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Another World Transcript Friday 12/23/05
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Ken: Mr. Salim, I am a patient man, but this is ridiculous.
Mr. Salim: That is my offer. It's not negotiable.
Ken: Are you going to stand there and tell me that there is no such thing as bartering in your country?
Mr. Salim: Mr. Jordan, what do you think I'm selling you, a camel saddle?
Ken: Look, can we try to negotiate this like two adults?
Mr. Salim: These are the jewels of the Nile.
Ken: Look, Mr. Salim, let's try a new approach, ok?
Rachel: I need to talk to you.
Ken: I'm busy.
Rachel: I know that, this can't wait.
Ken: Mr. Salim, will you excuse me for one minute?
Mr. Salim: Certainly.
Ken: I'm in the middle of a very delicate negotiation.
Rachel: I realize that. Something very important to me has been taken out of my room.
Ken: I don't believe this. You lose your makeup kit or something and you run down here and interrupt me?
Rachel: It's a photograph, it's very important to me.
Ken: Is that supposed to be my problem?
Rachel: Yes, I think so. You're the one that walks in and out of my room as though you own it.
Ken: I do own it, lady.
Rachel: Did you take it?
Cass: I knew if I kept at it, I'd find proof. I knew it.
Zack: That is not proof.
Cass: Oh, your-your- your support is really heart-warming Zack.
Zack: Hey, I just spent two hours in a library with you and my allergies.
Cass: Well, it was worthwhile. We found out that Griffen Sanders isn't what he says he is. I got to tell Frankie. I got to warn her.
Zack: Why don't you just tell her you're jealous? I mean, she would like that.
Cass: Jealous, me? What, are you kidding?
Zack: Yes, you. I mean, she's dating another guy and you can't stand it. I mean, now you're going to hassle her to the point where she won't even speak to you.
Cass: Oh, that's beside the point, Zack.
Zack: I thought you were supposed to be so successful with the ladies.
Cass: I shouldn't expect you to understand.
Zack: Oh, one minute. Now where do you think you're going?
Cass: I'm going to warn Frankie.
Zack: You're not going any place until we talk about this.
Frankie: I wasn't expecting company. The place is a mess.
Griffen: Interesting decor.
Frankie: Yeah, it's a long story.
Griffen: Well, I -- I have all night.
Frankie: You do?
Griffen: Don't you think it's time we got to know each other a little bit better?
Frankie: Sure. Why not?
Frankie: Why don't I get us something to drink?
Griffen: Quite a view, Frankie. Straight into Lucas' apartment.
Vicky: We've got a problem. We've got a problem.
Evan: I'm busy, go ask Iris.
Vicky: No, Iris went home already.
Evan: What do you mean, already?
Vicky: We have to cut 3 inches from the fashion designer profile.
Evan: Look, Vicky. Look, look, look, look, I'm finance.
Evan: Money, numbers, and grids, that's my ball game. You've got any problem with the creative aspects of any part of this magazine or publications, I'm the wrong guy to see.
Vicky: Evan, all I need is a phone number. If you can get me into Amanda's office--
Evan: Well, if you hadn't blown it when she called, I'd have her back here right now.
Vicky: Maybe that's her. Go ahead and get it. Well, don't mind me.
Evan: Evan Bates. Yes, what do you want? Ok, fine. It's for you.
Vicky: Thank you. Vicky Hudson.
Sam: Hey, Vicky, it's Sam.
Vicky: Oh, hi, Sam.
Sam: Listen, are you going to be leaving soon?
Vicky: Well, I've got one more phone call and I'm out of here.
Sam: Would you like to meet for a drink?
Vicky: Well, sure. Something up?
Sam: No, I just missed you.
Vicky: You did? Well, that's nice to hear.
Sam: Yeah, well, it's been kind of a crazy week and I figured you'd understand.
Vicky: Oh, more than you know.
Sam: Well, how about the Pelican Club?
Vicky: Sounds great to me. Give me a half hour?
Sam: All right, I'll be there.
Vicky: Bye. See ya.
Evan: Excuse me, what was all that about?
Vicky: Oh, nothing. Are you gonna get me the phone number, or am I going to have to sit around here all night?
Evan: Well, I think I can handle it.
Evan: So, are going out with Sam?
Vicky: Do you care?
Evan: Look, Vicky... just tell me what's going on.
Vicky: Well, frankly, my dear, it's none of your business. Remember, 3 inches. Ta-ta!
Thomas: So I said, if the new arts center isn't ready, the festival will have to be held at the high school. And she said--
Jamie: [With foreign accent] How big is the star's dressing room at the high school?
Stacey: Oh, can you excuse me just one more time? I'll only be a minute.
Blair: That's really her boyfriend?
Jamie: Yes, unfortunately.
[Derek sighs] That isn't very nice.
Derek: I'm working.
Stacey: So what does that mean, you can't say hello to me?
Derek: Hello, ok?
Stacey: I wish you could come over and sit with us.
Derek: Well, I don't.
Stacey: Why not?
Derek: Do you really enjoy my making a fool of myself in front of your yuppie friends?
Stacey: You're not making a fool of yourself and they're not yuppies.
Derek: Pardon me.
Stacey: Don't you think you have a little bit of a self-righteous attitude?
Derek: Now, wait a minute. You're the one sitting over there trying to figure out how to spend all this money on some arts council, when the south end of this town just lost one of its homeless shelters this month.
Stacey: Is that true?
Derek: Yeah. There's people on the street tonight because they've got no place else to go. So forgive me if I find it a little hard to stomach your talk about these little art auctions and fundraiser parties.
Stacey: Wait a second. Art may not nourish the body, but you should know better than anyone what it does to the human spirit. Don't make me feel bad about this. It's the first time I've been asked to sit on the board of anything and I want to help. It may not hurt my career, either.
Derek: Fine, you do what you have to do.
Stacey: So how long do you have to work for?
Derek: Until closing. But look, I might be able to get you back in at the 11:00 show. It's invitation only and it's sold out.
Stacey: Oh, yeah, that would be great. I would love to.
Derek: Would you be able to get away from these people?
Stacey: Actually, they want me to go somewhere with them. I don't know if I'll be back by 11:00. I forgot.
Derek: It's all right. That's a shame.
Stacey: Yeah, but thanks, thanks for asking.
Derek: Ah, anytime.
Stacey: Why do you talk to me like I'm some kind of stranger?
Derek: Because sometimes you are, Stacey. Sometimes I don't know you at all.
Jamie: Is everything ok?
Stacey: Oh, yes, fine.
Cass: So, have you been talking to Felicia, you little devil?
Zack: Come on, Cass, I just want you to be realistic. I mean, you're getting ready to storm out of here and go barge in on Frankie, right?
Cass: I thought I'd drop by.
Zack: You're going to tell her that the guy she is dating is a thief!
Cass: Because he is.
Zack: Because you found a Griffen Sanders review--
Cass: On the same page as a report on a jewel heist in Monte Carlo, no less.
Zack: Did you ever think it might be a big coincidence?
Cass: This article, this review praises Griffen Sanders as
Zack: Now, what does that mean?
Cass: He is the greatest dancer in the world today, ok?
Zack: Oh, we better get Frankie from him quick.
Cass: And the article right next to it, right beside it, it says, "jewel theft worth thousands. Authorities are unclear how the security system was breached as there were no signs of forced entry. One possibility is the building was scaled from the outside and entry was obtained--made through the fourth floor window, which was open."
Zack: Well, did you translate all that or is it something you just made up?
Cass: Oh, don't you see? Only someone who is agile or, shall we say, balletic could've pulled this off.
Cass: Yeah, you know how light on their feet dancers can be, don't you?
Zack: My friend, you need help. I mean, you're my partner and I love you, but you got a few screws loosed here.-
Cass: All right, ok, so I know it's speculation.
Zack: Come on, it's a fairytale, Cass.
Cass: It's my duty to warn Frankie.
Zack: Come on, if you go to that woman with a story like that, my friend, she is going to throw you right on your you-know-what.
Cass: Ask me if I care. I got to talk to her.
Zack: Look, Cass, if you are so sure this guy is no good, then prove it. I mean, really prove it. Look, I'll help you. Then you can go to Frankie without risk of total humiliation.
Cass: I'm sorry, Zack. I got to get to her before she spends one more night with this second-story man.
Zack: Just whose family jewels are you worried about?
Cass: Hey, she can take the information or she can leave it. But I got to get it to her. See you later.
Frankie: I'm sorry about the glassware. I haven't gotten around to buying much of anything for this place.
Griffen: I can see that. Its style is so...pervasive.
Frankie: It's definitely temporary.
Griffen: Did it come furnished?
Frankie: Well, either that or a truck full of brocade crashed through my window.
Griffen: Well, if it's so uncomfortable, why did you take it?
Frankie: At the time it served its purpose.
Griffen: I see. And now?
Frankie: I'm too lazy to apartment hunt?
Griffen: Oh, I find that hard to believe.
Griffen: Well, I know how important spiritual oneness is to you.
Frankie: Oh, I'm one here.
Griffen: Oh, I hardly think this could foster very good karma for one as sensitive as you.
Frankie: It's not that bad a place. There are good memories here.
Griffen: Oh, romance.
Frankie: Let's not talk about the past, ok?
Griffen: Fine, fine. Mm. You told me you were out of work.
Griffen: Of course. What exactly do you do?
Frankie: I'm a licensed private investigator.
Griffen: Oh, is that what you were for Lucas?
Griffen: Then why did you work for him?
Frankie: Because I liked the way he treated me.
Griffen: How was that?
Frankie: As an equal, for the most part. I learned a lot from Lucas, but time came to move on, so I did.
Griffen: Yeah. So you are between jobs and men for the moment?
Frankie: Definitely between men and I'm hoping the job situation will be a little easier to fix.
Griffen: Yes, and a lot less pain.
Frankie: Yeah, that, too.
Griffen: Well, I think I should propose a toast then.
Frankie: Ok. To what?
Griffen: To good timing on my part. It seems we have met at the perfect moment. Don't you think?
Ken: Why would I take anything from your room?
Rachel: That's what I'm asking myself.
Ken: Why don't you go have another look. Meanwhile, I'm gonna try to salvage this deal with Salim.
Rachel: You know, this isn't going to work.
Rachel: Your deal with Salim, you're going about it all wrong.
Ken: What are you talking about?
[Phone rings] Why don't you just answer the phone? Let me deal with Salim.
Rachel: Ok, suit yourself.
Ken: Well, then, where were we, Mr. Salim?
Ken: Oh, yeah.
Rachel: Mr. Jordan, Mr. Dumanian is on the line. He would like to talk to you.
Ken: I am very sorry to have to do this to you, but I do have to take his call.
Mr. Salim: Certainly.
Ken: I'm gonna take this call in the back. Now you offer this creep a cup of tea. And let him see your legs, maybe he'll lighten up a little.
Rachel: Gloria Steinem would lynch you.
Ken: Yeah. Got it.
Rachel: Mr. Salim, Rachel Davis. Why don't we settle this disagreement?
Mr. Salim: I have no disagreement. Mr. Jordan is simply not accepting my offer.
Rachel: I know. His offer is too low, isn't it?
Mr. Salim: Then you agree.
Rachel: Yes, I do. Would you like some tea?
Mr. Salim: I don't negotiate with a woman.
Rachel: Oh, I have a feeling that if you listen to what I have to say, you will not only negotiate with me, but you won't be able to refuse me.
Sam: So, I saw you and Jamie talking when I walked in.
Vicky: Oh, we get along great now that we're not married. I highly recommend it.
Sam: Thanks, Vicky.
Vicky: Oh, I didn't mean it that way. Really, I didn't. You and Amanda have always been great together, always been meant for each other. Jamie and I were never right for each other. I said the wrong thing already, didn't I?
Sam: No. Look, Vicky, I asked you here for a reason.
Vicky: Figured as much.
Sam: I was hoping that you could tell me something about Amanda.
Vicky: What can I tell you about Amanda?
Sam: Probably not much, but I bet you can tell me an awful lot about Evan Bates.
Griffen: It's awfully bright in here.
Frankie: You think so?
Griffen: Yes, do you have some candles or something?
Frankie: Oh, sorry, we're all out. I had a seance here last week and we used them all up.
Griffen: That's better, don't you think?
Frankie: You have to be very careful in here. Every button conjures up bordello-like lighting or something.
Griffen: I like you, Frankie.
Frankie: I like you, too, Griffen.
Griffen: You smell wonderful.
Frankie: Tell me about Europe.
Frankie: Yes. Would you believe I've never been across the ocean? Not even once.
Griffen: Well, I must take you there someday.
Frankie: I've been to Canada, but everyone I met there spoke English, so it really didn't feel like I was--
Griffen: Why don't we--
Frankie: You must meet some awfully interesting people.
Griffen: I'm meeting a new breed daily, yes.
Frankie: Must be kind of tough to have all those fans hanging all over you, though. I mean, I would never want to be famous. Who needs that? And are they all female?
Griffen: Could you rephrase the question?
Frankie: I was wondering, do you have a--
Griffen: You want to know if I have a girlfriend.
Frankie: That thought did cross my mind, yes.
Griffen: Frankly, I don't have time.
Frankie: You don't.
Griffen: No, I'm on the road 40 weeks out of the year. I rehearse daily. And when I'm in a run, I do 7 or 8 shows a week. I don't have time for a social life.
Frankie: Why are you looking at me that way?
Griffen: Because you are just about the most charming thing I have ever seen.
Griffen: You know, Frankie, one of the reasons I agreed to head the Bay City ballet was because I was tired of moving around. I would love to be in one place. I would love to have a home. I would love to meet someone special and develop something that's...real.
Frankie: It is so nice to hear a guy talk like that.
Griffen: How do most guys talk?
Frankie: Not like you.
Griffen: Then I made the right decision.
Frankie: How's that?
[Banging on door]
Cass: Frankie, I know you're in there! Come on, Frankie, open the door or I'm going to kick it in. Frankie!
[Knocking on door]
Griffen: Friend of yours?
Frankie: Not anymore. Go away, Cass!
Cass: Frankie, I've got something to show you. If you take a look, I promise you, you'll thank me.
Frankie: He'll go away. I'm busy!
Cass: Well, get unbusy, Mary Frances! [Banging] Come on.
Frankie: Excuse me for one moment, Griffen. I have to go find some pest control.
Cass: You're in so far--
Frankie: I have company.
Cass: Oh, hello.
Griffen: Good evening.
Cass: I have to talk to you alone in private. It's urgent.
Frankie: You are being rude.
Cass: I'll get even ruder if you don't talk to me.
Frankie: Excuse me for a minute, Griffen. This will only take a second, I promise. If you have any redeeming qualities left whatsoever, Winthrop, I'm hard-pressed to see them at this moment.
Cass: What are you doing with him?
Frankie: "What are you doing with him?" Nothing now, thanks to you. As if it's any of your business. Don't you ever call first?
Cass: You're not going to listen to me about that guy?
Frankie: Well, obviously not, since that guy is sitting in my apartment drinking my wine and cooling off to the point of no return, if you know what I mean.
Cass: Oh, well, we can't have that. A girl has to have her fun, so I' get right to the point.
Frankie: What is the point?
Cass: I have every reason to believe that Griffen Sanders is using dancing as a--as a cover.
Frankie: Oh, oh, I see. He studies for years, performs all over Europe, but he only dances as a cover. Don't you think he could've chosen something a little less strenuous if all he was looking to do was hide out?
Cass: Not if his avocation is being a class-a thief.
Frankie: Say what?
Cass: Big time. I'm talking art. I'm talking precious stones.
Frankie: Oh, really, Cass. If you are trying to drive me crazy, you're succeeding.
Cass: How is your French?
Frankie: My French what?
Cass: Your French language. Read it and weep.
Griffen: "The question is not why she was killed but who killed her. If it wasn't Lucas, then who? I've got to find out."
Ken: Where is he?
Ken: Mr. Salim. Where did he go?
Rachel: Oh, he left quite a while ago.
Ken: I was this close to getting him to cave in. Couldn't you at least keep him here until I got back?
Rachel: He said he was sending you a postcard from Tangiers. He had to catch a plane.
Ken: Why you find it so amusing, I don't know. That antique jewelry has been missing from a collection at the Cairo museum for decades. I was on the brink of getting it back, finally getting it back where it belongs.
Rachel: Now, these invoices are hopelessly out of date, but I think I've given you all the information you need.
Ken: This is the jewelry.
Ken: At the price I offered.
Rachel: That's right.
Ken: How did this happen?
Rachel: Remember the box of records that you had here, the sixties records?
Ken: Yeah, so.
Rachel: Well, I threw them into the deal and he accepted your offer.
Ken: Mr. Salim is a peaches and herb freak?
Rachel: That's the seventies.
Ken: Whatever. The whole box of records was only worth 50 bucks at a flea market.
Rachel: No, no, no, no. Each one of those records is worth 4 times that much--on the black market in the Middle East.
Ken: How do you know?
Rachel: About a year ago, "Brava" did an article about the demand for American rock and roll in the Middle East. Ahmad will really clean up. There were about 100 albums in that box.
Ken: I don't believe this.
Rachel: Well, you were right, somewhat. I mean, he does love American rock and roll. He has his own collection locked up in a vault. He is rather partial to the turtles.
Ken: [Laughs] You old horse trader.
Rachel: You know, I managed to do all of that without revealing any leg or anything else.
Ken: I stand chastised.
Rachel: Yeah, you ought to be.
Ken: And impressed.
Rachel: Thank you. I'm glad you're pleased.
Rachel: I wondered what that was.
Ken: This calls for a celebration.
Rachel: Good, I get to go home early?
Ken: Good idea.
Rachel: Wait a minute, I don't need my coat to go upstairs.
Ken: We are going out to dinner.
Rachel: No, no, I'm not dressed.
Ken: Trust me, where we're going, you'll be over dressed.
Rachel: I really want to find my photograph.
Ken: Later. You're gonna have lots of energy after dinner.
Rachel: No, I don't. I fold as soon as I've had a big meal.
Ken: You've never been to the Nile Delta. Come on.
Stacey: Hi, I'm going with them for a little while.
Derek: Oh, I figured that.
Stacey: Do you mind?
Derek: I mind a lot.
Derek: It's a pretty good solution, though, Stacey. Pretty good.
Stacey: What are you talking about?
Derek: Well, now that Jamie's legal problems are settled, this way you get to spend all kinds of time with him and still pretend that it doesn't mean anything.
Stacey: Don't you think that if I was interested in Jamie, I would simply tell you?
Derek: Are you serious about me, about us--
Stacey: Of course I'm serious.
Stacey: What is it you want from me?
Derek: You don't know?
Stacey: All I know is how to be the way I am. I love you. I love being with you. But I have a life. And if I make plans and it doesn't include you because you have to work or because you're busy, well then--
Derek: Yeah, if, then what? What are you going to do, what?
Stacey: This is a terrible place to have this discussion. Can we have it somewhere else?
Derek: Yeah, well, here come your friends. I'm sure you'll find lots to discuss with them, huh?
Jamie: Hi, you're ready to go?
Stacey: Hi, absolutely.
Jamie: Good, let's go then.
Stacey: My purse.
Blair: Oh, here.
Stacey: Oh great, thanks.
Jamie: Ok, come on, let's go.
Vicky: Well, I know the signs, sweetheart. Now Amanda's sudden disappearance is making more sense to me. You finally managed to do it, huh? You slept with Amanda, didn't you?
Evan: Yes, I did.
Sam: The longer she stays away, the more I realize that she is not off somewhere resting. She wouldn't stay away this long unless there was a serious problem.
Vicky: Well, what do we--what do you think the problem is?
Sam: It happened that night she put out that first issue of "Sophisticate."
Vicky: Sam, that was an incredible night for her.
Sam: Yeah, I know that. Everything was going incredible and Amanda disappears? Something happened to make her upset that night, and I bet that something is Evan.
Vicky: Why are you telling me all this?
Sam: Look, I don't know how to ask this--do this except just to ask.
Vicky: Ask what?
Sam: Do you think Amanda and Evan are having an affair?
Vicky: Look, I know it's difficult to watch Evan and Amanda work so closely, especially when you two are having problems.
Sam: No, Vicky, Vicky, Evan is the problem. There is nothing else.
Vicky: Ok. I believe Amanda wants to work this marriage out.
Sam: Why are you so sure?
Vicky: Well, um...ok, the night we wrote the article together, we talked for about 3 hours. We talked about family, about kids, honesty. And she doesn't seem like a woman to me who's about to leave her husband for another man.
Sam: Ok, did she confide in you at all?
Vicky: We called a truce. She didn't pour her heart out to me.
Vicky: Sam, you've got to relax.
Sam: Vicky, my wife has been gone for days. I don't know where she is. Relaxation is not real high on my list of priorities.
Vicky: All right, ok.
Sam: Sorry. I'm sorry.
Vicky: No, that's all right. If it means anything, I don't think Evan and Amanda are right for each other.
Sam: I guess what Amanda thinks is what really matters.
Vicky: She is devoted to you, Sam.
Sam: Then where is she, Vicky?
Evan: Excuse me. I hope I'm not interrupting. I was just standing over at the bar and...was just wondering, has anybody heard from Amanda?
Vicky: Evan, what brings you here? You didn't mention anything about going out when we were at the office.
Evan: Well, I just wanted to actually have a drink.
Sam: I'm going to go check on Alli. She's been kind of cranky since Amanda's been gone.
Evan: Thank you.
Vicky: For what?
Evan: He's been pumping you for information, I'm sure.
Vicky: Yes, he has.
Evan: And obviously you haven't told him anything, because I think he would have nailed me as soon as he saw me.
Vicky: Contrary to popular belief, I can be trusted on occasion.
Evan: Vicky, that means a lot to me.
Vicky: Don't get too sentimental. I just told Sam that Amanda was completely committed to him and that you were totally wrong for her. How does that grab you?
Frankie: Yeah, so?
Cass: What do you mean, "yeah, so?" Did you read it?
Frankie: Yes, I read it, most of it.
Frankie: And I really would like to thank you for pointing out to me that one of the most famous dancers in the world is sitting in my apartment at this very moment. Maybe my stars were aligned after all.
Cass: How can you ignore the facts?
Frankie: What facts, Cass?
Cass: Do I have to spell it out for you? Griffen Sanders is a cat burglar and who knows what else.
Frankie: I'll tell you what else. He is as patient as a saint for waiting in there for me while my ex-boyfriend makes an ass out of himself in my hallway.
Cass: Oh, I'm touched. Is that how you think of me?
Frankie: Yes, I have always thought of you as an ass, Cass.
Cass: No, I meant, as your boyfriend.
Frankie: I should have said my ex-whatever.
Cass: Frankie, you've got to listen to me about this guy. He is bad news. I'm trying to help you.
Frankie: You're trying to help me?
Frankie: Then stay out of my life.
Frankie: And don't bang on my door again or I'll call the cops. Griffen, I am so sorry about that.
Griffen: Did you straighten things out with your friend?
Frankie: No. But I don't think he'll be back tonight.
Griffen: Is that the boyfriend you're in between?
Frankie: The less we talk about him, the further away he'll seem.
Griffen: Fine. Would you care for some more wine?
Frankie: I'm really sorry, Griffen, but all of a sudden, I don't feel terribly social.
Griffen: I understand.
Frankie: You do?
Griffen: Yes, I do. Another night, soon.
Frankie: I would really like that. I can't believe you're not mad.
Griffen: I want to learn everything there is to know about you, Frankie. And I'm willing to wait. Good night.
Frankie: Good night, Griffen. Why can't you just leave me alone?
Ken: Now, I want you to keep an open mind, Rachel.
Rachel: I have one. I just--I've never seen food this texture before.
Ken: Don't look at it; eat it. You won't be disappointed, trust me.
Rachel: One question before we start: I don't seem to have any utensils.
Ken: Built-in silverware, saves on water. Don't let me down, Rachel. I have high hopes for you.
Rachel: Oh, I'm fine. I'm just soaking it all in and then I'll eat.
Ken: Good. Try some of this.
Rachel: House red?
Ken: Well, this is an Ethiopian elixir. It's very potent. Sip it slowly.
Rachel: I knew I'd need a coach to get through this meal.
Ken: To a great deal.
Ken: And the best negotiation I have ever seen by a--
Rachel: If you say a woman, I'm going to throw this [Indistinct] Stuff at you. [Wheezes] [Coughs] How is this-- [Clears throat] ...Elixir prepared? In a crankcase?
Ken: It wasn't my idea to hire you, you know.
Ken: My partner insisted that I get some help. I was dead against it.
Rachel: I've never heard you mention a partner.
Ken: Silent partner.
Rachel: I see.
Ken: Anyway, it seems to be working out, against my better judgment.
Rachel: Is there a--is there a compliment in there somewhere?
Ken: I was sure you were just playing at having a job. I'm not easy to work for.
Rachel: Neither am I.
Ken: You're not easy to work with. But surprisingly enough, I like it so far.
Rachel: Same here.
Ken: You don't scare easily, do you?
Ken: Then why aren't you trying your food?
Jamie: Well, I hope you don't mind doing this, because I think you're as good as in.
Stacey: I hardly said anything.
Jamie: Ah, but you impressed them, though. You're gonna be on that board in no time.
Stacey: You promise me that we can sit in the back row and cut up, right?
Jamie: Absolutely. Glass of wine?
Stacey: I'd love one, thanks.
Jamie: Listen, is Derek going to mind you doing this?
Stacey: Probably. We've been having some problems lately.
Jamie: Yes, I kind of got that idea. Listen, what do you say I cook us some dinner?
Stacey: You still make those omelets with brie and mushrooms?
Jamie: I sure do.
Stacey: I'm not really that hungry, actually.
Jamie: What are you talking about? You're always hungry.
Stacey: Maybe another night.
Jamie: You want to get back to Derek and make peace, don't you?
Stacey: Yes and no.
Jamie: Can I say something?
Jamie: You two seem to spend a lot of time fighting.
Stacey: Oh, not always.
Jamie: It's time you faced up to a few things, Stacey.
Stacey: I care about him a lot, Jamie.
Jamie: You guys are just so different, Stacey.
Stacey: Yeah, I know. You've said that before.
Jamie: I just get the feeling that you're not very happy in his world. And I know he's not happy in yours. So where does that leave the two of you?
Stacey: I don't know. But I know that I love him very much. He made me feel alive again.
Jamie: I'm very glad, but is he--is he enough?
Stacey: Why are you doing this?
Jamie: Because I think it's time for you to admit, Stacey, that Derek's not right for you.
Bartender: I appreciate your help, Derek, but don't knock yourself out..
Derek: I'm fine, man. I just need to blow off some steam.
Evan: All right, so what did you say to him?
Vicky: I told him that she loved him and he should be more patient with her.
Evan: You did what?
Vicky: So I lied a little. I'm not going to be the one to drop this bomb, Evan.
Evan: Well, you don't have to fill his head full of ideas.
Vicky: What ideas? You don't really think that she's going to leave him for you, do you? Evan, they've got a history together. They have a little girl. One roll in the hay doesn't wipe all that away.
Evan: Vicky, I thought you were on my side. I thought you understood me.
Vicky: How's Alli?
Sam: She just had her dinner. Ada was putting her to bed.
Vicky: Did she say anything about Steven?
Sam: Yeah, he's out like a light. You can pick him up any time tomorrow.
Vicky: Oh, thank you.
Evan: Well, I guess I should be going.
Evan: Anyway, I do hope you hear from Amanda. Everyone at the office is worried about her. So, if you'll excuse me.
Sam: So, listen, you want another drink?
Vicky: Actually, I'd better get going, too.
Sam: Oh, ok. Listen, Vic, thanks for listening.
Vicky: Oh, Sam, no problem. This will all work out, all right? Just give it some time.
Sam: I don't know. I'm beginning to wonder if she wants to come back at all.
Vicky: She will.
Rachel: How was I supposed to know they were napkins? They looked like tortillas to me.
Ken: [Laughing] They were a little chewy, weren't they?
Rachel: Ok, so they were chewy. I thought that was all part of it. Anyway, go on with your story. You're in a dugout canoe.
Ken: Right. Moving slowly down this estuary. Crack of dawn. The boat's coming around the corner. Suddenly, the estuary opens up into this wide expanse of water. Dead ahead of us, these conical mountains are shooting straight up out of the water, as far as you can see, covered with green. And there's the emperor's tomb in [Indistinct]. Emperors were buried with their entire armies with them. You entered the tomb through a low tunnel, following a guide with a torch. You finally come into the large room. The excavation in the whole room opens up, and there--dead ahead of you--is the emperor's entire army on horseback, facing you, 4 times life-size in mid-charge but frozen in stone.
Rachel: Oh, oh, I'd love to see that.
Ken: That's something.
Rachel: What did you bring back from there?
Ken: Oh, nothing. The journey was the reward. That's why I stay in this business. It's not finding the things and then selling them and making profits. It's the search. It's meeting the people. That's the joy.
Rachel: Yes, I can imagine that. Ah, incredible.
Ken: I'm enjoying myself. It's been a while.
Rachel: I'm enjoying myself, too. It's the first time since-- would you excuse me?
Ken: Rachel, wh--
Ken: Oh. "Ken, sorry, I had to leave. See you at work tomorrow. Rachel.." Now what have I gotten myself into?
Cass: Guess who?
Frankie: Don't you ever give up?
Cass: I know he left. Let me in.
Frankie: I was just about to take a shower.
Cass: It'll have to wait.
Frankie: I really hate taking orders from you, Cass.
Cass: I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm really worried about you.
Frankie: Well, you have no right to be.
Frankie: Stay out of my life. Stop worrying about me. Stop following me around. Stop thinking about me. Just stop.
Cass: Why won't you listen to me? Why are you being so stubborn?
Frankie: Because we are not involved, Cass. We're not even friends.
Cass: You really mean that?
Cass: Really? Ok, that's that.
Frankie: That's that.
Cass: Don't come running to me when things get tough, because I won't be there. I'm not waiting.
Frankie: Do us both a favor and don't.
Cass: Your pride is going to get you into trouble, Frankie.
Frankie: Leave. Cass? Cass, wait!
Stacey: Why are you attacking Derek?
Jamie: I say the guy is not right for you and automatically I'm attacking Derek?
Stacey: No, you say that he is not good enough.
Jamie: Stacey, every time I see you, you're unhappy. And it's always because of Derek.
Stacey: Yeah, well, we're having some problems.
Jamie: I think I know what that problem is. Derek's been jerked around by society ever since he was born, and you want to make it up to him single-handedly.
Stacey: It's a lot more than that.
Jamie: If you have the hots for the guy, that's fine. But just don't commit your whole life to him.
Jamie: Listen, if you have to go talk to Derek, do so. Just think about what I said.
Derek: [Sighing] Ooh.
Sam: How you doing?
Derek: Been better, man.
Sam: I know the feeling.
Derek: Are you staying for the private party?
Sam: Don't have a ticket.
Derek: That's ok, I'll get you in.
Sam: No thanks. I don't like to hang out where I'm not invited. It's not my style.
Derek: Well, I hear you. Hey, I didn't order this.
Bartender: No, the lady did.
Derek: Uh-huh. Who is she?
Sam: What, you don't know?
Sam: She wants to get to know you.
Derek: Oh, well. Why did she leave?
Evan: This is ridiculous. I got to get out of here.
Amanda: It's good to hear your voice.
Evan: Listen, are you ok?
Amanda: I'm on my way home. I should be in Bay City by morning.
Evan: I got to tell you, I've been worried sick about you.
Amanda: We have to talk.
Amanda: I mean, I haven't been able to think about much else besides what happened between us.
Evan: Well, neither have I.
Amanda: Can we meet at your apartment early tomorrow morning?
Evan: Of course, we can. Amanda--
Amanda: Look, I'll talk to you then, ok? Good-bye, Evan.
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