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Another World Transcript Friday 3/3/06
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Frankie: Wait a minute. What do you mean you've got a hunch about something?
John: Sharlene just hasn't been herself lately, and I know you noticed.
Frankie: I thought that was because she was hypoglycemic.
John: It could be.
Frankie: John, maybe she bought all those clothes for work.
John: Oh, come on, Frankie. It's more than that. She's bought other things and said that she didn't. She's been home when she said that she was actually working. I--
Frankie: You're really worried about her, aren't you?
John: I'm just trying to understand. She was so happy when we first got married.
John: Since then, things have just--I don't know, it's just not adding up.
Frankie: What do you think it is?
John: I'm not sure, Frankie, but I'm gonna find out. I love her. I'm not about to lose her.
Singer: Baby, when you're loving me I feel like I could cry
Sharlene: What do you think?
Grant: That sounded like a proposition.
Sharlene: It was an invitation.
Sharlene: See, the way I figure it, we are having a great time. Why should it end?
Grant: It's nice to know that you feel that way.
Sharlene: Unless, of course, you want it to end.
Grant: No. No, I don't.
Grant: But I'm still leaving.
Vicky: Evan, your big deal appointment has to be over by now.
Evan's voice: You've reached the residence of Evan Bates. At the tone, leave your name, number, and a message, and I'll get back to you. Good-bye.
Vicky: What are you doing, Evan?
Amanda: Sam doesn't know that we slept together.
Evan: Sure, he does.
Evan: What, you didn't know that he knew anything about it?
Amanda: No, it isn't true.
Evan: And you never admitted it to him.
[Pounding on door]
Sam: Open the door, Bates! I know you're in there, and I know who's with you!
[Pounding on door]
Sam: Open the door! Open the door!
Man: Keep it down, fella. Other people live here, too.
Sam: Is he here?
Man: Sometimes. He just doesn't like company.
Sam: Actually, I'm looking for someone. You might have seen her. She's a beautiful blonde. You might have brought her up in the elevator.
Man: Uh, I get paid to be discreet.
Sam: All right, just between you and me.
Man: The, uh, good looking blonde left--hour ago, maybe.
Evan: Amanda, he left.
Amanda: How did he know I was here?
Evan: Well, he was waiting for you when you called, so I'm sure he just figured you were here. It wasn't hard to figure out.
Amanda: I never told him anything, Evan.
Evan: Well, he knows. I found out two weeks ago.
Amanda: But how? Vicky.
Evan: No, she never said anything.
Amanda: She would do it. She did it, didn't she?
Evan: She wanted to tell him, but she said that he already knew.
Amanda: I don't believe this. Why didn't he say anything? Why have we been living like this?
[Spanish guitar playing]
Cass: [With Spanish accent] Felicia, Chiquita.
Felicia: [With Spanish accent] Arriba to you, too, señor.
Cass: Just in time, señora. Baile conmigo.
Felicia: Oh, yes. Chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi! [Laughs] Jose Greco eat your heart out. Oh, enchiladas!
Cass: Oh, que lastima. Just when we were getting very, very hot. Mucho calor.
Felicia: Oh, it's a good thing we didn't pull our backs out.
Cass: Speak for yourself. I think I did.
Felicia: So, señor, what are you doing down here so late?
Cass: Is it late?
Cass: Oh, 9:00 isn't late. Straightening up, cleaning up, you know.
Felicia: Yeah, fine. Yeah, I can see that.
Cass: What are you doing here?
Felicia: Well, I wanted to talk. Thought I'd come over and well-- wait a minute. You've never cleaned up anything willingly in your whole life. What are you doing?
Cass: [With Spanish accent] This is very, very true.
Felicia: [With Spanish accent] Yes, so what is going on?
Cass: Did you ever notice how flamenco dancers always look over their shoulder--
Cass: I mean, it's as if they've lost their car keys--
Cass: ...Or maybe they broke a heel and are looking for it or something.
Felicia: Answer the question.
Cass: What was the question?
Cass: Oh, the question was Frankie, huh?
Felicia: No, the question is why you're so hyper. It's Frankie, isn't it?
Cass: You're brilliant, you know that?
Felicia: I knew it. So, come on, tell me.
Cass: You're the brilliant one. Come on, you tell me.
Felicia: Oh, come on. Stop grinning at me like an idiot and just tell me.
Felicia: Come on.
Cass: Frankie and I talked.
Cass: [With southern accent] I expressed myself.
Felicia: [With southern accent] Expressed yourself how?
Cass: Well, eloquently and poetically.
Felicia: On what subject?
Cass: I, uh, ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-I used the "l" word.
Felicia: You told her you loved her?
Felicia: [Screaming] Oh, honey!
Cass: Oh, you just gave me a concussion.
Felicia: That's wonderful.
Cass: See, you are brilliant.
Felicia: That is, if you meant it.
Cass: Well, of course I meant it. Don't I look like I meant it? I'm dancing around here like a complete doofus.
Felicia: You know, actually, you--you do look like you mean it. Do you?
Cass: You know, there we were, and it just popped out. We were sitting there having our pasta primavera, and I took one look at her and all of a sudden I loved her. I knew it.
Felicia: Did you tell her that?
Cass: Oh, yeah.
Felicia: And she liked it.
Cass: Let's just say her pasta primavera got cold.
Felicia: Oh! This is so wonderful, really.
Felicia: Let's--let's celebrate.
Cass: Why not? You know, I think I have a bottle of champagne around here somewhere.
Felicia: No, no, no, no. Let's do something else. Let's do something--let's do something original. Let's do something...symbolic.
Cass: Ooh, symbolic.
Cass: Ooh, like that.
Felicia: What could we do?
Cass: Oh, is there a symbol down here?
Felicia: Oh-oh, oh-oh.
Felicia: I got it.
Felicia: Let's rip up your little black book.
Cass: [Chuckles] That's my address book, Felicia.
Felicia: I know. Let me have it.
Felicia: It's the numbers with all your little girlie names in it, isn't it?
Cass: Oh... ok.
Cass: I think I have a bottle of champagne in the office.
Felicia: Sure you don't mind if I do this?
Cass: No problem. I don't need it anymore, right?
Felicia: You're not gonna miss Peggy or Ann or Carolyn or Mary or Betty or Shotsie? You dated somebody with the name of Shotsie? Sounds like a dachshund. You're sure you're not gonna miss your little lovelies? Cass? Cass?
Frankie: There's this thing in our family. I don't know where it comes from. Maybe a shrink could explain it.
John: Go on.
Frankie: A lot of the women in our family are all--what's the word? Nuts, I guess. Self-destructive, you know?
John: I've known that there have been emotional problems in the family.
Frankie: There's this--this feeling deep down that we don't deserve to be loved... not really.
John: Sharlene knows I love her, so why would she--
Frankie: Well, that's exactly the problem, John. She's happy. You're--you love her. She loves you. Life is wonderful, so...
John: So she doesn't think that she should be happy?
Frankie: She doesn't deserve to be happy. We all think like that.
Frankie: Because we're not lovable, I guess. Not really.
John: Come on, but that's...
Frankie: That's crazy, right? That's what I just said. Remember my famous curse?
John: Oh, yeah, your curse. That's when Cass brought you in to see me, yes. I remember that.
Frankie: Yes. Well, I was convinced that this old woman had hexed me, and so anyone I loved would be hurt, killed, eaten by wild dogs, and, therefore, very unhappy. But of course, that wasn't true. Cass showed me that.
Frankie: He showed me that the real curse was you believe you're so unlovable that you push people away.
John: Do you think Sharlene feels that way?
Frankie: She had pretty much the same upbringing I did.
John: [Sighs] So, what do you suggest I do?
Frankie: I don't know. Yes, I do. You love her and love her and keep on loving her, and sooner or later she's bound to realize that you mean it.
John: Well, I can do that. I can do that easily. I'm just not sure it'll be enough.
Grant: I can't believe I am saying this.
Sharlene: I can't either.
Grant: But if I stay... it just wouldn't be the right thing.
Sharlene: Gee. I wish I knew what the problem was.
Grant: It's not you.
Sharlene: You don't have a wife waiting at home for you?
Sharlene: You sure about that?
Grant: Yeah, very. Very sure.
Sharlene: If you say so.
Grant: You're the one that said you, uh, didn't want a one-night stand, remember?
Sharlene: Yeah, but this is the second night. [Laughs]
Grant: Then we'll just make sure that there's a third.
Sharlene: Well, that sounds like a smooth exit line.
Grant: No. I would hate it if I thought you were upset. You are very special.
Sharlene: Yeah? You're dropping me because I'm special.
Grant: How about Friday night?
Sharlene: Yeah, I guess so, yeah. See you Friday.
Grant: You're on.
Sharlene: Hey, wait. It's for luck.
Singer: So open your eyes see who I am
Cass: Took me a long time to realize I was in love with Kathleen, too, remember?
Felicia: Oh, I remember. Wally and I practically had to beat you over the head.
Cass: Yeah. And then she died, and I didn't think I could ever love anybody again.
Felicia: But you did.
Cass: You mean Nicole?
Felicia: Honey, I--I know it was different.
Cass: It was never the same again. I needed someone. Nicole was there. She was very sweet. She was wonderful.
Felicia: And it seemed so right.
Cass: Well, that's just it. We seemed right together, but it was not the same thing. I talked myself into that one, I think.
Felicia: You're not doing that with Frankie, are you?
Cass: Are you kidding? I've done everything I possibly could to ruin things with her, and, yet, through it all...
Felicia: You love her.
Felicia: You know, love sometimes is so strange.
Cass: Ain't that the truth.
Felicia: And scary.
Cass: Just the word is scary to me. I waited all this time because I wanted to make sure I wasn't lying when I said it.
Felicia: You just wanted to be careful, that's all.
Cass: Frankie has been hurt too much already.
Felicia: Hurting people, you know, sometimes is very easy to do.
Felicia: Well, I--I seem to be getting pretty good at it myself lately.
Cass: Oh, Mitch. Well, he's hurt you, too.
Felicia: I know. We've really done a number on each other.
Cass: But that's over, right?
Felicia: Well, we hope so. Can I give you a little advice?
Cass: Advice on love from Felicia Gallant? Ooh.
Felicia: Oh, shut up. Just listen.
Cass: Ok, oh, goddess of love.
Felicia: If you really are gonna start fresh, you're gonna have to mean it. What? What, what?
Cass: You're right. You're absolutely right.
Felicia: I know I'm right, but where are you going?
Cass: I have to take care of something.
Felicia: What, honey? Where?
Cass: Can you wait here until Frankie comes?
Felicia: Yeah, I guess I can.
Cass: Good, and tell her I'll be right back.
Felicia: Ok, but, Cass--
Cass: Thanks, bye.
Felicia: Cass, wait. Tell me where you're going.
Vicky: I can't believe I'm doing this.
Evan's voice: You have reached the residence of Evan Bates--
Vicky: I know you are there, Evan.
Evan's voice: ...And I'll get back to you. Good-bye.
Vicky: Forget it. I'll tell you myself.
Amanda: Now this is all starting to make sense.
Evan: What is?
Amanda: Why he's been so tense all the time, why he's acting so strange.
Evan: I don't like the way that sounds.
Evan: Well, if he knew that we made love, don't you think that he would bring it out in the open? Say something to you, at least?
Amanda: I think...
Amanda: He asked me several times if there was a secret, if there was something that I wanted to tell him.
Evan: And you're sure you never said anything?
Amanda: Oh, I said things. I lied. I lied over and over and over again. How could I do that?
Evan: Amanda, you have to stop the lying, especially to yourself.
Amanda: I don't have the courage.
Evan: Sure, you do.
Amanda: Do you really love me?
Evan: Mm-hmm, but I'm not gonna be dragged into your life again unless there is a special place for me. And that means a clean break.
Amanda: I know.
Evan: So I'm gonna go with you.
Evan: Amanda, I don't like the idea of you dealing with Sam all alone.
Amanda: No. Thank you, but no. This is something I have to do alone.
Evan: I do love you. (Dialing phone)
Felicia: Fine. Bye-bye.
Frankie: Hi, I'm sorry I'm so late, but I started talking to John and--hi.
Felicia: Hi, Frankie. Oh, Cass-Cass had to go out.
Frankie: He did?
Felicia: Yeah. He wants you to wait for him right here.
Frankie: This late?
Felicia: Mm. He shouldn't be very long.
Frankie: I mean, he had to go out this late?
Felicia: Yeah, he had something, I don't know, to do.
Felicia: Oh, don't worry about it. You know, he told me the good news.
Felicia: About the two of you...you know.
Frankie: That's what he said?
Felicia: Well, he certainly said it better than I'm saying it.
Frankie: And--and then he just took off?
Felicia: Yeah, he--he had something to do.
Frankie: Li what?
Felicia: Oh, I'm not really sure.
Felicia: What is?
Frankie: He's not here.
Felicia: Well, I just said he just had something to do.
Frankie: Felicia, you know him better than anybody, right?
Felicia: Well, yeah, I guess so.
Frankie: We are not just "you know," you know.
Felicia: Excuse me?
Frankie: He told me he loved me.
Felicia: I know.
Frankie: And now he can't take it.
Frankie: He--he finally said the word, and he has bolted. I mean, tell me the truth, Felicia, he freaked, didn't he?
Frankie: He started talking a mile a minute, laughing like a loon, and then he suddenly remembered that he had to meet some girl in a bar--
Felicia: Frankie, Frankie. Listen to me. He told me he loved you.
Frankie: He did?
Felicia: Love! He used the word "love." We talked about it. He told me how difficult it's been for him.
Felicia: Yeah. I just don't think that you ought to worry about it. You know...Cass, he--give him a little space. You'll see, everything is going to be just great.
Frankie: You think?
Felicia: Yes. Now, come on. Come on, you sit down right here, and you relax. He'll be back any minute, I know it.
Frankie: What's all this?
Felicia: What? Oh, that? Oh, he has gone cleaning up something.
Felicia: Listen, you wouldn't mind if I went home, would you? I'm kind of late.
Frankie: Oh, sure.
Felicia: You gonna be all right?
Frankie: Yeah. Felicia, I--I'm real sorry about all, you know, going crazy there.
Felicia: Oh, no, don't be silly. I understand. Great. [Laughs] You'll call me?
Frankie: Yes, will.
Felicia: Ok, you are all right?
Frankie: I'm fine. I'm fine.
Frankie: You take care.
Felicia: That's great.
Frankie: Thank you.
Frankie: Cleaning. Cass never cleans. I knew it. He finally said he loved me, and he has lost it. He has freaked. Kathleen.
John: Sharlene told me that she was working at the Pelican tonight. I just wanted to know if she was there yet. [Sighs] Right, yeah. Sorry to bother you, Al.
Sharlene: God. Looks like he saw them. He must be mad as hell. [Laughs]
John: Sharlene, where have you been? And what are you doing?
Vicky: Why didn't you answer the phone?
Evan: Because the machine is on.
Vicky: Yeah, I know the machine is on. I heard it about four times. What's going on?
Evan: I told you. I had a--an emergency.
Vicky: I know, and you were going to call me after it got over.
Evan: Vicky, I'm sorry. I forgot.
Vicky: Well, how did it go?
Evan: What, the meeting?
Vicky: No, the elections in Russia. Evan, what is the matter?
Evan: Nothing, I just--I've got so much that I'm doing. I'm exhausted. I've got so much going on. I just...
Vicky: Yeah, yeah. Tell me about it.
Evan: Vicky, I'm just--well, I need some quiet time.
Vicky: All right. Something happened when I was gone.
Evan: Vicky, I'm just tired--
Vicky: Don't give me that "you're exhausted" stuff. Something happened and you're gonna tell me what
Sam: Where were you? We were supposed to leave hours ago.
Amanda: I know.
Sam: Ah, well, so much for a romantic getaway in the country.
Amanda: I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the trip. I--I know you must be upset.
Sam: Hey, no problem. So, what happened?
Amanda: I couldn't go.
Sam: Why not?
Amanda: I had to think.
Sam: Well, what about? I mean, you just kind of walked out.
Amanda: Sam, I think a romantic weekend in the country would be a bit of a lie, wouldn't it?
Sam: A lie?
Amanda: I know Vicky told you that I slept with Evan. Why didn't you say anything? What kind of a game are you playing?
Amanda: Sam, say something.
Sam: I don't know why you're so upset.
Amanda: What? Vicky told you days and days ago, and you didn't say a word.
Sam: What should I have said?
Sam: Amanda, I didn't want to upset you.
Sam: Look, I know Vicky. I know how angry she is with you for firing her, and I know how vindictive she can be.
Amanda: I know.
Sam: Why should I believe a word she says?
Sam: I mean, do you think that I would take her word over yours? You're my wife. When I'd asked you if you slept with Evan, you said no. You said no right in front of Evan, in fact. It's good enough for me.
Vicky: Evan, a couple of hours ago, we kissed. We were closer than we have ever been, and now you have nothing to say to me?
Evan: I told you, I'm tired.
Vicky: You're tired? Well, let me tell you something. That kiss may not have been a big deal for you, but it was a big deal for me.
Evan: Vicky, that kiss was beautiful.
Vicky: Don't shut me out, Evan.
Evan: Ok, how about a drink then?
Vicky: Ok. Forget all that. We're--we're friends, ok? We've been friends for a long time.
Evan: I know.
Vicky: Well, I can help you if you would let me help you. I don't want a damn drink!
Evan: Well, then there is nothing wrong with me! I am just tired.
Vicky: Look at me. Look at me. You're lying. Something happened when I was gone. Tell me what it is.
Woman: Where in the world have you been?
Grant: Ann. I didn't expect to see you here.
Ann: Well, doesn't your fiancée even rate a kiss?
Grant: Yes, of course. How are you?
Ann: I'm fine, darling. The question is, how are you?
Grant: Little late for visiting hours, isn't it?
Ann: Well, it's a little late for patients to be out of the hospital, too.
Grant: Well, I make up my own rules, remember?
Ann: And it's one of the things I adore about you. You know, darling, you seem pale.
Grant: Hospital lighting.
Ann: I wish you had told me what the doctors have told you.
Grant: Oh, it's all inconsequential. It doesn't mean anything.
Ann: But you know I worry about you so.
Grant: You know, Ann, actually, I'm glad you're here.
Ann: I am, too.
Grant: How would you feel about breaking off our engagement?
Grant: Well, I mean, I'm living my life out of this hospital bed. It's not what I want for you.
Ann: Don't be absurd. You need me more than ever now.
Grant: I really mean that much to you?
Ann: Are you trying to hurt me?
Grant: No. No, I'm sorry, I'm not.
Ann: So no matter what the problem is, the world is to think you're fine, and that's what the press release said. The last thing you need is a broken engagement.
Grant: [Sighs] Is that right?
Ann: There is still so much you can accomplish, even from in here.
Grant: You sound exactly like my father.
Ann: Well, thanks for the compliment. You know what I heard on one of those morning talk shows? People actually discussed you as a possible presidential candidate. Oh, it's all we have dreamed of.
Grant: Ann, would you please leave me alone?
Ann: Oh, but, darling, we haven't seen each other in so long.
Grant: Do you mind?
Ann: But--are you all right? Should I get a doctor?
Grant: Look, I just have to make a call--a classified call, ok? Excuse me?
Ann: Of course, darling. I understand. I always have. I'll be back later. We'll talk then.
Sharlene: I know you must be furious.
Sharlene: No, why don't you just go ahead and say so. You think I spent so much money, don't you?
John: In a word, yes.
Sharlene: You know, that's great. You tell me you want me to be happy, and the minute I go and do something for myself and you just go straight through the roof.
John: Sharlene, I am not angry.
Sharlene: You could have fooled me.
Sharlene: You know, the first thing you said when you walked in here was, "what are you doing? Where have you been?"
John: I was worried about you. I thought something might have happened to you.
John: You told me that you were working at the Pelican tonight. I called them. They said that you weren't there.
[Phone continues ringing]
Sharlene: Yeah, that...
John: Well, why did you tell me that you were working there?
Sharlene: Because I thought I was. I thought I--I made a mistake, ok? I made a--I'll get it.
John: Never mind, I'll get it. It's the hospital. I was supposed to be there at 10:00, but I waited for you. Hello.
Grant: Hello, doc. I'm sorry to call so late.
John: It's all right. What's up?
Grant: I thought you would like to know about a new symptom.
Grant: It's a searing headache.
John: How long have you had that? I see. Uh-huh, well, listen, I'll be there as soon as I can. Call the nurse. I wrote an order for a painkiller. Right. I'll see you soon. I have to leave.
Sharlene: Don't tell me, a patient has a problem?
Sharlene: Well, we're having problems, too, doctor.
John: We'll have to talk about it tomorrow.
Sharlene: Well, you know something? Every time I do something a little unexpected, a little spontaneous, you jump all over me.
John: Look, I don't want to make you--
Sharlene: I'm starting to feel like I'm in prison.
John: Oh, Sharlene.
Sharlene: You know, if that's the way this marriage is gonna be, maybe we made a big mistake, you know?
John: Don't you ever say that!
Sharlene: [Screams] Don't you hit me! Don't hurt me!
John: I'm not going to hit you.
Sharlene: No, don't hurt me!
John: I am not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you. I love you.
Sharlene: Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it.
John: Sharlene, I'm not coming down on you. Look, just keep the clothes. You deserve them, all right? You need to have nice things.
Sharlene: They cost a lot of money.
John: It doesn't matter how much they cost. It will be ok. We'll work it out, I promise. I'll be back in a little while. It'll be ok--I will make it ok. I love you.
Cass: You see, the thing is... I didn't know if I'd ever love anyone again the way I loved you. And I spent my whole life looking for someone like you. And there you were. And I finally realized it. And we were so happy. And then you died on me. Knowing you, you probably did it to teach me some kind of a lesson. "Ok, Winthrop, it's time you learned what love really is and how it feels when you lose it." Well, I must confess, I could have done quite nicely with a somewhat less drastic lesson, Kathleen. You know... it really messed me up. It scared me. How could I let myself love anyone again knowing how much it could hurt me? But on the other hand, knowing how beautiful love could be, how could I not allow myself to feel that again? The point is, I mean, the real point is there has never really been anyone else.
Cass: Frankie, hi.
Frankie: I had a feeling I would find you here.
Cass: Yeah, uh, I'm--
Frankie: I just want to say no--no problem.
Cass: Uh, Frankie...
Frankie: What I said the other night about Kathleen--it was wrong, wasn't it? You're not over her.
Frankie: Even when I found you that time with a fever in the gazebo. The whole reason that we started getting close was because you thought I was Kathleen.
Cass: Now, stop it.
Frankie: No, it's ok. Forget it. I--I understand.
Cass: No, you don't understand anything.
Cass: The reason I came is because... I--I had to tell her.
Frankie: I'm serious, Cass.
Cass: Would you listen to me? In case you didn't hear me last night, I love you.
Frankie: But Kathleen--
Cass: Yes, Kathleen will always be a part of my life, a part of me. But you didn't let me finish. I was saying there was never really anyone since Kathleen until now. You're my life now, Frankie. Or at least... I think you could be. What do you think?
Evan: Yeah, I wish I could find some way to let you know this has nothing to do with you.
Vicky: Oh, I understand that, Evan. Forgive me if I don't care.
Evan: Vicky, I'll make it up to you. I promise.
Vicky: Forget it.
Evan: Vicky, all I need is just some time alone.
Vicky: Oh, for crying out loud.
Vicky: I know what's wrong.
Evan: Inform me.
Vicky: Sometimes I can be so dumb. We have been going around and around on this for so long, and tonight you finally admitted it.
Evan: Admitted what?
Vicky: You admitted you cared. And you're uptight about it.
Evan: Vicky, that's not it. It's just that I'm tired.
Vicky: You feel insecure. It's ok. I agree with taking things slow. Good night.
Evan: Good night, Vicky.
Amanda: What are you doing?
Sam: Getting my paint brushes ready.
Amanda: You're going to paint?
Sam: Sure, why not?
Amanda: Well, it's a little late.
Sam: Yeah, well, it's too late to go to the country. That's true.
Amanda: Sam, I'm sorry about this trip. I know--I know how much trouble you went to to plan it.
Sam: Aah, no problem. You got to be kind of bugged about Ken Jordan, though, don't you?
Amanda: What do you mean?
Sam: That's right, you don't know about that.
Amanda: Know what?
Sam: Well, while you were out walking or doing whatever, Jamie and Rachel brought Ken Jordan back here.
Amanda: What are you talking about?
Sam: Well, he's sick... kind of bad, I guess. Although, Jamie is not too worried. He's in the guest room down the hall from Rachel's.
Amanda: What happened?
Sam: I don't know. Maybe you should talk to your Mom.
Amanda: Well, yeah--yeah, I will. But...
Sam: What? What's the matter?
Amanda: Well, I think we should talk, don't you?
Sam: Why? Everything has been said, hasn't it? See, I trust you... completely. Now, don't you think you should be going to bed?
Amanda: Are you coming soon?
Sam: No, I don't think so. I think I've got a lot of energy tonight, so I'm gonna work.
Amanda: You're starting something new?
Sam: Maybe I'll do a portrait... of you. The real Amanda.
Ann: Grant, what is this?
Ann: I went to find your doctor, and what does the nurse tell me? Your doctor is this--this resident who has been practicing medicine all of 4 months.
Grant: Yes, yes. Calm down, calm down.
Ann: Well, what happened to all those specialists we contacted?
Grant: They are all still hanging around here, but the only one I trust and the only one I want is Dr. John Hudson.
Ann: The resident.
Ann: Does your father know about this?
Grant: Oh, I'll handle my father.
Ann: Your father will never allow some inexperienced resident who didn't even attend--
Grant: [Clears throat] Excuse me, darling, have you--you haven't met my doctor, have you? Oh, Dr. Hudson, this is my fiancée, Ann Burlingame.
Ann: Hello, Dr. Hudson. It's a pleasure to meet you.
John: Ms. Burlingame.
Ann: Grant has had nothing but good things to say about you.
John: Well, thank you. I can certainly see why he's in such a hurry to get well.
Ann: Ah, yes, well, we had planned a summer wedding.
John: Well, it's definitely something to work towards, but right now, I'm gonna have to pull rank on you.
Ann: Oh, you want me to leave.
John: Guy needs his rest, you know.
Ann: Yes, he does. I'll talk to you first thing tomorrow, darling.
Ann: Sleep tight.
Grant: You, too.
John: Ms. Burlingame. [Whistles] Lucky man. She's beautiful and very charming.
Grant: Hmm? Oh, you think so?
John: Well, anybody would. How are the headaches?
Grant: Oh, boy, better now, but a while ago, I thought I was going to go blind.
John: Let me take a look. How did they start? Pounding? Wavy lines?
Grant: Wavy lines.
John: Mm-hmm. What's this?
Grant: Oh. [Chuckles] It's a souvenir from a bad poker game.
John: [Laughs] Well, there is nothing to worry about then.
Grant: How's that?
John: Well, you know what they say--unlucky at cards, lucky at love.
Grant: Oh, ok.
[Sheena Easton's "The Lover In Me" playing]
John's voice: Forget the clothes. Keep them. You should have beautiful things. Just know that I love you. We'll work it out. It'll--it'll be ok. I'll make it ok. I love you. I love you.
Singer: Talk about the love you're missin' maybe that it's true when they say love is blind I can help you if you listen I can make you feel good if you just let me try if everlasting love is what you're waiting for and the time for you is just passing by so here I am come walk right through my door and in love for the rest of your--
Sharlene: What is all this? What is all this? Sharlene Hudson. Oh, my God. What's happening to me?
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