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Another World Transcript Thursday 11/23/06
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Paulina: Then I insist on making a final toast.
Grant: Oh, I thought you already did.
Paulina: No, that was just a toast to our coming back here. Besides, I think you made one after that.
Grant: I did?
Paulina: Mm-hmm. Something about Mother Russia, Sturgeon, and the first person who ever ate caviar.
Grant: [Laughs] Oh, wait. How could I have forgotten that? Yes, you're right. I stand corrected. Proceed.
Paulina: All right. Well, this is just a simple one. To the unexpected, especially on Christmas eve.
It was a wonderful night.
Grant: Yeah, I think so, too.
Paulina: So nice not having to be so careful.
Paulina: Mm-hmm. I've been trying to fit into the perfect Cory Christmas.
Grant: And have you?
Paulina: I don't know. It's too soon to tell. But I haven't been thinking about that -- that or anything else. I haven't even been thinking about the trial.
Grant: Well you see now, this is probably just exactly the very thing that you needed. Don't you think?
Paulina: Mm-hmm. What about you?
Grant: You really surprise me. Have I told you about how much I love surprises?
[Church bell ringing]
Priest: Why do you cry?
Marley: I've hurt someone. I don't know if I can be forgiven.
Priest: You mustn't say that. This is a time of hope.
Marley: Mm-mm. Not for me.
Priest: You are far away from the people you love?
Marley: Yes. I don't think I'm going to see them again.
Priest: If you have faith, maybe I can help.
[Church bell ringing]
Paulina: How many bells did you hear?
Grant: I wasn't listening.
Paulina: Oh, my God, it's morning. I've got to get out of here.
Grant: What? What's going on?
Paulina: It isn't Christmas eve anymore. It's Christmas morning. I've got to get home.
Grant: You'd like to get back over to the Cory perfect Christmas?
Paulina: Yes, I can't miss a second of it.
Grant: You really take this family stuff seriously, don't you?
Paulina: I do. Never mind me; they do.
Grant: Look, it's only 6:00 in the morning. I mean, you have time to have a little breakfast and --
Paulina: No, no, no. Ada gets up at the crack of dawn to make Christmas coffee cake. Besides, I couldn't eat another thing.
Grant: Ok, fine, fine. We'll just have a little cup of coffee. How about that?
Paulina: Grant, I can't stay.
Grant: Hmm, are you sure? Come on.
Paulina: You don't understand. I'm talking about the perfect Christmas morning. People sitting around the tree in their plaid bathrobes listening to Christmas carols -- the whole bit.
Paulina: So, I've been waiting my entire life for a morning like this. I don't want to blow it.
Grant: What? Blow what? How?
Paulina: I just want to start the day off on the right foot, ok? I don't want to make any more mistakes.
Grant: Oh, such as?
Paulina: Oh, well, gifts, presents for one thing. I was going crazy buying everyone hugely expensive Christmas presents.
Grant: But what's wrong with that?
Paulina: Well, I didn't think anything was wrong with it. Then, Amanda comes around and tells me that I'm going overboard. The Corys don't do that.
Grant: What, you mean spend money?
Paulina: Spend too much money. So, I put everything back and started over again.
Grant: You did not?
Paulina: I did. I hope they like what I got them.
Grant: You really are nervous about this, aren't you?
Paulina: Grant, I want them to like me.
Grant: Yeah, but from what I can see, you're like a breath of fresh air in that house. All you have to do is just be yourself. Just like you are with me. I mean, I -- I certainly don't have any complaints.
Paulina: You don't?
Grant: No. As a matter of fact, I was thinking maybe we could do it all over again tonight.
Paulina: Oh, I would love that. But I don't know what they have planned for tonight.
Grant: Well, listen, I'm going to be here all day. So, why don't you just give me a call?
Paulina: By yourself?
Grant: Hey, now look, don't start feeling sorry for me. Because, believe me, I've been alone many, many times before.
Paulina: But on Christmas, Grant?
Grant: Now, look, you go home and get into your little plaid robe, so you can be very inconspicuous when you hand out all those very sensible little gifts to everybody, ok?
Paulina: You think all this is very stupid, don't you?
Grant: I don't think it's stupid at all. I think it's wonderful that anybody could be that excited about Christmas morning.
Paulina: Thank you.
Grant: Ok, now relax. You're going to have a wonderful Christmas.
Paulina: It's off to a good start. I'll see you later.
Grant: Enjoy the Yorkshire pudding.
Paulina: Yorkshire pudding? Is that traditional?
Paulina: Hope it doesn't have custard. I hate custard.
Grant: No, it doesn't have custard. It has -- oh well, never mind. You're going to love it. You -- you're going to like it.
Paulina: Even if I hate it, I'll love it.
Grant: I'll see you later.
Frankie: You first.
Cass: Perfect way to start.
Cass: I'll go put it on.
Frankie: Good. Where's mine?
Cass: Open up that one right there.
Cass: The big one.
Frankie: Ok. It's a clock. It -- it's great. I've been -- I've been wanting some of your time and --
Cass: Well, there you go.
Frankie: Yeah, it's wonderful. Wow, it's got a cuckoo. It's not exactly what I had in mind, but --
Cass: I know, but it's about as close as I'm going to be able to get until after the trial.
Frankie: Hey, we were not going to talk about that today, remember?
Cass: We're not going to talk about what?
Frankie: That's better. Ok --
Cass: Open this one right --
Frankie: No, no, no, no, I -- nope. You first.
I am so excited about this one. I almost gave it to you last week. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
Cass: Do you want to open it for me?
Frankie: Go ahead.
Cass: It's a photograph of a -- a pick-up truck.
Frankie: Don't you love it?
Cass: Oh, yeah.
Frankie: Cass, look at it closely.
Cass: Wait a minute. This looks like our contractor's pick-up truck.
Frankie: Yes, and where is it parked?
Cass: Right out in front of the...Coronet Motel. Does he know you have this?
Frankie: What kind of a P.I. do you think I am?
Cass: Better question, does his wife know you have this?
Frankie: So far, this is for your eyes only.
Cass: I know exactly where I'm going to hang this sucker.
Frankie: Right behind the desk where you and Anthony talk money. [Laughs]
Cass: I love you.
Frankie: Ok, here we go.
Cass: Here, hold the bottom.
Frankie: Yeah, you're going to need them where we're going.
Cass: Where's that?
Frankie: Open that, and you'll find out.
Cass: Oh, Frankie, these are airline tickets.
Cass: To Italy?
Frankie: Yeah, I figured we'd start in Rome and we'll drink Chianti and espresso. And we'll toss coins in fountains, and everywhere we look there'll be ruins and great art. And then we'll go to Pompeii and Venezia.
Cass: Sounds like just what we need.
Frankie: I can't wait. I've never been there. Have you?
Cass: Well, actually I have.
Frankie: You have? When? You went with Kathleen, right?
Cass: Yeah -- for our honeymoon.
Frankie: You know what? Ah, Italian food has never agreed with me. So why don't I take this back --
Cass: Stop it. Frankie, it's a wonderful idea. And so are you. Open this.
Frankie: I'm a wonderful idea?
Cass: You're a wonderful idea.
Frankie: Oh, Cass. They're beautiful. They're diamonds. Oh, they're diamonds.
Cass: I know you're into crystals, but --
Frankie: Oh, but diamonds are forever. Oh, Cass. Thank you.
Cass: Do you know how happy you make me?
Frankie: Mm, it's Christmas. And we're finally together. And they said there was no such thing as miracles, huh?
Cass: Fools. Merry Christmas, Frankie.
Frankie: Merry Christmas, angel.
You know what? Maybe we should go upstairs because if Dean comes down --
Cass: Before noon?
Cass and Frankie: Nah.
Dean: Yo, what's happening? Merry Christmas.
Josie: So, have -- have you heard from Mama?
John: No, no. She's called a few times, but we just haven't connected.
Josie: I'm sorry. I know you've been waiting a long time to hear from her.
John: She's going to call today.
Josie: She is?
John: I know that sounds rather optimistic coming from an old cynic like me. But I know she will. I really feel it.
Josie: Mom wouldn't let Christmas go by without calling.
John: I know. So, does this look the way it's supposed to look?
Josie: Well, it will as soon as one of us gets some butter and spices all over it.
John: Well, alright then. Let me get you a little spices here, and you be my guest.
Josie: Ok, I'm becoming a real pro at this, boy. You know Mama used to always go way out at Christmas. Even when it was just the two of us.
John: It always means a lot, doesn't it?
Josie: Yeah, more than I can say. Ok, little -- little garlic, and we're all set.
John: All right. Synchronize our watches. Ready and mark. Ok.
John: Grab the bird.
Josie: Yes, sir.
John: This should be done in a few hours. That means we'll have plenty of time to figure out how to do everything else.
John: Watch it -- watch it. It's hot.
Josie: Oh. It's kind of like the blind leading the blind, isn't it?
Josie: If Mama could see us now, I think she'd get a big kick out of it.
John: I think she would, too.
Josie: Ha ha ha.
Taylor: Merry Christmas.
John: Well, same to you.
Josie: Dr. Benson.
Taylor: Josie, I didn't know you were going to be here today.
Josie: Well, we're even. That makes two of us. I didn't think you'd be here either.
Taylor: Would you please call me Taylor?
Taylor: Where should I put this?
John: What is that?
Taylor: Just some homemade goodies.
John: Taylor, where did you ever find the time to get all this together, with the schedule you've been keeping?
Josie: She bought it.
Taylor: Well, I didn't say they were made in my home. I went one better. I bought them at the specialty shop on Spring Street.
John: Well, thank you.
Josie: Well, I'll take it then.
Taylor: Ok, thanks.
John: Let me take your coat.
Taylor: Oh, thank you.
John: Taylor is an excellent cook. She promised to help us with dinner.
Josie: We haven't even had breakfast yet.
John: Want a cup of coffee?
Taylor: Oh, I'd love some. Thank you.
Josie: Oh, I'll get it.
Taylor: That's all right. I know where everything is. Thanks.
Josie: Oh, that's, um, it's probably Mama.
John: Hello. Ah, merry Christmas to you, too, Donna.
Man on intercom: Ah, we're having aengi folks. The mechanic has to look us over before we head out. But not to worry. I'll have you in Bay City before you can say merry Christmas.
Jamie: Pardon me, por favor. Have you seen this --
Excuse me, this lady is an American. Have you seen her?
Mr. Butro, I've been looking for you.
Mr. Butro: I told you before, I cannot help you.
Jamie: Please -- I've been looking all over. I'm sure your hotel is the only place this lady could be staying. Maybe someone else gave her a room.
Mr. Butro: Only I do that.
Jamie: Maybe this will help you remember.
Mr. Butro: Use your American dollars to buy an airplane ticket.
Jamie: I just got here.
Mr. Butro: There's a plane leaving in an hour. Good-bye.
Frankie: These flapjacks are great.
Cass: Where'd you learn to cook?
Dean: Oh, I -- I got pretty good with the griddle. Dad used to cook, if he had a good night.
Dean: Yeah, what else?
Frankie: Did you guys ever do anything special for Christmas?
Dean: Yeah, sometimes -- sometimes we did. You know, if he was winning.
Frankie: Yeah, anything you wanted from room service, right?
Dean: Uh-uh. We used to toss that hot plate. We'd pig out. Sometimes, we'd drive to the movies. Then, we -- we'd maybe drive to Reno, you know.
Frankie: Fa la la la la.
Dean: It was fine, I had a good time. It was fun.
Frankie: Yeah. At least in my Mama's house you got a Christmas stocking.
Dean: Well, I always had one of those. That was a must. Except with Dad, see, sometimes it would be made out of silk. That was the difference.
Cass: Got you.
Dean: Well, I don't want to talk about me anymore.
Dean: I'm gonna get you guys your presents.
Cass: You mean there's more?
Frankie: Woo, something else.
Dean: Oh yeah. Not a lot more. It's just that -- I didn't have much money or anything, so --
Frankie: Oh, I get the little one.
Dean: Well, little box -- you know what they say.
Dean: You know, that expression. Whatever.
Frankie: Whatever. Dean, this is great. Did you make this?
Dean: Do you like it? Yeah. I know you kind of go for whacky things.
Frankie: Oh, I love it. Thank you very much. Oh, it's great.
Cass: I must say, even I like that. Yeah, that could come in very handy.
Frankie: Yeah. Come on, your turn.
Dean: Get this stuff out of the way.
Frankie: Come on. Oh, that's great.
Dean: I thought, you know -- what do you think?
Cass: I don't know what to say.
Frankie: Put it on. Come on. Ooh, wow.
Cass: Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Frankie: Yes, oh, he's great.
Dean: It's very loose, you know. You're feeling kind of free. I've been trying to show you that -- no, I --
Dean: I owe you guys for the jukebox. I hope you didn't get me anything.
Cass: That is a separate issue. This is Christmas.
Frankie: Ok, here you go.
Dean: Oh, you guys. I don't believe you guys.
Frankie: You like it?
Dean: Like it? I love it. I -- God, I love it.
Dean: I -- I know that -- that I crashed you guys' honeymoon, you know.
Cass: Don't remind me.
Dean: But it's very cool that you let me stay here. Especially since I'm probably screwing up your first Christmas together and everything.
Frankie: Dean, we're glad you're here. Aren't we, Cass?
Cass: Merry Christmas, Dean.
Amanda: Come on, let me see what we can find for you, ok?
Rachel: Oh, my goodness. What's happened?
Rachel: You little rascal.
Ada: Alli, it's in the genes. You used to do that, too, when you were her age.
Rachel: Not me, that was Nancy.
Ada: It wasn't Nancy, it was you. It was embarrassing. You'd tear open every package.
Rachel: Well, I guess great minds think alike. Let's find her something she's supposed to open.
Ada: Fair enough. I'm going to go check on the coffee cake. Is Paulina down yet?
Amanda: No. I'll be in to help you in a minute. I just want to wrap these things back up again.
Rachel: No, no, no. I'll do that. You find her something to open. That shouldn't be too awfully hard.
Amanda: No, it certainly shouldn't. How about this? Yes.
Rachel: I'll re-wrap the stuff if I can find the tape. The tape's in the study. I'll be right back.
Amanda: This has a card on it "to Alli." That's for you. This is yours.
Paulina: Oh, Amanda.
Amanda: Good morning.
Paulina: I was just out for a walk.
Amanda: Dressed like that, carrying your shoes.
Ada: Amanda, come on. I need help, honey.
Paulina: I don't want her to see me.
Amanda: Ok, I'll be right there.
Paulina: Help me.
Amanda: It's ok, go now.
Paulina: Thank you.
Amanda: Come on, let's go see what grandma's got in the kitchen. What do you think? Huh? You should get some breakfast before I let you open it anyway.
Ada: All ready. Where's Matt? He's always down first. He smells the coffee cake.
Matt: Ahh, here I am.
Ada: There he is.
Matt: Merry Christmas!
Ada: Merry Christmas.
Matt: Looks like Santa came. Someone was into the presents already?
Amanda: Ah, yes. That's Alli. She's off having breakfast now in the kitchen with Hilda. If we hadn't caught her, it could have been a lot worse.
Ada: Have you heard from Jamie yet?
Rachel: Oh yes, he called from New York last night. He said not to expect him.
Amanda: New York? What's he doing?
Rachel: Something important. I told him that we'd understand.
Amanda: Well, I hope Steven does.
Rachel: Steven will be fine. He's over at the Hudsons.
Amanda: I'll get that.
Hi, merry Christmas.
Ken: Merry Christmas.
Amanda: You're just in time.
Ken: Thanks. A little something for Alli.
Amanda: Oh, great.
Matt: Ken, welcome. Merry Christmas.
Ken: Merry Christmas. Thank you.
Ken: Hi, merry Christmas.
Ada: Well, everybody is accounted for except Paulina.
Rachel: Oh yes, she was out caroling late.
Amanda: Oh, that's what they're calling it now, hmm?
Paulina: Good morning.
Ada: Ah, here she is.
Rachel: Merry Christmas.
Paulina: Merry Christmas, everyone.
Michael: Ho, ho, ho.
John: Hey, come on in.
Michael: Something smells really good.
Donna: You must have been up since dawn.
John: Well, I was.
Josie: Merry Christmas.
Michael: How are you?
Michael: How's Los Angeles?
Josie: Oh, it's great.
Donna: Hello, merry Christmas.
Michael: Here, you want to take this?
Josie: Oh, sure.
Donna: Oh, you should have let me bring our maid.
John: I'm sure that Angela must appreciate having the day off.
Michael: Actually, Donna, out here at the farm we all pitch in. That's the way things get done.
Josie: That's what Mama always -- always says. Excuse me.
John: Well, Mike, we're almost all ready to go here. Do you want to carve, or shall I?
Michael: I'll be glad to, sure.
John: All right. Help yourself.
Donna: Where is my darling Steven? I have the most wonderful gifts for him.
John: Actually, Vicky called. And she said that she and Marley had been up all night with Steven. He must have a little stomach flu or something like that.
Donna: Oh, no. That's awful.
Michael: Why don't you give them a call?
John: Oh, no, no. Please, let them rest. Marley was still sleeping. She must be wiped out from the trial.
Michael: You know I got to say I'm really worried about Marley.
Donna: Oh, so am I. I've never seen her look so pale.
Michael: I'm afraid she's not going to be able to make it through the trial without collapsing again.
John: Well, she told me that she had a check-up. Must be all the pressure.
Donna: Well, of course it is. Poor darling.
John: Well, Cass and Frankie are coming over later, Mike. You might want to talk to Cass about it.
Michael: Oh, I will talk to Cass about it -- Christmas or not.
Michael: That would be great.
John: Have a seat here.
Donna: How is Jake? I mean, since the surgery.
John: Well, nobody is really very optimistic. He barely made it through the surgery.
Taylor: It's not a good sign when anybody has been comatose for that long.
Donna: You mean he could still die?
John: Well, I wouldn't go that far.
Michael: I certainly hope he doesn't -- for Marley's sake.
John: Not a very merry Christmas, is it?
Josie: Oh, it's not that.
John: She'll call, Josie. I know she will.
Woman: Do you mind if I sit here?
Sharlene: No, of course not.
Woman: When is the baby due?
Woman: Really? That's when my birthday is.
Man on intercom: We're all set, folks. We'll have you in downtown Bay City before you know it.
Paulina: The music was beautiful.
Ken: Yeah, not a bad sermon.
Matt: Nice and short.
Ada: What happened to Iris? I thought we were going to see her at church.
Amanda: Oh, she'll be along later. Don't worry.
Ada: Who's worried?
Rachel: I'm going to leave my scarf on. I like it so much.
Paulina: I'm so glad you like it, Rachel.
Ada: Well, I'm off to make the Christmas cocoa.
Rachel: Mom, Mom, slow up. Relax. We've got people downstairs to help you and everything.
Ada: You slow up. I'm fine.
Matt: How about we go out and test my snowball maker? This thing is great. Where did you get this?
Amanda: Paulina, where do you find these toys for him?
Matt: Come on, let's all go out and throw a few, ok?
Amanda: No, not me. I have to put Alli down for a nap. [Clears throat] Wouldn't be a bad idea for you either.
Paulina: Oh no, I'm fine. Want me to take her upstairs?
Amanda: No, I'll take her up, actually. I -- I want to put away my new earrings, which you got me. They're perfect. Everything you got us was just terrific.
Paulina: Because I wanted it to be.
Rachel: Did you have fun last night?
Paulina: Oh yes, we had a great time.
Paulina: We really did.
Hilda: Mrs. Cory, Sandy called while you were in church.
Rachel: Oh, that's right. I've got to call Sandy and Blaine. Did you have fun last night?
Hilda: Yes, I did, thank you.
Rachel: Oh, good.
Matt: Out caroling all night?
Paulina: Well, not all night.
Matt: Didn't think so.
Amanda: Oh, Hilda, did Sam call while we were at church?
Hilda: Not since I've been here.
Amanda: Ok, thanks. I was just asking for Alli.
Ken: Where is Alli? I didn't give her her present.
Amanda: She's upstairs sleeping.
Matt: Well, good.
Ken: I'll put it under the tree.
Matt: Put it under the tree there. You have no excuse.
Matt: [French accent] You must accept the challenge to some eight ball.
Amanda: [French accent] Challenge? [Normal voice] What's with you and this pool table lately?
Matt: Come on. You know, it'll take your mind off things.
Amanda: Ok, put these down. Let's go.
Matt: Hey, that's my snowballer.
Paulina: Amanda gave me this framed picture of Mac.
Ken: Yeah, I know. I was here, remember? Things are really working out for you, aren't they?
Paulina: They are. Did you give Rachel the ring?
Ken: No, not yet.
Paulina: Why not?
Ken: Well, I was going to, but it's not easy.
Ada: Anyone for Christmas cocoa?
Paulina: Is it traditional?
Paulina: Then I'll have some.
Rachel: Sandy and Blaine send their love.
Ken: Any word from Jamie?
Rachel: No, not yet. We're still waiting.
Ada: We're waiting for Iris, too, unless she decides to miss dinner.
Rachel: Thanks, Mom.
Ken: Thank you.
Ada: Here you go, honey.
Ada: You look happy.
Rachel: Well, I am.
Paulina: Thank you.
Ken: 'Tis the season.
Ada: And a lot different from last Christmas.
Rachel: I'll say.
Paulina: Best Christmas I've ever had.
Rachel: Oh, that's probably Iris. Excuse me.
Ken: Sure. Great hot chocolate.
Ada: Good, have some cookies. Hilda made them.
Ken: Thank you.
Rachel: Iris, merry Christmas.
Iris: Merry Christmas. I hope you don't mind. I invited a friend to join us for dinner.
Rachel: Congressman Harrison.
Grant: Call me -- call me Grant please.
Rachel: Oh, well, I'm Rachel.
Grant: Thank you.
Rachel: Let me take your coat. What a pleasure.
Iris: We couldn't possibly have an important congressman dining alone at Christmas, could we?
Rachel: No, not at all.
Grant: I'm glad you felt that way.
Rachel: Well, we're delighted to have you. Why don't you go in? And Iris you can make all of the introductions, can't you? I've just got to go downstairs.
Iris: Why, yes, of course. I certainly can.
Rachel: Here I'll take these. I'll take these.
Iris: All right, wonderful. Thank you. Merry Christmas, everyone.
Ada: Merry Christmas, Iris.
Iris: I don't think you've met Congressman Harrison.
Grant: How are you?
Iris: Ken Jordan.
Grant: Nice to meet you.
Ada: Happy to see you.
Grant: Nice to meet you.
Ken: And this is Paulina Cory.
Grant: How are you?
It was wonderful, wasn't it? Rachel, that was a wonderful dinner. I've never had better Yorkshire pudding.
Paulina: Me neither.
Iris: I think I'll go check and see if Alli is still asleep.
Amanda: She'll probably be asleep for quite a while. She's exhausted from today.
Matt: How about a walk anybody?
Ada: That or a nap.
Hilda: Mrs. Hobson?
Hilda: Nancy's on the phone.
Ada: Oh, thanks, Hilda. I'll take it in the library, ok?
Matt: I'll go with you. I want to thank her for that CD.
Ada: Well, hurry up, come on.
Rachel: Tell her I'll call her later.
Ada: I will. This costs money, hurry up.
Matt: Aw, she's loaded.
Ada: You're loaded, come on.
Amanda: I didn't hear the phone ring.
Rachel: You were listening, though, weren't you?
Amanda: Oh, Sam hasn't called yet.
Rachel: He will.
Amanda: To talk to Alli.
Rachel: Honey, I know you're hurting.
Amanda: I thought I was doing a better job of hiding it.
Rachel: You've given Alli a terrific Christmas. It'll get better.
Amanda: That's what I keep telling myself.
Rachel: Look at me. I didn't think I'd be this happy.
Amanda: Is it because of Ken?
Rachel: Of course it is.
Amanda: You see, Daddy died. You didn't push him away.
Rachel: Amanda, do you think you really can work with Sam feeling the way you do?
Amanda: I know it's the best thing for "Brava." I'll make it work.
Grant: You look great. Nobody would ever know that you didn't sleep last night.
Paulina: I couldn't believe it when you walked in here.
Grant: I know you couldn't. How do we get out of here anyway?
Paulina: Why don't we meet back at your place?
Grant: Yeah. Soon?
Paulina: As soon as I can.
Iris: Just what are you two chatting about?
Grant: Ah, Paulina has agreed to join the staff of my volunteer program. I think she'll be a great addition. What do you think?
Paulina: Thank you, Grant.
Grant: Mm-hmm. Listen, I've got to rush off. I'm sorry to do so, but I've got a meeting with my constituent.
Iris: At Christmas?
Grant: Mm-hmm, afraid so. It's an important one. I'll -- I'll see you later.
Iris: Oh, bye. Thanks for coming.
Grant: Bye-bye. Ada, thank you very, very much. And please thank Rachel for me. It was a wonderful dinner.
Ada: It was our pleasure. I'll walk you to your car, congressman, and you can tell me where you stand on the environment.
Iris: You look positively glowing.
Paulina: Why, thank you, Iris.
Iris: Enjoy it while you can. This is a one-time-only event for you. Believe me, dear, this will be your first and last Cory Christmas.
Paulina: We'll see.
Rachel: Sorry to abandon you.
Ken: Oh, it's all right.
Rachel: Amanda was feeling a little down.
Ken: Is it Sam?
Rachel: Yes. Both she and Jamie are having such a rough time -- I feel guilty.
Ken: Don't you say that. You've had your tough times.
Rachel: I'm looking forward to having a moment alone so we can un-wrap our Christmas gifts without an audience.
Ken: Me, too.
Ada: What is Iris up to?
Rachel: What do you mean? Oh, Grant? I think that's just her way of getting over Lucas, don't you think?
Iris: Isn't Grant charming? I ran into his father at the airport and he suggested that I look him up.
Ada: Is he married?
Iris: Uh-uh. Very unmarried. Oh, except for that nasty rumor about that Sharlene Hudson. But I'm sure that was just an invention of a desperate press.
Iris: Yes, really. Grant's a perfect gentleman -- from a very old and a very good family.
Paulina: I -- I'm going to go out for a while. I'd like to stop by the hospital.
Iris: What, to see Jake?
Rachel: Paulina is working in the children's ward, Iris.
Paulina: Yes, that's all right, Rachel. I do stop by and see Jake as often as I can. Nobody should have to suffer the way he is. Don't you think?
Marley: Thank you for talking to me, father. It really helped.
Priest: If you give to others, God gives to you.
Marley: I'll remember that. Feliz Navidad.
Marley: How did you find me here? Why did -- why did you come to see me?
Jamie: Do you think I'd just let you walk out of my life?
Marley: Jamie, you have to leave me alone.
Donna: Here's the last of them.
Josie: Oh, good.
[Knock at door]
John: Come in.
Josie: Here, dry.
John: I live to dry.
Dean: Yo, merry Christmas.
Cass: You got a problem with that?
Josie: Merry Christmas.
John: Hi, everybody.
Frankie: Hey, some serious cooking went down here, huh?
John: You bet.
Frankie: How you doing? Do you guys want to sit down and open these, huh? Hi, merry Christmas.
Cass: Think before you answer that because Frankie was particularly creative this year.
Josie: Do you think maybe I could finish washing these millions of dishes before we open the presents?
Frankie: Yes, how are you doing, sweetie?
Josie: Good, how are you, honey?
Frankie: Good, merry Christmas.
Josie: Merry Christmas.
Frankie: There's a package in this for your Mama, ok?
Frankie: Still any word? No word?
Josie: No, no.
John: Sharlene will come home.
Frankie: Yeah, she will. Ooh, good shade on you.
Cass: I understand your concern, Michael. Her behavior at the voir dire distressed me, too.
Michael: I always thought that Marley was an awful lot stronger than that, Cass.
Cass: She is. She's going to be fine.
Michael: I'd be in a lot better position to help her if I knew what the hell was going on.
Cass: Marley insists on handling this her own way.
Michael: Well, you keep saying that. You and she know something that you are not telling me and I'd really like to know what it is.
John: Here you are.
Dean: Mm, good.
Josie: Hey, I brought you something from L.A.
Dean: You did?
Josie: Yes I did.
Dean: Get out of town.
Josie: I did, it's under the tree.
Dean: Tell me what it is.
Josie: I'm not telling you. Forget it.
Dean: Hey, you look great. L.A.'s treating you well.
Josie: Yeah. I started at the bottom, but it seems to be working out ok.
Dean: You're not starting at the bottom at all, come on.
Josie: Neither are you. Thanks. Don't give up, Dean.
Dean: No, I'll never give up. Music's my thing, you know.
John: Hello. Well, hi, Vicky. How is Steven?
Taylor: Donna, can I talk to you for a minute alone? It's about John.
Ada: Matthew's first Christmas, remember?
Rachel: I can't believe I let him eat that whole candy cane.
Ada: Well, after the third baby, you get a little more casual.
Rachel: I'll say.
Matt: Uh-oh. I'm gonna have to hide that.
Rachel: What, look at you. You were so cute.
Matt: I know, what happened?
Rachel: I don't know. Where are you going?
Matt: Over to Blue Hill, you know, a little tobogganing.
Rachel: That sounds good.
Matt: Couple of friends getting together.
Ada: You going to take Amanda with you?
Matt: I asked her to, but she and Alli are glued to the tube. Some Christmas special or something.
Matt: See you later.
Rachel: Ok, sweetie, have fun.
Ada: Well, I'm going to the restaurant.
Ken: You didn't close Paradise?
Ada: No, and I want to wish the staff a merry Christmas.
Ada: I'll probably be gone for hours. And hours and hours and hours.
Rachel: You know, that's why I love Mom. She's so very subtle.
Ken: Don't tell me this means we're actually alone.
Rachel: I think we're very alone because Helen and Hilda have left to go home.
Ken: How considerate of them.
Rachel: Isn't that nice?
Ken: And we won't be interrupted.
Rachel: Mm-hmm. Wait a minute.
Ken: Where you going?
Rachel: I have to give you your Christmas present.
Ken: Not that one?
Rachel: This one.
Ken: Rachel, that's enormous.
Rachel: Ha, I know it.
Ken: Who is or what's in there?
Rachel: I knew you'd wonder.
Ken: Do you want some help?
Rachel: No, I got it, I got it. Are you getting your anticipation up?
Ken: I am -- I -- here, let me help you.
Rachel: Good. Don't get intimidated now. But I hope you've gotten me something equally smashing.
Ken: I'm going to have to do some destroying here.
Rachel: Mm-hmm. I always say, just have at it. I'll help.
Rachel: Here, here, here. You have to get in this way.
Ken: All right. Did you put this together yourself?
Ken: Oh, I got it. Rachel, more box. What is this?
Rachel: Well, I know you have some preferences, but this is particularly special stuff.
Rachel: Dayglow, right?
Ken: These are from Mike Nelson, autographed copy. These are great.
Rachel: Aren't they great? And they're supposed to be really good, too. I had help picking them out, of course.
Ken: From who, Jacques Cousteau? And what's in here? Oh, and matching -- of course. I should have known.
Rachel: We just have to find you a suit now to go with it.
Sort of a shiny, bright blue suit. Here's my real gift.
Ken: Your real gift. This is going to pop out at me, I imagine.
Rachel: Mm-hmm. Wait till you see the color of this one.
Ken: Oh, it's beautiful.
Rachel: It's -- it's so you can write down your adventures.
Ken: Well, I've never been much of a writer, but I think maybe I'll start. Thanks.
Ken: I never had a Christmas like this before. I never had someone share so much with me.
Rachel: It was fun to watch Paulina's face, wasn't it? She was like a little kid opening her presents.
Ken: Yeah, she sure seemed happy.
Rachel: It was terrible when Iris brought all that up about Jake.
Ken: Yeah, yes it was.
Rachel: Jake really hurt Paulina, you know.
Ken: Well, I don't think Jake thinks about anybody else but himself.
Rachel: I mean, he just lied to her. He obviously was going to marry Marley all the time.
Ken: Yeah, he really did seem to lead her on.
Rachel: But, I mean, he lied repeatedly.
Ken: Yes, yeah.
Rachel: The incredible thing is, is that Paulina seems to have forgiven him. I wonder if I could.
Ken: Well, I think that doubt is understandable.
Rachel: Well, so when are you going to give me the mysterious gift you were going to give me yesterday?
Ken: What? Oh. It's too big. I couldn't bring it over. I had to leave it at the Odyssey. We have to go there. That's why I had to wait till after dinner.
Rachel: Ok, let's go.
Ken: Can you, um, pack an overnight bag?
Rachel: My present entails an overnight?
Ken: That's all I'm going to tell you.
Rachel: Ok, that sounds like fun.
Ken: I'll wait right here.
Rachel: I'll pack a few good things and I'll be right there.
Grant: Ah, that didn't take long.
Paulina: I was lucky enough to get out before Iris slashed my tires.
What's this? Where did this come from?
Grant: Well, you inspired me to have a little more Christmas cheer.
Paulina: You are so sweet.
Grant: Why the long face?
Paulina: I don't know. I lied to them and told them that I was going by the children's hospital. I've been doing some reading for the kids there.
Grant: We can drive by there if it'll ease your conscience at all.
Paulina: Where else are we going?
Paulina: Or else, we could just stay here.
Grant: Do you mind?
Paulina: Uh-uh. I like it.
Paulina: What's in there?
Grant: That is the bedroom.
Paulina: Hmm, funny.
Paulina: I was just thinking I could use a nap.
Grant: You know something? I was, too.
Amanda: Who do you think this could be? Let's find out.
Sam: Merry Christmas, Alli.
Jamie: Marley, don't do this. Marley!
Marley: Say what you have to say and go.
Jamie: I'm not leaving.
Marley: Jamie, you have to. This is going to spoil everything.
Jamie: Marley, you can't just run away. You'll spoil any chance we have for a life together.
Marley: Jamie, we don't -- we don't have a chance. We can't be together. Not after what I've done.
Jamie: We can. Look at us. In spite of everything, we found each other.
Marley: It's not enough.
Jamie: Damn it, it is. If you'll let it. Marley, there is nothing standing between us. Except you.
We'll get through this. I promise you.
Taylor: I feel I can trust you, since you know the whole situation.
Donna: You mean with Sharlene?
Taylor: Yes, I need your help.
Donna: Well, of course. What can I do?
Taylor: You had to notice that every time the phone rings, he thinks it's Sharlene. Sharlene's been gone for over two months and not a word.
Donna: I know. I know it's been terrible for him. You know, he keeps hoping --
Taylor: John has to face reality.
Donna: You don't think she's coming back?
Taylor: No, I don't. And the longer he does, the more miserable he's becoming.
Donna: Well, it's all he has --
Taylor: It's a dangerous dream, Donna. John has to move on. Now, will you help me bring him back to reality?
Sharlene: Grant Harrison's suite, please.
Rachel: From all of us on "Another World" to all of you, happy holidays.
Iris: Happy holidays.
All: Merry Christmas.
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