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Another World Transcript Wednesday 9/20/06

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Frankie: Shrimp toast, pate du champignon, onion dip with the greasiest chips available.

Cass: What's going on, Frankie?

Frankie: Creamed corn soup, Maryland crab cakes.

Cass: I was supposed to pick this stuff on my way home.

Frankie: Boston scrod, deep-fried, in a beer batter, and apple pandowdy.

Cass: With whipped cream?

Frankie: No wheat germ, no tofu.

Cass: What's the occasion?

Frankie: May I take your coat, monsieur?

Cass: Sure, yeah, sure.

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Aren't you leaving something out?

Frankie: What?

Cass: My pipe and slippers.

Frankie: No, you don't have a pipe, and I threw out your slippers. Santa's bringing you new ones for Christmas.

Cass: You are not kidding, are you?

Frankie: Oh, and how does a chilled martini with two olives sound?

Cass: What did I do to deserve all of this?

Frankie: Nothing, probably, but you are getting it all anyway. Now, your paper's right there. And you sit down, relax, and I will be right back out. [Screaming]

Cass: Frankie?

Vicky: How about this? Bottle?


Vicky: Guess who's here! Who's here? Who's at the door? Honey. Ok, Jamie, help me. Help me.

Ryan: Hi. Am I early?

Vicky: Oh, no, I am late. I -- I had to finish feeding him, and Jamie is not here, and Bridget is not here, and I had to give him his bath, and he won't play by himself obviously, and --

Ryan: All over your face.

Vicky: And the phone keeps ringing.

Ryan: And your shirt and your chin.

Vicky: Oh, my God. I think it's pureed squash. Oh, honey. What -- what's the matter? Come here. Are you a mess? Let's look -- oh.

Ryan: Oh, you are a mess, aren't you?

Vicky: Here, come here.

Ryan: What a mess you are.

Vicky: Want your bottle? Yeah? Ok. Oh, much better. Come here, sweetheart. Ok.

Ryan: There we go.

Vicky: All right. Oh, that's so much better. Why don't you go to Ryan? Want to go to Ryan?

Ryan: Uh --

Vicky: Yeah, here. You just take Steven. Oh, yummy, take your bottle sweetheart.

Ryan: Whoa.

Vicky: It's ok. I'll take these.

Ryan: Wait, Vicky, wait.

Vicky: What?

Ryan: What -- what I am supposed to do with him?

Vicky: Amuse him. Sweetheart, it's ok.

Ryan: Amuse him? How I am supposed to amuse you?

Vicky: Use your imagination.

Ryan: Well, should I talk to him?

Vicky: Yeah, that's a brilliant idea.

Ryan: Ah -- oh, ok, I'll talk to him. Ah -- ah, hey, how you doing, huh? I really don't think he likes talking to me. I am not getting any reaction whatsoever.

Vicky: Well, as long as he's not crying, you're ok.

Ryan: Well, I don't think he is happy.

Vicky: Sing to him, he loves that.

Ryan: Sing to him? What should I sing to him with? Uh -- ok. Let's see, what do I know -- what do I know all of the words to. Uh, let's see. How about -- jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way woo oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh I don't -- you don't like this song. You don't like this song? I don't like this song, either. I never liked Christmas much either. Vicky. Vicky!

Jamie: I think I'll leave the two of you alone.

Iris: Oh, Jamie, don't be so silly. We don't have any secrets. Do we, Marley? Besides, I think all our questions concerning Jake and Paulina are about to be answered.

Marley: I don't understand.

Iris: What don't you understand?

Marley: Jake. I -- I don't know why he would have said that he had a job here at "Brava" if he didn't.

Iris: I think that's obvious. He didn't want you to know what he was really doing.

Marley: Don't play games with me, Iris.

Iris: Marley, I am not playing games with you. I have your best interest at heart.

Marley: All right, then if you know something, just tell me.

[Phone rings]

Iris: Excuse me. Hello. Yes, put them on, please.

Yes, thank you.

Jamie: What is it?

Iris: There has been an accident. It's Amanda, Jamie. She's been hurt.

Olivia: Bay City at your feet.

Sam: [Chuckles] Hardly. Did you make your call?

Olivia: Had to do some pretty fast talking. Aunt Liz and I were supposed to go to the movies tonight.

Sam: Oh, yes, so you call and said, "Liz, listen, I can't do the movies because Sam Fowler and I have a hot date," right?

Olivia: I did not want to give the woman a cardiac arrest.

Sam: Oh, yeah. Well, I won her over once, when Amanda and I got married. Maybe I could -- no, I don't think I could.

Olivia: My aunt Liz only has respect for people who either come from lots of money or make lots of it.

Sam: And I don't think that's going to be my case.

Olivia: One day soon, you are going to be a famous artist, and then my aunt Liz is going to go around singing your praises and bragging because she knows you. She's going to be saying things like, "he's such a charming young man. He's a dear, dear friend of mine."

Sam: You know, for some reason, I can't quite picture that.

Olivia: Well, it doesn't matter what my aunt Liz thinks anyway.

Sam: Olivia, come on, you have to live with her.

Olivia: Well, not for long. As soon as I can find a place that I can afford, I am moving out. Lock, stock, and leg warmers. Although maybe I can find someone that I am compatible with, and we can share a two-bedroom, then that way it will be less expensive and --

Sam: What?

Olivia: If you don't feel up to going out tonight, I can certainly understand.

Sam: No -- no, I want to.

Olivia: Ok.

Sam: I don't want to be alone tonight.

Olivia: Oh, well, I am here.

Sam: But I am not really in the mood for a night out on the town, if you know what I mean.

Olivia: Oh, yeah, sure. I understand that, too.

Sam: Why don't you come back to the loft with me?

Jamie: Yes -- yes, I know the place. Fine, thank you. I appreciate it.

Iris: Jamie, how bad is it?

Jamie: He couldn't give me a thorough report. But evidently it could have been a lot worse. Amanda is conscious and coherent.

Marley: Oh, thank heavens.

Jamie: They have taken her to a local emergency room.

Marley: Jamie, what happened?

Jamie: Apparently, she lost control of the car. She skidded on a curve and went into an embankment. The car was totaled. Look, I want to go make sure she is ok.

Iris: Jamie, where is she? Where did this happen?

Jamie: A little village, a couple of miles from Mac's cabin.

Iris: Oh, gosh, poor thing.

Jamie: Look, Iris, I am going to take off. You give a call to my Mom, ok?

Iris: Of course, I will.

Marley: Jamie, you're upset. Let me drive you.

Jamie: You don't have to do that, Marley.

Marley: I would like to.

Jamie: Ok, let's go.

Ryan: This little piggy went to market. This little piggy went home. You don't like -- this little piggy -- where did this other little piggy go? This little piggy went to have something to eat, didn't he? Let's see. This little piggy had a sandwich. And this little piggy had none.

Vicky: Well, come on, I want to hear the "wee, wee, wee" part.

Ryan: What -- you think I am acting like a fool, don't you?

Vicky: No, honey. You are doing great. Make funny faces.

Ryan: Make funny faces?

Vicky: You like funny faces, don't you?

Ryan: What kind of funny faces? Like that? Is that a funny face? How about this one? Wow, you don't like that one either. How about this one? [Deep voice] Hello. Hello, do you like sports? I like sports. Do you like apple juice? I like apple juice. Ok -- hmm, you don't like that? Oh, I bet I know what you would love. I bet you would love a toy, a big brown bear. What do you say?

Vicky: He doesn't like that bear.

Ryan: You don't like this -- you don't like the bear? Ok, we will forget about the bear. Let's see. Well, if he don't like the bear, then what's it doing next to the high chair?

Vicky: Feed him something.

Ryan: Feed him something. Oh, yeah, right. Just feed him something. Mm, oooo. Oh, yes, how about we have some delicious food? Mm -- yum yum yum. Do you want some of this? Mm mm? Oh, there we go, ever so good. Mm. Isn't that lovely stuff? Why don't we not have any more of that? You guys should form a union. Boycott that stuff completely, utterly.


Ryan: Oh, it's the door. Why don't I go -- I am going to get the door, you stay right there, all right? No, you are not going to stay right there. I know kids, and I have seen before in zoos and things like that. I tell you what, we'll go both get the door together. Oops, oops, oops, oops, here we go. Here we go, both getting the door, opening the door. Oh, great, my life is complete and terrific.

Jake: Where is she?

Ryan: Isn't he rude? He doesn't even say hello to you, Steve.

Vicky: Jamie. Jake.

Ryan: Oh.

Vicky: What are you doing here?

Jake: Where is Marley?

Ryan: Look, it's Mommy.

Vicky: It's me. Oh, come here --

Jake: Don't pull that on me, Vicky. You know where she is and you are going to tell me.

Frankie: It -- it just disappeared.

Cass: Think back, Frankie. You're absolutely positive that you opened the bottle of wine, and took it into the kitchen to breathe?

Frankie: I am really not surprised.

Cass: Why? Was it a little winded? [Laughs] You get it? The bottle --

Frankie: I mean I am not surprised that the wine is missing.

Cass: Oh, no, she's got that look again. No -- no please, you are not -- would you think rationally about this, please?

Frankie: There is no other explanation, Cass.

Cass: Ghosts don't drink wine.

Frankie: Ok, Mr. Cynical, you give me a logical explanation.

Cass: Sure, Ms. Logical, very easy. You thought that you'd gotten the wine, and in actuality you forgot it.

Frankie: No, in actuality I got the wine. I opened it. I brought it into the kitchen and I put it down on the counter, next to the fridge. Just like, in actuality, I made a special batch of cookies, and they also disappeared.

Cass: Well, we both know what happened there -- a cat.

Frankie: We don't have a cat and you're the one that --

Cass: You don't have any jewelry now, either.

Frankie: Oh, shut up. And you are the one that came up with that story anyway.

Cass: It was a stray cat. A stray cat that probably lives under our very house, who comes sniffing around every time you whip up another batch of cookies.

Frankie: Maybe this cat is a wino, and that explains everything.

Cass: Oh, a wise guy, huh? It's a far more logical explanation than your spooks in the attic number.

Frankie: Ok -- ok, fine. Have it your way. I forgot the wine, and a cat swiped the cookies.

Cass: Ok, I'll have the locks changed first thing in the morning.

Frankie: This cat picks locks, too, huh? A very talented feline.

Cass: I'll just feel a lot better. All right? Come on. We are safe. I am here. Who could ask for anything more? You prepared an incredible dinner, which was still there, wasn't it?

Frankie: Yes.

Cass: The ghosts didn't eat it?

Frankie: It was still there.

Cass: Ah, thanks to powers that be. So, I think that we should just try to have a normal evening.

Frankie: Normal.

Cass: As opposed to paranormal.

Frankie: Ok, ok.

Cass: Ok?

Frankie: I will think normal.

Cass: Ok.

Frankie: So.

Cass: A stretch for you, I know.

Frankie: Tell me about your day at work, dear.

Cass: Well, sweetie, I was so busy. Actually, I was swamped, and I am thinking of having Stace take some of my caseload.

Frankie: And how is he working out?

Cass: He who?

Frankie: He, the P.I. -- He who is doing my job. Did he get the pictures?

Cass: I didn't tell you? He is a woman.

Frankie: Say what?

Cass: Yeah, his name is Sharon -- Little, Sharon Little. And we got the pictures, yes, thank you.

Frankie: You went out and hired a woman to replace me?

Cass: A six-foot, hundred and sixty pound woman.

Frankie: 160?

Cass: Yeah, big girl. Very intimidating. You know, Frankie, you really should try to work against being insecure. What's that smell? Is that dinner?

Frankie: Oh, it's the oil for my fish. I have to turn it down before it starts spattering -- and I am not insecure.

Cass: Kathleen.

Vicky: You still on the phone?

Ryan: Is Steven asleep yet?

Vicky: No, he is just playing in his crib. So I brought the monitor so we could listen to him. Why don't you make your calls from your own place?

Jake: I am checking the messages on my answering machine.

Vicky: Why did you let him in?

Jake: Marley hasn't called.

Vicky: Good, then you can leave.

Jake: Where is she, Vicky?

Vicky: You are like a broken record. I told you I don't know where she is. Now, you have searched my place. You have used my phone. It is time that you leave.

Jake: Let me talk to you for one minute, all right?

Vicky: Ok, you got one minute. Oh, what a nice timepiece.

Jake: I haven't talked to Marley in 24 hours. I am worried about her.

Vicky: Three, four, five, six --

Jake: That's not like her.

Vicky: Seven, eight, nine --

Jake: Especially if she hasn't talked to you, Vicky. Something could have happened.

Vicky: Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen --

Jake: Vicky.

Vicky: It didn't.

Jake: How do you know that?

Vicky: I am sure she is fine.

Jake: Do you know something?

Ryan: All right, all right. Let's just take it easy now. Just take --

Jake: Answer me, Vicky.

Vicky: I told you I don't know anything, but I think --

Jake: What?

Vicky: I think Marley is having second thoughts about the wedding, so she doesn't want to talk to you.

Jake: Why would she be having second thoughts?

Vicky: Why don't you ask yourself that question? Have you ever done anything to give a girl pause before she went ahead and married you?

Jamie: Amanda.

Amanda: Hi.

Jamie: Are you ok, honey?

Amanda: Jamie? Marley?

Jamie: Are you in any pain?

Amanda: I don't know. I am still in shock, I think. I was up walking around, though, so I don't think it's anything serious.

Jamie: Does anything hurt you?

Amanda: My shoulder is a little stiff. I told them about it. I think it's from the seat belt. They said I was lucky I had it on. I would have gone right through the windshield.

Jamie: You look ok.

Amanda: I just feel stupid. More stupid than I did before, if that's possible.

Jamie: Look, let's just move your shoulder, but easy.

Amanda: I was too upset to get in the car. I knew I shouldn't have been driving.

Marley: I used to do the same thing. I would just get in a car and drive really fast.

Jamie: You were lucky, Amanda. You got off easy. Oh, I am sorry.

Amanda: Who called you?

Jamie: Highway patrol. They tried to reach Mom at the office. Marley and I just happened to be there with Iris when the call came in.

Amanda: So, Mom doesn't know anything yet?

Jamie: Iris is trying to reach her.

Marley: Amanda, the car is waiting outside. I am sure you are anxious to get home.

Amanda: No -- no, I am not anxious to get home. I can't face Mom, Jamie. Please.

Jamie: Amanda, Mom is going to be worried when she hears.

Amanda: She's not. All you've got to do is talk to her. Tell her that I am fine. I'd really like to just go to the cabin, you know?

Jamie: The cabin?

Amanda: It's not very far from here. We'll go, light a fire, and just hang out for a couple of hours.

Jamie: I was supposed to pick Steven up.

Amanda: Oh.

Jamie: But I guess I could just call and ask Vicky to keep him until tomorrow.

Amanda: Thanks, Jamie.

Jamie: But maybe Marley wants to get back.

Marley: No, I don't have to. I would love to go the cabin.

Vicky: Tough question, huh?

Jake: Bridget!

Vicky: Keep your voice down.

Jake: Can I talk to you for a second, Bridget?

Vicky: What do you want Bridget for?

Jake: Well, I'm obviously not going to get anything but grief from you.

Vicky: Well, you are not going to get anything from her, because she is out.

Ryan: Which is exactly where Vicky and I are going as soon as Jamie gets here. So why don't you do us all a favor, and just leave?

Vicky: Yes, that's a great idea.

Ryan: Maybe you can find a hot poker game somewhere.

Vicky: Oh, gee, maybe somebody --

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Hello.

Iris: Oh, Vicky, this is Iris Wheeler.

Vicky: Oh, Iris, I told you I would -- I would have my article in by next week.

Iris: This is not about work. I have a message from Jamie.

Vicky: Oh, what's up?

Iris: Amanda was in an accident.

Vicky: An accident?

Jake: What -- who's in an accident?

Vicky: Shh-shh -- up. What happened?

Iris: It was a car accident. She's going to be all right.

Vicky: Oh, good. That's great.

Iris: Yes. Anyway, Jamie's gone off with Marley to collect her.

Vicky: No kidding.

Iris: Vicky, Marley happened to be here when the call came through, and she offered to drive him.

Vicky: How very kind of her.

Iris: In any case, Jamie said that he can't pick up Steven.

Vicky: Ok, thank you. Amanda was in an accident.

Ryan: Is she ok?

Vicky: Yeah, Iris said she is going to be fine, but I -- I do have news for you.

Jake: What?

Vicky: I know where Marley is.

Jake: Where is she?

Vicky: She is with Jamie.

Jake: How did Iris know that Marley was with Jamie?

Vicky: Because Marley was in the office with Iris when they got the call.

Jake: Marley was talking to Iris?

Ryan: What was that all about?

Vicky: I don't know. Isn't it interesting, though, that he was more upset that Marley was talking to Iris, than the fact that she went off on a rescue mission with Jamie? I wonder why that is?

Sam: Listen, can I get you something?

Olivia: Yes, do you have any soda?

Sam: I think I do. Let me check.

Olivia: Great.

Sam: Ah, yeah, here we go.

Olivia: You know, I really do love this loft.

Sam: Yeah, it's comfortable, that's for sure.

Olivia: It's more than that. There's so much of you here.

Sam: Here you go.

Olivia: Oh.

Sam: What?

Olivia: Did I say the wrong thing?

Sam: No. Why would you have said the wrong thing? It's fine.

Olivia: Well, I know there's a lot of memories for you here.

Sam: Yeah, but if you remember correctly, I moved in before Amanda moved in, remember?

Olivia: Of course I remember. So, it's still your place.

Sam: Right.

Olivia: Right.

Sam: Oh, I know what I wanted to ask you.

Olivia: What?

Sam: Now, when you got into the ballet, did you use the same dance audition piece that I saw?

Olivia: No, I had to dance another part of the ballet.

Sam: Oh.

Olivia: Mm.

Sam: Show me.

Olivia: Excuse me.

Sam: I would like to see it.

Olivia: You are kidding.

Sam: No, I am not kidding.

Olivia: You want me to dance now?

Sam: Yes.

[Phone rings]

Sam: Excuse me. Hello. What? Oh, my God. What -- what happened? Tell me what happened? Is she all right? Ok, is Alli all right?

Ok. All right, fine, well, I am coming right down there. No, I am coming. You're sure? All right, I see. Ok, Jamie. All right, thanks for calling. Bye, bye. Amanda got in an accident.

Olivia: Oh, no.

Sam: She's all right, though. She's all right.

Olivia: Where is she?

Sam: It doesn't matter.

Olivia: Well, do you want to go to her?

Sam: No. Look, there's no point. She's all right, Jamie's with her, and Ada's taking care of Alli, and she's fast asleep. There's nothing I can do.

Jamie: Amanda, I told him that you were fine and --

Amanda: I heard what you said. And he wanted to make sure that Alli was ok.

Jamie: I'll make a fire.

Marley: No, Jamie -- don't. I'll do it. Just talk to Amanda. Here you go, sweetie.

Amanda: Thanks, Marley.

Marley: Sure.

Jamie: You want a blanket, honey?

Amanda: Yeah. Thanks.

Jamie: So, tell me what happened.

Amanda: I told you, I just lost control. I was driving faster than I thought I was, and -- and the curve came up on me before I knew it. I just spun out.

Jamie: That's all?

Amanda: If you're asking was I trying to kill myself, the answer is no.

I was just confused, that's all. I just needed to get away from everybody.

Jamie: I had a marriage break up, too. I remember what it's like.

Amanda: But your marriage didn't break up like mine. You didn't destroy it.

Jamie: Amanda, I had a talk with Sam.

Amanda: When?

Jamie: Couple of weeks ago. What Evan did stinks.

Amanda: I feel so stupid.

Jamie: You made a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes.

Amanda: A little bit more than a mistake, Jamie

Jamie: Evan seemed very open when you were having troubles with Sam. I guess I can see why it happened.

Amanda: You told me that I was playing with fire. You were so right.

Jamie: I'm not going to tell you, "I told you so."

Amanda: Why not? You could, I deserve it. Did you ever feel that you were so stupid and so wrong about everything? I knew Evan was dangerous, I knew it. And I went ahead anyway. Now I've lost the only person that ever truly loved me.

It's peaceful here, isn't it?

Jamie: Yeah.

Amanda: I just wanted to spend one night away. So what do you say? Would you stay with me? Play big brother?

Jamie: I'm sure Marley wants to get back.

Marley: No. No, I'd love to stay, if that's what you want, Amanda.

Cass: Superb, superb, crab cakes. You couldn't do better in Baltimore.

Frankie: I thought they were a little dry.

Cass: No, no, really. They were great, absolutely great. You know, to tell you the truth, Frankie, when I married you I had no idea what a great cook you were.

Frankie: Flattery will get you a very suspicious wife, counselor. So what are you up to?

Cass: No, really. It was a first-class dinner.

Frankie: Yeah, it's about that P.I., isn't it? You're trying to keep my mind off her.

Cass: Frankie, Frankie. If you never believe anything again in your entire life, you can believe that you have nothing to be jealous about from any other woman, past or present.

Frankie: What is that supposed to mean?

Cass: Remember a few weeks ago, you were thinking about the fact that I had been married before?

Frankie: Yeah. Yeah, I think about it a lot.

Cass: Maybe you want to talk about it.

Frankie: I'm all right about Kathleen. Really.

Cass: Are you sure?

Frankie: What is the big deal? Why are you making an issue out of this?

Cass: You don't have to be embarrassed. We can talk about anything.

Frankie: I know that.

Cass: Then let's --

Frankie: What?

Cass: Talk.

Frankie: About Kathleen? That's what you want to do?

Cass: No, you do.

Frankie: Who brought her up? Not me. It's obvious that you need to talk about her for some reason.

Cass: Then what about this?

Frankie: What?

Cass: If you're not thinking about my marriage with Kathleen, why have you been looking at these photographs?

Frankie: I never saw this before. How did this get in here?

Olivia: Hey, this is great. Miles' "Sketches of Spain." This is fabulous. Sam -- I, look --

Sam: No, what did you pick -- hmm?

Olivia: Look, you're obviously very concerned about Amanda. So, why don't you just go see her and make sure everything is ok?

Sam: Because there's no point. Look, she's in good hands. She's with Jamie, and Ada is watching Alli, and she's asleep. It's --

Olivia: Sam --

Sam: Besides, I'm not responsible for Amanda anymore, ok? Now weren't you going to dance for me, hmm?

Olivia: No, I won't.

Sam: Come on now.

Olivia: I can't.

Sam: Why not?

Olivia: Well, for one thing, I can't dance without any music. I'd feel ridiculous.

Sam: Oh, no you won't. You wait right there.

Olivia: What are you doing?

Sam: Where is it? Here we go.

Olivia: What?

Sam: Here, you hold this.

Olivia: I don't believe this, you've got "Romeo and Juliet"?

Sam: Yeah, it's the music from the ballet. I heard it the first time and I loved it. So we went out and bought it. I've been listening to it constantly.

Olivia: I don't believe it.

Sam: You said that once before. Now, you wait right there.

Olivia: What are you doing now?

Sam: I'm looking for something important. There you are.

Olivia: Hey, wait.

Sam: Now you -- dance!

Jamie: She's in there, crying. Thanks. I just wish Evan could see her. See what he's done to her.

Marley: I'm sure he's thinking he never meant to hurt her.

Jamie: Yeah, right. The sad thing is I actually think that he loved her, in his way. He's actually made her absolutely miserable.

Marley: It's good.

Jamie: Want to know a secret? I crave this stuff.

Marley: Me, too. I eat it once a year. Canned stuff, I can't believe it.

Jamie: I think tonight is your lucky night.

Marley: I guess so. Jamie, I found out something else about Jake.

Jamie: What did you find out?

Marley: I was looking through his address book, and I came upon the name, Patrick Sullivan. He's the guy who called me from San Francisco.

Jamie: Right, and didn't give us the grant. That's why you went to San Francisco, right? To talk to him about that?

Marley: I called him, pretending to be Jake's secretary, and it turns out they're friends.

Jamie: Jake set up the meeting between you and Sullivan?

Marley: Yeah, I -- I think he wanted to get me out of town.

Jamie: Yeah, it sounds like it.

Marley: The message was something about wanting to keep two women away from each other.

Jamie: I'm sorry about that, Marley.

Marley: I just -- I don't want you to be too hard on Amanda. I -- I know that she should have seen through Evan, but when you are in the middle and you think that you're in love with somebody --

Jamie: Marley, why did you come here with me today?

Marley: I'm not sure.

Frankie: It's all you and Kathleen.

Cass: I wish you would talk to me about this.

Frankie: What am I supposed to say?

Cass: There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you know?

Frankie: For the last time, I'm not embarrassed.

Cass: It's really natural for you to have some curiosity about my life with Kathleen.

Frankie: Cass, you're not listening to me.

Cass: I'll be glad to tell anything you want to know.

Frankie: I'm going to scream in one minute.

Cass: Why?

Frankie: Because I -- I keep telling you that I'd never seen that thing before, and you keep smiling at me like I'm some kind of wacko.

Cass: You've never seen this before just now?

Frankie: Finally, it's sinking in.

Cass: Then how did it get here?

Frankie: I have no idea.

Cass: Are you sure you didn't accidentally --

Frankie: Cass, I have never seen it, never touched it before this very second. Now do you believe me?

Cass: Yes.

Frankie: I don't even know how it got in the house.

Cass: Well, I packed it when I packed my books, but I didn't take it out today.

Frankie: And I didn't forget the wine or eat the cookies.

Cass: Oh, now, please. Don't start with the twilight zone stuff again.

Frankie: You have got to admit, Cass, that there are a lot of very weird things going on inside this --

Cass: They're only weird if you want them to be weird.

Frankie: Oh, how could I ever have fallen in love with such a skeptic?

Cass: Oh, how could I ever have fallen in love with such a kook?

Frankie: Skeptic.

Cass: Kook.

Cass: Ok, ok. Here's my plan, ok? Is it my shade?

Frankie: Yes, you look lovely.

Cass: Here's my plan, ok?

Frankie: Ok.

Cass: I'm going to go around and lock all the doors.

Frankie: Mm-hmm.

Cass: Ok?

Frankie: Mm-hmm.

Cass: Forget ghosts. Forget about the apple pan-whatever.

Frankie: Right.

Cass: Forget the past. Forget the busy day that I had at the office today, and take my wife up to bed for a night of total amazement, all right?

Frankie: Ok.

You get the front door, I'll get the back.

Cass: Meet you under the covers.

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: What?

Frankie: Front door.

Cass: Me front, you back.

Frankie: Right.

Cass: I just get so excited, you know?

Sam: You are so good.

Olivia: No, actually I'm -- I have a lot of work to do on --

Sam: No.

Olivia: On things.

Sam: When I was watching you, I forgot about everything else except you and the music. And it was magic. You, you are magical.

Jamie: I have to ask you something, Marley.

Marley: Ok.

Jamie: Why were you going through Jake's address book? And why did you call Paulina again today?

Marley: There are some things I need to know about Jake.

Jamie: But Paulina denied being involved with Jake.

Marley: I know.

Jamie: You think she's lying?

Marley: I know Jake lied to me.

Jamie: You do?

Marley: I was confused before I found Sullivan's name in the address book. But now --

Jamie: Now, you're really confused.

Marley: Yeah. I know all my friends and family think that I shouldn't marry Jake.

Jamie: But? I guess it's really nobody's business, is it?

Marley: Vicky and my mother think I'm marrying Jake to avoid my feelings for you.

Jamie: Is that what you're doing?

Marley: I don't know.

Jamie: Where are you going?

Marley: I've got to go to bed.

Jamie: Already?

Marley: Jamie, it's late.

Jamie: Ok.

Marley: I'll just stay in the room with Amanda in case she needs anything, all right?

Jamie: Marley -- sleep well.

Frankie: Cass, you want me to bring something up to you, too?


Who's there?

Ok, whoever you are, I want you to know that I've got a weapon here. So I just want you to stay right where you are.

Oh, my God.

Vicky: The inky dinky spider went up the waterspout down came the rain and washed it all about oh out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy ditsy spider went up the spout again

Ryan: About the thousandth time that you've sung that thing to him.

Vicky: Well, he likes that thing, don't you?

Ryan: I don't know, he doesn't look too pleased to me.

Vicky: No, he's a little tired.

Ryan: Well, so put him to bed.

Vicky: Oh, that's great. He's tired, so just put him to bed?

Ryan: Well, why not? You said he's tired.

Vicky: Because children don't always sleep when they're tired.

Ryan: Why not?

Vicky: Can't you see how wired he is?

Ryan: Hmm, why is he wired?

Vicky: Because you're here, and that's exciting to a baby. You see? Aren't you the best guy, though? Aren't you? Aren't you the best guy? Aren't you the best guy? Come on, you're the best guy, aren't you? Oh, I love you.

[Loud kissing sound]

Vicky: Oh, he's the gre -- what are you looking at me for? I make a fool out of myself with him, don't I?

Ryan: No, you're not making a fool out of yourself.

Vicky: Then why are you smirking?

Ryan: I'm not smirking, I'm just -- I'm smiling an admiring smile.

Vicky: Is he? Say, "yeah, right." Say, "yeah, right. Yeah, right."

Ryan: No, I'm smiling because you love your kid, and it shows, and that makes me smile.

Vicky: He's the best. Aren't you? Aren't you?

Ryan: Well, he does look tired, though.

Vicky: Well, then, put him to sleep.

Ryan: What -- what -- what --

Vicky: To sleep.

Ryan: How do you put him to sleep?

Vicky: You just put him in his crib, and you pat his little tushy a couple of times, and then he screams and cries for about two hours and then if you're lucky, he'll go to sleep.

Ryan: Is that what you do? You do that all night?

Vicky: He does it all night. No, he wakes up around two or three, and cries some more. And then I go in and I pick him up, which I should never do, so the kid probably won't sleep all through the night until he's about college age.

Ryan: That sounds real fun.

Vicky: Oh, I don't mind it at all, but I guess you would, huh?

Ryan: What do you mean by that?

Vicky: Well, kids obviously aren't your thing.

Ryan: What makes you say that?

Vicky: Well, why didn't you put him to sleep? Don't you like him?

Ryan: Of course I like -- I -- I think he's really cute.

Vicky: Cute? That's all he is, is cute?

Ryan: Oh, maybe -- well, come on. What -- what is a kid supposed to be? I mean, witty, dynamic?

Vicky: Oh, you are dynamic aren't you? You are dynamic, and he's very witty, although you won't know that until he talks. Right? Right? You're the best. You're the absolute best.

Ryan: He is the best.


Vicky: Somebody's at the door. Do you want to get that, or do you want to take Steven?

Ryan: No, you can keep Steven.

Vicky: Ok.

Ryan: I'll get to the door.

Vicky: Who's at the door? Who do you think is at the door?

Who's at the door

Bridget: Oh --

Ryan: Bridget!

Bridget: Oh, what --

Ryan: Oh, Bridget. Oh, Bridget, Bridget.

It's Bridget, it's Bridget

Bridget: For heaven's sake, let go of me, lad. Oh, for heaven's sake. Hello, there's my darling.

Vicky: Hi, Bridget. What are you doing? Did you forget your keys?

Bridget: I forgot my keys.

Vicky: Oh, you nut. What are you doing back here?

Bridget: Oh, well, Augie and I were having dinner tonight.

Vicky: Yeah.

Bridget: And we were having a slice of roast beef.

Ryan: Mm-hmm

Vicky: Roast beef, she had.

Bridget: And I got the end cut.

Vicky: Yes, of course you did. What happened?

Bridget: Well, all of a sudden, she fell ill. She said she thought she had a fever and she thought maybe she had the flu.

Vicky: Oh.

Bridget: Oh.

Vicky: So you left?

Bridget: So I came home, and I brought my doggie bag, though.

Ryan: Oh, isn't that a terrific story? What a wonderful story.

Vicky: Isn't that a great story, honey?

Ryan: Fantastic story.

Vicky: Yes, it is.

Bridget: Yes, it is. I thought he was supposed to be with Jamie tonight.

Vicky: Oh, he was, but it's a long story.

Bridget: Oh.

Vicky: Isn't it? But I could explain it later, if you could do us a favor and take care of Steven.

Bridget: Well, of course I can, dear. Go along, the two of you. Have a nice time.

Vicky: Are you sure?

Bridget: I'm positive, dear.

Vicky: You sure you don't mind?

Bridget: I don't mind at all.

Vicky: Ok, Bridget's going to put you to bed. Ok, sweetheart? Ok, I love you. I'll see you later.

Bridget: There you go, darling.

Vicky: And you have a good night, precious, all right? I love you. I'll come in and check on you when I get home. Thanks Bridget.

Bridget: Yes, you're welcome, dear.

Vicky: Kisses all around. Kisses all around. Sleep tight. Thanks Bridget.

Ryan: Thanks Bridget.

Bridget: Well, here we are. We've been left in the lurch. Hmm?

Iris: Yeah, she was very fortunate, Rachel. Thank heavens for seatbelts. Mm-hm. Fine, tomorrow. Good night. Oh, Jake, you nearly frightened me to death.

Jake: Not yet. I don't want you dead yet.

Iris: Jake, it's almost the middle of the night.

Jake: I know what time it is, Iris. I went by your apartment. You weren't there.

Iris: Well, that's just where I'm headed.

Jake: Not yet, you're not.

Iris: By the way, Jake, did you know that Marley had run off with Jamie to rescue Amanda?

Jake: I heard. What were you doing talking to Marley earlier?

Iris: And that the three of them are going to have to spend the night at Daddy's cabin.

Jake: What did you tell her?

Iris: We had quite a fascinating little talk actually. She asked me all sorts of questions about you and Paulina.

Jake: Stop playing games with me, Iris.

Iris: Look, Jake, you're the one who's playing games. Marley wanted to know where you were getting all your money from. I thought that was a jolly good question. You know what? I hope you are not using the information that I paid for to blackmail Paulina with, are you?

Jake: You're crazy.

Iris: I don't think I am. I want to know what's going on between you and Paulina, and you are going to tell me.

Jake: Forget it, Iris.

Iris: Because if you don't, Jake, I'm going to go straight to Marley. And I'm going to tell her about your sordid little surveillance of Paulina.

Jamie: Is something wrong? What is it?

Marley: I couldn't sleep.

Jamie: You've been thinking about Jake?

Marley: I've been thinking about you.

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