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Another World Transcript Tuesday 7/4/06

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Vicky: What are --

Ryan: Am I doing here?

Vicky: Yeah.

Ryan: Well, I said I'd call.

Vicky: Call, not stop by without a warning.

Ryan: Well, I got the impression from the way you rode a horse that you were the impulsive type.

Vicky: Very funny.

Ryan: Well, my mistake. I had this great evening planned, but I guess I was wrong.

Vicky: Wait.

Donna: This is awful.

Bridget: It's lovely.

Donna: No, it's not. You're just saying that to placate me.

Bridget: No, I'm being honest.

Donna: Oh, I'm changing.

Bridget: Oh, no, you're not.

Donna: Bridget, I --

Bridget: Do you know that that is the sixth dress that you have tried on?

Donna: All right. Did you check on the crackers that Michael likes so much? Do we have plenty of those?

Bridget: We have plenty of everything.

Donna: Because you know he is going to be hungry when he walks in and I want to make sure that he has plenty of those. Are you sure that I look all right? This is a very --

Bridget: My dear, you look beautiful.

Donna: No, I'm changing.

Bridget: No, you're not.

Donna: Bridget --

Bridget: No, you're not. No, you're not changing. Now, listen to me. Now, I came over here to help you. And you look beautiful in that dress and you're not going to change it.

Donna: But I --

Bridget: What you're going to do is, you're going to come over here and you're going to sit down and you're going to try and relax, you see?

Donna: Bridget, if I sit down and I try to relax, I'll start to think. And if I start to think, I'll fall apart.

Bridget: Miss Donna, you've got to talk to Mr. M R.. you've got to face him.

Donna: I know. And I'm dreading it.

Bridget: I know you are, my dear.

Donna: This must have been horrible for him to have to take Mikey to his -- I can't even say it.

Bridget: Now, look, you have to do it.

Donna: Yes, I do. He took Mikey to his parents. And he doesn't even understand why.

Bridget: That's not true. Of course he understands, and so do you. You did what you felt was the right thing.

Donna: Yes, I did.

Bridget: Listen to me. The one thing that you have to do right now, you know, is you and Mr. Michael have got to spend time together.

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: Who is that? That couldn't be Michael. He said he wasn't coming home until later.

Bridget: Oh, of course it's not Mr. Michael. He's got a key. Oh, Jake.

Jake: I want to talk to Donna.

Donna: Jake, get out of here.

Jake: Not until you and I have a talk.

Donna: What about?

Jake: Our future.

Sharlene: You're dying, aren't you?

Grant: I'm trying not to. Because of you I'm trying like hell to stay alive. You have made me want to live again.

Sharlene: That can't change.

Grant: Even if everything else has?

Sharlene: You cannot let what's happened to you stop you from fighting. Please, Grant, don't give up. You have got to live.

Grant: I can't tell you how much it means to me to know how much you care.

Sharlene: Of course I do. We all do.

Grant: I'm starting a new treatment.

Sharlene: You are?

Grant: Yeah. Yeah, I've really got high hopes that this one's really going to do the trick.

Sharlene: You must believe that, you must.

Grant: I'm sorry.

Sharlene: For what?

Grant: Touching you that way. I didn't mean to presume.

Sharlene: It's ok.

Grant: No, it isn't, Sharlene. It's just hard for me not to touch you. It's just that I'm used to us being intimate.

Sharlene: I understand. I just --

Grant: You don't have to explain. You don't have to apologize. I just hope that you understand what Sharly and I were all about.

Sharlene: I want to understand.

Grant: You know, for a long time Sharly didn't even know that I was ill.

Sharlene: I didn't know.

Grant: So what we had together -- our love -- was full of joy, full of life.

Sharlene: I --

Sharlene: No.

Grant: What? What were you going to say?

Sharlene: It's difficult for me to -- to understand your feelings.

Grant: Well, it's difficult for me, too, because I've never felt anything like them.

Sharlene: I wish I could remember more about us.

Grant: It was special what we had. We -- we were good together.

Sharlene: John, why didn't you tell me Grant was dying?

Vicky: I didn't mean to be rude.

Ryan: Are you sure?

Vicky: Yeah, really. I'm sorry. I just -- this isn't how I pictured our first meeting. Come in.

Ryan: You were picturing our first meeting?

Vicky: Fleetingly. Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, I'm sorry for how the place looks.

Ryan: Oh, no, the place looks great.

Vicky: Well, then, I'm sorry for how I look.

Ryan: Ok.

Vicky: Oh, so you're saying I definitely don't look great, right?

Ryan: Mm-hmm. You've got a smudge on your face right there.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, I got to get a computer.

Ryan: Excuse me?

Vicky: No ink. I was typing an article and I had a deadline to meet.

Ryan: Oh. You're a writer?

Vicky: Yes. You're just getting a little too personal for me.

Ryan: Well, I thought I'd charge right in. That's what horsemen do.

Vicky: Oh. Well, why don't I explain it all to you over that nice evening that you had planned.

Ryan: Oh, great. I hope you like Tops.

Vicky: Love it.

Ryan: Good.

Vicky: Well, I'd better get changed and bathed.

Ryan: Mind if I help?

Vicky: Very funny. Cute, cute. No, why don't you just go to Tops and I'll meet you there.

Ryan: No, really, I don't mind waiting.

Vicky: Yes, you do. Waiting is boring. I wouldn't want you to be bored at all.

Ryan: No, a gentleman escorts his lady to dinner all --

Vicky: You don't have to be a gentleman tonight. It's ok. I promise I'll make it worth your wait.

Ryan: Ok.

Vicky: Bye.

Ryan: Hello.

Jamie: Hello.

Vicky: Hello.

Donna: Michael's going to walk in here any minute. I don't have time for this.

Jake: Make time.

Donna: Bridget, would you please check to see if Angela put the vegetable terrine in the refrigerator?

Bridget: Yes, I will, Miss Donna. But I want you to know that I'm going to be right outside that door in case Miss Donna needs me.

Jake: Well, this won't take long.

Donna: Why do you always show up at the wrong time?

Jake: I just want you to know that Marley and I --

Donna: I don't want to hear about you and Marley.

Jake: Well you're going to hear it, Donna. Marley and I have a chance to get back together. I don't want you to mess things up.

Donna: Why are you telling me this? You know how I feel about you and Marley getting back together.

Jake: You're right, I do. That's why I'm here.

Donna: You're not going to do anything to change my mind ever.

Jake: You'd like me to leave town and just disappear, wouldn't you?

Donna: Yes, I would. There's not any hope for you and Marley anymore. You're young and you're talented. Why don't you go start somewhere else?

Jake: I think there is hope. I don't want to start over, Donna.

Donna: Hush.

Jake: You're back with Michael. You're trying to make things work. Why can't Marley and I do that? Why can't you and I bury the hatchet, Donna, and get on with our lives?

Donna: Why can't you keep your voice down?

Bridget: Miss Donna, the garage called. Mr. Michael is on his way up here.

Donna: Jake, leave. Go out through the service pantry, please. I don't want you to be here when Michael gets here.

Jake: You tell me, Donna, what difference does that make?

Donna: Just do as I ask. He's very upset. I don't want him to be any more upset than he already is.

Jake: I'll leave through the kitchen.

Donna: Thank you.

Jake: You think about what I said.

Donna: Just go.

Bridget: Come on, away you go.

Michael: Hi.

Donna: Hi.

Vicky: Hi, sweetheart. Come here.

Jamie: Go to Mommy.

Vicky: Hi, handsome guy. Oh, hi. Oh, this is my son, Steven.

Ryan: Your son?

Vicky: Yes. Well, I'll be ready in a flash. See you at Tops. Bye.

Ryan: Bye.

Vicky: Bye.

Jamie: Neatly done, Vicky.

Vicky: What?

Jamie: I'm not the least bit offended. I am a little curious. Who was that guy?

Vicky: Oh, a guy.

Jamie: No name?

Vicky: Oh, it's worse than I thought.

Jamie: And where are you going? Didn't we agree that you were taking care of Steven?

Vicky: Well, you said after dinner.

Jamie: It is after Steven's dinner.

Vicky: Yeah, but this just came up. Will you help me out?

Jamie: What came up? Him?

Vicky: Kind of out of the blue. Come on, you understand how these things happen. Steven, look, Mommy bought you the toy store again.

Jamie: What things, Vicky?

Vicky: Look, a phone. Get me the coast. Talk. Oh, talk. Really, Jamie, Marley will be here any minute and she can take care of Steven. There you go, sweetie. But she'll do it until I get back.

Jamie: From where?

Vicky: Dinner. It'll be really brief.

Jamie: Whoa, whoa, wait. No name is the one.

Vicky: What one?

Jamie: Your reason for the interest in horses.

Vicky: Oh -- oh, it's no big deal.

Jamie: You're using up a lot of energy for no big deal.

Vicky: Jamie, he's a guy that I said I would meet. Be a pal, take care of Steven till Marley gets back. Please? Please? Steven, I love you.

Jamie: Go get ready. Get out of here.

Vicky: Aah!

Jamie: I don't mind waiting at all.

Vicky: Thanks.

Donna: You're early.

Michael: Yeah, well, traffic was light. I made good time.

Donna: Aren't you going to tell me how it went? How's Mikey?

Michael: How do you think? He's fine, Donna. He's just fine.

Donna: Did he say anything?

Michael: No, didn't say very much really. We all tried to explain to him, but he didn't really understand what was going on. He wanted to know how long he was going to have to stay there, wanted to know when he'd see you again.

Donna: Did you tell him that he visit you?

Michael: I tried.

Donna: How was his room?

Michael: His room was great. It's wonderful. It had a lot of toys in it and batman sheets. It was just great.

Donna: Does he like the Millers?

Michael: Well, the Millers are trying very hard to make him feel loved. And just trying to let him know that they really want him there.

Donna: Did he say anything else about me?

Michael: Yeah, he wanted to know why you weren't there with him. And he asked me if you were still his mother.

Donna: Oh, God.

Michael: To tell you the truth, Donna, I didn't know what to say to him because I don't understand what's been going on, either.

Donna: I told you I wanted to do the right thing, Michael.

Michael: And that means you decided that the Millers would make better parents for Mikey than us, right?

Donna: But the Millers are his real parents.

Michael: Donna, that's not what you said when we started this. When we started this, you said that we were Mikey's parents, and that just because they were his biological parents didn't make any difference at all. So I want to know what happened, all right? You tell me what happened. Was it because of what happened with Victoria growing up? Was it because you were separated from her? Was it because Eve Miller was his biological mother and you felt she deserved him? What?

Donna: I realized I was doing everything wrong. I was desperately trying to find things wrong with Eve Miller because I thought in my heart that she was a better mother than I was for Mikey.

Michael: So what made you realize that?

Donna: I did it for Mikey! That's all there is to understand. He deserves a good life. He's a wonderful little boy.

Michael: You're right, I agree.

Donna: I don't want him to suffer!

Michael: Like Victoria? You know, Donna, there's just one thing in all this I don't understand.

Donna: What?

Michael: Me, my part.

Donna: Your part?

Michael: Yeah. You understand, I said -- I said goodbye to my boy today. And I would have gone to hell and back to not have to do that. I would have done anything and I didn't.

Donna: Why didn't you?

Michael: Because of you. Because that day in court I looked in your eyes, and I knew that something had happened. Something happened and -- I don't know -- I knew at that point that if we didn't play this out your way that somehow everything would fall apart. And that Mikey and you and me -- we'd all come out losers.

Donna: You could tell that by looking into my eyes?

Michael: I could tell that because I love you. God help me, I love you.

John: I'm not keeping anything from you.

Sharlene: Then why didn't you tell me?

John: Because Grant's condition is privileged information.

Taylor: You've had tremendous stress, Sharlene. I think we should call it a day.

Sharlene: There's still so much I don't know.

John: You were going to take it slow, remember?

Sharlene: No, I don't remember. That's why it's so hard.

Taylor: Congressman.

Grant: Yes, I'm leaving. Please, whatever happens, don't hate that part of you that was Sharly. She really should be cherished.

Sharlene: I'll try to remember that.

Grant: Goodbye.

John: I'll walk you out.

Taylor: So, how did it go?

Sharlene: I don't know. I was -- I don't know.

Taylor: Well, what do you feel?

Sharlene: Confused. I'm here with a man I hardly know and he has all these feelings for me.

Taylor: What are your feelings for him?

Sharlene: Sometimes I feel like I'm with a total stranger. And then I get this sudden rush of warmth for him, like when I realized that he might be dying. It was pain, and then I got scared.

Taylor: Scared?

Sharlene: This must be horrible for John.

Taylor: You're changing the subject.

Sharlene: I want to know what he felt.

Taylor: Ask him.

Sharlene: I'm asking you. Please tell me.

Taylor: He's confused, too.

Sharlene: Why?

Taylor: Well, it's not easy for him to accept this other man in your life.

Sharlene: He's my husband. I love him.

Taylor: I'm sure he feels that, Sharlene.

Sharlene: He has to. He means everything to me.

Grant: I started my treatments with Dr. Hiver, John, and I think they're going to work.

John: As a doctor I would like to see you get well, but there's another part of me that would just love to kick your butt from here all the way to France.

Grant: Well, I'll tell you what, I'm not going to disappear. I'm going to be flying back and forth from here to France until the treatments are available here, and I think that's going to be very soon.

John: I don't like this, Grant. I don't like you seeing Sharlene.

Grant: Look, part of that woman in there loves me. And I'm going to stay here and be around whenever she wants me.

Marley's voice: Jamie, you're very lucky.

Jamie's voice: I am?

Marley: Sure, you know what you want with your life. And when something interferes, you go after it and do something about it.

Jamie: Are you saying that you wouldn't do that?

Marley: Let's face it, I haven't done anything with my life.

Jamie: Come on, that's not true.

Marley: Oh, Jamie, I was a spoiled child leading a spoiled existence. And now I'm a young woman doing the same thing.

Jamie: Talk about being hard on yourself.

Marley: Look at me. What am I doing? I'm wandering up and down the Riviera searching for myself. If I don't find myself soon, there won't be anything left.

Jamie: Marley, you want more out of life. You're not happy just being, and that's important. It's fantastic. As for finding yourself, no one has ever taken a more circuitous route than I did. Have I ever told you about my writing career?

Marley: Oh, I have hope?

Jamie: It's never too late to start over.

Marley: Maybe you're right.

Jamie: Marley, hi.

Marley: Jamie. Is Steven asleep? I really wanted a hug.

Jamie: He's sound asleep. I just put him down a minute ago.

Marley: What are you doing here?

Jamie: Well, Vicky had a date and I had the evening off, so I stayed with Steven until you got here.

Marley: Oh.

Jamie: Let me help you with this.

Marley: No, it's fine. It's just some groceries, a couple presents for Steven.

Jamie: He definitely needs more presents.

Marley: I couldn't resist.

Jamie: I know the feeling.

Marley: So, Vicky went on a date rather than spending time with Steven. Oh, they're open.

Jamie: It's that new horse she said she's hung up on.

Marley: The hero of the hour.

Jamie: Exactly. I met him for a little bit. He seemed ok.

Marley: Good. I'm glad she's getting out.

Jamie: Speaking of which --

Marley: Jamie --

Jamie: No, I was going to call you later about this.

Marley: Yes, actually, I tried to get in touch with you, too.

Jamie: I got a tentative go-ahead for a proposal for the clinic.

Marley: That's wonderful.

Jamie: I mean, it's just a beginning.

Marley: Jamie --

Jamie: What?

Marley: I've had a change of heart.

Jamie: Another one, Marley?

Marley: Mm-hmm. I can't help you with the clinic, I'm sorry.

Jamie: I thought we had this all worked out.

Marley: I know, but I started thinking about it some more and I realized that I just can't take the time. It's an all-consuming, time-consuming project that I don't think I'm ready for.

Jamie: That's not what you said last night. What changed your mind?

[Doorbell rings]

Marley: Excuse me.

Jamie: It's all coming clear now.

Jake: I thought I'd drop by and keep you company, but I see you already have some.

Donna: I wish you'd talk to me.

Michael: And say what?

Donna: I suppose I have this coming, Michael.

Michael: Donna, don't. Please, I'm not trying to punish you.

Donna: Michael, let me tell you something. I'm confused, too. I'm confused and heartbroken, too.

Donna: Were the Millers happy?

Michael: Oh, yeah. The Millers were real happy, Donna. As a matter of fact, they couldn't thank me enough for all the wonderful things we've done for them.

Donna: It was the right thing to do. And we have to get through this together.

Donna: Michael, please look at me. Michael.

Donna: I know I haven't always been the best mother and --

Michael: Donna, don't start with that.

Donna: Just listen to me. Just listen to me. The only way we're going to survive this is if we start over, and we don't have any lies or any secrets and we talk about everything that comes up that's --

Michael: So what's the point? What's the point?

Donna: The point is that we still have each other. We have our daughters. And I want to focus on that, and I hope you do, too.

Michael: What I want to do is phone my daughters right now. I told them I'd call as soon as I got in.

Donna: Wait a minute. Wait, before you do that --

Michael: What?

Donna: Jake came over here before you walked in the door, and I asked him to leave because I didn't want you to be upset.

Michael: Why would I be upset, Donna?

Donna: Because he's trying to get back together with Marley, and he came over here to tell me not to interfere.

Michael: So, how does Marley feel about that?

Donna: Well, she's drawn to him. You know how persuasive Jake can be.

Michael: Fine, then I tell you what, Donna, I'm tired of fighting. I'm not going to fight anybody or anything. If she's drawn to him, good enough for me.

Donna: No, no, Michael, he will hurt her again. I know he will.

Michael: Donna, stop it! Just stop it.

Ryan: There are rumors that the owner has a very fine, very private selection of cognacs, some dating back before the turn of the century.

Waiter: Rumors.

Ryan: Ah. Let's just say they're true. Let's say I want two snifters of the very best. Would that be in the realm of possibility?

Waiter: Well, everything is possible.

Ryan: Ah, words to live by. Now let's talk about your caviar.

Waiter: A Malossol, Russian. Long live Glasnost.

Ryan: Two ounces, paper-thin melba toast, and bring some lemon wedges.

Waiter: You must be entertaining someone very special.

Ryan: I am indeed. And here she is.

Vicky: Hello.

Ryan: Glad you could make it. Very glad.

Vicky: I told you I'd make it worth the wait.

Vicky: Thank you.

Ryan: You're welcome. Well, thank you for that entrance. You brought this place to a complete halt.

Vicky: [Laughs] I love champagne.

Ryan: I could tell that from the first time I set my eyes on you.

Vicky: Did you also know that I can't stand caviar?

Ryan: No, this isn't ordinary, store-bought caviar. This is from Russia, with love. Malossol.

Vicky: Fish eggs by any other name. I'll pass.

Ryan: What would you like instead?

Vicky: Oysters. Now, oysters are sensuous, don't you think?

Ryan: Well, then why don't we set a date to come back here in September?

Vicky: Asparagus.

Ryan: You're a woman who knows her own mind, VH.

Vicky: You object to that?

Ryan: No, not in the least, but before I start wasting any more money on things like caviar, why don't you to tell me all about yourself.

Vicky: All?

Ryan: Mm-hmm. I have nothing but time and this exceptional bottle of champagne.

Vicky: Well, you seem like an awfully perceptive man. Why don't you tell me about me?

Ryan: You're gorgeous.

Vicky: Hmm.

Ryan: You're a terrible horseback rider, but you've got guts. You come on like you don't need anybody, but I have a feeling that's far from true.

Vicky: Oh, you do?

Ryan: That's right.

Vicky: Well, I take back what I said about you being perceptive.

Michael: And I think Marley can make her own decisions.

Donna: But she's confused about Jake. I know she is.

Michael: Marley will work it out.

Donna: But I have to help her.

Michael: No, you don't.

Donna: No, I don't. I just --

Michael: What? Just what?

Donna: I need to be mother. Just because I can't have Mikey anymore, it doesn't mean that I can treat the girls like they're children. Because they're not children, they're grown up.

Michael: Yes, they are.

Donna: And I have to let them lead their lives, and we have to lead our lives and focus on each other. And maybe if we can find each other again and trust each other, maybe there's a future.

Donna: What do you think?

Jamie: Jake.

Jake: Jamie.

Marley: Jamie, you really don't have to stay if you don't want to.

Jamie: No, I want to stay.

Marley: Oh. No, really, I can watch Steven until Vicky gets back.

Jamie: Marley, I'm not leaving until we resolve this whole thing about the clinic.

Marley: It is resolved.

Jamie: Come on, I know you want to do it and I know what changed your mind.

Marley: I changed my mind.

Jamie: Why?

Marley: Well, for one thing, I don't think it's fair to you. I'm not a professional administrator or fundraiser for that matter, and I think you deserve somebody that has more experience than I do.

Jamie: Please, please, don't tell me what I need.

Marley: Jamie.

Jamie: And I don't think I'm getting the whole truth here.

Jake: I changed her mind.

Jamie: Ah, surprise, surprise.

Jake: I told her not to do it.

Marley: Jake, I really don't think this is the place to --

Jamie: You told her?

Jake: Because I don't think it's right for her, Jamie.

Jamie: Not right? She'd do it beautifully.

Marley: Thank you, but --

Jake: That neighborhood's not safe, and you know it.

Jamie: You don't think I can take care of her? You don't think I would provide adequate security?

Marley: Hey, hey, guys?

Jake: I don't give a damn about the security, Jamie. That's not the place for her.

Jamie: You don't think she can handle it. Is that right?

Jake: Listen, I don't really give a damn what you --

Jamie: Well, she can handle it beautifully. And I can't think of anyone else that I would rather work with.

Jake: I'll bet you can't.

Jamie: Jake, just because you think she's some delicate, fragile, little thing --

Jake: I didn't say that.

Jamie: You obviously have no respect for her ability to handle even the slightest --

Jake: Don't you give me this crap about the fellow man, Jamie! I know exactly what you're up to.

Jamie: Yeah, what the hell are you talking about?

Jake: You want to put a clinic there so you could stay with my wife!

Marley: Hey! Stop! Both of you, why are you talking about me like I'm not in the room?

Donna: You haven't answered me.

Michael: I need a little time.

Donna: I need you. I need you very much right now. Don't you need me?

Michael: Donna, I don't know what I need right now, to tell you the truth.

Donna: I do. I do.

Michael: Hey, all right. Don't, all right? Not going to work.

Donna: What's the matter?

Michael: It's not going to make everything right, ok?

Donna: I just thought that --

Michael: I know what you thought. You thought that if we made love, all of a sudden I would somehow magically understand, right? That you thought it would take away my pain and my confusion, right?

Donna: No, I just thought if we could have a little bit of closeness here --

Michael: You know something, I was so sure that I wasn't going to feel this way. I've tried so hard not to feel this way.

Donna: What do you feel?

Michael: I feel hurt. And I feel angry because I've tried to convince myself that you would not be dishonest with me about something as important as our son.

Donna: Michael, please don't.

Michael: Please what? Don't what, Donna? Don't call him our son? You used to call him that, too, because he was our son until last week, Donna. And then something happened. Something happened that made you decide that Mikey didn't belong with us anymore.

Donna: I told you why I decided what I did.

Michael: No, don't tell me that because I know you, Donna. I can look in your eyes, and I know when you're not telling me the truth. And you're not telling me the truth.

Donna: You're imagining things.

Michael: No, I'm not.

Donna: I've told you everything.

Michael: You've told me everything but the truth.

Donna: How much harder does this have to be?

Michael: Donna, what happened?

Donna: How much does it have to hurt?

Michael: Donna, come on. We're in this together. You've got to trust me. Whatever it is, I swear to you -- I swear I will understand. I will try so hard to understand.

Donna: There's nothing to tell.

Michael: Secrets are what tore us apart before, Donna.

Donna: I have no secrets.

Michael: Don't let it happen again.

Donna: Hold me, Michael. Just hold me.

Michael: Uh-uh. I need to know what happened, Donna, and I need to hear it from you. Until you tell me the truth, I have no idea what our future is going to be.

Ryan: Oh, I just think you're an awful lot more needy than you let on.

Vicky: The last thing I am is needy.

Ryan: You want to know why I said that?

Vicky: No.

Ryan: Fine.

Vicky: Why'd you say it? This better be good.

Ryan: It's neither good nor bad, it's just my acute perception.

Vicky: Tell me why I'm needy.

Ryan: You ran a huge ad to find a man that you only talked to once for only 10 minutes.

Vicky: It was not huge.

Ryan: Well, whatever size it was, it was definitely the act of a needy woman.

Vicky: You answered the ad.

Ryan: I certainly did.

Vicky: So what does that make you?

Ryan: Smart.

Vicky: Needy.

Ryan: All in the eyes of the beholder, I guess.

Vicky: I put that ad in to thank you. Consider yourself thanked.

Ryan: You're welcome.

Vicky: I'm not only welcome, I'm gone.

Ryan: No, please. Vicky, please sit down. I didn't mean to insult you. A little vulnerability can be very nice in a woman.

Vicky: Oh.

Waiter: Here's your asparagus.

Vicky: Thank you.

Ryan: Mmm, looks good. Looks good. That little boy of yours is something.

Vicky: He's the best thing that ever happened to me.

Ryan: Yeah, I could see that.

Vicky: Being a single woman with a child does not make you needy, either. It may make you a little bit defensive, though. Sorry.

Ryan: A suggestion?

Vicky: What?

Ryan: We find a subject that's safe to talk about.

Vicky: Mm-hmm, you pick.

Ryan: How about your writing?

Vicky: Oh, my writings. One of my very favorite subjects.

Ryan: You said you were writing an article.

Vicky: I wrote it. Now I'm just doing the polish.

Ryan: Where can I read it?

Vicky: In tomorrow's paper.

Ryan: I'm very impressed. You want to give me a preview? What's it about?

Vicky: It's an expose of a major political figure.

Ryan: Ooh, who are you exposing?

Vicky: You'll have to find out when you pick up the paper.

Ryan: You won't even give me a little hint? What are his initials? I assume it's a he.

Vicky: Mm-hmm. And his career will be blown out of the water by my article.

Ryan: You say that with considerable relish.

Vicky: I'm excited about it.

Ryan: Doesn't it bother you that you're going to be destroying somebody's life?

Vicky: Not for one minute. I didn't ruin his life. He did that all by himself.

Sharlene: You were gone so long.

John: I went for a walk.

Sharlene: I was getting worried. You ok? Of course you're not ok. I don't know how I could ask that.

John: I'm handling it.

Sharlene: Is that all you're going to say, that you're handling it?

John: I don't know what else to say.

Sharlene: I need to know more than you're handling it. I need to know how you feel, what you're thinking.

John: I'll be all right.

Sharlene: John, don't protect me. Please, don't -- just be angry at me. Look, I could never have gotten through this without you. I wouldn't have even wanted to. It's because of you that I wanted to get better, because of how much I love you.

John: How about Grant?

Sharlene: What about him?

John: What are your feelings for him?

Sharlene: It's hard to explain.

John: Try.

Sharlene: It's like he's a stranger. But I do feel close to him. Do you understand that?

John: Not really.

Sharlene: It's as though I knew him from another lifetime. But you are here now in this lifetime. Please just tell me that makes some sort of sense.

John: I guess it'll have to.

Sharlene: For crying out loud.

John: What?

Sharlene: Why are we taking all this so seriously?

John: You don't think this is serious?

Sharlene: I think we need to lighten up, and I think I know just what we need. Especially you.

John: What are you talking about?

Sharlene: Stay here. Give me 10 minutes. Ok?

Sharlene: I got a surprise.

Sharlene: Hold on. Hold on just a sec.

John: Sharlene, your 10 minutes are up.

Sharlene: Would you be patient? I'm not ready yet.

John: Well, I would be more patient if I knew what you were up to.

Sharlene: Just -- ok. Ok. Ok, come on in.

Sharlene: I think it's about time, don't you?

Marley: Why did you tell him?

Jake: Why shouldn't I?

Marley: Well, because he's going to think that --

Jake: What? What is he going to think?

Marley: That I listened to you.

Jake: What is wrong with you listening to me?

Marley: Jake, I am my own person.

Jamie: He'll be ok. It was just a bad dream.

Marley: Well, I'm not surprised with all the yelling going on in here.

Jamie: I'm going, Marley. I will call you.

Marley: No, you're not going anywhere until we solve this whole thing.

Jamie: Look, let's not get into it again, ok?

Marley: No, don't tell me what I should get into. Don't tell me what to do.

Jamie: Look, I haven't told you anything. Jake seems to be the one to be making all your decisions.

Marley: I'm making my decisions.

Jamie: Yeah? Then what made you change your mind about working at the clinic?

Jake: She finally came to her senses, Jamie.

Marley: Jake, please stay out of this.

Jake: No, I have had it with him.

Jamie: Yeah, and I've had it with you presuming that you had anything to do with this.

Jake: She asked me how I felt, Jamie. I gave her my opinion, all right?

Marley: Your opinion I asked for, not your decision.

Jamie: Marley made a commitment to me, and you're getting her to renege on it.

Jake: Oh, like you can't find someone else.

Jamie: I want Marley!

Jake: I know exactly why you do, Jamie!

Marley: Stop it! Now, I'm going to say this and I'm only going to say it once. The decision about the clinic is mine. Mine, got it? It is not yours, Jake. It is not yours, Jamie. If I want to do something that makes me feel -- then I'm going to do it. Jake, it doesn't mean that I'm not going to have time for you.

Jake: Wait a minute, I thought you decided --

Marley: I haven't decided anything. I just need some time to think without both of you around me.

Jake: But I don't understand --

Marley: Leave, please. Both of you.

Jamie: Tell Vicky I'll pick Steven up in the morning.

Jake: And I'll talk to you later, all right?

Jake: Let me make something perfectly clear, Jamie. No matter what Marley decides about the clinic, she's my wife.

Jamie: Was your wife. Not anymore, Jake.

Jake: We're going to get back together and that is a fact.

Jamie: Like Marley said, she's making the decisions now. We'll see.

Ryan: Incredible, isn't it?

Vicky: Good.

Ryan: A 100-year-old cognac is never good. It's either terrible or incredible.

Ryan: You've been awfully quiet since the waiter spilled the hollandaise.

Vicky: Oh, it wasn't the waiter.

Ryan: It's me.

Vicky: What you said --

Ryan: About --

Vicky: About me ruining someone's life.

Ryan: Oh.

Vicky: Life is too short to second-guess every decision you make, wringing your hands over how what you do is going to affect people you hardly even know.

Ryan: I never asked you to wring your hands. I was just wondering if it bothered you.

Vicky: Well, the way I see it, people look after themselves. That's the only way to play the game.

Ryan: That's your philosophy?

Vicky: In spades. You take what you want and have a good time doing it. You don't agree.

Ryan: More coffee?

Vicky: Come on, don't give me that. You asked me for my answer. I gave it to you. Now I want to know why you think it's the wrong answer.

Ryan: It's quite simple, Vicky. What you just said is self-centered, arrogant bull.

Vicky: Who the hell are you to judge me?

Ryan: Would you please lower your voice?

Vicky: I could, but I won't. What do you want, some sweet, simpering, little blue blood who'll follow you around like a well-behaved puppy?

Ryan: You don't have any manners, either.

Vicky: Oh, you want manners. Here's a toast. To you and all your chauvinistic, yuppie buddies. Enjoy your 100-year-old cognac. [Screams]

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