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Another World Transcript Wednesday 1/18/06

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Rachel: Uh, a paleontologist? Uh-huh. Paleontologist. P-a-l...a bone man? Right. You're welcome; bye. Uh... now, may I help you?

Woman: Me, you can help me.

Rachel: Just a minute.

[Telephone rings]

Rachel: Excuse me, I have to get the phone. Odyssey. Um, no, this isn't a travel agency. Because it's not. Yeah, I'd like a cruise, too. Now, where were we? Oh, do you speak English?

Woman: I do, and I want to ask you about your shop.

Rachel: It's not my shop. I just work here all by myself.

Woman: Are there a chain of them?

[Telephone rings]

Rachel: I have to answer the phone.

Woman: I want to ask you. See, I'm sure I've seen an Odyssey shop someplace else.

Rachel: I don't think so. I don't think there could possibly be another shop like this.

Ken: Good afternoon.

Rachel: Afternoon? This is almost evening, and you haven't been here all day. Where have you been?

[Telephone continues ringing]

[Telephone rings]

Male reporter: And how many marriages is this?


[Jazz playing]

Vicky: What's going on?

Amanda: I don't know. Something big by the looks of it.

Vicky: Well, there's Josie, ha ha.

Amanda: She doesn't look too happy.

Vicky: Let's go see.

Amanda: Josie.

Vicky: Hey, Josie, love the new look.

Josie: Thanks.

Amanda: What's going on? Did Iris convince the Press that she's standing behind Lucas?

Josie: She sure did. She just said she's going to marry him.

Vicky: What?

Amanda: Iris?

Male reporter: How'd you pop the question, Lucas?

Iris: I'll answer that. It was the most eloquent, poetic, beautiful proposal you can imagine. [Laughter] Oh, you can quote me on that.

Lucas: Are you sure about this?

Iris: I'm sure.

Lucas: Mm.

Reporter: Oh!

[Crowd oohs]


Frankie: What we need is a serious talk, Cass, not a stroll by the lake.

Cass: You remember the last time we were here?

Frankie: Oh, how could I forget it? It was the night we found Catherine's body.

Cass: It was the night that everything started to go wrong for us.

Frankie: Yeah. From the minute you said you cared about me.

Cass: Right. So I propose that we start over from that night, only this time we're going to get it right.

John: Anybody home?

Sharlene: Yeah, I'm upstairs.

John: Ah, good. I was hoping I'd find you in the bedroom.

Sharlene: Oh, you were, were you?

John: Mm-hmm. Ah. Maybe we should just stay here.

Sharlene: We do have to eat something.

John: I've got a packet of peanuts in my pocket.

Sharlene: I'll tell you, as soon as I find my sweater, I'm going downstairs and I'm going to put that roast in the oven-- a pork roast.

John: You're way too sensible, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Yeah, I just don't get it.

John: What?

Sharlene: My sweater's missing. My blue sweater.

John: Is it at the cleaner's?

Sharlene: No, I--no, I put it back here the last time I--I... wait a minute. John, my locket's missing. The one you gave me. And my oval earrings are gone. John, we've been robbed.

[Crowd chattering]

Female reporter: What can we expect in the wedding?

Second male reporter: A big bash or a justice of the peace in Vegas?

Iris: What about a big bash in Vegas?


Lucas: Well, we're keeping all our options open.

Male reporter: Any plans for a honeymoon?

Iris: Well, the world's our oyster. Oh, don't quote me on that. I think it's already been used. [Laughter] Oh!

Vicky: Oh, she wants you,

Amanda: Josie, she's waving to you--certainly not to me.

Iris: Josie, darling, come over here. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you remember our fresh faces girl, Miss Josie Watts, more beautiful than ever.

Lucas: That new look deserves another "Sophisticate" cover.

Iris: That's just what I was thinking.

Second male reporter: What do you think about the happy news, Josie?

Josie: Well, it's great. A big surprise, but terrific news.

[Laughter] Congratulations, Lucas.

Lucas: Thank you, Josie.

Josie: You, too, Iris.

Iris: Oh, thank you. You're so sweet, darling.

Lucas: Well, I guess this calls for some more champagne. Help yourselves.

Iris: Yes, please.

Amanda: Evan. I've been trying to reach you. You haven't been returning my phone calls.

Evan: You've noticed.

Amanda: I know you're upset with me. You have every right to be.

Evan: Yeah, well, I'm here to see Iris, so if you'll excuse me--

Amanda: You have to understand, please?

Evan: Oh, do I?

Amanda: Why can't we just talk for a little while?

Evan: Amanda, you said all you had to say at the office, in front of Sam.

Amanda: I wanted to apologize.

Vicky: Looks like you're going to have a new Cory in-law.

Amanda: I can't believe it.

Vicky: Oh, you never know. They could be a perfect match.

Amanda: No, I don't mean that. I mean Iris manages to make a giant P.R. Event out of everything, including her own engagement.

Vicky: Where are you going?

Amanda: I can't stand it anymore. I'm leaving.

Vicky: Amanda, I've got to talk to you about something, really. It's very important.

[Telephone rings]

Rachel: You didn't tell me that you were going to be gone all day.

Ken: Something came up.

Rachel: Well, what, couldn't you call me?

Ken: Did you have a bad day?

Rachel: For some unknown reason, this place has been a madhouse.

Woman: Excuse me, excuse me.

Ken: Excuse me. Well, I'm sure you handled it beautifully. [Whispering] Who's he?

Rachel: I don't think he speaks any English.

Ken: [Speaks foreign language]

Man: [Speaks foreign language]

[Both converse in foreign language]

Ken: Ah, right this way, please.

[Speaks foreign language]

Ada: This must be the place.

Rachel: Mom!

Ada: Hi, it looks like a pawn shop from the outside.

Rachel: What are you doing out here?

Ada: Looks like a pawn shop from the inside.

Rachel: It's good to see you.

Ada: Hi. I expected one of those snooty joints, you know, with gray walls and track lighting.

Rachel: Well, I'm sorry to ruin your expectations.

Ada: I like this. Do you like this?

Rachel: Some days.

Ada: Not today?

Rachel: Not today.

Ada: Oh, I thought that you had something great going here, that you and the boss were getting along famously.

Rachel: Famously?

Ada: Well, he took you to the big gala, right?

Rachel: Right.

Ada: Took you out Valentine's day.

Rachel: So?

Ada: Like I said, famously.

Rachel: Don't start.

Ada: Start what?

Rachel: Assuming.

Ada: Who, me?

Rachel: Mom, he's my boss, and he might not be that for very much longer.

Ada: What's the matter? You afraid you're going to get fired?

Rachel: If he doesn't start answering some questions around here, he's going to lose the best assistant he's ever had.

John: Are you sure you didn't just--

Sharlene: Yeah, I'm sure, I'm sure.

John: How did you know what I was going to say?

Sharlene: I did not misplace anything. You know how organized I am. I always put things back in the same place.

John: Could someone have borrowed the stuff?

Sharlene: Someone borrowed a necklace, 3 pairs of earrings, and half my wardrobe, not to mention two very, very old cardigan sweaters.

John: Well, Josie wears your stuff, doesn't she?

Sharlene: Not anymore. It's not chic enough, John.

John: Oh, right.

Sharlene: But why would someone take my things? They're only valuable to me.

John: I don't know. There's no sign of anyone breaking in.

Sharlene: John, what are we going to do?

John: Just calm down. Call the police.

Sharlene: Ok. Ok.

Cass: It was some night. You remember how clear it was?

Frankie: It was cloudy.

Cass: Oh. Well, it was a pretty drive, though, wasn't it?

[Both laugh]

Frankie: Yes. Yes, it was. Oh, and I was nervous.

Cass: No, really?

Frankie: Hmm. Oh, I should never have asked you in the first place. That was my first mistake.

Cass: I'm glad you did. I learned about you that night, Frankie.

Frankie: You sure did.

Cass: Watching all your old classmates react to you--that was the best.

Frankie: Oh, they didn't react.

Cass: Are you kidding? Their chins hit the floor. The guys were all drooling. They expected Mary Frances the nerd, and in walks this gorgeous redhead. You had them--you had them in the aisles. You knocked them dead, kid.

Frankie: Yeah. Well, maybe they were a little surprised.

Cass: I was the envy of all the guys in the Grange hall that night. Ha ha. You remember when we danced?

Frankie: Mm-hmm. I remember.

Cass: Now, tell me that wasn't magic.

Frankie: It was very nice.

Cass: Magic.

Frankie: I'm amazed you could do all those steps, twinkle toes.

Cass: Hey, you inspired me.

Frankie: I still remember what you said to me.

Cass: "Look into my eyes."

Frankie: "And believe."

Cass: I still mean that, Frankie. Forget about everything else. Keep focused on me, on us. Everything will be fine.

Vicky: Oh, here you are.

Amanda: I don't have any time.

Vicky: Make time.

Amanda: What do you want?

Vicky: Steven.

Amanda: What about him?

Vicky: Jamie hasn't come home from Europe yet. I want Steven to stay with me until he gets back.

Amanda: Don't you think you should be talking about this with Jamie?

Vicky: Jamie doesn't understand the situation.

Amanda: And I do?

Vicky: You're a mother.

Amanda: Jamie's a father.

Vicky: I know that.

Amanda: One who doesn't like his child to be bounced around that much.

Vicky: He would rather his child be taken care of by maids and nannies rather than his own mother, is that it?

Amanda: Steven is surrounded by family. There's nothing to worry about.

Vicky: Oh, of course not. After all, you Cory women have so much time on your hands, right?

Amanda: We make time.

Vicky: I noticed how wrapped up you are in your own daughter's life.

Amanda: Watch it, Vicky.

Vicky: I'll bet you just dote over my son. Rachel probably rushes home just to tuck him in. I mean, after all, with the way your lives revolve around your kids, it's a wonder you have any time to cater to your own selfish needs.

Amanda: I understand your point, Vicky. Would you please speak to Jamie?

Vicky: Huh. I really thought you would understand.

Amanda: I do understand, Vicky. But do me a favor. Talk to Jamie, not me--

Vicky: Jamie is not here.

Amanda: Fine. I really think that it would be better for Steven to stay at my parents' house. He'll keep his usual schedule. Children need that kind of stability.

Vicky: Oh, stability. Right.

Amanda: It gives them a sense of structure.

Vicky: Oh, you've been brushing up on your child psychology, I see.

Amanda: I try to keep Alli's life as stable as possible whether you can believe that or not--

Vicky: Oh, well, that shouldn't be too difficult as long as your marriage stays intact.

Amanda: I've got a lot of work to do, Vicky.

Vicky: Once a child's time has to be divided between two separated parents, life becomes a mess no matter what you do. Think about it.

Evan: Well, I suppose I should wish you luck.

Iris: I don't need luck. I've got my man.

Evan: Yeah, you've got one hell of a woman here, Lucas. She's one of a kind.

Lucas: I know.

Matt: Ah. I have been looking all over town for you.

Josie: Oh, hi, Matt.

Matt: What are you doing all by yourself here?

Josie: Nothing.

Matt: Come on, let me see you. Come on, come on. Let me see the new you. [Sighs]

Josie: What?

Matt: Well, there's not much difference.

Josie: You hate it.

Matt: I love it! I loved the old you. I mean--ok, maybe you're a little more gorgeous right now.

Josie: Thanks. That means a lot to me.

Matt: Apparently not enough.

Josie: What do you mean?

Matt: I thought you'd be celebrating.

Josie: Yeah, well--

Matt: Well, what? What's wrong?

Josie: Oh, I--I got all puffed up, and I wanted to make this big, splashy entrance, and--

Matt: Mm-hmm.

Josie: ...I got upstaged. Serves me right.

Matt: Upstaged by who?

Josie: Them. They just announced their engagement.

Matt: Iris and Lucas are getting married?

Josie: Yes, they are.

Matt: Those two killers headed for wedded bliss?

Josie: That's not fair, Matthew.

Matt: Are you still defending that creep? Oh, there's Felicia.

Josie: I know, I know. We came in together.

Matt: Come, come. Hello, Felicia.

Felicia: Matt.

Matt: It's not true about Iris and Lucas, is it?

Felicia: Uh, seems to be, yeah.

Matt: Are you sure it's not just some sort of publicity stunt?

Felicia: No, I don't think so.

Matt: Well, I can't imagine those two promising to love, honor, and obey.

Felicia: I don't know. Maybe. Anyway, kids, I think it's time I hit the road.

Josie: So soon?

Felicia: Yeah, it's getting late. Have fun.

Matt: Ok.

Josie: Thanks.

Lucas: Fanny.

Courtney: So you left the house at approximately 3:30?

Sharlene: But only for a few minutes.

Courtney: Was that the last time?

Sharlene: Definitely. Yes, yes. I only went out that once.

Courtney: Where'd you go?

Sharlene: I just--I went outside. I went to--to--I went to get some things. To pick up the mail. I--I don't remember, ok? I don't--I don't...

John: You'll just have to try to remember.

Sharlene: All right. I know that I was here for most of the day. Frankie came over, and then Josie was here, and then--and I told you--I told you all of that.

Courtney: Um, ok. Let's go back to last night. Now, you were here with Sharlene, weren't you, John?

John: I got here late, but yes, I was here.

Sharlene: What? Wait a minute. Maybe we were robbed last night and I just didn't notice it until this morning. Is that possible?

Courtney: Well, anything is possible. Now, there's an officer downstairs taking some prints. I'm going to go see what I can come up with.

John: What about what's here?

Courtney: Well, we're going to cover this place, too. Although the guy must have broken in downstairs, because this window is pretty hard to get into.

John: It's always closed and locked this time of year.

Sharlene: I just don't understand. I don't understand why someone would break in and take some sweaters and a few pieces of jewelry. I--I...

John: I mean, we've got everything downstairs. There's a TV, there's some silver, a CD player--

Courtney: None of that was taken?

John: No, I checked.

Sharlene: Is that strange?

Courtney: Well, unless he could have started in here and got scared off. Well, I'm going to go downstairs to see what Riley's up to, ok?

John: Hey.

Sharlene: John.

John: Look at me.

Sharlene: What?

John: Nobody was hurt. It's just stuff. Who cares about stuff?

Sharlene: I know that, John. I know that. But someone was here. They were in our room.

John: Be thankful that you didn't walk in on him.

Sharlene: I know. But, John, my--losing my necklace, losing the locket from you--that meant so much to me.

John: It'll give me an excuse to get you another locket--a bigger one, a better one, a more expensive one. Ok?

Sharlene: Well, if that's the case, then I better go earn some money...to pay for it.

John: You have to work tonight?

Sharlene: I have to work every night this week, John, and I'm late already.

John: Listen, just take it easy. I'll handle the Police.

Sharlene: All right. Are you sure about that?

John: Yes. There won't be any problem there.

Sharlene: Ok. And that would be--I got it. It would be a relief if you could handle that.

John: If there's any news, I'll let you know.

Sharlene: Thank you. Listen, John. John, if Josie calls--if--

John: What?

Sharlene: I forgot to--I told you she came by--

John: Is there a problem?

Sharlene: Yes, she came by today. I told you that.

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: I just couldn't say the right thing, John. She wanted me to be all excited about this thing that she's done to herself, and I--I just couldn't say the right words--

John: Is there anything I can do?

Sharlene: Yes. If Josie calls, tell her that I'm sorry. Tell her I love her.

John: [Indistinct]

Sharlene: And I love you, too.

John: Everything's going to be all right, Sharlene. I promise.

Frankie: This is not fair.

Cass: What?

Frankie: This.

Cass: What isn't fair?

Frankie: Bringing me out here and talking about that night. It's not fair.

Cass: I want you to remember.

Frankie: That was then, Cass.

Cass: It was so real, Frankie. We let our feelings just happen. There were no games. It was just the two of us. Don't you remember that? It was--we felt so close.

Frankie: I remember.

Cass: Well, I do, too. And I also remember the way I felt about you, the way I still feel about you, Frankie.

Frankie: You were basing a hell of a gamble on just one night.

Cass: On one nearly perfect night.

Frankie: I was beginning to feel that I could trust you, that we could--that we could make things work between us.

Cass: We could. We can.

Frankie: And then Cecile.

Cass: No, Frankie.

Frankie: Yes, Cass--

Cass: That's the part that we have to change. Major rewrite. No Cecile. She gets the blue pencil, and we get a new ending.

Frankie: No. No, I can't do this. Look, this is wrong, Cass. I am going to hurt you. I am all wrong--

Cass: Frankie, what about Valentine's day? What about cupid? I thought we worked all this out.

Frankie: We didn't! I didn't!

Cass: Frankie!

Amanda: I don't need advice on my marriage.

Vicky: Oh, no. You've done just beautifully up until now.

Amanda: Sam and I are fine.

Vicky: I hope so. A child needs that kind of stability.

Evan: Well, I hope I'm not interrupting.

Amanda: The meeting isn't for another hour.

Evan: I'm not here for the meeting.

Vicky: Oh, I bet you'll both be really disappointed, but I have to leave. Don't ignore what I said.

Amanda: You came back.

Evan: Yes. You said you wanted to talk.

Amanda: I wanted to apologize for what happened. I know how much that must have hurt you, but you have to understand, I had no choice.

Evan: No choice but to lie.

Amanda: If Sam found out what happened--

Evan: What, it would destroy everything?

Amanda: You know that it would.

Evan: So your whole marriage is based upon some lie?

Amanda: Evan, I'm trying to put my life back together.

Evan: What, by lying? I tell you, I want to talk to Sam, and I'm going to tell him the truth. And I'm going to look at him square in the eyes, and I'm going to tell him exactly what--

Amanda: Evan, please promise me you will never do that. Please! Evan, come on, promise me!

Lucas: Fanny.

Felicia: Well, Luke, you're still full of surprises just like when we were kids.

Lucas: Fanny, I would have given anything for you not to have heard it this way.

Felicia: I don't think it really mattered how I heard it.

Lucas: I had no idea you were going to be here.

Felicia: Actually, I came to see you. I wanted to tell you that I wouldn't accept your decision.

Lucas: Decision?

Felicia: That we shouldn't see each other again.

Lucas: That's not what I wanted. It's what has to be. You have to accept it.

Felicia: Is that why you're marrying Iris? To keep me away?

Lucas: Fanny--

Felicia: Because I know you don't love her. I'm certain of that.

Lucas: Iris and I understand each other.

Felicia: Oh, come on, Lucas. Sounds a little like a merger, doesn't it?

Lucas: We think alike.

Felicia: You don't think anything alike. You have nothing in common with that woman. Nothing... nothing meaningful. It's a mistake, Luke. I don't want you to do this.

Lucas: Fanny, what are you saying?

Iris: Felicia, aren't you going to congratulate me?

Felicia: I'd like to talk to you, Iris.

Lucas: Fanny--

Felicia: Alone.

Iris: Felicia, I'd love to talk to you, but some other time. We're running late.

Lucas: She's right. We have a staff meeting at Cory's.

Iris: Yes, and then we have some very private celebrating to do.

Male reporter: Miss Gallant, Miss Gallant, can we have your reaction?

Felicia: Mine?

Second male reporter: You and Lucas are still searching for your child, right?

Felicia: Uh, yes, we are.

Reporter: A daughter, isn't it? Got anything to say about the engagement, Miss Gallant?

Felicia: Well, I think that congratulations are in order. Excuse me, I have to go home.

Female reporter: One more question.

Felicia: Good night, everyone.

Iris: I'm afraid we're going to have to call this a night very soon.

Lucas: Yes, and there's more champagne over here. Come on. Let's go have some more champagne. More where this came from.

Second male reporter:

[Speaks indistinctly]

Sharlene: Hey, you two.

Matt: Oh, hi.

Josie: Hi.

Matt: Hi.

Sharlene: So, Matt, what do you think of Josie?

Matt: I think it's fantastic. I even told her so.

Sharlene: Yes. It's fantastic.

Josie: Oh, I really wish you wouldn't say things that you don't mean, mother.

Sharlene: Josie. Is something wrong?

Matt: Oh, no, nothing's wrong. Iris and Lucas just announced their engagement.

Sharlene: They're getting married?

Matt: Yeah. It's something, isn't it?

Sharlene: Yes. Yes, it is something for Iris to marry a man who's still being investigated by the Police. They must be very much in love.

Josie: Lucas isn't in love with Iris. No way.

Rachel: Sharky, Sharky, Sharky.

Ada: I was going to get him a cookbook, but I think he's read them all.

Rachel: Yes, he probably has.

Ada: Unless you have one of those, you know, antiquey ones.

Rachel: You know what? Ken probably does. It's probably Egyptian, written on papyrus in hieroglyphics.

Ada: This Ken must really be something.

Rachel: A copper bowl. Don't chefs use copper bowls for something? Egg whites or something?

Ada: Listen. Never mind about Sharky. I'll get him a couple of tickets to the Black Hawks.

Rachel: Are you sure?

Ada: Yeah. This Ken must be some kind of an expert. I mean all this stuff is fascinating.

Rachel: You're not very good at pumping me.

Ada: Pumping you?

Rachel: If you want to find out if there's anything going on between Ken and me, why don't you just ask me?

Ada: Ok. I'm asking you.

Rachel: He's my boss. There's nothing going on between us.

Ada: The first man you've seen since Mac.

Rachel: That wasn't a date.

Ada: It wasn't? What was it?

Rachel: I invited him to a public event.

Ada: And Valentine's day? What was that all about?

Rachel: How did you know about that?

Ada: Liz.

Rachel: I had to ask.

Ada: Liz called me in a tizzy because a friend of hers saw you at Tops with this very attractive man.

Rachel: You can tell Liz and her friend that that will probably not be repeated.

Ada: Why not?

Rachel: Oh, I don't know. Ken is--unpredictable would be a polite way to put it.

Ken: Better that than boring.

Rachel: Better that than an eavesdropper.

Ken: Hey, I just happened to walk in on the tail end of a conversation. Hello, Ada. It's nice to see you.

Ada: Same here.

Ken: If I'd known you were coming, I would have been out here to greet you.

Rachel: Who knew?

Ken: I was in the storeroom with that Malay head man. Fascinating fellow. He's an artisan. Tenth-generation carver of teak. You and he have a lot in common, Rachel.

Rachel: What did you do with him?

Ken: He was very shy. He wanted to go out the back way.

Ada: Nice place you got here.

Ken: Thanks.

Rachel: Mom is here looking for a present for a friend of hers, her chef.

Ada: Oh, I think maybe I'll just get him a couple of hockey tickets.

Ken: Wait a minute--a chef. I think I have just the thing.

Rachel: What?

Ken: This down here somewhere. Yeah, it's--this is reputed to be Mayan, but I am almost positive it's Egyptian.

Rachel: What did I tell you?

Ken: My theory is that this was transported by raft from ancient Egypt to the new world, in the Yucatan.

Ada: No kidding.

Ken: Yeah. This was probably used to flip corn cakes on two continents thousands of years ago.

Ada: Boy, Sharky will get a big kick out of that.

Ken: Oh, I also have a marble mortar and pestle that he might like. It's over there in the window behind the sphinx. It's beautiful--

Ada: Ok.

Ken: ...And it's great for grinding spices.

Ada: Good, I'll look.

Ken: Come here, you.

Rachel: What?

Ken: Listen, you're wrong about last night. I had a good time.

Rachel: Did you?

Ken: I did.

Rachel: Well, that's puzzling.

Ken: Because I had a good time?

Rachel: No, because you practically dismissed me last night, and you haven't been around here today at all until just now. I find you very difficult to figure out, Ken.

Amanda: Say something.

Evan: Like what?

Amanda: Promise me that you're not going to tell Sam.

Evan: I'm not going to promise you anything, Amanda.

Amanda: Evan, please, can't we put this behind us? I'm tired of having scenes.

Evan: Oh, wait a second? Is that what this is about? Is this about you? It's about what you can't take or what you can't have--

Amanda: I have a child, and I have a family--

Evan: But you're living a lie, Amanda.

Amanda: I lied, yes, I lied. I lied about something that never should have happened. And I will go on the rest of my life lying about it if I have to. It was a mistake. I take full responsibility for it. I hate the fact that I hurt you, and I hate the fact that I almost threw my marriage away. Please, Evan, we have to forget about that night. Forget about it before it ruins-- ruins both of our lives.

Evan: I can't, and you can't, either.

Amanda: I can, and I will. I already made my decision. Evan, can't you help me go on from here? Come on, can't we work together as--

Evan: What--what do you want to be? You want to be friends? How about colleagues?

Ada: Flipped corn cakes thousands of years ago?

Ken: You think your friend would like it?

Ada: Oh, he'll love it, but who can afford it? It must be worth a fortune.

Ken: It's yours. A gift from me.

Ada: Oh, no, I can't do that.

Ken: You must. Don't you see? This was meant to be from one chef passed down through the ages to another chef. Your friend has to have it.

Ada: Well, since you put it that way, thank you.

Ken: You're welcome.

Ada: You'll have to come to paradise some day, and Sharky will cook you a meal to end all meals.

Ken: It's a date.

Ada: Good. Well, I got to get back.

Rachel: Ok.

Ada: Honey, take care now, ok?

Rachel: I will.

Ada: I love you.

Rachel: Mm, love you, too. Give my love to everybody there.

Ada: I will, honey. Call me soon.

Rachel: I will, I will.

Ada: Bye. Thank you again.

Rachel: Drive carefully.

Ada: Ok. Bye-bye, hon.

Rachel: Bye-bye. You just made a friend.

Ken: Well, I hope so. I like her...very much.

Rachel: So you really did have fun last night?

Ken: Yeah, I really did.

Rachel: So why did you end it so abruptly?

Ken: Rachel, the truth is I find you interesting, very interesting.

Rachel: Oh.

Ken: But I don't want you to get involved with me or vice versa.

Rachel: Ken--

Ken: Listen, I am an impossible human being. I know that. I found out long ago. I also found out I can't change who I am. Any woman who's ever been involved with me invariably winds up hating me.

Rachel: I see.

Ken: I don't want that to happen with you.

Rachel: Look, wait a minute. Ken, wait a minute. First of all, I'm not just any woman; I'm me. Secondly, I am not getting involved with you, so you can relax. I've already had the love of my life. I'm not looking for another.

Ken: Well, good. Then we know where we stand.

Rachel: But...you are the first friend I've made who isn't at all connected with Mac and what I had, and I like that. There aren't any memories or comparisons to make. And who knows? I might not wind up hating you.

Josie: Why are you always siding with my mother?

Matt: Because you're always yelling at her.

Josie: Oh, great, great. Now you're yelling at me.

Matt: Am I not allowed to express my opinion?

Josie: Not when it's none of your business.

Matt: Now, you're biting everyone's head off, and you won't really say what's really bothering you.

Josie: Here we go. Matthew's going to play psychologist now--

Matt: You're jealous.

Josie: One course in psychology--

Matt: Hmm?

Josie: What do you mean, I'm jealous?

Matt: That Lucas is marrying Iris.

Josie: That's--that's ridiculous.

Matt: Oh, yeah? I saw it on your face when you were looking at them.

Josie: Lucas and I have a professional--professional relationship. That's all.

Matt: Oh, is that why you're so upset about this engagement?

Josie: I am upset. I'm upset because I think it's a mistake.

Matt: Why? You're always singing Iris' high praises.

Josie: It's not that. It's just--

Matt: It's just you had someone a little younger in mind for old Lucas, didn't you?

Josie: I don't have to listen to any more of this. No more.

Matt: Come on, Josie, would you? Josie.

Sharlene: You're not leaving yet, are you?

Josie: Yes, yes, I am.

Sharlene: Now, wait. I was just about to offer the two of you dinner on the house.

Josie: Well, no, thank you. I really have to be going.

Matt: Sorry about that.

Sharlene: What are you sorry for, Matt?

Matt: I just feel bad she's acting this way.

Sharlene: She thought that operation was going to solve everything, change things, and it just didn't.

Matt: That's no excuse for treating you like that.

Sharlene: Look, she's my daughter, Matt. I do understand her. Now, how about you? How about dinner? You're not going to refuse my offer, are you--

Matt: Table for one.

Frankie: I found you. I have to talk to you now, right now.

Sharlene: But I was just about to--

Matt: I'll seat myself. You two talk.

Frankie: Oh, thanks, Matt.

Sharlene: I'll be right with you, all right?

Frankie: Aw, Sharlene, how can life get so weird? Will you answer me that? One minute you think you know-- you know everything, right? The next second you have no idea what's going on.

Sharlene: So just calm down. Wait a second. Calm down and tell me what happened.

Frankie: I've seen Cass.

Sharlene: And?

Frankie: And--I have to get out of here.

Sharlene: Why?

Frankie: Because---because I'm at a crossroads in my life, you know, Sharlene? I can't afford to make another decision. I have to have time to think things out, you know, to sort things out, to work things out, just--to sort them out.

Sharlene: You know what you're doing? You're repeating yourself.

Frankie: Which I always do when I'm nervous... especially when I'm nervous. Look, I didn't want you to think that--that I'd been locked up in a prop room again, so here.

Sharlene: What is this?

Frankie: This is where I'll be in case--it's on this side--in case of an emergency.

Sharlene: No, wait a second. Are you ok?

Frankie: Hey, I'm fine. I'm fine. Now, look, you swear to me-- swear to me on a stack of bibles that you won't tell Cass where I am, ok?

Sharlene: How long are you going to be gone?

Frankie: As long as it takes.

Sharlene: Frankie--

Frankie: Hey, look, don't you worry about me. I'm fine, ok? I love you. Take care.

Cass: [Shouting] Hello, John. Sharlene? It's Cass.

John: Hey, Cass. Up here. Come on in. Cass, we're upstairs. In the bedroom. Come on up.

Cass: Hi. Is Frankie here? Did she call?

John: No, no to both questions.

Cass: What are you doing?

John: Putting a new lock on the window. We got robbed.

Cass: Oh, that's nice. Is Sharlene around?

John: No, she's not.

Cass: Where is she?

John: She's at work.

Cass: At the Pelican?

John: Right.

Cass: Thanks. And listen, lots of lock with the luck. I mean, lots of luck with the lock.

Courtney: Hi, Cass.

Cass: Hey Courtney.

Courtney: Yeah, right. What's up with him?

John: He's a man in love. We're going to have to forgive him. I think he's going to be a little short on his social graces. Did you find anything?

Courtney: The only fingerprints in the room were yours and Sharlene's.

John: That's not much help, is it?

Courtney: Not that a burglar could not have been wearing gloves, of course, but...

John: But what?

Courtney: But there's no sign of forced entry. Nothing is broken, no prints. I mean--

John: But Sharlene's things are missing.

Courtney: Right.

John: So what do we do now?

Courtney: Well, I'm going to stay on it, but in the meantime, if anything occurs to either one of you, just let us know.

John: I'll give you a call.

Courtney: Thanks. Take care.

John: Thanks, Courtney.

Sharlene: Your waiter will be right with you. Enjoy.

Cass: Sharlene.

Sharlene: Cass.

Cass: Have you seen Frankie?

Sharlene: Uh, yes, but uh--

Cass: Where did she go?

Sharlene: Uh, I can't tell you.

Cass: Oh, come on, Sharlene.

Sharlene: No, no. Now, Cass, she said she needed to get away. She wanted to be alone.

Cass: I have to know where.

Sharlene: I swore on a stack of bibles, Cass.

Cass: I have to find her.

Sharlene: Why?

Cass: Because I love her.

Sharlene: What? What did you say?

Cass: And I know that she loves me. But something is holding her back from admitting it.

Like the summer rain

Sharlene: Oh, Cass. I don't know what to say. She is very upset right now, and she needs--she needs to be alone.

Cass: No, she doesn't. You know Frankie. If she goes off alone, she's going to convince herself that we don't stand a chance, that she's not good enough. Please, where is she?

He fills my heart

[Doorbell rings]

Woman: Hello.

Frankie: Hi. I'm Mary Frances.

Woman: Oh, yes, we've been expecting you. Are you sure this is what you want?

Iris: Ooh, alone at last.

Lucas: Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's be serious for a minute here, ok?

Iris: Why? The last thing I want to be is serious.

Lucas: Are you absolutely sure about this?

Iris: Oh, you keep asking me, and I keep answering you, yes, I'm absolutely sure.

Lucas: Iris, do you really want to marry me?

Iris: Yes, I really want to marry you. But I'm sorry I sprung it on you like that in the middle of the Press conference.

Lucas: Hey, don't worry about it. I mean, it was the answer I really wanted and great P.R.

Iris: Yeah, it didn't hurt, did it?

Lucas: No. You're good for me, Iris.

Iris: Yes, I am.

Lucas: I just want to put this thing with the cops behind me, and I want to be who I pretended to be for all this time.

Iris: Lucas the image maker.

Lucas: Well, I'm good at it.

Iris: Yes, you are.

Lucas: I'm a lucky man. I can't believe you want to spend your life with me in spite of what you know about me.

Iris: Oh, I don't know nearly enough about you, which is what makes it so exciting. Just think, I've got a lifetime of surprises ahead of me.

Vicky: Kno--knock, knock. Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

Iris: Not nearly as sorry as we are.

Lucas: What do you want, Vicky?

Vicky: Oh, I was just wondering if under the happy circumstances you wanted to postpone the staff meeting.

Iris: No, no, we can have it. But let's keep it short, huh?

Vicky: All right.

Amanda: Iris, Jim Perkins just went home with the flu. Do you want to cancel?

Iris: Oh, no, I don't want to cancel it, and I don't want to postpone it.

Amanda: Editorial meeting without the editor?

Iris: Well, you can call him tonight with the notes, can't you? But where is Evan? We certainly can't start without him. He's got the new budget figures. Ah, there he is right on cue. Good.

Evan: Well, what you need is in this along with my letter of resignation.

Iris: Your what?

Evan: I'm resigning from Cory Publishing. It's effective today.

Rachel: How can you let shipments come in and then not unpack them immediately? This must have been back there for months.

Ken: Those are antiquities. I was just letting them age a little longer.

Rachel: Do you even know what this is?

Ken: I think so.

Rachel: Is this it?

Ken: Yeah.

Rachel: An ashtray.

Ken: Very funny.

Rachel: A mask. [Gasps]

Ken: Oh, yeah. She's pre-Columbian. Probably from Guatemala.

Rachel: She's beautiful. Horrific but beautiful.

Ken: Oh, was that my stomach or yours? I just realized I haven't had anything to eat all day. Why don't we close up shop and find a restaurant?

Rachel: We? You and me?

Ken: Not me and her.

Rachel: You're actually going to risk going to dinner with me again?

Ken: Everybody's got to eat, right? Even friends.

Rachel: I'm starving. That was my stomach, I think.

Ken: Let me put Madame in the back where she'll be safe.

Rachel: Ok. I'll get my coat. I'll be right back. Oh, we're closed.

Woman: I was here before. Remember?

Rachel: How could I forget?

Woman: Well, I was passing by, and I realized why I thought this--the shop looked familiar.

Rachel: Oh, it--it's--

Woman: I've been in one just like this.

Rachel: No, I don't think so.

Woman: Yes, almost exactly. Yes, in Maine.

Rachel: Maine?

Woman: Yes, I went home, and I found the card.

Rachel: Thank you.

Woman: Good night.

Rachel: Good night. "Odyssey. Pine Bay, Maine." Mac.

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