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Another World Transcript Friday 8/12/05
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Proofread by Daniel
Vicky: Hmm. Hmm.
[Rock music plays]
Evan: That's funny. You sure you know where you're going?
Vicky: Oh, who cares?
Evan: That's true. Vicky, are you sure you know how to handle this thing?
Vicky: Yeah. You know, I think I'm going to be in the Kentucky derby next year.
Evan: Vicky, that's for horses.
Vicky: Maybe I'll even let you be in one of the races, you know that? This is an autoerotic experience, if you know what I mean.
Evan: Yeah, well, I'm looking forward to that, but in the meantime, why donít you slow down because this turn up here looks really --
Vicky: Would you chill out?
Evan: Vicky, I've got a bad feeling about this, I'm serious.
Vicky: Hang on, sweetheart!
Singer: Canít catch me
[Car speeds up]
Vicky: There. Whoo!
Singer: Canít catch me
Iris: Are you still in love with Felicia?
Lucas: Iris, do you want to go home?
Iris: I asked you a question.
Lucas: I thought we weren't going to talk about her anymore.
Iris: No, that's what you said. I think I deserve an answer.
Lucas: This is neither the time nor the place to discuss this.
Iris: You chose the place -- Feliciaís restaurant. Now I get to pick the time.
Lucas: Iris, I do not react well to being put on the spot.
Iris: I made myself available to you. If you were just having a good time, I think I've got a right to know about it.
Lucas: Feliciaís married!
Iris: That doesn't answer the question, and you know it.
Lucas: Why donít I just take you home, ok?
Iris: Do you still love Felicia? Yes or no?
Stacey: Shh. It's going to be all right, Derek. Cass and I are working on getting you out of here. First thing in the morning, we're going to go down and appeal the bail ruling.
Stacey: Yes. And the fact that the guards beat you up -- it's going to help.
Derek: You're not still counting on the law, are you?
Derek: The law wonít help me.
Stacey: Yes, it will.
Derek: The only way is for me to get out of here and find the guy who really stole that stuff, find him myself.
Stacey: No. We're going to find a sympathetic judge.
Derek: No, it doesn't matter how I get out of here. I just got to get out, and I will. I will.
Stacey: Just be still, ok?
Derek: No. I have to do it. I have to get out of here. I have to go --
Stacey: Derek, donít say those things.
Derek: Oh. Ugh -- forget it. Ah --
Stacey: Do you hear me?
Derek: I'm talking crazy.
Stacey: Yeah. You're in a lot of pain.
Derek: No, it's this cage.
Stacey: Derek, you canít get out that way.
Derek: I told you, forget I said anything, ok?
Stacey: You canít escape. Not by yourself. You need my help.
Evan: Listen, why donít you slow down? That turn there looks really sharp.
Vicky: Would you chill out, Evan?
Evan: I think I got a bad feeling --
Vicky: Hang on, sweetheart!
Evan: Well, we're in the woods.
Vicky: No kidding.
Evan: Ah -- lots of trees. Not much of a view.
Vicky: You want to know what my view is?
Evan: Oh, I'm sorry. Ah. Ooh. Ah. Whew. Come on. Let me help you out.
Vicky: All right, just wait a minute. My blouse is caught -- what, I said wait!
Evan: Wait for what?
Vicky: Until I tell you --
Evan: All right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Vicky: All right. All right, pull.
Evan: Come on. I got you.
Vicky: All right.
Evan: Here, let me --
Evan: It's falling --
Vicky: Hey! No!
Evan: Well, you told me to pull.
Vicky: Well, it just so happened that my blouse was caught on the gearshift at the time.
Evan: All right, all right. Are you ok?
Vicky: Yeah. You ok?
Evan: Yeah, I'm fine. All right, let's get one thing straight before we go any further here.
Evan: This is all your fault. I told you to slow down before you got to the curve.
Vicky: I didnít force you to get in the car with me. Now, how are you going to get me out of this mess?
Derek: You're talking crazy.
Stacey: I mean it, Derek. I'll help you. If you really canít take this place anymore, then I'll help you.
Derek: Look, forget I said anything. Go home.
Stacey: I know what you're feeling.
Derek: No, you donít know anything.
Stacey: Derek, I was there when we were stuck in the elevator. I saw what it did to you.
Derek: No, just get out of here. Leave me alone.
Stacey: I'm not leaving until Jamie gets here. I want to make sure you're ok.
Man: Like I said, his cell's down this way. His lawyer demanded we call you --
Stacey: Jamie, I'm so glad you came.
Jamie: Open this door. What happened?
Stacey: They beat him up. He's really hurt.
Jamie: Derek? How are you feeling?
Derek: I'm ok.
Man: You hear that? He's ok.
Jamie: Sit down, please. Sit down. Come on. Take it easy.
Stacey: Let's let the doctor decide that. What the hell kind of place are you running here?
Man: Donít start this bleeding-heart liberal stuff.
Stacey: My client in there is in a lot of pain because of injuries inflicted by your guards.
Warden: Look, lady --
Stacey: That means you're personally responsible.
Warden: Lady, I called the doctor, right?
Stacey: Since when are you allowed to have your guards beat up prisoners? Did they rewrite the laws? Or maybe you think you can write your own now?
Warden: Counselor, he's got some bruises and scratches, sure --
Stacey: "Bruises and scratches"?
Warden: But the report I sent -- he's got a violent temper. He took on two cops when they arrested him.
Stacey: I saw him after he was arrested, and he was fine.
Warden: Maybe this happened later.
Stacey: The admissions report said that he was in perfectly good health when he came in here, so donít try to lay this one on the police.
Warden: If you'll just let me finish.
Stacey: Go ahead.
Warden: The report I read said the guy's got a violent temper, and he got into a fight with several other inmates.
Stacey: Ok, then name them.
Stacey: Name the inmates.
Warden: No prisoner's going to admit he was involved.
Stacey: And I donít suppose it says in your report anything about your guards beating my client unconscious, either?
Warden: Look, I just told you what the report --
Jamie: Excuse me, warden. I need some x-rays --
Jamie: And I want to run some other tests. Ok?
Warden: Fine. We'll take him down to the infirmary.
Stacey: No way. I want him at Bay City general.
Warden: We donít make the rules, counselor.
Stacey: Can they take x-rays at the infirmary? What if he has internal bleeding? Can they take care of that at the infirmary?
Warden: I'm not going to pay my man overtime to escort your prisoner over to the hospital.
Stacey: The second reason I donít want him at the infirmary is I donít want your guards in charge of the safety of my client.
Stacey: Who knows what kind of "accident" you could arrange down there?
Warden: That was a cheap shot, counselor.
Stacey: Warden, I saw what happened to him under your care. And as far as I'm concerned, that's grounds for a civil lawsuit -- naming you.
Stacey: If he doesn't get into the hospital, that's exactly what you're facing.
Warden: Now, look, lady, I --
Stacey: And I'm going to the press. I have a lot of friends that would love to do a number on the conditions in this prison. You want to see your face on the 10:00 news? Better yet, do you want the mayor to see your face on the 10:00 news?
Warden: You never let up, do you?
Warden: You want him in the hospital?
Jamie: It would be much more convenient for me, not to mention it's safer.
Warden: Fine, we'll transfer him over to Bay City general.
Stacey: Thank you.
Warden: Under guard.
Warden: Which means he's still a prisoner.
Warden: I'll get the transfer slip.
Stacey: Jamie, how is he?
Jamie: Well, there may be some internal injuries. I canít tell until I run some tests.
Stacey: Thanks for backing me up on this one.
Jamie: You really gave it to that guy, didnít you?
Stacey: He deserved it.
Jamie: You obviously care a great deal about Derek.
Stacey: Yeah, I do. Excuse me.
Stacey: Hi. They're taking you down to the hospital for a checkup.
Derek: Why are you still here? I told you to leave.
Stacey: I donít always do what I'm told. Besides, I wanted to make sure that you were ok.
Derek: I'm ok. Go home.
Stacey: Sorry, but I'm going with you.
Felicia: I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I have the time now if you want.
Lucas: Thank you. Thanks.
Felicia: Sorry, Iris. I didnít know the two of you were out on the balcony, so I'll be inside if you want to talk.
Iris: Talk about what?
Lucas: That's enough, Iris.
Cass: Good, there you are. I need to talk to you.
Felicia: Hi, honey.
Cass: Hello, Iris, Lucas.
Iris: Hello, Cass.
Lucas: Hi, Cass.
Cass: Sorry to interrupt. When you get a minute, ok?
Felicia: No. I think now is perfect. In fact, I'm sure of it. Lucas.
Lucas: What did you say to her?
Lucas: Yes. I -- I met her coming out of the -- from the phone and she was upset. She's still upset.
Iris: And I'm to blame, of course.
Lucas: Did you talk to her about me?
Iris: Now you want some answers?
Lucas: Listen, Iris, I donít like you trying to run my life.
Iris: Oh, you're very fluent about what you donít like. What about what I donít like? I certainly donít like your arrogance.
Lucas: That's enough!
Iris: Yeah, you bet it's enough. You're damn right.
Lucas: Where are you going?
Iris: I'm going to the ladies' room. At least I donít have to sit and watch you looking at her there.
Cass: Now, donít worry. We're going to get him out on bail as soon as possible.
Felicia: Oh, Cass, this poor kid. I know he hates being locked up.
Cass: I just wanted you to hear it from me before you read it in the newspapers.
Felicia: Thanks. Is there anything that I can do?
Cass: Oh, we'll probably have him out before you could. There's this thing called the constitution, you know.
Felicia: Yeah, thank God.
Cass: So what was going on out there on the balcony between you and Iris?
Felicia: Oh. Iris seems to have some notions about Lucas and me.
Cass: Oh, yeah?
Felicia: Yeah. She actually told me to keep my hands off of him.
Cass: Off of Lucas?
Felicia: Yes. I'm telling you, I think she's going off the deep end, I really do. I mean, Lucas and I are friends now. I mean, he knows it and so do I.
Cass: Well, you do anyway.
Cass: So, that's all that happened with Iris?
Felicia: I know what you're thinking -- I usually shrug this sort of thing off. I just sort of chalk it up to Iris' sweet disposition.
Cass: So why couldn't you this time?
Cass: Loneliness is getting to you.
Felicia: I keep telling myself that everything was ok when he left.
Cass: But you're not sure.
Felicia: Right. Right. And the worst part of it -- he's going to be gone for, I donít know, weeks maybe, so we canít fix it up until he gets back.
Cass: Yes, you can, and I know how.
Evan: All right, young lady, what do you expect me to do?
Evan: Oh, I see, and while I'm pushing, what are you going to be doing?
Vicky: Steering, of course.
Evan: No, no, no, no, no.
Vicky: Well, what else would you want me to do?
Evan: Look, you got us off that road. You're going to help us get back on.
Evan: No, Vicky, the girl standing behind you.
Vicky: Fine! Where? There -- there?
Evan: Yes. Now, follow me. Now, we get this car pushed upright, we can probably get it back on the road.
Evan: Now, watch your step.
Vicky: All right. Oh! It's all muddy.
Evan: You know, that's a clever observation.
Vicky: Well, Evan, I'm going to ruin my shoes.
Evan: Take your damn shoes off and get over here and help me.
Vicky: Oh, fine.
Evan: Stand over here --
Evan: And push on the count of three.
Vicky: Oh! Oh!
Evan: Come on. Ready?
Evan: Here we go -- one --
Evan: Two -- three. Push!
Vicky: Oh, God!
Evan: Vicky --
Evan: Come on. Get up.
Evan: Give me a hand. Come on, get up.
Vicky: Oh! Oh, Evan!
Evan: Oh, that's very funny.
Vicky: Oh. Well, we weren't getting anywhere anyway.
Evan: That's because you weren't pushing when I was counting.
Vicky: Yes, I was!
Evan: Vicky, if you weren't so worried about breaking your nails --
Vicky: All right, there is a reason that we have not moved.
Evan: Yeah, and I'm looking at her.
Vicky: You were pushing there and I was pushing here.
Evan: Oh, I see. So we're both just supposed to sit here pushing the same spot!
Vicky: Wouldnít that make us twice as strong?
Evan: Yeah, so why donít you put twice as much muscle into it?
Vicky: Are you always this nice to a woman stranded on the roadside?
Evan: Well, yes, when she gets herself in this position because she was driving like a maniac.
Vicky: All right, that's not fair.
Evan: Vicky, get up here right now, put your hands right here, and help me push! Let's go!
Vicky: Well, all right!
Evan: On the count of three.
Vicky: All right.
Evan: You ready?
Evan: And I want you to push this time.
Vicky: All right! One --
Evan: I'll count.
Evan: One, two, three. Now, push.
Vicky: Oh, God! Oh, God!
Vicky: Look at your face!
Vicky: Very cute.
Evan: Ok, now what?
Vicky: Hmm -- call a tow truck.
Evan: Oh, yeah, Vicky. You see a phone around here?
Vicky: Oh, come on. I'm sure there's one around someplace.
Evan: Well, that's what I love about you, Vicky -- you've got an answer for everything.
Vicky: Hey, is everything my fault?
Evan: Almost everything. Excuse me.
Vicky: Ooh, you think that's funny?
Evan: Yeah, I do.
Vicky: You think -- you do?
Evan: No, it's just that I've never quite seen you this way before. You look great.
Vicky: Oh, sweetheart, you're not going to win any beauty contests, either.
Vicky: Now, come on! How do we get to a phone?
Evan: Well, we walk, obviously. The question is I just donít know which way.
Vicky: All right, help me up. Now, weren't there some -- oh. Weren't there some places back before we turned?
Evan: Oh, I wouldnít know. They went by in such a blur.
Vicky: Hey, comments like that are not going to get us out of here.
Evan: But I did see a nice little motel.
Vicky: Ok. Let's go. Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait. What about my car?
Evan: What do you mean, your car?
Vicky: Well, are we just going to leave it here like this?
Evan: Well, Vicky, if we canít drive it, who can? The bears aren't going to come out of the woods and take it for a joyride.
Vicky: Hey, I'm a little upset! This is my brand-new sports car!
Evan: All right, I'll tell you what we do -- when I get us a ride, I'll have the tow truck come back and get your precious little car.
Vicky: Thank you.
Evan: Now, if you're up to it and you donít mind walking on a gravel road -- because I wouldnít want you to ruin your little shoes --
Vicky: Ooh, baby, they're already ruined. Now they just kind of go "squish, squish, squish."
Evan: Well, remember this -- if you get lost, you're on your own, so try to keep up, will you?
[As Evan] "Try and keep up, will you?" "If you get lost, you're on your own." "Will you --"
[Normal voice] Evan! Evan, no!
Cass: Ok -- ok? Ok. You have Mitchís itinerary, ok?
Cass: So you know exactly where he is, ok?
Cass: Ok. So you start packing, ok?
Felicia: Oh, honey, that's impossible.
Felicia: What do you mean, "why"? This place, for one -- I am the owner, remember? And my talk show and I also have to have my first draft out by the end of the month for my publisher.
Cass: Felicia, come here. Come here. I know you're going to find this very difficult to believe, ok?
Cass: Bay City will probably survive without you, for a little while anyway, ok?
Felicia: No, not ok. These are commitments.
Cass: I understand that, but Franco and herb hokum have always run Tops well whenever you've been out of town.
Felicia: That's true.
Cass: And you can do reruns of your talk show, the best of "Felicia."
Felicia: The adoption show isnít ready to be aired yet.
Cass: And as far as the romance novel is concerned --
Cass: You want the only romance in your life to come from your writing?
Felicia: That's not --
Cass: Mitch is the most important thing in your life, isnít he?
Felicia: Yes, of course he is.
Cass: And you miss him like crazy, right?
Felicia: Like crazy, but --
Cass: But what?
Felicia: Mitch --
Cass: Mitch what?
Felicia: Well, he has --
Cass: Will you stop making me ask you what? He has what?
Felicia: Look, Mitch and Rachel -- they go back a lot of years together.
Cass: Now, wait a minute. What does Rachel have to do with anything?
Felicia: Well, Rachel is going through a bad thing right now and -- and Mitch is somebody that she can lean on.
Cass: And this is why you canít leave Bay City and go work things out with your husband.
Felicia: Maybe he wouldnít be happy to see me.
Felicia: He doesn't understand about Lucas and to be perfectly honest, I've been a little miffed about Rachel.
Cass: All the more reason why you two should be alone together.
Felicia: You're right.
Cass: I'm always right.
Felicia: I know.
Cass: I am. I've been trying to tell you that. Listen, let's go back, use your office, the telephone. I have an all-night travel --
Lucas: I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but I need to speak to Fanny alone.
Stacey: Derek? That guard outside -- is he one of the ones who beat you up?
Derek: No. Look, forget that. You will never be able to prove a thing.
Stacey: Oh, yes, I will.
Derek: Stacey, I need to talk to Jamie.
Stacey: Ok. There's something I have to do anyway. I'll see you. My client is staying overnight here.
Guard: Says who?
Stacey: Says the doctor, and I donít want any grief about it.
Jamie: No, nothing's broken, Derek, but if the pain continues, I want to run some more tests.
Derek: I'm ok.
Jamie: No, you're not ok. You're in a lot of pain. You might as well admit it.
Derek: Yeah, it hurts.
Jamie: So I'll prescribe something. Donít worry about it.
Derek: How come I have to stay overnight?
Jamie: Because I want to monitor your hematocrits for the next 24 hours.
Derek: My what?
Jamie: It checks for internal bleeding.
Derek: Oh. Right. Can I talk to you about something?
Jamie: Sure. You got some more pain someplace else?
Derek: No, it's not about me, it's about Stacey.
Jamie: What about her?
Derek: Oh -- Stacey -- she's kind of upset.
Jamie: Yeah. I could tell.
Derek: Are lawyers supposed to do all this stuff she's doing for me?
Jamie: I donít know.
Derek: Well, I want you to help me out. I want you to get her out of here.
Jamie: Now, wait a minute, Derek. Why should I get rid of Stacey?
Derek: Because she's in too deep.
Jamie: In too deep? How is she in too deep?
Derek: She doesn't know what she's doing.
Jamie: What are you talking about? She's the best lawyer you could possibly have.
Derek: I mean, things aren't right, not for her.
Jamie: I'm not sure if I know what you're talking about.
Derek: I donít want to get her in trouble.
Jamie: What kind of trouble?
Derek: Look, man, now, you know we're not just -- you know she's not just my lawyer, right?
Jamie: I know you've been seeing each other, yes.
Derek: Well, see, we've gotten close and I -- my life is always going to be like this, and I can take it but not with her watching.
Jamie: Derek, are you trying to get rid of her as a lawyer or as a girlfriend?
Derek: See, she canít be either one -- that's what I'm trying to tell you. It's not going to work.
Jamie: This is something you should discuss with Stacey, not with me.
Derek: Man, no, she wouldnít listen because she's -- she's out -- like, right now, man. She's out there trying to help me with the cops and she's yelling at wardens and screaming at judges.
Jamie: Oh, yeah, and you donít want that?
Derek: Why should she have to put everything on the line for me? This morning in the court, judge calls me a vagrant, and I am.
Jamie: Derek, I still donít see what this has to do with me.
Derek: Hey, you're her friend, right? I mean, you were even engaged to her at one time, huh?
Derek: She'd listen to you.
Jamie: And what am I supposed to tell her?
Derek: You're supposed to tell her to drop me as a client.
Jamie: Derek, you need a lawyer.
Derek: Hey, the court will give me a new one.
Jamie: Discuss this with Stacey and leave me out of it, all right?
Derek: Hey, man, she still cares for you -- I know it. And she'd listen. And I bet you could give her lots of good reasons to stay away from a guy like me.
Jamie: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Derek: Look, man, I know you donít think I'm the right kind of guy for her. If you could convince her to drop this case, I'd be out of her life.
Jamie: Is that what you really want?
Derek: Yeah. You probably do, too, right?
Jamie: Look, Derek --
Derek: So what do you say, man? You going to help me out?
Stacey: Hi. I'm back. What's the prognosis?
Lucas: You're still here -- good.
Felicia: Ah, well, I wonít be for long.
Felicia: Well, Cass and I were about to go to my office and make me reservations.
Cass: Feliciaís going to join Mitch. Isnít that nice?
Felicia: Yeah, he talked some sense into me. I miss him a lot and I'm going to go and be with him.
Lucas: Good for Cass.
Lucas: Um -- so you're off, then?
Felicia: Yeah, as soon as possible, but you wanted to talk to me about something.
Cass: Why donít I wait for you at the bar, ok?
Felicia: Oh, great. Thanks, honey, yeah.
Cass: No problem.
Felicia: Sit down.
Lucas: Well, I -- I think it's a terrific idea that you're going to see Mitch.
Felicia: Well, I've been really miserable without him.
Lucas: I know how that feels.
Felicia: I'll -- I'll have to call him, of course, I mean, to make sure it's ok.
Lucas: Oh, I have a feeling it will be.
Iris: Hi, Cass.
Cass: Hi, Iris.
Iris: Lucas doesn't look too happy.
Cass: I guess he didnít know about Feliciaís plans.
Iris: What are Feliciaís plans?
Cass: She's going to visit Mitch.
Iris: She is?
Iris: Well, how did that come about?
Cass: I told her I thought it was a good idea.
Iris: You know, you are wonderful. You are really wonderful.
Cass: Why, Iris, you're being so nice to me.
Iris: Positive reinforcement, darling. For once, you've done something right.
Lucas: I'm going to miss you, very much. I just wanted you to know that.
Felicia: Thank you.
Lucas: I mean, I have a lot of friends in Bay City now, but I only really trust you. You're my only real friend.
Felicia: Luke, come on. You'll -- you'll meet some other people and -- and Mitch and I will be back in a week or two.
Lucas: Yeah. You'll keep in touch, right?
Felicia: Um -- I donít know.
Lucas: Well, just in case we hear from, you know, our daughter.
Felicia: Yes. Oh, yes, of course I will. Our daughter. It's really too bad that we were never given a chance to give her a real name.
Lucas: Yeah. You know, I know it looks bleak now, but that could change anytime.
Felicia: I know. Ok. I'll call every day.
Lucas: Well, I guess we better be going.
Felicia: Oh, yeah. I've got to talk to Herb --
Felicia: About running this place.
Felicia: Excuse me. Luke, bye.
Iris: Felicia? Do have a wonderful time.
Felicia: Oh, Iris -- gee, thanks.
Iris: Oh, but just remember one thing -- Mitchís work is very important, so donít you keep him up too late.
Felicia: I'll try. Excuse me.
Lucas: Felicia never mentioned going to see Mitch until you arrived tonight.
Cass: I suggested it.
Lucas: So she says.
Cass: Do you have a problem with that?
Lucas: Not at all. Feliciaís my friend, too. I want the best for her just like you do.
Lucas: Well, I'd better not keep the lady waiting, huh?
Cass: Lady? Oh, you mean Iris.
Lucas: You know, I -- I almost forgot to apologize for taking Frankie away from you.
Cass: Oh, hey, she wasn't really very happy working for me anyway.
Cass: Live and let live.
Lucas: Strange, though, isnít it?
Cass: What is?
Lucas: Frankie decided to quit being your P.I. on the very day that I needed an assistant. Coincidence, I guess, huh? Good night.
Cass: Good night.
Vicky: Oh, my God.
Evan: Yeah, Tom, this is the lap of luxury.
Tom: Just like I said, you're very lucky.
Vicky: Oh, yeah! You wouldnít believe the luck we're having today.
Evan: You sure there's no phones around here? I can make one of them credit card calls --
Tom: What's the matter -- you donít believe me? Like I said, this afternoon, a semi missed the turn about a mile away and tore down a whole string of poles. Here -- you want to listen to some dead air?
Evan: No, no, that's ok.
Vicky: Hey, we believe you.
Tom: You could always try and hitch a ride over to Pierceville. That's 16 miles west. Their phones are working.
Vicky: No, God. I canít walk another step.
Evan: Tom, I think it's a little -- a little late to be hitch-hiking to Pierceville, so we -- we would like to stay here.
Tom: Do you want the room?
Vicky: Yeah. Is this all you have?
Tom: Yes, and you're very lucky because this is one of the best rooms we have.
Evan: Is that so?
Tom: Yes, and it goes for 35.
Vicky: We'll take it.
Tom: I like my money in advance.
Vicky: Oh -- fine.
Evan: Ok, it's no problem. Let me get my wallet.
Vicky: Oh -- oh.
Evan: You know, I left my wallet in my coat.
Tom: Well, where's your coat?
Evan: I left it in the car.
Vicky: With my purse.
Tom: Ok. Well, you canít have the room.
Vicky: Wait a minute! Wait!
Evan: No, wait, wait, wait. There's something we can work out here, Tom.
Tom: I said I like my money upfront.
Vicky: You take plastic, right?
Tom: Sure do.
Vicky: Well, sweetheart, what's that you're always telling me about "you donít necessarily need the card when you have memorized your card number," right?
Evan: Oh, right -- yeah, I just happened to have my credit card number memorized.
Tom: You've got your credit card number memorized?
Evan: Well, Tom, I only got one.
Tom: Oh, I donít know --
Vicky: Oh, come on.
Evan: Let me just write it down and I'll sign it, ok? It's 572-697-333 --
Evan: 714, expiration date 8/1990. How's that?
Evan: Let me just sign that for you. There you go. I'll tell you what -- I'm going to throw an extra $20 in for service for you.
Tom: I'll do that.
Evan: Thank you.
Evan: Take care of yourself.
Vicky: Thanks! Oh.
Evan: Oh. You're really good.
Vicky: You're pretty good yourself.
Evan: Well, there's no way to check the number because the phone lines are down.
Vicky: And people call me an operator.
Evan: Well, there you go.
Vicky: Dude, good job.
Evan: You know what I'm going to do?
Evan: I'm going to take a shower.
Vicky: No, you're not! There is one thing -- ladies before gentlemen when it comes to the showers.
Evan: Wait a second, wait a second. I never said I was a gentleman.
Vicky: Evan! Oh! Two can play at that game, buddy! Jerk! You're not getting in before me.
Iris: For you.
Iris: What's that?
Lucas: This is a present.
Iris: For me?
Lucas: Of course.
Iris: Oh, God. I didnít expect it. Donít be silly.
Lucas: I know you didnít.
Iris: You know, the men in my life have been so predictable. And you always just keep me off balance.
Lucas: Do I?
Iris: Yes. Just when I think you're losing interest, you're -- they're beautiful.
Lucas: Do you like them?
Iris: They're lovely. Thank you. You going to help me put them on?
Iris: Get that.
Lucas: There you go.
Iris: Thank you. I wish I had a present for you.
Lucas: That question you asked before -- I hope this answers.
Iris: You know, you can be so charming.
Iris: So what do you think? They me?
Lucas: They are now.
Jamie: No, that is definitely my order. I want the patient to stay here at least overnight. I just gave him a sedative, and he's not going anywhere, ok?
Guard: The warden's going to complain about the overtime.
Stacey: That isnít your problem.
Guard: Yeah? I'm the one that's got to listen to him. Look, I'll call him up and we'll just see what he says.
Stacey: Oh, Jamie, thank you so much.
Jamie: It's the least I could do.
Stacey: Well, I know it was late and you'd like to be with Steven.
Jamie: Anytime, pal.
Jamie: I just want you to be happy.
Stacey: Oh, I am. Is something wrong?
Jamie: No. No, I -- but I was -- I was wondering --
Stacey: Wondering what?
Jamie: Are you sure you should be getting so involved with Derek?
Stacey: Why do you ask? Did he say something?
Jamie: Yeah, yeah, he -- he wants you to drop his case.
Stacey: Did he say why?
Jamie: No. No, he didnít.
Stacey: Well, he just is afraid of needing somebody, that's all.
Jamie: A little too proud, huh?
Jamie: But you're sure you're doing the right thing? I mean, you two seem so different.
Stacey: Well, I know. But maybe that's why I like him. Do you think it's weird, Derek and I?
Jamie: I donít know, maybe.
Stacey: You know, Jamie, when I was young, I thought I knew everything -- what kind of car I'd have, what kind of friends I'd end up with, what the man I married would be like.
Jamie: It didnít work out, did it?
Stacey: No. Maybe it never does.
Jamie: No. No, it never does.
Vicky: Oh, Evan, donít be such a sore loser.
Evan: Would you just go take your shower?
Vicky: Oh, this place is so crazy.
Vicky: No soap, only one towel --
Evan: Well, what, you tell me you're wearing my towel?
Vicky: No! Oh, hey! This is my towel, which I will give you when I am dry.
Evan: Well, will you save me some hot water, then?
Vicky: Aha. See? One bar of soap. Do you know this place is really nuts? The washcloth was in the medicine cabinet.
Evan: You're losing your mind. Get in there, take a shower.
Vicky: You will see me when I'm clean.
Vicky: Oh, God!
Vicky: There's a bug!
Evan: A what?
Vicky: It's big. Evan --
Evan: A bug?
Vicky: It is a really, really big bug. Oh, God.
Evan: Come on, after all we've been through, you're scared of a bug?
Vicky: Please get in there.
Evan: Wait a second, wait a second. Now, I've never backed down from a bug before. Out of my way.
Vicky: Ok, all right, go get him, killer.
Evan: Yeah, bug killer to the rescue.
Vicky: Oh. Ugh.
Evan: Ay, ay, ay, that's the biggest damn bug I've ever seen.
Vicky: I told you it was big!
Evan: No way!
Vicky: Just get back in there --
Evan: No, I'm --
Vicky: And go kill the bug.
Evan: I canít get him.
Vicky: He's big.
Evan: I got him!
Vicky: Oh. Bug dead?
Evan: Yeah, he's dead.
Vicky: Good, I like dead bugs.
Evan: Something else I just noticed.
Vicky: Oh, God, there's another bug. Where is it?
Evan: There's no lock on that door.
Evan: So that means when you're in there taking your shower anybody can walk in that room.
Vicky: Oh. Well, I guess they could, if they wanted to.
Felicia: Well -- ahem -- I -- I talked to Mitch.
Cass: And he said, "no, stay away, donít come, I never want to see you again." I can tell by the look on your face.
Felicia: He's picking me up at the airport.
Cass: Oh, that's great.
Cass: I'm really glad.
Felicia: Thanks. I am, too. Things have been a little hard lately.
Cass: Well, you've had a lot to do.
Felicia: I know. Listen, do me a favor. Go see Derek, explain to him why I canít come and see him, will you?
Cass: I'll take care of that.
Cass: And this business with Rachel -- donít get too upset, ok?
Felicia: I know. I keep telling myself every day this is Matthewís mother.
Cass: And she always has been.
Felicia: I know.
Cass: It just never seemed to bother you before.
Felicia: Right. I really hate myself for feeling this way. I know that Rachel needs help right now.
Cass: But you still wish that Mitch wouldnít be the one she leaned on?
Felicia: Right. I know how powerful the past can be.
Iris: Do you know I decided to give you up?
Iris: Yeah, when I went to the ladies' room this evening. I looked in the mirror and I could see all this mascara running down my cheeks, and I thought, to hell with it, I donít need this. Anyway, I was going to tell you when we came back here this evening. In fact, I almost walked out on you at Tops.
Lucas: What made you change your mind?
Iris: Oh, these did, of course.
Iris: So you had them with you all evening?
Lucas: Yes, yes, I did.
Iris: Well, why? Was it such a hideous night?
Lucas: I'm sorry it was a hideous night for you.
Iris: It's all right. I'm just trying to understand. I mean, you had this beautiful gift for me. You didnít want me to go to dinner with you. You wouldnít answer my questions about Felicia.
Lucas: Look, Iris --
Iris: It's all right. I donít want to fight, not anymore.
Lucas: I donít either.
Iris: You know, this is the first present you've ever given me.
Lucas: Yeah, yes, it is.
Iris: They're beautiful. They're just my style. I didnít know you knew me that well.
Lucas: I didnít either.
Iris: You know, you make me so happy sometimes.
Lucas: That's good.
Iris: I'm sorry I made such a fuss about Felicia.
Lucas: It's over.
Iris: You know, I'm so glad I didnít walk out that door tonight. I'm glad I didnít give up on us.
Jamie: All right, the warden gave his approval. He can stay.
Stacey: Oh, terrific. Let's go in and tell him.
Jamie: No, no, no, hold on, hold on. The warden gave very specific instructions -- no visitors.
Stacey: What do you mean?
Jamie: I mean that it's like he's virtually in jail right now. He was very emphatic about that.
Stacey: So I canít see him?
Jamie: Well, not unless you want to get him in trouble.
Stacey: Well, canít you intervene? Go in as a doctor, I mean.
Jamie: What am I supposed to do? Prescribe a visit from his lawyer every four hours?
Stacey: Jamie, I have to see him.
Jamie: You know, now I think I know what Derek meant.
Jamie: Maybe you are getting too involved here.
Stacey: What is wrong with that?
Jamie: Well, I donít know, probably nothing, you're going to break the rules, anyway, but do me a favor, Stacey. When you do break the rules, just make sure I'm not here, ok, please?
Stacey: Ok, so we'll go in and we'll just be a few minutes.
Jamie: Didnít you just hear what I said? He's still a prisoner.
Stacey: I have to make sure that he's all right.
Jamie: He's fine. I'm a doctor. Trust me, he's fine. Now, will you back off, or you're going to get yourself and Derek in trouble.
Stacey: We'll just peek in for a few seconds. What do you say?
Jamie: Oh -- ok, I -- so much for your peeking in.
Stacey: Donít count on it.
Iris: I love this part.
Lucas: What part?
Iris: Being with a man in the beginning when he treats you so beautifully.
Lucas: Wow. Sounds like you've had a few disappointments.
Iris: Oh, yeah, I donít have a good track record as far as marriage is concerned.
Lucas: How many?
Iris: I had my share. All of them have been disasters. What about you?
Lucas: I've never been married.
Iris: Well, what about the women in your life, I mean?
Lucas: What about them?
Iris: Well, I know you've never been married, but, I mean, does that mean you never want to try it?
Lucas: Well, I have this saying.
Iris: What saying?
Lucas: Never say never.
Jamie: Oh! My goodness! I canít believe how clumsy I am!
Officer: That's all right.
Jamie: Oh, my gosh.
Officer: It's ok.
Jamie: Oh, thanks a lot. Really. Oh, you donít have to help, but thanks, I appreciate it.
Officer: That's all right.
Jamie: Yeah, great. Thanks a lot.
Derek: You're not supposed to be here.
Stacey: Shh. I know.
Derek: Jamie -- didnít he tell you?
Stacey: He tried to tell me, but I wouldnít listen. Now, you go back to sleep. Go back to sleep.
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