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Another World Transcript Tuesday 4/18/06
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Ken: Hello, Paulina.
Paulina: I was just about to call you.
Ken: Were you? I'm here to see Rachel.
Paulina: Yeah, well, she can wait.
Paulina: I have had it.
Ken: Had what?
Paulina: All of it. All of it.
Ken: Ok, ok, ok. Calm down, calm down. What's happened?
Paulina: I've nearly been caught I don't know how many times.
Ken: Doing what?
Paulina: Searching through Mac Cory's private things. What do you think?
Ken: And what have you found?
Paulina: Absolutely nothing.
Ken: Well, you're just going to have to dig deeper.
Paulina: I don't understand. I don't understand why we need a piece of paper. Why can't we just come out--
Rachel: Paulina. Why didn't you tell me Mr. Jordan was here?
Vicky: Wait till you taste this brie. I stopped by this wonderful little gourmet deli. Oh, Mom is going to love it.
Marley: Donna isn't here right now.
Vicky: And for the not-so- gourmets, I have cheese puffs, chocolate-covered Graham crackers.
Marley: Vicky, this really isn't--
Vicky: Oh, for you and me, chocolate covered cherries. Want to be bad and have one now?
Marley: No. Vicky, this is really not a good time.
Vicky: Why? Where are the folks? Maybe they'll be happy to see me.
Marley: They're out.
Vicky: And you're here alone?
Vicky: And you're trying to get rid of me?
Marley: No, I wouldn't call it getting rid of you--
Vicky: Because you're upset about something, you think your pushy sister is going to make you talk about it?
Marley: There is nothing to talk about.
Vicky: What's this? Telegram.
Marley: Give me that.
Vicky: Is that from that guy who's been calling you?
Marley: It is no big deal.
Vicky: The hell it isn't, Marley. Is something going on? Are you in some kind of trouble?
Grant: So, you can have dinner tonight?
Sharlene: Yeah, but I thought...
Grant: What? What is that beautiful head of yours thinking, huh?
Sharlene: I thought we were going to spend the time alone.
Grant: Well, alone comes later. There's somebody very special I want you to meet.
Sharlene: Speaker of the House?
Grant: [Laughs] I'll pick you up at the Pelican, all right?
Grant: Bye, bye. Ok, we are on.
John: Look, Grant, I--
Grant: No, no, no. I'm not taking no for an answer. Not--not at all. Uh, I got everything started in motion and I'll be back with the particulars in just a few minutes, ok?
John: Is this how you bully the rest of the House?
Grant: Wait a minute. Your wife. I forgot about your wife. I'm sorry. John, get on the phone and invite your wife. We'll make it a foursome. It'll be perfect, ok? Be right back.
Stacey: I didn't say that.
Derek: Well, what did you say? What the hell did you say?
Stacey: I said that your life could be so much more.
Derek: What? More what? Acceptable? Profitable? What? More upper-middle class? Is that it?
Stacey: You know what I'm talking about.
Derek: No, I don't know what you're talking about. It figures.
Jamie: This is obviously a bad time.
Derek: No, Jamie, you stay. I think this is a perfect time for Stacey. She needs to be around achievers these days.
Stacey: Derek, please.
Jamie: I'll come back.
Stacey: No, it's all right. You--you can stay.
Derek: What did I tell you?
Stacey: Derek, wait. Derek, don't go.
Derek: Why? You want the 3 of us to sit down and discuss the investment market or something?
Stacey: You don't have to be snide.
Derek: Oh, I'm useless. I'm snide. Hey, I'm really on a roll.
Stacey: So, what are you going to do, just storm off?
Derek: Oh, no, I'll be very quiet.
Stacey: Derek, don't go. We can work this out.
Derek: You know, for somebody who is real smart, Stacey, you don't see things clearly at all. And there is no way we can work this out. It's over.
Jamie: You all right?
Stacey: I'm fine.
Jamie: I know I should have called first.
Stacey: No, it's all right. I'm glad you're here.
Jamie: You've been on my mind a lot lately. I've missed our talks.
Stacey: Me, too.
Jamie: Are you sure things are ok?
Stacey: They're great. Can't you see? They're just great.
Donna: "Hi, you two. I'm going to be a little late. There's champagne in the bucket. Just make yourselves at home. Love, Marley."
Michael: Well, that's all it says.
Donna: [Sighs] That's it.
Michael: Uh, champagne.
Donna: Just like she said.
Michael: Think we ought to drink some?
Donna: While we wait?
Michael: While we wait. Nice room.
Donna: Hmm. Very private. Half a glass, please.
[Knock on door] Oh, good. That must be Marley.
Waiter: Good evening.
Waiter: I have your Chateaubriand for two.
Donna: For two?
Michael: Here, let me help you there.
Waiter: Would you like me to serve it to you?
Michael: No, no, no, no, no. Thank you. I think you can just leave it. This will be just, uh, fine.
Waiter: Thank you, sir.
Michael: Thank you.
Waiter: Let me know if you need anything else.
Michael: Ok. Mm.
Donna: Chateaubriand for two.
Michael: Two salads.
Donna: Wine glasses for two.
Michael: There's two plates.
Donna: [Sighs] I'm beginning to get the picture.
Michael: Yeah. Obvious, huh?
Donna: Very sneaky.
Michael: Well, it's very sweet.
Donna: [Laughs] Our darling daughter set us up.
Michael: Yeah. Did she ever.
Donna: Should we be angry?
Michael: I don't know. Uh, shall we discuss that over dinner?
Marley: I'm fine.
Vicky: You're lying.
Marley: It's nothing.
Vicky: Marley, you can't hide what you feel from me. I feel what you feel. I--I had nightmares about this.
Marley: You did?
Vicky: Yes, so don't give me this--this "it's nothing" garbage.
Marley: When I went to California, I was very hurt. I wanted to get back at Jake.
Vicky: I can relate to that.
Marley: So I practically threw myself at a man, which made me realize how much I still loved my husband.
Vicky: What was this other guy like?
Marley: Very different than Jake--terribly sophisticated, serious.
Vicky: So what happened?
Marley: Well, I'd only been on a few dates with him when I began to sense that I was in trouble.
Vicky: What kind of trouble?
Marley: Well, there was just something too intense about his feelings for me.
Vicky: So you dumped him?
Marley: I told him it was over because I still loved my husband.
Vicky: Something tells me he didn't take that too well.
Marley: He told me he would never let me go.
Vicky: Why don't men say that to me?
Marley: Vicky, I wish this were funny, but he won't give up.
Vicky: Well, then do something about it. Get a court order.
Vicky: All right. You--you said this guy's feelings were intense. Is that your ladylike way of saying he's a nutcase?
Marley: No, it is nothing like that. Believe me, I can handle it.
Vicky: Oh, oh, famous last words. You're going to let this guy completely mess up your life and get you all worked up?
Marley: No, this man is not the man who's getting me worked up.
Vicky: Yeah, but you--
Marley: It's Jake.
Vicky: Oh, what does Jake have to do with all this?
Marley: Well, this whole experience made me realize how happy I was with Jake. How much he meant to me. How happy I was that we were together. Oh, Vicky, he was the only man who ever accepted me for what I was.
Vicky: Good looking, smart, rich. Oh, that guy's a real humanitarian.
Marley: I am more than that. Jake knew it.
Vicky: So why did you divorce him?
Marley: It was easier to run away than to face my feelings and try to make it work.
Vicky: So you want to get back with Jake?
Marley: I want to try and see if what was lost should have been lost. Oh, you look like you don't approve of this.
Vicky: No, it isn't that I don't approve.
Marley: You just don't understand.
Vicky: No, I do understand. I have these pangs about Jamie from time to time. I have--I have them now. I fantasize about going on his trip with him.
Marley: What trip?
Vicky: Oh, he has this doctor convention thing. Anyway, I know what you're feeling about Jake. Once you're married to a guy, you don't just say, "hey, that was swell. Bye."
Marley: Or at least we don't.
Vicky: Maybe we should. Maybe we should just get on with our lives.
Marley: I agree. But maybe Jake can be a part of my life.
Vicky: And maybe not.
Marley: I don't remember you being so pessimistic.
Vicky: Well, I don't remember you being so--
Vicky: You're looking for trouble.
Marley: You mean I'm opening myself up to be hurt again?
Marley: That never stopped you.
[Knock on door] That must be Jake.
Vicky: Marley, wait. I have something to tell you.
Marley: Vicky, Jake is waiting.
Vicky: Hang on, Jake, we'll be right there.
Marley: Can't this wait for heaven sakes?
Vicky: I just don't want you to get your hopes up about him, that's all.
Marley: Why? Is there something I should know?
Vicky: I'm just worried about you, that's all.
Marley: Well, don't. That's all this family does is worry about me. Don't you have anything better to do? Vicky, this is between Jake and me. It is nobody else's business. I'm--I'm sorry to keep you waiting out there.
Jake: No problem. So, Vicky, what are you doing here?
Vicky: Chatting with my sister, Jake.
Marley: But you were just leaving, right?
Vicky: Oh, yes. Yes, I am in a major rush.
Vicky: Take it easy. Ciao.
Marley: So. It's just the two of us.
Marley: Really. Do you want a beer or something?
Jake: Sure. Yeah.
[Sighs] Uh, where's Mikey?
Marley: He is in the other room with Angela. They're watching a video.
Jake: And, uh, and Donna and Michael?
Marley: Well, they are out for the whole evening...I hope.
Marley: I arranged it that way.
Marley: I thought we should have this time alone.
Grant: Ok, Doc, reservations have been made-Tops at 9. See you and your wife there, ok?
John: I'd really like to have dinner with you, but not tonight.
Grant: Why not?
John: My wife isn't feeling well.
Grant: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that--
John: I just got off the phone. Apparently, she has the phone off the hook so that she can go to sleep.
Grant: Well, it's not serious I hope? ....I keep you long hours.
John: Come on, long hours come with the territory.
Grant: Hey, is there anything I can do?
John: Uh, no, I don't think so. Thanks.
Grant: Well, I'm not giving up on that dinner.
John: We'll do that soon.
Grant: As soon as your wife feels better, ok?
John: I'll let you know.
John's voice: Frankie?
Frankie: P ca bd he - pwaress calling for Sharlene.
John's voice: Is she there?
Frankie I just t h , e n e 4 ro aly er wa home. ???
John: No, I just called there. She wasn't home.
Frankie's voice: Uh boy! I saw her earlier today and she was in a great mood.
John: Where was this?
Frankie: At the dress shop. Uh, and if I were you, I would get my little butt home. She's got surprises for you.
John: What are you talking about?
Frankie: My lips are sealed. All I'm going to say is that you have a very nice evening in store for you. Have fun.
Ken: Nothing like getting pressed into service two minutes after you arrive.
Paulina: There's so much, Mrs. Cory.
Rachel: Just put it anywhere. We'll--we'll sort it out later.
Ken: I thought you said Amanda's party was going to be a small gathering.
Rachel: Well, it is compared to her debut. We had 300 guests and a 12-piece orchestra--right, not right in the front of the door, fellows.
Paulina: An orchestra?
Rachel: Yes. Tables all the way down to the lake.
Ken: By the way, the clock is wrapped and beribboned. I'll have it delivered tomorrow morning.
Rachel: Oh, I thought you were going to bring it.
Ken: Yes, was but then I thought Amanda might like the present brought here at the party.
Rachel: No. @ C r h 1 hc @ 8 I c pr ó dt & d' p whig??
Paulina: Ah, it's pretty.
Ken: I'd like to know the matron that would wear that.
Rachel: And then I have this.
Paulina: Are those emeralds?
Rachel: Yes and diamonds. Emeralds are her birth stone. What do you think?
Ken: Well, don't ask me. That's girl stuff.
Paulina: The emeralds.
Paulina: Oh, yeah. They'll--they'll be beautiful with her eyes.
Rachel: Yes, I think you're right. Thank you. That's what I'll give her.
Ken: Amanda's a lucky girl.
Rachel: I'm lucky to have her.
Ken: I'm sure she deserves this and lots more--
[Doorbell chimes] ...But right now, I want to take you away from all this.
Rachel: No, I can't possibly. I'm not through yet.
Ken: Sure you can.
Rachel: Oh, excuse me. Hello? Yes, this is she. Well, no, you can't. Because we don't live there. Underhill Terrace.
Paulina: The champagne is here, but there's been an accident. Two cases have broken in the driveway.
Rachel: Broken? Underhill Terrace.
Rachel: U-n-d--oh, please, don't make me spell it.
Paulina: They want to know if they should unload the rest or--or just have a whole new shipment sent in.
Rachel: I don't see what point that would be.
Rachel: Yes, just up the hill and to the left.
Paulina: They're not sure if they can replace the vintage, you see.
Hilda: Helen is being very difficult, Mrs. Cory.
Rachel: About what?
Hilda: Dessert. She says blueberries aren't in season.
Paulina: What should I tell them, Mrs. Cory?
Ken: Tell them to unload what they've got and we'll call the store. Now, get your delivery here in 15 minutes. When you're finished with the champagne, Paulina, go with Hilda and tell Helen that the menu stands as it is. No arguments. Off you go. Rachel, you're coming with me?
Rachel: No. Well, wait a minute.
Ken: Have fun everybody.
Ken: Right here. I've got something to show you.
Jamie: Thank you.
Stacey: I--I was talking about the air. You know, spring blossoms and aroma.
Jamie: [Laughs] Well, the wine has a nice bouquet, too.
Stacey: Oh, man.
Jamie: I said that like one of those wine experts. Fruity but insipid. Full bodied, yet--yet cheeky.
Stacey: Oh, gee.
Jamie: Here. Down the hatch.
Stacey: Thank you, Jamie.
Jamie: For what?
Stacey: Oh, for dragging me out of the office. It's much better than moping there alone.
Jamie: True. Better to mope out here with me.
Stacey: No, you--you know what? I'm--I'm not going to mope any more. And I'm not going to feel sorry for myself. Let's have a proper toast. What do you say?
Stacey: To good friends that are always there when you need them.
Vicky: What are you doing?
Michael: Would you, uh, care for some more wine?
Donna: I want to go home.
Donna: I know Marley went to a lot of trouble, but, really, it was too presumptuous of her. And I wish that both of our daughters would stop trying to push us back together. It's not fair to me and it makes me feel confused and manipulated and I really want to leave.
Michael: Donna, please, wait.
Michael: Please, just talk to me for a second. I'll keep this very simple. I know that--that--I know that you don't trust me, but...
Michael: I trust you.
Donna: Oh, really?
Donna: What about all those things you said this afternoon?
Michael: Well, I said a lot of things this afternoon.
Donna: You said that at least neither one of us had an affair.
Donna: So, that was a very pointed remark.
Michael: Donna, I love you. I trust you. And I so much believe the same thing that Marley and Vicky believe--that we belong together. Please, stay. Come on, sit down. Let's just finish dinner. A step at a time. Let's just finish dinner. Sit down, please. Now, would madam care for some bearnaise sauce?
Donna: Just a little.
Michael: Oh, my word. A note.
Michael: "Turn down the lights, turn on the music, and try..." well, why don't you finish this?
Donna: "Try to remember why you got married in the first place and the second place..." oh, Marley's such a wit.
Oh, Donna, oh, Donna
Michael: Remember this?
Donna: Of course I remember this.
Michael: As I recall, we used to dance quite a lot to this particular song. Come here.
Donna: I'm hungry.
Michael: Yeah, well, so am I.
Donna: Well, why don't we just sit down?
Michael: Damn, why don't we dance, ok? Just shut up and dance.
Since she left me I've never been the same 'cause I love my girl Donna, where can you be?
Marley: I--I see you're not--
Jake: Not what?
Marley: Wearing your wedding ring.
Jake: No, I--I still have it. I have yours, too.
Marley: You do?
Jake: Yeah, I--I tried to get rid of it, but...
Marley: You couldn't. I understand. It's a symbol of the most important commitment you make in your life.
Jake: Yes. I--I remember finding it when you left.
Marley: I'm sorry, I--I'm--I'm going to check on dinner, ok?
Jake: [Chuckles] Why--why don't I take you out?
Marley: But I--I cooked a wonderful meal--all of your favorites.
Marley: I promised Mikey that we would actually stay here for him. I'll be back.
Jake's voice: And I don't want you to be confused about what happens. This was not a mistake. It was right. I haven't felt this good in I don't know how long.
Donna: Me, too.
Marley: I used to be wonderful with stuffed mushrooms-- what are you thinking about?
Frankie: Yo, Sharlene. Whoo!
Sharlene: Frankie, what are you doing here?
Frankie: Well, I just came by to say hi.
Sharlene: Yeah, well, we did that a couple of hours ago. We said "hi" and then we said-- we said "bye."
Frankie: Yeah, but I have something I wanted to ask you.
Frankie: Um, I--I was going to ask you before, but we had that fight and--
Sharlene: Frankie, what?
Frankie: Will you be my matron of honor?
Sharlene: We already talked about that.
Frankie: Yeah, I know, but--
Sharlene: What's going on?
Frankie: Going on?
Sharlene: You following me around?
Sharlene: Frankie, don't lie to me.
Frankie: I never could lie to you. Ok, John and I are worried about you, and I thought it would be a good idea if you and I spent more time together.
Sharlene: John's asked you to spy on me.
Frankie: I wouldn't do that.
Sharlene: Oh, right.
Frankie: Sharlene, he--
Sharlene: Listen, go check in. Tell him you saw me.
Frankie: Sharlene, would you let me explain?
Sharlene: I want you out of here, Frankie. You double-crossed me. I thought I could trust you, but I can't.
Sharlene: Leave me alone, ok? Go away and leave me alone.
Vicky: As a rule, Rachel doesn't like people messing with her things.
Jamie: Vicky, I thought I heard your voice.
Vicky: Was I that loud?
Jamie: Is something wrong?
Vicky: No, I just have something important to talk to you about.
Jamie: This is kind of a bad time. I have company.
Vicky: Oh, I see. Well, I'm sure Stacey will understand that we need some time; won't you, Stacey?
Stacey: Ah, yeah, it's no problem at all.
Stacey: I'll be fine.
Jamie: What's this about, Vicky?
Vicky: Well, I was thinking about this trip that you were taking to the Riviera.
Jamie: You can't keep Steven?
Vicky: Oh, no--not--it's not that at all. I decided Steven and I should go, too.
Ken: I realize this is tacky.
Rachel: Why, because my gazebo is overgrown?
Ken: Oh, no, no. Because it is your gazebo. Kidnapping a lady and spiriting her away to her own garden is decidedly tacky.
Rachel: Is that what this is? A kidnapping?
Ken: Well, call it a benevolent abduction.
Rachel: I haven't been here in years. How did you find this?
Ken: I'm a professional finder, remember?
Rachel: It's a beautiful evening.
Ken: Made to order.
Rachel: When did you plan all this?
Ken: When I called you earlier. You put me on hold 3 times. I could hear the tension in your voice.
Rachel: Well, one is bound to be a little tense when one's planning a party.
Ken: Yes, especially, when that party dned m ??everything that's been wrong with Amanda lately. What's this?
Rachel: What's what?
Ken: Normally, if I had said something like that, you would have taken my head off.
Rachel: I wish I could make everything right for Amanda. She's ryh li I at at. Trouble seems to follow her around.
Ken: Yeah, but you outgrew it.
Rachel: Did I?
Ken: What does that mean?
Rachel: I spotted you for trouble the minute I saw you and here I am. I needed to get out of the house.
Ken: I done good.
Rachel: What's in the basket?
Ken: Uh-uh. All in good time. This is going to be a very leisurely abduction. Now, try this first.
Rachel: What is that?
Ken: The recipe I got from a Himalayan monk. The wine comes from Jason's liquor store in town.
Rachel: I can't stay out all evening.
Ken: I'm going to keep you out for at least one hour.
Rachel: Why, you really are taking over, aren't you?
Ken: Madam, that's the whole idea.
Frankie: Sharlene, look. I'm sorry, ok?
Sharlene: Listen, I'm--I'm sorry, too. I yelled at you and I-I shouldn't have yelled at you.
Frankie: You've been doing that a lot lately, you know?
Sharlene: Yeah, I know, I know. Look, it's been really busy tonight, and the last thing I needed to know was that John was worried. That's all I need to hear. I mean, John is always worried and everybody wants me to make it my problem.
Frankie: Look, I guess I should be going. I'll see you though, ok?
Sharlene: Ok. Hey.
Grant: Well, what was that all about?
Sharlene: Oh, it's just another nosy friend trying to tell me how to live my life. Ready to go?
Grant: Any time you are.
[Laughs] What--what happened to your friend?
Grant: Well, he couldn't make it. His wife wasn't feeling very well.
John: Sharlene. Sharlene? Sharlene.
John: "John, I'm working an extra shift tonight and won't be back till late. Don't wait up, Sharlene."
Vicky: I need a vacation.
Jamie: You do?
Vicky: Mm-hmm. And I thought Steven would really love the beach, so I figured, why not?
Jamie: No, Vicky.
Vicky: You don't think it would be good for Steven to spend time with us while we're together?
Jamie: I didn't say that.
Vicky: But, you said no.
Jamie: It won't work.
Vicky: Why not?
Jamie: Because this is a business trip. There's no time for you and Steven.
Jamie: Besides, I think the fr rivrat would wo woieone tyoun ?
Vicky: There's sand, there's water, isn't there? What's--what's not to love about that?
Vicky: Oh, you're afraid of what's going to happen if you take me to the Riviera, aren't you?
Jamie: No, and if you'll excuse me for a second.
Vicky: Hey, ok. It was just an idea. I guess Steven's sleeping?
Jamie: For about an hour.
Vicky: Ok, I'm just going to peek in on him, then I'll go.
Jamie: Thank you.
Vicky: You're welcome.
Jamie: I'm sorry I took so long.
Stacey: No, actually, I think it was good. I needed some time to myself anyway.
Jamie: This fight with Derek, was it serious?
Stacey: Well, we've had fights before, but somehow this one was different.
Jamie: I'm sorry, Stacey.
Stacey: Yeah, you know, I can't help but to think that this is the beginning of the end. And you want to know the worst part about it? I still love him very much.
Jamie: I know exactly what you mean. I've been there.
Stacey: Oh, God, it hurts so much, Jamie.
Jamie: Even when you know someone is totally wrong for you.
Frankie: What is that smell?
John: Well, your guess is as good as mine.
Frankie: Oh, what is that stuff?
John: Stuff that was left over in the fridge that didn't have mold on it.
Frankie: You're not going to eat it, are you?
John: Well, I'm going to try. You want some?
Frankie: No thank you. John, I saw Sharlene.
Frankie: At the Pelican. And I'm afraid I've completely blown it.
Frankie: She and I kind of got into it.
Frankie: She was so--I don't know, she was--
John: Hostile and then tried to get rid of you?
Frankie: How did you know?
John: [Sighs] I've been there.
Frankie: Well, I--I have never seen her like that before. I mean, except last week, when she yelled at me about mama.
John: I'm sorry I got you involved in this, Frankie.
Frankie: You know, when I saw her earlier today at the dress shop, she was in such a great mood, you know? She was buying a little teddy to surprise you and--and then tonight she was--
John: ...A completely different person.
John: It's been happening a lot lately.
Frankie: I'm so sorry. I always figured you guys had all the answers, you know?
John: Yeah, so did I.
Frankie: So, what are you going to do?
John: I don't know. Don't you worry about it. Go home to Cass. Sharlene and I will work this out together.
Frankie: I know you will. You really will.
John: Thanks, Frankie.
Frankie: Ok. I'll see you.
Marley: Dinner was ok?
Jake: Dinner was ok.
Jake: You are an excellent cook as usual.
Marley: Do you want to have coffee out here?
Marley: I have raspberry tart. I didn't make it myself, of course, but I do have it.
Jake: I think maybe I should get going.
Jake: Mm... because I... I don't know what you expected.
Marley: I never should have left you, Jake.
Marley: I should have tried. Oh, I should have tried to make our marriage work.
Jake: It's over, Marley.
Marley: Does it have to be? Hmm? Does it have to be?
I couldn't see paradise right before my eyes when I had you here by my side I didn't know that no one else could ever take your place but, now I know I know that I should have stayed and seeing you tonight I only wonder why I ever said goodbye any other fool would never walk away even a fool would still be there holding you any other fool would know...
Marley: I've wanted to do this for so long.
Marley: Nobody's else's arms feel like your arms.
Jake: You are so beautiful.
Anyone else would have fought to keep it alive if they were in my shoes they'd know the love we had
Jake: I can't do this.
Marley: Why not?
Jake: Marley...can't set myself up again.
>> Any other fool would never walk away
Marley: We can make it different this time--
Jake: Shh. The way I felt--the way I felt just then kissing you, I just can't risk that.
>> I never should have let you go I had it all when you were loving me I had it all as any fool could see any other fool but me
Jake: If I don't leave now... ...then I won't leave.
>> I had it all when you were loving me I had it all as any fool could see any other fool would never walk away even a fool would still be there holding you oh, any other fool
Paulina: Thanks. Thought you weren't supposed to drink on duty.
Derek: I'm not on duty.
Paulina: When do you go on?
Derek: I don't work tonight, ok?
Derek: I'm drinking tonight.
Paulina: Why? Ah, don't tell me. I can guess why.
Derek: No, you don't have to guess. You don't even have to talk. In fact, I'd like that a lot.
Paulina: Stacey came by the house tonight with Jamie.
Derek: It's a free country. She can go wherever she wants.
Paulina: It must have been a pretty bad fight.
Derek: What did I just say?
Paulina: That you don't want to talk about it.
Derek: And I don't.
Paulina: [Sighs] Well, you know, I've had it with the blue bloods myself. I'm so sick and tired of them looking down on everyone, jerking them around. What do you say we blow this joint, huh? Let's go somewhere and let off some steam.
Derek: What did you have in mind?
Paulina: Oh, I don't know. Let's find some hot club. No, forget that. Any dive with music will do. I want to dance till I drop. Come on, let's go have fun.
Derek: Ok, you're on.
Sharlene: [Laughs] Sorry.
Grant: That's all right.
Sharlene: It got busy.
Grant: I noticed. I like watching you work.
Grant: I like watching you do anything.
Sharlene: [Laughs] I'm sorry about dinner, Grant, I am, but it's real sweet you wanted me to meet your friend.
Grant: You know, it's funny. Until I met you, I never realized how few people I really, really cared about. You're something. You know that?
Sharlene: Kind of special yourself.
Grant: [Laughs] Makes me want to start my whole life over again, and do it honestly this time. Did you buy something nice?
Sharlene: You betcha.
Grant: Oh, so what does it look like?
Sharlene: Well, why don't we go to your place and I'll model it.
Grant: Not tonight.
Sharlene: I don't get it.
Grant: Look, when we do make love for the first time, I want to know that you're completely mine.
Sharlene: Oh, Grant, I am.
Grant: And that other guy? I want him to know, too.
Sharlene: He will.
Sharlene: He will. So, come on. Let's go to your place.
Grant: Sharly, now we both know that this is not a casual affair, don't we?
Grant: So we have to be completely free. There can't be anybody else.
Sharlene: Tomorrow night.
Sharlene: I promise I'll take care of my situation, and then we can be together.
Grant: Tomorrow night?
John: Sodium amytal.
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