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Another World Transcript Monday 1/16/06
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Cass: So, why don't I call you first of the week, and we'll set it up then, ok? And listen, thanks again, Fritz. Bye-bye. Ok. That takes care of that one. Now I just have to try and get in touch with A. E. Cupido before he comes here for our little meeting. Let's see if I can catch you. Mr. Cupido ring. Ring. Ok, I guess you must be on your way over. Mr. Cupido, you are my last appointment of the week. Still have a little time. The question is, to do what? Why did I buy this? This isn't Frankie. You'll scare her away with this. What's the matter with me?
Cass: Frankie, hi.
Frankie: Oh, good, you're here.
Cass: Yeah, right. How are you?
Frankie: I'm pretty good. Sleeping the clock around will do that for you.
Cass: Yeah, that's why I didn't call you, you know? I'm so glad you're ok, Frankie.
Frankie: How are you?
Cass: Good as new.
Frankie: I dreamt about you.
Cass: Ooh, yeah?
Frankie: You know how you were there when I thought that everything was over, and so I went out, and I bought you something.
Cass: Hey, we're on the same wavelength. I got you--
Frankie: It's kind of a dumb gift. It's a briefcase. It's a thank-you gift.
Cass: Oh, gosh. That's--oh, hey, it's nice. Nice briefcase. But you don't owe me anything.
Frankie: You saved my life.
Cass: Yeah, I did that because I care for you.
Frankie: What was it you said you got?
Cass: Your message loud and clear. No more personal involvement between us.
Frankie: Well, don't you think that that's for the best?
Cass: No, I don't think that's for the best. I think we should stop dancing around each other and be together.
Straight to my lover's heart for me for me cupid, please hear my cry and let your arrow fly
Jake: Hey, you made it.
Donna: Looks great.
Jake: Yeah, you had a good idea for once.
Donna: Thank you.
Jake: The Cupid candy company is definitely not gonna be sorry they went with us. So, what happened?
Donna: What do you mean?
Jake: Well, last time I saw you, you were dumping a glass of water in Michael's face.
Donna: I know what I was doing.
Jake: I was just wondering. That was yesterday. I thought maybe you guys had reconciled.
Donna: Well, we didn't, all right? I left Tops right after you did.
Jake: And you haven't seen Michael.
Donna: Michael who?
Jake: Ooh, sorry.
Donna: What's this? These boxes are empty!
Jake: What are you doing?
Donna: Are all of these boxes--
Jake: Will you put that stuff down?
Donna: What's the matter with you?
Jake: You were out brooding over Michael, I was here working alone. I don't need you coming in here and tearing this whole thing up.
Donna: I was just looking for some candy.
Jake: Donna, these are props. They don't have candy in them.
Donna: Oh, I don't care anyway.
Jake: Well, I'm sure the Cupid candy company does.
Donna: And I don't care about the Cupid candy company.
Jake: Sometimes I wonder what you do care about.
Donna: Certainly not Valentine's day. Ought to be outlawed altogether.
Jake: It's really not so bad if you're in love.
Donna: I'm beginning to wonder if there is such a thing.
Amanda: Ok. So I guess that's it, all right?
Amanda: Do you have plans for tonight?
Vicky: Uh, yeah. Why?
Amanda: Well, I was just planning on maybe doing some preparation for tomorrow's
Vicky: Do you need me?
Amanda: Well, I could use some help, but if you have plans...
Vicky: Sorry. Good night.
Amanda: Are they with Evan?
Amanda: Plans. I was just wondering if they were--
Vicky: I like to keep my professional life and business life separate.
Evan: Hi, Vicky.
Evan: Look, these just came up from legal. They look ok to me, but you might want to go over them, make sure everything's in there, and sign them.
Amanda: Sure, I will. Thanks.
Vicky: Ready to go?
Evan: Yes, I aye
Amanda: Evan, can I, um, talk to you privately?
Evan: I'm on my way out.
Amanda: This is important.
Evan: Come on, Amanda, we all know what's important to you-- finishing up here and running home to hubby.
...Know I exist and this you can fix
Rachel: Three dozen red roses?
Sam: Yeah. I bought it at the florist. Our bedroom smells like a perfume factory.
Rachel: Well, I think that's very romantic.
Sam: Actually, I was trying to be realistic.
Rachel: With three dozen red roses?
Sam: Sure. If you love somebody, hey, you got to work at it.
Rachel: Ha ha, good for you. What is all of this?
Sam: What? What's wrong?
Rachel: Those are Mac's letters to me.
Sam: What are they doing there?
Rachel: They're supposed to be in this locked drawer. Somebody went into a locked drawer.
Amanda: You must really be enjoying this.
Vicky: I'll tell you what I'm not enjoying--how miserable Evan is.
Amanda: You think I want that?
Vicky: I don't know what you want, Amanda. Nobody does. Evan doesn't. That's the whole problem.
Amanda: I want Sam.
Vicky: That's what you keep saying.
Amanda: It's the truth.
Amanda: You know, my parents separated when I was growing up. That was the hardest thing I ever had to live with until my father died. I'm not gonna do that to my daughter.
Vicky: Jamie and I could have stayed together for Steven's sake, but I thought it would have hurt him more.
Amanda: You're different.
Vicky: Why? Because Jamie knew I slept with Jake, and Sam doesn't know about you and Evan yet?
Amanda: I've already told Evan that it's over.
Vicky: Why don't you be a little more convincing? Why don't you fire him or get him transferred? You're the boss, right?
Amanda: And why should I run this business without him? This is business, Vicky.
Vicky: Is it business that when I say I have plans, you make yourself crazy trying to find out if they're with Evan? Is it business when you try and make me work late just so I can screw up those plans?
Amanda: I was only trying to make my job--
Vicky: Amanda, I've been where you are. You're playing with fire. When you do that... tsssssss.
Sam: Is everything there?
Rachel: Yes, I think so.
Sam: Maybe Hilda got into it when she was cleaning. I bet I know what happened. Alli's getting good at opening drawers. I bet she got in there.
Rachel: Locked drawers?
Sam: Is it always locked?
Rachel: Yes. Except now that I'm not living--I mean, the children have keys.
Sam: Well, then, I really wouldn't worry about it.
Rachel: No, I guess not. This was from France. Mac was there on business. He never forgot Valentine's day.
Sam: Mac was a wonderful man.
Rachel: He was a very romantic man.
Sam: Yeah? What did you guys used to do on Valentine's day?
Rachel: A number of things. One of his favorites was to go out dancing. We'd go to a restaurant that had music, and there'd always be white roses and champagne, and we'd dance. He loved to dance.
Sam: Is this hard for you to talk about?
Rachel: It's Valentine's day, and he's not here. But it's nice to remember.
Sam: Yeah. I hope Amanda and I have the same memories that you and Mac had.
Rachel: Oh, I'm sure she wants that.
Sam: You think so?
Rachel: Yes, of course.
Sam: Well, ha, it's funny. You know, last Valentine's day, I thought we had it all licked. This year, however, has been the pits.
Rachel: Yes, it has.
Sam: Oh, Rachel, come on. It's getting better for all of us. I think maybe Amanda and I have the same chance that you and Mac had.
Rachel: Where are you taking her tonight?
Rachel: That'll be nice.
Sam: I should go put Alli down beforehand.
Sam: Rachel? It's good having you back. I like talking to you.
Rachel: I enjoy it, too, Sam. Amanda loves you. Have fun tonight.
Sam: See you.
Rachel: Hello. Yes, this is Mrs. Cory. No. No, I didn't 'make a reservation. Oh, wait a minute. Um, wait. My daughter and my son-in-law will be coming to Tops this evening. There was probably some mix-up. Yes, that's my name. No, I didn't make a reservation. Do--do you know who made the reservation? Did you take it? Do you know who did? Yes, I would like to talk to him. Uh...no, don't cancel the reservation. It's for when? 7:00. All right. I'll be there. Thank you.
Frankie: Look, Cass. I need some time.
Frankie: I'm embarrassed, for one thing. I made a fool out of myself with the late Mr. Sanders.
Cass: You can say that again. Hey.
Frankie: I'm beginning to doubt my instincts.
Cass: Can I ask you something?
Frankie: Sure, why not?
Cass: You didn't really go for that guy, did you?
Frankie: You know I didn't.
Cass: It was just a convenient way for you to avoid being with me, right?
Frankie: A very satisfying way. Till he tried to kill me. Oh, boy. I sure know how to pick 'em.
Cass: Why should you avoid being with me? What is wrong with us?
Frankie: Cass, I don't know. Sometimes I just get this feeling like you don't even really know me.
Cass: When I pulled you out of that air vent and thought you weren't breathing--Frankie, I don't want to lose you.
Frankie: Cass, I--
Cass: That first night when we saw Catherine's body and everything got all screwed up, we agreed that we were going to take things slowly. Why can't we do that now?
Cass: Well, you could come back here to work. You said you were out of money, right?
Frankie: That's a fact.
Cass: I miss your herbal tea among other things. So what do you say?
Frankie: I don't know if--
Cass: You can start tonight.
Frankie: Come on, Cass.
Cass: I mean it. I cleared my whole schedule for the rest of the week except for this guy, A.E. Cupido.
Frankie: What kind of a name is that?
Cass: Uruguayan. Venezuelan. I don't know. I've never met the man before in my entire life, but he should be here any minute, and he said he might need an investigator on this case. Come on. What do you say?
Frankie: Am I on the clock as of right now?
Cass: You're on the clock as of right now.
Frankie: And do I get my own office and a raise?
Cass: Is that what you really want?
Cass: Ok, sure. No problem.
Frankie: It does feel pretty good to be back. --
Cass: Don't touch that drawer!
Frankie: I was just going to get a legal pad.
Frankie: To take notes for when Mr. Cupido gets here.
Cass: Oh, here you go.
Frankie: Thank you.
Frankie: Sometimes I think I will never understand you.
Cass: Oh, what's to understand? I mean, we're here together. You know, it feels right. You know it's right. Or do you need to wait around for some kind of a sign?
Man: Hello? Hello? Hello? Oh, Mr. Winthrop?
Cass: Yes, you must be Mr. Cupido.
Man: You can just call me what everyone calls me.
Frankie: And what is that?
Cupid: I usually don't use the wings, but people expect it. Actually, the airlines give such good deals now--
Frankie: You are just impossible.
Frankie: When did you come up with this? From your hospital bed?
Cupid: Excuse me.
Cass: I didn't do anything. Would you please tell this woman that I didn't have anything to do with this?
Cupid: Oh, no. It was Fay.
Frankie: I beg your pardon.
Cupid: My ex-wife.
Frankie: Cupid has an ex-wife?
Cupid: Isn't that always the way? What you can do for everyone else, you can't do for yourself.
Cass: Mr. Cupido--
Cupid: Cupid, Cupid.
Cass: Cupid, who really sent you over here? Is this my sister's idea of a joke?
Cupid: A joke? No. Actually, it was my instincts. I know a little bit about you from the paper, and I felt I just had to see you, that you'd understand.
Frankie: So he didn't hire you to come over here and say you were Cupid?
Cupid: Why would he do that? I am Cupid. I'd say it for free.
Frankie: Oh, I see. Sorry.
Cass: Hey, apology accepted. But let me get one thing straight here. You're Cupid, and you live in an apartment building here in Bay City.
Cupid: Well, I'm hardly ever there. I mean, I'm a very busy man. Paris in the spring alone--I mean, that's 3, 4 months every single year.
Cass: Please don't be offended, but you don't look the way I thought Cupid would look.
Cupid: Yeah, I know. The baby with the eternal rosy glow and the ditty.
Cass: That's the one.
Cupid: This is a high-stress job, pal. It takes it out of you.
Cass: I see. I see. Ok. Why did you want to see me, Mister-Cupid?
Cupid: Well, like I said, it's Fay.
Frankie: Your ex-wife.
Cupid: I'd like to get right down to business if you don't mind. This is my busy season.
Frankie: Oh, of course.
Cass: Of course. I forgot all about that. Here, why don't you sit down right here, and my stenographer/investigator will take down your full name, please.
Cupid: Certainly. Amore Eros Cupido.
Cass: Silly me. Why didn't I already know that?
Cupid: You see, the problem is Fay wants to have me put away. She thinks I'm crazy.
Frankie and Cass: No.
Frankie: Because you say you're Cupid?
Cupid: But I am Cupid. You tell me. Who's the sane one: Someone like me who tries to bring a little love into lives or someone like Fay who's trying to stop me?
Frankie: Oh, well, it's not that people don't believe in cupid. Hell, some people don't even believe in love.
Cupid: [Harrumphs] Those yuppies. They're so logical. They'd rather invest in a co-op than a dream.
Frankie: Oh, well, things will pick up.
Cass: Frankie, you're trying to reason with a man who is shedding feathers on my carpet.
Cupid: I should be going now. I have an appointment at Visions. There are people there who need my help.
Cass: Visions. That's Donna Hudson's company.
Frankie: Michael and Donna-- they're the ones, right?
Cupid: Well, the name on the invoice is McKinnon--Jake McKinnon.
Donna: I can't just cut off my feelings. I'm not a robot.
Jake: Oh, I think I noticed that.
Donna: I've been through a whole lot of things in the last few months.
Jake: I am talking about the Cupid candy company. That is all.
Jake: I am waiting for their spokesperson to come here. I don't need you tearing this place up before he gets here.
Donna: I don't know why we had to choose a client like that.
Jake: Like what? A candy company on Valentine's day?
Donna: Cupid candy company. Stupid. It's just stupid--pandering to people's stupid fantasies about undying love and eternal happiness ever after. Have you been in the stores since--
Jake: No, as a matter of fact, I've been kind of busy.
Donna: ...It's nauseating. Got all these little hearts and these little flowers, and they got little people kissing each other and couples walking all over holding hands.
Jake: Actually, Donna, I think it's kind of nice.
Donna: That's 'cause you're romantic.
Jake: Oh, you noticed.
Donna: But you're reasonably attractive. You can hold a halfway intelligent conversation, and statistics show that you can get any woman you want.
Jake: Don't be so sure.
Donna: Well, of course--
Jake: Dammit, Donna. Don't you think I deserve to know what is going on with you and Michael?
Sam: Hi. If you were expecting a valentines, I thought that I would give them to you by hand.
Amanda: You know, you are the entire world to me and you know that by now. If you don't know that, I'm going to spend every day of my life proving it to you.
Sam: I like the sound of that. Mm.
Amanda: Is Mom still here, or did she go back to Park Ridge?
Sam: No. She went to have dinner at Tops.
Sam: Yeah. I invited her to come along with us, but she turned me down.
Amanda: She went to Tops alone?
Sam: Yeah. What's the big deal?
Amanda: Valentine's day is my parents' anniversary. I was just wondering if she was upset.
Sam: Well, she found some letters of your father's in the desk that she thought was in a locked drawer.
Amanda: She did?
Sam: Yeah, but, I mean, she realized that a lot of people had keys, so she seemed ok with it by the time I put Alli down.
Amanda: But then she went to Tops?
Amanda: If it's ok with you, can we get ready and go down there? I just want to make sure she's ok.
Sam: Sure, let's go.
Evan: Hi. Don't start.
Vicky: I was just going to ask you if you really had a date tonight.
Evan: Yes, I do, with a punching bag at the gym, and then I'm coming back here and finish up on my work.
Evan: Can't seem to think about anything but my little conversation with Sam.
Vicky: You know, you don't have to go to the gym. Maybe we could go someplace and...
Evan: Because I know what you're going to say.
Vicky: No, you don't.
Evan: Come on, Vicky. Don't you think I've said it a thousand times?
Evan: I wish I'd never met Amanda Cory. It would be nice to plan my future with somebody, go out on a real date. You know, with somebody...like you.
Vicky: Yeah, I wish you could, too.
Evan: And I've been wondering why love means so much to me lately.
Vicky: Me, too.
Evan: I never saw much, so I guess I'm just good at wanting something that I can't have.
Vicky: Oh, that's not true. You just haven't found the right person.
Evan: Oh, yes, I did. She just happened to be taken. I'll see you tomorrow.
Vicky: Oh, Evan, your brief-- mm.
Vicky: Hi, can I help you?
Ken: I'm looking for Rachel Cory.
Vicky: Oh, she's on a leave of absence.
Ken: I know that, but she's in town today. I called her house. They said she wasn't there. I thought she might have stopped by here.
Vicky: Haven't seen her.
Ken: Too bad. I'm driving back to Park Ridge tomorrow. I thought she might like a lift.
Vicky: Oh, you're a friend of hers from there?
Ken: She sort of worked for me.
Vicky: Oh, well, I know she's not in her office. Maybe she could be downstairs, stopped by, and I didn't see her. Um, you just give me one second, ok?
Vicky: Give this to Mr. Bates. Give him a call. Tell him he left it here, all right? Ready to go?
Ken: Sure. You know Rachel well, do you?
Vicky: Oh, honey, Rachel and I are just like this.
Cass: So what do you think?
Frankie: I think Cupid's got his bow strung a little too tightly.
Frankie: Do you think that Fay can really have him put away?
Cass: No, I don't think so. He doesn't seem dangerous.
Frankie: Oh, that's such a gentle delusion, thinking you're Cupid.
Cass: It's too bad Fay can't appreciate the little guy.
Frankie: Maybe Fay's had enough of illusions.
Cass: Are you talking about Fay or Frankie?
Frankie: Cass, I thought that we were just working together.
Cass: Yeah, well, I have to find out if we still can.
Frankie: Well, of course we can.
Cass: It's those impulses of yours that were so valuable in your work. If you're going to get all cynical on me and start second- guessing yourself--
Frankie: A building fell on me, ok?
Cass: So what?
Frankie: So it makes you cautious.
Cass: Look at the bright side, all right? We survived it, didn't we? What else could happen to us that could possibly be worse than that?
Cupid: Excuse me. Is this conference going to last much longer? I have to be going.
Frankie: Oh, we're so sorry. We'll be right with you. I promise. Cass, I'm afraid.
Cass: I know. I wish you could see what's in my heart. Don't worry. We will solve your problem. I promise.
Cupid: You know, I think you need me much more than I need you.
Donna: When's this person from the Candy company supposed to come?
Jake: He's late.
Jake: So, what about you and Michael?
Donna: I don't want to talk about me and Michael.
Jake: He wants you back.
Donna: Right. That's why he had a tête-à-tête with Iris.
Jake: I don't care what he was having with Iris, Donna. He still wants you back.
Donna: That's what he says.
Jake: The question is: Do you want him back?
Donna: No, I don't.
Jake: Why not?
Donna: Have him leave me again when he doesn't feel like telling me something or when he thinks I need to be protected?
Jake: That's what's got you so bugged?
Donna: I know now that there was never another woman. I know now that he never stopped loving me.
Jake: So what's the problem?
Donna: It's the way that he loves me.
Jake: Oh, like you're some tender little thing that needs to be taken care of.
Donna: Do you know why I threw that glass of water on him?
Jake: Because he was with Iris.
Donna: No. Because if I had asked him why he was with Iris, he wouldn't tell me. He's still doing exactly the same thing.
Jake: You still care about him.
Donna: Well, of course I care about him, Jake. I'll always care about him. He always used to send me Belgian chocolates. Used to have them specially flown in. Course, I always liked the cheap chocolate-covered cherries from the drugstore.
Jake: Yeah? Well, why don't you send them to yourself?
Donna: Now, that's a good idea. I'm going to do that. You know, ever since I've been alone, I've learned a lot of things--
Jake: You weren't alone!
Donna: I most certainly was.
Jake: What about me?
Donna: What about you?
Jake: I helped you learn a lot of those things about yourself in case you're interested. I was there when you weren't sure!
Donna: Well, isn't our ego just huge today?
Jake: Our ego?
Donna: You're taking credit for my personal growth.
Jake: I'm taking credit...
Donna: What's the matter? Can't take it? Jake, where are you--Jake, what's the matter with you?
Jake: Nothing. You give me a call when Cupid comes, all right?
Donna: Cupid? What?
Jake: Never mind.
Evan: Amanda? Amanda? I got your Valentine. I can't believe it. Amanda.
Evan: What are you doing here?
Vicky: I can tell you're thrilled.
Evan: Oh, no, it's not that. It's just that, well, I, uh--I got this Valentine from Amanda that said she was going to meet me here--
Vicky: Wait, wait, you got a Valentine from Amanda?
Evan: Yeah, it was in my briefcase. It wasn't signed.
Evan: So I knew she was trying to talk to me, and I just figured, who else could it be from?
Vicky: Yeah, who else?
Evan: So, who--who did all this?
Vicky: I did this.
Vicky: Well, it was Amanda's idea actually. She, um, can't make it.
Evan: You mean you saw her?
Vicky: Yeah. She knew you would feel pretty lousy when I gave you the bad news. So I just said to her that I would come over here and use the key you have under the mat and do this, maybe cheer you up a bit.
Evan: Wait a second. You did all this for Amanda?
Evan: Your old pal Amanda?
Vicky: Well, I took pity on her. I thought, "now, who could be such a dolt to write a Valentine and then not sign their name?" Oh, uh, I'll leave.
Evan: No, Vicky. Wait a second, wait a second. This Valentine--it's not from Amanda, is it?
Evan: What's that great smell coming from the kitchen? What is that?
Vicky: Oh, it's some fancy chicken thing I can't pronounce. I picked it up at a gourmet store on the way over here.
Evan: Well, it would be a pity to let it go to waste.
Vicky: It would?
Evan: Especially when I don't want to be alone.
Vicky: You don't?
Evan: Will you stay?
Rachel: Good evening.
Man: Good evening.
Rachel: Would you tell me who arranged for all of this?
Man: Why, the gentleman who made the reservation.
Rachel: Yes, well, who is the gentleman who made the reservation?
Man: I'm sorry, I--however, I would recognize his face.
Rachel: Would you?
Man: Oh, there he is.
Rachel: You arranged for all this?
Ken: Ah, I guess it does seem a little presumptuous, but I don't know why.
Rachel: Why did you do this?
Ken: Someone lent me a hand once when I needed it. I was just returning the favor. I figured Valentine's day might be kind of a tough one for you to get through.
Rachel: How did you know about the flowers?
Ken: What about them?
Rachel: White roses are my favorites.
Ken: I didn't know.
Ken: I should have, though. They're like you--beautiful, elegant.
Rachel: You ought to be like this more often.
Ken: Like what?
Ken: Like Norman Mailer said, nice guys finish last.
Rachel: It was Leo Durocher, and they don't always.
Ken: Should I get us some menus, wise guy?
Rachel: You didn't order for me?
Ken: I like to leave some things to chance.
Rachel: Don't you think this is a little outside the responsibility of an employer?
Ken: Hey, let's forget the employer/employee stuff tonight. This is neutral ground.
Rachel: Hardly. Almost everybody here is a friend of mine.
Ken: To friendship then.
Amanda: I should have known it was him.
Cass: So, Amore--you don't mind if I call you Amore, do you? Thank you very much. The bottom line is I don't think Fay can have you put away.
Cupid: You don't?
Cass: No, not if she's your ex. She has no power over you.
Cupid: All the people we've loved and lost have power over you.
Cass: Yes. Tell me about it.
Frankie: He meant legally.
Cupid: Well, thanks for helping. Now maybe there's something I can do for you.
Cupid: You missed one.
Cass: Oh, thank you. Ow!
[Chimes ring] You handed it to me point first.
Cupid: I'm sorry. Arrows are so bulky, you know.
Cupid: Well, I must be off.
Cupid: Would you--would you pin that on me, please?
Frankie: Oh, of--oh!
Cupid: Oh, I'm sorry.
[Chimes ring] Did I do that?
Frankie: Oh, it's ok.
Cupid: Well, I must be off.
Cass: Ok. Well, we'll see you around.
Cupid: I doubt it. I think I've served my purpose.
Cupid: Why don't you look in the drawer of that desk? You'll see what I mean.
Frankie: The drawer of that desk?
Cass: My dear, I think we've been had.
Frankie: What do you mean?
Cass: I mean that I think that that sweet little con man--what is--
Frankie: Who's that for?
Cass: ...I think.
Frankie: Oh, Valentine candy. Oh, do you know that this is the first time in my life anyone has ever given me Valentine candy?
Cass: Oh, really?
Frankie: Yeah, I mean--
Cass: You like that?
Frankie: Oh, yes, yes. You know, jewelry and all that expensive stuff. That's like somebody's trying to bribe you or a cure for guilt or something, but Valentine candy...
Cass: I figured you'd like it.
Frankie: Oh, that's like someone thinks of you every day, you know?
Frankie: Yeah. Oh. "To Frankie, who makes me look forward to tomorrow." Oh, did you write that?
Cass: It was in my heart.
Frankie: I'm so touched.
Cass: I want you to fall for me. Don't want to push you. You know, but--what are you doing?
Frankie: Oh, I'm seeing you in a whole new light.
Cass: You are?
Frankie: Yes, oh, you were so sweet to that little man.
Cass: I'm a sweet guy.
Frankie: Yes, I think you are, too.
Cass: You do?
Frankie: All of a sudden. Kind of like a miracle.
Cass: Yeah, in spades. Or maybe I should say hearts.
Donna: Oh, dear. Haven't we had enough torture for one day?
Cupid: I'm Cupid.
Jake: Don't tell me. You're from the Cupid candy company, and you are Mister--
Cupid: Just call me Cupid.
Donna: Very cute. Come on in, Cupid. You're late.
Cupid: I hope I'm not too late.
Donna: No, no, no. Just wait right here. I'll go get your costume.
Jake: You'll have to excuse her. She's in one of her moods.
Cupid: And you're trying to talk to her about things that are important to you, and she won't listen, right?
Jake: Sounds like you know her.
Cupid: I know more than you think. Oh, you won't need this. I haven't used these in years.
Cupid: Still haven't lost my touch, have I?
Jake: That's sharp.
Donna: Here you go. Here's your costume. There's a changing room in the back. You're just gonna have to get rid of these tacky wings.
Cupid: Ouch! I'll just be a few minutes. Meanwhile, maybe you two can... talk.
Donna: What's this? Did you go out and buy me this? When did you buy this? These are chocolate-covered cherries. Jake, did you buy this for me?
Donna: But it had to be you. There's a card in there. "I want the other night to be the beginning." Jake, we agreed not to talk about this.
Jake: I didn't--
Jake: ...But I wanted to. I said it was going to be strictly business between you and I, but I didn't mean that. Do you have any idea how this feels?
Donna: Jake, what are you talking--
Jake: I mean hating you, hating your guts. That I am comfortable with, but this--working with you, seeing you every day after I made love to you.
Jake: I see everything in an entirely different light. I know--I know that this throws you for a loop. That's why I said I would try things your way, but I can't because it's too important to me. What I don't know...is how you feel.
Evan: Mm. Whatever that was that was unpronounceable--I'm telling you, it was great.
Vicky: That's what happens when you spend all day in the kitchen.
Evan: Well, I am glad you decided to stay.
Vicky: I am glad you decided to eat. All you had in your refrigerator was some old Chinese food and bottled water.
Evan: What's wrong with spoiled old Chinese food and bottled water?
Vicky: Nothing, I guess, if that's what you like.
Evan: What I like is that you are around.
Vicky: What are you doing?
Evan: What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm dancing with you. That's what--
Vicky: You don't want to dance with me.
Evan: How do you know that?
Vicky: Because I am not Amanda. I did something wrong here.
Evan: Why did you do something wrong? Hmm?
Vicky: Because...being here with you--um, being in your arms like this--it feels good.
Evan: Well, feels good to me, too.
Evan: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Vicky: I won't do this.
Vicky: Figure it out. Just figure it out, you jerk.
Amanda: Why doesn't he just go back to Park Ridge?
Sam: I think the answer to that is obvious.
Amanda: What's he doing buying her a white rose? My father bought her white roses.
Sam: Amanda, how was he supposed to know that? Come on. It's just a coincidence.
Amanda: You know, those--those letters that were out on the desk--maybe he went through them. No, that--ok. That's crazy. It's getting crazy. I'm sorry. I know you went to all this trouble, and I've done nothing but talk about my mother.
Sam: Come on. Dinner reservations? It's no trouble. Now, when we get home later--I tell you what. That's when I'm going to make a fuss.
Amanda: I don't know if I can do this, Sam.
Waiter: More champagne, sir?
Sam: No, thanks. Just the check.
Waiter: Of course.
Sam: One last toast?
Sam: To a new beginning. No more secrets and no more lies.
Amanda: Do you want what we have no matter what?
Sam: No matter what.
Amanda: I'm not saying there's not gonna be problems.
Sam: I'm not saying that. I'm saying that I love you enough to work through those problems together. I want you to be happy. I hope that I can give you that happiness.
Amanda: If you can love me through all the things I did and all the mistakes that I made...
[Glasses clink] You got me.
Ken: Don't look now, but your daughter's over there kissing her husband.
Rachel: I know, that's good. It's very good. This has been a very pleasant evening in many ways.
Ken: Yes, it has.
Rachel: Let me return the favor.
Rachel: Come back to the house. We have some wonderful new brandy.
Ken: I can't.
Rachel: Why not?
Ken: I have to return a phone call. I should have returned it an hour ago.
Rachel: You want to make the phone call here?
Ken: Yeah, I have to. Thank you. Uh, this might take awhile. Why don't you just go on?
Rachel: All right. Excuse me. Was it something I said?
Rachel: Ok. Thank you for the pleasant evening.
Ken: Sure, good night.
Rachel: Good night.
Ken: You can take this. There isn't any phone call. Thanks.
Vicky: I know I may regret this in the morning, but I can't stay here.
Evan: Vicky, you know I wouldn't hurt you.
Vicky: I know you wouldn't try. I won't be a stand-in, Evan. I want more than that.
Evan: Then why did you do all this and come over here tonight?
Vicky: Cheer you up.
Evan: That's all?
Vicky: It's all it can be. You're in love with Amanda, right?
Evan: Why is it that people that are...right for each other can't seem to meet, find one another?
Vicky: I think they can.
Still you're my favorite work of art
Evan: Thanks for everything.
Vicky: My pleasure.
Is your mouth a little weak?
Frankie: Mm. When you open it to speak
Frankie: I thought that we were working.
Cass: I don't know about you, but this is working for me.
Frankie: When you took that phone call in your office...
Frankie: I called that number that Mr. Cupido gave us.
Frankie: Doesn't exist.
Cass: You don't say.
Frankie: And the ex-wife Fay...
Frankie: Phone company has no records of her either.
Cass: How do you like that?
Frankie: What just happened, Cass?
Cass: Come here, and I'll show you.
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