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Another World Transcript Monday 2/6/06

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[Car starts]

[Music playing]

[Knock on door]

Frankie: Hey, John.

John: Frankie, what are you doing here?

Frankie: I'm here to see Sharlene. Is she around?

John: No, she just left a little while ago to go to your place.

Frankie: She went to my place?

John: Yeah, that's what she said.

Frankie: Ah, we got our signals screwed up.

John: Yeah.

Frankie: Well, don't be so quick to agree. John, is something wrong?

John: Come here a minute, I want to show you something. You know anything about this?

Cass: Oh, that's terrific. I really appreciate that. Oh, yes, absolutely. Not only do I thank you, but Frankie will be very grateful too.

Lucas: What's up counselor?

Cass: Lucas.

Lucas: My office got a phone call, come over here immediately.

Cass: That's right.

Lucas: What does Stacey want? Is there a break in my case?

Cass: Actually, the call came from me, not Stacey.

Lucas: What's this?

Cass: Your retainer. Winthrop and Edwards is not representing you.

Amanda: You know, if you and Josie were meant to be, then there's really--

Matt: I know, I know. If we really love each other we can wait. Our love will endure and grow and all that.

Amanda: Yes.

Matt: Shh.

Amanda: That's true. Besides, Jamie is coming home today. Everybody is together. I mean, if you were to announce that you got married--

Matt: I know, it would put a damper on things.

Amanda: Yes, as if we don't have enough dampers as it is. Wait until Jamie hears what Vicky has been up to.

Rachel: He is not going to--not tonight.

Matt: Mom, you look great.

Rachel: Thank you. I don't want anybody dumping their problems on Jamie tonight. Where are the hors d'oeuvres that go here? Would somebody get them, please? I'm going to go find Paulina.

Amanda: Hmm, I wonder what he's going to think about the new nanny.

Matt: We'll soon find out.

Jamie: What are you doing with that silver? Whoa.

Paulina: Ow...my head.

Jamie: Who are you?

Paulina: I work here. Help me get up, would you? I got to get ready. My new boss is coming home tonight.

Jamie: Oh.

Paulina: I can't let him see me like this. I hear he's really uptight and really critical.

Jamie: Really, who told you that?

Paulina: Everybody I've talked--who are you?

Jamie: When was the last time that you ate?

Paulina: It really doesn't matter--

Jamie: No, no, when?

Paulina: Yesterday, I guess. I feel fine. I--

Jamie: That explains it.

Paulina: What are you doing?

Jamie: Palpating your left carotid artery so your contralateral jugular venous pulse can be timed.

Paulina: Palpitating-- who are you?

Jamie: Dr. Jamie Frame.

Paulina: Oh, my God.

Jamie: Hold still, hold still. Relax.

Paulina: Dr. Frame, I'm Steven's new nanny.

Jamie: I gathered that.

Paulina: You know, I really thought you'd be much older and much more... you're going to fire me, aren't you?

Frankie: Why are you asking about this?

John: Just curious.

Frankie: About what?

John: Judging from Sharlene's clothing and hair style, these photographs were taken a long time ago.

Frankie: Yeah, years and years.

John: Is one of the guys in those pictures Sharlene's first hud?

Frankie: FLD?  No, these were taken later.

John: What's got me curious is the expression.

Frankie: Yeah. She looks so happy.

John: Look again, Frankie. It's more than happy. She looks manic.

Frankie: Well, I don't know about manic, John.

John: Frankie, that was the most painful time in her life. [Laughs]

Frankie: So, she's putting on a big act here?

John: Maybe.

Frankie: Look, John, it was so long ago, who can tell what's going on?

John: Did you ever know Sharlene back then?

Frankie: She--hardly ever saw her. She only came home a few times when I was growing up.

John: That's right. I remember her saying that.

Frankie: Oh, wait a minute.

John: What?

Frankie: There was that one time there was some trouble one summer.

John: What kind of trouble?

Frankie: Sharlene came home and--and she was really wired.

John: Wired? Like how?

Frankie: It's hard for me to say, you know. I was just a little kid. But you know, my mom and Sharlene, they're--they're sisters. They're real close and that summer they were fighting like cats and dogs.

John: About what?

Frankie: Like I said, I was a little kid. All I heard was a lot of yelling going on behind closed doors.

John: And you don't have any idea of what was going on?

Frankie: Could be that that was when Mama found out what Sharlene was doing for a living, but I don't know that for sure.

John: That would make sense.

Frankie: All I remember is that Sharlene was really emotional, you know? Kind of frantic. I haven't seen her that way in years.

Sharlene: [Laughing]

John: Sure?

Frankie: Not until recently.

Iris: Taking a little break, are we, Vivien?

Vivien: I don't know about you. I am.

Iris: We're expecting company.

Vivien: Lucas isn't what I call company. He just hangs out here.

Iris: But you don't object to Lucas, do you? I mean, you like Lucas, don't you?

Vivien: Uh.

Iris: Uh. What does that mean, "uh"? "Uh" you object to Lucas or "uh" you like Lucas?

Vivien: The only thing that counts is that you love him.

Iris: Ah, Vivien, what is this peculiar mood you've been in all day? You haven't done a lick of work and there's dust everywhere.

Vivien: What difference does it make?

Iris: Dust? What difference does dust make? Am I hearing right here?

Vivien: You're out of here anyway.

Iris: Oh God, you've been to that astrologer again, haven't you? They told you to be obtuse, right? Right? Vivien, would you talk to me please? Would you answer me, Vivien?

Vivien: I do get severance pay, don't I? Two weeks will do it.

Iris: What on earth are you talking about?

Vivien: You and Lucas are getting married and you're going to go out of here. And you're going to go and live in his hotel room. And they've got maid service and room service, and they pick up and they deliver all their cleaning. So you don't need me anymore. So it's, "goodbye, Vivien. Yoo-hoo, so long, sweetie. Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and try to smile!"

Iris: You know, sometimes you make me so mad I could--I could pinch you!

Vivien: Well, go ahead! Do your worst. I don't care. I'm used to it.

Iris: You're so stupid. Now, what is this stupid nonsense? You're not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. When--both of us--neither of us are going anywhere.

Vivien: I'm not?

Iris: [Sighs] No. No, I love this penthouse.

Vivien: This is the best place you've ever had.

Iris: [Exhales] Well, we're happy here, aren't we?

Vivien: Very happy.

Iris: Lucas will be happy here. We'll be like a big family.

Vivien: Happy family.

Iris: Besides, I'd be lost without you.

Vivien: Without me?

Iris: Yeah. What would I do without you? I'd be up to my knees in dust.

Vivien: In dust? Well, Mrs. Wheeler, I will clean the place up, and I'll clean it from stem to stern and top to bottom and--and from widdleton to waddleton. [Laughs] You're really wonderful. You're the greatest, Mrs. W.

Iris: [Laughs] Well, not the greatest, but maybe in the top 5, huh?

Vivien: [Laughs]

Ada: Ah!

Matt: Whoa, God.

Ada: What happened to the crab dip?

Matt: I was just wondering the same thing, believe it or not.

Amanda: Well, don't put it out because he's got that lean and hungry look. If you set out crab dip, he'll eat all of it before Jamie even gets here.

Rachel: Would you put this music out?

Matt: I certainly will.

Rachel: Ok, would you put this...

Amanda: Uh-huh.

Ada: Uh-huh finally.

Rachel: Oh boy, here he is. Oh.

Ken: I tried to call but the line was busy.

Rachel: Uh... well, the children are on it all the time. Come on in.

Ken: Listen, I need to talk to you before I leave tomorrow and--oh boy, I picked the wrong time.

Rachel: It's all--it's all right.

Ken: You're having a family dinner tonight. I completely forgot.

Rachel: Don't worry about it.

Ada: Don't worry about it, Ken. You'll help dress the room.

Ken: No, now please don't feel you have to invite me. I know this is an intrusion and I--

Ada: You're staying and you're going to help us celebrate. I hope you like prime ribs and asparagus hollandaise. What else are we having, Rachel?

Rachel: All of Jamie's favorites.

Ken: It sounds wonderful, but...

Ada: You'll stay.

Ken: If you're sure it's not an imposition.

Ada: It is not an imposition. We'll all get to know you better. Come on. Amanda, get this man an hors d'oeuvre.

Amanda: Sure. Grandma, why did you do this?

Ada: I want to get to know him better. Now I'm going into the kitchen to help Hilda, and I want you to make our guest comfortable.

Ken: Thank you, Amanda.

Amanda: Sure.

Ken: Great to see you again, Matthew.

Matt: Hey, Ken.

Ken: I've been thinking a lot about our conversation at the gala, about the trip to Nepal.

Matt: You have a good memory.

Ken: I have a piece at the Odyssey I'd like you to take a look at sometime. I brought it back from Katmandu.

Matt: Yeah, great--

Sam: Everybody, sorry I'm late.

Matt: No problem, guest of honor already stood us up.

Sam: Are you kidding? He's not here yet?

Rachel: Don't listen to him. He's being an alarmist. Hi, Sam. How are you, honey?

Amanda: Your drink.

Rachel: How was your day?

Rachel: Good?

Sam: Pretty good.

Amanda: Hi.

Sam: Hi, hope you weren't worried. Oh!

Amanda: Where were you?

Sam: Oh, well, just a very important meeting that went very well.

Amanda: Great.

Rachel: You know Ken, don't you?

Sam: Of course. He's the man I bored stiff with my paintings, remember?

Ken: I was anything but bored. In fact, I'd love to own a Sam Fowler Original one of these days.

Sam: Well, we'll talk. We'll talk. So, my brother mentioned that you two ran into each other the other day.

Ken: Oh, yes. Mitch and I have gotten to know each other quite well.

Rachel: Would you like an hors d'oeuvre?

Matt: Where's the crab dip? Grandma?

Amanda: I think I'm going to see if Hilda might need any help.

Sam: Wait, wait, wait a minute. Before you do that, I want to do this and this. Oh!

Amanda: Ah! What's with you?

Sam: Oh, it's no big deal. Just one of the biggest breaks of my career.

Amanda: Why, what happened?

Sam: I just made one of the most important sales of my career to one of the biggest buyers this side of the Mississippi.

Amanda: Ooh, Sam.

Sam: Yeah, well, it was just an impromptu meeting. Caroline didn't know what was going to happen.

Amanda: So, this guy just loved your stuff?

Sam: Love...The guy--oh, he bought my work. Bought. And he wants to see more.

Amanda: Oh, that's great. I'm really happy for you.

Sam: Oh, things are finally starting to come together for us. You know, finally starting to fall into place.

Jamie: They actually said that I was an uptight, pompous fool?

Paulina: No. Mm-mm. What they said was that you are an uptight, demanding perfectionist.

Jamie: Mm, that's much better.

Paulina: Why are you staring at me?

Jamie: Stacey didn't tell me.

Paulina: Tell you what?

Jamie: That you, uh... don't look like the others.

Paulina: Oh. [Clears throat] The others?

Jamie: We interviewed 2,000 nannies before I left for Europe. You are, uh... very different from every one of them.

Paulina: I see. And I bet they were all perfectly well-dressed, and their hair was up in nice little neat buns, right?

Jamie: A lot of them were handsomely dressed, yes. Some nice buns, too.

Paulina: And then you have to come home to me. A total wreck.

Jamie: A total wreck who goes dead faint the moment she sees me.

Paulina: Ah! I can't believe I did that.

Jamie: Actually, I'm flattered. Women don't usually faint when they first see me.

Paulina: Oh, no?

Jamie: A few have kind of gasped. But fainted? This was a new experience for me.

Paulina: For me, too. Believe me.

Jamie: I also didn't expect you to, uh... no, never mind.

Paulina: What?

Jamie: No, it's not important.

Paulina: No, tell me.

Jamie: I thought that you would be older.

Paulina: Then we're even. Stacey actually described me that way?

Jamie: Well, she certainly didn't stress the fact that you were under 40.

Paulina: Well, she didn't tell me that you were under 40 either. I mean, not that it matters that I really care one way or the other because you're not the important one.

Jamie: What?

Paulina: I mean, I'm--I'm only employed by you.

Jamie: Right.

Paulina: So, the point is that Steven is the important one, and he was exactly the right age I expected him to-- I mean--

Jamie: I know what you mean.

Paulina: Oh, boy.

Jamie: What's wrong?

Paulina: Well, I must be nervous. I'm acting like a total idiot.

Jamie: You're doing just fine.

Paulina: Yeah right, then why is my mouth dry? Why are my hands freezing? Why do my eyes twitch?

Jamie: It is, isn't it?

Paulina: Mm. I hate when I get like this.

Jamie: Then don't.

Paulina: Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say.

Jamie: I mean, at least wait until I give you good reason to be. Look, I'm sure I'm going to be very upset with you from time to time, and then it will be completely natural to be nervous as hell.

Paulina: Oh, I can hardly wait.

Jamie: Until then, why don't we just go meet the others?

Paulina: What time is it? Oh my--I've kept you here so long. Your family must be going crazy wondering where--where you are.

Jamie: No problem. I like making a big entrance. Come on.

Paulina: No, wait. I can't let them see me like this.

Jamie: I'll tell you what; I'll show you the back staircase. You change and come on back down as if nothing had happened.

Paulina: Ok.

Vivien: ...Canister as long as we're going to be here.

Iris: Canister?

Vivien: Instead of a bag because a bag breaks and then things go this way and then that way and it kind of defeats the purpose.

Iris: Right.

Vivien: Doesn't it? Makes for twice the work.

Iris: Mm-hmm.

Vivien: And then that's enough--something else that just doesn't get done.

Iris: Vivien?

Vivien: Yes, ma'am.

Iris: What on earth are you talking about?

Vivien: A vacuum cleaner. We need a new one with a canister.

Iris: Do I look like the sort of person who knows anything about vacuum cleaners? Do I look like the sort of person who knows the difference between a bag and a can--whatever?

Vivien: Ister--ister-- canister!

[Doorbell buzzes]

Iris: Ok, canister.

Vivien: Mr. Clarence, I presume? I will run that by Mrs. Wheeler.

Iris: What is it, Vivien?

Vivien: Felicia Gallant is downstairs wishing to see you.

Iris: Felicia? I wonder what she wants.

Vivien: What does she want?

Iris: Don't worry, just show her up.

Vivien: It's a big thumbs up, Mr. C.

Iris: Well, this should be fun.

Vivien: How much fun could it be? You hate each others' guts.

Iris: Felicia and I have had our differences in the past.

Vivien: That's what I mean; you hate each others' guts.

Iris: [Laughs] Well, hello.

Felicia: Hello. I'm not catching you at a bad time, am I?

Iris: Oh, yes, simply terrible time. We were just discussing vacuum cleaners. Vivien, why don't you take Ms. Gallant's coat?

Vivien: So, what's it going to be, the canister model or what?

Iris: Well, if in your opinion, the canister is better than the bag, yes, I think you should order the canister.

Vivien: Great, thanks.

Iris: Well?

Felicia: Well, I'm sure you're wondering why I came over here.

Iris: I'm dying to know. I know I'm not your favorite person.

Felicia: Actually, I've been thinking about that a lot lately. And I've decided that it's time that we bury the hatchet.

Iris: You've decided, have you?

Felicia: Lucas is a good friend of mine, Iris. An old friend. And I want to keep that friendship.

Iris: I see.

Felicia: So, I think the least that we can do is try and be civil to one another.

Iris: Oh, but we're being terribly civil to one another. Drink, Felicia?

Felicia: Yes, thank you. Actually, I was talking more long term.

Iris: Well, now you've really got me intrigued. Brandy or scotch?

Felicia: Brandy. Thank you. Intrigued by what?

Iris: By your sincerity. I mean I wonder about your sincerity because I know you disapprove of Lucas' decision.

Felicia: Oh, well, I totally understand why he wants to go ahead with this marriage.

Iris: You do?

Felicia: Given the fact that I have a happy marriage myself.

Iris: And you think that's why he's marrying me?

Felicia: All I'm saying, Iris, is that I totally accept that this marriage is going to take place. I just don't want there to be any more bad feelings between us.

Iris: You know, I'm having a little trouble with this.

Felicia: Well, that's ok, because frankly, I'm having a little trouble with it myself.

Iris: Well, I admire your frankness.

Felicia: Good. It seems to be a quality that I just can't rid myself of.

Iris: [Tsk tsk] Just what do you hope to accomplish?

Felicia: Smoother waters. I have a feeling that our paths are going to cross a lot more frequently now.

Iris: Perhaps.

Felicia: So, I think that we need to work on our relationship.

Iris: You--you want us to be friends?

Felicia: [Chuckling] Well, I think we ought to take it one step at a time.

Iris: Good, so do I.

Felicia: Good. Thanks for the drink.

Iris: Felicia. I really wish you would try to be happy for Lucas and for me.

Felicia: Oh, I'm gonna give this one hell of a shot.

Iris: Great. I was hoping that's what you'd say, because you give the most fantastic parties.

Felicia: Parties?

Iris: Mm-hmm. And Tops is definitely the place to be these days.

Felicia: Iris, you're the perle mesta of this town. The Iris Wheeler winter ball. The Iris Wheeler Gala. Remember?

Iris: Yes, but I'm going to be so busy now, and... you know, planning an engagement party takes so much time.

Felicia: Are you saying you want me to plan your engagement party?

Iris: Oh, I'd love you to plan our engagement party. Would you? It would mean so much to Lucas. What do you say?

Felicia: You're on.

Lucas: I hired Stacey. I didn't hire you.

Cass: Stacey's my partner.

Lucas: Stacey accepted. If she's planning on dropping me, I'll hear it from her.

Cass: Hey, I'm the senior in this firm. I decide what clients we take on.

Lucas: Did you happen to tell Stacey about this?

Cass: I have to think about this firm and the kind of damage you can do to it.

Lucas: I can get you the publicity you never dreamed of.

Cass: Yeah, right, bad publicity. I want us to be known as reputable.

Lucas: Reputable? You're refusing to defend an innocent man. That's not reputable.

Cass: You're a lot of things, Lucas, but innocent is not one of them. Now excuse me, I've got a lot of work to do.

Lucas: I'm not going anywhere.

Cass: Get out of here.

Lucas: You want me out of here you better get some help.

Cass: No, I'm not going to need any help to get you out of--

Frankie: Whoa, whoa--hey, guys. Guys, what is the problem?

Cass: He is.

Lucas: I can handle this, Frankie.

Frankie: Yes, I know you can. And I know you can, too. But I'm nosey, so humor me. What's going on?

Lucas: Ok, ok. Cass here, he thinks that he--he's the scales of justice. Stacey accepted my case and he wants to drop it.

Cass: It's dropped.

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: What?

Frankie: May I speak to you for a moment? Excuse us. Hey. Bad move, Counselor.

Cass: You're not going to cop any pleas for this guy, are you, Frankie?

Frankie: You're going to go behind Stacey's back to get at Lucas? That's terrific.

Cass: She knows how I feel.

Frankie: Listen to me, Cass. A: Stacey is going to be very angry if you go behind her like this. B: Over the past couple of months, I have gotten to know Lucas pretty well. And he's treated me very well. He's done some good things--

Cass: Frankie, Frankie.

Frankie: Listen to me. He has done some good things for me, even when he had every reason not to. And beyond that... way beyond that, I cannot believe that you would deny that man the chance to get the best representation he can get. Isn't that what the law is all about?

Cass: I really hate it when you're right.

Frankie: Yeah, I know you do. So sue me. You're gonna let Stacey represent him?

Cass: A cooler head has prevailed. We will represent you.

Lucas: Thank you, Frankie.

Cass: But if you're not straight with Stacey, if you hurt her in any way, I'll come looking for you.

Lucas: Bye, Frankie.

Frankie: See you later, Lucas. Thank you, Cass.

Cass: Well, you had a point. A couple of good points, actually. And if we're gonna be together, work things out, I have to listen to what you have to say.

Frankie: No, you don't have to.

Cass: You're right, but I want to. Isn't that something?

Frankie: What?

Cass: Well, no lightning bolts, no sprinklers going off, no cops busting in. You must be making progress.

Sharlene: [Sighs] No, I don't need this. I don't need this.

Ada: Tell me about your family, Ken.

Ken: There's not much to tell.

Ada: Ah, skeletons in the closet, eh?

Rachel: Mom. Don't cross-examine him.

Ken: I don't mind.

Ada: How am I gonna find out anything about him if I don't ask him any questions?

Ken: Right.

Rachel: Sorry.

Ada: Jamie.

Jamie: You started the party without us.

Rachel: Oh, come in here and say hello.

Jamie: And here I thought you'd all be sitting around expectantly just waiting for our entrance.

Amanda: What an ego.

Jamie: Mm, hello.

Rachel: We thought you weren't even gonna show up and you awakened Steven, gotten him all dressed up and everything.

Jamie: Oh, I wouldn't wake him up, would I? You look great, Mom.

Rachel: So do you, sweetie.

Ada: How long have you been in this house? And give me a kiss.

Jamie: Not long.

Ada: [Makes kissing sound]

Jamie: Grandma, you're as gorgeous as always.

Ada: You too, gorgeous.

Jamie: Steven, you've got some good-looking family here.

Rachel: So, where have you been?

Jamie: I snuck in the back and spent a little time with my little son here. Hey, Matt, how you doing?

Matt: It's about time you got here, Jamie.

Hilda: Have some of your favorite crab dip, Dr. Frame.

Ada: Ah, crab dip, hooray!

Jamie: You mean Matthew actually left me some?

Matt: My self control was working overtime. They wouldn't let me have any.

Jamie: [Laughs] Good to see you, Hilda.

Hilda: Welcome back, Dr. Frame.

Jamie: Thank you.

Rachel: You know Ken, don't you, Jamie?

Jamie: Sure I do. And you know Steven, my son, I'm sure?

Ken: No, no, but I've heard a lot about him.

Jamie: So, how have you been?

Ken: Great, great. Anxious to hear about your travels in France.

Jamie: More work than sightseeing, I'm afraid.

Ken: I was in Rouen myself a few months ago.

Jamie: Really? I didn't get there this trip.

Ken: You should try to get there next time. Fascinating city, extraordinary history.

Rachel: I'm afraid I'm going to have to go down to the kitchen. So if you'll excuse me.

Ada: ...Me too.

Rachel: Do you want me to take the baby, hon?

Jamie: Don't you dare. This kid is hanging out with his dad tonight, aren't you, big guy?

Rachel: Look at Jamie and that baby. That baby is in seventh heaven.

Ada: Jamie and Ken seem to be getting along very well.

Rachel: They're just talking about the trip.

Rachel: Paulina, don't you look pretty tonight.

Paulina: Oh, thank you. I hope you didn't need me.

Ada: Everything is going along swimmingly.

Amanda: Paulina. I want to introduce you to Jamie, come on. Jamie, this is Paulina Cantrell. She's Steven's new governess.

Jamie: Right.

Amanda: Did the two of you meet upstairs already?

Jamie: No, no, I don't believe we've met. Pleasure to meet you, Paulina.

Paulina: It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Frame.

Frankie: Look, I know the curse will never let us get together.

Cass: Here we go again.

Frankie: I am trying to say something important here, Cass.

Cass: I'm sorry.

Frankie: Are you gonna let me have my say or are you gonna keep interrupting me?

Cass: I'm listening.

Frankie: Ok, now look, you are too good a person for me to drop completely.

Cass: So, you want to drop me incompletely.

Frankie: Oh, there you go again.

Cass: I'm sorry. I couldn't resist that one.

Frankie: [Sighs] Look, I've come up with a compromise.

Cass: Compromise.

Frankie: The curse only applies to the objects of my desire. In other words, people I'm in love with.

Cass: In other words.

Frankie: So, if you and I aren't romantically involved...

Cass: Are not ro-- go on.

Frankie: Naturally, the curse doesn't apply.

Cass: Naturally.

Frankie: After all, we did hang out together for months and no disasters hit us.

Cass: True.

Frankie: It's--it's only when we started getting closer that the bad things started happening. So, I would like to go back to the way we were before. You know, when--when I was working for you and we were just friends.

Cass: Oh, we were never friends. You were an annoyance.

Frankie: I can be that again.

Cass: Ok, I guess we could give that a try.

Frankie: Oh. Great, great.

Cass: Good.

Frankie: I'm glad we got that all straightened out.

Cass: Oh, me too. When do we start?

Frankie: Uh, now?

Cass: Terrific! I am so swamped; I can't begin to tell you. Here's a pile of contracts. Could you file those for me?

Frankie: Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Cass: And listen you--you never described that old Sicilian grandma to me. What was her name again?

Frankie: Almo.

Cass: Almo. Right, right. What was she like, this bestower of curses?

Frankie: Did you ever see the Scottish play?

Cass: Oh, yes.

Frankie: You know, the Three witches.

Cass: Know it well. "Double, double, toil and trouble?"

Frankie: That's the one. She was like all three rolled into one. I think she had eye of newt with her zucchini.

Cass: A real old crony, eh?

Frankie: Oh, yeah. Someone you should give a definitely wide berth to. And unfortunately, I didn't do that.

Felicia: Oh, and the ice sculptures. Now, my pastry chef is a bit of a lunatic, but he really can do wonders with a block of ice.

Iris: That sounds wonderful. In fact, everything you've suggested sounds very exciting. Just great.

Felicia: Listen, it's getting late and I really should call Tops. Would you mind if I use your phone?

Iris: Oh, no, not at all. Vivien!

Vivien: Yes, ma'am.

Iris: Close at hand as usual.

Vivien: Ready to do your beckoning. Beck away.

Iris: Vivien, would you please show Ms. Gallant to the library and let her make her telephone call in private.

Vivien: Yeah, come on. Private.

Felicia: Thank you, Iris.

Iris: Pleasure.

Lucas: I am sorry I'm late, darling.

Iris: That's all right. I'm getting used to it.

Lucas: Things came up.

Iris: Mm-hmm.

Lucas: Mm-hmm.

Iris: And would one of those things be Josie?

Lucas: [Chuckles] Now what is that supposed to mean?

Iris: Well, I was talking to Matthew earlier. He was in a terrible mood and he said that you and Josie had gone off to run some personal errands.

Lucas: Yes, we did. We went to get something for you.

Iris: Is that for me?

Lucas: Well, open it.

Iris: [Laughs] I can't wait. Lucas. It's beautiful.

Lucas: Well, it'll be a lot more beautiful on your finger. Let me see.

Iris: I love it. I love it! And I love you, I love you. [Laughs] Oh, Felicia. Look at my engagement ring. Isn't it beautiful?

Rachel: Did you see Steven's face? He was positively glowing when you were standing there holding him.

Jamie: I was afraid he'd start walking while I was gone, Mom.

Rachel: You won't miss all the rest of the firsts that he has to give you. And there are lots of them, believe me. Oh, it's good to have you home.

Jamie: Mom, will you be coming home soon, too?

Rachel: Um--I don't know. Oh. Come on in, everybody.

Ken: Table looks great.

Rachel: Oh, thank you. It does, doesn't it? All right, let's sit down, everybody. Dinner's going to be served.

Ken: Ok. Here, let me get this for you.

Rachel: Thank you.

Amanda: Thanks, that's nice. Ok. No, you can't sit there. That's Daddy's chair.

Rachel: Amanda.

Ken: I'm sorry, I...

Rachel: No, it's all right, it's all right.

Amanda: Maybe we should have made out place cards.

Jamie: This is hardly a formal dinner, Amanda.

Rachel: It really doesn't matter, really.

Ken: I'd be happy to...

Rachel: Please sit.

Ada: Everybody sit any place that they want to sit. Now let's have a toast.

Amanda: Matthew.

Jamie: Yes, indeed.

Sam: Yeah, yeah.

Jamie: A toast to--well, I can't really toast to my own return, can I? That would be egotistical.

Matt: And very appropriate.

Amanda: That would be just like you.

Sam: [Laughs]

Jamie: All right, then.

Amanda: [Laughs]

Jamie: A toast to my wonderful family.

Rachel: Oh, yes, wonderful.

Ken: And our new friend.

Jamie: Yes.

Rachel: Yes.

Jamie: Thank you all for taking care of Steven while I was gone.

Rachel: It's a hardship.

Jamie: [Laughs] And for always being there for--for me and for him.

Sam: Cheers.

Matt: Here, here.

Sam: Cheers.

Rachel: Mm--guess what, everybody. I've just learned a new piece of information that I think you'll all be grateful to hear. I know I was.

Ken: Rachel, I, uh--I don't think--

Rachel: It's ok. Do you remember around Christmas time, when I got hurt and we didn't know who it was that had brought me into the hospital? Well, he happens to be sitting right at the end of this table.

Matt: What?

Ada: What?

Rachel: Yep.

Ada: [Laughs]

Lucas: Fanny.

Felicia: Hello, Luke.

Lucas: What are you doing here?

Iris: Oh, darling, I've got the most wonderful news. Felicia is going to have our engagement party.

Vivien: I beg everyone's pardon, but an editor of "Brava" is on the phone and needs to speak to Mrs. Wheeler pronto, if not sooner.

Iris: Oh, no, not another crisis. Excuse me, please.

Lucas: [Chuckles] So, you're going to give the party.

Felicia: Well, I thought it was time that Iris and I called a truce.

Lucas: What about me?

Felicia: What about you?

Lucas: Fanny, we were supposed to stay away from one another.

Felicia: No, no, I never agreed to that. We're friends, Luke. We will always be friends.

Lucas: You know, there are people who are going to think you're out of your mind for doing this.

Felicia: We share a daughter. We share history. I don't think you can change that. It's forever.

John: Didn't know you were home.

Sharlene: [Sighs] Just got back. Just--just this minute.

John: How you doing?

Sharlene: I'm fine. I'm a little late, though, so I guess dinner is, too. Sorry. I--I meant to marinate some chicken. I'll do that now.

John: Sharlene, I'm not interested in dinner. I'm interested in how you're feeling.

Sharlene: Like I said, I'm fine.

John: Are you? Are you really?

Sam: Yeah, I know and I'm sorry. I had a meeting with my agent. No. No, now is not a good time. We just finished dinner and the whole family is here. Ok. Ok. I'll tell you what, I'll call you tomorrow or the next day, then we'll get-- ...tomorrow. Right. Yeah, I understand. I'll talk to you then, ok? Right. Bye. Boy, is she persistent.

Amanda: Who?

Sam: Vicky. [Mimicking Vicky's voice] I just have to see you. [Groans]

Amanda: Why would Vicky want to talk to you?

Sam: Who knows? Whoa, wasn't that weird about your mom and Ken?

Amanda: Yeah, that was weird.

Sam: That's strange. A guy saves her life and doesn't even tell her.

Amanda: Why wouldn't he tell her? What was he doing there in the first place? It's just too weird that she ended up working for him.

Sam: Well, they did try to explain that over dinner, didn't they?

Amanda: Yeah, but I don't buy it.

Sam: It's weird. That's for sure.

Ada: Well, I just wish we'd known about it sooner.

Ken: Why? I really didn't want to--

Ada: Don't be so modest, Ken. You saved Rachel's life.

Matt: Didn't even tell anybody.

Jamie: Matt, some people don't like to draw attention to themselves.

Matt: Yeah, I know, I know, I just think--

Jamie: You just think that if you had saved someone's life, you probably would have hired a skywriter.

Sam: We all thank you, Ken.

Paulina: Sorry to interrupt.

Amanda: Paulina, the baby's asleep?

Paulina: Not Steven, I'm afraid. He's asking for his daddy.

Jamie: Now that makes my evening. Excuse me.

Paulina: I guess he's excited about your coming home.

Ada: He's not alone.

Paulina: I left him with Hilda for a minute.

Jamie: What did he say? Was it something like, "kindly tell my wonderful father that I'd like to see him?"

Paulina: No, it was something more like, "dada, dada."

Jamie: Oh, well, that'll do for now.

Rachel: Sam, you haven't told me about your meeting with Caroline.

Sam: Well, all right.

Amanda: Oh, listen to this. This is great news.

Rachel: Good.

Sam: Well, it was sort of out of the blue.

Rachel: Yes, go on.

Matt: Well, go on. Come on, let's hear it.

Ada: You sold a painting.

Sam: More than one.

Ada: Sam!

Matt: That's terrific.

Rachel: Congratulations.

Amanda: It was one of my father's favorite novels.

Ken: Studs Lonigan? It's an extraordinary book.

Amanda: You've read it, then?

Ken: Many times. It's one of my favorites, too.

Amanda: Coincidence?

Ken: I guess your father and I had quite a bit in common.

Amanda: Guess so.

Ken: It's a pity Farrell never wrote another novel after Studs. Enormous talent.

Amanda: Yes.

Ken: Amanda? Your brothers seem comfortable with me.

Amanda: Yes, they seem to be.

Ken: I wonder... why you can't be.

Amanda: I was glad you were able to stay for dinner.

Ken: You didn't answer my question.

Amanda: Mr. Jordan, you never answer any of mine.


Cass: Should accrue to the party of the first part since the party of the second part reneged on said contract with the party of the first part and other aforementioned parties. Did you get all that?

Frankie: [Sighs] A lot of partying going on here.

Cass: Yeah, I know. I guess I'm gonna have to read over the whole thing to make sure it makes sense. Look, why don't we take a break, huh?

Frankie: Why don't we go home?

Cass: Oh no, not yet.

Frankie: Oh look, 9:00 may not be late to powerful attorneys, but to the rest of the troops...

Cass: No, don't go, please.

Frankie: Oh, I'm tired.

Cass: I'm just so far behind since Vegas.

Frankie: Ugh, ok. I guess I owe you a little bit more time.

Cass: Good. Thank you.

Frankie: So, do you want me to read this back to you?

Cass: Sure, why not. Oh, who could that be?

Frankie: One surefire way of finding out.

Cass: Frankie, would you get it for me? I have to find a brief.

Frankie: I have a better idea. Why don't I get it for you?

Cass: Good idea.

Frankie: Good idea.

[Sighs] Hello. May I help you?

Woman: I'm here to see Cass Winthrop.

Frankie: Oh, sure, come on in. Cass, there's someone here to see you.

Cass: Yes, hello. Please come in.

Woman: I called earlier, remember?

Cass: Oh, yes, I most certainly do. And thank you for coming. Frankie?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Well, don't you know who this is?

Frankie: Uh, no. Should I?

Cass: I think so. This is Grandma Almo.

Lucas: Don't do this, Fanny.

Felicia: It's not a question of doing anything. It's just the way things are.

Lucas: No, it isn't. You don't know what you're getting into here.

Felicia: Now look, I'm not gonna argue with you about this, I'm not.

Lucas: Do you love Mitch?

Felicia: This has nothing to do with that. I'm Mitch's wife and--and your friend.

Lucas: You can't be both.

Felicia: Why can't I?

Lucas: Just listen to me. For the sake of your marriage and my engagement, stay away. Ok?

Iris: Now, where were we?

Rachel: Where are you going, honey?

Amanda: I have to run an errand.

Rachel: Now, at this time?

Amanda: Yeah, I won't be long. Sam's upstairs with Alli. She's having some trouble going to sleep. I'll be back before you leave, I promise.

Rachel: All right, good.

Ada: Goodnight, sweetheart. Honey, I hate to do this to you.

Rachel: Oh no, no, not mail.

Ada: It's been piling up and piling up. Try to look at it before you leave tonight, ok?

Rachel: Can it wait?

Ada: No, do it now and get it over with. Come on.

Rachel: Oh, ok. Ken, I'm sorry; I've got some work to do. I'll just be a minute.

Ken: I'm in no hurry.

Rachel: Ok.

Ada: Come on, sweetie.

Ken: It's interesting.

Matt: What?

Ken: Your mother. For all her money and all her power, she seems to have so little freedom, so many demands on her time.

Matt: Does that bother you?

Ken: I just think it's curious.

Matt: My sister thinks you're curious.

Ken: Is she curious or is she suspicious?

Matt: Maybe a little of both.

Ken: I wonder why.

Matt: I think she wonders the same thing I do.

Ken: And what's that?

Matt: What's your involvement with my mother?

Sharlene: I knew when I saw those pictures on the counter that you'd seen them.

John: Evan was looking through the scrapbook. They fell out.

Sharlene: Well... well, they're just a picture. So it doesn't really matter.

John: It's about your past, Sharlene. And it does matter. I think it's time the two of us had a talk.

Sharlene: What about? You sound serious.

John: I'm confused.

Sharlene: About what?

John: You said that you hated that part of your life.

Sharlene: I did.

John: Then why did you save these pictures?

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