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Another World Transcript Friday 2/24/06

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Amanda: Yeah, that'll be great. Thanks.

Sam: What will?

Amanda: What?

Sam: What will be great?

Amanda: Oh, um--I'm sorry. I have to go out for a little while.

Sam: Oh, yeah?

Amanda: Yeah. I'm meeting with a computer security expert. Well, you know, about the break-in at work.

Sam: So, where are you meeting the guy?

Amanda: The guy's name is Sharon. And I suggested Tops. You don't believe me, do you? You think I'm going out to meet Evan.

Sam: No. I don't think that at all.

Amanda: Oh, good.

Sam: As a matter of fact, Evan and I--I think we see eye to eye now.

Amanda: What do you mean by that?

Sam: Nothing. Go ahead, go to your meeting.

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: Nah, I'll see you later.

Amanda: Ok.

Sam: Oh, I am sorry about that. I do trust you completely. Yeah, I'd like a phone number in Bay City, please. A restaurant. Tops.

Evan: Sharon, hi.

Sharon: Hi.

Evan: So, is the meeting all set up? Amanda's coming?

Sharon: She said she'd be here in 20 minutes, and she said she's bringing the computer codes.

Evan: Excellent. Very good. Now, we have to talk fast. We can't let Amanda know I have anything to do with this. Now...

Donna: So, I see you left the concert early, too, Michael. You don't like chamber music anymore than Jake does.

Jake: Why don't we go dance?

Michael: I don't want to talk about chamber music. I don't want to talk about dance. Donna, I want to take you home.

Jake: She came with me, Michael. When she's ready to go, I'll take her. All right? Come on, Donna. Let's go dance.

Michael: Donna?

Donna: You can't order me around me anymore, Michael. Those days are over.

Jamie: You just came from the O.R.?

John: Yeah, I did a second assist on a splenectomy.

Jamie: How did it go?

John: Well, there was a malignancy, but it didn't look like it had spread.

Jamie: That's good news.

John: Yeah, 43-year-old guy with 4 kids. It's great news.

Jamie: It would be nice if we could always give good news.

John: That's true. Any word on Grant Harrison since he took off?

Jamie: Not that I've heard of. Any more fallout from Elaine Rutherford?

John: [Chuckles] No, not yet.

Jamie: You did the right thing, John.

John: Everybody was double-talking him about his condition, so he came to me.

Jamie: And you told him the truth.

John: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: And the truth is?

John: Not very optimistic. Not very optimistic at all.

Jamie: And that's when he took off?

John: Yeah. He had a right to know. Thing is, is he's out there somewhere now trying to cope with the fact that his life will never be the same. And he's doing it all alone.

Sharlene: [Laughing loudly] Two more dogs with the works. You said you wanted to cut loose tonight. [Giggling]

Grant: I guess I did, didn't I?

Sharlene: Yeah, you did. Well, you can't do that in a 4-star restaurant, so you better eat up.

Grant: Hmm.

Sharlene: Mm.

Grant: Why?

Sharlene: 'Cause you're gonna need all the nitrites in your system that you could possibly get if you're gonna beat me at the softball throw. But who knows? Maybe tonight will be your lucky night.

Grant: What--what--what is this stuff on here?

Sharlene: This stuff is sauerkraut, darling. It's not gonna kill you.

Grant: Mm. No. No, I guess it won't. Some things might, but I don't think this will be one of them. Thanks.

Sam: [In southern accent] Howdy, is this Tops? Yeah, I'm an associate of Evan Bates, and him and I were going to have a meeting this evening at a restaurant, and I'll be darned if I could remember which restaurant it was. Does he have a reservation there this evening?

Man: No, but he just arrived, sir.

Sam: No kidding.

Man: Would you like me to give him a message for you?

Sam: No. I'll do that. Thank you very much.

[Doorbell rings]

Sam: Hilda! She's not here today.

Olivia: Hello.

Sam: Look, Olivia, I really don't have time to talk right now. I--

Olivia: I won't stay very long. I've been worried about you.

Sam: You don't need to worry about me.

Olivia: You were very strange at Iris' engagement party. And then when I didn't hear a word from you, I've been wondering--

Sam: You're not going to hear from me, Olivia. I meant what I said. You and I need to part company.

Olivia: Why? Why should we stop being friends?

Sam: There's a lot more to it than just that, and you know it.

Olivia: What I know is that it's obvious that something is really hurting you.

Sam: I'm fine.

Olivia: No, you're not.

Sam: I am fine.

Olivia: No, you're not. You cut yourself off from people when you've been hurt, and that's exactly what you're doing now.

Sam: Look Olivia, I'm expecting Amanda back any minute.

Olivia: I don't care. If you won't say it, then I will. Things are terrible between you and Amanda, and I think--

Sam: Look, Olivia! You don't know anything about Amanda and myself, especially how I feel about her.

Olivia: No, I guess I don't.

Sam: Amanda and I are fine. Now, if you'd please just--

Olivia: You're lying.

Sam: Excuse me?

Olivia: I'm sorry, Sam, but I don't believe you. Something is terribly wrong. And whatever it is, it's destroying you.

Jamie: Vicky.

Vicky: There you are. Hey, uncle John.

John: Hi.

Vicky: Didn't expect to see you.

John: Well, you won't see me for long.

Jamie: Oh, no. Don't leave on our behalf.

John: No, I'm not. I just--I want to call Sharlene, let her know that I'm coming home.

Vicky: Well, tell her I said hi.

John: I will. You two take care.

Jamie: We will.

Vicky: Bye. I just wanted to let you know that I picked up Steven, gave him dinner, gave him a bath, and put him to bed.

Jamie: Good.

Vicky: And I'm sorry I didn't show up on time.

Jamie: It's ok, Vicky. I--I probably wasn't clear about Paulina's day off.

Vicky: You weren't. I would never miss a chance to be with our son, Jamie.

Jamie: I know that.

Vicky: And if you think that I would rather goof around than be with Steven, then you're wrong because it's just not true.

Jamie: No, no, I don't think that. And I am sorry about today. I overreacted.

Vicky: Because of Evan.

Jamie: Yes.

Vicky: Why is everyone so suspicious of him?

Jamie: Look, I don't like the guy, ok? But it's not just him. I... it's the idea of you just going out with someone else.

Vicky: You're jealous?

Jamie: Look, I don't like admitting it. Don't rub it in.

Vicky: No, no, I'm not. I guess I'm just... surprised.

Jamie: Stupid as it is, I still think that there's a part of me that considers you my wife.

Vicky: Really?

Jamie: Look, I promise not to pop out of the bushes every time you're with someone.

Vicky: [Laughs] That's a relief.

Jamie: And I am sorry about today. I... I overreacted. I was out of line.

Vicky: No, don't worry about it.

Jamie: Can I make it up to you?

Vicky: How?

Jamie: Well, I only have two or 3 more patients today. Maybe I could take you out for a late dinner.

Vicky: Oh. That'd be great.

Jamie: But?

Vicky: I have a late date.

Jamie: Ah--don't tell me. Evan Bates.

Evan: Ok, you make sure everything is included. Get her signature on the contract.

Sharon: Mm-hmm.

Evan: Look over the computer codes. Now, these are the kind of codings you'll be looking for. Usually starts with two letters, followed by 3 numbers.

Sharon: No problem.

Evan: Is there any questions?

Sharon: One. Why can't Amanda Fowler know that you're behind this?

Evan: I told you. I quit Cory Publishing suddenly. There's still some animosity towards me there.

Sharon: But you want their business.

Evan: Well, they're the biggest game in town. I've invested every cent I have into this venture. Of course I want their business.

Sharon: Ok, well, I just hate to think that maybe you're out to get them, and you're using me to do something illegal.

Evan: Well, if that's the way you feel, then maybe you should just leave right now. Because I don't have the time to sit here and convince you that I'm an honest man.

Sharon: I believe you.

Evan: Thank you. All right, now I've got to get to work. Just remember, don't even look my way.

Sharon: You're going to stay here?

Evan: Yes, I'm gonna meet a friend. Just forget I'm here.

Sharon: I'll try.

Evan: Thank you. And good luck.

Sharon: Thank you.

Michael: Bourbon, Billy.

Billy: Sure.

Evan: Hey, Michael, how's it going?

Michael: I've been better, thanks.

Donna: Michael's still staring at us.

Jake: Why don't you just forget about him?

Donna: I don't know if I can.

Jake: Listen, I don't want to talk about Michael. I want to talk about you and me, which is what we were talking about before he showed up.

Donna: I can't.

Jake: Why, Donna? Because he's here?

Donna: No, because there isn't any you and me.

Jake: Yes, there is. I know it. And he's going to keep making scenes like this until you tell him you know it, too.

Donna: Jake, listen--

Jake: No, you listen to me. Listen to me. A friend of mine has a cabin at the lake. He said we can use it whenever we want. You can jump on the back of my motorcycle, we can take a couple-hour ride up there.

Donna: You're kidding, aren't you?

Jake: No, you think about it. Long days, nights, we can spend on our own.

Michael: You mind if I cut in here?

Jake: Why don't you stop, Michael?

Donna: Michael, Michael, why don't you--

Michael: Tell you what, Donna, why don't you just be quiet, all right? Unless you want to see your business partner's teeth all over the dance floor, I'd dance with me if I were you. I really would.

Jake: Nobody's teeth are going anywhere, Michael. Why don't you stop this, man?

Donna: Shh, shh, shh. Enough. All right, I don't want another scene. I will dance with you, Michael.

Michael: Well, thank you so much. What a good idea. Right this way.

Olivia: You haven't told her, have you? You're just going on like everything is fine.

Sam: Why do you get to talk to me like this?

Olivia: Because you're not happy with Amanda, and I think that you should face that.

Sam: You think?

Olivia: Yes.

Sam: I'm really tired of your childish intuitions, Olivia.

Olivia: What?

Sam: I have tried to be nice about this, but obviously that approach has not worked. You want this out in the open? Ok, this is it. You are a child with a crush on a married man. And the sooner you get over it, the better off you'll be.

Olivia: I am not a child.

Sam: Whatever you are, I don't need a friend like you. Not--not now.

Olivia: Ok. You listen to me now. I am a woman who happens to understand you a whole lot better than your wife. But if you don't want to see that, if you want to hang on to someone and something who is making you miserable, if you want to kill off the wonderful warm part of yourself so that you can keep on hanging on, then you just go right ahead!

Sam: Olivia, look... I didn't mean to hurt you like that, ok?

Olivia: Don't you worry about me, Sam. I can find somebody who appreciates what I have to offer. Worry about yourself, because you're in bad shape.

Sam: Yeah.

Vicky: Try not to worry. I would never do anything to hurt Steven, Jamie.

Jamie: Can I just say one thing?

Vicky: Sure.

Jamie: You're beautiful, Vicky, and you're loaded... and more than a little vulnerable right now. Look, the opposite sex is going to be hitting on you in alarming numbers.

Vicky: Alarming numbers, huh?

Jamie: Just be careful.

Vicky: I could say the same exact thing to you, doc. Better learn to take your own advice. See ya.

Jamie: John, I thought you were on your way home.

John: Oh, I was, but there's no answer when I tried to call Sharlene, so I thought I'd just hang around here for a while.

Jamie: And see if Grant Harrison checks himself back in?

John: Oh... well, I thought if he does, I might be here just in case. But if not, then... I don't know.

Jamie: John, this isn't your fault. The guy asked you a question and you gave him a straight answer. Then he didn't handle it the way we expected him to.

John: He walked out of treatment.

Jamie: Do you know much about Grant Harrison?

John: I didn't know anything about him until he checked in.

Jamie: The last election, I remember reading that he did a whistle stop tour of his entire district with a separated shoulder that he got while playing soccer. The man refused pain killers-- said that they might make him fuzzy. He said that he thought that he could just, just beat the pain, be stronger than it, and just gut it out. This is how the guy lives. And then tonight, John, you told him that his body is going to be telling him what to do from now on. That he's sick, real sick.

John: Yeah, I know.

Jamie: John, look, you didn't do anything he didn't want you to do. But you turned his world around. You've got to accept it, he still wants to think that he's handling things his way.

[Laughing and shouting]

Sharlene: You did it!

Grant: Of course I did it. Are you kidding? I wasn't about to be beat by any girl?

Sharlene: Told you I was good at this.

Grant: Yes, but I trained at an Ivy League school.

Sharlene: Harvard, that's the big school in the east?

Grant: Yeah, yeah, that's-- that's the one.

Man: Hey, buddy, you gonna finish up here or what?

Grant: , Yeah, right. Sorry about that.

Sharlene: Well, wait, wait, wait, wait. Now remember, this is the tie-breaker, ok?

Grant: Ok. Ah, here goes.

[Laughing and shouting]

Sharlene: All right, give me 5.

Grant: Whoo!

Man: Ok, prize of your choice here.

Grant: Ok, which--you choose. Which one do you want?

Sharlene: I get to--I want to choose--I want--I want that one... in the middle.

Man: All righty.

Grant: That's nice.

Sharlene: Oh, I tell you, I'd challenge you to a rematch, but my place isn't big enough for two of these.


Man: All right, folks. Knock 'em down, knock 'em down. 3 balls for a dollar. What do you say?

Grant: So, do you live alone?

Sharlene: I like to be alone.

Grant: I--I find that hard to believe.

Sharlene: What? That I like to be alone?

Grant: No, no, no. I mean, just the fact that, you know, you're so pretty and you've got a great personality and that you don't have somebody in your life.

Sharlene: Just stop with all the questions, ok? Just leave me alone. Hey... you're done shopping for car insurance?

Grant: I'm sorry. I--I didn't mean to push.

Sharlene: You said we weren't going to talk about our personal lives.

Grant: I know. I know we did, but... I mean, I wasn't asking for details. I just--just kind of like, you know, making a--a statement. But I--I still can't imagine somebody like you not having a man in her life.

Sharlene: I like to live life in the moment, you know?

Grant: Yeah, ok.

Sharlene: So at this moment, you are the only man in my life.

Grant: You know something? The more that I hear about that philosophy of yours, the more and more I love it. And tonight I am going to start living in the moment!


Sharlene: All right, look.

Grant: What?

Sharlene: How good are you with a pellet gun?

Grant: I used to be a championship skeet shooter.

Sharlene: Then let's go bag us some ducks, darling.

Grant: Let's go, come on.

Sharlene: Come on.

Grant: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Sharlene: Why?

Grant: Wait a minute, wait a minute, I got... uh, you know what?

Sharlene: What?

Grant: I don't have any money.

Sharlene: You're kidding, right?

Grant: Well, you know, when I left--when I came out of the-- or when I came from where I came from tonight, I--I forgot to bring some--

Sharlene: [Giggles]

Grant: .Some cash.

Sharlene: And I was after you for your money!

Grant: Oh, boy, you sure bombed out, didn't you?

Sharlene: Well, I guess I'm going to have to be the one who's going to do... oh--oh. Oh, no.

Grant: What? What, what, what, what?

Sharlene: Not a dime. [Laughing loudly] Oh, well, doesn't matter. Here, I got a better idea.

Grant: What, what, what--what are you--what are you doing? You're not going to--you're not going to go in--

Sharlene: Whoo! Nobody else wants this slimy old money, honey. I'm going a wading, darling. [Giggling] It's cold in here!

Grant: C'mon, you got to get out of there.

Sharlene: Wait--I think I found us a fifty-cent piece.

Grant: No--but you--but you can't just go fiddling around in there and picking up that money because a lot of people in there--

Sharlene: Why not, darling? Who cares? I can do it.

Grant: Hey, hey, hey--come on, come on, come on.

Sharlene: Hey--oh--no, no, no. If you can, you got to come get me. [Laughs]

Grant: Now, come on. You're kidding around now.

Sharlene: No, I've never been more serious in my entire life.

Grant: You're making--you're making a scene. Hi, how're you doing?

Sharlene: And what, pray tell, is the matter with a scene?

Grant: Aaah! Hey, you.

Sharlene: Don't you want to get me back? Don't you?

Grant: No, I don't. Not in there, no.

Sharlene: Oh, come on. What're you afraid of? I mean, who died?

Amanda: Hi, I'm Amanda Fowler.

Sharon: Hi, Sharon Rogers. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Fowler.

Amanda: I hope this can be quick. I have a husband waiting at home.

Sharon: Lucky you. Well, I promise you it will only take a few minutes. You just sign where I've indicated, and then you give me the computer codes.

Donna: I hope you don't think that macho exhibition got you anywhere.

Michael: It got you to pay attention, didn't it?

Donna: To what?

Michael: Me, your feelings for me, your feelings for us.

Donna: I don't have any feelings left for you.

Michael: You know, there's no one in the world that I'd rather dance with than you.

Donna: That's because I always let you lead.

Michael: It takes years to get to know each other, to read each other's moves the way we do. Besides, I rather think you like being this close to me. Come on, say it again.

Donna: Say what?

Michael: I want you to look in my eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me.

Jake: Double vodka on the rocks.

Billy: Sure.

Olivia: I'll have the same thing.

Jake: Olivia.

Billy: Got some I.D.? You look a little young.

Olivia: Not tonight, I'm not. Tonight I feel a million years old.

Jake: I know the feeling.

Amanda: Ok. There you go.

Sharon: Wonderful. And the computer codes?

Amanda: Oh. You know I have--I have to thank you for your immediate response to our problems here.

Sharon: Well, you are our top priority. Believe me.

Amanda: Here you go. I think that's everything.

Sharon: Yes, that's everything.

Amanda: I'm sorry I can't stay. Why don't you give me a call at the office tomorrow?

Sharon: Fine. I look forward to working with you, Mrs. Fowler.

Amanda: Thank you.

Evan: Amanda.

Amanda: Evan.

Evan: I didn't even see you come in.

Amanda: No, I didn't see you either. You know, I called you a couple of times.

Evan: I know.

Amanda: Well, you didn't return my phone calls.

Evan: I didn't think that would be such a good idea.

Amanda: The locket, the one that I left at your place, I need it back.

Evan: Ok. I'll, I'll look for it.

Amanda: Thanks, I'd appreciate it.

Evan: Amanda.

Amanda: [Gasps]

Evan: You ok?

Amanda: Yeah, I'm fine.

Evan: What is this bruise? Did he do that to you?

Sam: This is Sam Fowler. Has my wife arrived yet?

Maitre d': Yes, Mrs. Fowler arrived just a short moment ago.

Sam: Great.

Maitre d': Would you like to speak with her?

Sam: No, I don't want to bother her. Listen, she was supposed to meet a woman there. Some sort of business thing.

Maitre d': Actually, Mrs. Fowler is speaking to a Mr. Evan Bates.

Sam: Well, don't bother her then.

Amanda: It's nothing, really. I got it playing with Alli.

Evan: Come on, Amanda, who are you--you're talking to me.

Amanda: Leave me alone, all right?

Vicky: At it again, huh?

Evan: Oh, I thought we had a truce. Come on.

Vicky: Oh, yeah. Oh, whatever you say.

Evan: Plus, you're late.

Vicky: Couldn't be helped. I'll be a son of a gun.

Evan: What?

Vicky: My parents are here. They're dancing and they're not strangling each other.

Evan: Well, why don't you go say hello?

Vicky: Oh, no, I wouldn't dream of interrupting them. This is the first good sign in months.

Donna: I need some air.

Michael: Donna.

Donna: Michael, just leave me alone. I'm not ready for this.

Michael: You try and you try and you try but you can't do it. It just doesn't work, does it?

Donna: I don't know what you're talking about.

Michael: Sure you do, Blackie.

Donna: Don't call me Blackie.

Michael: You're mad at me. And you want to act like everything we had just went away, just like that.

Donna: It did. And the reason you're following me around here is because you're resentful that I'm here with Jake.

Michael: Well, to tell you the truth, I could care less about Jake. What I care about is you and me... and our feelings for each other.

Donna: Well, of course I have residual feelings for you, but...

Michael: But--no buts. This is about you and me. You... and me.

Olivia: Are you leaving?

Jake: Yeah. Would you like to come

Olivia: I thought you'd never ask.

Jake: I got it.

Sharlene: Ok. $2.00... $2.10... $2.1..

Grant: Does this mean that you're going to come out of there now?

Sharlene: Well, I guess now that I have staked us for the evening...

Grant: Good.

Sharlene: I will.. My shoes please.

Grant: Ok. Your earring is right down there, too, don't forget it.

Sharlene: Thank you.

Grant: You, you are some wild lady, you know that?

Sharlene: Oh, come on. If I were really wild I would've gone skinny dipping in that old pond.

Grant: Maybe it's just a little bit nippy for that, wouldn't you say?

Sharlene: You're not really mad at me, are you?

Grant: No, no. Of course I'm not mad. As a matter of fact, you know, I think just a little bit of wildness is exactly what I needed tonight.

Sharlene: Look at me. I'm a mess. [Laughter] What's the matter?

Grant: Nothing. No, nothing's the matter. I just can't remember when I've had--I've had this, this much fun--probably never.

Sharlene: Well, I think we're just going to have to remedy that.

Grant: You know what? I do, too. So what's it going to be? Is it going to be the--is it going to be the ducks, the roller coaster or whatever?

Sharlene: Oh, no.

Grant: What, what, what, what?

Sharlene: I didn't realize that it was so late.

Grant: It's not even midnight, for crying out loud.

Sharlene: You're right. Oh, look the fortune telling machine. Come on, let's go.

Grant: No, no, no, no. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Now, I remember I've said I'm living for the moment. No, no fortunes for me.

Sharlene: Well, ok then, then get one for me, all right?

Grant: Don't you--don't you want to do it for yourself?

Sharlene: No! I'm superstitious that way. Come on, come on, come on. All right, go.

[Machine rings]

Grant: [Laughs] You're not going to believe this. "You are going to meet a very, very handsome stranger tonight." And listen, you know what? I didn't bribe this machine to say that because I was-- $ hey... you're done shopping for car insurance?

Amanda: Hi.

Sam: Hi.

Amanda: Still up?

Sam: Yeah. How did your meeting go?

Amanda: Oh, it went fine. Actually, the woman seems very competent.

Sam: Good. I know that security thing was weighing heavily on your mind.

Amanda: I do have something to tell you, though.

Sam: Yeah?

Amanda: There were a lot of people at Tops, and I just want to make sure that you don't hear this from someone else.

Sam: Sounds shocking.

Amanda: I ran into Evan on my way out.

Sam: No kidding.

Amanda: I didn't know he was going to be there, Sam. I talked to him for about 3 minutes and then I left.

Sam: So, what's the big deal?

Amanda: I just--I don't want you...

Sam: Come on, what? You think I'm spying on you?

Amanda: No, no. It's just that the last time that I ran into Evan accidentally, you got--you were upset. I'm just trying to be as honest as I can.

Sam: Yeah, yeah, I know. I know you are. Besides, like I said earlier, Evan and I, we have reached an understanding.

Amanda: Why won't you tell me what that means? Did you talk to Evan?

Jamie: Amanda, I just got off the phone with Mom.

Amanda: You did? Is she ok?

Jamie: She, Cass, and Frankie are in the airport in Phoenix. They're on their way home.

Amanda: What about Ken Jordan?

Jamie: He's not with them.

Amanda: But Mom is ok, you're sure?

Jamie: Yeah. She said she's fine, and they'll be home by tomorrow morning.

Amanda: That's great. Oh, I can't wait to have her back. You know, Sam, maybe we should cancel this weekend.

Sam: Amanda, I'd really hate to do that.

Jamie: Cancel what?

Amanda: Well, Sam wanted--the both of us--were going to go up to an inn for the weekend.

Sam: Yeah, and we tried to do it last fall, but our plans got cancelled for us then, too.

Jamie: Why shouldn't you go?

Amanda: Because if Mom's coming home, then I want to be here--

Jamie: You'll see her before you leave. Believe me. You'll have a better time knowing that Mom is here safe.

Sam: He's right, Amanda.

Jamie: Look, Mom wants you to take this trip, too. She knows that you guys have had a rough time and you deserve some time alone.

Sam: Yeah, I think he's right.

Amanda: Yeah, but, but I don't want to go--

Jamie: I saw Vicky tonight.

Amanda: How is she?

Jamie: She's pretty good.

Amanda: She upset you?

Jamie: No, no, it's not that. It's... I was just thinking about you two. I wish that Vicky and I had tried just a little bit harder.

Vicky: My parents are still talking. That's a good sign.

Evan: Will you excuse me?

Vicky: Where are you going?

Evan: I'll be right back.

Vicky: Evan, where... what are you up to, my friend?

Evan: I'm sorry you had to eat dinner alone.

Sharon: It's ok.

Evan: Did you get everything?

Sharon: Here it is. And I'm meeting with Amanda and Iris tomorrow.

Evan: Very good. By that time I should be on my way to debugging the entire Cory computer system.

Sharon: Good. I hope so.

Evan: What? Was there a problem?

Sharon: Well, you made such a big deal about my not mentioning you, or even looking at you, and then I saw you talking to Amanda as she was leaving.

Evan: That was personal. Believe me, I could not have gotten this contract without your help.

Sharon: Well, I love sales. So, when do we tackle our next client?

Evan: Slow down, I've still got a job to do for Cory. But you call me right after that meeting.

Sharon: Fine.

Evan: Ok?

Sharon: Good night.

Vicky: What is this?

Evan: That is doodling, doodling.

Vicky: What kind of doodling?

Evan: The kind I do when you keep me waiting. Can I have two brandies please?

Billy: Sure.

Vicky: I thought maybe it was your bank account.

Evan: Oh, I wish.

Vicky: Have you started looking for a job yet?

Evan: Have you?

Vicky: Oh, I have my grandfather's filthy lucre, remember? All you have is that crummy consulting job at Visions. Now that can't be paying the bills.

Evan: Right now, things are starting to look pretty bright for me.

Vicky: Why?

Evan: Billy, can I change those brandies to two champagne?

Billy: Whatever you want.

Vicky: Why champagne? Why were you talking to Amanda? What is this, really? Evan...

Michael: Hey, I didn't see you here.

Donna: Hi.

Vicky: Oh. Well, I saw you, but you were having such a good time.

Donna: Don't be fooled by appearances.

Evan: Would you like to join us for some champagne?

Michael: Ah, no. Thank you very much. We have to get home.

Vicky: Oh, you do?

Michael: Yeah. We have a lot to talk about. Good night.

Vicky: [Whispering] Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. To them.

Olivia: Ok. Make yourself at home.

Jake: This is some place.

Olivia: Thank you.

Jake: You live here alone?

Olivia: No. I share it with Josie. But she's out with Matthew. These things usually go quite late.

Jake: I see.

Olivia: So, you want to take off your jacket? Stay a while?

Jake: Ok.

Olivia: Would you like a drink?

Jake: What do you got?

Olivia: Well, we got some wine, we have some champagne that Lucas sent over to celebrate one of Josie's triumphs, but I'm sure she won't mind. The girl gets high on sunshine.

Jake: The wine sounds great.

Olivia: Fine.

Jake: [Whispering] Yes.

Olivia: Hope your palate isn't too educated. Matthew brought this over to go with a pizza.

Jake: Oh, it'll do.

Olivia: Ok.

Jake: Ok. Well, the color's right.

Olivia: There we go. So, here we are.

Jake: Here we are.

Olivia: Consoling each other one more time.

Jake: Let me ask you a question? Why do you need to be consoled?

Olivia: You first. What's got you so down? Mrs. Hudson?

Jake: Why do you say that?

Olivia: Well, she's the only woman you're ever with.

Jake: This is really bad. It reminds me of the good old times, you know?

Olivia: Sorry. Is it Mrs. Hudson?

Jake: No, it is not Mrs. Hudson. She is a married woman going through a divorce. I'd have to be crazy.

Olivia: Right. Well, whoever it is, I'm sure you deserve better.

Jake: Thank you. And you deserve better as well.

Olivia: Do you know what I was just thinking?

Jake: No. What were you just thinking?

Olivia: That... maybe the two of us are so busy agonizing over what we can't have that we're missing what's right in front of us.

Jake: Donna says you're too young.

Olivia: Does Donna know everything?

Jake: Donna definitely does not know everything.

Olivia: What's wrong?

Jake: You are treading on dangerous ground, little girl.

Olivia: I'm not a little girl. I don't kiss like a little girl.

Jake: Olivia.

Olivia: What?

Jake: I only get these decent impulses once or twice every year, and generally when I get them, I try to go with them.

Olivia: Oh, well, then I really hope I've got you on a bad night. I'm not a child.

Jake: In some ways, you are every inch a woman.

Olivia: Then why don't you want me?

Jake: I do. You deserve better than this.

Olivia: What's wrong with this?

Jake: Olivia, we're both available and alone. Your first time should--

Olivia: How do you know it's my... is it really that obvious?

Jake: Believe me. It's very, very appealing.

Olivia: Then why?

Jake: Tonight is not the night. You have incredible eyes. The first time... it should be something very special... with someone you love, not for revenge.

Donna: I'm going to go upstairs and check on Mikey.

Michael: Great. We'll talk when you get back.

Donna: I'm going to go upstairs and check on him, and then I'm going to bed.

Michael: That's even better. I'll see you there.

Donna: No.

Michael: Donna.

Donna: Michael, I'm not going to sleep with you.

Michael: Well, maybe not tonight. Donna, will you look at me? Can you look at me and say that there is no love? Huh?

Donna: I don't know. I used to know. It used to be the feelings that I had for you. But your leaving me here alone for 3 months convinced me that I couldn't trust those feelings anymore.

Michael: Do you think those feelings will ever come back?

Donna: I don't know. But until I do, I'm going to sleep alone.


Grant: I'm going to find you.

John: Sharlene? Are you home?

Sharlene: Give me a break. John?

John: Hi.

Sharlene: Hi.

John: I was trying to be quiet. I didn't want to wake you.

Sharlene: You know I can't sleep when you're not home.

John: I had a long day.

Sharlene: Yeah? Bad one?

John: Nah, just long. Long night, too.

Sharlene: Well...

John: I called earlier.

Sharlene: Yeah?

John: To let you know that I was coming home. There was no answer.

Sharlene: Well, I was probably in the shower. Come on, let's not talk anymore.

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