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Another World Transcript Thursday 4/6/06
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Paulina: I knew it.
Jamie: Well, what do you have there?
Paulina: Steven was asleep, so I thought I'd look for a good book to read.
Jamie: You find anything?
Paulina: Yeah. Good night.
Jamie: Oh--uh. "On foot from the Yucatan to the Isthmus of Panama."
Paulina: Sounds interesting, don't you think?
Jamie: A real page-turner, I'm sure.
Paulina: I love reading about places I have never been to.
Jamie: But Central America?
Paulina: Yeah, sure, why not?
Jamie: I just got back from Central America. I'd love to see that book. May I?
Emma: Here you are. There's some people in there looking for you.
John: I'll be in a minute.
John: Emma, you have to tell me what happened to Sharlene back home.
Emma: You know something I found out long time ago, John? I almost never have to do anything I don't want to do.
John: Something is happening to her, Emma. I know you've seen it. If you can help her in some way--
Emma: Sharlene has to help herself. She can do that. She can.
John: Then you admit that there's something wrong. Help me, Emma!
Frankie: Mama--you two--here you are. Now, and the party is in there. Now, as soon as Sharlene gets home, we're going to get down.
Emma: Oh, dear.
Frankie: Come on.
>> ...All the night so long hold me tight the time is finally here so long running disappear turn out the lights 'cause tonight we own the night
Amanda: She loves it when we both tuck her in.
Sam: Doesn't happen very often.
Amanda: I hope she sleeps through the night. Hilda said she's been waking up a lot lately.
Sam: Yeah, well... you know, she's young, but she knows things haven't been right around here.
Amanda: Sam, I'm glad things are better between us. They are, aren't they?
Sam: Yeah, sure.
Amanda: I need to know that you love me before I do this.
Sam: Do what?
Amanda: When I told you about Evan and me, I thought that it was over.
Sam: But it wasn't.
Amanda: No, there's more.
Jamie: I thought so.
Jamie: Oh, I had actually read this before.
Paulina: Oh, yeah?
Jamie: I was writing a novel. Well, trying to anyway, and one of the characters was an archeologist. He was traveling to Nicaragua to research the Toltec civilization.
Paulina: Sounds fascinating.
Jamie: No, it was awful. I gave up after about 10 pages.
Paulina: You know, I didn't even know that you were a writer.
Jamie: Before I decided to go into medicine.
Paulina: Did you ever have anything published?
Jamie: Yes, actually. But it didn't do too well. Except in Bay City.
Paulina: I bet you were really good.
Jamie: Not really, I--after I completed my turgid autobiographical work, I gave it up.
Paulina: Oh, that must have been difficult to do.
Jamie: Especially because I felt it disappointed Mac.
Paulina: He wanted you to keep writing?
Jamie: He was very encouraging. He didn't have a lot of objectivity when it came to me or Amanda or Matthew.
Paulina: He sounds like a wonderful man.
Jamie: He was the best.
Paulina: I bet you and Mr. Cory spent a lot of time together in this room, huh?
Jamie: We did. Whenever I walk in here, I think about him. And he was tough sometimes. He made me read every great novel in here at least twice, and then we'd have these wonderfully long conversations about them. One of his favorites was "Studs Lonigan"-James Farrell.
Jamie: It's here if you ever want to read it.
Paulina: I'll make a point of it. You two were very close, weren't you?
Jamie: He was more than just like a father. Just being around him made you think that everything was going to be all right.
Paulina: I wish I had known him.
Jamie: Sometimes I think that it was a blessing that--that he went so quickly, that he didn't suffer, didn't know that he was dying. But other times... I don't know. I just wish that I had the chance to say goodbye to him.
Paulina: He wasn't even in Bay City when he died, was he?
Jamie: No, no, he wasn't. He was in Maine. He was doing some fishing and thinking. Mac loved to fish. He loved to do so many things.
Paulina: I am sure. Well, I guess I'll go on upstairs and read up on the Panama canal.
Jamie: Oh, Paulina, I think that we should get together this week.
Paulina: You do?
Jamie: To discuss plans for Steven while I am in the south of France.
Paulina: Oh, right.
Jamie: Maybe we could have dinner--away from the house.
Paulina: Is there a problem?
Jamie: No, no, everything is working out fine.
Paulina: Good. All right then. Dinner sounds great. Have a good night.
Jamie: You, too.
Frankie: The place where she works.
Emma: I know that's where she works. You can't tell me there are not better ways to earn a living. And I can't believe they wouldn't give her the night off for a family celebration.
John: She'll be back soon.
Emma: Now, Rachel Cory's here. She's not going to wait around all night.
Frankie: Mama, this party is just cranking up.
Emma: Oh, dear.
Emma: Don't tell me I left that shortbread in the oven. Oh.
Frankie: I won't--won't tell you that. Uh-uh, no way can you get me to tell you that.
Emma: I was counting on Sharlene to help me do the cooking.
Frankie: Mama, I am here. I can help you do whatever needs to be done.
Emma: Mary Frances, this is your party. You need to be with your guests.
Frankie: Mama, you know, I wish you wouldn't eat shortbread, that cholesterol is really bad for you.
Cass: That's when I knew she was a special, special woman. I'd never seen such lousy luck in my entire life. I'd only get--I couldn't even get two cherries on the machine. I mean, the casino managers, they were drooling when they saw me. They were tripping over themselves. They were begging me to play their tables.
Rachel: I can't imagine it. I wish I had been there.
Cass: Well, you were pretty close, actually, in the Arizona desert.
Rachel: Were we? Is Las Vegas close to it?
Ken: As the crow flies, maybe. The Arizona desert is about as far from Las Vegas as you can get.
Cass: I take it you are not a gambler.
Ken: I don't gamble as a rule, no.
Rachel: If you'll excuse me, I want to talk to Emma in the kitchen.
Ken: I hope you won't hold that against me.
Cass: No, not that.
Ken: I realize you don't hold me in particularly high regard.
Cass: I'd hold you in higher regard if you hadn't come around asking all sorts of pointed questions about Mac Cory's will.
Ken: You know, I am amazed about how many people in this town seem to feel threatened by me.
Mitch: And I am amazed that there aren't a lot more people wary of you.
Ken: I assume you are thinking particularly of Rachel.
Cass: Well, has anybody seen my fiancée lately?
Felicia: I--yes, the last time I saw her, I think she was in the kitchen.
Cass: Great. Listen, there's lots to drink, so don't let it go to waste.
Felicia: Oh, don't worry, honey. Thank you. So, did any of you try the delicious sausage rolls? I wonder if Emma would give me her recipe.
Ken: Beats me.
Felicia: You know, my chef at Tops would choke on his whisk. I mean, if he doesn't make it, he doesn't think it is edible.
Felicia: Well, honey, didn't you want to talk to John about your knee?
Mitch: About what?
Felicia: Your knee, your bad knee? Remember, he was going to recommend a brace or something, you know, for playing golf. We'll see you later.
Ken: See you later.
Rachel: You having fun?
Ken: I was.
Rachel: Well, I am sorry.
Rachel: I didn't even think about the fact that Mitch would be here.
Ken: Not to worry. No harm done.
Rachel: You sure?
Ken: I am sure.
Michael: Well, I just--I want you to know, I think you look especially gorgeous tonight.
Caroline: Thank you, Michael. You're soloing this evening.
Michael: I'm what?
Caroline: Well, your bride doesn't seem to be here.
Michael: Oh, no, Donna is staying home with Mikey tonight.
Caroline: You don't think that's rather dangerous? A rather conniving female might put designs on you.
Michael: Well, I think Donna is pretty secure in the fact that I can fend for myself.
Caroline: Doesn't that depend how much fending you want to do?
Rachel: Well, Michael, couldn't you find a babysitter so that Donna could be here?
Michael: Well, actually, Rachel, our lives have changed quite a bit since the Millers came into our life.
Caroline: I heard about that.
Rachel: Yes, I am sorry about that. If there's anything we can do...
Michael: Well, thank you. Thank you very much. If you'll excuse me.
Caroline: Poor guy.
Rachel: Well, Caroline, I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?
Caroline: Fine. In fact, I'm more than fine.
Caroline: I must say, you look fabulous.
Rachel: Thank you very much. So do you.
Caroline: And when are you going to come by the gallery? I like my investors to come by and give me a critique. Come on.
Rachel: Ok, um, I've been away a lot.
Caroline: So I've heard. And I can see why.
Caroline: I had a good look at your date.
Rachel: He's not my date.
Frankie: Look, mama, I know you are upset, but could you please lighten it up a little bit?
Emma: Mary Frances, I know how to behave at parties.
Frankie: Mama, I know you do. I didn't mean it that way. It's just--
Emma: Would you just--just don't spill the tray.
Frankie: I'm out of here.
Felicia: Emma, I want you to know those are delicious.
Emma: Well, they taste good, even if they're not fancy, if I do say so myself.
Felicia: Are you having time to at least enjoy yourself?
Emma: Oh, I enjoy being around happy people, I always have. Which reminds me--I have to talk to you about "The lady and the laborer."
Felicia: My book. Oh, darling, are you a fan?
Emma: I kind of hate to admit it, but I love those stories, or maybe I should say I used to love 'em.
Josie: Hi, I'm sorry we're late.
John: That's all right. You're not the only ones that are late. Sharlene isn't here yet either.
Matt: Ooh, smells good, the food.
Josie: Don't you eat a bite until you meet my aunt Emma.
Matt: Ok, let me talk to my parents.
Josie: All right. Where is she, John? Why isn't she here?
>> But now is the beginning a fresh start since forgiving so take my hand let's leave the past behind 'cause we need all the night so come hold me tight tomorrow's still unknown but this evening's ours alone turn out the lights ...
Amanda: You were right about Evan. He can't be trusted. When I found out that he was the one that--behind the thefts, I felt responsible.
Amanda: He did it because he was angry at me. Because I told him that I was going back to you.
[Knock on door] Yes?
Hilda: It's me, Mrs. Fowler, Hilda. I just have some clothes of Mr. Fowler's to put in the drawer.
Amanda: I'll put it back. Thanks.
Sam: Don't do that yet. Just say what you were going to say.
Amanda: I can't believe I've got to go through this after everything that I've put you through--
Sam: Just say it. Just say it.
Amanda: I helped Evan put the money back... I covered for him. You don't seem surprised.
Sam: I'm not. I knew.
Caroline: I had a primitive sculpture showing in New York.
Ken: I--I wish I had seen it.
Caroline: Oh, I wish I'd known you, too. The critics absolutely ripped me apart. They thought I was utterly ignorant. I really needed to know an expert like you before.
Ken: Well, if you ever mount another...
Caroline: Hey, I just might, I really might.
Caroline: So, I'll go and get another glass of champagne. I'm thirsty.
Rachel: I can't imagine why Sharlene invited her.
Ken: I need to talk to you.
Rachel: About what?
Ken: Not in here. I think we've stayed past the minimum. Can we step outside?
Felicia: Listen, what about a garden wedding?
Frankie: Oh, great.
Cass: I have allergies.
Felicia: Well, something dramatic. How about a hot air balloon ride?
Cass: It sings to me.
Frankie: Acrophobia. I'd go crazy.
Cass: Why don't we just call the whole thing off?
Frankie: I'm going home to mother.
Cass: Good idea.
Felicia: [Laughs] Listen, have you talked to Stacey lately?
Cass: Just everyday.
Felicia: No, I mean, has she mentioned anything about Lucas' case?
Cass: She's not going to know anything until she hears from that congressional committee.
Felicia: I know, but how long is this going to take?
Cass: You know these committees move at their own speed, if they move at all.
Felicia: Well, they can't ask him to hang on forever, can they?
Cass: How does Mitch feel about all this concern you have for Lucas?
Mitch: Josie looks very nice, doesn't she?
Matt: And why shouldn't she? That's all she ever thinks about - her looks.
Mitch: Are the two of you having a problem?
Matt: I don't know. Sometimes I look at her and I think it's not Josie--it's not the same Josie I used to take skating at the Mill, you know what I mean?
Mitch: Yes, I do.
Emma: That's a good-looking boy.
Josie: He is not a boy, aunt Emma.
Emma: You know what? He seems to have real nice manners. But you know, that's exactly what I would expect from Rachel's boy--excuse me, from Rachel's young man.
Josie: I think I'm going to go find out what's going on with mama.
Emma: Go ahead.
Josie: Ok. Have you heard anything from mama?
John: No, I haven't. I am going to go and call the Pelican and see if I can find out where she is.
Grant: Oh, boy, I've wanted to do that to you ever since the first time I ever saw you.
Grant: I've told you. I have told you many times, lots and lots of times.
Sharlene: I want you to tell me again and again.
Grant: Ok, I'll tell you again. Because of that great, great smile, that great spirit. I just find you incredibly exciting.
Sharlene: I am!
Grant: [Laughs] You are. Not to mention confident and honest and just sexy as hell.
Sharlene: I hope I don't disappoint you.
Grant: You could never do that. What about me?
Sharlene: What about you?
Grant: What was your first impression of me?
Sharlene: [Laughs] Well, I just thought you were the handsomest thing I ever did see.
Grant: Well, I--I am.
Sharlene: Not to mention confident and honest and sexy--
Grant: And sexy. You didn't know anything about me, did you?
Sharlene: I didn't know who the hell you were, congressman.
Grant: I think maybe that's why I love being around you so much.
Sharlene: What about now?
Grant: Now? Now you make me feel that life is very special and every second counts. What--what are you thinking about?
Sharlene: You make me feel a lot of things, too.
Grant: Like what?
Sharlene: Before I met you, I-- all I wanted was a good time. I didn't want commitments, I didn't want strings, I didn't give a damn about the future.
Grant: And now?
Sharlene: And now I know I want more. I know I need more.
Grant: Tell me what you need.
Sharlene: I need...
Grant: Tell me what you need.
Sharlene: I need to be loved. I need someone to love me.
Grant: Is that someone looking right into your eyes right now?
Sharlene: It's him. No! No, no, we can't do this.
Sharlene: No, we can't do this.
Sharlene: Not here. We can't do this.
Grant: Sharlene, what?
Sharlene: Not until I handle something. No, Grant, this would be a big mistake. That's all I can tell you.
Grant: Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a--
Sharlene: It will be a big mistake.
Grant: There's someone. There's another man in your life.
Sharlene: There's no one else I care about. You're the only person.
Grant: But there is someone else.
Sharlene: What there is is this other part of me, this part of me I wish had never happened. And I'm going to get rid of that part tonight.
Grant: Let me go with you.
Sharlene: No, I got to take care of this myself.
Sharlene: Well, when will--
Grant: When can I see you?
Sharlene: As soon as it's taken care of.
Grant: No, no, no, that's-- that's not good enough. Tomorrow--meet me at noon. There--there's a little restaurant, a place called L'etoile. It's at the corner of Victory.
Sharlene: I don't know whether I can be there. I--I--I...
Grant: Please, please, please. Please be there. Please be there.
Sharlene: I'll be there. Ann is a pretty woman.
Grant: Not like you.
Sharlene: She's got class.
Grant: No, she's greedy. I'm sorry, I should have gotten rid of that a long time ago.
Sharlene: Allow me.
Grant: Sharly? Tomorrow, noon.
Jamie: You are back.
Paulina: I couldn't sleep.
Jamie: I'm surprised. I thought that travel book would knock you right out.
Paulina: I decided to look for a novel.
Jamie: You said that you might want to read this.
Paulina: "Studs Lonigan."
Jamie: Yeah, I was just looking at the inscription. "To my favorite aspiring novelist, may 'Studs' be an inspiration to you. And may it be one of the joys of your life as it has been for mine."
Paulina: "Love, Mac."
Paulina: Mrs. Cory.
Rachel: Well, what's this?
Jamie: Mom. The party's over already? I'm going to head up.
Paulina: Yeah, me, too.
Rachel: Goodnight, darling.
Paulina and Jamie: Goodnight.
Rachel: Well, the last thing that Jamie needs is a thing with Steven's nanny.
Ken: No, the last thing he needs is interference from you.
Rachel: I wonder if that's what made her take the job.
Ken: I wonder how long you're going to avoid the real issue here.
Rachel: What real issue?
Ken: You and me.
Rachel: I didn't understand that we were an issue.
Ken: Stop it.
Rachel: What's the matter?
Ken: I heard what you said to Caroline.
Rachel: What did I say to Caroline?
Ken: You denied that I was your date.
Rachel: Oh. Well, it was just a knee-jerk reaction.
Ken: It was a lie.
Rachel: It didn't mean anything.
Ken: The hell it didn't.
Rachel: All right, maybe it did.
Ken: Look, I like being with you...more than I want to admit. But I'm not going to do it if you keep lying to yourself and everybody else about what this is.
Rachel: What is it?
Ken: It's a date. I mean, I'm--I'm not your pal. I'm not your escort. I'm not your therapy. I am your date. I know it is still hard for you.
Rachel: Yes, it is. It makes me feel very disloyal to Mac.
Ken: Because you're trying to get on with your life?
Rachel: You can't understand that?
Ken: No, I understand very well. I was in love myself once.
Grant: Oh, come on--come on Hudson. Get off the phone. Never mind. Stay put. Yeah, this is Congressman Harrison. Listen, have my chauffeur bring my car around immediately, would you please? Thank you very much.
[Knock on door]
Ann: Hello, Grant.
Ann: Am I catching you at a bad time?
Grant: Well, actually, I'm sorry. I was just getting ready to leave. I--
Ann: Well, whatever it is, it'll have to wait. We're going to talk now.
John: Damn, I wish I knew what was going on.
Michael: What, she's not at the Pelican?
John: No, she's not at the Pelican. She wasn't even supposed to be working tonight. She lied to me.
Michael: You don't know that for sure.
John: Yes, I do know that, Mike. She just lied to me, and she's never lied to me before, not about anything.
Michael: Don't try to control her.
John: I don't want to control her. I just want to understand what's going on.
Felicia: You know, Emma, I don't think that Frankie could do any better than Cass. Right, Mitch? You know, he's one of my best friends ever.
Emma: You don't say.
Felicia: Yes. I mean, sometimes he drives me a little crazy, but, well--I mean, when the chips are down, he's there.
Emma: From what I hear, he knows just about everything there is to know about chips and cards and slot machines.
Felicia: Well, yeah, he gambles once in a while, but he's very reliable, really. And he's a lot of fun, isn't he, Mitch? Anyway, I just think when you get to know him...
Emma: We'll see.
Felicia: Well, you're certainly a big help. Thanks.
Mitch: What was I supposed to say?
Felicia: Well, I mean, I'm trying to convince her that Cass is wonderful, and you're just standing there? You don't even say anything.
Mitch: You know, maybe I have some other things in my mind.
Felicia: Like what? Honey, are you upset about something?
Mitch: I think you know why.
Felicia: No, I don't know why.
Mitch: Well, let me give you a hint. How about Lucas?
Felicia: What about him?
Mitch: You know, sometimes I get the feeling that maybe he's the only person or the only thing you can think about.
Felicia: Are you serious?
Mitch: You just got through talking about him with Cass, didn't you?
Felicia: Mitch, please.
Mitch: You know, sometimes maybe--you know, if--if I just knew that you were thinking about me.
Felicia: John's been looking for you.
Sharlene: Oh, has he?
John: Well, you made it.
Sharlene: Frankie and Cass' party? Of course I made it.
John: I called the Pelican. They told me that you weren't working tonight.
Sharlene: Oh, well...
John: Where the hell were you, Sharlene?
Amanda: I wish you told me that you knew.
Sam: I just figured it out.
Amanda: Why wouldn't you say anything?
Sam: Because I wanted you to tell me.
Amanda: I did that.
Sam: Yeah, a week later.
Amanda: Sam, come on. I thought it was too much for you to be able to handle when you first came back.
Sam: Oh, you thought telling me that you were unfaithful was enough to deal with in one day, huh?
Amanda: Sam, look at me. I know this is going to sound-- I don't care. I don't care how it sounds. It's the truth.
Sam: What is?
Amanda: I really think that something good came out of this.
Sam: Ok, what's that?
Amanda: I know now--I know that I love you and that I always have. I hope you believe that.
Sam: Let's just say it's a lot to deal with in one day.
Amanda: I know. I know it is. And I know that you need time. But I'm still going to ask you this. Do you still love me? I need to know. You don't have to tell me what you think I want to hear. I just want to hear what you're feeling. Please, don't pull away from me again. Not when I need you this much.
Grant: Look, Ann, I really don't have the time.
Ann: Well, make the time, Grant.
Grant: Very well then. What is your problem?
Ann: My problem? Oh, this really is difficult. I--I thought by now you would have come to your senses.
Grant: My senses?
Ann: Breaking off with me was a terrible mistake.
Grant: No, Ann, it was not.
Ann: We had plans. We knew exactly where we were going and exactly how we were going to get there.
Grant: Well, my plans have changed.
Ann: And I was good for you. Do you realize "The Post" has called us the new couple in Washington?
Grant: Ann, I know that this is very hard for you.
Ann: And you are throwing everything away.
Grant: Look, we can still be friends, and I want us to be friends--
Ann: Is this--is this your condition? I--I mean, is it because of your condition? It must be much worse than you've been telling everyone.
Grant: I've got to go. I've got to get going. Where are you parked?
Ann: Am I right?
Ann: Then why are you doing things like this?
Grant: Ann, I don't want to hurt you.
Ann: Just tell me.
Grant: I'm in love with another woman.
Sharlene: Al doesn't know whether he's coming or going these days. It turns out they didn't need me after all. I couldn't be happier that I'm home. I wouldn't--I wouldn't miss being at this party with you for anything.
Josie: Mama, there you are. I really need to talk to you. Alone.
Josie: Yeah, do you mind?
Michael: I guess congratulations are in order here, huh?
Cass: Thank you, Michael.
Frankie: Thank you very much.
Michael: I'm very happy for you, and I know Nicole is, too.
Cass: Have you heard from her?
Michael: No, I haven't, but Donna has. Actually, Donna wanted me to thank you for writing her and telling her yourself.
Frankie: He's a very sweet man.
Josie: It's as if something inside me made me turn that alarm off.
Josie: Mama, it's that fan business. It has to be.
Sharlene: You know what? I'm sure that's what it is. I'm sure that's what it is.
Josie: And Matthew--he is still mad at me.
Sharlene: Oh, is he?
Josie: He's putting a good act, acting like everything is ok. But he's just been so distant. It's like he's just waiting to pick a fight with me.
Sharlene: Why? That Olivia probably had it coming to her.
Josie: Well, Matthew doesn't think so. Mama.
Josie: I really need your advice.
Sharlene: Ok, all right. You want my advice? You tell Matthew to lighten up. What does he think you are, a saint?
Josie: You are not angry with me?
Sharlene: You turned the alarm off. Big deal.
Josie: Yeah, yeah.
Sharlene: Yeah, big deal. Sometimes we all have to bend the rules a little bit. If there is something we want, we don't pass.
Josie: Mama, this is great. I never thought you'd understand.
Sharlene: I do understand. Let me tell you something, Matthew will get over this. Believe me. And you know how to help him do that.
Josie: I do love him.
Sharlene: Good, then you hold onto him. Because the love of a good man is hard to find.
Josie: I know what you mean. Thanks, mama.
Sharlene: Yeah. Hey.
Caroline: About bloody time you got here.
Sharlene: Why, is there a problem?
Caroline: Everyone's wondering who invited me and why. And I'm feeling rather uncomfortable.
Caroline: I'm not as thick-skinned as you think I am. I don't suppose you've changed your mind about talking to John.
Sharlene: No, I have not. Party or no party. He's going to find out I want a divorce.
Emma: Nuh-uh, it's just me.
Josie: Hi, aunt Emma.
Josie: Oh. It's a beautiful night, isn't it?
Emma: Oh, yeah. It's a cold front coming. That means it's going to rain. That'll be good for the farm.
Josie: Oh, that's good.
Emma: Can't you see the signs in the sky?
Josie: Well, I don't get out to the farm as much as I'd like.
Emma: That's right. I will never understand John and your mama letting you go off and live by yourself. I'll tell you, I never would've approved of it.
Josie: Aunt Emma, I am not a child.
Emma: Honey, it's not good for a young girl to grow up too quick.
Josie: I'm not all that grown up.
Emma: Oh, really? You could have fooled me. You're living all by yourself. Engaged to be married. Working around all kinds of people.
Josie: You mean my modeling?
Emma: Josie, honey, I really don't want to stick my nose in when I am not asked. But I--I swear. I mean, standing in front of a camera getting your picture taken all day doesn't exactly build up the work ethic.
Josie: The work ethic?
Emma: Sweetheart, you were born beautiful. How hard is it to have your picture taken?
Josie: Shouldn't I use my God-given gift?
Emma: For what? Selling overpriced dresses to rich women? Honey, look, I--I just call it like I see it. Now, if your mama thinks it's ok for you to go off and live on that superficial side of life, that's between you and your mama. But I worry. I do. And I ask myself, "what are Josie's values?"
Josie: Well, I--I--I believe that everyone's created equal, and that no one should be cruel to another person, and that love is the most important thing in the universe.
Emma: That's good. That's real good. You ever give any thought to the nobility of good, hard work?
Josie: Aunt Emma, modeling is very hard work.
Emma: Oh, I bet it's taxing. Can't tell me it compares to working in the dirt on your farm.
Josie: No, I guess--I guess I can't.
Emma: What about those other values? The ones about the sanctity of marriage and that special bond between a married man and married woman?
Josie: I believe in that.
Emma: Do you?
Emma: Do you?
Emma: I'm glad. I'm really glad. I admit, I must have gotten the wrong idea about you and Matt. See, I sort of had the impression your relationship was a lot more involved. I apologize. God, you kids today, you just rush right in where an angel wouldn't be caught dead.
Josie: Aunt Emma. This has been a nice chat, but I'm--don't you think we should get back in to the others?
Emma: Probably. There's no way you are going to believe this, but you know there was a time I was exactly the same age you are now?
Josie: Yes, ma'am.
Emma: Josie. Honey. Stay close to your family and your farm. See, nature is the best teacher there is. You think about it.
Josie: I will.
Emma: See, sometimes an aunt can tell you the things a mama just can't. I'm glad we had this talk.
Josie: Me, too. Thanks, aunt Emma. Mama, no wonder you are so hard on me.
Matt: Hey, what's wrong?
Matt: Then why aren't you enjoying the party?
Josie: Matthew, how can I enjoy the party when you are mad at me?
Matt: Oh, I am over being mad.
Josie: Matthew, come home with me. We can't talk here. Come back to my apartment with me, please.
Josie: Ok. I'll get my stuff.
Cass: Well, it wasn't love at first sight.
Frankie: That's for sure.
Cass: Far from it.
Frankie: There was no music in the background, no fireworks going on.
Cass: Well, now, wait a second. There were a couple of sparks.
Frankie: From friction.
Cass: We've come a long way, Mary Frances.
Frankie: Yeah, the best is yet to come, counselor.
Cass: You're going to be my wife. I can't believe it.
Frankie: Oh, I'm going to make you believe it everyday for the rest of your life.
Felicia: Well, you two, I hate to break it up.
Felicia: We got to get going.
Mitch: Congratulations again to both of you.
Cass: Thank you.
Frankie: Thank you.
Mitch: I'll get the coats.
Cass: Is he all right?
Felicia: Yeah, yeah, everything is all right. You know, I learned that your mother is a romance novel freak.
Felicia: Mama. In fact she really hated my--my last two books--their endings.
Cass: Oh, honey, I doubt she actually meant "hate."
Felicia: Well, you are right. I am really not stating it right. It was much worse than that. She warned me--my next book had better be better or else.
Frankie: Oh, Felicia, I am so sorry.
Felicia: No, honey, it's fine. Don't be silly.
Frankie: Excuse me one moment.
Cass: Talk to mama.
Felicia: See you later.
Felicia: It was fun.
Cass: I love you.
John: Hello, Cass. How's it going with Emma?
Cass: How about you?
John: Well, a little bit better. I think she thinks of me at least as reliable and steady.
Cass: I won't say a word.
Cass: Actually, Frankie is the one that I'm concerned about. She's working overtime trying to make sure that everybody gets along.
John: I think Sharlene is doing the same thing.
Cass: I'll bet she is.
John: Sometimes I get wrapped up in my own problems, I can't see the forest for the trees. Marriage's kind of rough sometimes.
Sharlene: So after I tell John that I want out, I'm going to go upstairs, grab the two or 3 things that I want out of this rattrap, and then I'm going to get out the door.
Caroline: And jump in my car.
Sharlene: And split. That's what I'm going to do.
Caroline: Look, I'm ready. It's getting late, and I can't be here forever.
Sharlene: Ok, no time like the present.
Rachel: Tell me about it.
Rachel: About the woman you were in love with.
Ken: I don't know why I said that.
Rachel: Well, why shouldn't you?
Ken: Because I don't want to talk about it.
Rachel: Oh, come on, you know all sorts of things about my past. I know very little about you.
Ken: You know enough. More than enough.
Rachel: I bet there are volumes.
Ken: It's all very dry stuff.
Rachel: Oh, I don't think so.
Ken: I should go.
Rachel: Why do you always do that?
Rachel: You bring something up, and then you just drop it.
Ken: I do do that, don't I?
Ken: I am liking you. I am liking being with you.
Ken: But you've got to understand something. This thing, this relationship-- it's just as hard for me to-- as it is for you.
Rachel: Because of this woman?
Ken: Partly, yes.
Rachel: Well, if you want this to be serious--I mean, you and me to be serious, I think maybe you better tell me about this woman.
Ken: Her name was Maria. She was beautiful. She meant the world to me, and I lost her. That's all.
Rachel: How did you meet her?
Ken: I said that's all.
Rachel: How did you meet her?
Ken: Well, you are not going to believe this. I saw her across a crowded room.
Rachel: Oh, dear.
Ken: No, really. She looked at me and laughed this wonderful throaty laugh like she knew exactly what was going to happen next.
Rachel: Where was this?
Ken: Central America.
Rachel: Central America again. Did Mac know her?
Ken: Yes. I think I'd--
Paulina: Mrs. Cory? I'm sorry to interrupt, but Mrs. Hobson was asking for you upstairs.
Ken: I'll see myself out. Good night. Excuse me.
Rachel: Thank you. [Giggling]
Amanda: We really have started over, haven't we?
Sam: Uh-huh. [Laughs]
Amanda: Where are you going?
Sam: I'm getting the clock. I'm going to set the clock.
Matt: I really can't stay.
Josie: Who says?
Matt: I have an early class. I really should be getting--
Josie: You should shut up and kiss me.
Josie: Less talking, more kissing.
Matt: I thought we were going to talk.
Josie: Olivia's not here. She has dance rehearsal, and she's going to be very late.
Matt: Josie, I really--
Josie: Matthew, stay. I know you miss me. And I know you miss this.
Grant: Andy, you sure this is the right road?
Andy: North Pike, this is the one, Mr. Harrison.
Grant: You know the turn off to the Frame farm?
Andy: I've got my map.
Grant: How much longer do you think it'll take us to get there?
Andy: Oh, we're pretty close. It shouldn't be long now.
Sharlene: John, I want to talk to you.
Frankie: Da-da-da-da da-da!
Emma: Don't drop it, don't drop it.
Cass: Carrot's my favorite. How did you know?
Michael: Could we get a speech or anything?
Cass: I love carrots.
Frankie: What do you sing at an engagement party? "Happy engagement to you"?
Cass: Happy engagement to you happy engagement to you or congratulations to you.
Frankie: Oh, that'd be good.
Michael: Lots of carrots. What's that mean?
Frankie: It means it's a carrot cake.
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