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Another World Transcript Tuesday 7/18/06

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Cass: [French accent] Bonjour, Madame et monsieur.

Frankie: We won.

Cass: Whoo!

[Speaking French]

Frankie: I can't believe it.

Cass: [Normal voice] You better believe it. Whoo!

Frankie: Anything we played.

Cass: Anything.

Frankie: Anything. Roulette.

Cass: Roulette.

Frankie: Blackjack.

Cass: Blackjack.

Frankie: Baccarat.

Cass: Whoever invented baccarat was an absolute genius! I mean, I'm talking right up there with Thomas Alva Edison and -- name another genius.

Frankie: [French accent] Madame Curie!

Cass: Oui!

Frankie: Look at all this money! [Squeals]

Cass: [Normal voice] Don't drop any over the edge.

[Laughter]

Cass: The night is ours.

Frankie: [Normal voice] Yes.

Cass: And there's still plenty of it left.

Frankie: Oh, yes. Yes. [French accent] There's plenty of night left. There's plenty of money. [Squeals] [Normal voice] I guess this means the curse is off.

Cass: You bet it does. We are un-cursed, de-cursed, non-cursed.

Frankie: Ah, God, it's almost too good to be true.

Cass: But it is true.

[Frankie sighs]

Cass: It's all because of you.

Frankie: Me?

Cass: Lady Luck herself.

Cass: Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Frankie: Qui?

Cass: A note from the concierge. Oh, there will be a car waiting for us downstairs tomorrow morning at 7:00 to take us to the airport.

Frankie: No.

Cass: I know.

Frankie: I don't want it to be over already.

Rachel: What on earth? How did this happen?

Amanda: What?

Rachel: Well, these "Brava" figures are all wrong also.

Amanda: [Sighs] Can they be fixed by tomorrow morning?

Rachel: This is gonna be a very long evening. I'm gonna go ask Wendy to order some food for us.

Amanda: What are you thinking?

Evan: I'm thinking that I've never wanted to make love to you more than I do right now.

Jake's voice: Hi, there. You've reached Visions. No one's here to take your call right now.

Marley: Where is he?

Jake's voice: However, if you leave a short message of your own, someone will get back to you as soon as possible. Have a good day.

[Answering machine beeps]

Marley: Hi, Jake. It's me, Marley. Listen, I've been thinking. I don't think the dinner with my parents will go too late, so if you're not busy, why don't you drop by the Paradise around 10:00, ok? I'll be waiting.

Paulina: So Marley is the past and I'm the future, huh?

Jake: Yeah.

Paulina: Why don't I quite believe that?

Jake: Well, why don't I just prove it to you?

Paulina: I -- I didn't realize you were still here.

Jamie: Don't let me interrupt.

Paulina: Oh, no, you're not. We were just --

Jake: I was trying to get her to go back to the office.

Paulina: Right. And -- and I was trying to put my foot down. I mean, these late hours are killing me.

Jake: Even though it's only been two nights.

Paulina: In a row. And -- and that's it. No more.

Jake: [Laughs] I think I'm getting the bums rush, Jamie.

Jamie: Couldn't happen to a nicer guy, Jake.

Jake: Mm-hmm.

Paulina: So I will see you first thing tomorrow morning.

Jake: We are not finished.

Paulina: Good night, Jake.

[Sighs] You were right. I have to start asking for overtime.

Jamie: You and Jake seem to be getting along pretty well.

Paulina: Oh, yeah. Yeah, we kid around a lot.

Jamie: Oh, Jake, yeah, he's a great kidder.

Paulina: But I'm not about to let him take advantage of my good nature.

Jamie: That's right. Don't let him take advantage.

Paulina: It's late. Isn't anyone coming home for dinner tonight?

Jamie: I just spoke to my mother, and she and Amanda had some sort of crisis over at the office. They won't be home till late.

Paulina: I'll cook and make up some dinner and -- and I'll take it over to them.

Jamie: That would be nice. I'm sure they'd appreciate that.

Paulina: Yeah, I think I'll do that.

Jamie: Look, I've better get ready.

Paulina: Have a good night.

Jamie: Thank you.

Donna: You didn't tell me why Stacey came over this afternoon.

Michael: Donna, it was no big deal.

Donna: It certainly wasn't social.

Michael: She wanted a little advice.

Donna: She wanted advice?

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Donna: How dare she want anything from either one of us.

Michael: Well, it's a drug case Donna, all right? One of Stacey's clients has a chance to bring down one of the biggest drug cartels in the country.

Donna: You swore that you wouldn't join that club.

Michael: Donna, I didn't join the club again. I wouldn't do that.

Donna: I hope that's true.

Michael: Do you have any reason to doubt me? Why would you say that? We made a commitment to each other. I intend to honor that commitment.

Donna: Good. So do I.

Michael: Good. Now, well, speaking of truth, as a matter of fact, there is something else I have to tell you.

Donna: What?

Michael: When Stacey was over today, I did ask her what she told you that made you give up Mikey --

Donna: Darling? Hi, we're over here.

Cass: Over?

Frankie: I feel so sad all of a sudden.

Cass: Why, Frankie? Nothing is over for us. It's just beginning.

Frankie: 7:00 tomorrow morning --

Cass: Is gonna come awfully early, so we're gonna have to pack tonight.

Frankie: This has been the most exciting, most wonderful two weeks of my whole entire life.

Cass: Make that of two whole entire lives.

Frankie: Monte Carlo, driving along the coast.

Cass: Water-skiing off saint-Tropez.

Frankie: Picnics in the hills.

Cass: Bread and cheese and vin ordinaire.

Frankie: Dancing until dawn under a full moon.

Cass: Great memories.

Frankie: I don't want them as memories.

Cass: What?

Frankie: I don't want any of this to end.

Cass: Well, yes, but going back is gonna be wonderful, too.

Frankie: How?

Cass: How? Our friends will be there. We have this beautiful old house waiting for us. Think of how much fun we're gonna have fixing it up. Which reminds me, I've got to call the electrician first thing.

Frankie: Oh, that just sounds so real.

Cass: It doesn't sound real, it is real.

Frankie: That's what I am scared of.

Cass: Honey, "real" is why we got married -- so we'd be there for each other every day for the rest of our lives. Real is good.

Frankie: I married you under false pretenses, Cass.

Cass: Oh, Frankie.

Frankie: No, I don't -- I don't like reality, I never have. Can we just stay right here, please?

Cass: In Monte Carlo?

Frankie: Yes, yes. We could explore the entire coastline from here to Greece. The Mediterranean -- oh, it will be beautiful.

Cass: That would take weeks.

Frankie: And -- and then we could just keep drifting east.

Cass: Keep drifting.

Frankie: Yeah. Yeah, you know --

Cass: East.

Frankie: Yes, yes. Istanbul and -- and India and Bali and Pago Pago -- oh, please.

Cass: Frankie.

Frankie: Cass, please, let's -- let's just keep on moving, ok? Let's not go home.

Cass: Frankie, just look at me.

Frankie: We could see the whole world, ok?

Cass: Stop talking, Frankie. What's the matter with you? What are you so afraid of?

Hilda: Dr. Frame? Excuse me. Dr Frame.

Stacey: Jamie.

Jamie: Stacey, hi.

Stacey: Hi. I hope you don't mind. I know I'm a little bit early.

Jamie: No, not at all.

Stacey: But I have very good news for you.

Jamie: You do?

Stacey: Yep. Ta da! Your incorporation papers are finished!

Jamie: Already?

Stacey: Whoo-hoo! I don't mess around.

Jamie: I guess not. This is great.

Stacey: Now let's get the show on the road here.

Jamie: Sure, where do I sign?

Stacey: Right at the bottom there, but you might want to take your time and -- and read it over. If there's something you need explained, I can help you out. But pretty much it's self-explanatory. I mean, the whole thing -- Jamie?

Jamie: Mm?

Stacey: Hey, I know this isn't exactly scintillating stuff -- incorporation papers and all -- but I did put a lot of effort into it. So if you could just humor me and pretend like you're thrilled, it would make my day, ok?

Jamie: I -- I don't have to pretend, Stacey. I'm sorry, I -- I am thrilled. I was -- I was just thinking about something else.

Stacey: What is it? Is something wrong?

Jamie: I don't know yet.

Stacey: Oh, let me guess. It has something to do with Marley.

Jamie: Only indirectly.

Stacey: You want to tell me about it? No, wait. Forget that I even asked you. It's none of my business and keep my mouth shut.

Jamie: I just saw something, Stacey.

Stacey: You saw something.

Jamie: But it was probably nothing.

Stacey: Probably nothing?

Jamie: But what is it wasn't nothing?

Stacey: Well, what did you see?

Jamie: Jake with Paulina here on the terrace.

Stacey: What were they doing?

Jamie: They were standing here very close, looking at each other. And then Jake took her hand and they went inside.

Stacey: And you just happened to bump into them as they were coming inside.

Jamie: Yeah. They tried to pretend that it was nothing -- it was just work related. But it didn't look that way to me.

Stacey: Well, do you think something is going on between them?

Jamie: I'm not sure. I don't want to see Marley hurt. But I don't want to say anything to anyone because, who knows, it might have been totally innocent.

Stacey: But you're hoping that it wasn't.

Jamie: What?

Stacey: You're hoping that it wasn't.

Jamie: No.

Stacey: Come on, Jamie, you can tell me. I mean, do you think maybe there is a problem?

Jamie: No.

Stacey: All right, all right. I withdraw the question. Forget that I even asked it, and I suggest that you do the same, ok?

Jamie: Yeah.

Stacey: Good.

Jamie: I guess I should.

Stacey: Ok. On to important matters -- did you or did you not invite me out to dinner tonight?

Jamie: I did indeed.

Stacey: Oh, good, because I don't think my ego could have taken it. Hey, since I'm in here early, do you mind if we just go on out and eat now?

Jamie: You know what? Let's blow this joint.

Stacey: Ok, good, because I am starved.

Jamie: Me, too. Come on.

Jamie: Hilda, good. I'm on my way out, but I will be back in time to put Steven to bed, ok? And also, if Paulina comes by, which she should soon, she can help you with him, all right? Good.

Stacey: Bye-bye, Hilda.

Evan: You know, I know you've been thinking the same thing I have.

Amanda: We have to work, Evan.

Evan: Well, aren't you?

Amanda: Aren't I what?

Evan: Thinking the same thing, having the same fantasy.

Amanda: We can't have this conversation.

Evan: Of course we can have this conversation.

Amanda: Evan, please.

Evan: I just was remembering making love to you, how incredible it was, and that I want to do it again.

Amanda: This is crazy. This is crazy.

Evan: Why is it crazy?

Rachel: I'm afraid it's going to be very boring. We have the choice of pizza and sandwiches.

Amanda: That sounds boring to me, too. Why don't we order from Tops?

Rachel: We won't be able to get the order from Tops. It's their peak hour.

Evan: What about that Greek restaurant around the corner? That would be nice.

Amanda: Or the seafood place.

Rachel: Well, that's an idea.

Amanda: They serve the fish and chips in English newspapers.

Rachel: Yes, "The London Times."

Paulina: Instead of fish and chips, how about chicken pasta salad, hot rolls -- at least they were hot when I left -- pears, and brie, Helen's delicious hot fudge brownies, and a gallon of the best tasting coffee you ever had.

Rachel: [Chuckles] Paulina.

Paulina: I was worried that you weren't gonna eat tonight. Jamie told me how late you had to work.

Rachel: Well, that's very thoughtful.

Paulina: Oh, it's nothing. Helen did all the work. I just took care of the transportation.

Rachel: That's very sweet of you.

Evan: Uh, sweet? Well, that's the best part about the brownies.

[Laughter]

Paulina: You know, if you need any help with whatever it is you're working on, I'd be glad to -- of course, I don't know how to use the computer. Jake hasn't thought me that yet.

Rachel: That's all right. The three of us can handle it.

Amanda: You did quite enough just bringing the food.

Evan: Well, I think it's getting cold and old and stale. So why don't we take it over here and get a little bite to eat?

Paulina: I hope you don't mind me popping by like this.

Rachel: No, you don't have to stand on ceremony with us. Tell me, um, tell me about this project that -- oh, there's what you want.

Evan: Yeah, I want this.

Rachel: And there's what you want. Tell me about the project that Jake and, uh, and Iris are working on.

Paulina: Oh, I -- I really don't know that much about it, except that it's a presentation that he's putting together for "Brava" like the one he did for "Sophisticate."

Rachel: Did you hear about this?

Amanda: Iris doesn't tell me much, Mom. And what she does tell me is usually wrong. She swore to me that she would have the copy done for the annual report. And then she turns around and denies that she ever said anything to me about it.

Evan: Well, sounds like our girl Iris.

Amanda: Isn't it just a little unusual that all the financials were wrong? It's as if Iris wanted us to look bad and wanted us to be late before the stockholder's meeting.

Rachel: She wouldn't want us to look bad. She would look bad, too.

Amanda: What does she want?

Rachel: Let's not talk about Iris. Let's enjoy our dinner. Paulina, thank you so much for all of this. And tell Helen she really outdid herself.

Paulina: Oh, you want me to leave?

Rachel: I'm afraid we're gonna have to get back to work.

Paulina: Oh, I'll get out of your way then.

Rachel: Thanks, again.

Amanda: Thanks.

Evan: Paulina, thanks for the brownies.

Rachel: This has got to stop -- what's going on between you and Iris, Amanda.

Amanda: Mom.

Rachel: Honey, she defended you. She went out on a limb for you and Evan. She's backed off about Paulina. Now, I'd like to believe that that's the beginning of a sense of cooperation around here.

Iris: Hi. I was driving past and I noticed there wasn't a "closed" sign in the window.

Ken: Oh, really? I'll have to get that fixed.

Iris: I just love this shop. It has such a je ne sais quoi feeling about it.

Ken: What do you want, Iris?

Iris: Oh, I think I owe you an apology, Ken.

Ken: I accept.

Iris: I'm sorry I wasn't in the office earlier to talk to you when you called back.

Ken: Oh, don't worry about it.

Iris: But I'm so glad that you and Rachel are talking again after that ill-fated little dinner.

Ken: You're glad, are you?

Iris: Oh, yes. I'm thrilled. Of course, I shouldn't have tried to manipulate you.

Ken: Very bad idea.

Iris: However, I loved your presentation.

Ken: Oh, give me a break, Iris.

Iris: No, I really mean it. I hear that you've approached a number of people around town about organizing finance.

Ken: I wouldn't call it a number -- two or three.

Iris: I might be able to help you.

Ken: Might you?

Iris: Mm. I think it would be sensational if you pulled up that sunken treasure out of the lake.

Ken: And how are you gonna help me?

Iris: How much of an advance would you want for exclusive rights for your story?

Ken: $10 million.

Iris: Pardon?

Ken: What are you really after, Iris?

Frankie: We can't go back, Cass, I mean it. I'm a sensation junkie.

Cass: It's part of your charm.

Frankie: For two weeks I have had room service, valet service, turn-down service. How am I going to live when the toilet paper doesn't come to a little point? I mean it, Cass. Everyday reality is gonna kill me.

Cass: I am quite incapable of living out everyday reality. Haven't you noticed that about me? I mean, up till now, how would you categorize our life together?

Frankie: Um, weird.

Cass: Hey, all right. So why should any of that change just because we got a couple of rings on our fingers? Once weird, always weird.

Frankie: So you're not scared at all?

Cass: Honey, I'm in love. I'm looking forward to tonight and tomorrow and the next day because I know I'm gonna be spending them all with you.

Frankie: Keep talking.

Cass: Oh, this is working, huh?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Well, I'm also looking forward to the little daily routines, taking showers together -- and just so you know I don't have sex on the brain -- arguing over paint chips, shoveling the driveway together, and trying to figure out how we're gonna fit all this stuff in the closet, you know?

Frankie: No, Cass.

Cass: You're absolutely right. There's no way we can fit all this junk in the closet. I don't believe you. Our luggage is going to weigh an absolute ton. I only bought one thing.

Frankie: Yeah, right, an antique roulette wheel. Let me see if it fits into the suitcase.

Cass: [Mocking Frankie] Let me see if it fits into the suitcase.

Frankie: See?

Cass: See what?

Frankie: We're fighting already.

Cass: No.

Frankie: Over packing.

Cass: This isn't fighting.

Frankie: Well, it sounds like it to me.

Cass: Ok, all right. We'll drop it.

Frankie: I am trying to express my feelings to you, and you're treating me like a neurotic. Have you heard a single word I've said?

Cass: Yes, I've heard each and every one of them.

Frankie: So you understand why I can't go home and settle down.

Cass: No, that I do not understand at all, because it makes absolutely no sense.

Frankie: Oh, so now I'm stupid and neurotic.

Cass: Frankie.

Frankie: Well, you can do your packing by yourself.

Cass: Frankie.

Donna: How's your dinner?

Marley: Mm, wonderful.

Donna: So is mine. The scampi is divine.

Marley: Well, good. Oh, before I forget, I want you to remind me to ask you for Mikey's number. I promised him I would call him.

Michael: Sure, I'll give it to you when we get home.

Marley: I was actually thinking of stopping by or going down and seeing him sometime soon. Do you think the Millers would have a problem with that?

Michael: No, no, not at all.

Marley: How is he?

Michael: Well, the last time I talked to him, you know, he seemed fine.

Donna: No, he isn't.

Michael: Well, he's -- he's adjusting.

Marley: I'm sure that that takes a long time.

Donna: Yes, he's adjusting.

Michael: He misses us a lot.

Donna: That's all he talked about was how much he misses us. Why are you looking at me like that?

Marley: Like what?

Donna: Why are you staring at me? You're staring at me.

Marley: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare.

Donna: You don't understand, either, do you? Nobody understands why I changed my mind. You're dying to ask me why, right? Just like your father.

Marley: I think Dad and I both agree that something must have been said. That Stacey must have said --

Donna: Stacey, Stacey -- you're just as bad as Stacey. Why do the two of you keep doing this to me? Why do you keep torturing me? Don't you think I'm suffering enough over all of this without the questions and the suspicions? I can't take this anymore.

Marley: I'm sorry.

Jamie: Bay City really is a small town, huh?

Stacey: Yeah, sometimes I think it's just a little too small.

Hilda: [Humming] Mr. McKinnon, I thought you had left.

Jake: Well, Paulina asked me to stay around and wait. I hope I'm not in your way, not disturbing you or anything?

Hilda: I guess it's all right.

Jake: Oh. Paulina said she'd be right back.

Hilda: I'll check on the children before I turn in.

Jake: Well, we can fend for ourselves. Everybody else seems to be out.

Hilda: Yes, they are.

[Answering machine beeps]

Marley's voice: Hi, Jake. It's me, Marley. I've been thinking. The dinner with my parents probably won't run too late, so if you're not busy, why don't you drop by the Paradise around 10:00, ok? I'll be waiting.

Jake: Damn.

[Answering machine beeps]

Iris' voice: Jake, Iris Wheeler. I hope you're out doing what you're supposed to be doing because I need results tonight. And if I don't get them, I'll be forced to make other arrangements.

[Answering machine beeps]

Paulina: What are you doing here?

Jake: I've been waiting for you.

Paulina: Why?

Jake: What's the story with Amanda and Rachel?

Paulina: They'll probably have to work all night.

Jake: Well, I'll be darned. Everybody's out except Hilda, and she seems to be retired. We're finally alone. Who knows what might happen. Listen, Paulina, tonight could be the beginning of something really special.

Rachel: How are those figures coming?

Evan: Slowly.

Rachel: Well, I've done just about all I can do on this, so I'll have to wait for you.

Evan: Yeah, well, I need to get something from the comptroller. Do you think he's still here?

Rachel: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: Yeah, I think so.

Evan: All right. Well, then I'll be right back.

Amanda: Well, Mom, if you're just waiting for us, that's kind of silly. I can take care of this stuff. Why don't you just go?

Rachel: I'm fine.

Amanda: There's no point in all of us staying up.

Rachel: Look, I want to get this done. If you have any stuff that I need to proof over there, would you please hand it over?

Amanda: Evan and I don't need a chaperone.

Rachel: Is that what you think I'm doing?

Amanda: Yes.

Rachel: Well, I should hope you wouldn't need a chaperone.

Amanda: You know what you need?

Rachel: You're changing the subject.

Amanda: You need to get out of here. Now, we've cleared up all the errors. There's no problem. All I have to do is input the numbers. I can do that. Why don't you go have some fun?

Rachel: Fun? A moment ago you were telling me to go home and go to bed, and now I'm supposed to go out and have some fun. You must really want to be rid of me.

Amanda: Mom, it just seems that all you have been doing lately is going from home to work and then back home again.

Rachel: Well, that's not gonna, not tonight.

Amanda: Why not?

Rachel: Because it's late and I'm tired and a little cranky.

Amanda: I don't think Ken would mind that very much.

Rachel: Ken?

Amanda: Ken Jordan -- remember him?

Rachel: I can't believe you're suggesting that I leave here and go see Ken Jordan.

Amanda: Well, I can't believe it either. But I know you miss him, and I know that he misses you.

Rachel: I don't know about that.

Amanda: Then why would he come by the other day?

Rachel: He came by to talk to me about Paulina.

Amanda: Come on, Mom. I know a first move when I see one. Don't you think it's your turn?

Ken: I don't buy it, Iris.

Iris: Why are you being so difficult, Mr. Jordan?

Ken: Iris, you're wasting your time, and what's worse, you're wasting mine. So how about coming to the point. Why are you really here?

Iris: I want to finance your expedition. And -- and I want something in return.

Ken: I'm listening.

Iris: I want information about Paulina.

Ken: You already know everything I know.

Iris: Well, now, you see, I'm - the one who's not buying that. Don't you think it's quite a coincidence that you arrived in town just shortly before Paulina appeared?

Ken: What?

Iris: And that you both came bearing stories about my father's unknown past?

Ken: That's right. What if we did?

Iris: Oh, don't worry. I expected you to deny it, but don't -- that will not affect our deal.

Ken: Our deal?

Iris: Yes. I will finance your expedition in return for the exclusive rights to the story and the information that Paulina is not Daddy's daughter. Don't worry, no one will know the source of that information. We'll both get rid of an unwanted problem. You'll get your money. And who knows, you might even get Rachel into the bargain.

Ken: It gives me great pleasure to decline your offer, Iris. Frankly, I think Paulina is the real thing. She sure as hell has a lot more of Mac Cory in her than you'll ever have.

Ken: Good night, Iris.

Stacey: Well, I guess we should go say hello.

Jamie: Sure, why not?

Stacey: Why not. Hi, Donna, Michael, Marley.

Michael: Hello.

Stacey: Nice to see you again.

Marley: Stacey, Jamie.

Donna: Hi, Jamie.

Stacey: Well, I guess we all had the same idea tonight.

Michael: Looks like actually a lot of people had the same idea.

Stacey: Yeah.

Jamie: Looks like they're doing good business tonight, except it's a little hot in here.

[Marley chuckles]

Stacey: Yeah, it is. So what do you recommend?

Michael: Scampi?

Marley: Scampi. She said it was divine and -- didn't you, Donna?

Donna: Yes, it's divine.

Michael: The veal -- the veal franšais is very nice.

Stacey: [Laughs] I may just order everything on the menu, I'm that hungry. So speaking of menus, what do you say we go take a look at ours?

Jamie: Sure, let's do it.

Stacey: Ok. Michael, thank you for your advice today. I appreciate it.

Michael: Sure.

Jamie: See you later. Enjoy your dinner.

Michael: Thank you.

Stacey: Bye-bye.

Donna: Jamie must be really getting desperate.

Michael: Donna, please.

Donna: I can't believe he would be seen dating somebody as unattractive as Stacey.

Michael: Donna, Stacey is not unattractive.

Donna: I thought you had better taste than that.

Marley: Well, I'm just glad he's seeing someone. It's hard to pick up the pieces after a broken marriage.

Michael: Uh, dear heart, speaking of picking up the pieces?

Marley: Oh, Jake and I are doing fine.

Michael: Good.

Marley: We're actually doing very well.

Donna: For the moment?

Marley: I'm not saying that we don't have some things to work out, Donna, but I do feel better than I ever have that we have a chance.

Donna: Does Jake feel the same way about it?

Marley: Why wouldn't he?

Donna: Well, you never know about Jake. I mean, especially when he's hanging around --

Marley: What does that mean?

Michael: Donna, please.

Marley: What? Finish your sentence, I want to know.

Donna: I think she should know.

Marley: Know what?

Donna: Your father and I saw Jake having lunch with his pretty little new assistant today.

Marley: So what?

Donna: So they were very cozy.

Michael: Donna, why you insist on creating trouble when there isn't any, I will never --

Donna: I'm not trying to create trouble. I just think that she should know the truth.

Marley: The truth is that Jake and Paulina work together. That's all.

Jake: What's wrong?

Paulina: Nothing. Would you like a drink?

Jake: You seem very comfortable in this house. You obviously belong here.

Paulina: Scotch? Vodka?

Jake: Paulina, I don't need a drink.

Jake: You keep doing that.

Paulina: It's just --

Jake: Just what?

Paulina: I'm not sure that I trust you.

Jake: Wise beyond your years.

Jake: You know it's never good to trust anyone -- just shouldn't let it get in the way of your life. I find you very attractive, Paulina. And I think you find me attractive, too, so -- what have you got to lose?

Paulina: Not here.

Jake: [Whispering] Not here.

Paulina: My room.

[Knock at door]

Frankie: Cass? [Singing in French] Cass, it's me.

Cass: Hi.

Frankie: What are you doing?

Cass: Glass of wine?

Frankie: We have to go home in a few hours.

Cass: No, we don't.

Frankie: The car is going to be here at 7:00.

Cass: I changed the flight. We have one more day -- one whole day for me to convince you that our marriage can survive anything, even the end of our honeymoon. [Chuckles]

Frankie: Do you want to know what I was thinking?

Cass: Always.

Frankie: I realized that I keep trying to push you away.

Cass: Why? Are you having second thoughts?

Frankie: No, no, of course not.

Cass: You're testing me, aren't you, because you can't quite believe in all these happiness.

Frankie: I was so convinced that I was going to come back here and that you'd be gone. That you'd be so fed up with my nonsense, that you would have left without me.

Cass: I love your nonsense.

Frankie: It's just that you -- we are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm so afraid I'm going to screw it up.

Cass: You won't. You can't, because I'm not going to let you. And we're going to be fine because we love each other.

Frankie: We can really stay another day?

Cass: On one condition.

Frankie: What?

Cass: No more souvenirs. [Laughs]

Jamie: You can't leave now.

Stacey: I wish I didn't have to.

Jamie: Look, you haven't even had dessert.

Stacey: Dessert? That's the last thing I need right now. Besides, I have to go meet with a client, but thank you for suggesting this.

Jamie: I've got this.

Stacey: Thank you.

Jamie: You're always good company, Stacey.

Stacey: Good, but not good enough.

Jamie: Well, what do you mean?

Stacey: Well, you've had your mind on Marley the entire night.

Jamie: Oh, that's not true.

Stacey: It is true. I have seen you looking over there all night long.

Jamie: I have not.

Stacey: And she is looking over here.

Jamie: Oh?

Stacey: At you.

Jamie: I doubt that.

Stacey: Well, she ain't looking at me, sweetheart. I got an idea.

Jamie: What?

Stacey: Why don't you wait until her mother and Dad leave, and then you can kind of move right in?

Jamie: Would you stop?

Stacey: I am serious. She's been waiting for me to leave, obviously.

Jamie: Look, Marley and I are just --

Stacey: Oh, business partners, friends -- blah, blah, blah.

Jamie: Oh, yeah, blah, blah --

Stacey: I don't buy it. I don't buy it. Listen, I gotta go. You have a piece of cheesecake on me, will you?

Jamie: I just might.

Stacey: Well, good. Oh, listen, I have some advice for you.

Jamie: Uh-oh, what's it gonna cost?

Stacey: It's on the house.

Jamie: Free advice, always welcome.

Stacey: If you find out that Jake is in fact involved with Paulina, don't tell Marley. She'll never forgive you.

Jamie: Thanks.

Stacey: Bye, thanks for dinner.

Jamie: Bye-bye. Thank you.

Marley: We rented it the other night. Vicky loved it. I hated it. Bridget fell asleep.

Donna: Well, Michael and I saw it when it first came out.

Michael: Marley I don't remember most of it to tell you the truth.

Marley: You don't?

Jamie: Sorry to interrupt.

Marley: You fell asleep. Oh, hi, Jamie.

Jamie: I just wanted to tell you that Stacey's gone over my copy of the lease, so your lawyer doesn't have to worry about it.

Marley: Oh, great.

Jamie: We can sign.

Donna: Marvelous.

Marley: This is all moving so quickly, I can't believe it.

Jamie: It's really coming together.

Michael: Actually, my daughter has already hit me up for a rather major contribution.

Marley: You bet.

Jamie: Good, good for you. We need a lot of money. We need a lot of work done.

Marley: Ok, well, I'll call you first thing tomorrow.

Jamie: Good. I'll be home in the morning.

Marley: All right.

Jamie: Nice to see you.

Donna: Take care.

Michael: Nice to see you, Jamie. Well, well, well, this project has really gotten your interest, hasn't it?

Marley: Yes, I think it'll be really good -- for a lot of people, it will be good.

Donna: I'm delighted to see that you're excited about something other than Jake.

Marley: Don't start, Donna.

Donna: I wasn't starting. I was just commenting on how --

Marley: Well, I don't want your comments. Jake and I are a fact of life. Get used to it.

Paulina: It's been so long since I've met a man I really liked, not some jerk in a bar.

Jake: What's wrong?

Paulina: [Sighs] I -- I don't want this to be a mistake. I like you, Jake. I like working for you. I don't want this to change the way you feel about me.

Jake: If you really knew me, you wouldn't even have to think about that.

Paulina: I want to know you. God, I want to know you.

[Rattling noise]

Paulina: What was that?

Jake: What was --

Paulina: What's that? Did you hear something?

Jake: No.

Evan: All right, I got the numbers. I got everything squared away. Now where is Rachel?

Amanda: Home.

Evan: She left?

Amanda: Mm-hmm. I talked her into it.

Evan: Well, I'm impressed. How did you do that?

Amanda: Oh, there was no reason for her to stay, really. She did every thing she could do. She can always proof these things tomorrow morning.

Evan: Still, I would have thought she would have --

Amanda: What?

Evan: Stuck around and been our chaperone.

Amanda: Do we need one?

Evan: Uh-uh, but I know what you do need.

Evan: Sit back here.

Amanda: [Sighs] That feels great.

Evan: Yeah, well, you're awfully tense.

Amanda: Yeah, I guess I am.

Evan: Well, why don't we take a break?

Amanda: Evan, we can't do this.

Evan: Look, I want to make love to you. And I know you want to make love to me. But if you want me to back off, then that's what I'll do. It's your call.

[Doorbell rings]

Ken: We're closed.

[Doorbell rings]

Ken: I said we're closed.

[Knock at door]

Ken: What?

[Chuckles]

Rachel: Hi.

Ken: Hi.

Rachel: I'm sorry, it's late. I was driving by and I saw that the light was on. May I come in?

Ken: Sure, sure.

Rachel: Thanks. I was up to my neck with work. We had one crisis after another today and pulling an all-nighter. We finally got it to the point where they said everything is under control and wanted me to go home, but I -- I found I didn't want to go home. I wanted to go out and have some fun, hear stories of exotic places. And you know what really amazed me? I got a definite hankering for that Ethiopian beverage you served me.

Ken: Really?

Rachel: Really.

Jake: [Whispering] Damn.

Paulina: Coast is clear.

Jake: [Chuckles] Hilda?

Paulina: Sound asleep, snoring. So...

Jake: So...

Paulina: Where were we?

Jake: Where were we? Mm.

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