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Another World Transcript Wednesday 11/29/06

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Iris: Hello, Amanda.

Amanda: Barbara told me you wanted to see me.

Iris: Aren't you going to the party this evening?

Amanda: We're on deadline. Do you remember?

Iris: Oh, yes, you're redoing the cover.

Amanda: Yes, I'm aware of that, Iris.

Iris: But you should get out more, you know. It would do you good.

Amanda: Why don't we stop worrying about my social life and tell me what you want to talk to me about.

Iris: Fine. That's what I want to talk to you about.

Amanda: This is Sam's contract.

Iris: Who approved his salary?

Amanda: I did.

Iris: We can't pay an art director that sort of money, particularly one who runs over budget on the first week at the job.

Amanda: Sam is worth every penny.

Iris: Amanda, you pursue your husband on your own time, not on Cory's money.

Amanda: That's not what I'm doing.

Iris: Really? Prove it.

Amanda: How?

Iris: Fire Sam tonight.

Cass: Felicia.

Felicia: Hey.

Cass: Hi.

Felicia: Happy New Year, honey.

Cass: Happy New Year.

Felicia: Well, if you're here for the benefit, you're a tad bit early.

Cass: It's all part of the plan, my dear.

Felicia: What plan?

Cass: I want to find out how you're doing.

Felicia: You don't need a plan to do that, you know.

Cass: I got the distinct feeling that I didn't say the things you needed to hear earlier today.

Felicia: Come on, honey. We were both upset, and I know -- I know how worried you are about Marley's trial, and I'm --

Cass: And you had to tell a girl that her mother died. I know how hard that was for you.

Felicia: For me? What about Jenna?

Cass: Honey, Gloria had cancer. You didn't do this.

Felicia: That's the problem, Cass, I didn't do anything.

Cass: What are you talking about?

Felicia: I think I -- I made a mistake with Jenna.

Cass: How could you have made a mistake?

Felicia: I'm going to call her. I don't want her sitting alone on New Year's eve. I'm going to ask her to stay with me.

Vicky: You called me Vicky.

Ryan: Yeah, well, it makes sense, doesn't it, since that's what your name is.

Vicky: Is this some kind of new police --

Ryan: An L.O.C., Vicky? My partner and I made that up. Marley wouldn't have the first idea what that meant.

Vicky: Of course she -- I would. Vicky told me about it.

Ryan: Vicky, just stop it! Look, I know the difference. All I had to do was touch you and I knew. Now, stop insulting us both and be straight with me.

Vicky: Ok. You're right.

Ryan: And you're Vicky.

Vicky: Happy New Year. Now what are you going to do about it?

Felicia: I shouldn't have just left her at that convent.

Cass: Her life must be chaotic enough as it is right now.

Felicia: So I'm supposed to abandon her?

Cass: No, but she probably feels a kind of security with the sisters.

Felicia: Her mother just died, and I'm her mother's friend.

Cass: Gloria didn't prepare either one of you for this. You didn't even know the kid existed.

Felicia: She's sitting in a boarding school and I'm giving a party? That's not right, Cass, and you can't tell me that it is.

Cass: Fine, I won't. I'm not. I'm just saying that you should think it over.

Felicia: You know, I'm grieving here, too. That's why Jenna should be with me right now.

Cass: For how long?

Felicia: I don't know.

Cass: What if she wants to stay with you permanently?

Felicia: I don't know that either.

Cass: You're just getting started with Lucas after all these years. Does he know you want to throw a strange teenager into the mix? I know what that's like, believe me, honey. Look, Frankie is going to find Gloria's will. And any -- any normal will stipulates the guardian.

Felicia: And what if she doesn't find it? What's Jenna supposed to do?

Cass: Felicia, I just think you should do some more checking before you volunteer to become some kind of de facto guardian for a kid you barely know. You don't even know how you feel about this girl.

Felicia: I do know one thing. I know that I have to do what Gloria would want.

Cass: What Gloria would want?

Felicia: Yes, that's right.

Cass: Forgive me, I know you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead. But Gloria never told anybody that she was dying. She never even told anybody she had a daughter. Then, just before she checks out, she dumps her whole life in your lap and says, "do what's right."

Felicia: Gee, I'm so sorry that not everyone can handle their life as splendidly as you and I do.

Cass: Ok, forgive me, but you --

Felicia: Gloria was the only agent who would even give me the time of day. She got my books published and she changed my life. And I am not going to let her child sit in some school alone. I'm not doing it, Cass. I'm not.

Cass: Ok, all right.

Felicia: Well, look who's here.

Cass: Surprise, surprise.

Rachel: Hi.

Felicia: Hi.

Rachel and Felicia: Happy New Year.

Rachel: Happy New Year, Cass.

Cass: Happy New Year.

Felicia: Happy New Year, everybody.

Cass: Hi, everybody.

Felicia: Well, don't you all look swell.

Rachel: Thank you, so do you.

Felicia: Thank you.

Matthew: Is there anything we can do to help get ready?

Felicia: No, no, everything is done, thank you.

Ken: This must be the hottest spot in town tonight.

Felicia: Well, I hope so.

Paulina: I'm going to go check out the view.

Rachel: Well, thank you so much for having us here tonight. I really appreciate it.

Felicia: Well, I really believe in what Jamie is doing. But, speaking of Jamie, where is he?

Matthew: My brother the doctor is missing the holidays.

Felicia: Everything all right?

Rachel: Well, he had an emergency. He's very sorry he can't be here.

Felicia: Oh. Well, that's all right. We'll make piles of money without him.

Rachel: Good.

Ken: Have you sold a lot of tickets?

Felicia: Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm only worried about two of them.

Rachel: Why?

Felicia: Well, Iris is coming.

Ken: You kind of have to expect that, don't you?

Felicia: Yeah, but she's coming with Grant Harrison.

Rachel: What's the matter with that?

Felicia: John and Sharlene Hudson are going to be here as well.

Amanda: My decision to hire Sam was purely professional.

Iris: Like Nero's was when he made his horse a consul.

Amanda: Don't make fun of me, Iris.

Iris: This whole company will be laughing at you if you don't get rid of Sam.

Amanda: Mother and I saw many candidates. Sam was the best out of all of them by far.

Iris: Well, I don't know where you dug up these candidates from.

Amanda: Sam has worked in Cory before.

Iris: Get rid of Sam, Amanda, tonight.

Amanda: He has a contract, Iris.

Iris: Then break it. We can't afford any more of Sam's innovations. Redoing that cover has cost us a fortune.

Amanda: That cover would have been fine if you hadn't vetoed it.

Iris: It wasn't what I wanted.

Amanda: Well, Sam is the person that I want in the position of art director. He's going to give "Sophisticate" a new look, and I am not about to fire him.

Iris: Fine, then I'll do it myself.

Amanda: I wouldn't do that if I were you, Iris.

Iris: Oh, why not?

Amanda: Because if you fire Sam, I'm leaving, too.

Ryan: You know, I thought it could be something like this. Then I thought, "no, no, no, no one -- no one would pretend to be someone else, not even Vicky."

Vicky: You thought wrong.

Ryan: How long you been doing this?

Vicky: Since the day of the jury selection.

Ryan: I can't believe this!

Vicky: I didn't have a choice.

Ryan: Why? Why didn't you have a choice?

Vicky: If I didn't go to that courtroom as Marley, then Marley wasn't going to be there.

Ryan: What?

Vicky: She took off.

Ryan: Marley --

Vicky: Yes. I didn't plan this, Ryan. She didn't know I was doing this.

Ryan: Vicky, this makes her look very, very guilty.

Vicky: Well, I don't care how it makes her look. That's not why she left.

Ryan: Then why did she leave?

Vicky: She knew what kind of kangaroos were going to be in the courtroom. And I knew that everybody was going to jump to the same conclusion that you just did. I had to do this. I had to stop them from thinking that.

Ryan: Your parents in on this?

Vicky: No, they don't know.

Ryan: Are you kidding?

Vicky: It's just Bridget. And Jamie found out.

Ryan: Oh, yeah, I'm sure he did.

Vicky: He's trying to find her.

Ryan: You know, I thought it was just a little strange that he wasn't around now.

Vicky: Ryan, he's going to talk some sense into her and she's going to be back before the trial starts. It was only for a couple of days!

Ryan: So what do you want from me, Vicky?

Vicky: I want you to not tell anybody, please. She just panicked. It doesn't mean anything.

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Hello?

Vicky: It's your captain. He wants to talk to you.

Ryan: Captain. Yeah, it's me.

Frankie: Aah, I can't believe it, I can't believe it, I can't believe it!

Sharlene: I was just getting ready to call you and --

Frankie: Oh, good. Now, let me look at you, let me look at you. Oh, my, you are so --

Sharlene: Big, I'm big.

Frankie: No, there's got to be a better word than that, Sharlene. You are so pregnant. You are so incredibly pregnant. You look great.

Sharlene: I feel great.

Frankie: Do you?

Sharlene: I do. Yeah, Frankie, I'm fine. I know what I want now.

Frankie: Good. Good.

Sharlene: Get in here. Come on.

Frankie: I can't believe you are finally back.

Sharlene: Hey, I'm back. This is me. Here I am.

Frankie: Ooh, very graceful, too. Look, this is for you.

Sharlene: Oh, honestly.

Frankie: Actually -- actually, it's for him or for her or for whoever is in there, little baby.

Sharlene: Oh, you lucky one. Well, let's see.

Oh, Frankie. Oh. Did you make this?

Frankie: Yeah, I did, with help from Mama. My long-distance bill is going to be intense.

Sharlene: I just love it.

Frankie: Good.

Sharlene: This must have taken you a while.

Frankie: Yeah. Yeah, it did. But I knew you were going to be back before the baby was born. And so did John. I've missed you so much.

Sharlene: I've missed you, too. And, Frankie, look, I understand if you were angry with me, leaving the way I did.

Frankie: Sharlene, I was never angry, never. It's just that you and John and the baby -- you could have so much together.

Sharlene: Yeah, I know.

Frankie: You said before that you know what you want now.

Sharlene: I do.

Frankie: This probably isn't fair.

Sharlene: Frankie, what is it?

Frankie: I came here because I know what I want to hear.

Sharlene: And what is that?

Frankie: That you're really back with John. That you're over Grant Harrison forever.

Taylor: Hello, John.

John: Well, hi, Taylor. How are you?

Toni: I'll process this.

John: Thanks, Toni. How'd it go with the guard last night?

Taylor: I don't think what I really need is a guard.

John: I don't want you to be alone.

Taylor: Well, I think I've seen the last of Ray.

John: Yeah, well, we'll make sure it works out.

Taylor: You seem pretty happy.

John: I am. I mean, why wouldn't I be? I've got a couple of hours left and then I'm going to go home and pick up Sharlene and we're going out to a New Year's eve party, just like any guy and his wife. Can I have Mr. Colishaw's chart, please?

Toni: Oh, sure.

Taylor: That kind of normalcy -- you haven't had that in a long time.

John: No, I haven't. Thank you. I'm not going to take it for granted, I'll tell you that.

Taylor: No, I'm sure you won't.

John: And I'll tell you what else, I'm not going to mind & ringing out 1990.

Taylor: Next year is going to be better, I feel it.

John: Couldn't be any worse.

Taylor: John?

John: Hmm?

Taylor: Um, Sharlene has left treatment, but I -- I still feel kind of concerned. Would you make sure that she takes it easy tonight?

John: What do you mean?

Taylor: Well, I was looking over my notes on her case last night, and it was about this time last year that Sharly emerged.

John: Taylor, Sharly is gone.

Taylor: Well, it's just that not knowing what's happened to her in the last few months and the stress of the holidays -- I wouldn't want to see her backslide, you know what I mean?

Iris: You'd really do it? You'd walk away from Cory if I fire Sam?

Amanda: Yes.

Iris: What a surprise.

Lucas: Iris. Excuse me, Amanda.

Iris: Hello, Lucas.

Lucas: I need to see you when you're finished.

Amanda: That's all right, you can talk to her now.

Iris: Amanda, this has to be resolved.

Amanda: What is left to say, Iris? It's up to you now.

Iris: Amanda, you'd be willing to throw away your whole career for a man who doesn't love you anymore? Believe me, men like that are seldom worth the sacrifice.

Lucas: The report you wanted.

Iris: Thank you. I suppose I'll be seeing you later on.

Lucas: Oh, will you?

Iris: Yes, at the fundraiser that Felicia is giving for the clinic.

Lucas: Oh.

Grant: Lucas.

Lucas: Congressman.

Grant: Are we ready?

Iris: Oh, I'm more than ready.

Grant: I'm looking forward to this.

Iris: Yes, so am I. And bidding adieu to 1990. I have a feeling that 1991 is going to be even more profitable.

Iris: Good night.

Lucas: Good night.

Grant: Lucas.

Iris: Oh, Lucas -- turn out the lights when you're through.

Sam: And cover number two. What do you think?

Laura: Wow, I love it, Sam. You know, this really makes up for having to work tonight.

Sam: Almost.

Laura: Well, almost. Um, you know, there's some wine and cheese and stuff in the reception area.

Sam: Yeah, I guess Iris took pity on those of us who have to work. You going to go?

Laura: No, my boyfriend said he'd wait up for me.

Sam: Yeah?

Laura: Yeah.

Sam: Oh, get out of here, then. I can finish this up.

Laura: Oh, but -- well, don't you have a party to go to?

Sam: Well, my -- the woman I'm seeing is actually in New York, so I don't think a party would be too much fun without her.

Amanda: Laura. There are still some proofs that have to go to the printer. Do you want to drop them off before you leave?

Laura: Um, yeah, sure. Well, happy New Year, you guys.

Sam: Happy New Year, Laura.

Amanda: I'm sorry you have to work late tonight.

Sam: Don't worry about it.

Amanda: I'm staying too. So, if you want, we can go over the layouts when they get back from the printer, ok?

Sam: Is that normal procedure for the publisher to look over the final layout, even on New Year's eve?

Amanda: It is when it's an emergency.

Sam: Right.

Amanda: I'm not after you, Sam, no matter what anybody is telling you.

Sam: I just want this to work out. I like this job more than I thought.

Amanda: That's great.

Sam: All right. I just have two more layouts to look over and we'll be done.

Lucas: Amanda?

Amanda: Do you need something?

Lucas: Well, I -- I heard what was going on in Iris' office.

Amanda: Oh.

Lucas: Is there something I can do?

Amanda: No. I can handle Iris.

Lucas: Why don't you let Iris and Sam work this out independently?

Amanda: Because this isn't about Sam. This is about me. Iris is just doing this to get at me.

Lucas: Yeah, but is Sam going to be grateful to you for going to bat for him?

Amanda: Sam is not going to know anything about it.

Lucas: Unless he gets fired.

Amanda: I know my threat may not be much of a threat. Iris can just go ahead and get rid of both of us.

Lucas: You really would quit. Amanda, part of what Iris was saying is true. I mean, I know she was doing it to get her licks in at me. But if you're going to make an issue of Sam, make sure it's about his work, not about something you might get personally out of this.

Amanda: I'm not expecting to get anything. Sam has made that perfectly clear. He hates me and he always will.

Lucas: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.

Amanda: You're probably right. Remember this time last year?

Lucas: What about it?

Amanda: We had the premiere issue of "Sophisticate" late on deadline. I couldn't tell the difference between personal and business then either.

Lucas: Evan.

Amanda: Evan was here. It was the two of us that were working late.

Lucas: I know. I -- I threw a party when we closed that issue down.

Amanda: Sam was in New York. Olivia was at your party with Matthew. And she saw me leave with Evan. This has been -- it's like an elaborate dance that doesn't stop. I can't get my partner back no matter how hard I try.

Sam: These last layouts look great. We may not have to be here all night after all.

Amanda: I'll be in my office if you need me.

Sam: Lucas

Lucas: Sam.

Sam: What do you want?

Lucas: I was just thinking maybe you could take it a little easier on Amanda, huh?

Sam: Why don't you mind your own business.

Lucas: Sam, there's a thin line between expressing anger and being vindictive. I mean, just think about it, ok?

Sam: For one thing, I don't take advice from the guy who broke up my brother's marriage. And the other thing, you don't know a damn thing about Amanda and me.

Lucas: I know she still cares about you a lot.

Sam: Amanda wants what she can't have, and that's it.

Lucas: Oh. Did you know that Iris told her to fire you?

Sam: What? Why?

Lucas: Come on, Iris doesn't need reasons.

Sam: I guess my days are numbered, then.

Lucas: Or maybe not. Because Amanda told Iris that she'll walk if she fires you.

Sam: She did?

Lucas: Yes, she did. Think about it, Sam. Think about what this business means to Amanda. It's what she's got left of Mac. But she's willing to walk away to keep you in this office.

[Phone beeps]

Sam: Fowler. To keep you in this office.

[Phone beeps]

Sam: Fowler. Yeah, he's here. Go ahead and put her through. Felicia, for you.

Lucas: Felicia.

Felicia: Luke, do you think you can meet me in the Tops garage?

Lucas: Sure, why?

Felicia: Well, there's something that we have to do. I'll see you then.

Felicia: All right, hold down the fort, everybody. Iris, Congressman.

Iris: Oh, Felicia.

Grant: Hi, Felicia, how are you?

Felicia: Fine, thank you.

Iris: Leaving your own party?

Felicia: Sure am.

Iris: How very typical and very gauche.

Felicia: You know what, Iris? No one is going to spoil this night for me, not even you. Happy New Year, honey. Congressman.

Grant: Bye-bye.

Iris: There's Rachel. Let's go say hello.

Grant: I'd love to.

Iris: Happy, happy New Year, Rachel.

Rachel: Oh, happy New Year, Iris. And Grant.

Grant: How are you? Nice to see you.

Rachel: Nice to see you, too.

Grant: All of you.

Iris: My goodness, Matthew, don't you look devilishly handsome this evening.

Matthew: I do?

Iris: Mm-hmm. Every woman in the room has her eyes on you.

Matthew: Wow.

Iris: Oh, Ken and Paulina, together again.

Ken: Happy New Year, Iris.

Paulina: Yes, happy New Year.

Rachel: Iris, I didn't know you were planning on being here this evening.

Iris: Oh, I wouldn't dream of not supporting Jamie's clinic.

Grant: No, we're both happy to be here. As a matter of fact, Jamie's clinic has really changed the lives of all the people in the waterfront neighborhood.

Rachel: Well, you'll have to stop by again one of these days, Congressman. You'll have a better idea of what it does.

Grant: Thank you, I'd love to.

Paulina: I could take you over there sometime. Excuse me, I'm going to get a drink.

Iris: Would you excuse me, too, please? Paulina.

Paulina: What?

Iris: Don't do it.

Paulina: Don't do what?

Iris: Don't try and make Grant Harrison a part of your little campaign.

Paulina: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Iris: Then I'll get to the point. Stop giving the eye to my date.

Paulina: That's wonderful.

Iris: You know, you do have this tawdry sort of appeal, but I just don't think it would work on a gentleman like Grant Harrison.

Paulina: It already did.

Iris: What?

Paulina: I've already gone out with Grant.

Iris: You have?

Paulina: Ask him.

Iris: I don't think he'd want to talk about something -- something like that. Political figures lead a very busy life. I guess they need their conveniences.

Paulina: Hmm. You're not jealous, are you, Iris?

Iris: I'm not even surprised. You and Sharlene Hudson, you're one and the same. I'm just so pleased that Grant has finally found someone he's not afraid to take out in public.

Paulina: You?

Iris: Well, he didn't ask you to come this evening, did he, dearie?

Matthew: Ahem. Excuse me. Sorry.

Ken: That's all right.

Matthew: Here you go.

Rachel: We'll get another chance at midnight, right?

Matthew: Listen, don't look over, but that's Philip Larson over there. Don't look.

Rachel: The Philip Larson?

Matthew: Mm-hmm.

Rachel: The one that single-handedly funds the Anthropology Department at the university?

Matthew: The Larson Building, the Larson chair in Anthropology -- that's him.

Rachel: The same man that loves funding anthropological expeditions.

Ken: Oh. Excuse me.

Rachel: Good luck.

Ken: Thank you.

Matthew: You look happy.

Rachel: I am.

Matthew: To happiness.

Rachel: To happiness.

Matthew: What is that ring on your finger? I've never seen that before.

Rachel: Um, Ken gave it to me.

Matthew: Does that mean what I think it means?

Ryan: Yeah. Yeah, we'll take care of all that in the morning. No, I'm -- I'm busy tonight. No, no, I don't have any new information. Good night, captain.

Vicky: Thank you.

Ryan: No, don't thank me.

Vicky: You could've told him about Marley and you didn't.

Ryan: I just didn't want to talk to him about it over the phone.

Vicky: So you're going to tell him?

Ryan: Don't you have any idea what you've done? You and Marley could go to jail now.

Vicky: But you're going to stop me before I do anything else.

Ryan: Damn it, Vicky, I'm worried about you.

Vicky: Well, you -- you certainly have the goods on me. I mean, if you tell your captain, then Bridget and Marley and I will probably all do time.

Ryan: This is not a joke, Vicky! It is the truth.

Vicky: Put the cuffs on me. Fit me for a khaki suit.

Ryan: Aren't you afraid of anything?

Vicky: Yes. I am afraid of losing my son.

Ryan: You should have thought about Steven before you started this.

Vicky: And I'm afraid of what I see in your eyes right now.

Ryan: You never come to me. You never trusted me enough in the first place to come --

Vicky: It's not you, it's not you. It's everyone. What would you have done if I came to you?

Ryan: I don't know. Maybe we still could have had a chance.

Vicky: So, this is it?

We're through? So you're going to go to the D.A.'s office from here?

Frankie: Happy New Year, groom.

Cass: Boy, do I miss you.

Frankie: I've missed you, too. Have you talked to Felicia? Did you see her?

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: How'd it go? Did you get through to her?

Cass: I don't know. She left.

Frankie: She left?

Cass: How did it go with Sharlene? Did you talk to her?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: You don't feel any better, huh?

Frankie: No, not really. I'm not sure she's over Grant Harrison.

Cass: Terrific.

Frankie: She is definitely committed to her marriage, though. I told her and John we'd see them at the party tonight.

Cass: They're coming to this?

Frankie: Yeah. Is that a problem?

Cass: Grant's here.

Frankie: Boy.

Cass: I've got a plan. You're probably going to hate it.

Frankie: What's the plan?

Cass: You could meet me here and we could be supportive of our friends and family. I could continue to answer all the questions I've been getting about Marley and the trial.

Frankie: Uh-huh?

Cass: Or we could be totally irresponsible and feckless and meet back at our place for our own celebration, alone.

Frankie: There is no one I would rather be feckless with than you, my dear.

Cass: I'll beat you there.

Frankie: So, where were we? You did what?

Sharlene: So I went to his apartment and I slid the note under his door because there was no answer, and -- and that was that.

Frankie: You went to Grant's before you came home?

Sharlene: Frankie, I had to. I had to deal with that and put it all behind me before I could come here and ask John to take me back.

Frankie: Are you happy about all of this, Sharlene?

Sharlene: My place is here. I want John with me when this baby comes.

Frankie: Good. Good. I am so glad you're back.

Sharlene: You know it.

Frankie: Look, I'd better be going. Cass and I have decided to have our own little private celebration.

Sharlene: Oh-ho.

Frankie: I like those best, don't you?

Sharlene: Absolutely.

Frankie: Sharlene?

Sharlene: Yeah?

Frankie: You never really answered my question.

Sharlene: Am I over Grant?

Frankie: I guess you can't answer that, huh, until you see him and --

Sharlene: Frankie.

Frankie: However that's going to be. Look, you don't have to talk about it right now, ok? I got to go. Good luck tonight, ok? Love you.

Sharlene: Love you. Thank you.

Frankie: You're welcome.

John: Happy New Year to you.

Taylor: John, I've been looking for you.

John: Oh, yeah? Why? You got a problem?

Taylor: It's one that I created, I think.

John: What is it?

Taylor: What I said about Sharlene and making her take it easy -- I hope I didn't alarm you.

John: No, no, you didn't. And I'll make sure that she doesn't overdo it.

Taylor: Good. You seem pretty confident.

John: Well, I am.

Taylor: Great.

John: Look, Sharlene is more confident and sure of herself than I've seen her in a long, long time.

Taylor: It's just that, you know, it's a big event and she's seeing a lot of people that she knows for the first time.

John: Look, she'll be fine.

Taylor: I hope so.

John: Well, why don't you see for yourself?

Taylor: What?

John: You have any plans tonight?

Taylor: No.

John: Well, then come and meet us at Tops.

Taylor: I don't know.

John: Why not? It's a charity benefit for the clinic. Come on, everybody will be there. You have to do your public relations thing anyway, right?

Taylor: I don't have to wear a party hat, do I?

John: No hats, no hats. And you'll see how strong Sharlene is, I promise you.

Taylor: All right, I'll be there.

John: Great.

Vicky: Where are you going?

Ryan: Not to the D.A.

Vicky: You're not?

Ryan: Not yet. I'm the first person that she'll call at the trial. I promise I won't say anything until then.

Vicky: Thank you. I'm sure Marley will be back before --

Ryan: Listen, you are not going to charm your way out of this on me. Impersonating a defendant at a trial -- that is serious stuff. I hope you know that.

Vicky: I do know, and I'm so grateful that you're not going to tell anybody, at least for a while.

Ryan: Listen, I want you to tell your parents about all this because I don't want you to go through this alone anymore.

Vicky: I've done things alone my whole life. Why would this be any different? Besides, I'm not alone. I -- I have Bridget and Jamie, and, I was hoping, there's you.

Do you have to go?

Ryan: Yeah, I think I do.

Vicky: You're really mad at me, aren't you?

Ryan: Yes. I am mad. And I'm almost -- and I'm also worried about you, too. Do you have any idea what could happen if you get caught? I mean, if you think that Marley and you are going through bad stuff now -- do you think you're the first person that was shafted by the system? But those other people, they don't lie! They don't run away! They don't break the law because it doesn't suit them. Damn it. What are you doing?

Vicky: Nothing.

Ryan: Vicky? Are you crying?

Vicky: No.

Ryan: Vicky.

Vicky: I didn't know what to do. There's Marley and there's you, and I didn't know what to do!

Damn it!

Ryan: What?

Vicky: I don't want you to leave. And I don't want to lose you.

Ryan: Yeah, well, you should've thought about that before.

Amanda: The troops are getting a little restless. I don't know if we're going to get that much more work out of them.

Sam: That's ok. I was just going to call you. I'm practically finished here.

Amanda: You are? Really?

Sam: Yep. You want to take a look?

Amanda: Sure, yeah.

Sam: There you go.

Amanda: I've seen this. It's great. This is great.

Sam: Thanks.

Amanda: Uh, do we have this in black and white?

Sam: Yeah, but why?

Amanda: I think it might work better with the piece.

Sam: Let me look at it. Maybe you're right. I think you are. I'll make the switch.

Amanda: This is great. It's beautiful. I love it.

Sam: Thank you.

Amanda: Do we have to use a cartoon here?

Sam: Well, I didn't want to, but the piece was six inches short, so we had to.

Amanda: What about an insert? A section of the novel this article's about.

Sam: Well, I thought of that but I didn't read the book, so --

Amanda: I just read it. I can get you a copy.

Sam: Great.

Amanda: All right, set it aside.

Sam: Do that there, then.

Amanda: This is beautiful.

Sam: I didn't know if anyone else would like that.

Amanda: Are you kidding? You're the best. I've always known that.

Sam: So are you, from what I hear.

Amanda: What do you mean? What do you hear?

Sam: People respect you. They -- they think you know what you're doing.

Amanda: Oh, well, I guess I've learned a bit since -- since we worked together.

Sam: Yeah, people like working for you. People are glad you're here.

Amanda: Good, I hope so.

Sam: You ok? You have a hard day? What's up?

Amanda: Oh, no, no, not that hard of a day. You know, I just thought of something. Why don't we use sepia tone instead of black and white on this one?

Rachel: Amanda wanted to be here very much, but she had to work tonight, unfortunately. Thanks for asking.

Matthew: Mom, Mom.

Rachel: Yes, what? What?

Matthew: You're dodging the issue.

Rachel: No, I'm not. I can't help if people come over to talk to us.

Matthew: Is this is an engagement ring or a Christmas present?

Rachel: And what would you say if it was sort of both?

Matthew: So you and Ken are thinking about getting married?

Rachel: No, we haven't decided anything. Besides, I wouldn't do that without talking to you guys first.

Matthew: Well you're talking to me now.

Rachel: Well, how would you feel about that?

Matthew: Listen, if marrying Ken makes you happy, it makes me happy, too.

Rachel: Are you sure?

Matthew: Of course I'm sure. Someone as wonderful as you, you should not be alone.

Rachel: Oh, you're so cute, you know?

Matthew: Hey.

Ken: Ahem.

Matthew: That's ok. We'll have plenty of time for that later. How'd it go with Larson?

Ken: It went good, I think. We're either going to take lunch or do a meeting.

Rachel: Is he a film producer or an anthropologist?

Ken: I think old Phil's a little of both.

Rachel: "Old Phil."

Matthew: Oh, there's Joe. The guy owes me money. I'll be right back.

Ken: What were you two talking about?

Rachel: Oh, nothing. Come here. You know what I was thinking about?

Ken: What were you thinking about?

Rachel: This.

Paulina: Looking for someone?

Grant: Yes, I was looking for you. Had to tell you how great you look. That dress is a real knockout.

Paulina: Well, thank you, but I have a feeling I'm not the one you were looking for.

Grant: Who else?

Paulina: Sharlene Hudson? Heard she was back in town.

Grant: I'd like to see you again, Paulina.

Paulina: Where? In your suite, or in a dark bar somewhere?

Grant: I thought we had a pretty memorable time in my suite.

Paulina: I'm through pinch-hitting, Grant.

Grant: Look, I don't like scenes, Paulina. Excuse me, I think I see somebody I know.

Iris: I see he managed to tear himself away.

Paulina: Not to look for you.

Iris: Who did pick out that dress? You?

Paulina: Something wrong with my dress, Iris?

Iris: Apart from the fact that it's tacky and totally inappropriate, absolutely nothing.

Paulina: I am so sick of you.

Iris: Then keep out of my family and out of my life.

Paulina: You know, you act like this white-glove lady, but you're nothing but trash.

Iris: Oh, here's the queen of the truck stops talking about me.

Paulina: Well, at least I didn't pay Jake to peep through keyholes.

Iris: And at least the only thing that changed hands between Jake and me was money.

Paulina: Why was that? Do you think you were too old for him?

Iris: Jake had a little problem. He couldn't function unless he felt the woman was way beneath him. Oh, boy, he must have felt a warm inner glow when he saw you.

Paulina: Well, at least I didn't shoot him for it.

Iris: You see that woman over there in the black dress?

Paulina: So what?

Iris: That's Enid Paulson. She's the society editor for "The Herald," "The Bay City Herald," and she makes or breaks people socially in this town. Enid? Sweetie, can I talk to you for a minute? You're going to learn who has the upper hand. The hard way.

Enid: But I've already done a lot of copy on Paulina.

Iris: Yes, well, Rachel's certainly been pushing her.

Enid: I've got a few questions about it myself.

Iris: Darling, why didn't you talk to me in the first place? It would've saved you embarrassing yourself.

Enid: The girl -- she's not for real?

Iris: She's an utter disgrace.

Enid: What?

Iris: You'd think she'd have the brains to know how to conduct herself, though. When I tell you the things that she did at my Daddy's house --

Enid: No.

Iris: Uh-huh.

Paulina: Leave us alone, please, Ms. Paulson.

Iris: It's all right, Enid. I'll talk to you later.

Iris: So, what are you going to do, rush off and tell Rachel?

Paulina: No, I don't think so. I pity you too much to do that.

Iris: Oh, stop it.

Paulina: I do, it's true. You're pathetic, Iris. Nobody can stand you. You drive away everyone you know, except for the people who want something from you. Rachel and her kids, maybe that little maid you have -- they're the only ones who can tolerate you.

Iris: That is utter nonsense.

Paulina: And as for the status you say you have -- honey, it's all in your head. Nobody can stand you. They all laugh at you behind your back.

Iris: You disgusting little tramp.

Paulina: And about all those little comments you love to make about me and men -- maybe you should take a few pointers from me. Maybe if I'd done that before, Lucas wouldn't be in bed with Felicia right now. Think about it.

Mother Superior: I don't like being forced to make decisions about Jenna.

Lucas: No one's trying to force you, Mother Superior.

Felicia: I just don't think it's time to sit and do nothing.

Mother Superior: I agree, but what you're suggesting --

Felicia: I know it seems a little unorthodox, but then Jenna's whole upbringing has been that.

Mother Superior: She's such a quiet child. She keeps so much to herself.

Lucas: Yes, and even though, I think it's a decision she should make for herself.

Mother Superior: Hello, dear.

Jenna: Sister Mary Kelly said you wanted to see me. You're back.

Felicia: We couldn't stay away.

[Church bell tolls]

Mother Superior: It's midnight.

Felicia: Happy New Year, Jenna.

Jenna: But I don't understand. Why have you come back?

Amanda: It's midnight.

Sam: Yeah, it sure is. Happy New Year, Amanda.

Crowd: 10, nine, eight --

Grant: Well, if it isn't the kindly Dr. Benson.

Taylor: I didn't expect to see you, Congressman. I didn't think you'd be in any mood to celebrate.

Crowd: Four, three, two, one -- Happy New Year!

Paulina: You --

Iris: Oh! Oh, you've been begging for this!

Paulina: Let go of me! God, my --

[Church bells tolling]

Vicky: Here's to another great year.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: You came back.

Ryan: I always do.

Vicky: Why?

Ryan: Because one of us has got to start telling the truth.

I love you, Vicky. Oh, do I love you.

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