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Another World Transcript Monday 1/23/06
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Proofread By Ebele
Iris: Goodness, you're still here?
Amanda: At this rate, I will be here until tomorrow morning.
Iris: Why? Can't you handle Evan's figures?
Amanda: Yes, I can handle them, Iris. There's just so many of them.
Iris: Oh, dear. I was hoping you'd be able to cover for his absence.
Amanda: I will, Iris. You're just going to have to give me some time, all right?
Iris: Well, I trust you're on top of the Adams Beauty Care account.
Amanda: You gave that to Vicky.
Iris: Aha. But as publisher of this magazine, you're responsible for everything.
Iris: I trust I'll have your report on my desk in the morning.
Amanda: Yes, you'll have it.
Iris: Goody. Now I'm off to Josie's little get-together.
Amanda: You're going to a party?
Iris: Well, somebody has to handle public relations. Good-bye.
Amanda: Wendy, I need to see Vicky Hudson immediately. What do you mean she's not in the building? Where could she-- she's where?
Cliff:: What--I didn't expect...
Vicky: I told you I had blond hair and blue eyes.
Cliff:: But you didn't tell me you were so...
Vicky: Stunning. [Laughs]
Cliff:: Or witty.
Vicky: I wanted to surprise you.
Cliff:: And you have. This is definitely going to be more interesting than I expected.
Vicky: Well, for both of us, I hope.
Donna: That was fast.
Michael: Well, you said it couldn't wait.
Donna: Come in.
Michael: So what is it? What--what did you want to talk to me about?
Donna: I want to ask you a question, and I want you to tell me the truth. Did you persuade Lucas not to hire me and Jake?
Cass: I hit 3 costume places before I found one that had a habit my size.
Frankie: I--I don't believe this.
Cass: You should have seen me driving over here. Boy, St. Christopher, a nun doing 80 miles per hour in a sports car.
Frankie: How did you get in here?
Cass: Oh, Mother Superior let me in. She and I had a lovely, lovely nun-to-nun talk. I told her I had to see you.
Frankie: And she bought the whole thing?
Cass: Oh, I looked very devout.
Frankie: This is blasphemy!
Cass: Well, I prefer to think of it as ingenuity.
Frankie: You weaseled this out of Sharlene?
Cass: I never weasel, Frankie. I grovel.
Frankie: I come here for peace and quiet and what do I get? Sacrilege. I want you out of here.
Cass: Oh, no way.
Cass: I didn't become a sister for nothing, you know.
Frankie: Oh, yes, you did.
Cass: I'm staying, Frankie.
[Knock at door]
Mother Superior: Mary Frances.
Frankie: Reverend mother.
Mother Superior: I thought I heard arguing. Is there a problem?
There isn't a problem?
Frankie: We weren't arguing. We were debating.
Mother Superior: Rather forcefully, if I may say so.
Frankie: Well, it did get a bit zealous there, didn't it? It--it's over now. Um, I think that we should get back to cleaning up the kitchen, so I have asked Sister Cassandra to lend me a hand.
Mother Superior: I'll leave it to you, then.
Frankie: Thank you.
Mother Superior: Sister Cassandra.
Cass: Hey, I knew you wouldn't turn me in.
Frankie: I was this close.
Cass: Yeah, but you didn't do it. It's because you still care for me.
Frankie: What I care about is getting you psychiatric help! This is wacko, city counselor!
Cass: You wanted to get away from the cares of the world and reflect, right?
Frankie: That is what I wanted to do.
Cass: Well, I am letting you do that.
Frankie: No, you're not!
Cass: Keep your voice down.
Frankie: You are the world that I wanted to get away from, and you're here!
Cass: I won't bother you.
Frankie: Look at me, I'm bothered!
Frankie: Now will you get out of here?
[Church bells ringing]
Cass: Hey, what the hell was that?
Mother Superior: Mary Frances. I'm not sure I explained the bell to you.
Frankie: No, you didn't.
Mother Superior: It signals the beginning of a period of silent meditation. For the next hour, everyone in the convent must observe strict silence.
Michael: Lucas? I mean, Lucas is the reason that you called me over here to talk to me?
Donna: Why else would I have called you?
Michael: Well, I thought maybe you'd want to--forget it, Donna. What--what is it you want to know about Lucas, what?
Donna: Did you tell him not to hire us?
Michael: Yes, I did.
Donna: Why would you do that to me, Michael?
Michael: Lucas is a dangerous man, Donna.
Donna: Lucas saved your life.
Michael: And there are a lot of people who were not happy about that.
Donna: So what does that have to do with me?
Michael: They are going to come after him, Donna. He's a marked man.
Donna: Then why does he still have his position at "Sophisticate"?
Michael: Well, I have a feeling it's because Iris is in love with him, and maybe because Rachel is on vacation, I don't know.
Donna: Well, thanks to you my business may be in danger of failing, Michael.
Michael: Look, your business does not depend on Lucas, all right?
Donna: You may not tell me who I can associate with. We're not living together as husband and wife any longer.
Michael: Not at the moment, no.
Donna: I can take care of myself, Michael.
Michael: Donna, you don't know Lucas and you don't know the cartel, all right?
Donna: What do you think I am, some naive little idiot? Yes, you, you have absolutely no respect for me!
Michael: It's not true.
Donna: You're trying to treat me the same way you did before you left.
Michael: Donna, what I did, I did because I believed it was the right thing, all right? And you or nobody else is going to convince me I did the wrong thing.
Jake: When you stopped her from working with Lucas, Michael, you also stopped me. What about that?
Josie: Let's see. Jarlsberg, Gouda, Brie... whatever that is. What else, what else?
Josie: Yes. No, no.
Josie: Not crackers--biscuits. They are called imported biscuits. I'll get them.
Olivia: Did she take the plastic wrap off the cheeses?
Josie: Reuben, quick, take the plastic wrap off the cheeses.
Reuben: ...Plastic wrap off the cheeses. [Sighs]
Olivia: She has put out a ludicrous amount of food.
Josie: Or did I already do it? Reuben, I might have already done it.
Olivia: And those flowers, it looks like somebody died.
Josie: Almost forgot the bread sticks, macadamias, cashews and peanuts.
Olivia: Josie, good heavens, is this all you're putting out?
Josie: Why--what do you mean?
Olivia: No marinated artichoke hearts?
Josie: Marinated--I didn't buy any.
Olivia: Oh. Well, I suppose you can get away with it since it's your first party.
Josie: Oh, no.
Josie: What if I didn't get enough mountain spring water?
Josie: I got 10 bottles but--unless I could serve them tap water and tell them it's mountain spring water. They'll never know.
Reuben: Josie, will you listen to me?
Reuben: You have more than enough of everything. Look at this. You're going to have such a hot party.
Josie: Yeah, if anybody shows up. What if nobody--
Josie: Oh, no. Please, don't let that be one of the guests.
Reuben: Why not?
Josie: Because I'm not ready.
Reuben: Josie, you've been ready for the past two hours.
Josie: I mean, emotionally. I'm not centered. I'm not calm. My hands are sweating.
Olivia: Shall I answer the door?
Josie: No, no, no. Nobody move.
Josie: Uh, just a minute. I'm gonna go change.
Josie: I'll be right back.
Reuben: Josie, you are not going to change your clothes now.
Josie: Reuben, the most important people from "Sophisticate" are going to be here. What if Lucas isn't impressed?
Reuben: Josie, you look great, ok? Now you're gonna turn around... have a wonderful time, a fun time, and answer your door.
Josie: Answer my door.
Josie: I'm gonna answer my door. Hi. Hello, um, I'm so glad you could make it.
Woman: It's nice to see you again, Josie.
Josie: You, too. I hope, it wasn't too inconvenient getting here. I hope you like the food. Oh, come in.
Woman: Great apartment, Josie.
Josie: Thank you. I--I think it's on the small side, but I find it cozy, not to mention clean. One always does clean before a party. [Laughs] Reuben--Reuben, um, Olivia, I want you to meet my friends, Graham and--oh, I'm terrible with names.
Josie: Narissa, of course. This is Reuben and--and Olivia.
Olivia: It's a pleasure.
Reuben: Uh, it's really nice to meet you--I'm sorry, what's your names again?
Graham: Graham. Where do we put our coats?
Josie: Oh, oh your coats...
Olivia: In the bedroom.
Josie: In the bedroom. I'll put them in the bedroom. I'll hang them up so they don't get all--all wrinkled.
Reuben: I'll take these.
Josie: I'll be right back.
Reuben: Excuse me.
Olivia: You'll have to forgive her, first party nerves and everything.
Narissa: Of course.
Graham: Mushroom, Narissa?
Narissa: Ooh, marvelous.
Olivia: Excuse me.
Olivia: I'm leaving.
Josie: What? Wait. The party just started, Olivia. Don't--don't tell me it's boring, already.
Olivia: Josie, it'll be fine if you just relax. I just need some fresh air, that's all.
Josie: Oh, could you get that? I've got to take care of these coats. Would you mind? Thanks.
Olivia: Hi, Matthew.
Matt: Hey, I heard there was a wild and crazy party up here, so I came up.
Olivia: Oh, yeah, it's incredible, it's happening. What a bash. Bye.
Matt: Hey, where are you going?
Olivia: As far away as I can get. Oh, and I would stay away from the stuffed mushrooms if I were you. They're still frozen in the middle.
Matt: Oh, thank you. Hey, Reuben, how is it going?
Reuben: Fine. Fine.
Matt: In the middle, huh?
Reuben: Yeah. Oh, don't tell Josie. She'll freak.
Matt: Where is she?
Josie: I'm so glad you could make it. You don't know how nervous I...
Josie: What are you wearing?
Matt: Well, let's see here, I'm wearing jeans, a shirt, a little aftershave I got this morning. Do you like?
Josie: This is an elegant party.
Matt: An elegant party? Oh, darn it. I thought this was a regular old inelegant party. If I'd only known...
Josie: I'm serious, Matthew.
Reuben: Come on, Josie, he looks fine.
Matt: Wait a--wait a minute. Apparently I don't. And I am humiliated. I mean, look at all your fancy friends all spiff and color coordinated.
Josie: Shh, shh. They might hear you.
Matt: Well, heaven forbid they hear me.
Josie: You know, you--you could have at least worn something halfway decent.
Matt: This is what I wear, Josie.
Josie: For a frat party maybe.
Matt: For any party.
Josie: Even when the guests are on the cutting edge?
Matt: Did she actually say that, Reuben? Did she actually...say this is the cutting edge?
Josie: Yes, and this cutting edge happens to be important to my career.
Josie: I thought you understood that. Excuse me.
Matt: I don't believe this.
Reuben: Look, she's just a little nervous, man. Ok?
Matt: About what? I don't even know why she had this party in the first place.
Josie: Lucas, you came!
Lucas: Would I miss your party?
Josie: Hi, how are you? Come on in.
Matt: Now I know.
Josie: How do I look?
Lucas: You look terrific.
Josie: So do you, so...distinguished. Now I know my party's going to be just fine.
Vicky: Florence is definitely my favorite city.
Cliff: Ah, yes.
Vicky: I--I love all the, um, cathedrals and architecture.
Vicky: I love it there, too.
Cliff: Vicky, you're wonderful.
Vicky: I am? Thank you.
Cliff: And you spoke nothing but Italian the whole time you were there?
Vicky: Well, languages always have been a passion of mine, yes.
Cliff: That and movies, food, music. Anything else?
Vicky: Well, there are a few more things.
Cliff: I'm anxious to hear about all of them.
Vicky: Well, I'll be happy to tell you about them.
Sam: Yeah, that's right, one beef and one chicken. Ah, listen, could you send some nachos with that as well? Right, that's it. Thanks a lot. Hi, Olivia.
Sam: Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
Olivia: I didn't think you'd be here this time of day.
Sam: Yeah, well, I didn't think I'd be here this time of day, either.
Olivia: I don't want to interrupt your work.
Sam: Olivia, when I gave you the key, I said use the place whenever you want to.
Olivia: Yes, I know, when I needed a place to practice my dancing.
Sam: Or...if you wanted to get away from everyone and everything.
Olivia: Oh, you did say that, didn't you?
Sam: Yeah. Is that why you're here?
Olivia: Does it show?
Sam: Well, you didn't bring your dance clothes. So what happened?
Olivia: Oh, Josie's having a party and I just didn't feel up to it...all those people she works with.
Sam: Yeah, I'm not too into parties myself.
Olivia: So why are you here tonight?
Sam: Amanda had a late meeting, and I needed some art supplies, so...
Olivia: So I suppose you'll...get your supplies and...then leave?
Sam: Actually, no. I've, uh, just finished ordering dinner.
Olivia: You did?
Sam: Yeah. You know, enchiladas, tacos, nachos--all the stuff you hate.
Olivia: Who says?
Sam: Come on, I thought you were a health food freak.
Olivia: Well, not all of the time. In fact, I've been craving Mexican lately.
Olivia: Did you order chicken enchiladas or beef?
Sam: Both, actually. So which do you prefer?
Olivia: I don't eat red meat.
Sam: Oh, well, then you get the chicken.
Olivia: Are you inviting me to dinner?
Sam: Unless you have something better to do.
Olivia: No. Mm-mmm, that'd be great.
Vicky: Will you just excuse me for one moment? Thank you. What is your problem?
Amanda: Why aren't you at the office?
Vicky: Because I'm here.
Amanda: We are working a 16-hour day and you're here at Tops picking up men?
Vicky: Uh, wrong. Go--
Amanda: That's great.
Vicky: Uh, Amanda--
Amanda: Iris trusted you with the Adams account, and the very least that you can do is do the work, all right? You and I have to get together a strategy--
Amanda: ...And lay it on her desk by tomorrow morning.
Vicky: Ok. All right. About this strategy--
Amanda: You got yourself into this, now the very least you can do is do the work, all right?
Vicky: Are you finished?
Amanda: Yes, I'm finished.
Amanda: Let's go.
Vicky: Now if you would...
Cliff: If I'm interrupting, it's strictly intentional.
Amanda: Look, I'm sorry. Vicky's gonna have to leave, Mister...
Vicky: Adams. Amanda Fowler, I would like you to meet Mr. Cliff Adams, the president of Adams Cosmetics.
Amanda: Hello. It's nice to meet you.
Vicky: Amanda is the publisher of "Sophisticate." I've told you many things about her.
Cliff: Oh, and it's been fascinating. I'm sorry you and Vicky have to leave.
Vicky: We don't, do we?
Amanda: No. No, not just yet. Um, I was just discussing a minor office problem with Vicky, and she assures me that there's no reason to worry, so...
Cliff: Well, I hope so. I heard that Evan Bates resigned.
Vicky: No. Actually, he is just on a temporary leave of absence.
Amanda: Yes, there was a novel that he wanted to write.
Cliff: But the financial department, it's still in good shape?
Vicky: Mr. Adams is interested in putting more advertising space into "Sophisticate," Amanda.
Amanda: Well, I think that's a great idea for you, Mr. Adams. Thank you.
Cliff: Please, Cliff. Yes. Vicky's made a very strong proposal, but I still have a few questions.
Amanda: Well, sure, go ahead, ask away. I have most of the information here with me.
Cliff: Now, the terms of the agreement aren't completely clear to me.
Vicky: I was trying to explain it on a sliding scale.
Amanda: Well, I can lay it out for you.
Vicky: I'm sure Amanda has all the latest circulation figures as well as the demographics.
Cliff: It's intriguing to me...b I'm sure that would take considerable research.
Vicky: We've already hired an independent research team, haven't we?
Amanda: Yes, they're great. Unless, of course, you have somebody that you would rather use.
Vicky: That would be fine with us.
Amanda: Uh-huh. So, um, we can give you the best space. I'm sure, Vicky told you that.
Vicky: Cover, layout, double-centered layout.
Amanda: So all you have to do is have your art director call our art director, and, uh, see what they can work out.
Vicky: That's a good idea.
Cliff: I've heard a lot of good ideas today.
Amanda: Yes, well Vicky can be very innovative.
Cliff:: I have to admit... I had reservations about this trip...when I found out I wouldn't be meeting with Evan Bates.
Vicky: Well, Evan has been a--a loss for the time being, but we are learning to cope without him.
Cliff: Well, you're more than coping. I'm very reassured.
Amanda: Good. We're very pleased to hear you say that.
Cliff:: I'll be in touch.
Vicky: I'll look forward to hearing from you.
Cliff: Tomorrow. We'll talk tomorrow.
Cliff: It's very nice to meet you, Amanda.
Amanda: Oh, same here. Thank you.
Cliff: Vicky, I had a wonderful time.
Vicky: So did I. Thank you.
Cliff:: Now, don't you two work too hard. Make sure you have a little fun.
Vicky: [Laughs] We'll be sure to do that. Ciao.
Vicky: You almost ruined everything.
Amanda: How am I supposed to know what you were doing?
Vicky: I didn't know it was going to work out so well, but we got on a roll--
Amanda: It went well. It went well. You actually did well.
Vicky: You weren't bad, except for the novel part, but we landed it.
Amanda: Yes, the AMS account. [Sighs] Wait until Iris hears.
Vicky: You tell Iris I'm going home.
Amanda: Um, Vicky, have you seen Evan? How is he?
Vicky: You've got to be kidding me that you're asking me that question.
Amanda: Just tell me how he is.
Vicky: I don't know. Really, I don't.
Evan: Yeah, this is Evan Bates. Fine. Listen, I need you to sell 200 shares of the AT&T stock and replace it with municipal bonds at high yield. What? I'm so--sober as a judge, what are you talking about? Just do as I say! Now, I want you to keep an eye on "Brava" stock. I'm working on a plan. Well, I'm freelancing now. I make my calls when I want. It's much--it's better being that way, you know what I mean? It's better on my own that way.
[Janet Jackson's "Black Cat" playing]
Reuben: You can't leave now, Matt.
Matt: Well, tell Josie, I felt uncomfortable in my jeans.
Reuben: She didn't mean that.
Matt: I don't care what she meant. She's falling all over herself trying to be part of this group she invited over here. If you ask me, they're the ones she should be embarrassed by.
Reuben: She works with these people.
Matt: Well, obviously they're the ones she cares about. She hasn't left Lucas for a second.
Lucas: Are you more relaxed now?
Josie: Well, a little bit.
Lucas: This party is terrific.
Josie: I don't know.
Lucas: Come on, look around. Everybody's having a ball.
Josie: Do you--do you think the music is too loud?
Lucas: No, everything is fine.
Josie: Except for me. I don't fit in, Lucas.
Lucas: Would you stop it. Of course you do, honey, you fit in perfectly. You're as gorgeous as anybody in this room. This is your crowd.
Josie: Do you really think so?
Lucas: Yes. This is your world.
Josie: Iris dropped by today.
Matt: Ah, Iris actually made someone's mood better.
Josie: She wanted to talk to me about something.
Matt: Oh, "Fresh Faces" campaign, no doubt.
Josie: No, no. She came over to tell me not to get involved with Lucas.
Matt: What, she told--she told you--uh, I don't understand.
Josie: Not that anything is going on between us, of course. It's all in Iris' mind. Don't you see?
Matt: No. No.
Josie: She sees me as competition.
Matt: Mm, well--that's--that's why you're in this mood? That--what, that turns you on?
Josie: It doesn't turn me on. It's just flattering. Here is this powerful, successful, glamorous woman and she sees me as her rival.
Matt: Hmm. Wh--what an ego trip for you.
Josie: No, no, it's not that. It just makes me feel... powerful myself.
Don't you tell yourself that it's ok sick and tired of all of your games
Matt: Excuse me. [Clears throat] I'd like to talk to Josie alone for a minute.
Lucas: Of course, Matt.
Matt: Thank you.
Josie: Well, I--I'll find you in a few minutes, Lucas.
Matt: I bet you will.
Josie: What is your problem?
Matt: You're the one with the problem...kissing up to all these phony jerks, trying to fit in with a bunch of creeps.
Josie: They are not creeps.
Matt: Fine, Josie, have fun.
Josie: You just can't be happy for me, can you? For the first time in my life I feel like I belong, and you just can't be happy for me.
Josie: Hi, I'm back.
Lucas: Oh, hi. Where's Matthew?
Josie: Oh, he's circulating.
Lucas: Oh, good.
Josie: Could I talk to you alone for a minute?
Lucas: Sure. What?
Josie: Nothing, I just--I just wanted to talk to you.
Josie: Lucas, I can't decide what to wear for the luncheon on Friday and I thought maybe you could help me decide. Should I look casual or...
Iris: Lucas, darling, hi.
Lucas: Iris, how are you?
Lucas:. Sorry I'm late. Have I missed much?
Cass: You know... mm...mmm...good pear. I have something for you. If the mother superior knew why I was here, she wouldn't hold me to silence. You are gonna really love what I brought you, especially seeing what they feed you around this place.
Frankie: The sisters like good hardy food.
Cass: Yeah, but you're into health food, not stew with fatty beef and salty pork that they dip in a heavy flour gravy.
Frankie: I can pick out the vegetables.
Cass: What would you say to a wheat germ and granola carob cake, hmm?
Cass: No? You said no?
Frankie: You heard me.
Cass: I heard you, but I don't believe you. Why don't I leave it right here, just in case. Ok?
Frankie: Are you going to help me clean up or what?
Cass: Sure. When do we hack up the salt pork? You know all of that saturated fat oozes into everything, including the veggies. Did you know that? And very succulent and it'll put hair on your chest, that's for sure.
Frankie: You are not going to provoke me, Cass.
Cass: Wouldn't dream of it, Frankie.
Frankie: If this is you being silent, I would hate to be around when you have something to say.
Cass: Oh, I have plenty to say. I think you should live life the way you want to.
Frankie: I'm trying.
Cass: How? By denying yourself?
Frankie: Happy now?
Cass: You can't change what you are or what you want by hiding behind these walls. I want you to realize that.
Frankie: I'm not hiding!
Cass: You wanted your cake, and you want me, too. Silent mediation, Mary Frances, that's good. Silent meditation.
Jake: I think you and I should have a little talk alone, Michael.
Michael: Personally, I think that's a very, very good idea.
Donna: Well, I don't.
Jake: Give us a couple of minutes, Donna.
Donna: I think I have a right to hear what's going on.
Jake: You had your chance to talk to him, now it's my turn.
Donna: Very well.
Michael: So, what's on your mind?
Jake: I am trying to build a business here. I don't need you around to screw it up.
Michael: I'm not trying to screw it up.
Jake: Let me finish!
Michael: I know what you're going to say.
Jake: You pull another stunt like that, Michael, and I will make you sorry you ever interfered.
Michael: What is this macho talk, Jake? I'm trying to protect Donna, that's all.
Jake: Protect--protect her from what?
Michael: From Lucas. He is a dangerous man. He is big trouble, man.
Jake: So you say, 007.
Michael: No, so I know--so I know, buddy. He is dangerous. I'm trying to protect her from danger. It's that simple.
Jake: I don't think it is, Michael. I don't think it's that simple!
Michael: I don't really care what you think!
Jake: Is this about Lucas, or do you want Donna to fail so she'll come crawling back to you?
Michael: I have a feeling that's more your tactics than mine, Jake.
Jake: Or is it me? Are you trying to punish Donna because she's in business with me?
Jake: Face it, Michael. You don't like this.
Michael: This? Why don't you tell me, Jake, what is this?
Jake: Donna and me in business. Me taking care of her since you dumped her.
Michael: Ah, well, to tell you the truth, no, I'm not too crazy about it.
Jake: Oh, you don't like the fact that she's spending all her time and her money here in business with me?
Michael: Well, to tell you the truth, Jake, I have a little trouble believing that your interest in Donna is purely business, that's all.
Jake: This is business...my business, and I want you to keep your hands off.
Michael: No problem, just as long as you have nothing to do with Lucas.
Jake: I'll do business with anybody I want.
Michael: Not if it puts Donna at risk, you won't.
Jake: I'll take care of Donna, just like I've been doing.
Michael: Really? Well, you won't have to, because I'll take care of Donna.
Donna: All right. All right, you two, that's enough talk for now. Michael, you have to leave. Jake and I have work to do.
Michael: All right. I just want you to know I wish this conversation could've been a little different. As a matter of fact, I wish this whole evening could've been a little different.
[Knock at door]
Evan: Who is it?
Vicky: Open the door and find out!
Evan: Vicky, would you just go away?
Vicky: No, I'm not going anywhere until I see how you're doing.
Evan: I'm doing fine.
Evan: I'm doing great, never better in my life.
Vicky: Have you eaten anything?
Evan: I'm in the middle of a workout tape here. It recommends not eating until after.
Vicky: Open this door!
Evan: What, and break my rhythm? No way.
Vicky: You haven't left this place one time, have you?
Evan: Why should I? Every restaurant in the area delivers. I got my computer, I've got my stereo.
Evan: Look, I got to get back to work, ok? Oh, what's that? Oh, it must be Tokyo calling. Mushi Mushi, how are you?
Vicky: Bates! [Sighs]
Olivia: Mm...next time, two orders of nachos.
Sam: They were good, weren't they?
Olivia: I think that I'm hooked.
Sam: Amanda's a nacho freak, too.
Olivia: Oh, yeah?
Sam: Yeah. She used to order them as her main course.
Olivia: You guys did this all the time?
Sam: When we used to live here, yeah. Every Friday night we would order videos and eat Mexican food.
Olivia: I have an announcement.
Sam: Yeah, what?
Olivia: I have given the matter a great deal of thought and decided that you were right.
Sam: Oh, well, of course I was. About what?
Olivia: I'm going to continue dancing with more determination than ever.
Sam: Good for you. I knew you'd do it. I knew you'd come to your senses.
Olivia: Sam, it's all thanks to you.
Sam: Well, hey.
Amanda: Sam, I saw your car outside. Olivia.
Iris: [Laughs] Oh, she's quite the hostess, isn't she, Lucas?
Lucas: Yes, with the mostest.
Josie: Thank you. I really--I really should be mingling.
Iris: No, Josie, wait. I want to talk to you.
Iris: Uh, Lucas, you don't mind if we just have a little heart-to-heart chat, woman to woman.
Lucas: No. I'll go get some of that wonderful food.
Iris: Come on, let's find a quiet little corner to sit down.
Josie: Mrs. Wheeler, I--I really should be talking to all the...
Iris: All right, Josie--
Iris: ...Now I want you to stop. No more Mrs. Wheeler, please. It's Iris. All right? You can say that, can't you? "Iris," say it.
Iris: There you are. It wasn't so hard, was it?
Iris: All right. I want to ask you something, and I--I want you to feel free to say no, all right?
Josie: All right.
Iris: Um, gosh, um...
[Mumbles] Let me take a big breath.
Narissa: Great party, Josie.
Josie: Oh, thank you.
Iris: Josie, look, you've been very much a part of my life for the last year. You made my life very happy and--well, I was just wondering if perhaps--I was wondering if you would be bridesmaid at my wedding.
Josie: Oh, uh, well, I--I--I'd be honored.
Iris: [Laughing] That's wonderful. Oh, I'll--I'll give you all the details as soon as I can.
Josie: Uh, all right, whenever.
Iris: It's going to be such fun, I can tell you.
Josie: Uh, could you excuse me a minute?
Josie: Reuben, where's Matthew?
Vicky: Well, he's kind of down in the dumps...going through a bad time.
Donna: I heard he quit of his own accord.
Vicky: Well, he did. But he was heading for the top, and that's a rough fall no matter whose choice it is.
Donna: So what does that have to do with me?
Vicky: I want you to hire him at your company.
Donna: Evan Bates? That's impossible.
Donna: We can't afford him.
Vicky: Oh--oh, don't worry about that. We'll work something out.
Donna: Work what out?
Vicky: How he gets paid. I'll take care of it. In the meantime, you'll have one of the greatest financial minds working for you.
Donna: I'm not so sure about that.
Vicky: Come on, Mom, with all of his connections, he'll be a great asset to you. And you'll be helping him out by making him more active. What do you say?
Donna: I don't know what to say.
Vicky: I hear a yes. Mom, you're great. I've been waiting for a way to pay him back. This will do it whether he likes it or not.
Sam: Hey, Amanda.
Amanda: I interrupted your dinner.
Sam: That's ok. We were just finishing.
Olivia: There are some nachos over there.
Amanda: Olivia, why are you here?
Sam: We ran into each other.
Olivia: Yes. Uh, Sam gave me the key to the--I'll let you explain.
Sam: Olivia needed a place to work out. And since I'm not using the place anymore, I offered her the place.
Amanda: So she can use it whenever she wants.
Sam: Basically, yes.
Amanda: Tonight you just happened to be here at the same time.
Olivia: Well, look, I--I have to go. Thank you for the dinner, Sam.
Olivia: See you, Amanda.
Sam: I'll walk you out.
Olivia: Maybe I better call next time--
Sam: Look, it's not a problem.
Olivia: ...Before I come over here.
Sam: Stop worrying about it, ok? I gave you the key so you could use the place whenever you wanted to.
Olivia: But I don't want to cause any...
Sam: It's ok.
Olivia: Thank you. It means a lot to me.
Sam: Listen, when do you want to start modeling for me again?
Sam: I'll call you in the morning.
Olivia: I'll be waiting.
Sam: See you.
Sam: So you ready to go?
Amanda: Uh, are you in a rush? I mean, we could stay here for a little while.
Sam: No, it's kind of late.
Sam: So...I think you and I should put Alli down together. Besides that fact, your Mom's home and I know she wants to talk to you.
Amanda: Yeah. All right. I guess you're right.
Sam: All right. Let's go.
Amanda: I love you.
Sam: You, too. Let's go.
Donna: So what do you think?
Jake: I think you look good.
Donna: I mean about Evan?
Donna: You don't think he's right for us.
Jake: Come on, donna. We don't have enough money to pay a utility bill here. How the hell can we afford someone like Evan?
Donna: Arrangements can be made.
Donna: Jake, just think about it. Michael just took away our chance to be a major company.
Jake: Our first chance, donna.
Donna: But if we hire somebody like Evan, people will take us more seriously.
Jake: Oh, I get it. You don't want to be here with me alone.
Donna: Don't flatter yourself, buster. I've handled tougher cases than you, Jake McKinnon.
Jake: I'm serious, donna.
Donna: About what?
Jake: Oh, this whole hire Evan campaign. This is to keep things from getting out of hand here.
Donna: What things?
Jake: You figure the more people you hire to hang around this loft, the less chance there is that I'll chase you around it.
Donna: Get serious, Jake.
Jake: I'm telling you, donna. It won't work.
We've been trying for a long time to say what we want to say but feelings don't--
Vicky: I knew you'd crawl out of your hole sometime.
Evan: Boy, you don't give up, do you?
Vicky: Not when it's a worthy cause.
Evan: Oh, have I become a cause now?
Evan: Are you planning a telethon for me or something?
Vicky: Um, not yet. Hey, doesn't this place remind you of the place we hit right outside Lassiter, the diner?
Evan: No, I think that place had much more character because everything was greasy, not just the, uh, the spoons here.
Vicky: Well, it was the right pr e, I mean...
Evan: Yeah...for a woman with limited funds.
Vicky: I was so scared.
Evan: I know. You had me worried.
Vicky: But you never gave up on me.
Evan: Yeah. That's because--well, you and I are a lot alike.
Vicky: How so?
Evan: You feel things.
Vicky: Too much.
Evan: And we go after what we want.
Vicky: Even if we usually blow it.
[Laughter] You ok?
Evan: Yeah. I'm going to be fine. I--you know, I'm taking charge of my life again.
Vicky: How so?
Evan: You'll see.
Cass: The way I see it, and I know you'll agree, is that things conspired against us. I mean, there were so many obstacles in our way. Maybe we still have a couple, but there's no reason in the world why we can't work together to overcome them, you know? Because there's a strong possibility--nay, probability that we belong to each other and with each other. Granted, we have a couple of little areas that we have to iron out, but if we keep talking...
[Church bells ringing]
Frankie: Keep talking? You haven't shut up.
Cass: Well, you weren't saying anything.
Frankie: I was trying to observe the convent's rules.
Cass: You spoke before.
Frankie: You tricked me into it.
Cass: I didn't trick you.
Frankie: Oh, you flaunt the convent's rules. You flaunt everything, Cass. I am sick to death of you.
Cass: You don't mean that.
Frankie: Oh, yes, I do. And to prove it to you, I'm going to call the reverend mother right now and have you kicked out of the house.
Cass: No, you're not.
Frankie: What are you doing?
Cass: Hey. You think Deborah Kerr never wanted Robert Mitchum to do this in "Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison"?
Frankie: Cass, no, no!
Singer: ...Is gonna come back around, baby you hurt me, boy yes you did you better watch your back, boy you better watch your back, baby 'cause something or someone is gonna back you down and I'll be standing here laughing, laughing and singing this song again--
Josie: Matthew...I'm sorry.
Matt: Party is over, I take it.
Josie: Why'd you leave?
Matt: I'm surprised you noticed, Josie.
Josie: Of course I noticed. I was--I was upset.
Matt: Not too upset to be the perfect hostess, I hope.
Josie: I've been looking for you.
Matt: You were something, I'll tell you.
Josie: I called your house and I called all your friends.
Matt: Well, let's face it. Entertaining people on the cutting edge is very stressful. They judge you by what you're wearing, what kind of cheese you serve. It's rough.
Matt: I was impressed though, Josie.
Josie: Just, please...
matt: You rose to it. You met the challenge head on. You showed everyone what you were really made of.
Josie: Matthew. Matthew...I'm sorry.
Matt: What's to be sorry about? You wanted to impress Lucas. You impressed Lucas.
Josie: Ok, I--I acted like a total self-absorbed...
Matt: I had some nerve walking in here with jeans on.
Matt: I guess I'm just used to people not giving a damn about what I wear. Judging me by who I am and how I treat them.
Josie: Look, I know--
Matt: Fools like that.
Josie: I know--I know you're angry and I--I don't blame you.
Matt: But I do understand, Josie.
Matt: You thought I wore jeans to your party because I didn't care. Well, you're right. I didn't care about your party. I care about you. I care about you and love you. So much that sometimes it scares the hell out of me. I don't want to watch you turn into someone I don't even like, Josie.
Matt: That's why I came back here tonight...to tell you I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me, Josie.
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