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Another World Transcript Friday 2/3/06

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Sharlene: Pearl. Hi, it's Sharly. I just wanted you to know, um, I'll be ready to move into the apartment in about an hour. I'll have the cash, Pearl, I told you. Just don't rent it out to anybody else, ok? Ok, all right, I'll see you then. Damn.

John: Ah, I was hoping that you'd be home.

Sharlene: John.

John: Are--are you leaving?

Sharlene: Yeah, uh, yeah. I--I had some place to go.

John: Oh, I'm sorry.

Sharlene: But you're home early, I...

John: Yeah, well, one of the residents decided that he would take over for me. I covered for him last week, so...

Sharlene: Gosh, I wish you-- I wish you'd given me a call.

John: Listen, I stopped by the bank on the way home.

Sharlene: Oh, yeah, did you pick up some milk, 'cause--

John: We're overdrawn. There's $500 missing from our account, do you know anything about it?

[Techno music playing]

Vicky: Iris.

Iris: Vicky.

Vicky: Your secretary told me I could meet you here.

Iris: Yes, I'm on my way to a meeting.

Vicky: I need to talk to you.

Iris: Now?

Vicky: Yes.

Iris: Why aren't you at the office?

Vicky: Well, I'm here because of the office, actually.

Iris: What's the problem?

Vicky: Amanda.

Iris: I thought you two were getting along.

Vicky: Oh, no, not anymore. She is really out to get me now. Iris, I need your help.

Amanda: That's all that Vicky said to you?

Paulina: Pretty much, yeah.

Amanda: Well, I'm really surprised she didn't give you more of the third degree.

Paulina: Well, she was a little demanding.

Amanda: I really can't believe that she didn't just reject you.

Paulina: Why would you think that?

Amanda: Oh, it's nothing to do with you, Paulina. It's just that Vicky doesn't usually like anything that we do that pertains to Steven.

Paulina: Well, you know, I'm getting along with her. I love taking caring of Steven. That seems to be what's most important to her, so...

Amanda: Well, just make sure that Vicky doesn't push you around. Jamie is really the one you should listen to.

Paulina: I'm looking forward to meeting him.

Amanda: No, you're not. You're scared to death that he isn't going to like you.

[Laughs] But don't worry about it. I know my brother, and the two of you are going to get along great.

Paulina: When are you expecting him?

Amanda: All I know is he's supposed to arrive later this afternoon.

Paulina: Ah, well.

[Doorbell rings]

Paulina: Do you really think Dr. Frame is going to like me?

Amanda: Yes, I'm sure he will. You're Stacey's choice and he trusts what Stacey thinks, so don't worry about it. You'll get along great. Let me see who this is.

Derek: Mrs. Fowler.

Amanda: Amanda. Uh, Derek, what are you doing here?

Derek: Well, I have some...

Derek: Stacey is real busy, so she asked me to drop off these papers for Jamie.

Amanda: Well, Jamie isn't going to be here for a while yet.

Derek: That's ok. Stacey just wants him to, uh, look these over as soon as he comes in.

Amanda: Okay, sure, fine. I'll make sure that he gets them.

Derek: Yeah, is he going to fly in tonight?

Amanda: Well, we're hoping that he will be here by dinnertime, because grandma has worked up this enormous meal. I'm sorry, this is very rude of me. Derek Dane, this is Steven's new governess, Paulina Cantrell.

Paulina: It's nice to meet you, Mr. Dane.

Amanda: Well, I've got to get going, so, uh...

Derek: Yeah, I've got to go, too. Listen, do you mind if I use your phone first? I've got to call my boss.

Amanda: No, go right ahead. Paulina, I'll talk to you later.

Paulina: Sure.

Amanda: Derek, say hello to Stacey for me.

Derek: Yeah, I sure will. Wait a minute-Paulina...

Paulina: What's wrong?

Derek: Are you Steven's governess?

Paulina: Yes. The phone's right there.

Derek: Well, why didn't you tell me?

Josie: What time is it?

Matt: Who cares what time it is?

Josie: You're right... who cares?

Matt: All I care about is this little crease that goes across your neck. It is so beautiful...

Josie: A crease? You think a crease is beautiful?

Matt: Of course I do. I'm a crease freak, didn't I tell you?

Josie: [Laughs] No.

Matt: Oh my, gosh, if you want to call off the engagement, that's fine, because crease freaks are very hard to live with. I was on "the Donahue show," they did a show on creases.

Josie: Oh, Matthew, I love you, but you're very strange.

Matt: Mmm... I love you, too.

Josie: Oh, Matthew, this is so nice. Just...being able to spend all this time alone together, just the two of us.

Matt: You know, I had to cut two classes for this.

Josie: Was it worth it?

Matt: Well, I don't know, I'll tell you later.

Josie: Oh, no!

Matt: What?

Josie: Oh, no!

Matt: What?

Josie: I have to meet Lucas.

Matt: Lucas who?

Josie: I have an appointment.

Matt: Wait--oh, wait a minute, I think I see another crease.

Josie: No, you don't. I have to get in the shower really bad.

Matt: Are you serious about this? One of these days, we are going to spend the whole day in bed, possibly the whole week.

Josie: What do you think you're doing? You--get out of here!

Matt: Hey, I want to get clean, too. Oh!

Josie: Stop tickling me. You stop tickling me!

Matt: Cold water!

[Josie laughing]

Matt: Would you--turn on the heat, will you?


[Doorbell rings] I didn't know you--oh, there's the doorbell.

Josie: Don't get it.

Matt: What do you mean, don't get it?

Josie: Just--just don't--shh, don't get it.

Matt: Wait a minute, I'll be right back here. Well, surprise, surprise.

Lucas: Where's Josie?

Matt: In the shower.

Lucas: Heard you two eloped.

Matt: Who told you?

Lucas: I have my sources.

Matt: Whether we eloped or not is our business.

Lucas: It affects my business.

Matt: However, it is personal and private.

Lucas: Josie ceased to have a private life the day she signed on as the "Fresh Faces" girl.

Matt: What are you talking about?

Lucas: She signed a contract with me.

Matt: She did not sign her life away.

Lucas: No, but she--there are still things that she is responsible for.

[Matt laughs] Oh, there she is.

Matt: Just--just because she signed a contract, doesn't mean you can barge in here whenever you want.

Josie: Matthew.

Matt: No, you are entitled to your privacy.

Lucas: Nobody has said otherwise. Now, she may have been married yesterday, but today she's scheduled to work.

Josie: We didn't go through with it.

Lucas: What?

Josie: We didn't elope.

Lucas: You're not married?

Josie: No.

Matt: Big sigh of relief, huh?

Lucas: Yes, I'm relieved. Glad you used your head, Josie.

Josie: Actually, Lucas, it was Matthew. He wants what's best for me in my personal life and professional life.

Lucas: Well, I apologize for jumping to conclusions, Matthew.

Matt: Well, you forced us to make a decision, and we made a decision. I feel very strongly about Josie's future, probably more strongly than you do.

Lucas: Well, that's just-- that's just great. Um, why don't you get dressed, and I'll--I'll drive you to work, ok?

Josie: All right. Um, I'll just--I'll just be a minute.

Lucas: Yeah, I have an errand to run, personal. It'll just take a minute.

Josie: Fine.

Lucas: Thank you. You know, you made--made a good decision, Matthew.

Matt: What do you mean?

Lucas: The marriage idea...bad, bad idea.

Matt: Josie and I are going to get married whether you like it or not.

Lucas: I wonder.

Sharlene: $500?

John: Missing.

Sharlene: Are you sure?

John: Yes, I'm sure. Look at it, here's the receipt from the bank.

Sharlene: Well, it's, you know--it's probably some kind of computer error.

John: More than likely, but it was a hell of an error, wasn't it?

Sharlene: Yeah, y--what are you gonna do?

John: Call the bank, yell at them, and get this straightened out.

Sharlene: No.

John: No?

Sharlene: No, don't--don't call the bank. I...

John: You what?

Sharlene: I know what happened to the money.

John: Ok, you wanna fill me in?

Sharlene: Yeah, I took it.

John: You took it?

Sharlene: I'm sorry.

John: It's all right. Was there a big bill or something?

Sharlene: You're right, my--my car.

John: But I paid that.

Sharlene: No--you did?

John: Yes, your transmission. I--I--I told you that.

Sharlene: No, John, this is something completely different. I--I got--I got rear-ended at a stop sign.

John: Sharlene, I just saw your car outside. It's fine.

Sharlene: No, John, that's because I found a mechanic who would fix it on the same day and he only took cash.

John: What about the guy's insurance company?

Sharlene: I couldn't get him. The guy took off before I could get his license plates number. Please, don't be upset.

John: Why didn't you tell me about this?

Sharlene: Because I didn't wanna cause you anymore problems.

John: Sharlene, this doesn't make any sense.

Sharlene: Oh, come on, John, this has been a rough couple of weeks. What with the hours you're pulling at the hospital and--and you're fighting with that--the Dr. Rutherford and the bit with that guy Ben.

John: So you decided not to tell me about an automobile accident that ended up costing us $500?

Sharlene: Well, I wanted to handle it on my own.

John: And you hoped that I would never find out?

Sharlene: I was gonna work overtime and put the money back.

John: Sharlene, you don't have to handle me.

Sharlene: I know that. I was-John, I was afraid you'd think I was a ditz.

John: Sharlene, we are husband and wife. That means we accept each other no matter what. Now, if we can't share about everything, what kind of a marriage can we expect to have?

Sharlene: You're right. I swear, no more secrets. Never again, I promise. Please...believe me, never again. I love you.

John: I love you, too. Even though you are a ditz.

[Sharlene laughs] What do you say we go upstairs for a little while?

Sharlene: What, right--right now?

John: Yes, now. What do you think I came home to watch the 5 o'clock news? Come on.

Sharlene: You--I got--I've gotta leave.

John: What do you mean you have to leave? You don't have to go to work tonight.

Sharlene: No, but--but I do have something to do.

John: What?

Sharlene: I have to go to Frankie's. I told her that I'd bring her some things that she needed, and I was trying to get them...

John: Oh, what is this?

[Rock music playing]

Iris: Sorry, it was all just a joke.

Vicky: Well, of course it was. That woman has no sense of humor.


Iris: And now she thinks you're going to take over Cory.

Vicky: Well, yes. Can you imagine the paranoia? I mean, here I am, poor little girl, new kid on the block, barely making it by as an editorial assistant, let alone--

Iris: Well, I wouldn't go that far. I think you're handling it extremely well.

Vicky: Oh, well--well, thank you. But I--I am still scrambling by. I'm just working as hard as I can to get enough self-esteem to have the job.

Iris: Well, Amanda certainly isn't helping, is she?

Vicky: Iris, I--I really hate to say this, but every chance she gets, she tries to undermine my confidence.

Iris: Yes, certainly, by threatening to fire you.

Vicky: And she was looking for the perfect excuse.

Iris: And the tape really set her off.

Vicky: Oh, I don't think it was the tape. I think she knows that was a joke.

Iris: Well, what do you think it was?

Vicky: She knows that Evan and I still keep in touch.

Iris: Oh, oh, oh.

Vicky: Yes, and it drives her absolutely crazy. She can hardly bear the fact that we are still friends.

Iris: Mm-hmmm. I get the picture.

Vicky: I was hoping you would.

Iris: Vicky, I do think you should understand my first priority, though, is to the company.

Vicky: Well, of course it is.

Iris: And "Sophisticate" is Amanda's domain.

Vicky: So...you would let her get rid of me?

Iris: Oh, no. I don't think it will come to that. She'll--she'll come to her senses. She's just feeling threatened. Quite frankly, I think your spunk is an asset to the company, but if she doesn't feel the same way that--

Amanda: Iris.

Iris: Hi.

Amanda: I need to talk to you about the Adams account. Vicky, what are you doing here?

Sharlene: Have you ever seen anything so gaudy?

John: Not since a certain raunchy bar in Danang.

Sharlene: Yeah, well, that's why I'm giving them to Frankie. You've seen her place before.

John: Yeah, what else have you got in here?

Sharlene: It's, uh, just some other weird stuff I found.

John: Oh, yeah, I'd say this is pretty weird.

Sharlene: Yeah, I'm not even sure Frankie will want that stuff.

John: Are you kidding? This stuff is right up Frankie's alley. She'll love it. What's--what's this?

Sharlene: It's an ash tray.

John: An ash tray? Frankie doesn't smoke.

Sharlene: I know. She'll--she'll probably use it to put her magic beads I

John: Ah, yes, of course, her magic beads.

Sharlene: , I mean, voodoo from Haiti. You know, that stuff she's into.

John: Sharlene, where--how long have you had this stuff, and where--where have you been hiding it?

Sharlene: I--you know, I gotta go. I told Frankie I'd be there before it turned dark, so...

John: All right. All right. (Knock at door)

Sharlene: I'll never get out of here at this rate. Evan, hi.

Evan: I really guess I should have called before I came--

Sharlene: So what brings you out this way?

Evan: Well, I just haven't--you know, I talked to you today, and I haven't seen you since--

Sharlene: You're out of luck today. Guess what, I was on my way out the door. If I don't get--

Evan: Listen, if this is a bad time, I--

Sharlene: Tomorrow, maybe. I'll call you later.

John: Sharlene.

Sharlene: Yeah.

John: We're not through talking about that.

Sharlene: Ok, ok.

Evan: If this is a bad time, I can come back or something.

John: No, no, no, not at all.

Evan: But she was in a hurry, is it...

John: It's all right. It's all right. Shut the door. Come on in--have a seat.

Evan: Well, you've got to be busy, too...

John: No, no, I'm not. Have a seat. Sit down. You want a beer?

Evan: Yeah, I'd like one. Thanks.

John: Here you go. I'm glad you're here.

Evan: Uh-huh.

John: Uh-huh. I have a little project here.

Evan: Yeah, I see. I knew it.

John: I'm gonna use your advice. Sink's clogged again.

Evan: Yeah, I knew there would be a catch.

John: Yeah. Give me a hand here, will you?

Evan: You, uh, call a plumber?

John: Are you kidding me? Those guys won't even answer the phone for less than $200.

Evan: Oh, I guess I missed my calling.

John: So, what is your calling these days? I--I heard you left Cory.

Evan: Yes, it's the best move I ever made.

John: Really? No regrets?

Evan: Uh, only one. Only one.

John: There we go.

Paulina: So you know Stacey Winthrop?

Derek: Yeah.

Paulina: You know, she was the reason that I got this job.

Derek: Let's talk about that.

Paulina: Stacey's terrific, isn't she? I mean, she's just so nice and down to earth. I think she's just great.

Derek: Why are you here, Paulina?

Paulina: Like Amanda said, I'm Steven's governess.

Derek: This is the job you were talking about?

Paulina: Mm-hmm. It's a great opportunity.

Derek: Well, you sure didn't want Amanda to know that you knew me, did you?

Paulina: No. No, I didn't.

Derek: Why not?

Paulina: Derek, listen. I can explain, ok?

Derek: I'm listening.

Paulina: The way I got this job, what I told the Corys, I changed my history a little.

Derek: You changed your what?

Paulina: I made up a story about coming from a big happy family. I sort of invented this perfect childhood.

Derek: Sort of.

Paulina: Well, what was I supposed to tell them?

Derek: The truth.

Paulina: Oh, what, that I grew up in dirt-poor foster homes? Come on, Derek. I would've been out the door like that.

Derek: Are you lying about being able to take care of Steven? Because if you are--

Paulina: No!

Derek: You know, maybe you ought to--

Paulina: Listen, I am great with the baby. Everybody says so.

Derek: You're starting off here with a lie, Paulina.

Paulina: It's not that big a deal, Derek. And besides, this is a great break for me. I mean, I have a chance to make something of my life here.

Derek: One lie leads to another.

Paulina: You wouldn't ruin it for me, would you? Please, Derek... for old times' sake. I'm not asking you to lie, just don't mention that we know each other, that's all.

Derek: It's not that easy. There's Stacey.

Paulina: You must know her pretty well, I mean, to bring papers from her?

Derek: Yeah, Stacey is my girlfriend.

Paulina: You're kidding.

Derek: What? Is there something wrong with that?

Paulina: No, no, nothing. I'm--well, I'm just surprised, that's all. I mean, well, you and Stacey are kind of different.

Derek: Yeah, well, maybe we are. But we love each other, and I can't lie to her.

Paulina: Just don't say anything. That's all I'm asking. At least not until I get a chance to prove myself here.

Derek: Paulina, I don't know about that.

Ada: Paulina. Paulina. Oh, here you are. Oh, Derek.

Derek: Mrs. Hobson.

Ada: Well, how've you been?

Derek: Fine, thank you. Yourself?

Ada: What brings you out here?

Derek: I dropped off some papers for Stacey, and Amanda introduced us.

Ada: Oh, great. How's Stacey doing?

Derek: Good, but she's real busy. I better get back there and see if she needs any more help.

Ada: Well, say hello to her for me, ok?

Derek: Sure.

Paulina: I'll see you to the door, Mr. Dane. I really appreciate your doing this, Derek.

Derek: I haven't done anything yet. I'm gonna have to give this whole thing an awful lot of thought. And a word to the wise, Jamie Frame is a real straight arrow.

Paulina: What's that supposed to mean?

Derek: It means, he tells the truth, and he expects everybody else to do the same.

Paulina: I'll remember that.

Derek: I'll be in touch.

Paulina: He seems very nice.

Ada: Yes, he does.

Paulina: Do you need me for anything? Steven is not up, yet is he?

Ada: No, he's out like a light, but the rest of the place is a mad house, especially the kitchen.

Paulina: Ah, Dr. Frame's welcome home dinner.

Ada: Which hasn't been started yet, because Helen has the flu and Hilda is taking care of her.

Paulina: Can I help?

Ada: Funny you should ask. It's not part of your job, though, you know.

Paulina: Oh, I'd be glad to do anything I can.

Ada: Good girl. I'll make it up to you.

Paulina: Oh, you don't have to do that. Listen, it's important to me, too. When I meet Dr. Frame, I want everything to be perfect.

Ada: Me, too. Let's go.

Matt: You got a hell of a nerve on you, you know that, buddy?

Lucas: Now, hold on a minute here.

Matt: No, you hold on a minute. I've had to hold back what I really feel, but not any more.

Lucas: No one's asking you to hold anything in.

Josie: Matthew, please.

Matt: No, I'm sick of this guy playing god!

Lucas: Is that what you think I'm doing?

Matt: You're damn right that--that's what I think.

Josie: Lucas--I owe Lucas a lot, my whole career.

Matt: Oh, that's what he keeps telling you. That's what.

Lucas: Matthew, Josie came to me with this. Isn't that right, Josie?

Josie: Yeah--yes.

Lucas: She agreed to put herself in my hands.

Matt: That's because you keep feeding her this, uh, big shot line.

Lucas: This is the big time. This isn't some game. But it takes hard work. It takes sacrifice.

Matt: You--see that? You want--you want her to sacrifice me, right?

Josie: He didn't say that.

Lucas: Listen, thousands of girls try to be models every year, only a handful of them make it. They drop out, whatever. You're studying business, right?

Matt: What the hell does that have to do with anything?

Lucas: It has to do with "Sophisticate." Your family owns the company. Its very survival rests on Josie and this concept.

Matt: Josie is not a concept. Josie is a person.

Lucas: I know. I know she's not a concept. I know what she is, and I know what she's capable of.

Matt: You're using her and you get a kick out of that and you'll keep using her until you find someone else.

Lucas: Listen, we can discuss this all night. It's up to Josie. Are you with me or not?

Josie: We can talk about this later, ok? Right now...I have to do this.

Amanda: Getting a facial on company time?

Iris: No, I asked Vicky to come here.

Amanda: To the conference?

Iris: No, I wanted to talk to you about the Adams account. I wanted to talk to both of you, actually, since you worked on it together.

Vicky: Well, actually I am having lunch later this week with Cliff Adams. Nice man.

Iris: [Laughs] Yes, he told me you and he hit it off very well.

Vicky: Did he--

Amanda: Is there a problem with the account?

Iris: No, no, no. I spoke to Cliff this morning. But he said that seeing that they were committing a sizeable amount to the advertising, he thought that he should, uh, get a good mention in the article that "Sophisticate" is doing on the most eligible man of the nineties.

Vicky: Well, why not? He is a hunk, right? And that way we could keep the account.

Amanda: Because advertisers cannot determine content. That's why not.

Iris: He's not determining content.

Amanda: I will not compromise "Sophisticate's" reputation to suit Cliff Adams' egotistical whims.

Vicky: You're right.

Amanda: What?

Vicky: You--it is definitely not worth it.

Amanda: You're agreeing?

Vicky: Yes, I--I do agree now that I think about it. And I think Cliff Adams will understand your position--our position.

Iris: You'd better make him understand...nicely. This is a very important account, and I don't want you to lose it.

Amanda: I won't, Iris. I'll handle it.

Iris: I'll leave you both to handle it. Excuse me, I'm late for a meeting.

Vicky: Well, I think I should be the one to talk to Mr. Adams, seeing that we already have a rapport. You just tell me how you would like me to handle it, and I will handle it.

Amanda: I wouldn't--

Vicky: What?

Amanda: ...Like you to handle anything. And your little act here did not impress me in the least.

How naive do you think I am?

Vicky: What are you talking about?

Amanda: Do you think because you suck up to me, that I'm just going to totally forget about the plan that you had to take over my father's company?

Vicky: Wait a minute. In the first place, I do not "suck up" to anyone.

Amanda: Oh, and your change of opinion on Cliff Adams, that was thought out, huh?

Vicky: And secondly, I don't understand why we have to beat a dead horse. I already told you it was a joke. A joke, you know? Like ha, ha, just kidding, trying to lighten up the situation with a little humor. You do know what humor is, I trust?

Amanda: I know what you are, and I don't trust you at all.

Vicky: Oh, well, if you feel that way, then why don't you just get it over with? Fire me.

Amanda: No.

Vicky: Why not?

Amanda: Because then you would just go bawling to Iris, much like you were doing when I walked in here. Besides, I am a professional.

Vicky: Well, how impressive. An actual professional with morals and standards and scruples. You are a rarity, Amanda Cory.

Amanda: One slip-up and you're out.

Vicky: Oh, yes, Miss Amanda. I will be sure not to step on anyone's toes, Miss Amanda.

Amanda: I have some calls to make. I will speak to you tomorrow morning at the office, 9 a.m.

Vicky: Oh, yes, I--I will be there at 9 a.m. And I will have your coffee hot and waiting for you. You do like cream and sugar in that, don't you, Miss Amanda?

[Amanda sighs heavily]

Evan: Hey, I want to thank you for showing this to me. I--well, this is all I really know about my family.

John: No problem. Sharlene saves everything.

Evan: Well, it's good to have something like this, you know, memories? So many of us gone.

John: Yeah.

Evan: You know what they say about the Frames...they never do anything in halves.

John: I hear you're going to be working at the video hall with Donna.

Evan: And Jake, yeah.

John: It should be interesting.

Evan: Well, couldn't be any -worse than the last job.( I got to tell you, things really changed since Mac died and Iris came on board.

John: Everybody said that you did one hell of a job at Cory

Evan: For a Frame. That's what they didn't say.

John: You really believe there's a prejudice there?

Evan: Hey, here's my mother.

John : Whoa, she was beautiful.

Evan: Beautiful? She's crazy.

John: Emotional problems run in the family.

Evan: Yeah. That was Willis...Jason...and my mother. Well, I guess you're right.

John: What do you know about your grandparents?

Evan: Hey, what are you worried about? You lucked out. You got Sharlene.

Sharlene: That's 450--500. There.

Pearl: I need you to sign this lease, and we'll be all set.

Sharlene: Wait, wait, where?

Pearl: By the X.

Sharlene: Ok.

Pearl: I have the rules of the house I'll bring by in a couple of days. The rent is due on the fifth of every month. No exceptions. No excuses.

Sharlene: There won't be any problems.

Pearl: Better not be. I've had 3 other people interested in this apartment.

Sharlene: Well, it's mine. I'm not going to lose it. It's too important to me.

Pearl: Things that bad, huh?

Sharlene: What?

Pearl: With your old man. You said you needed to get away from him.

Sharlene: Well, yeah--yeah, I do. But it's not because he's not a good person. It's just, uh, he doesn't understand me.

Pearl: Oh, you must be joking. Your husband doesn't understand you? I've never heard of such a thing.

Sharlene: You think I should go on one of those talk shows, Pearl?

Pearl: You and the rest of the female population, honey. You show me a woman who says her man understands her, I'll show you a liar.

Sharlene: Well, I think you and I understand each other, Pearl.

Pearl: Me and my man...

Sharlene: Yeah.

Pearl: ...We never even talk. I bring him his dinner. He eats. He watches TV. He goes to sleep.

Sharlene: Sounds like a laugh a minute.

Pearl: At least he's there. What about your husband? He ever talk to you?

Sharlene: Well, yeah. But...

Pearl: But, he makes you feel two feet tall, right? Always putting you down, acting like he is God's gift and you're just there to bring him his slippers?

Sharlene: Yeah. I don't...

Pearl: Is that it?

Sharlene: Look, I don't want to talk about him. This is my day. I got a place to stay now. I got a new friend. Hell, I think this is a time to kick back and celebrate.

Pearl: Honey, I like your spirit.

Sharlene: Yeah...Sharly's spirit. She's out. She's here to stay.

Amanda: Does Lucas know the two of you are getting married?

Matt: Why?

Amanda: Because I'm thinking about something that I found on his desk. It was a list of models that they want me to look over for upcoming covers.

Matt: Yeah?

Amanda: Josie's name was scratched off, and Olivia's name was written in with a question mark.

Matt: Are you kidding me?

Amanda: You don't want Josie to think that marriage is what cost her her big chance, do you?

[Bells chime]

[Doorbell rings]

Iris: Oh, Matthew.

Matt: Hello, Iris.

Iris: Hi. Uh--oh, I'm not disturbing you two, am I?

Matt: I'm on my way out. Josie already left with Lucas.

Iris: Oh, I see. Well, may I come in?

Matt: Sure.

Iris: So Josie and Lucas have gone off to work, huh?

Matt: I guess they'll end up there, yes.

Iris: What do you mean they'll...

Matt: They had to stop off on the way, personal errand. Listen, if you want to stay here, fine. I'm leaving.

Iris: No, Matthew. Why are you in such a bad mood?

Matt: I'm not in a bad mood.

Iris: Oh, come on, Matthew, what is it?

Matt: Josie and I--we were planning to oh, didn't he tell you?

Iris: No, no, he didn't.

Matt: I guess he didn't have to. He took care of things all himself.

Iris: What do you mean he took care of things?

Matt: Well, he was--he was planning to let--to replace Josie as "Fresh Faces" girl.

Iris: What, if she got married ?

Matthew : Right.

Iris: Oh, goodness. I had no idea.

Matt: What's the matter?

Iris: It's just that I--I don't like him keeping things from me. Well, you must feel the same way about Josie.

Matt: Yeah, I do.

Iris: I thought she might have confided in me. I thought we were close.

Matt: We decided not to tell anyone--not Sharlene, not my mother, nobody.

Iris: Except Lucas.

Matt: She thought he deserved to know.

Iris: Deserved to know?

Matt: We're not getting married. I'm not about to let Josie give up her career.

Iris: Well, did that make Lucas happy?

Matt: Josie was all set to get married. I'm the one who called it off. I don't want Lucas to take that out on her.

Iris: I see.

Matt: Now, listen, I was wondering if you could help her, support her. I--I lost my temper with Lucas this morning, and I don't want to cause her any trouble.

Iris: Matthew, I--I don't think Josie needs any help where Lucas is concerned.

Josie: They're all so beautiful.

Lucas: How about that one? Would Iris wear that?

Josie: You could serve dinner for 4 on that.

Lucas: I know. It's a little flashy.

Josie: You're getting excited about this, aren't you?

Lucas: Yeah, that's the word... excited. You know, I really hate shopping for these things. I'm glad you came along.

Josie: Me, too.

Lucas: And it gives me an opportunity to apologize for being a Dutch uncle.

Josie: You don't need to do that.

Lucas: Yes, I do. Take a look in the mirror.

Josie: Oh, Lucas, it's gorgeous.

Lucas: Now, if you keep modeling, in no time at all, you'll be able to afford things like that.

Josie: That would be nice.

Lucas: Josie, modeling can afford you things you never dreamt of.

Josie: You know me so well.

Lucas: You really think I do?

Josie: You always know what's right for me.

Lucas: Because I want the best things for you.

Josie: Really?

Lucas: Just as if you were my own daughter.

Josie: Oh.

Lucas: She would be the same age as you. I wonder if she'd be as beautiful?

Josie: I'm sure she would be.

Sales woman: Do we need any help?

Lucas: Ah, yes, we do. We need a lot of help. I'm looking for a ring, a very special engagement ring, and I really don't see anything appropriate there.

Sales woman: We have a beautiful selection in the back. I'll get it.

Josie: Oh, thank you. And so will my moral support thank you, because she's going to make sure I make the right choice.

Sales woman: Your daughter is lovely.

Lucas: Thank you. But she isn't my daughter, and she's just as lovely on the inside.

Sales woman: I'll be right back.

Josie: Why would she think that?

Lucas: What?

Josie: That I'm your daughter.

Lucas: Well, it's an easy thing to think of.

Josie: I'm not a child.

Lucas: Of course you're not. Not in any way at all.

Hilda: Mrs. Hobson wants everything just so.

Paulina: This dinner certainly is important to her. I think I'll take a break for a few minute--oh...

Hilda: Are you all right, Paulina?

Paulina: I'm fine...maybe a little tired. Steven didn't sleep for more than an hour all day.

Hilda: And I'll bet you didn't eat anything, either.

Paulina: Not a bite since this morning, but I'll live.

Hilda: You march right into that kitchen and eat.

Paulina: Oh, no, no. I couldn't do that. Everybody is busy in there. I don't want them to see me sitting and eating. I can wait until dinner, really.

Hilda: That's hours away.

Paulina: Hilda, I'll be fine.

Hilda: You really look pale.

Paulina: I just need a few minutes' break. Really, I'll be fine.

Ada: Hilda, what about the flowers for the dining room? Oh, I'm turning into Simon Legrave.

Paulina: You're short-handed. Everybody understands.

Ada: Are you polishing the silver?

Paulina: Yeah, I just have a few pieces left.

Ada: Why don't you do it in the kitchen?

Paulina: Oh, well, it's so crowded in there. I didn't want to be in anybody's...

Ada: Oh, forget about it.

Paulina: I'll be finished in a few minutes, really.

Ada: Well, ok. But after you finish, you take a break.

Paulina: Ok.

Ada: An all night break.

[Doorbell rings]

Paulina: I'll get that, Hilda.

Vicky: Hello, Paulina.

Paulina: Ms. Hudson, hi.

Vicky: Wait a second.

Paulina: What's wrong?

Vicky: That's what I was going to ask you. You look so pale. What have the Corys done to you?

Paulina: Uh, nothing. I just put Steven down, and I was helping out with the house.

Vicky: That's not your job. You're a governess, not a maid.

Paulina: I don't mind at all, really. And it's only because tonight's so special.

Vicky: What's so special about tonight?

Paulina: The welcome home dinner.

Vicky: Wel--for Jamie?

Paulina: Dr. Frame should be here in a couple of hours.

Vicky: Well, I'm just simply shocked. Amanda didn't mention it to me.

Paulina: I guess it slipped her mind.

Vicky: You are a funny one, Paulina. Listen, has Amanda mentioned anything about me to you?

Paulina: No, Ms. Hudson. Not a word.

Vicky: Sure, she hasn't.

Paulina: Would you like to see Steven? You know, it wouldn't hurt if I got him up.

Vicky: Listen to me, Paulina. For your own good, whatever Amanda says, take it with a grain of salt.

Paulina: She and I--we really don't have that much in common.

Vicky: Keep it that way. That woman is headed for trouble. I would hate to see you go down with her.

Paulina: I'll remember that. You're sure you don't want me to get Steven?

Vicky: Positive. I'll see him in a minute. I am here to see Sam. We have an appointment.

Paulina: Oh, well, I'm afraid Mr. Fowler is gone.

Vicky: Where did he go?

Paulina: Um, Caroline Stafford called. There was somebody at the gallery, somebody important.

Vicky: Terrific.

Paulina: Would you like me to leave him a message or...

Vicky: No, I'll talk to Sam soon enough.

Amanda: All right, I'll call you back with figures within an hour, ok? Sure. Good-bye. Evan, I need to talk to you.

Evan: Ok, what's up?

Amanda: It's about Vicky. Uh, I know she confided in you that she wants my job, and that she dreams of taking over Cory one day. The whole thing was recorded, so I know the whole conversation.

Evan: So?

Amanda: But when I asked her about it, she said it was just a joke.

Evan: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: Well, I don't think it was a joke. I don't believe her.

Evan: Well, that's your problem, isn't it?

Amanda: Do you think it was a joke?

Evan: No, you know what I think? I think this whole conversation is a joke.

Amanda: What?

Evan: Why would I talk this over with you?

Amanda: Because I thought we were friends.

Evan: Well, you're wrong.

Amanda: Sorry.

Evan: Yeah, we're not friends, Amanda. And I'm sorry, too.

Amanda: Yes, I'd like to arrange a special dinner for two for Friday night. When can I meet with you and discuss the menu? No, the prices aren't important. I just need this night to be perfect. It has to be a complete success.

John: You didn't tell me anything about seeing a psychiatrist. I thought we could be honest and open with each other.

Sharlene: Please, John, I'm trying.

John: No. No, you're not trying. You're keeping secrets. You're making decisions without me.

Sharlene: I didn't lose it after all.

John: I can't believe you took it off in the first place. I feel like I'm married to a stranger.

[Echoing] To a stranger... to a stranger... to a stranger... to a stranger... to a stranger... to A...

[Knock at door]

Sharlene: Door's open.

Pearl: Just checking to see if you have everything you need.

Sharlene: Pearl, honey, this place is heaven. It's perfect.

Pearl: Oh, you sure have made it your own in a hurry.

Sharlene: Yeah, what do you think of the pillows? Do you like them?

Pearl: I've never seen anything quite like them. Or this--what is this?

Sharlene: Those are knickknacks. Just knickknacks.

Pearl: Where did you get this junk? I mean, this charming... decorating touches.

Sharlene: I've had them for years. As long as I can remember, I take them with me everywhere I go.

Pearl: Well, I do admire you having the guts to put it all on display. Let me know if you need anything.

Sharlene: No, wait, wait, wait, Pearl. You can't go anywhere.

Pearl: What's the problem?

Sharlene: The problem is that I got a bottle of champagne that I gotta drink with somebody. What do you say?

Pearl: Honey, I never refuse champagne.

Sharlene: [Laughs] Pearl, I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Watch this. Hold on, baby. You ready for the biggie?

[Champagne cork pops]

Sharlene: [Screams] Oh! Whoa! And I think this will be just fine. Don't worry about the table, babe.

Pearl: So what do we toast to?

Sharlene: How about new beginnings?

Paulina: That can't be the time.

Jamie: What are you doing with that silver?

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