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Another World Transcript Friday 8/4/06

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John: I hope you're not here to see me.

Grant: Hold on, John. I'm just here for a checkup, that's all.

John: Fine.

Grant: Look, I hope I didn't cause any problems out at the farm the other night. I mean, you had good reason to blow up. I understand it.

John: Listen, you stay away from me and you stay away from Sharlene. You got that?

Michael: John, stop it. Just stop it, ok?

Grant: Thank you.

Michael: Don't thank me, congressman. I'm just trying to help out my brother. You see, he could get fired for beating the hell out of you here at the hospital. I happen to be on the board of directors, and I have been itching to do this for weeks.

Vicky: Good, you're here.

Bridget: Oh, my, you know, I -- I just made a fresh pot of tea, and I baked fresh scones today.

Vicky: No, Bridget, that's ok. You don't -- Bridget, you don't have to worry about it, it's not a social call.

Bridget: Oh. Aye.

Ryan: You wanted to see me?

Vicky: Yeah, I thought you might want a few pointers from a real pro.

Ryan: [Laughs] You?

Vicky: That's right.

Ryan: Pointers on what?

Vicky: Your job.

Ryan: My job?

Vicky: Yeah, you're still trying to track down this Marius guy, right?

Ryan: Vicky, what have you --

Vicky: Am I right?

Ryan: Yes, what? What have you done?

Vicky: I've got him.

Ryan: Beg your pardon?

Vicky: He's coming over for a drink. I thought maybe you could hide behind a potted palm or something while I get you the information that you need.

Ryan: You're going to be seeing him here?

Vicky: Didn't I just say that?

Ryan: Vicky, have you lost your mind?

Vicky: Oh, please, spare me the sour grapes. Really unattractive.

Ryan: Vicky, I've already told you this man is a drug Lord. He is ruthless. If he finds out that you're trying to get information from him, he will kill you.

Marley: Oh, who cares?

Jamie: I do.

Marley: You're back.

Jamie: Just got in.

Marley: Oh. Uh, that's good because there are a million things to do around here. I was just headed back to the clinic because I've got to get the list of things.

Jamie: Please don't run out on me again, Marley.

Marley: I'm not.

Jamie: When I was gone, all I could think of was kissing you.

Marley: Jamie...

Jamie: Look, I can't play this your way. Not anymore.

Donna: What do you mean, isn't this what I want? If you think I want anything at all from you --

Jake: Shut up! You know, you play the lady in public. You may even tell yourself you are one. But, Donna, when it comes to men, you like it dirty and dangerous. Isn't that right?

Donna: No!

Jake: Isn't that how it was with me, Donna?

Donna: No, it wasn't.

Jake: The reason you want me to leave Marley alone, the real reason, Donna, is you want to keep me all for yourself.

Donna: Stay away from me. Get away from me!

Jake: Listen to me. You play the lady in public. Just leave the rest to me.

Jake: Oh, that's right. That makes it feel even better, Donna.

Donna: I'm telling Michael!

Jake: Oh, you're going to tell him what happened, how much you loved it?

Donna: I was lonely.

Jake: You were dying for it, Donna. I was there, remember?

Donna: I thought Michael had left me for another woman.

Jake: Right.

Donna: He's the one I want. The only one I want.

Jake: We'll see about that, won't we?

Donna: All right, go ahead. Go on. Force yourself on me. You're stronger than I am. But don't tell yourself that that's what I want. This is rape, Jake.

Jake: Bull.

Jake: You know what the thing is? I don't want you. I want your daughter.

Donna: You stay away from my daughter!

Jake: Uh-uh, too late. I love her. I'm going to marry her. She's going to be right there by my side, Donna, as I go straight to the top. You are going to be so proud of your new son-in-law. But then again, you know my talents better than anyone, don't you?

Donna: I'd rather kill you first.

Marley: That kiss was unfair. My guard was down.

Jamie: Maybe.

Marley: I was upset with Vicky for what she had done.

Jamie: When I kissed you, you kissed me back, Marley. I can't go on pretending.

Marley: I'm not asking you to pretend anything.

Jamie: Aren't you? That there's nothing between us? That what we had in France means nothing, that Jake is the one you want? Aren't you asking me to pretend all of that?

Marley: You can do whatever you want to do. I happen to have a lot of work to do. You cannot force me into feeling what you want me to feel!

Jamie: I left messages with Vicky the entire --

Marley: Messages?

Jamie: Yes, with Vicky. Why didn't you call me back? Why aren't you being honest with me now?

Marley: I am not the one that is being dishonest.

Jamie: Oh, I see. You're still thinking about what Vicky said. You believe her and you don't believe me!

Marley: Ok. What is between you and Vicky is your business.

Jamie: There isn't anything between Vicky and me. That's it, isn't it? She told you that the only reason I care about you is because you remind me of her, and you bought it. That's why you never returned my calls.

Marley: I didn't return your calls because I didn't get the damn messages, ok?

Jamie: What?

Marley: Jamie, Vicky loves you so much, she doesn't even want you to talk to me.

Jamie: Marley, if that's what really happened, then I put a different interpretation on it. I think that messing things up for you and me makes Vicky feel that she has a life of her own. But the truth is she doesn't. Vicky doesn't think that you remind me of her. She's just afraid that you and I will fall in love and just forget about her altogether.

Ryan: Vicky, we're not talking about some guy who's been cheating on his income taxes. Do you want to know how Marius became head of this operation?

Vicky: Uh-uh.

Ryan: He bumped off the guy who had the job before him. Want to know who that was?

Vicky: Oh, who cares who it was.

Ryan: It was his brother.

Vicky: Ryan, the guy is not going to waste me in my own home.

Ryan: I can't believe that you're actually seeing him here. I mean, you didn't even set this up for a public place.

Vicky: I can handle it.

Ryan: How?

Vicky: You'll be here.

Ryan: Doing what?

Vicky: A butler. I -- all right, how the hell do I know?

Ryan: You have not even thought this out. You don't have a plan. Without a plan, you are dead.

Vicky: Quit saying that.

Ryan: It's the truth.

Vicky: Well, can't you do a stakeout or something? I mean, I'll -- I'll wear a wire or something.

Ryan: Is -- is your little boy going to be here? Is Bridget going to be here?

Vicky: No, no.

Ryan: Good, because if Marius wanted to get even with you, he wouldn't want any witnesses.

Vicky: This is a done deal. Are you in or out?

Ryan: When's he coming?

Vicky: I told him 7:00.

Ryan: Tonight?

Vicky: I wanted to get it over with.

Ryan: That's in less than an hour. I still have to wire you, I have to go get a surveillance van --

Vicky: Hey, you'd better get to work.

Ryan: Does your father know that you're doing this?

Vicky: No, and I don't want him to.

Ryan: Because he'd put the kibosh on it.

Vicky: He'd tried to.

Ryan: Listen, not only are you an amateur, you're too emotionally involved with this Marius --

Vicky: Marius tried to kill my father! Of course I am emotionally involved, Ryan. I won't do anything stupid.

Ryan: Good. Because if you did do anything --

Vicky: I'd wind up dead, I know, but I won't.

Ryan: I just want you to understand who it is that you are dealing with.

Vicky: I do. Don't you understand it's because of what this guy did to my father that I want to nail him?

Ryan: Drop this, Vicky.

Vicky: I can't. He didn't leave a phone number.

Ryan: Oh, great. Fine. I'll get you through this evening. But then we've got to have a serious talk about your tactics.

Vicky: Oh, baby, I can hardly wait.

[Door slams]

Bridget: You're going to have to get yourself another door if your gentlemen keep leaving like that.

Vicky: Don't worry, Bridget, this one will be back, I think.

Grant: Intimidation doesn't work very well with me. It never has, and I have a great gift of getting out of these situations smelling like a rose. Remember that, both of you.

John: He also has a great gift for making me lose my cool.

Michael: Well, that's what he's counting on, brother. I can afford to make a fool of myself. You got to watch out for him. That man has no sense of humor.

John: I know, I know.

Michael: John, he believes that he should get whatever it is he wants. He'll do anything.

John: Yes, I know that. He got me an invitation to a medical symposium.

Michael: Don't tell me, out of town, right?

John: Yep.

Michael: How'd -- how'd you find out about it?

John: Well, I was on my way to the airport and I found out that there was an earlier flight the next morning. I booked that one instead so that I could spend the evening with Sharlene. When I came home, guess who was standing on my porch with a bouquet of flowers.

Michael: Bouquet of flowers? So what'd you do?

John: I did the only thing any red-blooded American boy would do.

Michael: Decked him.

John: I decked him. Unfortunately, Sharlene saw us and now she's mad at me.

Michael: Well, unfortunately, as good as punching his lights out may feel, it's not the way to handle this, buddy.

John: You think he's trying to set me up?

Michael: Exactly. He got Sharlene mad at you, didn't he?

John: Yeah, she thinks I'm some brute for having beat up this poor, sick Grant.

Michael: Right, that's the point. How sick is this guy?

John: He's responding to the treatment very well.

Michael: All right. John, you have to handle this differently.

John: Mike, he's after my wife. He makes no bones about that. And she's pregnant with my child. He doesn't care.

Michael: That's exactly the point, man. The stakes are too high here for you to come in second.

John: All right. So what would you do?

Michael: What would I do? I would hang tough and stay in there and I'd let things work themselves out. And in the meantime, you remind Sharlene that you're the man she married and you're not some jealous wild man.

Marley: Ok. I have feelings for you.

Jamie: Finally!

Marley: But, Jamie --

Jamie: No, no, stop worrying. Vicky will get used to the idea once she finds out.

Marley: She's not going to find out anything.

Jamie: Marley, you just said --

Marley: That I have feelings for you, but I am not going to act on those feelings.

Jamie: Why not?

Marley: Because the feelings that I have for Jake are stronger.

Jamie: I don't believe that.

Marley: Jamie, I walked away from Jake. It was wrong. I didn't give him a chance. I walked out on our marriage without even talking to him. And then I realized I missed him. Jamie, I came back here to make things right with Jake.

Jamie: And then you took your little vacation in France and ran into me.

Marley: I didn't expect for any of that to happen! I already walked out on Jake when he needed me the most, and I am not going to do that again.

Jamie: Marley, he still needs you.

Marley: Yes, he does, he needs me!

Jamie: Marley, Jake is going to need somebody until the day he dies! That is the way he is made up!

Marley: I don't want to talk about this anymore, Jamie!

Jamie: Why not?

Marley: Because it's too late.

Jamie: What?

Marley: I have been working on this clinic project for 12 hours straight a day. I am exhausted. Everyone who made donations for this entire project is going to be here tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, Jamie!

Jamie: I'm sorry. I know I haven't --

Marley: Just -- just stop badgering me. I really can't take it anymore. Please move. I just -- I can't take this.

Jake: There's only one way you could kill me, and I can't think of a more pleasant way to die.

Donna: Leave my daughter alone.

Jake: Forget it.

Donna: I'm sure the authorities are going to take care of you.

Jake: What authorities?

Donna: You've been spending a vulgar amount of money for somebody who's in a failing business. I'm sure you're not getting that money from Visions.

Jake: My finances are none of your damn business, lady.

Donna: I could care less about your finances, except where Marley's involved. If you're not into something shady now, you will be eventually because you can't resist taking the easy way.

Jake: Just like I did with you.

Donna: You're not going to bring my daughter down with you, Jake.

Jake: You know, you're full of it.

Donna: I let you near me once and I lost my little boy because of it. Your soul is evil and dirty. You hurt everybody you touch.

Jake: I love your daughter.

Donna: You don't know how to love anybody.

Marley: Hello? Is anybody in there?

[Knock on door]

Donna: What are you doing? What are you doing?

Marley: Oh, please let me in! I locked my keys inside --

Jake: Hey!

Marley: Hi.

Donna: Hi.

Jake: I thought I'd come by and surprise you.

Marley: Hi. Well, you had some company.

Jake: Well, Donna's been much more than that, right?

Marley: What do you mean?

Jake: Donna's been trying to seduce me.

Donna: Jake, I most certainly did not try to seduce you.

Jake: Donna, Donna, chill out. I was just joking, all right? Actually, she was trying to solicit me for a big donation.

Marley: Oh, well. I knew it was something like that.

Jake: And it worked. See?

Marley: Jake, this is an awful lot of money.

Jake: Well, Donna has been telling me what a worthy cause it is.

Marley: Are you sure you can afford --

Jake: I am sure. Anything for you.

Marley: Oh-ho, you're going to be sorry you said that.

Jake: Why?

Marley: So sorry because I have an entire dock to decorate and not one person has showed up that promised me they would help.

Jake: I am all yours.

Donna: Oh, darling, I'll help you.

Marley: You will?

Donna: Yes.

Marley: Well, the lights that Michael loaned me --

Donna: Mm-hmm?

Marley: They're broken.

Donna: I'll take a look at them.

Marley: You -- you don't know anything about electrical things.

Jake: Well, Donna learned a lot while she was working with me, right?

Marley: About electrical things?

Donna: Yes.

Marley: Yes?

Donna: I'll take a look.

Marley: Ok. It's on the dock.

Jake: Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi.

Marley: What really went on?

Jake: What do you mean what really went on?

Marley: With you and Donna.

Jake: Oh, the same thing that's always going on with your mother and me. She thinks I'm not good enough for her little girl.

Marley: Oh, I'm sorry.

Jake: Don't worry about it. I told her that I was going to make her very proud of me, her and Michael. But the person that really matters is you. Did you really mean what you said on that message?

Marley: Of course I did.

Jake: It's just a message on an answering machine. I thought you might have changed your mind.

Marley: No. I want to be with you.

Jake: I'm all yours.

Vicky: That was fast.

Ryan: That's a lot of food.

Vicky: Well, I didn't know what killers ate for a snack, so I just made one of everything.

Ryan: You still think this is a joke?

Vicky: I'll joke if it makes me get through this. I'll do anything.

Ryan: You know, you can still drop out.

Vicky: No, I can't and I won't. I have to wear all that?

Ryan: A wire is a lot more than just a wire.

Vicky: Where'd you get all that stuff?

Ryan: Let's just say that I didn't fill out all of the forms in triplicate.

Vicky: You ripped it off, didn't you?

Ryan: Temporarily, yeah.

Vicky: Well, don't worry, as soon as you nail this Marius guy and Lucas comes back singing like a canary, you'll probably get a promotion.

Ryan: What do you get out of all this?

Vicky: Besides a good story and maybe a little respect from the deadheads in this burg? I get the guy who wanted to take my father away from me. How's it work?

Ryan: This is a mic. It's attached to a transmitter with a battery pack. I'm going to be out in a van with backup. We're going to be listening to everything that's said and we're going to be recording it all.

Vicky: Let's put it on.

Ryan: I've got to ask you a question first.

Vicky: What?

Ryan: Just how far are you willing to go to get this Marius?

Vicky: I told you the guy is coming over for a couple of pops, you know. I hope he incriminates himself in the process.

Ryan: What happens if he wants to sleep with you?

Vicky: Well, of course he will. But I can handle that.

Ryan: How?

Vicky: I'll remind him that it's only our second date.

Ryan: I really don't think professional killers pay much attention to dating etiquette.

Vicky: Why do you have to know all this anyway?

Ryan: Because I've got to figure out where I'm going to hide the wire. Let's see. If Marius isn't going to get lucky tonight, it should go right there.

Vicky: The mic?

Ryan: Mm-hmm. And the wire comes down here. And the battery pack is placed in the small of the back, there.

Vicky: And how do we do that?

Ryan: Usually I have a policewoman do it for me.

Vicky: We don't have one of those.

Ryan: Right. Well, it's just a matter of putting the belts around, and you can put that on yourself.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, of course I can. Thanks.

Ryan: Make sure you wear something loose. You don't want Marius being able to see the battery pack. If he does, we've got trouble.

Vicky: How far away is the van?

Ryan: It's right across the street in front of the house.

Vicky: Oh, good.

Ryan: But if Marius gets wise to what you're doing --

Vicky: Yeah, I know, you could be in the next room and not help me.

Ryan: I just don't want you hurt is all.

Vicky: Well, that's nice to know. Look, Ryan, I'm doing this because I want to. You don't have to feel guilty or responsible or anything like that.

Ryan: Vicky, I know that you've got an awful lot of pride. You don't have to do this to save face, damn it. I mean, you can -- you can drop this whole thing right now and I won't say a word to anybody.

Vicky: Can we test this thing? I mean, if I'm going to entertain this dirt bag, I want to make sure it works and you hear me loud and clear.

Ryan: This is the switch to turn it on.

Vicky: Oh.

Ryan: You got to give me a couple of minutes to get out to the van and then speak into it. Then I'll call you from the van to confirm that it's working ok.

Vicky: Do I just act normally or do I have to talk into my chest all night?

Ryan: No. Just talk normally all night.

Vicky: Got it. I mean, roger.

Ryan: Nice picture.

Vicky: It stinks. Bridget took it.

Ryan: Your divorce -- it was pretty civilized?

Vicky: Well, it wasn't in the beginning, but Jamie and I are really friendly now. Steven needs us both.

Ryan: Marius -- he doesn't give a damn about little boys that need their mother. If he finds out that you're double-crossing --

Vicky: I am going through with this.

Ryan: Ok. I'll be listening to every single word. If anything goes wrong, you want to say -- say, "it's getting pretty hot in here, isn't it?"

Vicky: It's getting pretty hot in here, isn't it?

Ryan: And don't wait until the last minute. If you even sense something going wrong --

Vicky: All right!

Ryan: Have you figured out how you're going to get Marius to give us something that we can use?

Vicky: Oh, don't worry. When it comes to making men talk, I'm a pro.

Ryan: I'm sure you are. Listen, and another thing --

Vicky: What?

Ryan: Lucas is probably already in a lot of trouble. What you're doing can't stop that. But even if it could, nothing is worth losing you.

Michael: Actually, you know, I wanted to know, are you by chance going to the clinic party tomorrow?

John: We haven't given it much thought.

Michael: Well, give it some thought. You know, Marley is organizing it, and actually Donna and Marley got me to spring for an entire table and I was kind of hoping that you two might be my guests.

John: Well, how about if we give you a definite maybe?

Michael: Well, that's -- that's a start. I do want you to know that it would mean an awful lot to all of us if you both were there.

John: Well, I'll call you tomorrow, Mike.

Michael: Good. I'd appreciate it. Good-bye, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Bye.

Michael: Take care.

Sharlene: We'll see you.

Sharlene: Want to sit down? I thought we should talk about last night.

John: I agree.

Sharlene: What Grant did was wrong.

John: But I shouldn't have hit him.

Sharlene: Do you really think that?

John: I'll try to keep a lid on it from now on. It's --

Sharlene: Well. That was easy.

John: Yeah, it was. I really hate fighting.

Sharlene: Me, too.

John: So, uh, can we call a truce?

Sharlene: Please?

John: Truce.

John: Listen, now that we've truced, what are you doing tonight?

Sharlene: Oh, not much.

John: No?

Sharlene: No.

John: Well, I happen to have tonight off. What do you say I take you out to dinner, someplace fancy like Tops?

Sharlene: Tops?

John: I don't want to hear about how expensive it is.

Sharlene: Well, I wasn't even going to -- it didn't enter my mind, not much.

John: No, I'm sure it didn't. Sharlene, what we have is definitely worth going into hock for.

Sharlene: You got that right.

Nurse: Dr. Hudson?

John: Hi.

Nurse: Dr. Bennett would like to see you.

John: Oh, where is he?

Nurse: Four west Nurses' station.

John: Listen, why don't I make reservations at Tops tonight --

Sharlene: Ok.

John: And then I'll go and see what Dr. Bennett wants. Would you mind waiting?

Nurse: John, why don't you let me make the reservations? You know Dr. Bennett.

John: Yeah, yeah, I do.

Sharlene: Ok.

John: Listen, Tops, 7:30 tonight, the best table for two that they have, ok?

Nurse: Sure, no problem.

John: Thanks.

Sharlene: Thanks a lot.

Nurse: Tops. Yes, the best table you've got for two, tonight. Dr. Hudson, 7:30. Thanks. Bye-bye.

Grant: The number, please, for Tops restaurant.

Vicky: Hello. Ryan? Ryan, come in. Ryan? If I'm talking to my bosom for no reason, I'm going to feel like a real fool.

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Hello.

Ryan: It works.

Vicky: Oh, good.

Ryan: Just like it did the last time you tried it.

Vicky: Well, I changed my outfit and I jiggled something that I didn't want to jiggle.

Ryan: You sound nervous.

Vicky: No, I'm fine.

Ryan: Listen, you can -- you can back out of this anytime you want.

Vicky: Will you stop? This guy tried to ice my father. I'm going to go through with this and I'm going to do whatever it takes.

Ryan: I see a car.

Vicky: Oh, gosh.

Ryan: He's pulling up and he's getting out.

Vicky: Can you see him?

Ryan: No, he's -- he's in the shadows. He's closing the door now. Ok, now listen, any problem whatsoever, "it's getting a little hot in here," ok?

Vicky: Got it.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: This is it, Ryan.

Michael: Hey, Donna.

[Donna gasps]

Michael: Oh, sorry. God, I didn't mean to scare you.

Donna: Oh. Well, you did. Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Michael: Hey. Uh, what's the matter? Are you ok?

Donna: Yeah. No, I've just been thinking a lot about you today, how much you mean to me.

Michael: Oh.

Donna: You believe me, don't you?

Michael: Donna, what am I supposed to say?

Donna: You're supposed to say that you know I love you.

Michael: Well, I do. I guess I do.

Donna: You guess?

Michael: Well, I thought you loved Mikey, too, Donna. Look, it's not going to go away. It's just not. Not until you level with me.

Donna: I have, Michael. I told you, the Millers are his natural parents and he loves them. Stacey made me see that. It's as simple as that.

Michael: "Simple"?

Donna: I ache with missing him every day. I wouldn't be able to get through the days if I didn't have the girls and I didn't have you. Michael, I love you. I'd do anything for you.

Michael: Has something happened?

Donna: I just want you to know that I love you, and I want to know that you love me.

I miss you.

Michael: I'm with you every day.

Donna: No, you're not. Not like before.

Michael: Well, I am angry. I am really, really angry, all right?

Donna: Come for a walk.

Michael: A walk?

Donna: Come for a walk down by the river. It's quiet, it's private. We can listen to the boats. Remember, the dunes at Nauset? Remember?

Michael: I remember. I remember.

Donna: Please come with me?

Michael: Ok.

Grant: Ms. Stafford.

Caroline: Oh, Congressman Harrison.

Grant: How are you? We met at a fundraiser, didn't we?

Caroline: Yes, that's right. Roy Jacobs, this is Congressman Harrison. Congressman Harrison, this is Roy Jacobs.

Roy: Congressman.

Grant: Roy. Nice to meet you. Listen, may I speak to you for a moment, privately?

Caroline: Of course.

Grant: Excuse us, Roy.

Caroline: Is something the matter?

Grant: No, no, not at all. I just -- you know, ever since I met you, I can't stop thinking about you.

Caroline: Really?

Grant: Yeah, I've been wanting to call and wanting to call. And, well, you're here and I'm here and --

Caroline: I'm here with someone.

Grant: You -- you don't have to stay with him, do you?

Caroline: No, I guess not. Just give me a few minutes.

Grant: Great. Great.

Caroline: And he wants to hold an enormous fundraising party at the gallery.

Roy: And he has to talk to you about it tonight?

Caroline: It is election year, darling. I hope you understand?

Roy: Yeah. I understand.

Caroline: Here I am.

Grant: Great, here's my table.

Grant: Your friend didn't look any too happy.

Caroline: Oh, I'll call him tomorrow and smooth his feathers.

Grant: I'll bet you're very good about that.

John: Oh, great. Do you want to leave?

Sharlene: No.

John: Good, neither do I. This will give me a chance to show you how civil I can be.

Sharlene: You don't have to prove anything to me.

John: Oh, maybe not, but I have to start setting an example, right?

Sharlene: You do?

John: Of course, for you and for our child. I don't want you to think that I have to beat up everything that bothers me. Besides, this is our night.

Maitre d': Yes, sir.

John: Hi. Hudson, table for two.

Maitre d': Of course, Dr. Hudson, right this way.

John: Thank you.

[Knock on door]

Marley: Hi.

Woman: Hi.

Marley: Hi, sweetie. Can I help you?

Woman: My neighbor -- she said you're making this into a clinic.

Marley: Yes, yes, she was right.

Woman: With real doctors?

Marley: Oh, we hope to have an M.D. here 24 hours a day.

Woman: She doesn't even have booster shots.

Jake: Oh.

Marley: Look, come here. She can get all those here. You'll love Dr. Frame. He's the man in charge of the clinic.

Woman: Oh, how much is it going to cost to come here?

Marley: Well, it's all explained in this pamphlet. Here. Can I hold her?

Woman: Thank you.

Jake: She's beautiful.

Marley: Hi, girl. Hi, beautiful girl. Oh, hi.

Jake: Hey, you ok? Hmm? You ok?

Marley: Yeah.

Jake: Hi.

[Baby cries]

Marley: Ok, ok. Look, you have a cracker.

Jake: You know something? If we could've stayed together after you found out we couldn't have kids --

Marley: I know.

Jake: A lot of things wouldn't have happened. We'd be together right now.

Marley: She's beautiful.

Jake: Hi.

Jamie: You didn't tell Marley that I called.

Vicky: Jamie, you've got to get out of here. I am expecting someone.

Jamie: Not until you tell me why you did that.

Vicky: I am not your stinking concierge, ok? You are not in France anymore, so why don't you just go home.

Jamie: Not until you tell me what you're trying to do to Marley and me.

Vicky: How can I mess up something that doesn't exist? Isn't that what you keep trying to tell me?

Jamie: Vicky, don't play innocent with me.

Vicky: I forgot, ok? I forgot to tell Marley that you called.

Jamie: Did you also forget when you dressed up like her and tried to pry information out of me?

Vicky: I wouldn't have to do things like that if you would just be straight with me.

Jamie: Straight? You want straight? You got straight. Stop interfering with Marley and me. We're divorced. You're out of my life.

Vicky: She moved out.

Jamie: When?

Vicky: When she found out I pretended to be her. She's not even talking to me, ok? That is why I didn't tell her that you called. Now leave.

Jamie: With pleasure.

Jamie: Be careful, Vicky. You're going to push away everyone who cares about you.

Vicky: Like you? Jamie, wait. Jamie --

[Door closes]

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Yeah, hello? Oh, Marius. Yes. Of course I'm all ready for you.

John: How was your dinner?

Sharlene: It was wonderful. It was.

John: You got kind of quiet on me there.

Sharlene: You know, I was thinking about the first big dinner I ever made for you -- thanksgiving.

John: Oh, yes, yes, I remember.

Sharlene: I was so, so nervous.

John: So was I.

Sharlene: No, you were not.

John: Oh, I was. Being with you and Josie, realizing what it all meant to me.

Caroline: He said that price is no object as long as the painting is 3'6" long and 17 feet.

Grant: 17 feet?

Caroline: Oh, and it had to be beige. In fact, the secretary, he sent his secretary over the next morning with a leg of the sofa to make sure.

Grant: You mean that you know artists who draw these kind of pictures to order?

Caroline: Of course, darling, and I charge them by the square inch.

Sharlene: Uh, would you excuse me for just a second? I think I'll go powder my nose.

John: Sure.

Sharlene: They can take my plate, ok?

John: All right.

Grant: Ahem.

Caroline: Would you excuse me for a moment?

Grant: What?

Caroline: I just have to powder my nose.

Grant: Oh, sure.

Caroline: Sharlene?

Sharlene: Hi. How are you?

Caroline: I hope you understand.

Sharlene: Understand what?

Caroline: My being here with Grant.

Sharlene: It's none of my business.

Caroline: I saw the way you looked at us when you came in.

Sharlene: Why should my feelings matter to you?

Caroline: Sharlene, I'm sorry I didn't call you. But when I heard you were in the hospital, I thought it was best that I stayed away.

Sharlene: You thought you should call me?

Caroline: Yes, I heard all this business about you and Grant, and I'd known all along that you were leaving John for him.

Sharlene: What?

Caroline: And then I heard that you and John were back together again and you're going to have a baby. Well, I just wanted to stay away. There was nothing I could do. I'm sorry.

Sharlene: It's all right.

Caroline: Was it the baby that made you change your mind?

Sharlene: Change my mind about what?

Caroline: Grant.

Sharlene: No.

Caroline: Are you sure I'm not stepping on toes here?

Sharlene: Caroline, of course not. My -- that is behind me now.

Caroline: Well, that's good because this happened pretty quickly, you know, and I've got to tell you, I really envied you having Grant.

Sharlene: Look, Caroline --

Caroline: I'm really attracted to a guy who's tough and he's arrogant and --

Sharlene: Well, then you obviously don't know anything about the man. He's an incredibly sensitive person.

Caroline: I'm sorry. I didn't assume I knew him any better than you did.

Sharlene: I have never seen Grant be arrogant. I have never seen him be anything but kind.

Caroline: Maybe you spoke a little too soon.

Sharlene: What?

Caroline: When you said you were really over him.

Sharlene: I am over him.

Caroline: Funny, I don't believe that.

John: Welcome back.

Sharlene: Hi.

John: Ready to order dessert?

Sharlene: What?

John: Is something wrong?

Sharlene: No, no, I'm ok.

John: Ok.

Caroline's voice: And then when it all came out about you and Grant and I knew you were going to leave John for him --

Vicky: Oh, well, that's too bad. Yeah, we'll just have to do it again sometime soon. Me, too. Bye, Marius.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: You heard.

Ryan: Yeah, I did. You got off easy.

Vicky: Well, I'm not going to give up.

Ryan: It sounds like you never do.

Vicky: Sounds like you overheard my chat with Jamie.

Ryan: Oh, your ex-husband that you're oh-so-friendly with? Yeah, I did.

Vicky: Take this back because I don't want you eavesdropping on any more of my life. You couldn't have just kept your mouth shut, could you? You couldn't just say that your little machine just blanked out at that particular moment.

Ryan: Don't break it. You know, you kill me.

Vicky: Oh, I do?

Ryan: Yeah. Because you say or do whatever you want to anybody, but -- but you don't want to pay any dues. You don't want anybody mad at you.

Bridget: I saw the light blinking on once or twice and I -- I thought that's what you said.

Vicky: Yeah, I did.

Bridget: But, you see, I must have been terribly mistaken. I'm awfully sorry. Excuse me, dear.

Vicky: Bridget, really, he's just getting his equipment. Really, he is -- what's left of his equipment.

Ryan: Listen, next time you get your butt in a sling, you go through the yellow pages, you call up the national reserve, you do anything you want... but don't call me!

Vicky: Oh, fine. I'll probably get better service and a lot less lip! Ooh!

Donna: Look. See?

Michael: What?

Donna: The first star, there.

Michael: Oh.

Donna: Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might get this wish I wish tonight. Don't ask me what I wished for.

Michael: I wouldn't think of it.

Donna: Do you remember the song that they played at one of our weddings?

Michael: Uh, "when you wish upon a star," by chance?

Donna: The lines that I like the most is, "when your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme."

Donna: You'll always be in my heart. I'll always love you. Always.

Michael: I'll always love you, too. Always.

Donna: I got my wish.

Marley: Ok, you got your pamphlet? There you go, sweetheart.

[Baby cries]

Marley: Oh, it's ok. It's ok. She going to be ok?

Woman: Yeah.

Vicky: Yes?

Woman: Ok, we better go.

Vicky: Oh, honey! Bye-bye. Here you go. Let me help you. Hope you'll come back when the clinic is open.

Jake: Little baby didn't want to leave you.

Marley: Here we are.

Jake: Here we are.

Marley: Jake, I've been thinking a lot about what you said.

Jake: We never should've broken up.

Marley: No, it was me. I walked away. I walked away from -- from you and Vicky and Steven. I -- I wanted to hurt you. I did. I wanted someone else to blame for me not being able to have a child. Just --

Jake: You know, you ended up hurting yourself most of all.

Marley: I don't think so.

Marley: We've been through so much together.

Jake: Yes, we have.

Marley: You were always wonderful.

Jake: Not always.

Marley: You never blamed me. You -- you always supported me. And things didn't get crazy until I pushed you away, Jake.

Jake: Hey, hey, hey.

Marley: What are you doing?

Jake: You know -- you know what I think?

Marley: Um -- no.

Jake: I think that's all ancient history. I think I want to spend all my time with you.

Marley: What -- what are you saying?

Jake: I want you to move in. I want us to live together again.

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