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Another World Transcript Wednesday 2/15/06
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John: Mm. Ha ha.
Sharlene: [Laughs] Oh, this is your dinner break from work, and I haven't even made you supper yet.
John: Oh, what a waste.
Sharlene: Yeah, but you know something? Being spontaneous can--can be advantageous.
John: I am always saying that.
Sharlene: [Laughs] It can even get you something that you really, really want.
John: Like what?
Sharlene: Well, I can only think of one thing that is missing from our lives.
John: I suppose... I have to guess at this now. Let's see. One thing... is it bigger than a bread box?
Sharlene: Ha ha. Ooh, not when you first get it.
John: Oh, no, you can't.
Sharlene: [Laughs] Wouldn't that be something?
John: Now, listen, Sharlene...
Sharlene: John, come on. Can you imagine? What if we just made it?
John: A baby?
[Knock on door]
Amanda: Sam, are you in there?
Sam: Just a second. Just a second.
Amanda: Why did you lock the door?
Sam: Didn't know I had.
Amanda: So, this is where you've been all day? This is what you've been doing?
Amanda: Feeling inspired?
Sam: Not today, no.
Amanda: I came by to see if maybe you wanted some dinner. And we could go out if you want.
Sam: No, I am not into it.
Amanda: Where is it?
Amanda: I was here yesterday. You had the painting of me sitting out.
Sam: Well, you know, I move things.
Amanda: What did you do with it? You put it up here?
Mitch: Anyway, the guy that I had been in contact with came up empty, but I'd still be willing to bet that Ken Jordan is not the person that he says that he is.
Cass: You sound pretty sure about this.
Mitch: Well, I am. Especially after finding that Mrs. Johnson was working for Jordan at the Odyssey. I mean, is that a coincidence?
Frankie: And you said that Rachel is out in the desert with this guy on some sort of archeological dig?
Mitch: Somewhere, but nobody knows exactly where. But, look, I can't get involved in this anymore. That's why I am here.
Cass: I understand that. Let us handle this for you, Mitch.
Frankie: But what in the world could Jordan want with Rachel?
Mitch: I don't know. But I think that she is in danger as long as she is alone with Ken Jordan.
Ken: You're really making some progress there, Rachel.
Rachel: Well, I am taking a break.
Ken: We have only got about 90 minutes of daylight left.
Rachel: Is Jim coming back?
Ken: I don't know. I don't keep tabs on him.
Rachel: I wish I had gotten him to call my family for me.
Ken: Maybe you can tuck them all in to their four-posters, too.
Ken: You just talked to your family yesterday.
Rachel: Ok, forget it. Sorry I brought it up.
Ken: Stupid idea. I hadn't planned to bring a woman along on a dig
Rachel: I found something.
Ken: Don't touch it. I told you not to dig them out by yourself. Did you break it?
Rachel: I don't think so. Not if he is half as hard-headed as you are.
Ken: Oh, my. This looks like a pretty old one.
Ken: You ok?
Rachel: Yeah, I am fine.
Ken: Listen, we are not on any burial ground here. I don't think there is anything particularly sacred about this guy's demise.
Rachel: Where is the rest of him?
Ken: You want to look?
Rachel: I am through for the day.
Ken: Rachel, listen, I am sorry I snapped at you before.
Rachel: It's ok.
Ken: What I meant was maybe it is too much to expect for the two of us to be able to pull this off.
Rachel: Look, I don't look like I am falling apart, do I?
Ken: Rachel, a project like this is demanding for the most experienced archeologist. You've never done anything like this in your entire life, and I am beginning to get a little discouraged myself.
Ken: We're not making as much progress as I would like. I don't mean to yell at you every time we speak.
Rachel: It's ok.
Ken: There is one thing that I do need to say.
Ken: I know we were in a middle of an argument, but you remember what I said about the delicacy of the objects we are looking for?
Ken: If I see you digging again like you were digging for that skull--pulling things out of the ground by yourself--I am not going to let you do anymore digging. Is that understood?
Rachel: Fine. I know how to do this.
[Indistinct] Thing you said. You'd think I was going to damage this stupid old skull.
[Indistinct muttering] Ken?
Rachel: You better come over here.
Vicky: I am tired of seeing those same faces every place we go, aren't you?
Evan: Oh, no, not at all.
Vicky: Are you actually looking for Amanda?
Evan: What's that?
Vicky: I thought we were here to find each other potential love interests, but if you are looking to get a glimpse of her, I am going to wring your little neck.
Evan: There is that guy over there who is exactly what you need.
Vicky: How would you know what I need? I doubt--never mind.
Evan: Now, are you going to look at him or aren't you?
Vicky: No. It's too early to shop. I want to get something to eat first. It's hot in here. Are you hot?
Evan: Well, actually I like it a little hot. I feel just fine.
Vicky: I am beginning to feel a bit, um...
Evan: Come here. Come here.
Evan: Come here.
Vicky: What? Why are we whispering?
Evan: I want you to smell this.
Vicky: Garlic. No.
Evan: Smell it.
Vicky: Yeah? You had garlic before we got here? I didn't smell it in the car.
Evan: It's my new cologne. How does it smell?
Vicky: All I smell is garlic.
Vicky: Mm-hmm. Takes your breath away, doesn't it?
Vicky: Hold on a second, Evan.
Evan: See? I knew it. Works every time.
Amanda: I know it was here yesterday. You've got to--
Sam: I sold it.
Sam: I sold the portrait I did of you.
Amanda: You are kidding, right?
Amanda: Sam, you said you would never sell that painting.
Sam: Yeah, well, the new buyer--I mean, the guy I told you about, he offered me a fortune for it, so...
Amanda: So you sold it?
Sam: Yeah. The price was right.
Amanda: Sam, that was your breakthrough painting. You said you would never sell it because it's too personal to you.
Sam: Yeah, well... I mean, there was a lot of action on that painting since it showed up at the charity auction.
Amanda: You were furious about that, and you sold it to a total stranger--
Sam: Amanda, it was an outrageous amount of money, ok? How am I going to say no--no to this guy? He is a serious buyer. I mean, it could set a precedent for the rest of my work.
Amanda: So you sold it for the money? That's why?
Amanda: I think you are lying. You sold it to punish me, didn't you?
Sam: Now what reason could I possibly have to want to punish you, Amanda?
Amanda: No reason.
Sam: Right. So what you said, it just doesn't make any sense now, does it?
Amanda: No, it doesn't. I wasn't thinking. Sorry.
Sam: That portrait meant a lot to me, too.
Amanda: I loved that portrait. I just wish you would have told me that you were thinking about selling it.
Sam: Well, you know, it kind of happened all of a sudden. I'll do another study of you. Something a little bit more contemporary.
Amanda: Ok. I really hated the way you walked out on me today--
Sam: Amanda, this isn't easy on me, ok? I am having a hard time pretending that nothing happened, that... that I almost lost you.
Amanda: But Sam, I want you back so badly. Just tell me what I am supposed to do. What do you want?
Amanda: All right.
Sam: And then, um, then we'll see, ok?
Amanda: Sam, hold me, please?
Vicky: Sorry. All I smell is garlic.
Evan: You just can't admit that I get to you, can you?
Vicky: If you got to me, you would know about it. Trust me.
Vicky: There she is.
Vicky: The woman of your dreams.
Vicky: Yeah, come on. At least she doesn't look like she has lock-jaw like the rest of the broads in this place.
Evan: Vicky, she's not even eating.
Evan: I like a woman with an appetite.
Vicky: I'll make a note of that.
Evan: And make a note of this. I am never, ever going out with another blonde.
Vicky: Oh, good. That's a relief.
Evan: Hey, hey, hey. 12:00, what about him?
Vicky: 12... not your type.
Evan: Vicky, are you going to go along with me or not?
Vicky: Evan, I would not go out with that guy if his last name was Gorbachev, ok?
Evan: Well, I don't blame you. But when did you get so picky?
Vicky: Try getting a divorce some time. Puts a whole new perspective on the phrase "gun-shy."
Evan: Ok, ok. I see you need some time for thought, so...
Evan: Yeah, I am going to go make a phone call, and I want you to stay right here and think about how important our mission is tonight.
Vicky: Why do I have to find someone tonight? Why can't I wait until tomorrow night? I don't like my hair tonight.
Evan: It looks pretty. Just think.
Vicky: Just think... mm. Oh, that's what I call cologne. Oh, my. Yes, you're definitely the kind of man I like, but they don't make them much here in the mid-west. What's your name?
Vicky: Say that again.
Vicky: Yes. You are definitely along the lines of my fantasy man. You're gorgeous. You can dance. It's very important. Not too many men can, you know? No, I would never find a man like you in this place. Like I said, never have a fantasy if you need it to come true. Hello.
Man: "Thus can my love excuse the slow offence of my dull bearer when from thee I speed--"
Vicky: Wait. Hang on, hang on. I wasn't quite listening. Read that again? You have beautiful eyes.
Man: I'll never forget you, Vivica.
Vicky: Vivica? Well, they say the memory is the first thing to go. Ok, I admit it. I don't know what I want. Hell, I don't even know what I don't want. Obviously, I am not going to find the man of my dreams here tonight. I don't even know if I am looking. I don't need anyone. I am just fine on my own. I don't need Jamie or Jake or... anyone else. Then on the other hand, sometimes the right guy just falls into your lap when you are not looking. Hello. What's your name?
Evan: Evan Bates.
Vicky: I hate my subconscious.
Sharlene: John, a baby. Think about it.
John: I ...when, you are ok.
Sharlene: I am fine. I am absolutely fine. I would love to have your child.
John: I would like that, too, but...
Sharlene: John, look, I know that I may have sounded unsure about this before, but I think this is what we really need.
John: Sharlene, when I was in Vietnam, I swore I would never have children.
Sharlene: Is that true?
John: I swore I would never bring children into a world that would--that would allow a Vietnam to happen.
Sharlene: But you don't feel that way now.
John: What I didn't know then was that I would meet and fall in love with a woman who makes that whole world mean something. But I just don't think that now is the right time.
Sharlene: I am kind of getting used to the idea. How about you?
John: I, uh...
Sharlene: John. Come on, what do we do first? And besides the obvious.
John: Well, you would have to get a physical.
Sharlene: I just had one.
John: But you are also hypoglycemic, and you are not 20 years old anymore.
Sharlene: Oh, well, thank you.
John: I just don't think we ought to take any chances.
Sharlene: All right. You are right. You are right.
John: Listen. Go to your gynecologist, talk to her. Let her do an examination, see what she says. If she gives you the go-ahead, then... if she says ok--
John: ...We'll talk some more.
Sharlene: We are actually talking about it. This is for real.
John: Sharlene, let's just take this one step at a time.
Sharlene: Get out of this bed. Get yourself dressed before they call a posse out after you.
John: I love you.
Sharlene: I love you. A baby. You have got to be kidding.
Sam: What are you doing here?
Evan: You really are a gutless wonder. Do you know that?
Sam: What the hell do you want?
Evan: Are you really going to wait for the rest of your life for Amanda to confess? Ah, it ain't going to happen, captain.
Sam: How do you know?
Evan: Because she loves me. But she is a little confused.
Sam: Get out of here!
Evan: Because I slept with your wife. Man, she was--she was great.
Sam: Stop it.
Evan: And she is never going to tell you because she doesn't love you enough to tell you the truth.
Sam: No. I'll make her tell me.
Evan: Why should she?
Sam: Because she loves me.
Evan: You don't really believe that, do you?
Sam: She does.
Evan: Tell her you know she slept with me.
Sam: She has to tell me.
Evan: And what if she doesn't?
Sam: She wants to.
Evan: No, she wants me.
Sam: No. No. No. No!
Cass: Well, there is nothing out of the ordinary in Mac's will, not that I can see. Mitch, are you telling me everything you know?
Mitch: There was a hidden drawer in the red swan.
Cass: Yeah, go on.
Mitch: I came across it the night that I ended up getting the statue back, the night that I ended up fighting with Lucas.
Cass: The night you were hurt and Rachel found you.
Mitch: There was a note that was hidden. It was from Mac to Rachel.
Cass: And what did Rachel say when she saw it?
Mitch: She never saw it.
Cass: You didn't show it to her?
Mitch: I wanted to [Indistinct] Some things first, Cass.
Cass: Why? The note was from Mac to his wife. It wasn't your place to keep it from her.
Mitch: I know that. The note said that Rachel should find Ken Jordan if she ever needed anything.
Cass: Well, this is unbelievable. And now she is working for this guy Jordan?
Mitch: Well, yes, that's why I have said things seemed to be rather odd.
Cass: Well, I still think that you should have shown Rachel the note. Does Felicia know about this?
Mitch: No, the person that I told was Sam.
Cass: Do you have anything else that you would like to tell me, Mitch?
Mitch: No, that's it.
Cass: Are you sure?
Mitch: Yes, I am sure.
Cass: Ok. I have to think about some things. Frankie is making some calls, all right? I will, uh--why don't you wait for me to come up with a plan, and I'll phone you.
Mitch: Well, would you let me know if Frankie comes up with anything?
Cass: Yeah, sure I will. Ken Jordan.
Mitch: Let me know if you find out anything about him, ok? I appreciate your understanding.
Frankie: Thank you very much.
Cass: Did you talk to anybody at the inn where Mac stayed?
Frankie: Yes, the manager. He told me about a maid-Hannah Tuttle. Apparently Lucas and Iris already talked to her.
Cass: What did she say?
Frankie: Nothing. She left town. Nobody knows where she went.
Cass: What does she have to do with Mac?
Frankie: Well, apparently he needed a witness to a document he was writing the night before he died.
Cass: Oh, great. She witnessed Mac signing a document. Now there is no document and no witness.
Frankie: Yeah. Well, look, I am going to get a guest list from the inn.
Cass: Ok. And I am going to call Courtney and see if she can run Jordan's name through the computer.
Frankie: She is not going to do that for you.
Cass: Oh, yeah?
Cass: I will sweet-talk her.
Frankie: Oh, right.
Cass: Frankie, some women are still susceptible to my seductive powers.
Frankie: More than you know.
Cass: Let me ask you something.
Cass: Do you think Mitch is imagining all of this because he is jealous of Ken?
Frankie: No way. Jordan is not telling everything he knows.
Cass: Could this all be a coincidence?
Frankie: Coincidences stop being coincidences after about the eighth or ninth coincidence, you know what I mean?
Cass: Yeah, I got that.
Frankie: Yeah, something's not right here. Look, I am going to check back with you later, ok?
Cass: It's really good to have you back. You know, working.
Frankie: It's nice to be back, boss.
Rachel: Oh, my gosh.
Ken: It's intact.
Rachel: Oh, my gosh!
Rachel: Is this part of the collection we are looking for?
Ken: This is a farmer's seed pot. The Indian farmer would take a single seed, make a wish, place it inside the pot, put the pot aside. If the wish came true, he'd smash the pot, take out the seed, and plant it.
Rachel: Well, what would that mean?
Ken: It would mean the soil was blessed, and the harvest would be bountiful.
Rachel: Well, that's terrible.
Ken: I think it's beautiful.
Rachel: Well, no, the pot is intact. The man didn't get his wish.
Ken: Well, I did. You did great, Rachel. This is a wonderful first find.
Rachel: It's a great find.
Ken: Now, don't let this go to your head.
Rachel: Well, are you going to give it back to the Indians?
Rachel: I really am glad to be part of this.
Ken: We make a pretty good team after all, don't we?
Rachel: Yeah, we do.
Ken: You want to dig out one of those collapsible crates? Let's get this pot protected before anything happens to it.
Rachel: Ok. Are they in here?
Rachel: I don't believe this.
Rachel: The radio. It was in with the supplies.
Ken: It was?
Rachel: I thought you said you looked in there.
Ken: I did. It wasn't there.
Rachel: It wasn't, huh? Are you sure?
Ken: What are you implying?
Rachel: Just what it sounds like. What are you up to, Ken? You are trying to keep me from using this radio or something?
Ken: You think I hid the radio in the tent?
Rachel: Well, I certainly didn't, and there is no one else around here, is there?
Ken: There is a perfectly logical explanation to this, Rachel.
Rachel: Well, I am listening.
Ken: Now, if you'd just relax-- stop accusing me of sabotage or kidnapping or whatever else you think I have done, I will explain it to you.
Ken: Pack rats.
Rachel: Excuse me, I thought you said pack rats.
Ken: I did.
Rachel: Are you off your pony, Ken?
Ken: They run wild out here. They love to grab little things and carry them off. They can wreak havoc on a camp.
Rachel: 15-pound radios? Is that the best you can do?
Ken: You should talk to some experienced campers from around here. I mean, these little guys will walk off with a 50-pound pack if they get enough of them together.
Rachel: Ok, fine, fine. Pack rats. All right. So, if you are gone in the morning, I'll know that about two dozen of these suckers came in and carried you off to their little hiding place.
Ken: They build nests out of everything they can find.
Rachel: Well, I guess a shortwave radio is nice and firm for their little backs.
Ken: Right. Why would I do something like that, Rachel?
Rachel: I don't know.
Ken: What could I possibly gain?
Rachel: I don't know. Control over me or something?
Ken: Control over you. I'd have to do a lot more than hide a shortwave radio.
Rachel: All I know is that you keep trying to push me off guard. I mean, you do it over and over again.
Ken: Well, it's not intentional, I assure you.
Rachel: Oh, come on. You love making me crazy. You want to keep me from talking to my family.
Ken: Rachel, I think you should keep your hat on. The sun is getting to your brain.
Rachel: My brain?
Rachel: You are one that's talking about pack rats carrying you off, my friend. Pack rats... oh, brother.
Grant: Oh, what the hell was that test for? I mean, they gave me this ball that I had to squeeze until my hand turned blue. And then some stupid moron couldn't even read the blood pressure thing that was on my arm.
John: Well, what have you got for dinner here, congressman?
Grant: You mean that green and gray slop in that tray there?
John: You got to try to eat something. You're going to need your strength.
Grant: Yeah? How would you know?
John: Well, if you don't have enough strength to harass all the nurses and orderlies around here tomorrow, we'll probably have to pack up and go home. We'll have nothing to keep us amused.
Grant: Well, I am pretty sure that you'll come up with something, doc.
John: Seriously, sir, you should try to eat. You've got a lot of tests ordered for tomorrow. You'll be N.P.O. after midnight.
Grant: N.P.O. Nothing by mouth, huh?
John: Catch on quick.
Grant: Mm-hmm. You look pretty cheery for somebody who's got to be up all night long.
John: Just came from seeing my wife.
Grant: Ha ha, your wife? You actually got married, huh?
John: Excuse me?
Grant: Well, it's just about the worst thing anybody could do for a good romance.
John: Not necessarily.
Grant: Oh, I see. It's different with you, huh? Well, listen, I hope it works. If it does, it will be a first.
John: Sounds like you have been there.
Grant: Ha ha, no way. Haven't even come close, but my father is pulling out all the stops right now to change my mind.
John: He wants grandchildren?
Grant: [Chuckles] No, no. He wants his son to be president of the United States. And he doesn't think I can be elected if I don't have a wife.
John: President. Well, that's rather ambitious.
Grant: Oh, yeah, yeah. He has already picked out the woman for me.
John: Now, let's see. I would guess that she is probably not a mud wrestler or a go-go dancer.
Grant: Her name is Ann Burlingame. The Boston Burlingames.
John: How do you feel about her?
Grant: [Chuckles] Need you ask?
John: See you in the morning.
Grant: How did it happen?
Grant: The cane. The limp.
John: Actually, that's none of your business.
Grant: Vietnam? Yeah, I figured so. You know, I used to work for a congressman back then myself.
John: And I figured that.
Grant: Oh, I see. Any guy who didn't see combat didn't do anything constructive for the war, is that it?
John: Anyone who lobbied against a Veteran's Assistance bill doesn't know what it means to be a veteran in this country. Just leave the veterans to themselves. Maybe they'll go away just like the war did.
Grant: There is a deficit in this country, or hadn't you noticed?
John: This country has always treated its veterans like they have the plague--
Male doctor: Dr. Hudson, what the devil are you doing here?
Grant: Never mind, Tom. It's my fault.
Female doctor: We heard about you, Hudson.
John: Oh, you did, huh? What did you hear?
Female doctor: That you walk around like you run this place because your family is on the board.
Male doctor: Hudson, I won't tolerate anyone talking to my patient like that.
Grant: He wasn't.
Male doctor: Elaine Rutherford is going to hear about this.
John: Fine. Tell Elaine. Just do whatever you feel is right.
Got the whole of the world in your fingers got the whole of the world in your hands in your hands got the whole of the world in your hands
Pearl: Hey, Sharly.
Pearl: Do you have a hearing problem?
Pearl: Or are you trying to give the rest of us a headache?
Sharlene: Sorry, too loud.
Sharlene: I didn't mean to. I just got in my own apartment, I got excited, got carried away.
Pearl: This is your mailbox key.
Sharlene: A mailbox key. Thank you very much.
Pearl: You are welcome. You seem to fit right in here.
Sharlene: Well, this is me in this place. This is who I really am.
Pearl: And who is at home with your husband?
Sharlene: Not me. Not for long.
Pearl: You're leaving him?
Sharlene: You know, Pearl, you got to take some chances. Sometimes you win, sometimes you don't. I've had enough don'ts to last a lifetime. I am taking charge of my life, and it feels great.
Amanda: Sorry to bother you.
Sam: Does it look like you are bothering me?
Amanda: I just got a check from "Sophisticate." I was supposed to take it over to Jake McKinnon tonight.
Amanda: Yeah. Well, it's a new company. I think they are having some cash flow problems.
Sam: And Amanda to the rescue, right?
Amanda: Yeah, I guess so. I am meeting him at the Tops. So I thought maybe if you'd want to go, we could catch some dinner and...
Sam: No, no. Not tonight.
Amanda: Are you sure you're not up for even a little ride into town?
Sam: Yeah. I am trying to work, you know. I am hoping that this will get better.
Amanda: Well, maybe a change of scenery would be good for you. What do you think?
Sam: No, go ahead. I'll--I'll wait for you here.
Amanda: Ok. I won't be long.
Vicky: Took long enough.
Evan: It was business
Vicky: I bet.
Evan: What is that supposed to mean?
Vicky: I am sure you were calling every Christy and Sandy and Heather in your little book to get them over here and prove a point to me about your irresistibility.
Evan: No, it was business. You seem to forget, except for that little gig I have at Visions, that I am basically unemployed.
Vicky: You just got a profit sharing check that would buy over half of Bay City.
Evan: Vicky, that doesn't mean I wouldn't like a job. I mean, you should know about that.
Vicky: You are right. That stupid place still gets to me. Why couldn't I like flower arranging or bakery work or something?
Evan: Hey, hey, hey. That guy over there has been watching you all night.
Vicky: Couldn't be any worse than the dweeb who tried to pick me up before. Where is he? Ugh.
Evan: Ugh? All right, all right. I give up here. What do you want?
Vicky: Somebody who doesn't look a banker or a doctor. Is that so hard?
Evan: Maybe you should go out with Jake.
Vicky: Bite your tongue.
Evan: All right, why don't you tell me in your own words--50 words or less, please--
Evan: ...What your idea of the perfect man is.
Vicky: Ok. I want somebody who will stick in there with me no matter what.
Evan: That's--that's it?
Vicky: Try and find it. It's not that easy.
Evan: Well, what about, let's see, somebody like... somebody like me?
Vicky: Like you?
Evan: Well, that's what I said.
Vicky: Don't play with my head, Evan. Just what are you trying to say?
Cass: Don't tell me you found something already.
Frankie: I work fast.
Cass: What did you get?
Frankie: The guest list from the inn, like I said.
Frankie: There was a man-- stayed there with his wife the night before Mac died. He remembered Mac very well.
Cass: Because he had heard of him?
Frankie: He never heard of him before in his life. But this guy and his wife, the night before Mac died, they heard a terrible argument out in the hallway. So this couple, they go to the door, open it up, look out in the hallway, hear a terrible argument-Mac and another man.
Cass: What was the argument about?
Frankie: They stopped arguing the minute they opened the door, but it was a big one.
Cass: Who was the other man?
Frankie: Fits Ken Jordan's description to a "T."
Ken: What's in the pot?
Ken: Smells good. Look, Rachel, I know you are angry, but if you come with me, I will show you a view of the sunset that you would be hard pressed to match anywhere.
Rachel: No thanks.
Ken: Come on. It's spectacular. It's right off the cliff face. Come on. Let's grab the camera.
Rachel: I want to eat this though, ok, before it gets cold.
Ken: We will be back. Don't worry, this won't last long.
Rachel: Up here?
Ken: Yep, right around here.
Evan: Somebody like me. That's what I am trying to say.
Vicky: But not you, right?
Evan: Come on, Vicky. What are you, kidding me? What do you think I am, a masochist?
Vicky: You know something?
Vicky: This was a really stupid idea.
Evan: Yeah, I guess we are not doing too well, are we?
Vicky: We can't go out dressed like Bonnie and Clyde and expect to find the future mother and father of our children.
Evan: Well, maybe we didn't try so hard.
Vicky: Yeah, maybe if we just let whatever happens, happen.
Evan and Vicky: No.
Vicky: We are not the type to sit around and wait, are we?
Evan: No. So what should we do?
Vicky: Ok, first things first. I am going to check my machine, ok? Got to keep on top of these things.
Vicky: Are we going to get something to eat or what? Can we--is that a yes?
Evan: Yeah, just make your phone call. We'll get something to eat.
Amanda: Hello, Evan.
Amanda: I have an envelope here that I am expected to give to Jake McKinnon. He is due here any minute. Would you mind giving it to him for me?
Evan: Why don't you just go sit at the bar and have a drink and wait for him?
Amanda: Because I'd like to get home to Sam.
Evan: Sammy keeps a tight leash, doesn't he?
Amanda: I know I hurt you, Evan, but I really think it's better if we don't see each other at all, ok?
Evan: Amanda, you just came to me, so don't start running trips--
Amanda: Will you do this?
Evan: Sure. At least you trust me with something.
Male doctor: So, in due time, we should be able to--
Grant: In due time? Look, I don't have the time to wait for you guys to get your act together. Just tell me what's wrong and I will--
John: Dr. Wilson, I have some of the congressman's test results--
Dr. Wilson: What you are doing here again, Hudson?
John: Why does everyone keep asking me that? I am the resident assigned to this case.
Female doctor: And you were not asked for your opinion.
Grant: Hudson, stay here. You two get out of here.
Female doctor: But congressman--
Grant: Get out, right now. Get out.
John: Those two are not going to let this lie. I am sure that Dr. Wilson will be up to see the chief of staff momentarily, and I will be lucky to have a job tomorrow morning.
Grant: Well, I'll take care of the chief of staff. As of right now, you are my doctor. Now, tell me what's wrong with me and how much it is going to cost to get it fixed.
Pearl: Have a good night, Sharly.
Sharlene: Yeah. Yeah, I will. Thanks.
Pearl: Oh, I forgot. One more thing. This is the list of house rules.
Sharlene: House rules. Ok. "No pets," no problem. "No loud music after 9 P.M."
Pearl: And never as loud as you did it before.
Sharlene: That's a deal, Pearl. Whoa--"no kids."
Pearl: Is that a problem?
Sharlene: Are you serious? No way.
Pearl: Don't have any?
Sharlene: Let's just say, I am not the mother type.
Pearl: That's for sure. Night.
Sharlene: Night. No babies now. No babies ever. Girl's got to watch her figure.
You can run but you can't run away no matter what you do no matter what you say
Cass: Are you sure about this, Frankie?
Frankie: Cass, Jordan not only knew Mac, he knew him well enough to have an argument with him.
Cass: This guy has been lying to everyone all along?
Frankie: And now he has got Rachel all to himself out in the middle of the desert somewhere.
Cass: We got to help her. For some reason, Ken Jordan is out to get Rachel.
Rachel: This is beautiful.
Ken: I told you. Careful there, it's 600 feet down.
Rachel: Yeah, I am fine.
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