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Another World Transcript Friday 2/27/06
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Photographer: You know, let's try that milk can over there. Bring that milk can. Maybe she could sit down on that.
Woman: What do you think of the color?
Matt: Whoa. Thank you. Excuse me. Excuse me. Has anyone seen Josie Watts here?
Josie: Matthew, hi. Uh, would you mind if I talk to Matthew for a minute? Thanks.
Matthew: Wow. You... wow.
Lucas: ...Time is money. Josie, you look gorgeous.
Man: Ok, sit down, sweetheart. Let's go. We really haven't got much time. You look just fine.
Lucas: Come on, let's do it. Let's do it.
Man: Would you like to sit down or stand or ... how do you feel? Ok, let's try it.
Donna: Good morning. Now, I know it's after 11:00, so don't give me any smart remarks. If you'll remember, we worked very late yesterday. And I actually had a wonderful night's sleep, which is surprising since you were screaming at me so much. But you know, I'm sorry, but the more I' thought about it, the more I've realized that I was right.
Donna: Fine, you can sulk all day if you want to. I don't care; do anything you want. Now listen, I've decided who I think the spokesperson should be for our etiquette videos. Pipa Palmer. I can't believe you haven't heard of her. She's an old friend and she's the social arbiter of everything in this part of the state, including Chicago. Jake, for heaven's sakes we have a lot to do, now stop being such a--
Michael: You know, I'm afraid the work is just going to have to wait.
Man: I am so terribly sorry about your car breaking down.
Frankie: Oh, so am I. I knew it would happen, but I'm sorry.
Cass: Please don't start, ok? Let's just get some sleep. Ok?
Man: Yes, I imagine having to hitchhike such a long distance, it must have been exhausting.
Frankie: Oh, not to mention annoying.
Cass: Yeah, almost as annoying as having the truck that gave us a lift drive off with all of our luggage.
Frankie: That was not my fault.
Cass: Oh, yes it was.
Frankie: There is a power greater than both of us...
Cass: Oh, Frankie.
Frankie: Forget it.
Cass: I'd love to.
Man: Well, I'm sure you'll find Las Vegas to be very rejuvenating
Cass: Yeah, right.
Man: Yeah, it seems to lift everyone's spirits--the excitement, the glitter, the... romance, the music and dancing, and gambling.
Cass: Right now I'm more interested in bed.
Man: All righty.
[Chuckling] Right here. You know, I think perhaps your luck is changing already. I mean, after all we do have this one room left.
Frankie: Wonder why our reservations got screwed up?
Cass: Would you not go into it again, please?
Frankie: Ahhh, no, no, no, no. No way, Winthrop.
Frankie: We share this dog kennel, and we are doomed.
Cass: Ok, let's take it easy. Let's not get all bent out...
Frankie: Winthrop, you are blocking the door.
Cass: A room is a room, right? Would you cool down for just a second please?
Man: How's it going in there? Everything, uh, satisfactory?
Cass: Well, you think small, but then so's the tip I'm going to give--just, just kidding.
Frankie: May I?
Cass: Now, you know, beggars can't be choosers, right?
Man: My sentiments exactly.
Frankie: Winthrop, you are blocking the door.
Cass: Thank you so much.
Man: Thank you, sir.
Cass: Yeah. Bye.
Frankie: Ow! Don't do that! That hurts me. I am not staying here!
Cass: We are both staying here, so get used to it.
Frankie: In these close quarters? Do you know what would happen?
Cass: Nothing. I'm too tired.
Frankie: Oh, why couldn't you just leave well enough alone?
Cass: I am beginning to wish I had.
Frankie: You kidnapped me. I was away, I was in a convent, and then you--then you sneaked in, you dressed up as a woman and you sneaked in and you...
Cass: I passed for a nun. Without an ounce of makeup, I might add.
Frankie: And then you dragged me away in a limousine that breaks down, and then we had to hitchhike I don't even want to know how many miles to this--to this gigantic lifeboat...
Frankie: What did you do that for?
Cass: You were hysterical.
Frankie: Do you always kiss people who are hysterical?
Cass: The only other thing I know to do is to slap them across the face, and you don't want me to do that, do you?
Frankie: Oh, no, no. Ooh, Winthrop!
Cass: Would you stop yelling at me? My nerves are on edge too, you know.
Frankie: Then why don't we just leave?
Cass: We will. As soon as we prove to you that you are not cursed.
Frankie: I'm not, you are. Grandma Almo put the hex on you.
Cass: Oh, please.
Frankie: Anybody I care about, anybody I get too close to-- Cass--
Cass: How many times are we going to go over this?
Frankie: Until you get it through that thick skull of yours.
Cass: Look, once I've turned the 25 bucks that we have left between us into 25,000, then we will see who's cursed and who ain't, ok?
Frankie: Oh, you are just determined to get yourself hurt or killed, and it is going to happen, believe me, that'll--
Cass: Think about the future.
Frankie: What future?
Cass: By suppertime, after I've parlayed our meager bankroll into 25,000 big ones, maybe then you'll realize that Grandma Almo's evil eye is zippo. Now, let's just get some sleep, please.
Frankie: [Gasps] What are you doing in this bed? With me?
Cass: I am shocked. I really am, Frankie, not to mention hurt.
Frankie: Answer me.
Cass: I am in this bed to sleep.
Frankie: That's what they all say.
Cass: Look, I'm a terrific gambler-- relax, will you? ...When I'm rested. On the other hand, if I go down to those tables without any sleep at all, we don't have to worry about granny's evil eye. I'll lose that money all by myself.
Frankie: We should just leave while we have the chance, you know? Just get back to Bay City and forget that we even know each other.
Cass: Will you stop talking? I've had 3 hours sleep in the last 40. I need my rest.
Frankie: I think maybe I'm going to go take a nice cold shower.
Cass: Knock yourself out. Oh, she's so weird. But don't wake me up when you climb back over me, all right?
Donna: What are you doing here?
Michael: Actually, I came in here to see you.
Donna: How did you get in here?
Michael: That's not important.
Donna: You picked the lock, didn't you? Another one of your spy tactics. I resent paying taxes to the Federal Government so they can train spies to pick locks.
Michael: Will you just calm down? Maybe have a cup of coffee.
Donna: No, I won't calm down. I don't want any coffee. I want you to leave. Go pick the lock on the door--
Michael: We need to talk, Donna, we need to talk.
Donna: Jake's going to walk through the door any second. I don't want any more scenes.
Michael: Tell you, I don't think Jake is going to walk through that door in a couple of seconds.
Donna: How do you know?
Michael: I--call it intuition, all right? It's just, what's important right now is that you and I have a few moments together.
Donna: I've asked you to leave.
Michael: Donna, please? What's it going to take?
Donna: To make you leave?
Michael: No, to make you understand. I love you.
Donna: I don't want to talk to you about this any more, Michael.
Michael: Donna... I have loved you from the moment I first saw you. You remember in the stables? You remember--I mean, I remember every moment, I remember what you were wearing, the perfume-- the perfume you were wearing that day--
Donna: ...Save this very touching speech. Save it and include it in the divorce papers and spare me.
Michael: Uh-uh. No, this is going to stop.
Donna: It is going to stop as soon as the papers come through.
Michael: I can't do that, Donna.
Donna: You don't have any choice.
Michael: I'm sorry, all right? I hurt you. But I love you. I really love you.
Donna: You should have thought of that before you decided that my feelings didn't matter anymore.
Michael: I never decided your feelings didn't matter. I didn't have a choice.
Donna: There's always a choice. You made the wrong one.
Michael: Come on. We had some really terrific times together.
Donna: Not in a long time.
Michael: Aw, honey, we've shared so much. Come on, we had fun, a lot of romance. I miss you. I miss making love to you.
Donna: I miss hearing you shout that you don't love me in front of everybody that we know.
Michael: I can't keep apologizing for that.
Donna: There is nothing you can do, Michael.
Michael: Yes, there is. I can tell you that I love you.
Donna: Michael, please, please, leave, leave!
Michael: Donna, would you just give me a chance?
Michael: The good times that we have had together far outweigh the bad times. And we belong together. And you know that.
Josie: Could you just give me one second? All right? Thanks. Hi.
Matt: You look terrific.
Matt: Yes, really.
Josie: Thank you. They're sort of going for a study in contrasts.
Matt: I'm afraid to even touch the material. One of those wardrobe ladies would come racing over here and hit me with an iron.
Josie: Well, Jordis can be kind of, picky sometimes.
Matt: I guess a kiss is out of the question.
Josie: Sorry. I didn't even know you were going to drop by today.
Matt: Couldn't stay away.
Josie: You like my dress?
Matt: I wish it was a wedding dress.
Josie: Oh, I do, too.
Matt: Hey, I went by the jewelry store this morning, picked out a couple of rings I'd like to show you.
Matt: Yes, I did. And I figured since you are going to be wearing it for what, the rest of your life, you should help pick it out, right?
Matt: So I figured we could go back.
Sharlene: Wait till you see this dress. You wont believe how great she looks.
John: Oh, you're right, she's gorgeous. What--what's the matter?
Sharlene: What's he doing here?
John: He's the boss.
Sharlene: He's the boss. He doesn't do anything, and he's being investigated for all sorts of things, and now he's still trying to control Josie's life?
Lucas: Come on, Josie, we're running late.
Matt: Oh, I guess I better hit the shadows. Oh, there's your Mom and John.
Josie: Ah, Lucas, I'll be right there.
Matt: I'll go stand with them. Maybe John can give me some advice on tuxedos.
Josie: No--wait, Matthew. Don't say anything about the wedding to them or to Lucas.
Matt: What? Why? You haven't told them? Josie, what's the matter? You haven't changed your mind, have you?
Matt: That's it, isn't it? You don't want to go through with it.
Sharlene: Josie, hi, you look beautiful.
John: You sure do.
John: Hi, Matt.
John: I don't think I've ever seen a barn this clean, have you?
Matt: No, it's kind of unreal.
Sharlene: I wanted a chance to talk to you before you got so busy, you probably wouldn't be able to.
Josie: Well, I'm never too busy for you. I'm just kind of surprised to see you.
Sharlene: I wanted you to know that I'm quite impressed.
Sharlene: Mm-hmm. And you look wonderful. I don't think I made that clear the last time we ...
Josie: We never seem to say the right things to each other, do we?
Sharlene: Well, I think we're going to have to change that.
Josie: I'd like that.
Sharlene: You've come a long way, Jose. And you're keeping it all in perspective; that's what's so great.
Josie: What do you--what do you mean?
Sharlene: Oh, honey, you're concentrating on your career, and you work hard. And this is the time to do that. Because later on, maybe it won't be so easy.
Lucas: Josie, we really need you over here.
Josie: All right.
Sharlene: Ok, look, I'll let you go.
Sharlene: Good luck.
Matt: You could have at least told me how you felt.
Josie: Matthew, Matthew, please. You never give me a chance to answer you. I'm not backing out. I love you. And I want to marry you.
Matt: You do?
Josie: Of course, I do.
Matt: Well, then why do you want to keep it a secret?
Josie: Because it's just -- it's just not a good time to tell Lucas or my family.
Matt: Oh, Lucas first, huh?
Matt: Well, I can see being a little nervous about telling your folks, but Lucas?
Josie: Oh, Matthew, please.
Matt: Why do you care what that guy thinks, Josie?
Josie: Yes, Lucas?
Lucas: I got 15 people over here costing me a bundle.
Lucas: Come on. Matt, why don't you stand over there? You'll get a great view.
Matt: Great, thank you.
[Pop music playing]
Lucas: All right, give me that look now. Ok, that-- you're young. You're innocent. Beautiful. That's it.
Photographer: Ok, ok. Yeah, we got it.
John: It's amazing.
John: She seems to have it all.
Sharlene: Yeah, she certainly has a lot of responsibility.
John: He's spending a bundle to show her off.
Matt: Oh, well. She can handle it.
Sharlene: Yeah, I think you're right.
Matt: I like seeing her so confident.
Sharlene: I'm glad you are here, you know that? Keeps her level-headed. Look at all this attention she gets.
Matt: Oh, don't worry. I'll take care of her.
John: Listen, I gotta go.
Sharlene: Oh, really? So soon?
John: Yeah, I really do. Take care, Matthew.
Matt: Yeah. Bye-bye.
Sharlene: I'll see you later, Matt.
Sharlene: Bye, darling. Bye.
Photographer: That's it. Little smile. [Laughs] That's it. She's got it. Ok. Now, just a little innocence. Innocence.
Oh oh oh
She's my cover girl
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
She's my cover girl
John: I doubt that I'll even get a supper break.
Sharlene: Oh, that's terrible. You want me to bring you some?
John: No, no, that's all right.
Sharlene: Are you sure?
John: Sure, I'll manage.
John: Huh? What?
Sharlene: About the other night when I lost my wedding ring.
John: Oh, come on, let's forget it.
Sharlene: No. I know it hurt you.
John: Don't worry about it.
Sharlene: I--no--I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want you to be upset. That's--that's why I made an appointment to see a therapist and I didn't tell you.
John: Come on, Sharlene, we hashed this all out last night.
Sharlene: I know, yeah. I know that.
John: Are you afraid that I am still angry at you?
Sharlene: No. No, it's just--
John: I told you that I forgave you. We're both under a lot of stress. I'm never here, and I know that you're worried about Josie.
Sharlene: I'm trying not to be, I'm trying not to be. My baby's grown up.
John: You know what I've been thinking?
John: Maybe, uh... we need another baby to worry about.
John: You heard me.
Sharlene: Do you mean that?
John: It's just a thought. There's something else that I want you to think about, too.
John: I love you.
Sharlene: I love you, too.
John: Nothing is going to hurt us. Nothing. O away.
Donna: Was that why you did everything you could to kill it?
Michael: Would you listen to me please?
Donna: I don't want to listen anymore, Michael. I've had a lifetime of lies.
Michael: Look, I'm sorry, all right? I should have trusted you, I should have told you the--
Donna: It's too late for trust. Everything blew up into your face and you've come crawling back to me. Well, you can just go crawl out the door because I don't want you in my life anymore.
Michael: Yes, you do.
Donna: No, I don't.
Michael: Yes, you do. You love me, I love you. You want me...
Donna: Michael, Michael.
Jake: What did I tell you. There he is. I got a big important message. Someone over at "Sophisticate" wanted to see me. But it was all a lie, wasn't it, Michael? You set it up so you could come here, and I'd be late, you spend a little extra time with Donna?
Michael: It worked, didn't it?
Jake: It worked, didn't it. You think that's funny? You know what? I'm going to tell you things that you can't imagine.
Jake: You want to play games Michael? Think you're funny?
Donna: Michael, leave, please. Just leave. I don't want you in this room anymore--please.
Michael: I'm not going to give up, ok?
Jake: Tough guy.
Donna: I can't believe that he sent Jake on a wild goose chase.
Vicky: He wants to stop the divorce, doesn't he?
Donna: He wants a lot of things. He thinks he's entitled to it.
Vicky: You know... it could work between you two.
Donna: The divorce is a dead issue.
Vicky: It doesn't have to be.
Donna: I've made my decision.
Vicky: You two do belong together. He loves you a lot. I know he did a lot of dumb things, but he wanted to protect you. He still loves you, Mom.
Donna: You know? I just realized how handsome Evan is.
Donna: I think you found something there.
Vicky: Forget it.
Donna: Really, you could do a lot worse.
Vicky: I wanted to talk about you and Dad.
Donna: If you could just give him a little hint. If you could pretend like you were trying to hide your feelings--
Vicky: Don't you do that. Don't you ever, ever do that.
Donna: That's exactly what you're trying to do with your father and me.
Vicky: That is a completely different situation.
Donna: Well, yes, it is. It is, rather. But I still think that if you just gave him a little--
Vicky: Either you promise not to say a word, or I'm out of here for good.
Donna: I promise, I promise.
Donna: I just don't think it would hurt anything--
Vicky: Mother, don't you ever stop talking?
Jake: You girls gonna gab all day long? We do have some work to do, Donna.
Donna: Yes, we do. All right now, everybody. I have an announcement to make. So listen up. Ready?
Donna: I have spoken to Pipa Palmer. She has agreed to be our on-camera spokesperson for the etiquette videos.
Evan: Who is...?
Donna: Pipa Palmer.
Jake: What is a Pipa Palmer?
Donna: Oh, stop it. Now she's on her way over here to meet you and Evan. Isn't that exciting?
Evan: Yes, I'm really excited. What about you?
Jake: Why me?
Frankie's voice: Because I don't want anything to happen to you.
Cass's: Oh, Frankie. I'm really touched that you're looking out for me; I really am. But I don't need it. This is all--I don't know how else to say it. It's--it's--it's... it's just nonsense.
Frankie: No, Cass, it's not.
Cass: I know you hate to hear that, but it's just--it's the truth. This old grief-stricken, deed--
Frankie: No, she wasn't demented. Tony was terrified of her. He said that she had this power; he--he called it the evil eye.
Cass: Look, why don't we carry on this discussion in the car? It's really getting a little chilly here.
Frankie: I didn't believe in it at first, Cass. I--I really didn't. But then, every relationship I have ever had has ended in disaster or worse.
Cass: What's worse than disaster?
Frankie: And for a while--for a while I thought that it was over, that the curse had been lifted. But when that building fell on you, Cass, I knew that it wasn't--that it wasn't over. That it will never end.
Cass: Let me have the flashlight.
Frankie: Cass, you have to listen to me.
Cass: Look, curses only work if you believe in them. And I don't.
Frankie: [Gasps] What?
Cass: I'm sorry. I was just saying that you look beautiful.
Frankie: I, um--I figured you'd already be asleep.
Cass: Nope, still awake.
Frankie: All that moaning and groaning you did about being so tired.
Cass: I'm working on it, ok?
Frankie: So, how long?
Cass: How long what?
Frankie: How long you figure before you'll be asleep?
Cass: Oh, gee, I don't know. Why?
Frankie: I was sort of thinking I might like to take a few winks myself.
Cass: Knock yourself out.
Frankie: You really don't think I'm going to fall for that old chestnut do you?
Frankie: Just lie right here beside me, darling, and we'll rest.
Cass: Frankie, I am honestly, legitimately tired. I do not have lascivious designs on your personage.
Cass: All I want to do is sleep, I swear. So that I'll be rested and sharp for the tables tomorrow when I go downstairs.
Cass: Bless you.
Frankie: Thank you.
Frankie: I'm keeping you up, aren't I?
Cass: I can handle it.
Woman's voice: Don't move!
Frankie: She's here.
Frankie: Grandma Almo.
Lucas: So why don't we--why don't we take a 20 here, ok?
Photographer: Beautiful, beautiful.
Lucas: Um, I need a couple of minutes.
Josie: So, how's it going?
Lucas: You got something on your mind?
Josie: I'm sorry, what?
Lucas: Why don't we take a walk outside?
Lucas: Come here. Let me put this on you. It's cold out here. There you go.
Josie: Something wrong?
Lucas: You're a little off today.
Josie: I am?
Lucas: A little distracted?
Josie: Well, um... it's my hair. See, I just don't think it's right for the shoot.
Lucas: No, no, no. It's you.
Josie: I don't know what you mean?
Lucas: Normally you're very open; today you're a little reserved--troubled maybe?
Josie: That is amazing.
Lucas: What is?
Josie: That you can pick up on something like that.
Lucas: That's my job. Now, what's the problem?
Josie: Well, I've been wanting to tell you something all morning.
Lucas: Well, tell me. Come on, this shoot--I want this shoot to be really, really good. These are very important shots for you.
Josie: Well, um... Matthew and I are going to get married.
Lucas: I always thought you two would get married.
Josie: You did?
Lucas: Oh, yeah. What is it, two years before he graduates? What's the news?
Josie: Well, we were thinking more like June.
Lucas: Oh, then I--I ought to offer my best wishes.
Josie: Thank you.
Lucas: I hope you two will be very happy.
Josie: I think we will. Lucas, what's wrong?
Lucas: I was just thinking about Carol.
Lucas: Model, gorgeous girl. She was one of my first discoveries. She, uh--she was really taking off about 10 years ago.
Josie: Oh yeah? What happened?
Lucas: Well, you know, nobody was happier than me. I was thrilled when she was getting married. I gave her away at the wedding. But the shocking thing was her bookings all dried up.
Lucas: She wasn't in demand anymore.
Josie: Because she got married?
Lucas: I don't know what happened. She just changed. It was a lesson I had to learn.
Josie: Lucas, why are you telling me this?
Lucas: Josie, images they're-- they're--they are like spider webs. You don't know what captures you. It's shadows and lights and imagination. Her's changed.
Josie: But she was still just as beautiful as she--
Lucas: She was gorgeous. But before she got married she was unattainable; now that was part of her appeal. After she--I don't know. She was earthbound, something changed in her eyes. The loss of innocence, maybe, I don't know.
Josie: Well, that doesn't mean it's going to happen to me.
Lucas: No, no. But just let me ask you a question. Um, if the "Fresh Faces Girl" gets married, what am I supposed to sell? I mean, if this girl is married, how fresh is she?
Lucas: Josie, how important is your career?
Josie: It means everything to me, you know that.
Josie: Lucas, I always listen to everything you have to say.
Lucas: I know you do, right.
Josie: And you're saying that you think that I shouldn't...
Lucas: You know that your happiness, your happiness is so important to me.
Josie: I guess I do. And you are saying that you think this--
Lucas: And I know how important your career is.
Josie: It means everything.
Lucas: So then, I think at this --this stage, marriage is a terrible idea.
Evan: So, Vicky and I sketched this out last night.
Donna: All right, and this is what we're going to present to the bank?
Evan: Yes, we are. But there's going to be a few changes here, all right?
Vicky: Can I talk to you for a minute?
Vicky: I'm sorry about what happened before.
Jake: You mean your old man giving me the runaround.
Jake: Don't sweat it. I can handle it.
Vicky: I really have no right to ask you this, but--
Jake: But you are... so go ahead.
Vicky: Could you just try to stay out of the middle for a while?
Vicky: Take it easy, Jake.
Jake: Why am I always the bad guy?
Vicky: You're not.
Jake: I've been good to her since Michael dumped her.
Vicky: I know that. If you could just keep your voice down. I am just asking you to back off for a little bit.
Jake: Why should I, Vick?
Vicky: Because they're right for each other. You know that, and she knows it, too.
Jake: Oh, yeah, is that why the divorce is going full speed ahead?
Vicky: They're doing that because she's angry. I don't blame her. Just don't fan the flames, all right?
Donna: Oh, that must be Pipa. All right, everybody, I want you all on your best behavior. Victoria, come on, stand up. Stand up straight, please. Jake? Ready? Pipa.
Pipa: Donna, darling.
Donna: Oh, hi.
Donna: It's so good to see you. Come in.
Pipa: Thank you, yes.
Donna: All right, I want you to meet everybody.
Pipa: Oh, yes, of course.
Donna: This is my daughter, Victoria; you remember her.
Pipa: Oh, yes, of course. How do you do, Victoria?
Donna: This is our consultant, Evan Bates.
Pipa: Nice to meet you, Evan.
Evan: Nice to meet you.
Donna: And my partner, Jake McKinnon. Pipa Palmer.
Jake: Hi, how you doing?
Pipa: Hello, Jake. Oh, what a lovely workspace you have here, Donna.
Donna: Thank you. Jake and I love it, don't we?
Pipa: You know, I've, uh, given your project the utmost interest since you called. And I think I've come up with some absolutely marvelous ideas. Tres chic, tres bon, tres brilliant!
Donna: Oh, that's wonderful. I'm dying to hear all about it, aren't we?
John: Here you go, thank you.
Sharlene: Dr. Hudson.
John: Beautiful, what are you doing here?
Sharlene: I'm on my way to the Pelican and I thought I'd bring you some sandwiches.
John: Oh, you didn't have to do that.
Sharlene: I know that. But I love you.
John: You're terrific.
Sharlene: Even when I'm losing my wedding ring?
John: You're never going to forget that, are you?
Sharlene: No. You're swamped, aren't you?
John: Swamped doesn't begin to describe what's going on around here.
Sharlene: Oh, no. You look tired already.
John: I'll be fine.
Sharlene: But call me, ok? I got to get going or I'm going to be late.
John: All right. Bye-bye.
John: And thank you.
Elaine: Doctor Hudson, could I see you?
Elaine: You released Mr. Marlind yesterday?
John: Marlind. Yes. Yes, I did. Part of his therapy was at home so...
Elaine: Are you aware of the procedures for releasing a patient at this hospital?
John: Yes, I think I am.
Elaine: Where is the 301-j on Mr. Marlind?
John: 301-j, uh... oh, those things. I've been doing those at home on the weekends so I have more time with the patients.
Elaine: They are to be filled out and stamped by housekeeping before the patient is released, doctor.
John: Surely we're not going to keep an old fellow from going home just because housekeeping doesn't know his room is free.
Elaine: You are expected to follow standard procedure, doctor. Otherwise you'll wind up on report.
John: Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute here. Do you have any idea how many hours a day we're working?
Elaine: That's immaterial.
John: The hell it is. We're exhausted.
Ronnie: Dr. Rutherford, I think I can explain about those forms.
Elaine: Yes, Miss Lawrence.
Ronnie: Well, it's just the residents have been so busy these last few weeks, I told them if they just notify the nurse on the floor when a room became vacant, they couldn't...
Elaine: Who gave you the authority for that?
Ronnie: Well, no one. It's just everyone is so overworked these days.
Elaine: You had no right to set aside a rule that I laid down.
John: She was just trying to make sure that the patients...
Elaine: When I want your advice on administrative procedure doctor, I'll ask for it.
John: Ronnie was trying to make sure that working conditions were easier for everyone around here. Now why don't you give her a break?
Elaine: Don't raise your voice at me, doctor. I'm acting chief of staff at this hospital.
John: I know who you are. Just wonder what the hell's the matter with you?
Elaine: I'm warning you.
John: No, I'm warning you. Look, I'm only human. I make mistakes, especially when I'm working 24 and 36 hours at a stretch.
Elaine: I'm not going to take any more insubordination from you.
Ronnie: Look, I think all Dr. Hudson is trying to say is--
Elaine: Excuse me. If I want your opinion I'll ask for it.
John: What the hell's your problem?
Elaine: Doctor, I have warned you for the last time. And I'll deal with you later.
John: What is with this woman? She calls herself a doctor?
Michael: Hey, hey, man. What's going on?
Ronnie: Look, John, you don't want this woman as an enemy. All she has to do is say the word and you're fired.
Michael: John, make it easy on yourself, all right? You don't want Elaine Rutherford for an enemy.
John: Did the board appoint her?
Michael: Yes, we did.
John: Well, thanks a bunch. She's been on my back since day one.
Ronnie: She's been on everybody's back.
John: The woman is dangerous.
John: If she thinks that paperwork is more important than patients, somebody's gonna get hurt.
Ronnie: Look, I'm gonna go and try to talk to her. Hopefully it's just a communication problem.
John: I doubt it, Ronnie. Filling out a 301-J.
Michael: Hey, John. Could I--can I talk to you for a couple of minutes?
John: Is it about Donna?
Michael: She is being so damn stubborn, man.
John: I hate to break this to you, Mike, but that's not news.
Michael: I went over there this morning. You know, I did everything I could. I talked to her. I told her that I loved her. I said I'd do anything to get back with her. I gave her the whole 9 yards.
John: She still said no?
Michael: She wouldn't even listen. She wouldn't talk to me.
John: How long before this divorce is final?
John: Look, this is not a business deal, Mike. You're being so reasonable here. There was a time when if you wanted something, you just went and took it.
Michael: But I... thanks, man.
John: What did I do?
Michael: Thanks! You know, I've been feeling so bad about what I did, I just haven't been thinking straight. But you've given me a great idea, man. I'm gonna get her back.
Sharlene: So you're going to be consulting?
Evan: Yes, I'm going to give it a shot.
Vicky: Oh, yeah. Jake and my Mom need his help a lot.
Sharlene: That's terrific.
Vicky: Excuse me. I'm just going to go powder my nose.
Sharlene: Well, I... I'm glad to hear you'll be staying here. When I heard you resigned, I thought maybe you'd want to go back to New York.
Evan: No, no. I'm going to stick around.
Sharlene: Did you and Amanda... um?
Evan: You mean, is it over? Yes.
Sharlene: Are you ok?
Evan: I'll live.
Sharlene: Of course you will.
Evan: You remember when you were sending me those double messages? I figured out what you were trying to do.
Sharlene: You did?
Evan: Yes. You were trying to get me to think. Unfortunately it didn't work.
Sharlene: Well, it doesn't mean that it's going to make it easier on you.
Evan: Well, I'm not going back to New York. I mean, I've got family and I've got real friends who care about me.
Sharlene: Yeah. Yeah, it's good to know you have your own people around you. If you're ever in trouble they'll be there for you.
Vicky: Hello. I'll send a waitress over.
Evan: Sharlene, thank you.
Vicky: Thanks. Ok, teach. Time for my lesson in Cory Publishing 101.
Evan: All right. What do you want to know about Cory Publishing?
Vicky: All right. Just some--just some things. I wanna know...who's Rachel's buddy, who's in Amanda's pocket, who's in Iris' pocket. You know, the people that can be trusted.
Evan: You're not really thinking of trying to pull something, are you?
Vicky: Just answer my questions.
Cass: That was not Grandma Almo.
Frankie: Didn't you hear her?
Cass: It was a room service waitress who didn't want somebody to bump into her tray, so she said, "don't move."
Frankie: I am the one that knows her voice.
Cass: Will you calm down? What would Grandma Almo be doing here in Las Vegas anyway?
Frankie: No, not her, her spirit. I'm still cursed. Oh, Cass, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Cass: It's all right. It's ok. Wait a second. You're sorry about what?
Frankie: About everything that's happened to us since we left Bay City. It's the curse, you know.
Cass: If anything, it's me. I have lousy travel karma. Always have.
Frankie: The limo breaking down?
Cass: Oh, I've broken down many, many times even before I
Frankie: The luggage's getting lost--
Cass: Airlines lose my luggage 50% of the time.
Frankie: The crazy guy that we hitchhiked with who could only talk about suicide and a 110 degrees in the shade.
Cass: What shade?
Frankie: Oh, what I'm trying to say, Cass, is that you deserve somebody better. You really do.
Cass: Frankie. All those things that happened were just accidents. They could have happened to anybody. Come on. Let's get some sleep, shall we?
Frankie: You know what? I think--I think that you should find yourself a nice, quiet, gentle woman who'll settle down with you and give you a nice family and--
Cass: Right now I'd settle for two hours sleep.
Frankie: You don't need me next to you. You don't need some freak who-- who brings you thunderbolts and lightening and hexes and broken down limos.
Cass: Hey, hey. I would much rather be with you than Mrs. Happy homemaker and our beautiful children with their perfectly straight teeth. Ok?
Frankie: You mean that?
Cass: Yeah, I mean that.
Frankie: Get some sleep. You must be exhausted.
Cass: Thank you. I am. As I've said a number of times.
Frankie: [Chuckles] Oh, I'm sorry.
Cass: What now?
Frankie: I'll let you get some sleep. I'm sorry.
Cass: No, no. Don't do that. Just tell me what and then I'll get some sleep.
Frankie: I was just thinking that that's nice, you know, what you said about wanting to be with me.
Cass: Nothing terrible's happening.
[Alarm bell rings]
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a fire alarm.
Cass: I don't believe this.
Man: Do not panic. Please, proceed to the ground floor by the nearest available stairway.
Frankie: She found us.
Frankie: Grandma Almo. Run for your life!
Cass: Frankie, come back here. Frankie? Hey.
[Door bell rings]
Donna: Pipa, did you forget something? You can't be here when Jake gets back.
Michael: Oh, well, I won't take long, really. I just wanted you to know, don't worry; I cleared everything with the lawyer.
Donna: Cleared what?
Michael: Oh, didn't I tell you? You know, must have slipped my mind--
Donna: Tell me what?
Michael: ...When I was here earlier. Well, I miss Mikey, Donna. So I've moved back into the suite.
Donna: You what?
Michael: See you later. Oh, as a matter of fact, see you at home.
Sharlene: I can't believe you found a way to get some time off.
John: Sometimes you just have to take it, you know?
Sharlene: Yes, you do. You do. You know, if we can just find time like this, even just a little bit, I know it's going to help take the pressure off.
John: Yes. If it doesn't, I can always quit the hospital.
Sharlene: Now there's a thought.
John: You know what we could do? Go and get us a little trailer and live off of Josie's salary.
Lucas: Ok, everybody, let's have a look.
Josie: What do you think?
Lucas: Well, fantastic. You did a great job. You look great.
Lucas: So, now have you thought about what we talked about?
Josie: Yes, Lucas I have but...
Lucas: But what?
Josie: I still don't know what to do.
Lucas: Why not?
Josie: I don't want to hurt Matthew.
Lucas: I know you don't. But, you know--you see, you're young. And young people don't want to hear the truth. But you are in an either/or situation here.
Josie: But I love him.
Lucas: I know you do. But you have to make a choice. Either you marry Matt or you have a career. What's it gonna be?
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