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Another World Transcript Monday 6/20/05

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["New York, New York" plays]

Matt: What a city. Oh, please let there be something cold, nice and -- lipstick? Perfume? What -- no, I donít want to know. I donít want to know. I just want some orange juice. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Singer: I'm leaving today

Matt: Oh.

Olivia: Hey, Matt, is that you?

Singer: I want to be a part

Matt: Yeah, what's left of me.

Olivia: Any luck?

Singer: New York

Matt: Nil. Nothing. Zip.

[Music stops]

Matt: You know, there's nine million people in this city. Trying to find one girl is like trying to find a needle in a haystack -- no, a needle in a haystack in a sauna.

Olivia: Well, close your eyes for a minute, will you?

Matt: Why?

Olivia: Because I want you to get the full effect.

Matt: Of what? You know I hate surprises.

Olivia: Please? Just do it, ok? Are they closed?

Matt: Yeah, yeah, yeah, they're closed -- I never open them.

Olivia: All right, open. Open. Well? What do you think? How do I look?

Matt: Ok.

Olivia: "Ok"? Just ok?

Matt: Actually, you look great, but why all the fuss? Aren't you just going to class?

Olivia: Now, did I say anything about class? This is my audition outfit.

Matt: For "Romeo and Juliet"?

Olivia: No, for "Lady and the Tramp." Of course for "Romeo and Juliet." And this is the look that is going to get me the lead.

Matt: That getup is your idea of Juliet?

Evan: All right, since this is going to be our first board meeting without Mac, we can expect the members of the board to be very skeptical about the new management team.

Rachel: I know. That's why I've been meeting with each board member since I've been back.

Evan: Right. Well, Iris is our wild card. We donít know what she has up her sleeve.

Rachel: Well, you can make sure she has something.

Evan: Right. That's why we must go over every piece of business that may come up item by item so we can handle anything that she may throw at us.

Rachel: All right. I wanted to show you this. Taking your break, Sam?

Sam: Yeah, you know how it is -- you get to some little section and you canít seem to get it right?

Rachel: Well, then it's time to take a break.

Sam: Yeah, I guess so.

Rachel: Listen, why donít we take a break, too? I'll have Hilda bring us something cold to drink.

Sam: Thanks, no, I'll pass.

Evan: Rachel, I think we should finish -- I'm sorry, did I interrupt you?

Sam: That's ok. As I was saying, I'm going to go get some lunch. I'm kind of hungry, so if you'll excuse me?

Rachel: Wait a minute, wait a minute. I -- I donít think I like what's going on here.

Sam: What?

Evan: What?

Rachel: Suppose you tell me. Obviously, something's not right between the two of you, and I would like to know what it is.

Vicky: You just wanted a little holding, didnít you? A little cuddling, huh? I'll put you down now because you really have to take your little nap. Why donít you see how that feels? Yes. Oh, I wish I could please everyone as easily as I do you.

[Door opens]

Donna: Oh, good, you are here. Hi.

Vicky: I -- I want him to go to sleep.

Donna: Hi, sweetheart! Hi. You go to sleep. I'm so glad you're home! If I donít talk to somebody, I'm going to scream. I've had the most horrible morning. They absolutely should outlaw mornings like this.

Vicky: What happened?

Donna: Your father has turned into the coldest, most supercilious, horrible, horrible stranger. He's totally cut me off. He wonít talk to me. He wonít -- well, there's a whole list of things that he wonít do.

Vicky: I am -- I'm sorry.

Donna: What's wrong? What's wrong with you?

Vicky: My life. My whole entire life.

Donna: Victoria --

Vicky: But I am going to do something about it.

Jake: Here you go. Is this -- is this table ok? I mean, if it's too close to the window, I can ask --

Marley: I'm fine.

Jake: Thank you for coming.

Marley: I donít see what good it will do.

Jake: We have to talk. I mean, we didnít finish our conversation last night. You didnít give me an answer.

Marley: I couldnít.

Jake: I -- I know that. I mean, I -- I know everything's been coming at you pretty fast. I can understand that. But now that you've had some time to think about it, will you come home with me? Marley, will you help me fight for my son?

Olivia: And just what is wrong with my "getup"?

Matt: Nothing -- if you're trying out for a Michael Jackson video. Juliet is innocent, romantic --

Olivia: Well, Juliet isnít auditioning for this part. I am. And besides, I worked very hard to achieve this look.

Matt: Why? Isnít your dancing enough?

Olivia: Well, of course it's enough. I mean, I wouldnít have gotten the audition if I couldn't dance the part. So can all those other girls. I have to stand out.

Matt: Well, if -- if that's what you want, then, believe me, you have achieved it. That outfit is perfect.

Olivia: Right. So? But it's not enough. I mean, I want Narvo to get to know me a little bit before I dance for him. That way, he'll be even more impressed when he's watching, and he'll remember me afterwards.

Matt: Oh, interesting strategy.

Olivia: It's a winning strategy. And I just happen to have a few little goodies to help it along -- like this, for instance.

Matt: Your dance bag is going to get you the part, yeah.

Olivia: This happens to be my brand-new all-leather dance bag, which is exactly the same as Ivan Narvo's dance bag. Isnít that a coincidence? I mean, we might even get into a conversation about it.

Matt: Clever.

Olivia: And if the bag fails me, I have this. I mean, you did say he was reading this thing when you were following him that day?

Matt: Oh, yeah, that's it, that's it.

Olivia: And if the book doesn't work, I have this.

Matt: What's that?

Olivia: Pastrami on rye. It's his favorite. You donít suppose I'll actually have to eat it, do you?

Matt: Yeah. But then you can take Ivan Narvoís favorite antacid.

Olivia: You're making fun of me.

Matt: No. Actually, I'm wondering how you're even going to bump into this character.

Olivia: Easy. See, Narvo does his bar every day in the same rehearsal room at the same time at the ballet conservatory.

Matt: Mm-hmm.

Olivia: So I signed up to use it today right after he finishes with it. Actually, I should get over there in about 20 minutes.

Matt: Oh, well, it sounds like you got everything under control.

Olivia: Well, not everything. I just need you to stand outside the door and be a lookout while I talk to Narvo.

Matt: Oh -- you want me to participate in this crazy plan of yours?

Olivia: It is not crazy!

Matt: No way.

Olivia: Please?

Matt: Absolutely not!

Vicky: These past few weeks have been just horrible. I spend all of my energy fighting with Jake, chasing after Jamie, trying to explain what's happened to Dad and to Marley.

Donna: Well, your father's just being impossible.

Vicky: Yeah, well, I'm not going to do it anymore. I -- I cannot take on the entire world.

Donna: You shouldnít have to.

Vicky: The only thing I care any more about is Steven. And I am going to concentrate on him and me, and I will just try to block everything else out.

Donna: Oh. Well, good. In that case, I think I better go. I'll see you later.

Vicky: What do you mean? Where are you going?

Donna: Well, I -- you just said it yourself -- you want to concentrate on your baby. As a mother, I understand that. And you certainly donít want to sit around listening to my problems, so --

Vicky: No, no, that is not at all what I meant. Now, please, come, sit --

Donna: Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Vicky: Mother -- sit down. Now, come on, tell me what's wrong.

Donna: Your father.

Vicky: Is he as mad as he was before?

Donna: He had the gall to announce to me this morning that he had slept like a baby.

Vicky: Well, what does that matter?

Donna: In the guest room?

Vicky: I see.

Donna: I hate to sleep by myself. He knows that. I didnít sleep a wink. And in spite of everything, I got up this morning, I pulled myself together, I brought him breakfast on a tray.

Vicky: Yeah.

Donna: And quite frankly, I was ravishing. I didnít eat a thing.

Vicky: Yeah. So, what happened?

Donna: Nothing. I tried explaining, I tried begging -- and this was really humiliating -- I even tried to seduce him.

Vicky: Didnít work?

Donna: Oh, he was like stone. Absolutely like stone, and then he just walked out. Then I found out that he was having lunch with a woman at Tops.

Vicky: What?

Donna: At least that's what I thought when I listened in on his phone conversation.

Vicky: You eavesdropped?

Donna: Well, what could I do? He's totally cut me out. He's shutting me off. He wonít communicate with me. He's purposely trying to drive me crazy!

Vicky: Mother, I think he's just trying to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Donna: Well, I certainly didnít expect homey platitudes from you.

Vicky: Sorry.

Donna: Besides, that's ridiculous. If I kept him in the dark on certain delicate issues, I did it for a good reason. I did it to protect people I love. My motives were noble. What he's doing is totally sadistic.

Vicky: Well, I think that's a little extreme. He just wants to show you his point of view.

Donna: Well, I hate his point of view. It's as if he wants me to change into a totally different person.

Vicky: I know you wonít do that.

Donna: Well, I thought it over very carefully, believe me. I just donít see that I can be any different than the way I am right now, and I will not be made over.

Vicky: Then you and Dad have a problem.

Donna: Yes, we certainly do. I refuse to go on like this. I'm going to work harder to get him to stop this ridiculous campaign to try to make me over.

Vicky: Well, good luck.

Donna: I can handle your father -- just the way you can handle Jamie.

Vicky: Oh, yeah.

Donna: Victoria, Jamie loves you. You can get him back -- just the way I'm going to get your father back. Positive thinking -- we have to think positively.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, right. That's all it takes, Mom.

Donna: I used to have a very unpleasant governess that tried to make me read all sorts of books on the power of positive thinking.

Vicky: Oh, yeah? Hmm.

Donna: Unfortunately, I used to put fashion magazines between the book jackets, or else I think I would have lots and lots of comforting platitudes to be sharing at this moment.

Vicky: Mother --

Donna: Ugh.

Vicky: I love you.

Donna: Oh, I love you, too.

Vicky: Oh, you really have to go?

Donna: I just thought of something that might --

Vicky: Mother -- positive thinking.

Donna: Right. Positive thinking.

Vicky: Thanks for caring.

Donna: I do, you know, I really do.

Vicky: Mom, I know, I know.

Donna: I'm just going to go see him.

Vicky: Ok. He's so cute.

Donna: Oh, bye-bye, little angel.

Vicky: Bridget? Bridget?

Bridget? Come --

Bridget: Shh. The baby is sleeping.

Vicky: I know, I know. I'm -- I'm going to go out for a little while, ok?

Bridget: You're going out now?

Vicky: Yeah, well, Stevenís asleep, and if I stay in this house any longer, I'm going to go crazy. So you'll be here, right?

Bridget: Oh, but remember, now, I've got that very important dentist appointment.

Vicky: Yeah.

Bridget: You will be back here by 2:30, now?

Vicky: Oh, I wonít be that long at all.

Bridget: Where are you going?

Vicky: Someplace to relax and forget about all my problems -- even if it is just for an hour. Bye.

Marley: This isnít as simple as you're trying to make it seem.

Jake: Yes, it is, Marley. It's a simple situation where we love each other, we want a family. Now we can have what we always dreamed of. All you have to do is forgive me.

Marley: Just like that?

Jake: Honey, you're hurt. You have every right to be. I understand that.

Marley: Your understanding doesn't take the hurt away.

Jake: I know that.

Marley: We canít go back the way we were.

Jake: I know, but I think we can work through this.

Marley: I hate what you did.

Jake: But you donít hate me. I know what I'm asking you to do. I know that a lot of women out there would just tell me to go to hell. You're different.

Marley: I'm a fool.

Jake: You're not a fool. Honey, you love me, I know you do. The anger will pass.

Marley: I donít want it to. I want to stay mad at you.

Jake: Just think about it.

Marley: Jake, even if I could forgive you, there is no way I could help you get custody of Steven.

Jake: Why not?

Marley: Because Vicky is my sister.

Jake: That's right, and you know her better than anybody does, honey. How do you think she's going to feel raising my kid?

Marley: I donít know.

Jake: She's already losing interest -- we've both seen that -- and there is no way, no way she would make as good a mother as you would.

Marley: You are asking me to help you take my sister's child away from her.

Jake: For Stevenís sake, for his sake.

Marley: No, I -- stop it. This is -- I cannot do that to my own sister. This was a mistake, and I cannot stay.

Jake: Yes, you can. I'll change the subject. I'll change the subject. We'll talk about something else, all right?

Marley: What else is there? Donít you see? There is nothing else. There wonít be anything else for us until this is settled, one way or another.

Rachel: All right, I'm waiting. I see -- you're not going to talk about it in front of me? That's fine. But suppose you work it out between the both of you -- now?

Sam: So we're supposed to work this out.

Evan: Yeah. I agree. I'm not going to tell Amanda about your art show --

Sam: Hey, donít do that. This isnít about me not telling Amanda about the art show and we both know it. It goes a lot deeper than that.

Evan: Oh, we do?

Sam: This is about Amanda and the way you feel about her.

Evan: Oh, I see -- how I feel about her?

Sam: Yeah. Come off it, Evan. I know it. You're in love with my wife.

Evan: How did you ever reach that brilliant conclusion?

Sam: I'm an artist. I've been studying nuances my whole life. I know how to read the messages people send.

Evan: Did you ever think that maybe your powers of observation -- they just aren't that reliable?

Sam: No, this time they're reliable, all right. I see the way you look at her. I hear the way you talk to her. It's not that hard to figure out.

Evan: Sam, I'm not after your wife. I care about her. That's normal. We did -- we've been through a lot together, and I want her to be happy. That's it.

Sam: I wish I could believe that.

Evan: Well, then believe it.

Sam: The fact of the matter is, Amanda and I have a life together, we have a child together, and we're very much in love. And you better learn to believe that.

Donna: Maybe I should play hard-to-get. He's playing hard-to-get. If we both do that, I'll never get him back. Got to figure out something to make him stop this.

[Opera music plays]

Donna: Michael, you're being unfair. I was only doing it to protect you, to be a dutiful wife and spare you so that you could go out and be our breadwinner. After all, dealing with our daughters is women's work. I didnít want to burden you. I like the cough. I like that. Do you think there's a chance you could take me back? Could you give me another chance?

Michael: Donna -- Donna, what is it? Are you ill?

Donna: No, it's nothing. I'm -- I'm just not very strong without you.

Michael: Oh, you're so right -- how inhumane I've been.

Donna: Does this mean that you still love me?

Michael: Oh, yes, yes, my -- my poor darling. I'm so sorry. I -- I've been a fool, I've been wrong.

Donna: Well, that's true, but I'm not going to hold it against you.

Michael: I canít stay away from you another minute, Donna.

Michael: Here.

[Music stops]

Donna: Perfect. Only problem is getting sick when you need to.

Donna: Maybe something more dangerous. Michael! Michael, help me! Oh! Oh, oh!

Michael: Donna, Donna, what --

Donna: Michael, there's a mouse in the bedroom! A mouse. Oh! I was so afraid and lonely in there without you! Oh.

Michael: Do you know that I have never seen you look more -- more lovely?

Donna: The mouse.

Michael: Forget the mouse. I'll always be grateful of that mouse for reminding me that I was just a fool to ever leave you alone.

Donna: I wonder if I really need the mouse.

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: Angela! Never mind. Never mind! Marley! Hi, darling.

Marley: I came to see Michael. His office said that he was at home.

Donna: He's not here.

Marley: Oh. Well, then, could you please tell him that I came by?

Donna: Marley, wait. Please donít go. I want to talk to you, please.

Marley: About what?

Donna: I know this is difficult for you, I know you're hurt and angry, and you have a big decision to make.

Marley: Yes, I do.

Donna: Well, before you do something that's going to affect this whole family, please stop and think. Weigh things very carefully so that you do what's best for everyone.

Marley: Donít you mean what's best for Vicky?

Donna: No, I donít, and it hurts me that you think I do!

Marley: I'm sorry.

Donna: Marley, I love you. I've always wanted what will make you happy. That's what I want.

Marley: I know that.

Donna: Well, come in here and sit down and talk to me.

Marley: I saw Jake today.

Donna: You did?

Marley: He wanted to talk to me, and so we --

Donna: You -- you talked to Jake? The person that has given you all this pain, and you've been avoiding me?

Marley: Donna --

Donna: Who only found out about this fiasco months after the fact and I've been trying to help you with it, Marley?

Marley: Stop this!

Donna: How could you do this?

Marley: I'm leaving.

Donna: No, donít leave, donít leave. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I said too much. I didnít mean it.

Marley: You did mean it. After all this time, you still donít get it.

Donna: Marley --

Marley: You donít understand that I love Jake. I really, truly love him. That's why this all hurts so much. 

[Piano music plays]

Olivia: This is it. He's there, and he's almost finished.

Matt: Good. Let's get the show on the road.

Olivia: Donít forget what you promised.

Matt: No, I will keep guard while you talk to the great man. Come on, make it fast, though, because I want to hit the streets.

Olivia: I know, I know!

Matt: Ok.

Olivia: Wish me luck.

Matt: Good luck. Go.

Olivia: I'm going.

Ivan: The room's all yours.

Olivia: Oh, thank you.

[Music stops]

Olivia: Thank you very, very much.

Ivan: Ah, you're very welcome.

Olivia: I -- uh --

Ivan: Excuse me, please. Thank you.

Vicky: Hi, this is Mrs. Frame. I was wondering if I could speak to Dr. Jamie Frame? Well, I know he's there. I see. He wonít? Bye. Hey, bud, you're in my chair.

Bridget: Oh, miss Marley!

Marley: Hello, Bridget.

Bridget: Oh -- well, come in. What are you doing here, dear?

Marley: I need to see Vicky. Where is she?

Bridget: Oh, well, I donít know. I donít know where she is. She's not here.

Marley: Is something wrong?

[Steven fusses]

Bridget: Oh, no. You see, I was supposed to go to the dentist and she's supposed to be here at 2:30.

Marley: And now you canít go because you have to take care of Steven.

Bridget: Well, you see, I donít mind, dear. It's just I've got quite a bit of pain, you know.

Marley: Well, I canít believe she left you stranded here like this.

Bridget: Oh, no! She must have forgotten. I mean, come on, she's got a lot on her mind, you know.

Marley: Well, that's no excuse. She shouldnít just run away from her responsibilities and neglect her little son.

Bridget: She's not neglecting Steven, dear. She knows I'm here.

Marley: Well, of course, but that's still no excuse. Bridget, why donít you go to your appointment, and I will stay here with Steven, ok?

Bridget: Oh, miss Marley, I -- forgive me for saying this, but do you really think that's a good idea, dear?

Marley: Well, of course. I -- I've taken care of Steven many times.

Bridget: Well, I know, but, now, you know about Steven, and I --

Marley: Bridget, for heaven sakes, I am not that fragile! Please. I can stay with Steven, Vicky will be home any minute, and I can take care of things. All right? You just go, please.

Bridget: Are you sure you can?

Marley: Positive. Go on.

Bridget: Well, thank you.

[Steven cries]

Marley: Oh, come here, you. I just couldn't resist holding you. Oh. Did you want to get up and play with me?

Evan: I'm really sorry. I didnít realize this was your chair.

Vicky: No, no, I'm sorry. I was just making a phone call. You know something? I order club soda every time because I think it's going to be some cool and refreshing drink, and I try it, and I hate it.

Evan: Well, why donít you try squeezing some lime in it?

Vicky: I hate lime. What are you doing here?

Evan: Believe it or not, I am drinking a club soda.

Vicky: Oh, shouldnít you be at Cory? Donít you have an empire to run?

Evan: Today is not exactly an empire-running day.

Vicky: Hmm. You sound depressed.

Evan: It'll pass.

Vicky: I didnít think anything ever got Evan Bates down.

Evan: The organization man? Hmm.

Vicky: Well, yeah. I mean, you just had the engineered comeback of the year, you've got your job back at Cory Publishing, you're closer to the Coryís than you've ever been.

Evan: Well, they're good people.

Vicky: Yeah, they forgave you

Evan: What is the point you're trying to make here, Vicky?

Vicky: Well, I just wondered if they were shutting you out and that's why you're so down.

Evan: Well, it's a little more complicated than that.

Vicky: Why?

Evan: Did you -- um -- I donít know -- have you ever had one of those days where you face something that you already know that you donít like, and you face it and realize you donít like it again?

Vicky: Yeah. Yeah, I know that feeling very well. So, what'd you have to face?

Evan: Well, that I'm always going to be on the outside looking in.

Vicky: I can relate to that one.

Evan: You know, you really donít play fair.

Vicky: What?

Evan: Because I donít usually open up like this, and you caught me off-guard.

Vicky: Oh. Donít worry, your secret's safe with me.

Evan: Is it?

Vicky: Of course.

Evan: Because I would hate to think that you would tell anyone what I just told you. Or are you as kind as you are beautiful?

Vicky: Drop it, Evan.

Evan: Drop what?

Vicky: This charm-boy routine. It may work with other women, but it leaves me cold. Your secret's safe with me. I have got to go.

Evan: Wait -- wait one second.

Vicky: What?

Evan: Tell me something before you go.

Vicky: What?

Evan: Do you always have an attitude like this?

Vicky: Oh --

Evan: Because I like it. And Jamie -- he's a lucky guy.

Vicky: No. No. I'm the lucky one.

Evan: That's ok, I got it.

Vicky: Thanks. Later.

Donna: Come in, Jake. Would you like something to drink?

Jake: I'll pass.

Donna: Would you like to sit down?

Jake: So tell me, Donna, why the royal summons? What do you want?

Donna: You donít have to take this suspicious tone of voice with me. There's no need.

Jake: Oh, I think I do. Every time I have anything to do with you, I walk away trying to find the truck that hit me.

Donna: Well, that's a colorful image, but it's going to be different today, I assure you.

Jake: How?

Donna: Today I have a proposition to make to you.

[Piano music plays]

Matt: I'm sorry, you canít go in there.

Woman: But I think I left my Pointe shoes in there.

Matt: Oh, well -- uh -- well, you just canít barge in there. It's --

Woman: What's with you?

Matt: Ok, suit yourself. You know, I try to be a nice guy. I didnít want you to miss your chance of a lifetime.

Woman: What chance?

Matt: "What chance"? Mikhail Baryshnikov is in the building.

Woman: What?

Matt: Yeah, he's in the main studio. You go down the right hall --

Woman: Mikhail Baryshnikov -- here?

Matt: Yeah, Misha himself! He's right down there! Donít forget to knock! He may be rehearsing.

Olivia: Oh! I hate it when that happens.

Ivan: Well, may I help you?

Olivia: Oh, yes. Thank you. I'm sorry. You know, I'm always dropping things. My teacher says that -- uh-oh -- most dancers are -- are total klutzes. Pastrami -- I like it.

Ivan: You're going to eat that now?

Olivia: Well -- uh -- yeah.

Ivan: No. Better not if you have to practice.

Olivia: Ok.

Ivan: I see you're reading F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Olivia: Oh, yeah! He's one of my favorites. Hmm.

Ivan: Do you know, he's one of mine, too, and I've just, as a matter of fact, started to reread this.

Olivia: No kidding?

Ivan: Yeah. Look at this.

Olivia: Hmm, what a coincidence.

[Phone rings]

Rachel: Hello?

Matt: Mom.

Rachel: Matthew! Oh, honey, it's good to hear your voice!

Matt: You, too. How are you?

Rachel: All right. I miss you.

Matt: I miss you, too. Um -- how's everything going?

Rachel: It's going ok. When are you coming home?

Matt: Well, that's why I called. I think this is going to take a little longer than I figured -- finding Josie and everything.

Rachel: Oh, Matthew --

Matt: I know what you're going to say, but, you know, I've got to stick with it and find her.

Rachel: But what if she doesn't want to be found?

Matt: I'll change her mind. I donít know.

Rachel: I donít understand why she ran away in the first place.

Matt: It could've been a lot of things. Listen, I have to go. I'll give you a call tonight, ok?

Rachel: Ok. Well, I love you, sweetie. Take care.

Matt: I love you, too. Bye-bye.

Rachel: Bye-bye.

Matt: So? So? So? So?

Olivia: Matthew, I love this book. I might even read the stupid thing.

Matt: I gather operation Narvo was a success?

Olivia: We had a lovely chat, and he's looking forward to my audition.

Matt: Great.

Olivia: My plan worked like a dream. I'm going to get that part!

Matt: Good, good.

Olivia: Of course, I couldn't have done it without your help.

Matt: Oh, no problem.

Olivia: What's wrong?

Matt: Nothing. I'm glad you're getting what you want.

Olivia: Oh, but you're not? Come on. Let's start looking right now.

Matt: No. You have an audition to worry about.

Olivia: Not for a while. Right now, I have to hit the streets.

Matt: Thanks.

Olivia: You're welcome.

Vicky: Bridget! Bridget, I'm so sorry I'm late! I -- I didnít lose -- Marley.

Marley: You're back.

Vicky: Where's Bridget and Steven?

Marley: Bridget is at her dentist appointment, and Steven is upstairs sleeping in his nursery.

Vicky: What are you doing here?

Marley: Well, I came here to talk to you, except, as usual, I walked into an absolute mess. Bridget was frantic, she couldn't leave because you weren't here to take care of your own son!

Vicky: I wasn't that late.

Marley: Steven should be your first concern! You do not work, and you should have been here for him.

Vicky: I had to take out some time for myself! I have had a terrible, terrible day!

Marley: "A terrible day"? A terrible day entitles you to just waltz away, leaving everyone else to cover your responsibilities?

Vicky: I needed some time for myself.

Marley: You're self-centered, Vicky. That's your problem. You put yourself before everyone else, including your son.

Vicky: That is not true.

Marley: Maybe Jake was right. Maybe Steven would be better without you.

Sam: You're thinking about Mac, aren't you?

Rachel: I was very lucky to have someone like Mac to love, and who loved me.

Sam: There's nothing quite like it, is there, being in love?

Sam: I'm going to go back to work, ok?

Rachel: All right.

Rachel: Yes, this is Mrs. Cory. I'd like to speak to Amanda. Yes, honey. Uh -- yeah, in a way. I need to talk to you right away.

Jake: Let me get this straight. You want to help me get your daughter back?

Donna: Is that so hard to believe?

Jake: I'd find it easier to believe that you want to take me right now on this couch --

Donna: I beg your pardon.

Jake: Seeing as how I am, after all, your least favorite person on the planet.

Donna: Well, that's not exactly true.

Jake: Which part -- the planet or the couch?

Donna: Well, I do admit that, in the past, that has been true, but I've had to rethink my position lately.

Jake: On me?

Donna: Yes, on you. For some reason -- which I will never fathom -- Marley still harbors feelings of love for you, and I am simply going to have to accept that.

Jake: Unpleasant as that may be, right?

Donna: Unpleasant as that may be. And she's not going to be happy until she has a reconciliation with you. Now, no matter what you may think of me, the happiness of my daughters always comes first.

Jake: Ok.

Donna: Furthermore, if Marley is happy, then perhaps she'll forgive me, which will make it, in turn, easier for me to patch things up with her father, who has been behaving abominably to me towards this whole entire thing.

Jake: Now I get it. You know something? The way you think is scary.

Donna: No, it's not, it's practical. You do it my way, everybody gets what they want -- if you cooperate.

Jake: How?

Donna: Stop trying to get the baby away from Victoria.

Jake: Forget it.

Donna: Jake? Jake?

Jake: If Steven is my son, I am going to do everything I can to get him back!

Donna: That is a very big mistake!

Jake: I donít see it that way, Donna.

Donna: Well, I suppose you donít because you assume that you're going to have both Marley and Steven.

Jake: And you're saying I canít?

Donna: Well, I spoke to Marley today, and I think she's very close to a reconciliation with you, Jake. But I also got the impression that the balance is very delicate and it could go either way.

Jake: Yes, it could. I know that.

Donna: Are you sure that trying to get Steven isnít going to threaten that balance? Can you honestly say that's not going to -- to upset the chances of a reconciliation? No. Let me ask you another question. If you had to choose between Steven and Marley, who would you choose?

Jake: I'm not going to answer that, Donna.

Donna: Well, under the circumstances, I think you should reconsider your course of action very carefully. Because if you push to get Steven, that might just be the thing to make you lose Marley for good.

Vicky: He's done it again, hasn't he?

Marley: Who's done what?

Vicky: Jake -- used his little magic, and now you're willing to believe anything he says.

Marley: I most certainly am not!

Vicky: Oh, of course you are. He's convinced you that he's a living saint, and I'm the one responsible for everyone's pain and hurt. I can just hear him talking about me.

Marley: Jake doesn't have to say anything about you to me! I have my own opinions about you!

Vicky: Then maybe you should start forming some about your beloved husband. You know, he's not as pure as the driven snow.

Marley: I donít need to be reminded of Jakeís mistakes! I know what they are!

Vicky: No, I donít think you do. You see, I -- I think there are some that he might've just slipped by you -- say, for instance, this?

Marley: What -- what is that?

Vicky: Oh, Jakeís employment records from video match.

Marley: Video match? That's the place that --

Vicky: The escort service that Amanda wrote about? Yeah. He worked there for months.

Marley: No, Jake -- Jake did not work at a place like --

Vicky: I guess they must've just seen his potential right away. He must've forgotten to tell you.

Marley: I donít believe you.

Vicky: Well, all right there in black and white. Doesn't exactly make him a candidate for Daddy of the year, does it? Actually, it doesn't make him such a great husband, either, does it? So, now, Marley, what do you think of your little Jake now?

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