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Another World Transcript Thursday 1/26/06
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Singer: I can't lie I was attracted too somehow the feelings were so strong inside but I'm not free to be in love with you maybe... things will be different
Jake: Is that how you do it?
Donna: I'm eating. These things are delicious. They're a terrible mess, but they're delicious.
Jake: Donna, if you don't use your hands on these things you're going to be teething on that thing until next Christmas.
Donna: You know, this place is much better than the other one. I think we should order from here from now on.
Jake: I'll be damned. Well, you're comparing takeout foods like you're an expert. This is a breakthrough.
Donna: Jake, I'm not a snob.
Donna: Don't bother, don't bother. They're all from Michael--all three of them.
Jake: Michael called here three times?
Donna: Yup, and he can call 36 times for all I care, 'cause I'm not going to call him back.
Jake: Why not?
Donna: I don't have time to deal with Michael.
Jake: Oh, I see, too busy learning the finer side of Chinese to speak to your husband.
Donna: Ex-husband. Look at you, you're such a slob.
Jake: That's what I need you for, to keep me in line.
Donna: Somebody's got to take care of you.
Jake: Is that what you want to do, Donna, take care of me?
Donna: Your food's getting cold.
Jake: Let it.
I would've loved you
Vicky: He said he doesn't want to see you, Amanda.
Amanda: I know this has never stopped you before, Vicky, but this is none of your business.
Vicky: I'm here, I'm welcome, you're not. I think it makes it my business for the time being.
Amanda: This is between Evan and me--
Vicky: You screwed up royally, Amanda. Why don't you act like an adult and get on with your life?
Evan: Hey... this is between you two. Settle it amongst yourselves.
Vicky: Clear enough for you, or shall I draw you a little picture?
Amanda: You know, I'm really sick of you and your big mouth.
Vicky: Then get out, Amanda.
Amanda: Oh no, not until I've had my say.
Vicky: All right, you have no idea what you're in for. You just have no idea.
Ken: You can't hold everything together yourself.
Rachel: Is that what you think I'm doing?
Ken: Aren't you? Your daughter wants to be a publisher. Why don't you let her do her job?
Rachel: Would you just let me think? Just let me think for a minute.
Ken: Forget thinking. What are you feeling?
Rachel: I'm angry. I'm angry at you for pushing, I'm angry at Amanda for needing me so much, and I'm angry at Mac for dying. And I don't even know why I'm upset.
Ken: Don't you realize you're fighting for yourself?
Rachel: Everybody's counting on me. They've been counting on me since Mac died, and I'm just--I'm not as strong as he was.
Ken: Mac was not alone; he had you.
Rachel: It's as if everything I do takes away from Mac.
Ken: No, your kids learn by example, don't they? You get on with your life; you show them how they can get on with theirs.
Rachel: They need me, especially Amanda.
Ken: Of course they need you. But you cannot let their need control your life. Nobody wins.
Rachel: If they can't count on me, who can they count on?
Ken: I'm not saying they can't count on you.
Rachel: I'm afraid. Don't you see that? I'm afraid. I... I'm afraid. If I turn my back on this, I won't have Mac anymore. He won't be a part of me anymore. And I just can't face it. I can't face it--not yet. Oh God, I miss him. [Crying]
Rachel: I'm sorry. This was a mistake.
Rachel: Uh, no, I--I used to be a boss; I know the rules. The first rule is you never cry in front of your boss.
Ken: Well, maybe we should move on to rule number two and hope for the best.
Rachel: Shot my credibility.
Ken: Shot to hell, I'm afraid.
Rachel: Well, at least you're predictable.
Ken: Well, listen, you can still hold your head up in the boardroom. Your secret is safe with me.
Rachel: I'm all right.
Ken: Good. Very good. Because I've got a research project that I've been dying to get you started on for days.
Rachel: I do like my new life, you know. It's just that everything here at home keeps bringing me back.
Ken: Well, you don't have to run away from here. But you also don't have to immerse yourself in it either.
Rachel: Yeah, it's a difficult balance.
Ken: It's worth the effort, isn't it? You have a future of your own, Rachel.
Rachel: I feel disloyal even thinking about it.
Ken: No, no, no--it's not disloyal. It's what Mac would have wanted, and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can get on with things. Your kids will be ok. You'll still be there for them when they need you. But...you can only give what you got.
Rachel: I don't want to disappoint anyone.
Ken: Don't disappoint yourself. Hey... you deserve a lot better life than that. Come on, let's get out of here. This place is beginning to feel too corporate; my sweater's starching.
Stacey: Ok, so we're back to where we started. Do you have all that logged away? Paulina?
Paulina: It's like a castle.
Stacey: Yeah, it's a pretty big place, isn't it?
Paulina: Living in a place like this, you know, I just can't imagine what it's like. Waking up every morning and knowing that you have more than everybody else.
Stacey: Well, the Corys aren't like that.
Paulina: Oh, I'm sorry. Listen, I didn't mean--
Stacey: Rachel and Mac have taught their children to appreciate what they have. The Corys are really a hard-working, honest family. They have no affectations about their wealth.
Paulina: Mrs. Cory doesn't live here anymore?
Stacey: Not at the moment. Her husband died less than a year ago. And I think she is pretty much trying to manage on her own right now. They were very much in love. Listen to me going on. Why don't I tell you more about the job and less about their family history?
Paulina: Oh, well listen, it helps to know about the people I'll be living here with.
Stacey: Well, you've already met the two most important ones, Steven and Alli.
Paulina: They're beautiful children.
Stacey: And you may be asked to watch over Alli every now and then.
Paulina: Oh, I love taking care of little kids. I practically raised my youngest brother and sister. I come from a very big family.
Stacey: Great, then you'll fit in fine here. It's a big place, but there is plenty of love in here.
Paulina: That's great.
Stacey: Now there is something that I feel I should talk to you about. You're going to be helping out with the children of a very wealthy, well-known family, so you're going to encounter some pressures that you might not be used to.
Paulina: I see.
Stacey: And also about your skirt--uh, well, you know, we do have time to go and get you another outfit or...something like that.
Paulina: Oh, this doesn't quite cut it here, does it?
Stacey: Well, it's just that you perhaps might want to be dressed a little bit more conservatively. You know, I'd love to go shopping with you, if you want. My brother calls me the queen of conservative, so I could probably help you out in that.
Paulina: Stacey, uh... I'm flat broke. I was counting on this job to help me get back on my feet again, but I'm not going be able to go shopping for quite some time.
Stacey: It's all right; I understand. Don't worry about it. Here's your coat.
Paulina: Do you think Mrs. Cory isn't going to like me because of what I'm wearing?
Stacey: No, not at all. Please, forget what I said. I'm just being too picky. She's going to love you. You could put a lampshade on your head and you'd do fine. It's just that...you're so good with the kids, I really want you to get this job, Paulina.
Paulina: Thank you.
Stacey: Ok? Now why don't I show you the outbuildings?
Stacey: They've got a pool house, an art studio, stables.
Paulina: Listen, Ms. Hudson still hasn't met me; I guess she has the deciding vote. Tell me more about her.
Stacey: Vicky? Oh, there are no words for Vicky. I'm afraid you're going to have to find out for yourself.
Amanda: When are you going to drop this vendetta you have against--
Amanda: ...Me and my family. I swear you have had it in for all of us ever since you--
Vicky: Must we do this again?
Amanda: Yes, we must, because I am sick and tired of you maneuvering yourself into our lives.
Vicky: Believe me, Amanda, if I didn't work with you and if my son was not staying in your mother's house, I would make it a point to never see your face.
Amanda: Bull. You have always wanted the kind of life that I have.
Vicky: You know, I don't spend half as much time obsessing about you as you must about me, but I am not jealous of you.
Amanda: You're implying that I am jealous of you?
Vicky: You slept with Evan. You ditched him. I'm still his friend.
Amanda: Oh, yeah, you made sure that's exactly what Evan believes, don't you? That I just ditched him.
Vicky: Seems like a pretty accurate scenario to me.
Amanda: Well, it wasn't that simple. And if you weren't so greedy and vindictive and didn't enjoy every bad thing that happens to me so much, you would see that. I just wish Evan would see what kind of a friend you really are.
Vicky: Unlike you? You bleat on and on about your great love for Sam, but you still slept with Evan, didn't you? You tell him it's a mistake, but you don't let him get on with his life. What is with you?
Amanda: What is with me is my own business. And I'm warning you for the last time... stay out of my life.
Vicky: With pleasure.
Amanda: Oh, don't be so damn sure of yourself, Vicky. You may have bribed Iris for your job, but I know exactly how much work you do. And you had better watch your step.
Vicky: Is that a threat?
Amanda: Yes, that is a threat. And you had better be at your desk at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning and don't misplace so much as a paper clip.
Vicky: God, I--
Amanda: I'm still being nicer to you than you would be to me.
Vicky: I really don't like you, you know that?
Amanda: I may not be able to control what you choose to do, Vicky.
Vicky: You bet your life you can't.
Amanda: You will not poison my family's company. Your days at Cory are numbered, Vicky, dear. But that's all right. I'm sure you'll have no problem finding a job at some nicest, bestest--
Vicky: Shut up, Amanda. God, if I hear your voice another minute I'm going to have to jump off the terrace.
Amanda: Wouldn't you be doing all of us a favor?
Vicky: Ooh! [Groans and sighs]
Evan: Well, well, well. Sounds like you little girls had a nice little chat.
Vicky: Is that what you want? You want to spend the rest of your life pining over some selfish, stuck-up little brat.
Evan: I don't want your advice, Victoria.
Vicky: Did you hear her, Evan?
Evan: Don't you tell me...
Vicky: She is vindictive and obsessive!
Evan: ...How to live my life.
Vicky: Boy, I just thought--
Evan: Well, don't think! Ok? You take care of yourself. I can handle my own affairs.
So many heartaches I put you through
Jake: A beautiful, mysterious woman plays a big part in your future.
Donna: I didn't know you and Isabella Rossellini were seeing one another.
Jake: Hmm, let me read yours.
Donna: No, I'll read mine.
Jake: No, Donna--
Donna: I'll read mine. No, I want to do it.
Jake: It's much better if I read it for you.
Donna: All right, all right, come on.
Jake: A very handsome young man is going to sweep you off your feet.
Donna: [Laughs] You shouldn't lie when you have food in your mouth. If you choke, you'll go straight to hell.
Jake: I'm sorry, I didn't study my "Miss Manners" today.
Donna: Look at you, you're a slob. You've got soy sauce all over your shirt. You've got rice all over your pants.
Jake: Well, I should probably take them off--
Donna: No, stop that, stop that. You're making me lose my appetite.
Jake: No, you haven't.
Donna: Yeah. Jake, stop it! Jake! [Giggling] Jake.
Jake: You know you don't want me to stop.
Donna: You smell like the inside of a wok.
Jake: Hard to get is a turn on for just so long.
Donna: Oh, is that what you think I am trying to do?
Jake: What, turn me on?
Jake: I know you are.
Donna: Well, you're wrong. You're absolutely wrong. Bad manners have always turned me off.
Jake: And good manners is just a roadblock for the way you feel. This is just a front for public, Donna. I know in the dark when you're all alone--
Donna: Who says we are talking about sex?
Jake: I do.
Donna: Well, you're wrong. I'm talking about manners, etiquette. [Whispers] Etiquette.
Jake: Why don't you face the facts, Donna? You want me.
Donna: Don't be silly; you're not even my type.
Jake: The other night you sure seemed to--
Donna: Jake, Jake. I just came up with an idea that's going to make us millionaires.
Jake: What the hell does etiquette have--
Donna: Jake, Jake, you and I are going to produce and market a series of videos on etiquette.
Jake: Oh, well, I'll put that on the video yule log as money-making idea for the nineties.
Donna: No, no, stop! Don't be sarcastic. I've just shared a multimillion dollar idea with you. You should consider yourself...
Jake: You know what I consider myself?
Jake: Crazy. I am crazy to be in business with you. I am crazy to be interested in you. I am crazy to think that there can be peace with any woman in your family. I am considering myself crazy. Jeez.
Vicky: I am sorry I yelled. It's--it's just that--
Evan: Look, she's having a hard time. So why don't you just give her a break?
Vicky: You can say that after what she's--
Evan: Yes, because I understand her. And she's harder on herself than anyone else.
Vicky: You feel sorry for her?
Evan: No, you see, I know what it feels like not to know what to do.
Vicky: Oh, I'll give you that. She is one of the most confused women I have ever seen in my life. But that should make you want to get her out of your life, Evan. You don't need the heartache. I don't know why she came over here.
Evan: May be she needed me.
Vicky: For what?
Evan: I don't know. Maybe the same way you needed me when you ran off with Steven.
Vicky: I changed my entire attitude when I left that place. I changed my life. I gave up things. She's not willing to do that. She just wants to keep clinging on to you.
Evan: Not if I don't cooperate, which I'm not about to do.
Vicky: Good. Let's keep it that way. Get your coat.
Evan: Victoria, I do not feel like going out and getting something to eat.
Vicky: We're not getting food, we're getting work. That's what we need. I am beginning to realize that. We will get strong through our work.
Evan: All right, if you tell me to win one for the Gipper, I'm going to send you--
Vicky: Win one for the Gipper.
Evan: I'm gonna send you right to the moon.
Vicky: Young man. I am going to take you on a tour of your professional future.
Paulina: I can't get over that.
Stacey: Yeah, it's one hell of a game room, isn't it?
Paulina: A billiard room, basketball hoop, what else? Video games.
Stacey: Yeah, wait till you see Jamie in there; he turns into a 12-year-old.
Paulina: Dr. Frame has time to play games?
Stacey: Not enough time. But now that you're here, maybe he will. He loves to play darts. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he teaches you how to play darts. He's always looking for a new pigeon.
Paulina: Oh well, it might not be that easy. My brothers made sure that I play darts just as well as they do.
Stacey: [Laughs] Good for you. I think that's Mrs. Cory. Hi.
Rachel: Hi, Stacey.
Stacey: Rachel Cory, I'd like you to meet Paulina Cantrell.
Paulina: It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Cory.
Rachel: Nice to meet you.
Stacey: Well, I'm gonna let you guys get to know each other. I've got to run some errands. I'll be back in a little while.
Rachel: It was very nice of you to do this for us.
Stacey: It was my pleasure. Bye-bye.
Rachel: Well, let me take your coat. May I get you something?
Paulina: Oh, no, thank you.
Rachel: Well, why don't we sit down on the sofa there? You look very young, Paulina. Have you had much experience taking care of little children?
Rachel: Would you excuse me?
Paulina: Oh, sure.
Amanda: Mom, I really don't want to talk to you right now.
Rachel: All right, I think you need to talk to somebody.
Amanda: Yes, I do. So I'm going up to get my daughter; we're going to the park. I've learned a lot in the past couple of weeks about what a mother should be.
Rachel: If you're that angry with me, I think maybe we ought to--
Amanda: You go ahead, do your own thing. I'm going to get my daughter. She needs me. I'm not going to let here down.
Rachel: [Sighs] This is the first time
Jake: Well, what do you know? It's the fun couple.
Vicky: I have a great new plan. Hi.
Evan: I've no idea what she's talking about. Do not get me--
Donna: Evan, hi. Listen, you have got a good mind for business. I want to run an idea past you.
Jake: You tell him what you've been telling me, the only place Evan's going to run is out the door.
Donna: What would you say to a series of videos, let's say a 10-part edition, on the essentials of etiquette in everyday life?
Jake: Yeah, you know--which fork to use, which side of the bed to sleep on.
Evan: I think it could work.
Vicky and Jake: What?
Evan: Yeah, Cory published a book last year on etiquette and it did far better than we had projected.
Donna: You see?
Evan: Have you worked on a budget?
Jake: Oh, you see, there is no money; there's no money for a budget, no dinero.
Donna: No, no, no--that's no problem. We can get past that.
Jake: How, on our good looks? Donna, we are not independent producers. We are a tiny production facility that operates on cash up-front and commission.
Evan: Sometimes a bank will agree to share the start up cost if they think the product is marketable.
Jake: What bank? Ignorant savings and loans?
Donna: That's exactly my thought. Now what about backers? You know, the way they do it in the theater. They call them, uh... angels.
Evan: No, no, you'd have to incorporate.
Donna: We could--we could, we could do that.
Donna: You see, I think that this would appeal to people in my social--in our social class. Don't you agree with that?
Evan: Yes, I do. And as far as I've known, there hasn't been a video done on etiquette.
Jake: What about distribution? You're just going to pop them right out of this studio, Evan?
Evan: No, you contract that out. Just make sure that in your proposal you have your advertising, your promotion, before you put it to the bank.
Donna: That's exactly what I was thinking.
Jake: All right, time out! I want to talk to everybody for just one minute, all right?
Donna: If we get--
Jake: Quiet, Donna. First of all, I cannot believe that we are talking with excitement about a video on etiquette. Give me a break.
Donna: I'll give you a break.
Jake: Secondly, there is no cash start up money, there is no loan, and we have no angels. So before we start buying Caribbean Islands with all the money we're gonna make, let's talk turkey, ok? Good. Creative financing is not going to save this project. We are partners, Donna, in case you've forgotten. We do the very best we can. We are, for the time being and the foreseeable future, in a very small market. Yes, Vicky.
Vicky: Thank you. If Evan was the consultant to your company, then he could make this project--
Vicky: ...Work for you, Jake. He is the best.
Donna: Yes, I think that's a great idea. Evan, what do you think?
Derek: I want you to keep an eye on him, Monty. I got to go. Hi.
Stacey: Uh-oh, did I catch you talking to your other girlfriend?
Derek: She thinks I've been neglecting her.
Stacey: Why is that?
Derek: Well, she says I've been spending too much time with you.
Stacey: Well, when you hear what I have to say, you might want to find yourself another girlfriend.
Derek: You took Lucas on as a client, didn't you?
Derek: I knew you would.
Stacey: Are you angry with me?
Stacey: You know, when I talked to Lucas before you practically stuffed me in a closet. Now you're not angry.
Derek: You can take care of yourself, and I can't tell you what to do.
Stacey: Well, thanks. Thanks for trusting me that much.
Derek: The way I figure it, the guy's been in town for a while now. Fanny defends his honor up and down. And well, if he hasn't hurt Fanny yet, I guess he won't hurt you either.
Stacey: That's right.
Derek: I just want you to do one thing for me.
Stacey: Sure, if I can.
Derek: If that guy so much as looks at you cross-eyed, I want you to call on me, nobody else.
Stacey: Yes, I will.
Derek: I'm serious. Stacey, I'm not kidding.
Stacey: Oh, my hero.
Rachel: So, you come from a large family?
Paulina: Oh, yeah-three brothers, two sisters. I practically raised the two youngest myself.
Rachel: Why was that?
Paulina: Oh, well, my Mom and Dad had their hands full, and I was glad to help out. They were really great parents. I miss them a lot.
Rachel: You've been on your own a while?
Paulina: A while, I guess.
Rachel: College? It's all right. It's not a pre-requisite for this job. You don't need an advanced degree to be a mother either. Although, I'm beginning to think maybe it would be a good idea.
Paulina: I guess that was your daughter, the one who was--
Rachel: Upset, yes. We're going through a rough time now.
Paulina: Stacey told me that you lost your husband recently. I'm very sorry.
Rachel: When you start to work for us, you will be working for a family. There are bound to be disagreements, moods. You just have to learn to be discreet.
Paulina: My Mom always told me, "families that can fight hard can love each other harder."
Rachel: That's nice. I like that.
Paulina: Can I ask you a question?
Paulina: Just now, you said when I work here.
Rachel: Yes, you've got the job, if you want it. You still have to have your interview with Steven's mother.
Paulina: Vicky Hudson.
Rachel: Do you understand the custody arrangement?
Paulina: Yes, Stacey explained. I understand.
Rachel: Well, you just talk to Vicky the way you've been talking to me and you'll be fine.
Paulina: I don't know how to thank you.
Rachel: Take good care of my grandchild.
Paulina: I will.
Rachel: Steven wakes up in the morning around 8:00. His schedule is rather fixed. Vicky will go over all of that with you. And when Jamie is here, he likes to have Steven join us for the family dinner. It's easier for us if you join us, too.
Paulina: That would be wonderful. Except...
Paulina: [Exhales] Mrs. Cory, this is about as dressy as I go right now, and I don't have any money to shop.
Rachel: It's all right. You have your interview with Ms. Hudson. If she wants you to proceed with us, then you come back to me and I'll give you an advance. But don't worry about it. This might look like a big fancy house, but it's our home.
Paulina: All right.
Rachel: Good. Now, I think that Steven could use a little company. Why don't you go up and spend some time with him before Stacey gets home?
Paulina: Oh, I would love to. I hope I can find the way.
Rachel: It's third door down on the left, and I'll be up and see how you're doing in a minute.
Rachel: Hilda, I've got this.
Rachel: I'm afraid I can't go back with you. You're gonna have to go on by yourself.
Rachel: Amanda, she's furious with me. I'm going to have to stay here for a few days.
Ken: Great, now Amanda sees that she can be a little brat and get exactly what she wants.
Rachel: I'm not going to abandon her, |Ken.
Ken: No, but she can just manipulate you.
Rachel: She's not doing that.
Ken: She knows you're vulnerable about leaving home, about leaving your job. She's feeling a little scared, so she dumps it all on you.
Rachel: So, when did you hang out your shingle, doctor?
Ken: She's a spoiled brat.
Rachel: I heard you the first time. You don't know anything about my daughter.
Ken: I know enough about her to see what she's doing to you. Why can't you just let go of all this responsibility?
Rachel: Who do you think you are, Ken? And why is it that you are so interested in how I run my life?
Ken: Me? I'm your friend.
Rachel: Some friend.
Ken: Whose shoulder did you cry on this afternoon?
Rachel: Clearly a big mistake.
Ken: Ah--come on, super Mom. Rachel, let it go. Let your children figure some things out for themselves.
Rachel: They are still grieving about their father, Ken.
Ken: And you're using their problems to forget your own grief.
Rachel: You know what? I've had it with you today.
Ken: I'm right. You just don't want to face it.
Rachel: Look, you're no authority on how to raise children.
Ken: No, I'm not. But these aren't children; these are adults with children of their own. If they're still clinging to you, you didn't do a very good job of preparing them for adulthood.
Rachel: Ok that's enough.
Ken: I'm going back to the Odyssey. You coming?
Rachel: No, I'm not.
Rachel: Why are you so angry with me?
Ken: Because I can't believe how a woman as bright and beautiful as you are can have her head so deeply buried in the sand. Stop indulging Amanda and you'll both be a lot happier. Well, you might as well try it, because whatever you're doing now isn't working very well, is it?
Rachel: Amanda? Amanda, I would like to speak to you for a few minutes. Where is she?
Hilda: She took Alli to the park.
Rachel: I didn't see them go out.
Hilda: Well, they went out the back. I don't know why.
Rachel: I do. [Sighs]
Amanda: There you go, let's sit down right here.
Alli: [Baby talk]
Amanda: Yes, it's perfect. We haven't done this in so long, have we?
Alli: [Baby talk]
Amanda: Here, look what I got for you.
Alli: [Baby talk]
Amanda: Yes, cookies.
Alli: My cookie.
Amanda: I hope you understand why I have to work all the time.
Amanda: Sometimes mommies just like to be two things. You really wouldn't have a very happy mommy if I was around all--all the time.
Alli: [Baby talk]
Amanda: Maybe that's why my Mom is off doing her own thing.
Alli: My pants.
Amanda: Yes, it is. I just wish she would realize that I am still her daughter, even though I'm married and I have you. I'd still like to be somebody's baby sometimes. What do you think, Alli? Am I asking too much of her? I don't mean to. You know, I get the feeling that I can't do anything right anymore. I'm not a good daughter, not a good mother... not a good wife. And Evan. Maybe if--let me tell you, grownups are not perfect. No, we're not. We make big mistakes. You know what the funny thing is? In a couple of years you are going to be going to school. You know what the first thing that you're going to want is? To be big. It's not what it's cracked up to be.
Alli: Cookie. Cookies.
Amanda: Definitely not.
Amanda: I shouldn't be shoving all this on you. That really isn't fair.
Alli: The cookie. There cookie.
Amanda: Yeah. Being grown up isn't all that bad. I get to hang out with little tykes like you. That kind of keeps me going. I really miss my daddy. Do you remember how much grandpa loved you?
Alli: Grandpa love me.
Amanda: Yes, he did love you. I'm not gonna make you sad. I'm definitely not. You know what you're gonna do? Let's get you up here. You know what we're gonna do? We are going to get some chocolate ice cream. I'm going to show you how much better it is to eat ice cream all day long, than to go on worrying about men. How does that sound, hmm? Scratch that. There's no comparison.
Vicky: Evan, you're wonderful. Mother, don't you think he can make this whole project work?
Donna: Yes, I certainly do.
Jake: Excuse me. Does, uh--does my opinion count for anything in this discussion about my business?
Donna: Our business.
Jake: I'm sure Evan here doesn't come cheap. So even if we could work something out, there is no way we could afford to pay you what you were making at uh...
Vicky: Cory Publishing.
Jake: ...Cory Publishing.
Evan: Now, Jake, that's not a problem. As long as I work as a consultant on this project only, then I could probably take a certain income based upon gross sales of the video.
Vicky: Sounds fair to me.
Donna: Yes, me too.
Jake: What percentage and how come on the gross and not the net?
Evan: Jake, let's not even talk about that. I haven't even agreed to do this yet.
Donna: Will you think about it?
Evan: Yes, I'll think about it.
Vicky: Oh, I knew you would hit it all off perfectly. This is wonderful.
Evan: And I think it's a great idea. I mean, this market hasn't even been tested yet.
Donna: Thank you, thank you. All right, I'll call you in the morning.
Evan: Fine and thank you very much for the offer.
Jake: Yeah, Vicky, thank you very much for the offer.
Vicky: I told you I was wonderful at this career thing. I must admit, I thought your idea was a little dumb at first, but you proved me wrong.
Donna: Thank you.
Vicky: I am so proud of you.
Donna: Thank you
Vicky: Woo, see you later.
Donna and Vicky: [Making kissing noises]
Vicky: See ya.
Donna: Ok, bye.
Vicky: Uh, bye, Jake.
Jake: Goodbye, Vicky.
Vicky: Thank you.
Donna: All right, now at least you can admit that my idea has some merit. And with the right help this thing can fly.
Jake: You sandbag me in public like that again and I'll fly you right out the window.
Donna: You are being stubborn.
Jake: Oh yeah--this idea I'm sure is going to be the next hula hoop. Who knows, maybe even a pet rock.
Donna: Well you never know. Now, how close do you think Victoria and Evan are?
Jake: She's out scrounging out work for him. She takes him to every--every formal affair. I... think... that reminds me a lot of us. Can I interest you in some cold lo mein? We can use our fingers.
Donna: I'm going to make you the "before" version in the first video.
Jake: And if you tell me you're gonna make Evan Bates the "after" version, I'm going to throw you in the shower again.
Donna: I think he's a very interesting young man.
Jake: Will you stop it? You're starting to sound like a mother.
Donna: I am--
Jake: Don't remind me.
Donna: I think they would make a nice couple.
Jake: I can think of a more interesting couple.
Donna: Volume two would be how to set a proper table with your eyes closed.
Jake: You are absolutely impossible. Do you know that?
Paulina: I have had a yen for a rare bacon cheese burger all day. Am I going to be able to get one here?
Derek: Well, this place isn't known for its food.
Paulina: That's a drag.
Derek: But Jackson junction, two blocks down, has got the best burgers in Bay City.
Paulina: Thanks for the tip.
Derek: Well, wait a minute. That's it?
Paulina: I told you I want a burger.
Derek: Well, if that's what you put on to go out and eat a burger, I'd love to see how you dress for a lobster.
Paulina: I hate shellfish. Bye.
Derek: There's no cover. You can all go right on in.
Ken: I'm Ken Jordan. We sort of met over at Tops but we didn't get formally introduced.
Derek: Yeah, Fanny's birthday party, you were with Rachael Cory.
Ken: That's right.
Derek: Derek Dane.
Ken: Good to meet you.
Ken: I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute.
Derek: About what?
Derek: Um, I know you were falsely accused of stealing the red swan.
Derek: Look, if you're a reporter, I got nothing to say--
Ken: No, no, no--I'm not a reporter. I'm an art and antique dealer.
Derek: I don't know anything about the damn statue. They found it; they dropped the charges against me. And that's the end of it. So, if you don't mind--
Ken: Mr. Dane, I'm really interested in this swan, and you could--you could really help me.
Derek: Buddy, I told you once--
Ken: I sold it to Mac Cory.
Derek: Ok. What do you want?
Ken: Did you ever examine the statue closely?
Derek: No, not really.
Ken: So, you didn't see a hidden drawer in the base.
Derek: Mitch might have, though.
Ken: Mitch Blake?
Derek: Yeah, you know him?
Ken: We've met.
Derek: Well, he found it. And he held on to it a while, before he gave it back to Rachel. And he might've found out about this little hidden drawer you're talking about.
Ken: That's very interesting. Thanks very much, Derek.
Ken: See you.
Vicky: [Laughs] You did this entire proposal in two hours.
Evan: Yep, they call me "the wiz kid."
Vicky: Oh, you smiled. You're smiling?
Evan: I am not smiling.
Vicky: You are smiling! It is so great to see you have dimples again.
Evan: [Laughs] It's just nice to work on something small, not like the big pressure of--
Vicky: Yeah, get your mind off Amanda.
Evan: Yeah, I want to thank you for sticking by me.
Vicky: Well, you're lucky I didn't tell you to go to hell.
Evan: Yes, I guess I'm kind of lucky.
Vicky: Yes, you are. Oh, this is a beautiful thing. It's going to make us all very rich and wealthy. [Makes kissing sound]
Evan: Listen, I want to thank you for being my friend, and I won't ever forget it.
Vicky: Ah, well, I won't forget it either.
Vicky: Thank you.
Amanda: Can I have one of these glasses of milk?
Rachel: That's who it's for. It's nice and yucky and room temperature--just the way you like it.
Amanda: You know, we haven't done this since I was 15 and I had the mumps.
Rachel: I know.
Amanda: I'm sorry, Mom.
Rachel: I'm sorry too.
Stacey: I'm here to rescue you from this palace of sin.
Derek: And where are you taking me?
Stacey: A.K.A. den of iniquity. Courtney's got the 12:00 to 8:00 shift.
Derek: Well, I can't leave here for another half an hour. So, why don't I just meet you there?
Stacey: Mm-hmm. I'll draw the bath.
Derek: Ooo, and you call this a palace of sin. Mmm.
Stacey: Don't be long. The clock is ticking.
Paulina: Play B-14.
Derek: Well, hey, how was your burger?
Derek: Ah, good. But what's B-14?
Paulina: Listen. Great song.
Derek: It always was.
Paulina: I owe you a quarter.
Derek: Oh, no--no charge if I like the song, too.
Paulina: What a guy.
Derek: You must have been in pigtails when this song came out.
Nobody else is like...
Paulina: Not quite.
Amanda: Great, I must've really made some impression on her.
Rachel: She seemed to take it in stride. I think Paulina will fit in nicely here.
Amanda: I was really out of line, Mom. I'm so sorry.
Rachel: You felt overwhelmed.
Amanda: But I was so hard on you... about Ken and everything.
Rachel: Yeah, he's something, all right.
Rachel: Don't beat up on yourself, ok? It's over. Have another cookie.
Amanda: Mom, if I keep eating like this, I won't even fit into my dress for tomorrow.
Rachel: Worry about it tomorrow.
Amanda: It's really hard to face up to what kind of a jerk I've been. I let you down... let everybody down.
Rachel: Oh well, let's not go overboard.
Amanda: Oh, Mom, you don't know everything.
Rachel: Is there something you want to talk to me about?
Amanda: No. No, you can't take back what you've already done. Can you?
Vicky: I am so happy for you.
Evan: Vicky, would you stay out of my kitchen? Every time I go--
Vicky: You have got a brand new life in front of you. No more Corys, no more Cory Publishing, no more Cory heirs. It is so wonderful.
Evan: Wait a sec. If you hate the Corys so much--
Evan: ...Why don't you quit that compound and come with me? We'll dream up a whole bunch of schemes. We'll make piles of dough.
Vicky: Darling, I already have piles of dough. That's not what I'm after. I've got bigger fish to skin.
Evan: No, fry.
Evan: Fish to fry.
Vicky: Uh, whatever.
Evan: What fish might that be?
Vicky: Ok. You swear your most definite swear not to tell another living soul?
Evan: I swear.
Vicky: Ok. 'Cause I was gonna tell you anyway, because I figured some day I might just need your help.
Evan: Uh oh, no, no, no, no.
Vicky: No, you're gonna like this one.
Vicky: By this time next year, Amanda, Iris, and Rachel, for that matter, may just be unemployed.
Evan: Is that so?
Vicky: Yes, my dear, that is so.
Evan: And what exactly do you mean by that?
Vicky: I am going to own Cory Publishing. And all of the Cory women will have to answer to me. Darling, you can take that to the bank, my friend. Whooo! Ha ha!
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