of grain what exactly is an amber wave of grain anyway?
Josie: I don't really care.
Reuben: Yeah, I bet you don't care. All you care about is just sitting here in this stifling hot room acting like it is the end of the world.
Josie: I'm trying to read.
Reuben: Well, I'm trying to cheer you up.
Josie: Well, it's not working!
Reuben: Fine then! Why don't you just stay here and read that boring book while other people are out with their blood running through their veins. Josie! Nah, I'm gonna hang out with some other people, people who won't sit around--who won't act so depressed all the time!
Josie: Reuben! Reuben! What about all this food? Reuben! [Sighs]
Frankie: You guys had just had that talk.
Ronnie: Yeah, in your office.
Frankie: Yeah, and I was right there. And after you left, he asked me, "what do you do when no one in your family understands you?"
Ronnie: So what did you tell him?
Frankie: Oh, I'm so sorry, Ronnie.
Cass: What did you tell him, Frankie?
Frankie: I said that what I usually did was I picked up and left town.
Cass: Oh, brilliant, Frankie; real responsible advice to give a troubled kid.
Ronnie: No, Cass, if Reuben's left town, it's nobody's fault but mine. I was so busy trying to protect Jesse, trying to make sure he was getting all the breaks, I did not have time for Reuben.
Cass: None of us have given Reuben a lot of time, have we?
Ronnie: Yeah, but I was always on his case, trying to make him feel like he was messing up all our lives.
Courtney: I'm sure that is not true, Ronnie.
Ronnie: Now I guess he's in real trouble with the parole board, isn't he?
Cass: With all due respect to the law, we do not have to let the parole board know just yet.
Stacey: Right! Listen, we'll just tell them that he's on the job as usual, ok?
Cass: Yeah, this won't go on for long, but at least it'll give you a chance to trail him.
Ronnie: Well, where do I start?
Courtney: Ok. Reuben is basically a good kid. He will be back.
Derek: Excuse me.
Courtney: Oh, terrific Derek.
Stacey: Is there anything else left in the van?
Derek: There was just two boxes marked "kitchen."
Courtney: We don't need to get that stuff right now. I vote we call it a day on the move and let's hit it to the park for picnic and fireworks!
Cass: I second that one.
Frankie: No picnic for me, I'm working.
Cass: Oh, too bad. I think picnic and fireworks sounds great, Courtney. What about Zack, where is he?
Ronnie: He's home, I'll get him, but look, it's gonna drive me crazy if we don't get those boxes up. If it is only two, why don't we--
Derek: I'll get them.
Courtney: Oh, no, you've done more than enough. Ronnie and I'll go get them. Come on.
Frankie: I'll leave with you guys. I'll see you later.
Cass: Happy surveilling.
Frankie: See ya!
Cass: So where should we all meet?
Stacey: Well, I figure the bandstand; that's where the fireworks are, right?
Cass: Sounds good. I'll go home, take a shower, and I'll meet you all there.
Stacey: Ok, terrific. See ya, Cass.
Cass: See ya.
Stacey: So, you'll be coming with us, won't you?
Derek: I've got some place to go and so do you.
Stacey: What do you mean?
Derek: Well, that's why I came here today was to ask you, but I didn't get a chance. I've got some place for us to go, it would just be the two of us. Will you come?
Sharlene: You know something? I know Sid meant well. I don't think he understands what Vietnam was really like.
John: Actually, I think he understands very well. I'll be back in a little while.
Sharlene: What are you doing?
John: Just save me one of those pies.
Sharlene: John Hudson, what are you up to? John?
Josie: Hi, Mama.
Josie: I was hoping you'd be home.
Sharlene: Where else would I be?
Josie: I don't even know what time it is.
Sharlene: Oh, well, it's 3:00, it's 10 after-Josie, where are you? No--not that I have to know, honey. I do not want to pressure you to tell me if you do not want to.
Josie: I'm in New York.
Sharlene: New York City? Is that all you are going to tell me?
Josie: I can't give you an address, Mama, I don't want you sending anyone after me.
Sharlene: Honey, I wouldn't-I won't--I want to know that you are ok. I promise not to interfere.
Josie: I'm--I'm great, I love it here. I have a great apartment, it is really sunny, and everyone is really nice here.
Josie: And it's easy to get around.
Sharlene: Oh, you use the subways?
Josie: [Laughs] Do I use the subways? I am a genius on the subways.
Sharlene: And are you working?
Josie: Well, not yet, but there's tons of possibilities. I had lots of interviews this week and I have lots more next week, so I'll just be--you know, I'll just have to choose what I want.
Sharlene: Well, that is good news. That is very good news. Honey, do you have enough money to tide you over--until you choose the right job, I mean?
Josie: I can take care of myself.
Sharlene: I know that, I didn't mean to--
Josie: You know, the only reason that I called is because I didn't want you to have the National Guard out looking for me.
Sharlene: Josie, I have been concerned. And I am so happy to hear--
Josie: I really--I really have to go, I'm supposed to meet some friends for a picnic in Central Park. Hold on--I'll be right there, guys.
Josie: I really have to go.
Sharlene: I know you have to go, but I wanted you to know that I was thinking of you because this morning I baked a bunch of pies and the first crust got burnt and I remember when--
Josie: Good-bye, Mama!
Sharlene: Josie? [Sighs]
Matt: Yeah--gosh, that is a leotard, isn't it?
Russ: Yes, it is a leotard. It looks exactly like one that Olivia has--
Matt: No, it's not, it's not at all like that. Similar, but judging by your reaction--
Matt: Yes! That's quite a coincidence then.
Russ: What are you talking about, Matt?
Matt: Well, that it looks like Olivia's. But it's not Olivia's--it doesn't belong to Olivia. It's not hers, it's Josie's.
Russ: Oh, Josie's.
Matt: Well, it doesn't belong to Josie yet because I have not given it to her, I just bought it yesterday.
Russ: Hold it now, you bought Josie a leotard as a present?
Matt: Yeah, it's never too late to get in shape, you know.
Russ: Yeah. But you know, the thing about Olivia's, I always thought it was such an unusual color.
Matt: Well, yes, you're right. That is an unusual color. And I had to search far and wide to find this color--
Russ: Oh, I'll bet.
Matt: ...It is a lavender--a lavender leotard. But hey, it's her favorite color so what am I gonna do?
Matt: You can't kick 'em out. So, what's Olivia doing this week?
Russ: Oh, Olivia's off on a camping trip with some friends.
Matt: That's right, she told me all about it.
Russ: Did she really?
Matt: Went on and on about how excited she was. She's going to have a great time.
Russ: I am delighted to hear that, and I think it's very important for her to make friends in Bay City.
Matt: Oh, vitally, vitally.
Russ: Well, I must tell you, at first I was afraid it was not going to happen. But now, see I'm really excited about this trip because I think it might just be a turning point for her.
Matt: Oh yeah, definite turning point--yeah, yeah. So, when's your flight?
Russ: Oh, I've got a couple hours yet.
Matt: A couple of hours? Are you serious?
Russ: Well, yeah. I don't have to leave right this minute--
Matt: Wait a minute, you have to go right now if you only have a couple of hours.
Russ: Why, what are you talking about?
Matt: Are you kidding? Russ-Russ, this is New York City.
Russ: Yeah, I know where I am, Matt.
Matt: The traffic is unbelievable, it is mind-boggling.
Russ: On the fourth of July?
Matt: Especially on the fourth of July. I heard the news this morning, it is bumper to bumper on every highway, especially from here to the airport. Are you catching a cab?
Matt: It's impossible to get a cab today. You won't get a cab, it'll take you two hours just to get a cab.
Russ: All right--all right, you might be right about that, Matt.
Matt: Trust me. I'm not trying to get rid of you or anything, it's just that, you know, I'm kind of panicky about making flights and being late and stuff like that.
Russ: Ok, I understand.
Matt: And if you missed your flight to Geneva because I was sitting here rattling on and on about my life--
Russ: That would be awful.
Matt: Oh, I couldn't live with myself.
Russ: I know, ok.
Matt: I am sorry to act like such a weirdo, but--
Russ: That's perfectly all right.
Matt: ...Ok, that's too bad you have to go now, but thanks for stopping by--
Russ: My pleasure, my pleasure.
Matt: It was great seeing you.
Russ: Yeah, you, too. And listen, do say hello to Josie if--when you find her, huh?
Russ: Ok, see ya.
Matt: Ok, take care! Bye.
Matt: Thank God! You can come out now!
Matt: What a nightmare.
Olivia: What took you so long?
Matt: What took me so long? Do you think it's easy to kick a man out of his own apartment?
Olivia: What's that sticking out of your pocket?
Matt: This damn leotard!
Olivia: Matthew! You've smushed it all up.
Matt: Oh, I smushed your leotard. First I can't get your father out of the apartment fast enough, then I smushed your leotard. Well, I'm sorry.
Olivia: There, that's better.
Matt: You know, it wouldn't kill you to thank me. You can thank me, you know.
Matt: What do you mean "what?" I saved your you-know-what.
Olivia: Yeah, I guess you did.
Matt: Yeah, I guess so.
Olivia: You did.
Matt: Oh, I did? Thank you for acknowledging that, that's great.
Olivia: Well, I can do better than that.
Frankie: Hmm. Having a kind of quiet fourth, aren't you, Lucas? Hey, what's going--
Frankie: Oh, it's you.
Cass: How you doing?
Frankie: Thanks! Oh, boy, it is not every boss who'd bring take-out to the troops, especially on a national holiday.
Cass: It must be 120 degrees in here.
Frankie: That's 'cause you got your jacket on, stupid. The first rule of a stake-out is to dress right.
Cass: Well, excuse me.
Frankie: You dropped something.
Cass: I'll take those, Frankie.
Frankie: "C.S.," Hmm. Cass Sinthrop?
Cass: Thank you very much for the keys, Frankie.
Frankie: Now, C.S., Oh, now these couldn't belong to Caroline Stafford, could they? [Australian accent] Ms. Down under? These wouldn't be her keys, would they?
Cass: It is none of your business, Frankie. We're not here to discuss my private life.
Cass: What's this? Who do you know at the FBI?
Frankie: Did I say I knew somebody at the FBI?
Cass: This is an FBI computer printout on Lucas. Where did you get it?
Frankie: I told you I was no amateur.
Cass: Come on, Frankie, how did you come by it?
Frankie: Are you always this serious?
Frankie: You, Cass Winthrop.
Cass: Now that is funny.
Frankie: Is it?
Cass: Yeah, people used to always wonder if I was ever serious about anything.
Frankie: [Scoffs] That is hard to believe.
Cass: Maybe, but it's true.
Frankie: When did you change?
Cass: I do not think I have. Well, maybe just a little.
Frankie: What did you use to do that people never thought you were serious?
Cass: What didn't we do?
Cass: Yeah. Me, Felicia, and Wallingford, we were the 3 musketeers. We used to get into the craziest situations. I don't know how, it would just happen, one caper right after the other. Those were great times. Those were really great times.
Frankie: How did Kathleen fit in?
Cass: How do you know about Kathleen?
Frankie: I've heard people talk about her. I know that she died.
Cass: Kathleen understood. She became of the gang, that is why I fell--what the hell is this, I thought that I just said that my private life was off-limits?
Frankie: I never asked, I was not even listening.
Stacey: Wow, look at this.
Derek: Nice, huh?
Stacey: It is incredible. It is beautiful--this is a better view than from Tops.
Derek: It is my favorite place in the city.
Stacey: It looks like you can see Chicago from here. Look at all the sailboats out there.
Derek: You've probably gone sailing, right?
Stacey: Yeah. We used to have a boat called the Mainstay. This is incredible.
Derek: I've come here most every day since the weather turned warm. At night, the stars--millions, billions of them.
Stacey: Oh, look, there is the bandstand. It looks like half of Bay City is there.
Derek: Would you rather have gone with your friends?
Derek: You hungry?
Derek: For food.
Stacey: Yeah, I'm starved, as a matter of fact.
Derek: I got some chicken over at the Fried Chicken Place on Third Avenue.
Stacey: Weiman's southern fried chicken?
Stacey: That's my favorite. Oh, great!
Stacey: What is so funny?
Derek: Nothing. I just never saw you like this before. You look really beautiful.
John: Sorry I'm late, it took me a lot longer than I thought.
Sharlene: Good, you're back.
John: There certainly wasn't much traffic--
John: ...I guess everybody does their shopping the day before--
Sharlene: John, she called!
Sharlene: Josie called.
Sharlene: Just a few minutes ago.
John: I knew she would.
Sharlene: You have no idea how it felt to hear her.
John: How is she?
Sharlene: She is ok--she is ok. She's in an apartment, sunny--
John: What else?
Sharlene: Well, she didn't go into much detail. She tried to make it seem like everything was terrific.
John: You don't seem like you're buying that.
Sharlene: No, I don't buy that. My mother's intuition tells me that she is not painting quite such a perfect picture.
John: Well, never mind, she called, she is all right, and we're together. [Laughs]
Sharlene: What have you got?
John: Oh, well, look at this, I got some charcoal, I've got some California wine, and a little steak.
John: Yes, have a look.
Sharlene: [Laughs] This is steak? John, these are--these are beautiful.
John: Yes. Look at them. Not just any old steak.
Sharlene: [Gasps] Filet mignon?
John: Yeah. We are going to celebrate. Come on, where is the corkscrew?
Sharlene: I did not think you were in the mood for celebrating.
John: Well, you know, it was something that Sid mentioned. July 4 is not about war, it's about the good stuff; life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness. I mean, where else but in the United States would they be silly enough to guarantee you the right to pursue happiness? And put it in the constitution? Come here. Follow me. How's that? Rather fourth of July-ish, don't you think?
John: What do you say we go inside and pursue a little happiness?
Sharlene: [Laughs] Smooth creamy jell-o pudding with real sundae topping.
Olivia: I was wondering where you were.
Matt: Did you hear the fireworks?
Olivia: Yeah. I wish I didn't, I need to get some sleep. Look, I don't want to be disturbed, all right? I have to have rest for my audition.
Matt: Yeah, right, I'll try to keep it down out here, ok?
Olivia: Great. Matthew? Thanks again for--before.
Olivia: Good night.
Oh beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife who more than self their country loved and mercy more than life
John: Now I think I'm getting to like this July 4 business.
Sharlene: What is not to like? Steak, wine, fireworks.
...May God thy gold refine...
Sharlene: I think it's the best one I have ever had.
John: Best kiss?
John: Well, maybe next year we'll go to the big celebration in town.
Sharlene: Are you still going to be here next year?
John: I am not going anywhere.
Oh beautiful for spacious skies for amber waves of grain for purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain but now wait a minute! I'm talking about America! Sweet America! You know, God done shed his grace on thee! He--he--he crowned thy good yes, he did with brotherhood from sea to shining sea!
Cass: Well, this has been a great fourth.
Frankie: Go home, Cass. Lucas isn't coming out tonight. There's nobody following me, it's probably my imagination, you were right. So, there's no point in both of us losing some sleep. Go home.
Cass: I'm gonna go for coffee; how do you like yours?
Frankie: Black and strong.
Cass: Ooh, that comes as a great surprise to me. Be right back.
From sea to shining sea!
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