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Another World Transcript Monday 10/24/05
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Proofread by Daniel
Cass: It's the law, Muldoon. You're supposed to give me a phone call.
Officer Muldoon: You've already had 4 phone calls.
Cass: And no one answered.
Officer Muldoon: Oh, does the law specify an answered phone call, counselor?
Cass: Look, everyone I know is at this wedding. If you give me a chance to look up the number of the rectory, I could--aw, come on.
Officer Muldoon: Why donít you step inside?
Cass: Oh, no. You're not gonna make me do this.
Officer Muldoon: You know, you need a little time for contemplation, Mr. Winthrop.
Officer Muldoon: On respect and cooperation with your officer of the law.
Officer Muldoon: Do I have to call my deputy?
Cass: You know, I was supposed to be at this wedding.
Officer Muldoon: Mm-hmm.
Cass: As I--as I--as I speak, I'm supposed to be there.
Officer Muldoon: I could get you a public defender. Some of those young fellows aren't too bad.
Cass: Hey, hey, she doesn't need a lawyer; she has me.
Officer Muldoon: Like I said, some of those public defenders are pretty sharp.
Cass: Muldoon, this is a violation of my constitutional rights. You understand that? As well as being cruel and unusual punishment. Happy?
Cecile: I really think you should have let me handle him, darling.
Cass: Let you ha--this is your fault, Cecile! I'm not going to go to this wedding, and it's all your fault.
Cecile: I'm sorry, all right. I'm--
Cass: I donít care what you say. I donít care what you do. You've messed up my life one time too many, and I'm never going to forgive you for it. Ever.
Evan: Well, Mrs. Hudson, it looks like you're going to get a ringside seat.
Clara: I canít believe my little boy is finally getting married.
Clara: Thank you.
Zack: Well. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's almost the zero hour.
Frankie: Yes, I know.
Ronnie: Do weddings make you nervous?
Frankie: Oh, no, no. Uh... I think I'm being stood up again.
Clara: I love you, John.
Michael: Well, buddy... this is it.
Donna: Now, when you walk with your flowers...
Evan: [Clears throat] What? Is she ready?
Josie: She looks beautiful.
Donna: Yeah, she just wanted a few minutes to herself. She'll be right out.
Evan: Ok. Well, you know what this means, donít you?
Evan: You're on. But before you go...
Frankie: Thank you.
Donna: Thank you.
Evan: All right.
Donna: Oh, I'm first. All right. Just remember--
Josie: Flowers down.
Frankie: Flowers low, ok.
Donna: Chin up.
Evan: Can you believe this? Do I have to walk like this?
Vicky: Something's bothering Mom. Jake.
Vicky: She's got a funny look on her face.
Jake: So what?
[Wedding March begins]
Evan: You look beautiful. Are you ready?
Iris: Sorry we're late. The traffic was absolutely backed up for miles right down the highway.
Iris: Maybe we can find a seat at the back of the church?
Evan: Sharlene. Well, are you ready?
Sharlene: Yes, I'm ready. I've been ready for this for a long time.
Evan: One second, one second. Phew. You lookin' mighty fine.
Minister: Who gives this woman to be married to this man?
Evan: I do.
Minister: Please be seated. We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of John Hudson and Sharlene Frame-Watts. Martin Luther once said, "There is no more lovely, friendly, and charming relationship, communion, or company than a good marriage. I've gotten to know John and Sharlene in the past few weeks, and I'm convinced that they come here today not only as lovers but also as friends... companions. That they come before you this afternoon to begin that most lovely, friendly, and charming of relationships--a good marriage. Do you, John, take Sharlene to be your lawful wedded wife... to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?
John: Yeah, I do.
Minister: Sharlene, do you take John to be your lawful wedded husband... to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?
Sharlene: Yes. Oh, I'm sorry--I do.
John: With this ring, I thee wed.
Minister: Place the ring on Johnís finger and repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.
Sharlene: With this ring, I thee wed.
Minister: Bless, oh lord, this ring, that he who gives it and she who wears it May abide in thy peace and continue in thy favor, unto their lifeí end. A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to get and a time to lose, a time to keep and a time to cast away, a time to rend and a time to sew, a time to keep silence and a time to speak... a time of love and a time of hate, a time of war and a time of peace. John and Sharlene, this is your time. Those whom God has joined together, let no man put asunder. For as much as John and Sharlene have consented together in holy wedlock and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth to each other and declared the same by giving and receiving rings and joining hands, I declare them to be husband and wife. In the name of the father and of the son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Uh, you can kiss her now.
John: Oh, yes.
Cass: I should have known.
Cass: Coming here to help you.
[In sing-song voice] I should have known what would happen.
Cecile: Look, Cass, I said I was sorry.
Cass: Cecile, you get yourself into these situations, and then I'm supposed to bail you out. I mean, where do you get off mouthing off to a police officer while he's giving you a traffic citation?
Cecile: Ok, now just wait a minute--
Cass: Aren't you the slightest bit embarrassed for yourself, patterning you life after Zsa Zsa Gabor? How the glamorous have fallen.
Cecile: Ok, that's it.
Cass: I mean, I'm going to miss the whole stupid wedding now!
Cecile: I couldn't care less.
Cass: Oh, obviously not.
Cecile: All you had to do was show a little restraint.
Cass: Restraint... what!
Cecile: I am sick and tired of always being blamed for everything that goes wrong. Yes, if you just handled that guy right we'd both be out of here by now!
Cass: I'll tell you what I handled wrong. I handled you wrong. As soon as I heard your voice on the phone this morning I should have said, "Too bad, baby." I should have gone to the wedding, and I should have left you to rot in this jail cell.
Cecile: Oh, yes. Thank goodness you ran to my rescue.
Cass: Oh--just... shut up!
Cass: Oh, boy.
Cecile: I thought we were going to be quiet?
Cass: How could I think that you would let me go to a wedding? You donít like me to go to weddings. You didnít even let me go to mine.
Cecile: Oh, I knew you were going to bring that up.
Cass: You and those two amazons had to kidnap me from my own wedding, you held me prisoner so that I could do stud service for you and his impotent majesty.
Cecile: Oh, so what? You didnít end up doing it, did you?
Cecile: No, I managed to abstain.
Cecile: Talk about restraint.
Cass: [Chuckles] It wasn't all that difficult. Kathleen was waiting for me.
Cecile: Were you really all that happy with Kathleen?
Cass: Well, we didnít have that much time to spend with each other, but... yeah, that's about as happy as I've ever been.
Cass: Look, I'm going to say something now, and I want you to just listen and not make a smart remark, ok?
Cass: I'll make every effort.
Cecile: I know that I was responsible for some of that time you lost with Kathleen, and since you tell me you were so happy with her, I'm really sorry I did it. Yeah, I'M... I can have a sincere feeling every now and then. You know, I really think it was good that you didnít go to that wedding.
Cass: Mmm... I'm sure you do.
Cecile: I do... for your sake.
Cass: And you're always looking out for my best interests, aren't you?
Cecile: Oh, yeah. I can see you now sitting in that church. All you'd be doing is thinking about Kathleen... or thinking about what might have happened with Nicole. Now tell me that that would've made you feel good?
Cass: Cecile, people donít always get to feel good. People have obligations.
Cecile: Obligations? The Cass I used to know didnít know the meaning of the word.
Cass: Yeah, well, the Cass you used to know doesn't exist anymore.
Cecile: Oh. Well, that's a pity. I understand how lonely you've been.
Cass: Oh, you do?
Cecile: Mm-hmm. I've been lonely, too. I think it's made me see things differently. I think I can help you. I think I'm just what you need. I only wish I could make you believe that.
John: We really did it, didnít we?
Sharlene: Are you happy?
John: I am very happy.
Sharlene: [Whispering] Good.
Photographer: Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson.
Sharlene: Um--if you want Clara, Claraís inside.
John: Sharlene... I think he means you.
Sharlene: Oh, me? Mrs. Hudson?
Photographer: I thought I'd start setting up the family shots, is that ok?
Sharlene: Oh, well, I suppose I can help. Yes, I think it's a marvelous time.
Vicky: So, is Mikey doing better?
Vicky: His cold--Mom said he was up all night the night before last.
Donna: Yes, I used the vaporizer and he's a lot better.
Vicky: Well, donít worry. Bridget will get him back to normal in no time at all. She knows every remedy in the book.
Donna: I know she does. Mikey is over at Victoria's, and Bridgetís taking care of him.
Vicky: What, Dad, you didnít know?
Michael: Uh--no, I knew. I just--I actually had to drive over here--to the wedding--from work.
Donna: Excuse me, I'm just going to go check my hair.
Michael: Uh, if you'll excuse me.
Vicky: All right, I was right. Something is definitely wrong with the two of them.
Jake: Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out where Marleyís at.
Photographer: Gentleman on the right.
Photographer: You--could you cross around to the other side, please?
Josie: Oh, yeah, that'll be nice! The bridesmaids on one side--come on--and the groomsmen on the other.
Frankie: See, I have to watch you like a hawk just to make sure you look good.
John: Thank you.
Sharlene: Everybody smile! Come on.
Frankie: Oh, yeah!
Sharlene: Bravo, you cuties. Oh, you look wonderful.
Josie: I wanted to show you the wedding cake. It's so beautiful. You have to see it.
Sharlene: Everything seems to be perfect, doesn't it?
John: Yeah, now it does.
Amanda: You haven't said a word to me since the ceremony.
Sam: Sometimes words aren't necessary.
Amanda: What do you mean by that?
Sam: I think you can figure that out.
Rachel: Look at Matthew and Josie. Aren't they sweet?
Mitch: Before we know it, we're going to be standing in his way.
Rachel: Time goes so quickly, doesn't it?
Iris: Well, at least it didnít take place in the barn.
Lucas: Felicia. There must be a problem. Excuse me.
Felicia: Hi. Um... I was looking for all the waiters. They're going to start cutting the cake, and I'd like all of you out there to help serve it. Great, thank you.
Lucas: [From outside] Felicia.
Felicia: Did you follow me in here?
Lucas: I just wanted to see if you were all right.
Felicia: Luke, this has to stop.
Lucas: What does?
Felicia: You. You canít keep jumping into the breach every time I have a hangnail.
Lucas: Aw, come on, Fanny, we're friends. I just wanted to--
Felicia: Luke. You said you loved me.
Lucas: Yeah, I know what I said.
Felicia: I think we have to talk about what's between us... once and for all.
[Cheering and applause]
Sharlene: Donít flip it! Donít flip it. I'm getting it. I've got it. Ready, lift, lift, lift.
John: Come on, have some cake. Please, help yourselves.
Michael: Honey, I--
Donna: Please donít call me honey.
Michael: I just wanted to know about Mikey.
Donna: He's fine, he's fine. Everything is fine. He's better. He just has a cold, that's all. Michael, I canít do this. I canít pretend like everything is all right. I canít do it.
Iris: Lovely party.
Michael: Yes, isnít it, though.
Iris: How come you donít look happy?
Iris: What's Donna done this time?
Michael: Donna has done nothing. Nothing at all.
Jake: You act like you wanted this to happen.
Vicky: That's not true. Jake, it's just this--this reception has gone on an hour and she hasn't shown up yet. She was always punctual.
Jake: Vicky, you're talking about her like she's dead.
Vicky: Jake, donít you think I miss her, too?
Jake: She said she was coming.
Vicky: I know, honey. Look, maybe she wanted to come, and then she thought about it again, and she realized that she couldn't quite face it yet.
Jake: Maybe you're right. Excuse me.
>> ...What can make me feel this way my girl
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Sam: I am so tired of hearing you say how wonderful things are.
Amanda: Well, why donít you believe me?
Sam: Because every time I turn around you're talking to Evan or looking at Evan or working with Evan. I gotta tell you, I'm sick of it.
Amanda: Sick of it?
Sam: Yeah. I've been decent about this; even you have to admit that. But there is a fine line between being decent and being a sucker.
Sam: Listen, if I see you gazing into his eyes one more time, if I hear about you going on a last-minute business trip one more time, it's over.
Sam: I'm gone.
Josie: There you are. You're just in time for a Frame/Cory picture. Come on.
Michael: Oh--good, good. Yeah?
Evan: Ok, why donít you two stand on either side of Sharlene?
Michael: You going to direct this whole thing now?
Evan: Yeah. You two stand on either side of her. Ok, you guys get in there. Wait a second.
Matt: What is he, the director?
Evan: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey.
Matt: Hey, save that for the honeymoon.
Michael: Ok, family.
Photographer: Ok, everybody... and smile!
Sharlene: Thank you... for the album.
Ada: Oh, I love weddings--
Rachel: Yeah, they're lovely.
Ada: ...Other peopleís.
Ada: Well, we haven't had a wedding since what?
Rachel: Jamie and Vicky.
Ada: Oh... right. Well, Sam and Amandaís wedding was wonderful.
Rachel: Yes. Mac was so proud.
Ada: Yes, he was. Time to change the subject.
Rachel: Oh, donít be silly. I'm enjoying this wedding. I'm having a wonderful time. John was just saying what a wonderful time I'm having.
John: I am, too. There's only one thing that would make it better.
Ada: What's better?
John: Dance with you, you lovely lady.
Ada: Well, you've got it, good-lookin'.
John: All right.
Ada: Let's go. Ok?
Mitch: So, are you really having a good time?
Rachel: No, but I'm not going to burden anyone else with that.
Mitch: Is there anything that I can do?
Rachel: You've done enough. You got the swan back for me.
Mitch: Well, I was hoping that would make you feel better once you had her.
Rachel: Yeah, I was, too. I just felt that there was a connection still between Mac and me and that finding the swan I'd know what it was. To find out that it--there was nothing there, it's sort of like losing him again.
Mitch: You shouldnít think that.
Rachel: I know. I keep telling myself that. Mitch, where's Felicia gone?
Mitch: I donít know. Maybe I should find her.
Rachel: I'll be fine. You go on.
Sharlene: I'm so happy. I know we're going to be happy, and I'm very proud to be a member of your family.
Clara: Oh, Sharlene, I couldn't feel closer to you if you were my own daughter. And though no one might have expected it, I feel the same way about Donna.
Michael: You do?
Sharlene: Did you ever tell Michael about the gifts?
Michael: The gifts?
Clara: No, I'm not supposed to say anything.
Sharlene: Donna wouldnít mind.
Michael: What gifts?
Clara: Well, she sends me things. Well, something every--every week. I've gotten very friendly with the delivery man.
John: Oh, really.
[Laughter] What kind of things does she send you?
Clara: Oh, lovely bath salts and embroidered pillow cases... and even a bed jacket once. And always with the same note: "Dear Clara, you wouldnít get this for yourself, but you'll love it. Love, Donna. P.S., Donít tell Michael." You know, sometimes I think Donna doesn't want people to know what a good person she is.
John: We know different, donít we, Michael?
Michael: Yeah, Donna is a terrific person, and I guess sometimes you think you know somebody and it turns out that you donít.
Clara: Donna? Donna, your ears must have been burning.
Donna: They certainly were.
John: Mom, I want you to meet some of the guys in the crew.
Sharlene: Oh, and I promised them all a dance. We're gonna be here for our first anniversary if we donít get started.
Donna: I just heard what you said to your mother. You love me. You do love me, donít you?
Felicia: I love that you're in my life again.
Lucas: [Snickers] You're the only person in this town who could say that.
Felicia: Well, you do have a talent for making enemies, that's true, and I donít understand it.
Lucas: You know, it's good to have you on my side.
Felicia: I will always be on your side. But... we can only be friends from here on in. Mitch and I are having some problems, but I love him, and I donít want to lose him. I need you to accept that, and if you donít, then I donít know that we can even be friends.
Lucas: You donít mean that.
Felicia: Yes, I do. This has to be your choice, Luke.
Lucas: You must really love him a lot.
Felicia: I do. And I need him.
Lucas: Ok. I wonít interfere, I promise.
Cecile: Oh, I read about Felicia.
Cass: You did?
Cecile: Mm--I had a subscription to the Bay City paper.
Cass: The boy king liked to read the comics, did he?
Cecile: How could anyone think that she could murder someone?
Cass: I donít know.
Cecile: I mean, we all know she has terrible taste in clothes but murder?
Cass: You must have had a real laugh at the issue about Nicole.
Cecile: I donít know why you think I'm so hard-hearted.
Cass: Only because you've demonstrated it repeatedly.
Cecile: No, I did not laugh at the issue about Nicole. I just wish that I'd been here so you never would have met her in the first place.
Cass: Oh, yeah, that would have solved everything.
Cecile: You know what I think is wonderful about you?
Cass: The way I wear my hat, the way I sip my tea?
Cecile: You're still an idealist.
Cass: Oh, and we all know what real regard you have for idealism.
Cecile: I do. I respect that about you. I just donít like it when people get all icky about it, that's all.
Cass: Oh, where is this guy anyway? You canít hold us in here forever. Hey, Officer Krupke, I'm down on my knees.
Cecile: Yep, the idealist in you. I think that's the one thing that moved me the most... when you asked me to marry you. You do remember that, donít you?
Cecile: You do remember it, donít you?
Officer Muldoon: Ok, your bail's been arranged.
Cass: Bail, bail! How?
Officer Muldoon: I got tired of hearing your noise, took pity on you, called a judge friend of mine. You can go as soon as the paperwork gets here.
Cecile: Well, now wait a minute. Exactly how much bail are we talking about?
Cass: Uh, shut up Cecile. Will you take a check, Muldoon?
Officer Muldoon: You got two ID?
Cass: No problem. You got it.
Officer Muldoon: I'll be back.
Cass: You're beautiful, Muldoon. Did you hear that? Hey, what's the matter with you?
Cecile: I--I donít know why he had to just to barge in here like that.
Cass: Cecile, he can barge in here if he wants to. He's the cop; we're the prisoners. He doesn't have to ask permission, even from you.
Cecile: Well, I think it was awfully rude.
Cass: Oh, you do, do you?
Cecile: Yeah. Here I was still thinking about that day.
Cass: What day?
Cecile: The day you asked me to marry you.
Cass: Oh, that day.
Cecile: Yeah. It was so sweet.
Cecile: It was. There you were, you were down on one knee. You spread out your entire portfolio before me: Your stocks, your bonds, your t-bills.
Cass: Well, I had to try to compete with your deep feeling for peter love.
Cecile: Oh, I was so certain that Peter was the answer.
Cass: And you'd already seen all his assets.
Cecile: I was so sure of myself then.
Cass: I know that feeling.
Cecile: I'm only sure of one thing now. I never should have said no to you that day.
Cecile: No, I donít like to repeat my mistakes, either.
Cecile: Cass, come on. Think about it. Kind of a sweet memory, the way we were back then. You wanted me so much, and I wanted you, but I was just too afraid. But... I'm not afraid anymore.
Lucas: I think everybody's out at the tent.
Mitch: I'm not interested in where everyone is; I was looking for my wife. I hope you haven't said anything to her.
Lucas: Hey, before you blow up, wait one second.
Lucas: Yes, I did talk to your wife. And you're right, it's you that she loves, so I'll back off. But I want to know that I'm onto you.
Mitch: You? You're onto me?
Lucas: Yeah, if you were the saint that you want Fanny to think you are, then why did you hide that note from the red swan? You want everybody to think you're real noble, and I know you're playing an angle, and it better not hurt Fanny.
Mitch: No way, Lucas.
Lucas: Yeah, there's a way. Her name is Rachel Cory.
Mitch: Get out of here.
Lucas: If you hurt Fanny, I'll take her from you. I swear I will.
Donna: Oh! Oh.
Jake: You want to go dance? I canít; I'm waiting for Michael.
Jake: Oh. And aside from looking incredibly stunning tonight, what is this we have on our face? Is this a smile?
Donna: I have a good reason to be happy.
Jake: I'm glad you do.
Donna: I'm sorry about Marley. I'm disappointed that she didnít come.
Jake: Yeah, so am I. So, knowing that, what brings a smile to your face?
Donna: Because by the end of this evening, I'm going to have my husband back.
Vicky: We were going to have a little party, go to a parade, and he'll be back in plenty of time for your big family dinner.
Jamie: That'll be fine.
Vicky: I really appreciate you letting me have time with Steven. I donít know what I would do without him on Thanksgiving.
Jamie: Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean.
Jamie: Say... it's a nice wedding.
Vicky: Yeah, weddings between the Frames and Hudsonís always are. It's afterwards that's hard.
Frankie: Lucas, uh, I have to tell you something. I know that this probably isnít the best place or anything, but--
Lucas: Yeah, go ahead.
Frankie: I'm quitting.
Frankie: You know, resigning, going bye-bye--effective immediately.
Lucas: May I ask why?
Frankie: I just need to go in a new direction, you know? It's nothing personal.
Lucas: Donít worry about it. It seems to be my day for losing people.
Frankie: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Lucas: Well, I'll send a check, or you can pick it up, or whatever you want.
Frankie: Oh, great. Thanks.
Iris: There you are. Did you take care of Felicia?
Lucas: No, she took care of me... for good.
Iris: What does that mean? You all right?
Matt: Olivia! Why aren't you circulating? I thought you'd be picking off some unsuspecting character by now.
Olivia: Well, I guess I'm... I'm just not in the mood.
Josie: I heard from father.
Olivia: Oh, well, so then you know about the new Mrs. Matthews. Shall we call her mummy or be terribly civilized and call her Veronique?
Josie: Well, I--I--I really donít know what to call her.
Olivia: I have a few ideas.
Josie: He wants us to come and visit him.
Olivia: Well, I haven't had much time to think about that.
[Pop song begins]
Josie: Oh, I love this song. We have to dance!
Frankie: You--you didnít talk to Cass, did you?
Zack: Uh, last I heard he was coming over here.
Ronnie: Well, maybe something came up at the last minute.
Frankie: Oh, yeah. I have a funny feeling I know what that is.
Zack: Well, weren't you two supposed to come together?
Frankie: Oh, no, no. I just wanted to tell him that I quit working for Lucas.
Zack: You did?
Frankie: Yeah, just now.
Zack: Does that mean that you're coming back to Winthrop and Edwards?
Frankie: I guess that depends on Winthrop and Edwards.
Zack: Well, Edwards is all for it.
Frankie: Oh, yeah? Well, thank you! You all have fun now. I'll see you later, ok?
Zack: All right, ok.
Ronnie: You know, I'm glad she's not working for that Lucas anymore. I've been hearing some really bad things about that man.
Evan: Join the love train!
Zack: Ronnie, um...
Zack: Can--do you think we can maybe duck out of here early?
Ronnie: But Sharlene hasn't thrown the bouquet yet.
Zack: We need to talk... about us.
Ronnie: I love this song. Come on, let's dance.
Evan: Join the love train! Come on!
Sharlene: Hey, have you asked your mother to dance?
John: My mom?
Sharlene: Your mom! Come on, John, you should.
John: You're right, I should. Thanks. She'll enjoy it.
Sharlene: I know.
John: Donít get lonely.
Sharlene: Go, handsome.
John: To this I should ask her?
Lucas: Sharlene? Thought you might want to dance? This is the first time
Michael: What do you want, Arianne?
Arianne: Do know where the cars are parked there?
Michael: Of course I do. Why?
Arianne: Well, then go outside. Take a look at the car parked directly behind Donnaís. It's a nondescript brown sedan, license number MCP-898.
Michael: Wait a minute. Are you saying someone followed Donna here?
Arianne: Michael, we are keeping an eye on her, but in this crowd--
Michael: You keep an eye on her! She is in danger every minute.
Arianne: Well, then do it now. Tell her, Michael. Lucas is there, and so is the goon who's following her. Do you want him to be following her when the party's over?
Michael: Just relax, Arianne. You know what it is I have to do.
Mitch: There you are.
Felicia: Mitch, hi.
Mitch: You know, I've been looking all over for you.
Felicia: Well, I took a little walk. I wanted to be by myself for a while.
Mitch: You certainly did a wonderful job with the reception. Everyone seems to be very impressed.
Felicia: Huh. Well, that's me, all right. The perfect hostess. Listen, I think maybe I'll go home, if you donít mind. I'm feeling a little tired.
Mitch: Ok, I'll go with you.
Felicia: No, you donít...
Mitch: I'll come with you.
Felicia: Do you really want to?
Mitch: You're my wife. I love you. I want to be with you. Who knows? Maybe you wonít be so tired when we get home.
Felicia: [Chuckles] Maybe. Maybe I wonít be too tired.
Jamie: Now, you are not leaving until I've had the pleasure of at least one dance.
Rachel: Darling, I've got--
Jamie: No, no, no, no, no--no excuses. Come on.
Ronnie: Want to go get something to eat?
Zack: No. I want you to stop avoiding the issue.
Ronnie: What issue?
Zack: You and me.
Zack: Look, Ronnie, when are you going to give us a chance?
Sam: Having fun?
Olivia: Well, I tell you, big parties aren't exactly my thing, especially when I donít know very many people.
Sam: Hmm. Well, they're not my thing, and I do know all the people.
Olivia: [Laughs] Well, I was going to go home, but then I'd have to watch TV with Aunt Liz.
Sam: Come on, Liz is nice.
Olivia: Oh, yeah, she's great. I love her. But lately she seems to be living through me. I mean, all she does is talk about this fresh faces thing.
Sam: Oh, yeah. That reminds me of something.
Olivia: It does?
Sam: Yeah, you got a couple of minutes?
Olivia: Sure, do you?
Sam: Yeah, why not?
Olivia: Well, what about Amanda?
Sam: Donít worry about her. Come on, let's go.
Clara: Oh, John, here you are now. You're married to a wonderful woman. You're happy. You're a doctor.
Clara: And best of all--
Clara: You're clean shaven.
John: I knew it. I knew you could not go throughout this evening without mentioning it.
Clara: Oh, John, I love you.
John: I love you, too, Mom.
Clara: I'm so happy for you.
Sharlene: I really did promise John the next dance.
Lucas: Well, I just wanted to wish you well and see how you were feeling.
Sharlene: I'm fine. Of course, I'm fine.
Lucas: And after your fainting spell last night, I was a little worried.
Sharlene: Lucas, I'm fine.
Lucas: I mean, you left the video loft so quickly, I--I didnít know--
Lucas: Wasn't--didnít know if you could drive.
Sharlene: I didnít leave the loft.
Lucas: Oh, sure. You were only there for a few seconds, but--
Sharlene: Lucas, I donít know what you're trying to do to me, but this is not funny at all.
John: Where did Sharlene go?
Lucas: She went that way.
John: Thanks a lot.
John: Sharlene? Are you ok?
Sharlene: I am.
John: Lucas said that you just took off.
Sharlene: Oh, Lucas asked me to dance, and I--I didnít want to be rude, John, so I just--you know he bothers me. I didnít upset you, did I?
John: No. No, not all. As a matter fact, I'm glad I got you alone.
John: Because I want to give you this. Before you open it, I have to explain it because... it's kind of dumb.
Sharlene: I donít believe that, John.
John: Well, all right, then. How about excessively whimsical?
Sharlene: What is this?
John: Well, let me explain. After tonight, my whole world is going to be different.
Sharlene: So is mine.
John: So, you know. But that's why I did this. Go ahead. Open it.
Sharlene: Star-naming committee.
John: Yeah. Oh, it's a real thing. You send them a few bucks, and then they name a star after you, or after someone that you happen to love more than anything in the whole world.
John: You named it Sharlene?
John: Mm-hmm. So you see, up there somewhere along with Pluto and Neptune and Ursa Minor there's a star named Sharlene. Look, they even give you a location. They show you--well, I'm not much of an astronomer, but I guess if we get a telescope we can probably figure it out. You know how we'll know it? It will be the most beautiful star. I asked you to marry me under a sky like this. And now... they'll always be a little part of it... just for us.
Sharlene: How do you do it? How do you always make everything right?
Sam: Good, there's nobody in here. Come on.
Olivia: What are you doing? What is this about?
Sam: Shh--dup--patience. All right, now.
[Clears throat] I know that you've been feeling bad 'cause of your dad, all right? I also know that you're nervous about the fresh faces contest-- whether or not you're willing to admit it! I want to thank you for sitting with me... and for me. And I also want to thank you for being so patient. Ok?
Olivia: Oh, really. Oh, this is great! I love it. Thank you so much. Oh. Mmm.
Josie: Oh, everyone, everyone, they're back!
Josie: It's time for you to throw the bouquet.
Sharlene: Ooh, all right! I will throw the bouquet on one condition.
Josie: Well, what's that?
Sharlene: That you stand all the way over at that end of the room where you cannot possibly catch it.
Josie: Absolutely not! I'm standing right over there with all the other eligible women.
Evan: Listen, listen. Donít you want to get in on this? You're almost eligible.
Vicky: Oh, God, no. I might catch the thing. Besides, I'm not eligible yet. Yet.
Matt: Where is Olivia? She would love this. It would be perfect for her.
Amanda: I donít know, beats me.
Zack: Come on, go for it, Frankie.
Frankie: I really donít want to do that...
Zack: Go on, go for it.
[Loud cheering and applause]
Sharlene: Frankie! Wonderful!
Frankie: Voila. Oooh.
Sharlene: All right, everybody, let's dance!
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