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Another World Transcript Wednesday 11/22/06
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Matt: Ah. Oh, is this perfect, or is this perfect?
Ken: Looks good to me.
Rachel: It has to be better than good because Matthew likes it to be absolutely mathematically accurate, the lights, before he lets us pack all the decorations.
Amanda: I hate to call you compulsive, Matthew --
Ada: But if the shoe fits.
Paulina: I think it looks beautiful.
Matt: Thank you, Paulina. Alli? What do you think? Tell me your honest opinion.
Rachel: I think it didn't --
Matt: Yes, the verdict's in. I now pronounce the tree ready to be decorated.
Ada: Shouldn't we wait for Jamie?
Rachel: Oh, I don't know when he is going to be back, Mom.
Matt: He took Steven over to Vicky's, didn't he?
Rachel: Yes, but he probably wants to visit with Marley.
Matt: Well, who knows when he is going to be back. I vote we start without the bum.
Ada: You don't get to vote. It's up to Rachel.
Rachel: I say we start without the bum.
Ada: So bad.
Rachel: Paulina, why don't you be in charge of the gold ropes over there?
Alli: Where's Daddy? [Crying]
Olivia: Hi, Sam, it's me. I guess you are over with Alli, so I'll just say that I am here in New York. I arrived safe and sound. I'm in my hotel room now.
[Knock at door]
Olivia: I'll try and reach you a little later, all right? I hope you're there. I really, really miss you. Bye. Who is it?
Man: Room service.
Olivia: I didn't order anything.
Man: Ho ho ho.
Olivia: Oh, Sam!
Sam: Ho ho ho.
Grant: Fa la la la la, little brother.
Grant: This is Christmas eve. What happened to merry Christmas?
Ryan: I am not in the mood for this, Grant.
Grant: Oh, I got it. You're expecting somebody else. Let me take a wild guess. Let's see, ah... Vicky Hudson.
Vicky: That hurts.
Jamie: Answer me. Where is Marley?
Vicky: She ran away, ok? She took off.
Vicky: Don't be angry with me. This was all Marley's idea.
Jamie: She ran away? No, Vicky, I don't buy it. When?
Vicky: The night before last.
Jamie: I was with her.
Vicky: Yes, you were. You -- you had your romantic dinner and then she split. I have been covering for her ever since.
Jamie: But this means --
Vicky: And now, Jamie, I need your help.
Jamie: You've been impersonating Marley in court?
Vicky: You catch on fast. What are you doing? Who are you calling?
Jamie: I'm calling Cass.
Vicky: Are you crazy? Think for a minute, Jamie. If you tell Cass, then he has no choice but to tell the Judge. If the Judge finds out that Marley skipped bail, he'll be sure that she is guilty. They will haul her back here and throw her in jail and the D.A. will get her convicted.
Jamie: Why did she do this?
Vicky: I don't know. I think she panicked. Jamie, you've got to help me.
Jamie: How long do you think you can keep this up?
Vicky: As -- as long as I possibly can. Jamie, this is the only hope we have.
Jamie: Why would Marley run away? She's innocent.
Vicky: You know, in a way this could be a blessing in disguise.
Vicky: I'm tougher than Marley. I'm not going to crack on the stand. I can handle anything that D.A. throws me.
Jamie: The D.A.? Marley is innocent.
Vicky: Do you think innocent people don't go to jail? I'm not going to let that happen to her.
Jamie: What you are doing is a major felony.
Vicky: Well, I gave up on minor felonies years ago.
Jamie: Vicky, this trial could take for weeks. You'll have to fool everyone.
Vicky: I know. I -- I understand that it's a long shot, but I figure if I stall them until we find her --
Jamie: Wait, wait, wait. Who is we?
Vicky: You and me. Jamie, I know you love her. And this will be so much easier with your help. Please, Jamie. Come on, I know you are crazy about her. That's ok. Just don't give her away, please.
Ryan: No, I am not expecting Vicky Hudson.
Grant: Well, boy, it's none too merry in here, I'll tell you.
Ryan: Well, Christmas kind of got away from me this year.
Grant: Except for your -- this little gift that you're wrapping up. Is that for you, or is that classified information?
Ryan: Classified. Like a beer?
Grant: Well, I would prefer a snifter of 100-year-old cognac, but since you've taken a vow of poverty, beer will be just fine. You know, Ryan, there is nothing like money. Too bad you've given it up so easily.
Ryan: What are you doing here, Grant?
Grant: What are you doing tomorrow?
Ryan: I'm on duty.
Grant: Oh, lucky you.
Ryan: You didn't get a call from Sharlene yet, huh?
Grant: You know what, I've got a great idea. This is Christmas eve, why don't we celebrate by going out on the town and finding someone new?
Grant: Why not?
Ryan: I've got things to do. Did you really mean that just now?
Grant: Yeah, absolutely. I mean we'll hit all the spots in town. We'll have a great --
Ryan: No, no, no, about finding someone new.
Grant: Yes, I did mean it. Why not?
Paulina: They're all so beautiful.
Rachel: Mac would buy us new ones each year.
Paulina: He must have been such a wonderful man.
Amanda: Daddy is going to be here tomorrow, ok? I promise. He is going to spend all Christmas day with you.
Amanda: Really. Cross my heart, I promise, ok? What do you say we go try to find a Santa Claus to put on that tree? Come on.
Paulina: Does this go in any special place, Matt?
Matt: Anywhere your heart desires -- except, wait one minute. Grandmother gets to place the first ornament --
Matt: Family tradition, you know?
Paulina: Yes, of course.
Matt: There you go, grandmother.
Ada: Thank you. My, my, such formality. Oop, you know, this doesn't change a bit. You'd think it'd show some wear and tear. Our thistle looks the same as when we got it.
Matt: Good workmanship.
Ada: Yeah, never fails. There we go.
Matt: Hey, all right. Ok, wait a minute. The youngest is next. Sorry, Paulina.
Amanda: Do we have one for her?
Matt: Well, let me grab one right here. Here we go.
Amanda: There we go. That's good. Here you go.
Matt: Look at that pretty bow.
Matt: Go ahead. There's a pretty little spot right there.
Amanda: How's that?
Matt: Ok. There we go.
Ada: Hurray for Alli. Who's next?
Rachel: The newest member of the family is next.
Matt: Hear, hear.
Paulina: Is that all right with you, Matthew?
Matt: Well, go ahead.
Rachel: There you go.
Matt: All right. Well, she's got it backwards, but it's ok.
Paulina: Stay there.
Rachel: Ok, everybody dig in now. Right?
Matt: Yeah, that's right. And every man for himself, come on. Grab all the ornaments you can.
Rachel: Ok, let's go.
Ken: Well, I wouldn't want to mess with Cory tradition here.
Rachel: We're a little codified, aren't we?
Ken: Well, tradition is nice. It's comforting.
Rachel: Well, the children keep me adhering to tradition, Matthew especially.
Paulina: I don't blame him.
Ada: Speaking of tradition, my man, haven't we forgotten something?
Matt: Forgotten something. [Mumbles] What?
Ada: The drill is that I make it, and you transport it from the kitchen.
Matt: But of course, the eggnog.
Ada: The eggnog. Gallons and gallons of eggnog.
Matt: Let's bring on the eggnog.
Amanda: I bet they have cookies, too. Come on.
Ken: They sure do make Christmas fun, don't they?
Paulina: They do, yes.
Ken: You're still angry with me. Come on, Paulina, 'tis the season. I only want what's best for you, you know.
Paulina: All right, just don't keep bringing up Jake and the trial, ok?
Ken: All right. It is interesting how they hold on to tradition, isn't it?
Paulina: You know, sometimes I wonder if I'll ever really fit in this family. They're just all so close.
Ken: I know the feeling.
Paulina: You're not trying to be a member of the family... are you?
Ken: Rachel's Christmas present. Think she'll like it?
Ken: So what do you think?
Paulina: About the ring, or your asking Rachel to marry you?
Paulina: Well, I think the ring is beautiful. But I didn't think you were the marrying kind.
Ken: Neither did I, until I met Rachel.
Paulina: Huh, interesting.
Ken: You don't approve?
Paulina: I didn't say that.
Ken: It's all over your face.
Paulina: It's risky, Ken, that's all.
Ken: Oh? Why?
Paulina: Rachel may have accepted me into this family, but she still has doubts.
Ken: How do you know?
Paulina: I know. And if you start pressuring her into marriage --
Paulina: She might think that you're after her money. She might think that's what we're both after.
Ken: In the first place, I'm not pressuring her.
Paulina: There's still a chance that Jake might come out of his coma, you know. What are you going to do then?
Ken: We have no control over that. The fact is I haven't had much control over a whole hell of a lot lately. And I want to change that. I want a life. I want a future with someone I love.
There's carolers out there.
Paulina: Let's go see.
Carolers: Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled joyful all ye nations rise join the triumph of the skies with angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem hark, the herald angels sing glory to the newborn king
Matt: Bravo. Just as I thought, the Mormon Tabernacle quartet, plus one guy here on the end.
Rachel: Would you like to come in and have some eggnog?
Matt: Great acoustics inside.
Ada: Also great cookies inside, folks.
Man: Oh, maybe on the way back.
Second Man: We've got seven more stops before we take a break.
Dean: Yeah, but --
Paulina: What are you doing with them, Dean?
Dean: Oh, I'm helping them keep the timing. They were a little off, you know.
Dean: No, they stopped by Frankie and Cass' and I just asked if I could go along.
Man: If any of you wants to join up, you're more than welcome.
Dean: Yeah. How about you, Matt? Paulina, we need -- we need an extra soprano, don't we? I mean, no offense.
Paulina: I -- I don't know.
Rachel: Why don't you go with them? It will be fun.
Dean: Yeah, come on.
Matt: The only reason why you guys want me to come along is that I know all 43 verses of King Wenceslas.
Matt: I'll be right back.
Dean: Paulina, what do you say? You want -- come on.
Paulina: I say yes. I'll get my coat.
Dean: Oh, good. Come on, come on, come on.
Matt: You guys, you know, you know the tune, don't you?
Dean: Which one?
Matt: Good King Wenceslas looked out come on
On the feast of Stephen
Dean: That was outstanding, Matt. That was really good.
Man: Merry Christmas, everybody.
Matt: Oh, well, thank you very much.
Man: Merry Christmas.
Matt: Come on, all together now.
When the snow lay round about
Man: Come on, you guys.
Dean: I know this song.
Matt: Come on.
Deep and crisp and even
Dean: That sound that you make, that's an outstand --
Ada: Amanda, why don't you go with them?
Rachel: Yes, sweetie, it will be fun for you.
Amanda: No, I'm not really in a mood.
Ada: Oh, come on. Us old folks will take care of Alli.
Amanda: No. Besides, I think that Alli should have at least one parent here on Christmas eve.
Sam: [In a fake voice] I'm telling you, I don't know who this Sam guy is you're talking about. [Chuckles]
Olivia: Actually, he is this wonderful man.
Sam: Oops. Oh, belly tends to slip a little bit at my age. [Chuckles]
Olivia: And it's amazing how much you remind me of him.
Sam: [Chuckles] Ooh, it's warm in here, too.
Olivia: Especially around the eyes and the nose.
Sam: Well, how about the belly? [Chuckles]
Olivia: Well, I'll tell you, his belly is just a little bit bigger.
Sam: [Chuckles] That's because he doesn't do sit-ups like I do. I'm a fitness fanatic, you know.
Olivia: Yes, I can tell.
Sam: I am also a fanatic about kissing and hugging and all expressions of affection.
Olivia: How's that?
Sam: I can't really feel it, to be honest with you.
Olivia: Oh, really? Well, how about we just make you feel it?
Sam: Get it off, get it off. Now, how about a hug?
And how about a kiss?
Olivia: Do you have any idea how happy I am to see you?
Sam: Were you really surprised it was me?
Olivia: I thought you would be with Alli.
Sam: Well, she was having dinner with the Corys. I thought I told you that. I get her tomorrow.
Olivia: So, you came all the way here just to be with me for one night?
Sam: Do you think I would really let you have Christmas eve in New York City alone?
Olivia: Well, I never dared hope that --
Sam: Why, why not?
Olivia: Because, I just thought it would be like all the other Christmases.
Sam: What do you mean? What are you talking about?
Olivia: Oh, well, oh, my father would always promise me that he would spend Christmas with me and that we'd open all our presents together and go sleigh riding and caroling and, you know, the whole courier on ice fantasy. And then he'd usually call at the last minute and say he was terribly busy at work, and he knew I would understand because I was mature, way beyond my years. And besides, he -- he knew that I knew that he loved me. So he didn't have to prove it to me just by being with me at Christmas.
Sam: Well, I can see I have my work cut out for me tonight, and that's what I'm going to do.
Olivia: What are you talking about?
Sam: I am talking about making you, Olivia, a believer. I'm going to prove to you that Christmas is magic.
Olivia: You've already taken the first step.
Sam: Good. Now, the next step is a tree. We must have a tree.
Olivia: In a hotel room? Come on!
Olivia: No, it's late.
Sam: Take your coat. I don't care. We are in New York City, it is Christmas eve, and we are going to get a tree now. Out the door.
Olivia: You're kidding.
Sam: Go, go, go.
Marley's voice: Dear Vicky, I have to leave town. I know how much this must hurt you, but I have no choice. I could never get through the trial without betraying you. I won't be able to lie. Please don't hate me for not being as strong as you are. I'm trying very hard to find some of that strength inside myself. I wish it came as easily for me as it seems to for you. Don't try to find me, it can only hurt us both. Give this check to Jamie. It should cover the money he put up for my bail. I love you, Vicky, and I carry you with me always. Love, Marley.
Vicky: Here's your check.
Jamie: Why didn't you tell me how frightened she was? Why didn't she come to me for help?
Vicky: Jamie, you know -- you know Marley; she wanted to spare all of us.
Jamie: And what's this stuff about betraying you?
Vicky: It's just some crazy notion she came up with. Are you going to help me find her? She is out there all alone.
Jamie: Tell me what you know.
Vicky: All right. Bridget found Marley's car in the parking lot at the airport.
Jamie: So we know she definitely left Bay City on a plane.
Vicky: Yes, these are the passenger lists of all the flights that she could have been on. But Bridget and I have gone over and over --
Jamie: And Marley's name is not on any of them, right?
Vicky: No, of course not. Marley's too smart for that. She would have used a different name.
Jamie: She had to be seen by someone at the airport.
Vicky: Well, I already thought of that, but I didn't think I could plaster her picture all over the terminal.
Jamie: How many flights could leave after 10:00 at night?
Vicky: What are you thinking?
Jamie: It may still be the late shift now. Maybe some of the same agents are on duty. We're going to the airport. We're going to see if somebody recognizes you -- Marley.
Vicky: For a doctor, you make one hell of a detective.
Jamie: Let's go.
Vicky: Bridget, I've got to go out for a while. Have fun with Steven. If my parents call, just stall them. Thank you for helping.
Jamie: We haven't found her yet.
Ada: Boy, Santa Claus is in for a treat this year. Did Jamie call?
Ada: What's with him? It's after 10:00. He doesn't come home on Christmas eve, he doesn't even call?
Rachel: Well, maybe he had to go to the hospital.
Ada: "Maybe he had to go to the hospital." Well, I got a ton of presents to wrap, and I'm going to wrap them.
Rachel: Alone at last. I love Christmas.
Ken: And the tree at Rockefeller Center should look so good.
Ken: Thank you for inviting me. You know, I haven't -- I haven't decorated a tree since, I don't know, since I was a kid.
Rachel: You sent me that tree at Christmas last year when I was in the hospital and I didn't even know who you were.
Ken: We've sure come a long way since then.
Rachel: It makes you wonder what's going to happen this next year.
Ken: I was going to do this later, but this may be the perfect time.
Rachel: You sound so serious.
Ken: I am. I want to give you something.
Vicky: Excuse me.
Man: How may I help you?
Vicky: Have you seen a woman who looks almost exactly like me?
Man: I beg your pardon?
Vicky: Two -- two nights ago, she would have left on a flight about this time, maybe a little later.
Man: And she looked almost exactly like you.
Vicky: Yes, have you seen anyone --
Jamie: Any luck?
Vicky: No, what about you?
Jamie: I found the night manager. He said that only three flights went out after 10:00 that night.
Jamie: One to Los Angeles, one to St. Louis, and one to New York.
Vicky: Not St. Louis, it's too close.
Jamie: What about L.A.? She used to live there.
Vicky: She didn't like it there. She had too many bad memories, not L.A.
Jamie: That leaves New York, which is the jump-off point for half the world. She could be anywhere, Vicky.
Vicky: Hey, you -- mister information, could you please give us some help?
Man: You talking to me?
Vicky: Yes, I am talking to you. A woman's life is on the line here.
Man: What is your problem?
Vicky: You are my problem. You and all the other jerks around here only care about themselves --
Man: What is going on here? Oh, Mrs. Samson.
Man: What are you doing back here?
Vicky: Well, you know --
Man: Did you decide against going on to Marquesa?
Vicky: Marquesa, yes, I did.
Man: Oh, with all those stories about tourists being robbed, I can't say that I blame you.
Jamie: Excuse me, but this 11:00 flight, does it connect to Marquesa through New York?
Man: Via San Juan. But my advice is to forget about it.
Jamie: I can't forget about it. I have urgent business there. Can you book me on that flight?
[Knock at door]
Marley: Who is it?
Man: It is the manager, senorita. I have your dinner.
Marley: Why did you bring it?
Man: I wanted to make certain the senorita was all right.
Marley: Oh, I'm fine. Thank you.
Man: I don't want your money, senorita. It would be an honor for me to take you out on the town tonight, show you a very fine time.
Marley: No, no, no.
Man: But it's wrong for a beautiful woman to be alone on Christmas eve.
Rachel: You can't.
Rachel: Well, you can't give me anything, not yet. I haven't even wrapped your present yet.
Ken: Oh, oh, no, you see, mine, I mean, what I want to give you, it's not exactly a Christmas present.
Ada: Ok, guys, who used up all my -- whoops.
Rachel: The wrapping paper and all the string and the ribbons and everything is in the sitting room, Mom.
Ada: "In the sitting room, Mom." Ok.
Ken: Let's see, where was I? Where were we? Question?
Ken: You probably ought to get that.
Rachel: No, it's all right, I'll just --
Ken: No, no, it's ok. What I have to say can wait.
Rachel: You sure?
Ken: Yeah, sure, it -- it could be important.
[Telephone continues ringing]
Rachel: Excuse me. Hello?
Jamie: Mom, hi. Look, I don't have long. Something's come up.
Rachel: What, Jamie?
Jamie: There is a hospital emergency. I have to fly to New York tonight.
Rachel: Tonight? It's Christmas eve.
Jamie: Mom, I know, it can't wait.
Rachel: Well, when are you coming back? Tomorrow?
Jamie: I don't know. It depends on how things go.
Woman over P.A.: Flight 14 to New York City now boarding.
Jamie: Mom, they're calling my flight. I'll be in touch. Give my love to everyone.
Woman over P.A.: Flight 14 to New York's La Guardia Airport now boarding at gate 7.
Marley: Thank you for your offer, señor, but I really need to be alone.
Man: No one wants to be alone tonight.
Marley: But I am feeling kind of nauseous.
Marley: It's my baby. I know most women only get sick in the morning, but I get sick all day long.
Man: I see. I had no idea.
Marley: It's coming.
Man: Oh! One more thing, senorita.
Man: Close the shutters. It may be a wild night. You have to take care for yourself and your child.
Marley: Thank you, I will.
Carolers: Giddy up jingle horse pick up your feet jingle around the clock mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' beat ho that's the jingle bell
Carolers: That's the jingle bell hey that's the jingle bell rock
Dean: Give yourself a round of applause.
Matt: I bet that is the first time carolers have been in this place.
Dean: Contraire, many, many dudes and dudettes have been in here singing. They just don't remember it the next day. You know what I mean?
Matt: I know what you mean.
Paulina: I'm going to take a break.
Dean: Yeah, I am a little burnt on the old carol singing myself. What do you say we play some year-round music before we go spreading any more Christmas cheer?
Matt: That's a good idea. It'll be like a little refresher. Then we can get into another rousing chorus of Wenceslas.
Dean: Oh, right. You know, I'm glad I didn't trash this thing completely. Oh, my favorite song --. Hey, you want to dance?
Matt: Well, I'd really like to, but you're not my type, sorry.
Dean: Oh, right, of course. Where's Paulina?
Dean: Um, oh, well. Can't be with the one you love. You know what they say? Dean and
Matt: Love the one you're with.
Dean: Yeah! Dean and
Matt: Love the one you're with.
Dean: Hey, what's your name, sweetheart?
Paulina: Merry Christmas eve, Grant.
Grant: Hey, Paulina, how are you?
Paulina: Do you dance?
Grant: Uh-uh, no, no, no, not, not that kind of dance.
Paulina: How do you know until you try?
Ryan: Who is it?
Ryan: Why didn't you answer when I called?
Vicky: Well, I was going to say "ho ho ho," but that sounded too cliché. And I was trying to come up with something more clever, but I couldn't so I just didn't say anything. And I could have said, hey, it's -- it's Vicky, but that would have been too easy, right? Right.
Ryan: Nothing, it's just --
Ryan: What are you doing here?
Vicky: Well, I heard you were asking for me.
Ryan: I was, but then I gave up.
Vicky: So soon? Shame on you. Here.
Ryan: What is all this? Well, Santa. You know, you know that guy Santa?
Vicky: Well, he was a little busy tonight so I said I would make some stops for him. You were first on my list.
Sam: I don't get it. I do not get it with you.
Olivia: What is it exactly that we're trying to do with all of this stuff?
Sam: How do you come to New York City and not go and see the tree at Rockefeller Center? Explain that to me.
Olivia: I had only been here a couple of minutes.
Sam: So what? This is New York and one does not come here without seeing that tree. Or the windows on Fifth Avenue or the trees on Park Avenue. Come on, now.
Olivia: I will never, ever do it again, I promise.
Sam: I will not let you do it again, do you hear me? You've seen the tree before, though, haven't you?
Olivia: No, I have never seen anything until tonight.
Sam: Do not distract me. We have work to do.
Olivia: Come on.
Sam: Now, what are we going to do here? Get me the materials there.
Sam: You stand there, you hand them to me and I will create.
Olivia: All right.
Sam: Here we are.
Sam: Good. Ok. Now, I am the artist so I want you to watch very carefully how I do this because you probably have not seen anyone who is able to, with a little patience, and a whole lot of talent, make something so magnificent.
Don't be insulted by this, ok?
Sam: No, no, no, say it. Say what you want. I can take it.
Olivia: Something's missing.
Sam: Something is missing. Ok, something missing. A star, we forgot a star. You were supposed to get the star. You didn't get the star.
Olivia: Oh, ho, ho. Well, just hang on a second. It's my turn now to be creative.
Sam: Oh, this I cannot wait to see.
Olivia: Oh, well, you just might be amazed, Mr. Fowler.
Olivia: You better watch carefully. Hey, you watching?
Sam: Watching -- all right, riveted, I am riveted.
Olivia: Now... that is a tree.
Sam: Ah, yes. Mm-hmm, we make a damn good team.
Olivia: I think it's the most beautiful tree I've ever had.
Sam: There is one thing missing, though.
Sam: A present to put underneath.
Olivia: Oh, no, no. This is not fair. My present for you is back in Bay City.
Sam: I don't need a present, you hear me?
Olivia: I love you so much.
Sam: I can't tell you that, not yet.
Olivia: I know, I just -- it's ok.
Sam: Not until I'm absolutely sure I mean it, with all my heart.
Olivia: I can wait.
Matt: This was really fun, wasn't it?
Man: It was, Matt. It was really terrific.
Matt: Yeah. Uh, it's getting late. You know, I really have to be getting home.
Man: Oh, yeah, me -- you know, me, too. Do you mind giving me a ride home?
Matt: No, that's -- sure, no problem.
Man: Great, ok. I'm going to say good-bye to the rest then, ok?
Matt: Ok. I'll wait for you here.
Man: Ok, you do that.
Man: All right.
Dean: Hey, hey, all right.
Matt: What do you mean, all right?
Dean: I mean all right. She's a female, and a quite attractive female, I might add, eh?
Matt: Yeah. I mean, she is bright. Good-looking, good background.
Matt: My mother would love her.
Dean: So? What's wrong with that, hmm?
Matt: I'm just sick of doing everything -- I'm -- I'm real sick of doing everything right.
Dean: Well, if you want to screw up, you know I'm your man, you know that. I can help you. [Chuckles]
Matt: I envy you, you know.
Dean: Stop, Matt. Come on, man.
Matt: I do. Listen, you know what you want. What you want, not what someone else has told you you want.
Matt: You know, it just hasn't happened for you. You haven't found your niche, that's all. You will. You will.
Matt: Hey, listen, can I listen to some more of your tapes, your songs?
Dean: Sure, I mean, well, for specific reasons?
Matt: I'm interested.
Dean: Oh, yeah, we can do that sometime, sure.
Man: Well, Matt, I'm ready whenever you are.
Matt: Yeah, ok, here we go.
Dean: I should be cutting out, too. I got to try to stick to my curfew. Stay on his good side -- Cass, you know.
Dean: Yeah, where's Paulina? Oh, I got to talk to her. I'll see you later. Bye-bye. Hey, hey, hey. Paulina? Hi, how's it going? I was just wondering, are you ready?
Paulina: I'll let you know when I'm ready, Dean.
Dean: Oh, yeah, right. I'm sorry to bother you guys.
Grant: I would say that Dean has a thing for you.
Grant: How about you? Are you interested?
Paulina: Dean is cute, but he is young.
Man: Ok, everybody, time to get home, open those presents, I'm closing up.
Grant: Bartender? Here, you want to take this? The lady and I are going to stay for a while, all right?
Man: All right.
Grant: Thank you.
Man: No problem, I'll be in the back.
[Music starts playing]
Grant: Now, this is my kind of music.
Vicky: What, are you saving the paper? Rip! Rip the thing!
Ryan: Ok. Ok, what is -- you're getting in my --
Ryan: What is -- what is this?
Vicky: The chipmunks. You know -- [Imitating a chipmunk]
Christmas, Christmas time is here time for, time for -- it's fun.
Ryan: Yeah, I'm -- yeah, I'm sure it is.
Vicky: Gosh, I thought you would get more of a kick out of it. All right, all right, I'll take that. I happen to find it uplifting.
Vicky: All right. Next. Now, hurry with this one. All right.
Vicky: Yes, ok.
Ryan: Wow! Oh!
Vicky: Now, wait a minute, the thing about this shirt -- Vicky and
Vicky: Where else can you wear it but in Bay City, right? I mean, if you wore it any place else, would it be gauche or what?
Ryan: Oh, tres, tres gauche.
Vicky: It's perfect.
Ryan: Now, is this a -- is this a message that I should stay around?
Vicky: Hmm, figure it out. Next! Ok. Go for it. Lua lua
Ryan: It's a hula doll!
Vicky: Yes, baby.
Ryan: Oh, I have always wanted one of these.
Vicky: All right, check out the skirt. Woo-hoo! All right. Great or what?
Ryan: I had, you know, I was, this is great, because actually I was thinking of making a collection.
Vicky: A collection of those.
Ryan: Of hula dolls.
Vicky: All right.
Ryan: Oh, it's one of those wind-up little thingies.
Vicky: Yes, yes. Now, now, check this out. This guy rides better than I do, ok? Cute or what? There he goes.
Ryan: Whoa! Vicky over the side.
Vicky: Oh, Vicky's going, cute, cute.
Ryan: Oh, yeah, real cute.
Vicky: Now, how long has it been since you've gotten toys for Christmas?
Ryan: Oh, a real long time. Where did you get all -- where did you get all this stuff, at an airport gift shop or something?
Vicky: Of course. Where else would I shop for you?
Ryan: I mean, you have to admit that it is kind of a strange assortment of gifts. Yeehaw!
Vicky: Oh, yeah, complain, complain. I haven't gotten one little thing from you. Do you hear me whining?
Ryan: Actually, I did get you something.
Vicky: You did not?
Ryan: Yes, I did.
Vicky: Better than my wind-up horsey?
Ryan: Oh, well, here.
[Toy horse making noises]
Vicky: Kill the thing.
Vicky: I'm just surprised you got me a present and the wrapping is -- is so beautiful.
Ryan: All right, I just -- I wasn't going to give it to you. Actually, I was -- I was going to return it because you're hardly deserving, but I thought, what the heck, what with Christmas and everything.
Vicky: Can I open it?
Vicky: A box. Oh, God, it's perfect.
I thought you were going to teach me how to use this thing.
Ryan: Well, I was, if you're good.
Vicky: Oh, define good. Not yet. First, I want you to tell me what you and Marley said about me. I want to hear every single word.
Grant: Maybe we should get out of here.
Paulina: Before we get thrown out.
Grant: Will you go home with me?
Paulina: Grant, I --
Grant: I got a great vintage bottle of champagne on ice. I was hoping to have someone to share it with.
Paulina: Why not? It's Christmas. I'd love to.
Grant: Good girl.
Sam: It's very late, isn't it?
Olivia: Actually, I think it's very early.
Sam: And it's Christmas.
Olivia: Best one I've ever had.
Sam: Yeah, well, you, my dear, ain't seen nothing yet.
Olivia: You know, you really made a believer out of me.
Sam: Oh, yeah, believer, then why don't you open your Christmas present, huh?
Olivia: Boy, I really wish I had your present here.
Sam: You know, thinking about it, darn it, I do, too. Open it.
Olivia: All right.
Oh, Sam. It's -- it's beautiful, Sam.
Sam: I want you to wear that until I can tell you I love you. And then, I'll buy you something else.
Olivia: I don't need anything else.
Sam: Merry Christmas, Olivia.
Olivia: Merry Christmas.
Rachel: Alli really knows what's going on this year.
Amanda: She's so cute. She's actually looked up the chimney five times just to make sure there's nothing to stop Santa Claus.
Ada: She takes after me, you know.
Matt: Oh, I have jingled my last bell. I have decked my last hall. I'm going to bed. Good night.
Ada: Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it. Don't forget about Santa Claus' cookies. And make it look real this time. Leave a few crumbs, ok?
Matt: Joyeux noel.
Ada: Whatever that means.
Ken: And bonne nuit for me, too.
Rachel: Oh, tout suite.
Ken: Oui, oui, it's very late. I'll be back for Christmas dinner.
Rachel: Well, what about that present you were so eager to give me?
Ken: That will wait... until later.
Rachel: You sure?
Ken: Yeah. Merry Christmas.
Rachel: Merry Christmas.
Ken: Merry Christmas.
Ada: Merry Christmas, Ken.
Matt: Merry Christmas.
Ryan: Now, what makes you think that Marley and I talked about you at all?
Vicky: Talk, Harrison!
Ryan: You know, I would feel like I was in a slightly dangerous position --
Ryan: If it wasn't for one simple fact.
Ryan: That you are in a really dangerous position.
Vicky: I am?
Vicky: What mistle -- [Muffled] What mistletoe?
Ryan: It's a shame.
Vicky: What is?
Ryan: The fact that I have to go on duty in half an hour.
Vicky: Oh, that is too bad. I guess I'll have to take a rain check on my riding --
Ryan: Oh, you better.
Vicky: See you.
Ryan: I wanted to tell you.
Ryan: I missed you. Thanks for dropping by.
Vicky: One of my better ideas.
Ryan: Merry Christmas.
Vicky: Ho ho ho.
Woman over P.A.: Ladies and gentlemen, Flight 14 to New York City is now boarding at Gate 7. We apologize for the delay, and we wish everyone a happy holiday.
Marley: Merry Christmas.
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