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Another World Transcript Tuesday 2/7/06

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Frankie: Grandma Almo? No. No, it can't be.

Cass: Oh, it is.

Grandma Almo: Who's that?

Cass: She's the one.

Grandma Almo: Mary Frances?

Cass: Yes.

Grandma Almo: Still so skinny? You don't eat enough.

Frankie: What are you doing here? What is she doing here?

Cass: I arranged it.

Grandma Almo: A nice boy. He sent a limo.

Frankie: You what? Are you nuts? Do you want blood on your hands?

Cass: Frankie, don't panic, ok?

Frankie: She's out to get me, and you sent a chauffer to pick her up?

Cass: Hey, you and grandma just need to clear the air, that's all--

Frankie: No!

Cass: ...Then you'll realize that this curse is all in your head.

Frankie: No, it's not. Didn't Vegas prove that to you? Does another building have to fall on us? Now get her out of here before it's too late.

Cass: [Chuckles] Frankie?

Ken: So, you want to know what my intentions are toward your mother?

Matt: You sound surprised.

Ken: Just by your tone--it's so formal.

Matt: Are you going to give me an answer?

Ken: Let's do it this way. Why don't you tell me what you're worried about?

Matt: Worst case scenario. Well, that you make her vulnerable by separating her from her family. Then you go after her money.

Rachel: Matthew, what are you talking about?

Donna: Look--look. I love this one of Steven. Look, he's got his little telephone.

Vicky: I know, it looks like he's saying, "get me my secretary." Ok, all right. I think we should just get tons of all of them. I have to give some to Jamie anyway.

Donna: We do?

Vicky: Yeah, he's back in town. I'm trying to keep peace.

Donna: Have you seen him?

Vicky: Uh, not yet.

Donna: Are you upset?

Vicky: Oh, it just bothers me that he still gets to me. I mean, after everything he said and after everything he did--

Donna: You've had a child together. You're going to be tied forever.

Vicky: Is that how you feel about Dad?

Donna: I'm not talking about Michael.

Vicky: Oh, aren't you?

Donna: No, I'm not.

Vicky: Is that why you're not going home? Because he's there?

Donna: He's just waiting for me to weaken.

Vicky: He wants to try again. And you still love him. I know you do.

Donna: That's not the point. Sometimes you can love someone, and it won't work. You found that out for yourself.

Vicky: But you guys are different.

Donna: I used to think that, but I know better now. And I don't want you worrying about me. I want you to concentrate on getting somebody new for yourself.

Vicky: Oh, no. I am not ready yet.

Donna: Of course you're ready. You've always gone after what you've wanted.

Vicky: Well, that has nothing--

Donna: ...You've always been a very aggressive person--

Vicky: Yes, that's true. I have been, but--

Evan: Donna, hi.

Donna: Oh, hi, evan.

Vicky: Hi, Evan.

Sharlene: Why do we have to go over the past again?

John: Sharlene, these pictures don't fit what you've told me.

Sharlene: I told you what that time was like. It was humiliating. Now, why do you want me to rehash it again?

John: Because I'm concerned about you. You're edgy, you're distracted, you're forgetting things. Sharlene, you're just not yourself.

Sharlene: Well, you told me that was the hypoglycemia.

John: I think it was more than that.

Sharlene: What do you mean?

John: Are there still things that you feel you can't tell me about?

Sharlene: Why? Why would you even think that?

John: You didn't feel that you could tell me that you were seeing a therapist, about that fender-bender, then there was the ring.

Sharlene: John, I explained all that. Now, I--

John: Sharlene. I'm starting to see a pattern here. I don't want you keeping things from me.

Sharlene: John, it's just because we hardly have time to talk.

John: No. No, it's something more than that. Sit down. When we were on our honeymoon, you told me that you almost backed out of the wedding because you didn't feel that you deserved happiness.

Sharlene: I remember.

John: Well, there's a part of you that made you feel that way. And that part hasn't left you. It's still there.

Sharlene: John, I just need some more time.

John: No, Sharlene. You've had time. What you need now is to go back and face everything. Face it as it really was.

John: You act as if there's something that you have to make up for. Now, that's coming from your past. It has to be.

Sharlene: All right. All right, John, suppose you're right. Suppose you're right. I can't change any of it now.

John: No, you can't change it, Sharlene. But you can come to terms with it. You told me that was the most terrible, lonely time of your life.

Sharlene: And it was.

John: Sharlene, you don't look miserable.

Sharlene: I was putting on an act.

John: Look at your eyes.

Sharlene: I don't--why are you doing--why--why--

John: Sharlene, the very fact that you're getting so upset convinces me that I'm on to something.

Sharlene: John, you already know everything about me. Now, you think it's going to help to pick me apart? Just let it go. That's what I'm trying to do.

John: But you can't, can you?

Sharlene: This will make it worse.

John: Sharlene, it's the only way.

Sharlene: You're scaring me. You--you--when you act like this, you sound like...

John: Like Russ?

Sharlene: Yes.

John: Well, I'm not Russ. And I'm not the only one that thinks that you're acting strangely. Frankie's worried about you, too.

Sharlene: You talked to Frankie about me?

John: Yes.

Sharlene: And what did she say?

John: She--she said that there was a time back then when you just weren't yourself. She always felt that something had happened to you, but you wouldn't say what it was.

Sharlene: I--what was--what was I supposed to do? You're suggesting that I, what, should have broadcast the fact that I was a hooker?

John: No, I'm not saying that.

Sharlene: Hmm. What are you saying?

John: Sharlene, I want you to tell me what is eating away at you, no matter how bad it seems. Because anything would be better than this feeling that I can't get through to you.

Sharlene: Because you're always watching me! Every move I make, you're questioning me! Accusing me of lying!

John: No, I'm not.

Sharlene: Aren't you, John?

John: No.

Sharlene: All right, you tell me something. What are you afraid of? That I--I got my thrills out of turning tricks, that I secretly enjoyed that life? Is that what you really think?

Ken: Rachel, let it go.

Rachel: That was completely out of line.

Ken: No, no, it wasn't. Just direct. He's asking what everybody else in his family wants to know. Am I a fortune hunter? Can I be trusted? Those are fair questions.

Rachel: It's none of your business.

Ken: Rachel, he's your son. You're a recent widow. It's his business. I'd really like to finish my talk with him.

Rachel: Are you sure?

Ken: Yeah. I'll join you in a few minutes.

Rachel: All right.

Ken: Your mother is a force to be reckoned with, isn't she?

Matt: She's strong. She raised her children to be strong. As she's the best. I hope you realize that.

Ken: I do. Well, kid, I guess the time has come for me to lay my cards on the table.

Matt: That'd be nice.

Ken: The truth is... I don't have any designs on your mother.

Matt: Total honesty?

Ken: Total. Sorry to disappoint the clan, but no. The family, the lifestyle--it just doesn't suit me at all.

Matt: Why's that?

Ken: Too confining. Too conservative. Too public. Too claustrophobic.

Matt: Too much family.

Ken: I do like the food. I may run away with the cook.

Matt: My Mom likes you.

Ken: And I like her. We share some interests. She's very knowledgeable, very intelligent. A very hard worker. I couldn't ask for a better assistant. But I'm not looking for a partner, neither in life or in business.

Matt: Real loner?

Ken: Always have been.

Matt: Oh, my Dad thought he was one, too. So did Mac.

Ken: I'm not going to change, not for anyone. Did I just flunk the test?

Matt: Not at all. Sorry about the grilling.

Ken: Hey, I would have done exactly the same thing if I were in your shoes.

Matt: Well, in that case, let me give you the tour, and maybe we can get some of that cheesecake, if any's left.

Ken: Sounds great.

Vicky: Hi.

Evan: Are you ladies in the middle of some kind of powwow or something?

Vicky: No.

Donna: No, no. Victoria and I were just talking about--

Vicky: We were talking about Jamie. Jamie. He came back from Europe.

Evan: Oh, are you two at each other's throats?

Vicky: Not at all. I haven't seen him yet.

Evan: That explains it.

Vicky: Excuse me.

Donna: Actually, Victoria and I were talking about getting on with her life and getting past this divorce.

Vicky: Mother.

Donna: She's just too young and attractive--

Vicky: Mother.

Donna: ...To be sitting around home all the time. There's so many eligible men out--

Vicky: Stop it. Please.

Donna: All right.

Vicky: Thank you.

Evan: Donna?

Donna: Yes?

Evan: On a lighter note, I brought by some projected figures I'd like you to take a look at.

Donna: Oh, so soon?

Evan: Yeah, is--if this is a bad time--

Donna: No, no, no.

Evan: ...I can come back, because I want this to be--our minds to be strictly on business.

Donna: No, no, it's fine, but you--

Jake: Look, who I found in the hallway.

Vicky: Oh, what a surprise. Right, Evan?

Jake: Be nice.

Donna: Hi, Amanda.

Jake: And she has some very good news for us.

Donna: Really?

Amanda: Yes.

Donna: What is it?

Jake: I think I'll let her tell you.

Amanda: I know that you were really disappointed when Lucas refused your proposal for the "Sophisticate" sales training video.

Donna: Yes, we were stunned.

Jake: Donna.

Amanda: Well, I reviewed the bids, and I think that we should use Visions.

Donna: Oh, Amanda, that's wonderful.

Vicky: Gee, I wonder what changed your mind.

Amanda: Reviewing the proposals, Visions was the most straightforward.

Jake: You won't be disappointed you went with us.

Vicky: Does that mean you'll be the liaison on the project?

Amanda: No. I'm going to be too busy. Our advertising manager, Michelle Rosen, will be handling everything between Donna and Jake.

Jake: Great.

Vicky: And Evan?

Amanda: If necessary, yes.

Jake: So, when do we start?

Amanda: Well, we're all set to roll. So just give him a call tomorrow morning, ok?

Jake: Great.

Donna: This is wonderful. Thank you so much. Would you stay and help us celebrate?

Vicky: Thank you, but no. I'm on my way back to the house.

Donna: All right.

Amanda: Vicky, can I speak to you for a minute? Alone?

Vicky: Sure. Why not?

Amanda: You called Sam, didn't you?

Vicky: Your husband and I are still friends. He's a little more open-minded than you are.

Amanda: You stay away from Sam. And you better keep yourself straight at Cory Publishing or you're out.

Vicky: You've said all this already.

Amanda: I know. I'm making myself clear.

Vicky: Well, you seem awfully sure of yourself, considering what I know.

Amanda: I know that you called Sam. And if you were even thinking of telling him that I slept with Evan, don't be stupid.

Vicky: Why, because you'll fire me?

Amanda: Yes, to start with. And I will also make sure that Evan never forgives you. Good-bye.

Vicky: Good riddance. Ooh!

[Bangs on door]

Jake: Ok, Vicky, what happened?

Vicky: I hate her so much I can taste it.

Jake: [Chuckles] Remember--don't get mad, get even.

Matt: Different cultures develop the same ideas simultaneously?

Ken: Absolutely. It's documented in the artifacts.

Matt: Oh, Ken's convinced me to take "Intro to Archeology" next quarter.

Sam: You got to be kidding me. The business jock is branching out.

Rachel: Ken, would you like some coffee?

Ken: Yes, please.

Matt: Well, I don't want to get locked in. Besides, all the digging and collecting sounds fascinating. Mom, did Ken tell you about the time his plane went down in Peru?

Rachel: No, he didn't.

Matt: Yeah, it was near this temple, right?

Ken: Machu Picchu.

Matt: Machu Picchu.

Sam: Shades of Indiana Jones.

Ken: No, no, not really. There was a--thank you. There was a storm and we had to trasash the piper.

Rachel: It crashed?

Ken: More like a very rough landing. Please, please, no more shop talk.

Matt: Well, anyway, he traded airplane parts for carvings.

Jamie: Looks like you got another convert, Ken.

Ken: I certainly didn't come here as a missionary.

Sam: Excuse me. I hear Amanda. Everything all right?

Amanda: Well, I don't know if I would say that.

Sam: Oh, let me guess, another crisis?

Amanda: No, same one. I'm just trying to straighten things out, that's all.

Sam: [Sighs]

Amanda: Ken still here?

Sam: Uh-huh.

Amanda: I was kind of hoping that--

Sam: Yeah, well, he's been regaling us with his stories of his heroic exploits.

Amanda: Ah ha. Sorry I missed that.

Sam: Listen, do you think it would be considered rude if we, like, cruised upstairs?

Amanda: This is Jamie's first night back here. We really should stay. I know you didn't plan on having Ken here--neither did I--but we can stick it out.

Sam: You're such a good girl.

Amanda: I'll make it up to you.

Sam: Oh, yeah?

Amanda: Yes. In fact, I have a surprise planned.

Sam: Can you give me a hint?

Amanda: Yeah, one.

Sam: Yeah?

Amanda: You'll like it.

Sam: Well, is it something I can touch or taste?

Amanda: Oh, no. No. Forget it.

Sam: All right, all right, all right. I know when I'm licked. Anyway, when it comes to secrets, you're the best.

Donna: You know, the more we talk about this, the more I'm sure it's going to be a winner.

Evan: I'll ring you later. Jake, I'll see you.

Jake: All right, Evan.

Donna: Ah! Things seem to be coming along quite nicely.

Jake: Well, with the "Sophisticate" account, we're going to finally have some cash.

Donna: Yes, and I'm going to turn around and put the money right into the etiquette video.

Jake: What? Why would you do that?

Donna: Because it's going to be big. Evan thinks so, too.

Jake: "Sophisticate" is going to be bigger. It's a national company. We should spend time pleasing them and getting more clients just like them.

Donna: But what about the etiquette project?

Jake: I say it's on hold, permanently.

Donna: Oh, no, no. No, Jake, this is a very good idea. And we're going to have the money to back it ourselves.

Jake: Hold it Donna, hold--

Donna: The income from "Sophisticate" is going to be able to bankroll the etiquette. It's perfect for the lead backers.

Jake: For who? I'm broke. I need some salary.

Donna: You do?

Jake: Unlike yourself, Donna, I and I didn't exactly stockpile cash while I was bartending.

Donna: Oh, for heaven's sakes.

Michael: Hello? Hi.

Donna: Hi.

Michael: Uh, Donna, I'd like to speak to you for a minute.

Donna: What about?

Michael: It won't take long.

Jake: I'm not going to go through this again. I'll be upstairs.

Donna: Jake? What do you want?

Michael: Well actually, I just wanted to give you this.

Donna: Couldn't it wait till I got home?

Michael: No, no, it couldn't.

Donna: What is it?

Michael: It's just a little thank you for helping me out the other night. That party could have been a disaster. You really helped John and Elaine smooth things over.

Donna: It's not necessary.

Michael: Well, I think it is. I'd like you to have it.

Donna: Well, I'm sorry, I can't accept it.

Michael: Why not?

Donna: Because it wouldn't be fair. I don't want to give you any false hope.

Michael: Donna, come on.

Donna: Michael, it's not going to work. The divorce is going to be final soon. We're not going to get back together no matter what you buy me.

Michael: Wait a minute. I just want to give you this because I care about you. Because I really appreciate what you did. That's all.

Donna: Well, it's a little late for that. Now if you'll excuse me, I really do have to get back to work.

Michael: I'll wait.

Donna: Don't bother. I'll see you when I get home.

Michael: Oh, you will. Uh, maybe I'll just leave this here, ok? Just right there.

Donna: Suit yourself.

Jake: I take it Michael left?

Donna: Yes, he did.

Jake: Whoa. And he gave you that?

Donna: Of course he gave it to me. And I don't want it.

Jake: Hey, hey, hey. Let's not be hasty. This thing looks like it's worth a bundle.

Donna: Oh, Jake, don't be crude.

Jake: Well, since you don't want it, what do you say we hock it for some petty cash?

Donna: I'm not going to stoop that low.

Jake: You don't have to.

Donna: It's going back to Michael as soon as I get home, and that's that.

John: I'm not accusing you of anything.

Sharlene: Well, that's what it feels like.

John: Perhaps you're denying some small part of yourself.

Sharlene: That's ridiculous.

John: You may even feel guilty for--for having derived some comfort from that life--the money, the attention.

Sharlene: No! I hated everything about it.

John: Why do you think you were laughing?

Sharlene: I was trying to please the guy. That's part of the game--to convince the man that he's fantastic. How was I supposed to look?

John: I don't know.

Sharlene: You paste on a smile, and you turn off your feelings. You tell the jerk he's great when you know in your heart he's a loser just like you. You learn to be a liar, John, because the best liars make the best money.

John: Why did you save the pictures?

Sharlene: I don't know. It was an accident.

John: Sharlene, I'm not a psychiatrist but they say that there are no accidents when it comes to things like this.

Sharlene: Well, John, they're wrong. They're wrong. I don't--I don't know why you're doing this. You're dragging out everything that I'm ashamed of. I don't think this is--I know where this will lead.

John: I hope it leads to the truth.

Sharlene: The truth is that you will end up resenting me, second guessing me.

John: You're wrong.

Sharlene: You're doing it already. I knew this would happen. I know it would happen. You hate who I was, so now you're starting to hate who I am.

John: No. Sharlene, I love you. Sharlene--

Sharlene: I can't. Just...

John: I'm not going to let you run away from me.

Caroline: Hello, Michael.

Michael: Hello, Caroline.

Caroline: I thought you'd given up drinking alone.

Michael: Well, you thought wrong.

Caroline: Well, I just mean that word has it that you've moved back in with Donna, and I thought it meant you might be happy.

Michael: Well, the word is wrong. I mean, I moved back in with Donna, but that's only temporary. She's just counting the days until the divorce is final.

Caroline: Oh, I'm sorry. My mistake.

Michael: No, wait. I'm sorry. Come on, I'm acting like a jerk. Would you join me for a drink, please?

Caroline: You don't have to.

Michael: No, no, no, no, no, I want to. Besides, give me an opportunity to apologize.

Caroline: Another apology?

Michael: Caroline, I--I never should have let you set up that deal. About Lucas and the stolen art.

Caroline: But why? I mean, you were right about it.

Michael: I know. But that could have put you in great danger.

Caroline: Oh. Look, don't think about it. As far as I'm concerned, it's one of the most thrilling adventures I've ever been in. In fact, I think it's my like own chapter in a James Bond novel.

Michael: Well, maybe it is. Unless you're being shot at.

Caroline: I'm not sure I wouldn't have minded, actually.

Michael: What, are you crazy?

Caroline: Well, only in boredom. I mean, at least the Lucas affair was exciting.

Michael: Well, that seems to me the kind of excitement most people would try to avoid.

Caroline: Not me. I find anything that's out of the ordinary intriguing. I think it's marvelous that you're a spy.

Michael: Well, I wish you'd explain that to my wife.

Caroline: It wouldn't do any good. See, I'm not like most women. I know men need to have their secrets.

Michael: You accept that?

Caroline: Of course.

Michael: What are you drinking?

Caroline: Brandy.

Michael: Bartender?

Cass: Frankie, nothing is going--calm down. Nothing is going to happen to us.

Frankie: No, you're wrong. She tricked you. She hates me.

Cass: She hardly remembers you. She hardly remembers anything.

Frankie: Uh-uh--no, you're wrong. You remember me, don't you grandma? I was Tony's girl.

Grandma Almo: I know that. But which one were you? There were so many.

Frankie: What? You mean besides me and Bernadette?

Grandma Almo: Bernadette, the tramp. Her I hated. He was with her when he croaked. Too many women, always too many women.

Frankie: I was there, too, you know.

Grandma Almo: You were the little one that walked in.

Frankie: Yeah, I was the one.

Grandma Almo: Too bad. I told him. I said, "Tony, slow down." But would he listen?

Cass: I guess not.

Grandma Almo: No, he wouldn't. Not even with that bad heart.

Frankie: He had a bad heart?

Grandma Almo: Weak, from when he was a kid.

Frankie: Well, he never told me that. No one ever told me that.

Grandma Almo: Did you ask?

Frankie: Why would I ask a 27-year-old guy about his ticker?

Cass: Grandma, Frankie thinks that you blame her for Tony's death.

Grandma Almo: What?

Cass: Yeah.

Grandma Almo: Did she--did she give Tony a bad heart? Or a taste for floozies? You are a good girl. I thought you'd change him.

Frankie: Then why did you curse me?

Grandma Almo: Not a curse. A few angry words.

Frankie: No, no. It was more than that. There was all that hollering. If it hadn't been for Mario who translated for me, I wouldn't have even known what it was you were saying.

Cass: Mario, the uh,...

Frankie: The chef at the Blue Grotto where I worked, yeah.

Grandma Almo: Mario at the Blue Grotto? He learn his Italian from Berlitz. I was cursing Tony and his bimbo. My own grandson brings such shame to the family. He was a cheat. I should have told him to his face.

Frankie: I don't believe this.

Grandma Almo: You thought I bring--I wish you evil?

Frankie: Uh-huh. Bad luck to me and anyone who loves me.

Grandma Almo: No, I could never do that. Except to Bernadette. She should marry a liar like herself, who gives nothing but pain. And punk rockers for children.

Cass: Well, I'm glad we got that straightened out.

Frankie: Me, too.

Grandma Almo: Little one, I want to give you something of Tony's. Something I carry with me. I--I was so proud when he won this.

Frankie: Oh, a varsity letter.

Cass: Aw.

Frankie: What did he win it for?

Grandma Almo: From college.

Frankie: What did he win it for?

Grandma Almo: Wrestling.

Cass: Wrestling--what about his heart?

Frankie: Shh. Thank you. Thank you, Grandma Almo. It will help me remember the good times.

Grandma Almo: Tony was such a fool. You don't hurt her, uh?

Cass: Oh, no, no way.

Grandma Almo: Nice boy. The car is waiting?

Cass: It'll take you anywhere you want to go, grandma.

Grandma Almo: Just home. I wish you only good things-- both of you.

Frankie: Thank you.

Cass: Well?

Frankie: Well... if that sweet little old lady didn't jinx me, then where do all these accidents come from, Cass?

Cass: Maybe we created them.

Frankie: Do you think that's possible?

Cass: Why not? They say if you look for trouble, you'll find it eventually. I'm afraid, too, you know.

Frankie: You? What of?

Cass: The same thing as you--of loving someone.

Frankie: Giving that person the power to hurt you.

Cass: Yeah. But I'm ready to take a chance.

Frankie: You think it's ok to be afraid?

Cass: Sure, if it doesn't keep you from trying.

Vicky: Sam, it's not the best time. Oh, no, that's not it. All right. Um... ok, Sam, Amanda's been lying to you. She slept with Evan. Now, she swore she would fire me if I told you, but she's going to do that anyway. It's the truth, no matter what she tells you. Well, that ought to do it. Jake's right--get even.

[Knocks on door]

Sam: I'll get that.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: Sam, I need to talk to you for a few minutes. If you can just give me a little time alone. Oh, Jamie, hi.

Jamie: Hi, Vicky, I just got back. Come on in.

Vicky: Yeah, no, I know you got back. I just didn't expect to see--

Jamie: Look, can I take your coat?

Vicky: No, thank you. I just need to talk to Sam for a few minutes, all right?

Sam: Well, Vick, why don't you come on in? Rachel's here. I'm sure she'd love to see you.

Vicky: Oh. How was your trip?

Jamie: Good. I really needed to get away.

Vicky: That's good.

Jamie: What about you?

Vicky: Oh, same old Vicky.

Jamie: From what I hear, uh, you're doing quite well over at Cory.

Vicky: Oh?

Jamie: All reports have been very positive.

Vicky: Who've you been talking to?

Jamie: Mom, mainly.

Vicky: Oh, well, good. I respect her opinion a lot.

Jamie: Work obviously agrees with you. You've never looked better.

Vicky: Well, thank you. Isn't it a bit late for Alli to be up?

Jamie: She's a night owl. Steven's out cold.

Vicky: Weird. Weird.

Jamie: Why? Steven hasn't been sleeping?

Vicky: No, no. Talking to you like...

Jamie: Like friends?

Vicky: Yeah. I couldn't imagine you giving me a compliment a couple of months ago.

Jamie: That was a really bad time. I guess you can't avoid bad times when a marriage falls apart.

Vicky: I guess.

Jamie: Vicky, I'm sorry that I was so hard on you.

Vicky: You mean that, don't you?

Jamie: Yeah. Just took me a while to see it. Look, come on, the family's inside.

Vicky: Oh, uh. Um...

Jamie: Everybody; look who's here.

Vicky: Hi. Hi. Hi, Rachel.

Rachel: Hi, Vicky. You know Ken Jordan, don't you?

Vicky: Hello.

Rachel: This is Vicky Hudson, Steven's mother.

Ken: Hi. Congratulations. Great little kid.

Vicky: Oh, thank you.

Rachel: Can I offer you anything, honey?

Vicky: No, thank you very much.

Rachel: Coffee?

Vicky: No, I'm fine. Thanks.

Amanda: What are you doing here so late?

Vicky: Uh, actually, it's work.

Amanda: You couldn't wait till tomorrow morning?

Vicky: You're not going to be in tomorrow morning.

Amanda: What is it?

Vicky: I need your signature on the masthead. Iris wants your ok. All you have to do is initial it. I forgot to give it to you.

Amanda: I swear, Iris is such a stickler sometimes.

Vicky: Yeah, I guess so. And I wanted to give these to Jamie. Thank you. Jamie, these are new pictures of Steven. I thought you might like them. Well, good night. Sorry to interrupt.

Sam: It's ok. Vicky, I'll call you.

Vicky: Yeah.

Jamie: I'll walk you out.

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: I heard you gave Paulina a thumbs up.

Vicky: Yeah, do you like her?

Jamie: So far. She seems like she's going to work out good for both of us. Especially now that Steven has two working parents.

Vicky: Right.

Jamie: Thanks for the photos, Vicky.

Vicky: Oh, you're welcome.

Jamie: You drive safely.

Vicky: I will. Good night. Good night.

John: The last thing I want to do is to drive you away from me.

Sharlene: This is exactly what I was afraid would happen the first time I told you about myself.

John: Why? What do you think I'm doing?

Sharlene: You're obsessing about my past. You can't let it go, so now you read it into everything I say, everything I do. It happened to Russ. And now it's happening with you.

John: No. No, it isn't. Sharlene, look at me. I'm not angry. I love you. It hurts me to see you in so much pain. I--I can't pretend it doesn't exist. Sharlene, you just haven't been acting like yourself.

Sharlene: Oh, and you have? Oh, John, couldn't this have something to do with the fact that you work for days at a time? That Frame Construction has two-thirds of its workers laid off? That I'm working two jobs and we still are broke?

John: Yes, we're both under a lot of stress.

Sharlene: And that's the present, John. That's life in the 1990s. It has nothing to do with who or what I was years ago--it doesn't.

John: Let's just forget about it for now.

Sharlene: For now? Please--please can't we just let it go? Please?

Michael: Well, would you like another?

Caroline: Actually, I have a nicer cognac at my place.

Michael: Well, that's--that's a very nice offer, but I don't think so.

Caroline: Well, if things get too depressing over there, you can always come by for a visit. No problems, no questions asked.

Michael: I'll remember that.

Caroline: I hope so. Well, I'm going to say good night.

Michael: Well, uh, I tell you what. I'm going in that direction. We've had little bit too much drink. I got my limo, I got my driver. Could drop you off on the way?

Caroline: Well, I can't argue with that.

Michael: Good, it'll be fun. Hi.

Vicky: Hi.

Michael: Bye.

Caroline: Hi.

Evan: Vicky?

Vicky: Wasn't that amusing--my father with Caroline Stafford--

Evan: Stay out of it. Now, what was so urgent that you had me meet you here?

Vicky: Do you have a table?

Evan: Yes, right over here. And why did you go tearing out of Visions like that?

Vicky: Oh, sorry. Here. Thank you. What did you say?

Evan: Why did you go tearing out of Visions like that?

Vicky: Oh, I was brainstorming.

Evan: Oh, I see.

Vicky: I have a plan. I need your help, Evan.

Evan: Fine, as long as it's not about booting Amanda out of Cory.

Vicky: How much longer are you going to be on her side?

Evan: This isn't about sides. If you think you can get Amanda out of her father's company, you're as nutty as a squirrel's dinner. Now st--leave it alone.

Vicky: I can't.

Evan: Why are you so hell-bent to ruin Amanda?

Vicky: Because she is about to fire me and I can't let her do it.

Evan: I think it's a little more than that.

Vicky: Ok. She has been lording it over me ever since Jamie and I first started having problems. She was my friend, and then she dumped me like a hot potato. She has turned Jamie against me already, and she will do the same thing with Steven unless I show her my strength.

Evan: No, I don't think she--

Vicky: Besides, I love my job at Cory Publishing. It's the only thing in my life that means something to me besides Steven. I got over three dozen letters from single mothers after they read my article in "Sophisticate," Evan.

Evan: Really?

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Evan: That's great.

Vicky: I know. I feel like I can do something with what I've learned. I can't let Amanda take that from me, too.

Evan: Good. Then why don't you try concentrating on your job instead of trying to get Amanda?

Vicky: I will do that. You can teach me.

Evan: Where are you going?

Vicky: To call my mother.

Evan: Why?

Vicky: Because she has every right to know that my father is seeing Caroline Stafford.

Evan: Vicky, stay out of it.

Vicky: Evan, maybe if she knows that he's dating--

Evan: Let me tell you something right now. If you want to get anywhere in this world, you are going to have to learn to keep your mouth shut.

Donna: Who was that?

Jake: The landlord. He, uh--he wants his last two months rent.

Donna: Two months? Jake, I thought you were paying the bills. We can't lose this studio. Where are we going to keep all this equipment?

Jake: Where are we going to keep me, or have you forgotten I live here? And I have been telling you about the bills.

Donna: All right. I'll pay the rent on the studio.

Jake: And I need a salary.

Donna: Well, I'll loan you some money then. How much do you want?

Jake: I am not a charity case. I have busted my butt to get this business off the ground. There wouldn't be a business if it wasn't for me, and I deserve money. Donna, am I--I am a reasonable man. Don't make me say anything I'm going to regret, all right?

Donna: Like what?

Jake: Like you are a spoiled brat when you don't get what you want.

[Phone ringing]

Donna: I'll get it, darling. Hello, Visions.

Vicky: Mom?

Donna: Hi, darling, are you all right? You left in such a hurry.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm at Tops. Guess who I ran into.

Donna: I couldn't possibly.

Vicky: Dad.

Donna: How nice.

Vicky: He was leaving with Caroline Stafford.

Donna: So?

Vicky: Well, I thought after you two moved in together, you were going to try and work things out.

Donna: Well, that's what he says he wants, but look how he's behaving.

Donna: Mom, if you don't give in a little and give him some hope, he's going to give up.

Donna: That's fine with me.

Donna: You really want him to be with another woman.

Donna: I have survived Arianne, Iris, and believe me, I don't think Caroline Stafford is going to affect me in the least. It just makes me grateful to be free of him.

Vicky: Yeah, well, that's easy to say now. But you two do belong together.

Donna: That's what children always want to think about their parents. I'm sorry, darling.

Jake: What now?

Donna: It seems that Michael has himself a new woman.

Jake: What?

Donna: Well, maybe now he'll stop bothering us and interfering with our work.

Ken: Well, what do you think? Did I pass?

Rachel: My children are terribly well intentioned, but they're rather transparent.

Ken: You know, the last time I was so closely scrutinized was in Papua New Guinea, and I had to pass the initiation rites into a warrior tribe.

Rachel: [Laughs] I think they like you.

Ken: Well, I like them. I understand now how much you miss being away from them.

Rachel: It's very easy to get caught up in their day-to-day lives.

Ken: Well, having kids, watching them grow--it must be really something.

Rachel: Well, it's never boring. Thank you for talking Matthew into taking the archaeology course.

Ken: Hope he likes it.

Rachel: What he said earlier-- he's trying very hard to be man of the family. He misses Mac a lot.

Ken: And I'm hardly what anyone would call a father figure.

Rachel: I didn't mean that.

Ken: No, it's all right. I explained to him I have absolutely no designs on his world. It's much too formal. Much too permanent.

Rachel: I used to want to believe that myself. I've learned once again the hard way--nothing is forever.

Ken: I just mean I like to travel light. Always have. In fact, I should get home and pack.

Rachel: You're leaving for Arizona so soon?

Ken: You sound disappointed. I thought you'd be happy to see me go.

Rachel: It's just that restoring priceless artifacts to their rightful owners sounds sort of neat.

Ken: Rachael, no.

Rachel: No, what?

Ken: You've been hinting about this for two days.

Rachel: Hinting about what?

Ken: Coming with me. And you can't.

Rachel: Why not?

Ken: Because I never take women on these things. They can't take the heat or the cold or the hours or the food or the insects.

Rachel: Well, that sounds terribly sexist.

Ken: Look, you belong here. It's elegant, it's safe.

Rachel: I don't always need to be safe.

Ken: Rachel, maybe next time, huh?

Rachel: Well, what's wrong with now?

Ken: Nobody's going to cater to you.

Rachel: I don't need people to cater to me.

Ken: No, no, no.

Rachel: Well, just think about it.

Frankie: You know I cursed myself.

Cass: You did?

Frankie: Yeah, I did. Made myself over with all these quirks and eccentricities and fashion statements and all these big roadblocks between me and the rest of the world.

Cass: The rest of the world or me?

Frankie: Well, especially you.

Cass: Why?

Frankie: Because I was afraid to care for you. Care? Who am I kidding? I was afraid to love you. Afraid to be loved back. Oh, this is great. Now you think I'm an even bigger basket case.

Cass: No, no. I was just thinking that we've both suffered from curses.

Frankie: You mean the "what sort of club would have me for a member?" Curse?

Cass: Mm-hmm. That I've got those "gee, why don't you love me? Oh, you do? I'll see you later" blues.

Frankie: I'm familiar with that concept, yeah.

Cass: So what do we do now?

Frankie: Start over again.

Cass: Now, there's a novel idea. But I like it.

Frankie: So do I. Thank you, Cass, for, um, getting me through this thing with Grandma Almo and not throwing in the towel. You know, a lesser man would've bolted a long time ago.

Cass: Yeah, but we both know that I'm exceptional. I'm a manly man, not a girly man, and--

Frankie: Oh, Lord.

Cass: ...And furthermore, we have to stick around together a little longer, at least until after dinner, right?

Frankie: Ooh, food. Where do we go?

Cass: Your pick.

Frankie: Anything but Italian.

[Cass chuckles]


>> I put a spell on you

because you're mine

Donna: Would you like to come by my place for a nightcap?

Jake: You afraid of going home alone?

Donna: No, I just thought you might feel like it.

Jake: Why, because we had such a swell evening arguing about money?

Donna: No. Because sometimes it strikes me what a wonderful friend you've been to me.

Jake: Thanks, but no thanks.

Donna: Why not?

Jake: Well, these invitations only seem to come when you're mad at Michael, and actually, I'm tired of being used.

Donna: You arrogant, conceited little puppy.

Jake: Mm-hmm.

Donna: Do you think that I'm actually trying to--

Jake: Trying to come on to me? Yes, I do.

Donna: I don't know why I bother. I--honest--I really--

Jake: You know something, Donna? You know something? I don't know why I bother either. But this time I'm leaving first. You lock up, all right? And don't forget your jewelry.

Sharlene: Who are you?

Ken: And at night you can freeze to death on a desert. See, most people don't realize that. They die of exposure. Rachel, you wouldn't last 10 minutes out there.

Rachel: Are you trying to talk me out of this or are you saying no?

Ken: Did I mention the snakes?

Rachel: Yes, number of times. You don't have me convinced.

Ken: All right.

Rachel: All right what?

Ken: All right, you can come if you want to.

Rachel: When do we start?

Ken: But think about this. We are going to be near a sacred Indian site searching for stolen ceremonial artifacts. I don't think it's your cup of tea.

Rachel: Well, we'll find out, won't we?

Ken: Yeah. Good night.

Rachel: Good night.

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