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Another World Transcript Monday 6/13/05
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Proofread by Daniel
Matt: Watts. Yes, Josie Watts. Uh-huh. Well, could you ask someone else at the desk? Maybe she--I see. Thank you. Yes, I'll try again tomorrow. Thank you. They're all nuts. They're nuts. No, I'm not done using the phone. At this rate I may be on it all day--possibly the rest of my life, ok?
Olivia: Be my guest. What?
Matt: Did you sign up for your audition?
Matt: I thought the Manhattan ballet conservatory was the be all, end all. You're gonna get the part "Juliet," and then it's instant fame, right?
Olivia: [Sighs] It's going to be a lot tougher than I thought.
Matt: Yes, well, finding Josie is a lot tougher than I thought it was gonna be, but I'm not giving up.
Matt: Let's see--
Olivia: I hope you find her, Matthew. I really do. What?
Matt: You're being nice.
Olivia: Matthew, I care about you and Josie.
Matt: Ok, Olivia! What do you want?
Russ: Ok, Jamie. Temperature--we got a temperature?
Jamie: It's slightly elevated, but we're running a serial E.K.G. right now.
Russ: Ok, that certainly ought to tell you. If it turns out it is a tampanite, remember, call Dr. Simmons.
Russ: Anything else?
Jamie: No, that's it.
Russ: Ok, I got to run. It's all yours.
Jamie: Thanks, Russ.
Jamie: Marley, hi.
Marley: Hi. I'm sure you're busy. I'm--
Jamie: No. No, no. I've got some--I got a few minutes. Yeah, come on. Let's walk down this way. Listen, I understand that you--you moved to the love tower. Have you made any decisions?
Marley: Not yet. Really, um... but I do know one thing.
Jamie: What's that?
Marley: I will not let my sister make me suffer ever again.
Vicky: You will not believe this! Talk about out of the blue!
Donna: I wish you'd shut the door. You have a terrible habit of not shutting the door.
Vicky: Do you know what Jamie is up to?
Donna: Would you like some tea?
Vicky: Mother, he wants a legal separation, but he wonít leave the house. Do you believe--
Donna: I could make you some nice iced tea. Would you like some tea?
Vicky: You've been cry-- no, I donít care about the tea. You're worse than Bridget! What's wrong? What is wrong, Mom? Mom?
Vicky: What happened?
Donna: After he talked to you, he came home, and...he left. He's gone.
[Horse neighs in distance]
Sharlene: Mm. Uh! Whoo! I tell you, with you around in the morning even doing the chores is a little bit of fun.
John: Just a little bit?
Sharlene: Aren't you supposed to be at the hospital pretty soon?
John: Oh, true.
[Laughs] Why do you always say things that are true just when I start enjoying myself?
Sharlene: I like to see you suffer.
John: Oh, that's what it is.
Sharlene: Yeah. I mean, you donít have to help if you donít want to. I mean, if you've got some things you got to be doing--
John: No, no, I want to help, and I'm in no rush to go anywhere.
Sharlene: Oh, good.
John: How many eggs do you think we'll get out of these ladies today?
Michael: Uh... hi, look, I'm sorry. I...
[Sharlene chuckles] You guys look great.
John: What are you doing here, Mike?
Olivia: What makes you think I want something?
Matt: I told you. You're being nice.
Olivia: I canít be nice for no reason?
Matt: You donít do anything without a reason. What is it?
Olivia: You know, when I got the invitation to try out, I thought I was something special.
Matt: I guess you must be.
Olivia: Matthew, there were 260 girls at the sign-up this morning.
Matt: 260! All for Juliet?
Olivia: Yes. But I still think I'm the best. I know that.
Matt: 260. Isnít that kind of tough odds for one part?
Olivia: Yeah, but I've been working the room, Matthew. I--I know I'm the best.
Matt: 260. How do you even get recognized in a crowd like that? Or do they audition everyone individually?
Olivia: Oh, yeah, individually.
Olivia: But I've been thinking... I definitely need a plan, you know? Something that will make me stand out.
Matt: A plan.
Olivia: The ballet master's name is Ivan Narvo. He decides who gets cast.
Matt: You know him.
Olivia: Oh, no. But I know a few things about him. He likes to party, and he goes to a place called the Spotlight Club a lot.
Matt: The Spotlight Club.
Olivia: I figure I'll have to accidentally meet him or something. That way I'll stand out in his mind when he sees me audition.
Matt: I think you better just keep rehearsing.
Olivia: Matthew, I've been rehearsing as many hours as I can--every day.
Matt: What I mean is this Narvo char
acter is going to want the best dancer, not someone who sucked up to him at a bar.
Olivia: That's not what I'd do. I'd establish rapport.
Matt: Ok. Whatever you say. No big deal.
Olivia: Anyway, so I think what I need to do now is watch his place so I know when he leaves.
Matt: You're going to stake out his apartment?
Olivia: Well, I have to know where he goes. That way I can run into him.
Matt: Amazing. Amazing.
Olivia: The only problem is... that I canít be the one watching him; he might recognize me.
Matt: Yeah, well, good luck to you.
Olivia: So, I need somebody to help me.
Matt: Aha! I knew it. I knew it. That's why you're so concerned about Josie and me.
Matt: No way, Olivia. No way.
>> They have a new expression along old Harlem way
Reuben: All right, welcome to the Spotlight Club.
Josie: Reuben, what are we doing here?
Reuben: Well, I thought it might be a good idea if we, um...kind of got out, you know? We canít stay cooped up in that hotel room all day.
Josie: Well, yeah, I agree. But this isnít out; this is in. Out is out there.
Reuben: Mm-hmm. Yeah, looks ok to me, too.
Josie: I saw a help wanted sign outside. Is that why we're here?
Josie: Are you here looking for a job?
Josie: Well, yeah. I mean, since I had to reschedule my modeling appointment for next week I thought maybe one of us should get a job.
Reuben: Ok, tell you what. Let's, uh--let's regroup, and then we'll talk about it later.
Josie: This looks like a pretty cool place to work.
Reuben: We'll see. I mean, we'll eat and then we'll talk, ok?
Josie: We're here to eat?
Reuben: I said we'll see, ok?
Josie: Well, we ought to look at a menu--
Reuben: No, no donít do that, donít do that.
Josie: We're not here to eat then.
Reuben: Josie, I said we'll see, ok?
Josie: What is with you?
Reuben: What, what, what, what?
Josie: You're not even listening to me.
Reuben: Josie, what is the matter?
Josie: You drag me in here, but not so that you're gonna look for a job, and we're not eating, so what is going on?
Reuben: I'm--it's--I have something I want to do, ok? Yo, Tess! Tess. How you been? Funny bumping into you here.
Michael: Look, I hope you donít mind. I was just, uh--
Sharlene: No, it's great to see you. Anytime.
Michael: I was over at Mom's, and I decided to take a walk and--
John: Mom all right?
Michael: ...Wound up here. Mom's fine, yeah. Say, you know, your place is what--60, 70 acres?
Sharlene: No--oh, no. No, it's a lot smaller than that. Maybe 40, I think--somewhere in there.
Michael: Well, I guess my memory must be failing me. And my eyes--I donít have the old eagle eye I used to have.
John: Kind of an odd time for a visit, isnít it?
John: This hour of the morning you're usually on the phone to Europe before the markets close.
Michael: Nah, I'm not doing any business today.
Michael: Nah, big boss gave himself a big day off.
Sharlene: Well, I hope you'll excuse me. I'm gonna get started on some things in the house. Good to see you.
Michael: Good to see you, Sharlene.
Michael: Well, I really got to get out to see Mom more often.
John: What's going on, Mike?
Michael: Sometimes she comes into the city, and I just take her to lunch--take her to dinner. I just never get out to see her here. She really likes Sharlene, though. You know, boy, Sharlene and she--they can talk. Good friends, you know?
John: Yeah, they really get along. You want to tell me what's going on--
Michael: Do you remember the time when I was 12 years old and--and...I wanted to go out looking for birds' eggs, and you said--yeah, you said, "No, donít go near the nest there 'cause the mother bird wonít come back to it"?
John: You fell out of the tree.
Michael: Well, as I recall it, the limb broke.
John: Same thing, your arm was just as broken.
Michael: I was a fool then. I just mean that, uh, somewhere, you know, in--I believed that old limb was gonna support me.
John: Mike, do you want to tell me what's going on? What's wrong?
Michael: She let me down, John. You know, the best time of my life was that summer... when I met Donna.
John: Is that what this is about--Donna? What happened? What's going on, Mike?
Michael: She's lying to me again, John. She's lying to me.
Marley: I know this isnít the easiest thing in the world for us to talk about.
Jamie: No, that's for sure.
Marley: Um...but we've got to do it because we're involved in it whether we would like to be or not.
Jamie: 'Cause we just canít sit back and let things happen. Not anymore.
Marley: Well, that's what Vicky counts on me doing--just sitting around, and after what Jake did--
Jamie: Listen, Marley, I've gone ahead and hired a lawyer.
Marley: You have?
Marley: So you and Vicky are separated--
Jamie: No, no, that was one thing I was very emphatic about. Donít move out.
Marley: So Vicky left?
Jamie: No, no, she said she wonít.
Marley: I donít--
Jamie: In custody cases it's important for it not to look like I'm abandoning my son.
Marley: Of course. And...if Stephen is Jakeís son.
Jamie: Then it'll be between Vicky and Jake. And that's one thing I donít like to think about.
Marley: Just the thought of the two of them together. Sorry.
Jamie: Uh, have you talked to Jake about it?
Marley: No, he wanted to, but I couldn't stand to be in the house with him any longer.
Jamie: So you moved out last night.
Marley: I have to talk to Vicky.
Jamie: Listen, if you want to be alone with her, just let me know, and I wonít--I'll make sure I'm not there.
Marley: It's strange.
Jamie: What is?
Marley: Victoria and I have gotten so close, or... at least I thought we had.
Jamie: Yeah, I know the feeling. Believe me.
Marley: Jamie, I want you to know something.
Jamie: What's that?
Marley: When Vicky came to Bay City and we would talk, all she would talk about was you and how much she loves you.
Jamie: Well, she sure has a strange way of showing it, doesn't she?
Marley: It doesn't make me hate the situation any less, but... I thought you should know.
Donna: It was awful. He was furious. He just stormed out of here.
Vicky: Mom, he was really hurt that we didnít tell him about all this.
Donna: But it was all so uncalled for. I mean, I--I know that he feels he had a reason for it.
Vicky: He was upset.
Donna: But he didnít let me talk him out of it. I suppose that if he needed to get that angry about it, it was all right, but I--he wouldnít let me talk him out of it.
Vicky: Well, I haven't seen him this mad since--since you and Uncle John--
Donna: Oh, Victoria, this is an entirely different situation.
Vicky: I know, but he was this up--
Donna: I donít know why I'm making such a big ordeal of this. Michael will just have to get over this.
Vicky: Well, do you think... he will?
Donna: Of course I do. He loves me. He's probably going to come walking through the door any second with a big bunch of flowers. He always brings me a lot of flowers when he wants to say he's sorry.
Vicky: Mom? Now you said yourself he was furious. He feels like we totally shut him out. He--
Donna: That's absurd!
Vicky: Is it?
Donna: I didnít do it to hurt him, I did it to protect you and Marley.
Vicky: From Dad?
Donna: Victoria, this wasn't easy, you know? There were times when I'd literally hurt inside because I--I didnít feel that I could tell him these things.
Vicky: I know. I'm--I'm responsible, too.
Donna: No, you're not. It was not your decision.
Vicky: Now it backfired.
Donna: Yes, it did. But Michaelís going to understand. He's going to get over this. He's--he's--I mean, what did I really do? What have I really, really done?
Vicky: It's--it's not what you've done. He feels like you cut him out.
Donna: But I didnít. I distinctly remember when he asked about you and Jamie, and you were having all of that trouble in your marriage--
Vicky: And...What did you say?
Donna: Well, I glossed over that one, actually. I--I said that you were adjusting to the marriage. But I remember another time when he asked about Jake, and Jake was putting all that pressure on you--
Donna: ...And I--I said to... but there was another time when I said that--that--he wanted-- oh, God. Oh, God. I've been lying. I've been constantly lying.
Vicky: Now you canít get really upset about this because you said yourself you think it will work out, right?
Donna: Your father says I donít want it to work out.
Donna: He said that I want to be in charge all the time when it comes to you and Marley, and he said even if he couldn't be a part of my life he wants to be a part of your life, and that's exactly what he said. That's exactly--
Vicky: He was just--he was angry.
Donna: I canít just sit here and wait for him. I have to do something.
Michael: So I told her, man. I told her we were gonna do things my way or we weren't gonna do them at all. Then I left.
John: Well, if Vickyís baby is actually--
[Sigh] Oh, well, skip that. That's nobody's problem but theirs. You say the Coryís donít know?
Michael: No, I--Jamieís only known for about a month. But Donna--Donna knew--Donna knew before the wedding.
John: Well, not gonna go any further than this. I'm not gonna tell anybody. How is Vicky handling this?
Michael: Vicky hates herself.
John: What about Marley?
Michael: I donít know, I just saw Marley for a couple of minutes, but--
John: Yeah, I can imagine.
Michael: John, this is tearing my whole family apart, and she refused to tell me.
John: Maybe Donna was afraid it would tear you apart, too?
Michael: That's just it, you see--afraid. Donnaís always afraid of something. That's what's so infuriating. She refuses to change.
Michael: Look, she lied to me, John. And she's been lying to me since she came to Bay City.
John: Oh, no, no. Look, I donít think that that's true. I mean, she probably just tried to smooth things over without involving you.
John: That's all. What--so she made a mistake.
Michael: A mistake! Look, my daughter needs a parent, not a co-conspirator.
John: Look, Mike, all I'm trying to say is that I really doubt that Donna intentionally deceived you.
Michael: Well--well, though, then tell me, why donít you, what the purpose of a lie is, huh?
John: Not everybody has your sense of morality.
Michael: Am I a fool for expecting my wife to be honest with me about my daughter?
John: No, that's not what I'm saying.
Michael: What is it, John? Is it--is it me? I mean, do I do something where she canít tell me the truth?
John: Mike, you're upset. Why donít you just give this some time?
Michael: John, when we were 16--when we first met, we could talk about anything. Everything. What happened to us? What happened to her? You're right, man. I am upset!
John: But you'll get over it.
Michael: Look at me. Here I am...the guy with all the answers, and I'm asking you about my family.
John: Listen, why donít I call the hospital? I'll, uh, tell them I'm not coming in today.
Michael: No, John. Come on, it's a new job, man. It's important.
John: It's not as important as this.
Michael: Really. I think maybe I can use the time alone.
John: You sure?
Michael: I'm positive.
John: Call me if you want to talk.
Michael: Thank you. What happened?
Vicky: Now, I know what it's like to be panicked, but you have to calm down because you donít think when you're this upset.
Donna: But he might never come back!
Vicky: Do you want some tea!?
Donna: [Laughing] There we go with the tea again. No, I donít. I know that you're right. I have to calm myself down. I have to get myself together.
Vicky: Good, do you know where he is?
Donna: No, I donít. He just stormed out and I've been too embarrassed to be making phone calls everywhere.
Vicky: We can still find him.
Donna: Well, maybe he's at the love tower.
Donna: Oh, no, he wouldnít stay there. Oh, no, what if he's gone to Iris?
Vicky: Iris Wheeler? Why would he go to I--
Donna: He wouldnít. He wouldnít.
Vicky: Is something going on that I--
Donna: My mind is just racing. No, he wouldnít.
Donna: I'll get that. Just hold this for a second. This might be him. Hello? Oh, hi, Clara. Well, yes, of course I know he's there. Well, it's very nice of you to call anyway. Well, it's minor, you know. All right, well, thanks so much for calling. Bye-bye.
Vicky: All right!
Donna: All right, he spent the night at his mother's farm.
Vicky: Good, we know where he is.
Donna: Yeah, she said he was wandering around out in the fields, thinking.
Vicky: Ok, good. You'll go find him.
Donna: Uh, yes, I will... but I have to change my clothes first.
Vicky: No, you will not change. You donít have time for that.
Donna: Victoria, I've got high heels on. I canít wear high heels in a cow pasture.
Vicky: So what?
Donna: I'll ruin them, and my makeup--
Vicky: Mother, out the--
Donna: All right, all right, all right, I will. I have an idea. I can fix my makeup in the car.
Donna: And maybe I can just take my shoes off and go barefoot through the field to meet him.
Vicky: Very romantic. Bye! Go--go find him.
Donna: All right.
Donna: Bye! Darling, you were very upset when you came in! We didnít even talk about you. You were saying something about Jamie.
Vicky: Please, all our lives canít be falling apart. Get out of here and go find Dad. I love you.
Donna: Tell me later!
Donna: All right.
Matt: No, no, no, no, no, no.
Olivia: Look, I donít see why you canít do me this one simple little favor.
Matt: I'm not saying no because I think it's a stupid idea--although I do.
Olivia: Matthew, I donít need advice.
Matt: I--I canít waste time doing something like that.
Olivia: Well, why? You're too busy calling hotels?
Matt: That's right. And I canít waste time watching some guy's apartment or hanging out at--wha--what is it? The lighthouse club?
Olivia: Matthew, do you know how many hotels there are in New York?
Matt: Yeah, I got a list right over there.
Olivia: Well, how do you know she's even in New York? I mean, maybe she's in West Chester or New Jersey. Maybe she just stopped off in New York on her way to Boston.
[Phone ringing] Oh--oh, I canít get that. It could be my dad calling you.
Matt: Well, it could be Liz calling you. Ok, ok. Hello?
Sharlene: Matthew? It's Sharlene Watts.
Matt: Oh, hi.
Sharlene: Hi, how's it going up there?
Matt: Oh, well, fine, I guess. I haven't seen Josie yet, and I'm not even sure that we can be sure that she's even here.
Sharlene: No, Matthew, she is.
Matt: She is!
Sharlene: Yes, she called me yesterday.
Matt: She did? How did she sound?
Sharlene: Well, she made things sound like they're a little better than I think they really are. But, uh, she's all right, and we know she's in New York.
Matt: Did she tell you where she was?
Sharlene: No, I tried.
Matt: Ok, ok. That's ok. At least we know we're on the right track.
Sharlene: You know, I really-- I donít have anything else that I can tell you. Um...your phone's been busy all morning.
Matt: Yeah, I've been trying hotels.
Sharlene: Well, if you-- Matthew, when you find her, tell her that I love her, will you?
Matt: I--I will.
Sharlene: And Matthew, tell her I'd love to have her call again.
Matt: Ok, thanks Mrs. Watts. Listen, try not to worry.
Sharlene: [Sighs] Yeah, I will. And Matthew, thank you for everything.
Olivia: So she is in New York.
Matt: She is.
Olivia: I'm sorry about before. I--I can get awfully negative sometimes.
Matt: Mm. You may be right.
Olivia: I may be right?
Matt: Yeah, well, I'm happy that she's in New York, but New York is huge.
Olivia: I know. I know. That's why you could use my help, right?
Matt: Yeah, I can use all the help I can get, but you have your dancing to worry about.
Olivia: You know, a girl can go a lot of places that a guy canít. I could help you more than you think.
Matt: I--I know, but what about your audition?
Olivia: Right. But I have this little problem, remember? And I need some help, too.
Matt: No, no. Come on, Olivia. I canít play private eye for you. I canít be hanging around outside some ballet teacher's apartment all night waiting for him--
Olivia: That's not what you would do. It would just be for a little while during the day. And Matthew, he is not some ballet teacher. He happens to be the ballet master of the Manhattan ballet conservatory, and my entire future depends on whether or not I can make a good impression on him.
Matt: It wonít work.
Olivia: Now who's being negative? Come on, Matthew, two people are better than one, and you know it. So what do you say? You help me and I'll help you. Deal?
Reuben: Come on, girl.
Tess: Reuben, I've got customers to take care of.
Reuben: Look, all I'm saying is that maybe if you have some free time--
Tess: Look, I donít get free time. I get tips for being a good waitress. Now, if you excuse me, my food's up.
Reuben: Ok--well--yo, Tess! Yo--I'm gonna wait right here, ok. I ain't gonna go nowhere. I'm gonna be right here-- waiting. Whoo! It's gonna be a good day.
Josie: Should I leave?
Josie: Well, I wouldnít want to cramp your style.
Reuben: Oh, naw, it ain't no big thing.
Josie: She sleeps down the hall from us, doesn't she?
Josie: What's her name--Tess?
Reuben: Yeah, yeah. That's right.
Josie: So that's why we came here, isnít it? I mean, so you could work some magic on Tess.
Reuben: No, no, I just--I just want to say hi to the girl, that's all.
Josie: No, it's perfectly understandable. I mean, she's--she's really pretty.
Reuben: Yeah, yeah.
Josie: But donít you think we should be looking for jobs?
Reuben: Josie, why you gonna act like such a little farm girl? Soo-ey! What--you gonna wake up at the crack of dawn and milk a cow? You little farm girl.
Josie: I'm not, I'm not. Not anymore.
Reuben: Oh, um, you finally got a free moment, huh?
Tess: Does this look like I'm free?
Reuben: Well, look, let me help you with that, ok? Um, and maybe there's something I could do. They're slaving you too long.
Tess: Hi, I'm Tess Parker.
Josie: I'm Josie Watts.
Reuben: Oh, I'm sorry. I should have introduced you. This is Josie. She's my roommate. Oh--it ain't like I like her or nothing like that. You know, she's just--
Josie: What he's trying to say is that we're just friends.
Tess: Got it. So, are you two new in New York?
Josie: Yeah, we just--we just got here.
Tess: Any plans?
Josie: Well, right now I think we need to get jobs because we're really tight on money.
Tess: Oh. What's the matter?
Reuben: Ah, I got a sore neck, that's all, you know? I used to play football.
Josie: I think that I'm gonna go get some juice at the bar. It was nice meeting you, Tess.
Tess: Yeah, same here.
Reuben: Well... so, uh, you look--you look good. I like what you did with your hair. You do that all the time, or--
Tess: Sometimes, when I feel like it. Look, excuse me. I really donít have time to talk, ok?
Reuben: They are working you entirely too hard. Here, let me help you with that. Come on. I--I got it.
Tess: No--look it's not really hard; we're just a little shorthanded. One of our bus boys got disenchanted with this glamorous job.
Reuben: Oh, really? Well, that's good. I tell you what. Let me help you. This is too heavy; it's too heavy.
Tess: No, it's not.
Reuben: I want to help you.
Tess: No, no, it's--
Reuben: You're gonna crack your back like this.
[Tess laughs] Come on. I'm asking for two minutes of your time.
Tess: Look, Reuben, I got work--
Reuben: Please, baby--
Tess: No, would you give me the tray, please.
Man: Hey, hey, is this guy bothering you, ma'am?
Reuben: Yo, man. What's your problem, man? We're trying to have a conversation, all right. Who the hell do you think you are? Great big ugly, Dudley do--
Man: Now, why donít you show me some of your I.D.?
Reuben: I ju--I ain't got no I.D., man. I donít need no I.D. To walk around here. I work here, ok.
Tess: That's right. He's our new busboy.
Reuben: Yeah, she was just showing me, like, a demonstration on, like, the proper way of holding a tray.
Tess: That's right. Now, donít forget.
Reuben: Yeah, yeah, I think I got it now.
Tess: Be careful. Um, would you come with me, sir?
Josie: What was that all about?
Josie: He was a cop, wasn't he?
Reuben: Those guys are just trying to prove how tough they are all the time, you know? Like how they king of the block, that's all.
Josie: You didnít do anything wrong. Why did you panic like that?
Reuben: I did not panic, ok?
Josie: Reuben, I saw your face.
Reuben: Then you saw wrong, Josie.
Reuben: Those cops, they... he was just trying to prove that he was a big shot, that's all.
Josie: Well, it's because you're on probation, isnít it? And you left the state when you came to New York!
Reuben: Will you keep it down, ok? I can take care of myself, all right?
Josie: I know, I know. It's just that, I mean, if they find out, they--they can--
Reuben: They wonít find out unless you keep on shouting. Look, I better take these back to the kitchen...before that guy gets suspicious again.
Josie: Well, Reuben. Look at it this way. At least one of us has a job now.
Reuben: Oh, you so funny!
>> No drinking allowed we get a nice quiet crowd plain as it can be it's just a piddily-squatin' old time country place...
Man: I know it's an old line, but what is a gorgeous thing like you doing here all by your lonesome?
Josie: Just having some juice.
Man: Juice? No way. Let me buy you a real drink. Bartender?
>> Nothin' dirty going on
>> We get simple farmers...
Sharlene: Oh... hi. I didnít realize you were still here.
Michael: Hi--yeah, look, I donít mean to monopolize your barn all day. I'm sorry.
Sharlene: No, I'm just doing a little cleaning up. That's no problem.
Michael: Really? Well, why donít you let me give you a hand? Uh, got a broom or something?
Sharlene: [Chuckles] No. Michael, you donít have to help.
Michael: No, hey, look, I started off as a stable boy.
Sharlene: What are you gonna do, sweep the hay?
Michael: Good point.
Sharlene: Thanks anyway. Let's get some stuff.
Michael: You... you hear from Josie?
Sharlene: Yes, I did once.
Michael: Where is she?
Sharlene: She's in New York.
Michael: New York City?
Michael: Well, big place. Well, there's a lot of opportunity there.
Sharlene: I know. But I still worry.
Michael: I bet you do. Must be rough on you.
Sharlene: You might say that, but I'm trying to let her make her own choices, lead her own life.
Michael: [Sighs] Well, I--I wish Donna felt that way. Out daughters might be a little happier at the moment.
Sharlene: Michael, um... look, I donít know what happened, and it's none of my business, but... if Donna did interfere with Marley or Vicky, I hope that you'll try to be a little understanding.
Michael: I'm trying to understand...but I donít. I really donít.
Sharlene: Mothers make a lot of mistakes with their daughters, and...most of the time it's out of love.
Jamie: Hi. Hey, are you ok?
Marley: Yes, well, I went to see Dr. Jansen, and he wasn't there, which is just as well because I really didnít want to talk about Jake and Vicky again.
Jamie: Yeah, sure. Listen, why donít you and I grab some coffee.
Marley: No, I'm fine. You said you had something else to tell me.
Jamie: Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to let you know that I donít want my family to know about this stuff yet.
Marley: You donít?
Jamie: No, I want them to be able to grieve for Mac without worrying about me.
Marley: Of course.
Jamie: You understand.
Marley: Yeah, I think we both kind of have the same roles in our family. Everyone else leans on us.
Jamie: Yeah, well, I'd rather be like that than like--
Marley: Vicky. Well, um, keep in touch.
Jamie: Yeah, you, too. Take care.
Marley: So long.
John: Hey, doc.
Jamie: Hey, John. Hi.
John: How's it going?
Jamie: Couldn't be better. How 'bout yourself?
John: No, no, pretty good. What you got here? Oh, Mr. Kaplan.
Jamie: Yeah, yeah. Speaking of Mr. Kaplan, his E.K.G. shows that he doesn't have an infection after all.
John: Isnít he the one that you thought had a cardiac tampanite?
Jamie: Uh-huh. Yeah, and I've got to get him off the antibiotics because they make him nauseous.
John: That's right. I remember.
Jamie: Oh, that's gotta be Jackson downstairs in the E.R. Excuse me a sec.
[Clears throat] Dr. Frame. Yes? On my way. John, would you put that away for me, please?
Jamie: I'll be back in a couple of hours.
John: Oh, listen, what about the orders on kap-- uh, excuse me, Dr. Frame was just here, and he wants to D.C. the antibiotics for Mr. Kaplan.
Nurse: Yeah, I'll check the chart later.
John: But...uh, Dr. Frame wanted to D.C. the antibiotics on Mr. Kaplan-- they donít even listen to you around here.
Russ: Just what do you think you're doing?
John: I was filling in some orders for Dr. Frame.
Russ: I donít believe this. You are not even supposed to touch patients' charts.
John: He was called away on an emergency. I was just following through.
Russ: That is not your job. My God, I donít even want to think of the lawsuits we could face.
John: Russ, it isnít as if it were a matter of life and death or anything.
Russ: How do you know? What--because of some medical training that you might have had years ago in Hong Kong of all places? Let me tell you something, Hudson. At this hospital we follow procedure, not to mention the law.
John: Russ, it--
Russ: What you did was illegal. Canít you get that through your thick skull--illegal. You may not treat patients. You are not a doctor... but you are on report. And you are probably out of a job. Yes, I think I'll let the board decide your future here.
Donna: I'm sorry to interrupt. I know you have work to do.
Sharlene: No, it's no problem.
Donna: Well, I was just talking to Clara, Michaelís mother, and she said that--
Sharlene: Um, he left a little while ago.
Donna: Oh, then he was here.
Donna: How did he seem?
Sharlene: He seemed, uh, upset.
Donna: Well, it was just a misunderstanding.
Donna: I suppose you're getting a pretty good laugh out of all of this, aren't you?
Sharlene: I'm sorry?
Donna: Well, I'm obviously getting my comeuppance, and you probably feel that I deserve it.
Sharlene: Donna, um, I'm not judging you. Not at all. If there's one thing that I learned from last year it was...not to judge.
Donna: Well, as I said, it was just a misunderstanding, so if you were thinking that it's my fault.
Sharlene: Donna, if I were you I wouldnít care two hoots what Sharlene Watts thinks. I'd only care what one person thinks.
Vicky: So, anyway, she went to the farm to go find you.
Michael: Well, thanks for taking care of Mikey.
Vicky: No problem.
Michael: Look, if you got to get home to Steven--
Vicky: No, I want to talk.
Michael: About the separation?
Vicky: No, about Mom.
Vicky: Dad, donít blame her for this. All she wanted to do--
Michael: Look, Victoria, I appreciate the fact that you're trying to defend your mother, but it is not going to work, all right? I'm not buying.
Vicky: Well, she didnít--
Michael: She didnít what!? She didnít lie? Look, she said she was trying to help you, but what she was trying to do was help you manipulate people.
Vicky: No, she was trying to make me happy.
Michael: Did it work?
Michael: Of course it didnít work. Look, I want you to be happy, too. But what you're gonna have to realize, and your mother is gonna have to realize, is that life doesn't always work that way. You cannot manipulate the facts to suit yourself.
Vicky: I know, but she didnít mean to do that.
Michael: Donít, donít, donít. Your mother is responsible for her acts just like you are responsible for yours.
Michael: Honey, look. All of us are going to deal with this in our own way. Just know that I love you.
Vicky: I love you, too. Can I ask you one more question?
Vicky: You can remember all the good times, canít you? The times that Mom made your life exciting.
Michael: I donít want to talk about this, Victoria.
Vicky: You're not angry that you canít--
Michael: I donít want to talk about this! Thank you.
Vicky: You would just rather be mad.
Vicky: Dad, I just donít want you and Mom to split up because of something I did. It's not at that point, is it?
(Acoustic music playing) you got to work hard on this. I'm already one ahead of you.
Josie: I told you I was drinking juice.
Man: Yeah, but your eyes were telling me something else.
Josie: No, they're not.
Man: You know what your problem is; you donít know me yet. So maybe I ought to warn you. A bar like this is a dangerous place for a good-looking girl... so I'm gonna protect you.
Josie: Sorry, my break's over. I'm back to work. Um...
Duh duh-duh duh duh duh dum duh duh-duh duh duh duh dum duh duh-duh duh duh duh dum duh duh duh duh duh dum
If I should take a notion to jump into the ocean t'aint nobody's business if I do
The first time I loved forever was when you whispered my name and I knew at once you loved me for the mere fool I am
The first time I loved forever I cast all else aside and I bid my heart to follow be there more need to hide
And if wishes and dreams are merely for children and the flowers are just for fools for all my life and forever there's A...
Vicky: I know you still love her, Dad. That hasn't gone away. And she loves you, too.
Michael: Love... and another love is the answer.
Vicky: Donít blame her for this. Please. She did it to help Marley and me, not because she wanted to lie to you. Dad, she loves you. You've got to understand that. No matter what, Mom will always love you.
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