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Another World Transcript Wednesday 2/7/07
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Ryan: Nope, don't even have fortune cookie.
Bridget: I think I'm going to make a nice pot of tea.
Bridget: Yes, dear.
Ryan: Stop pretending to be so mad.
Vicky: Ryan, don't you think we've had enough arguments?
Ryan: Donna's been cleared. There's proof now that she didn't shoot Jake.
Vicky: Who came up with it? You?
Ryan: I came by here to tell you what happened, but since you obviously don't want to hear it, excuse me.
Vicky: No, uh, Ryan, wait. Wait!
Cass: Ok, Joe, let's cut the small talk. Tell me who you are.
Joe: I've already told you; I'm a friend of Kathleenís.
Cass: A friend? You come on like her bodyguard, and I get the distinct impression that she's not too thrilled with that.
Joe: Think what you want.
Cass: Stop stonewalling me. She was my wife.
Joe: Was. Let it go at that.
Cass: You think I could just close my eyes and make this go away?
Joe: You don't want to accept this. I get that, but you don't have a choice.
Cass: The hell I donít.
Jake: Hey, Cass, I knew I heard your voice out there.
Cass: You saw her, too, didn't you?
Jake: You mean Kathleen?
Cass: Of course I mean Kathleen.
Jake: She said not to ‑‑
Cass: I don't care. Tell me everything she said to you. Do you hear me? Everything.
Frankie: You're not leaving here ‑‑ not until this is settled.
Kathleen: I really don't like being threatened.
Frankie: I don't like watching my husband being torn to shreds by a woman who promised to love him forever.
Kathleen: Frankie, just let me go. It's the best thing for everyone.
Frankie: For you, you mean. You and that guy.
Kathleen: And you. Frankie, I warned you. I told you what Cass would do if he found out that I was alive, that he would not be able to let me go. And now you see, I was right.
Matt: Ciao. Take it easy.
Lindsey: It was a great party.
Matt: I guess it was, wasn't it?
Matt: Hey, thanks for offering to help clean up. You know what I mean?
Jenna: Oh, sure, no problem.
Lindsey: Yes, and I'm saying, thank goodness you're here. I mean, I don't know the first thing about mops and brooms and brushes and all the rest ‑‑
Dean: Well, that's good because it's never too late to learn. There you go.
Lindsey: You're the expert, right?
Jenna: Well, I'll get started over here with the glasses.
Matt: Ok, go ahead.
Dean: Any time you want to help, Lindsey, go right ahead.
Matt: It's captain clean‑up time, folks. Let's do this.
Dean: I got a lot of experience with that kind of stuff. Remember, I used to polish Sassy's every night of my life.
Matt: That's right.
Jenna: I'm sure it's different when it's your own place, though, isn't it?
Matt: You're absolutely right. It is. Dean, you're going to have to concentrate on keyboards instead of floorboards from now on.
Dean: Can live with that, thank you.
Lindsey: Matt's going to make you a success in spite of yourself.
Dean: If you don't stop being mean to me, I'm not going to write any songs about you.
Jenna: I think it's really great that you guys have your own studio. I mean, this is so professional.
Matt: I like it.
Dean: Happens to the best of us.
Jenna: Yeah, but I bet you've planned on this for a long time.
Matt: Oh, no, no, no, I thought I was getting into publishing.
Lindsey: And why not? Cory Publishing is such a prestigious house.
Matt: Yeah, yeah, but I don't know. Going into business with my family ‑‑ it just didn't appeal to me. You know what I mean?
Lindsey: Well, you know, it's not for everyone.
Matt: That's true, but this ‑‑ I'm psyched about this, this place, everything. Matthew Cory, music producer.
Lindsey: Mm, I am, too.
Matt: Oh, really?
Lindsey: It is so incredibly hip.
Dean: As long as you don't get a baseball jacket and start acting like a jerk, it'll be great.
Lindsey: Matt is never going to be a jerk.
Matt: Yeah. Jenna, you're doing all this work by yourself over here. Let me help you.
Jenna: Don't be silly.
Dean: Doesn't that drive you a little crazy when he does that?
Lindsey: Will you shut up? Jenna, I bet this is boring for you, listening to what we're all going to do after we graduate.
Jenna: No, not really; I'm going to graduate soon.
Lindsey: I mean from college.
Dean: Matt, did you get all set up for tomorrow? You ready?
Matt: Yeah, all booked.
Lindsey: Where are you going?
Dean: La‑la land.
Dean: Hollyweird ‑‑ Los Angeles.
Lindsey: When are you leaving?
Matt: Uh, tomorrow morning.
Lindsey: You ‑‑ you didn't mention it.
Matt: Yeah, well, going out to check out the major recording studios, you know?
Lindsey: Oh. How long you going to be?
Matt: Only a week.
Lindsey: That's why you're waiting for that call from the coast.
Matt: Yes, gosh, I'm waiting for the call. Come on, I figured I have to go out there in person. That's the only way I'm going to make an impression, right?
Dean: He's gonna do lunches with some big shots. It's going to be great.
Dean: It sounds kind of cool, huh?
Lindsey: Right. I'll get my coat.
Matt: Come on, I ‑‑ I'm sorry I didn't mention it to you before.
Lindsey: Forget it.
Matt: Lindsey... excuse us for one second. Can I talk to you?
[Soft rock music playing]
Dean: Oh, wow, she is good. She's good.
Jenna: The minute she pouts, he just feels sorry for her.
Dean: You got your work cut out for you, honey.
Jenna: Dean, it's hopeless.
Dean: No, no, no, no, it's not. She got a little jump on Matt. That's all, all right?
Jenna: Yeah, but we've tried so hard.
Dean: Ok, so it's gonna take a little bit more than clothes. Just hang in there. You gotta show the boy that tonight wasn't just a fluke.
Dean: Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it. I'm gonna take care of it until you get the hang of it.
Jenna: You mean, this is only the beginning?
Dean: Jenna, we haven't even begun to fight, all right? You wanna see her get a little stirred up? Wait till I make my move, ok? She's not even gonna know what hit her.
Felicia: But, Luke, it does make sense. I mean, Jenna doesn't have anybody else, and we do care about each other, so why not make it official?
Lucas: It's a big step, Fanny.
Felicia: But I'm ready to make it. I ‑‑ I'm more than ready.
Lucas: Is she read
Felicia: Honey, she's been isolated her whole life. She has a lot of catching up to do. I can help her with that.
Lucas: I'm not arguing with you.
Felicia: And I'm crazy about her and I have all the money she would ever need ‑‑ for anything she needs.
Lucas: What she needs is time to get over the death of her mother. Can you do that?
Felicia: Yes, of course I can.
Lucas: You can't push adoption on her, Fanny.
Felicia: What she needs right now is a home. I think that's what would help her, a little stability.
Lucas: Ok, but don't make it a cruise ship, ok? Let her lead her own life.
Felicia: I know.
Lucas: You know, she may not be ready to jump right into your world.
Felicia: Luke...what is it? You don't think this is such a good idea, do you?
Lucas: No, I didn't say that. If you want to adopt her, and she wants that ‑‑ great.
Lucas: But how do you know how Jenna feels?
Felicia: I know she needs somebody to count on. Ok, you're right; I'm also doing it for me. What? You think I'm being selfish, don't you? Is that it?
Lucas: No, I don't think that, but you just jump into everything feet first, with your eyes closed. I love you for that, but ‑‑
Lucas: But it's one way to get hurt. And there are a lot of questions we haven't answered about Jenna.
Felicia: Her father.
Lucas: You know, Gloria doesn't even want that guy near her.
Felicia: That's even more of a reason she should be with us right now.
Lucas: So, you've made up your mind.
Felicia: What if he finds out she exists? What if he comes looking for her? Then what?
Lucas: I just hope that Jenna wants this as badly as you do.
Felicia: You understand. You always do.
Lucas: Well, you're not that hard to read.
Felicia: I think I should ask her about it tonight.
Lucas: I was going to ask you something tonight.
Lucas: I was going to ask you to marry me.
Cass: Tell me about Kathleen.
Jake: First, I want to thank you for representing Marley.
Jake: For believing that she was innocent.
Cass: Well, it wasn't her, and she is innocent.
Jake: I don't care what anybody says. There's no way that she ‑‑
Cass: Jake, Marley is off limits. I'm not talking about her or the case.
Jake: You mean officially?
Cass: I mean at all. I'm here because of Kathleen. What do you know?
Jake: I don't know any more than you do.
Cass: What did she tell you?
Jake: She said she was glad that I was ok.
Cass: What else? Did she seem like she was in any kind of danger?
Jake: Cass, the conversation that Kathleen and I had was private.
Cass: Jake, what did she tell you?
Jake: I'll make you a deal. You tell me about Marley, and I'll tell you about Kathleen. Interested?
Frankie: Cass is furious with you.
Kathleen: I'm well aware of that, Frankie.
Frankie: And he doesn't believe that half‑baked story either.
Kathleen: He should.
Frankie: Oh, you were so angry with him that you let him believe you were dead. Come on, Kathleen, I get angry at him, too, and I'd crawl across Alaska on all fours to be with him.
Kathleen: Yes, I know how much you love him, Frankie.
Frankie: You're right, I love him, and we're happy, and I'm not going to sit by and watch you trash what we have.
Kathleen: I am not trying to do that.
Frankie: Then why did you show up here? And why did you feed him that obviously phony story?
Kathleen: It's not a phony story.
Frankie: Come on, Kathleen, Cass knows you ‑‑ and now I do, too. You have never been this helpless waif who sits around waiting to be rescued. That's garbage.
Kathleen: I can see why Cass likes you.
Frankie: Cass loves me. He's my husband.
Kathleen: Technically, maybe.
Frankie: If you want him back, why aren't you honest enough to just say so?
Kathleen: I don't want him back. It's the last thing that I want.
Frankie: What kind of person are you? You have a man like Cass and you treat him like this. You let him blame himself for your death and then you traipse all over the planet with another guy. And then when he's finally over you, you show up just to let him know that you don't want him anymore.
Kathleen: I didn't want to hurt Cass. I didn't even mean to see Cass.
Frankie: He's convinced you're in real trouble, Kathleen. He's really worried about you.
Kathleen: He is?
Frankie: Yes, he is. And now I am worried about him. He is not going to let this go.
Kathleen: He has to. You have to convince him, Frankie.
Kathleen: I don't know, but we're on the same side; believe me.
Frankie: He knows you're lying, Kathleen. You say you have a new life, you have a new lover. You say you've moved on.
Kathleen: That's right.
Frankie: Then why are you still here? Why won't you leave us alone?
Kathleen: Joe and I are leaving Bay City tonight.
Frankie: For how long?
Kathleen: For good. I give you my word.
Frankie: Save it. For some reason, that doesn't mean very much to me.
Ryan: So, Donna was paying this guy top dollar just to keep his mouth shut.
Vicky: So, she was in a garage with a broken‑down car when Jake was shot?
Ryan: Mm‑hmm, and the repairs took about two hours, so it was impossible for her to go to the loft that night.
Vicky: An iron‑clad alibi.
Bridget: Wasn't it good that that man came forward?
Ryan: Well, no, he didnít. Michael tracked him down and persuaded him to talk.
Vicky: All right, all right, my mother has been released?
Ryan: No, um, Michael doesn't want to go to the D.A. with this yet.
Vicky: Why not?
Ryan: Well, the mechanic's testimony will clear Donna of the attempted murder charge, but ‑‑
Vicky: But Morgan could still go after her for perjury.
Ryan: Right, and probably obstruction of justice, as well.
Bridget: But does that mean Miss Donna will go to prison?
Ryan: I don't know. Maybe.
Bridget: Oh. Well, what was that? I think I hear Steven crying.
Ryan: I didn't hear anything.
Bridget: Oh, yes, I think so. I'll be back in just a minute.
Ryan: Was Steven crying?
Vicky: No, she likes to watch him sleep. It calms her down. All right, let me get this straight. My mother is not guilty.
Vicky: Oh, uh, I've gotta hand it to my Dad. He just doesn't give up.
Ryan: I wish you were more like him.
Vicky: Well, I'm not. I'm like her. I guess that's my problem. Well, boy, I guess that's why he called me ‑‑ to tell me this.
Ryan: It's good news.
Vicky: For Donna, not for Marley.
Ryan: Yeah, I was getting to that.
Vicky: If my mother didn't shoot him, who did?
Ryan: Any ideas?
Vicky: You think I did it. That is why you've come here.
Ryan: That is not what I said!
Vicky: You came here pretending to be the good cop and I fell right into your trap. I am so stupid!
Ryan: Vicky, I know that you didn't shoot Jake.
Vicky: Then, why are you here?
Ryan: I came here to tell you about your mother and I also came here to make you give us another chance.
Vicky: Pardon me?
Ryan: That's right, Vicky, I want you back.
[Soft rock music playing]
Dean: Jenna, I'll get that. Well, very nice timing. Thank you. The work is all done. I got it, I got it.
Matt: Oh, I owe you ‑‑ both of you.
Lindsey: I'm sorry we didn't do so much. We sort of lost track of the time.
Dean: Matt, Matt, it's getting late, man. You gotta be in tip‑top shape for tomorrow.
Matt: Oh, I have a billion things to do before I take off.
Lindsey: Mm, I was thinking...
Lindsey: Why don't I meet you out in L.A.?
Matt: You're kidding me?
Lindsey: Mm‑mm, my parents are out there at a conference, and I bet Daddy could arrange for a few introductions.
Matt: I'm completely booked. Maybe we'll do it some other time.
Lindsey: I'm sure we could find something for me to do.
Dean: Lindsey, doll, don't underestimate yourself. You are incredibly distracting. It's a business trip, honey, come on.
Matt: Yeah, Dean's right. I have to be focused. And with you there, that would be very difficult. I ‑‑ I think I should take you home right now.
Dean: Matt, Matt, Matt, you gotta wait for that phone call, don't you? Why don't I run Lindsey home? It's no big deal; it's on my way.
Lindsey: You don't have to do that.
Dean: It's no trouble. I don't mind one bit.
Matt: I'd appreciate it.
Lindsey: What about Jenna?
Matt: I'm going to take her home. I have to talk to Felicia about a couple of names.
Lindsey: At this hour?
Jenna: Yeah, Felicia stays up writing all the time.
Lindsey: So, I guess this is good‑bye?
Dean: Ok, you ready to roll, Linds?
Lindsey: I'll miss you. Will you call?
Matt: You know I will.
Dean: Lindsey? Linds?
Lindsey: I'll be right there.
Lindsey: Bye, Matt.
Lindsey: Let's go.
Jake: All right, let's start with Marley. How serious is she with Jamie?
Cass: You'll have to ask her.
Jake: I know they're in Nice. When are they coming back?
Cass: I honestly don't know.
Jake: Cass, you're holding out on me.
Cass: Jake, it doesn't matter what I say. You've lost her. The sooner you face that, the better.
Cass: What you did will never go away. Do you understand? You've got a lot to answer for, Jake.
Jake: How is Marley?
Cass: How do you think Marley is? You put her and her whole family through hell. Are you going to tell me about Kathleen?
Jake: I don't know any more than you do.
Cass: We'll see.
Jake: She said she survived the plane crash and ‑‑
Cass: And what?
Jake: Things are different. Her life is different.
Cass: She didn't tell you why she was hiding?
Jake: She said the details didn't matter that much.
Cass: Why not?
Jake: She was worried about me. She meant it. I could tell.
Cass: Why was she so worried?
Jake: She thought I was going to die.
Cass: And that's why she didn't tell you about herself?
Jake: I guess she loves me.
Cass: Well, you're here, you're fine, and she's still not talking.
Jake: She said she was gonna leave tonight.
Cass: Did she say anything about what happened to you?
Jake: She wanted to know who did it.
Cass: Did she seem as though she knew who that might be? So, what did you tell her? Did you tell her you didn't remember who did it?
Jake: I told her I had very strong feelings about who shot me.
Cass: Is that the truth?
Jake: It was a woman. Not Marley.
I can't see the face.
Cass: And that satisfied Kathleen?
Jake: It seemed to.
Cass: Did she seem scared?
Joe: Finally. I was about to send the nurse in there after you.
Kathleen: That would've been smart.
Cass: It's Kathleen.
Joe: Well, we've gotta get to the airport. Let's go.
Cass: You're not leaving.
Kathleen: Yes, I am. At least this time we get to say good‑bye.
Vicky: I made a clean break.
Ryan: No, you ran away.
Vicky: I'm starting over.
Ryan: This is nothing new. You've done this before. You just can't seem to face anything.
Vicky: I am so sick of you judging me.
Ryan: So, what are you gonna do? Keep on doing this until you self‑destruct?
Vicky: Well, I'm certainly not going to scream at trains for the rest of my life.
Ryan: I thought you liked to scream.
Vicky: I don't like screaming! Don't do this to me! You don't even know everything, Ryan. My family doesn't even want me around.
Ryan: So, what? Do you think they're perfect?
Vicky: My father and Marley are.
Ryan: You know what the problem is with your family?
Ryan: None of you know how to trust. You make these noble sacrifices, these grand gestures, and they never ever work.
Vicky: Oh, God, so now it's not just me; my entire family is messed up now.
Ryan: If Marley had done what she wanted to ‑‑ not what you wanted her to do, not what Jake wanted her to do ‑‑ everything would've been fine. None of this would've happened.
Vicky: No, if I had ‑‑
Ryan: She would've said, I'm going to be with Jamie! To hell with everybody else!
Vicky: If I had told the truth, then none of this would've happened.
Ryan: Yeah, you're probably right.
Vicky: But I can't take it back. It's done.
Ryan: No, it is not done, Vicky. You and I are not finished, no matter what you say.
Vicky: Ryan, it takes two.
Ryan: I know. It takes one to wreck a good thing. Your mother is living proof of that.
Vicky: Oh, so, now we're both weaklings, is that it?
Ryan: No, it ‑‑ people do love you. You're just too blind to see it. Why can't you just allow things to be what they are?
Vicky: Can you do that?
Ryan: Yeah, and I know that the reason you walked away from me was because you were afraid that you were going to blow it. And I also know that I'm willing to take a risk.
Vicky: So I'm the villain?
Ryan: No. You're the fool. You have love right in front of you. All you have to do is reach out and take it.
Felicia: Oh, my God, I ruined this.
Lucas: Of course you didnít.
Felicia: Yes, I did. You wanted to leave the party so you could take me to the paradise.
Lucas: Well, yes, I did want to surprise you. I wasn't exactly really too smooth with this.
Felicia: Well, how could you be? I've been going on and on about Jenna for the last two hours.
Lucas: I'm not complaining.
Felicia: Well, you should be. You were so romantic. You bought champagne...
Lucas: Come on, honey, I didn't want it to seem that unusual.
Felicia: I'm so thick sometimes. I'm so sorry.
Lucas: This is meant to be.
Felicia: We do have a lot of unfinished stuff between us.
Lucas: Yes, yes. The first time I met you, I loved you, I wanted you.
Felicia: I felt the same way about you.
Lucas: Then, we just have to claim what we lost. I want this to be a natural next step for us. That's all.
Felicia: You think it can be?
Lucas: Yes, I want to marry you.
Felicia: You really do?
Lucas: Oh, Fanny, I've loved you since I was 17 years old. You've always been in the deepest part of my heart. I never thought I'd spend a few days with you. Can you imagine what it's like to think that I was going to spend the rest of my life with you? Oh, God, I wish I was better with words.
Felicia: You're doing just fine. Believe me.
Lucas: You've given me back the best of myself. You've given me back all the happiness that I thought I'd never have.
Felicia: You really think I've done that?
Lucas: You've given me a new life.
Felicia: You know, I used to dream that we would find each other someday. I always sort of saw it on top of the Empire State building or on a cruise ship, somewhere romantic.
Lucas: So, what's wrong?
Felicia: Oh, Luke. Lord, I've been married a few times now.
Lucas: Oh, I see. And if this doesn't work out, you won't have any of those dreams to fall back on.
Lucas: Well, you won't need them. The best is yet to come. You know that. I can feel it.
Felicia: I do know it. My life is so wonderful now that you're back in it.
Lucas: So, what do you say?
Lucas: Will you marry me?
Cass: You still haven't told me where you're going. Is it New Orleans?
Joe: We move around a lot.
Kathleen: Let's make this quick, Cass. You remember how I hate good‑byes.
Cass: I remember a lot more than that.
Kathleen: Take care of yourself.
Cass: It doesn't have to be this way.
Kathleen: Cass, I know how you hate for me to call the shots, but this time you really have to trust me.
Cass: No, not until I understand why you're doing this.
Joe: Kathleen, we have to get on that plane.
Kathleen: We will. Please, don't push this, Cass. You have a good life for yourself now. You found somebody to love. You don't need me anymore.
Cass: That's not the point.
Kathleen: Yes, it is. What we had is over. Just forget about me, ok? Just be happy. It's what you were doing before.
Cass: Everything has changed. Can't you see that?
Kathleen: Go home. Let Frankie love you.
Are you all right?
Cass: I'm fine, I'm fine. A car backfired. I overreacted.
Kathleen: I thought you ‑‑
Cass: I know what you thought.
Frankie: You thought someone took a shot at Cass.
Kathleen: No, no.
Joe: Jake's shooting has kind of gotten to her.
Kathleen: Yeah, he's right, I haven't been sleeping.
Cass: No, I saw your face. You were terrified for me. Is someone after you? Is that why you wanted to know who shot Jake?
Joe: Let's go, baby.
Cass: Answer me, Kathleen!
Kathleen: Cass, please, just forget it.
Kathleen: Let go of me.
Joe: Let go of her.
Kathleen: Cass, I want you out of my life ‑‑ permanently.
[Car doors slam]
Frankie: She still loves you.
Lucas: I wanted to do it right this time.
Felicia: You know, I did love the cigar bands when we were 17 and didn't have any money.
Lucas: We had so much love then. You know, you don't have to do this right away. You take as long as you want to think about it.
Felicia: I don't have to think about it. I want to marry you.
Lucas: You do?
Lucas: I was sure you'd want a little time, though.
Felicia: No, I've been thinking about it for a while, in fact.
Lucas: Oh, you knew I was going to propose to you?
Felicia: You're not exactly too hard to read either. Besides, all that we've been through, it sort of seems undeniable, doesn't it?
Lucas: But I thought you were going to stall until you worked out things with Jenna.
Felicia: I have loved you my whole life. If Jennaís going to live with me, she's going to have to accept both of us.
Lucas: If you say so.
Felicia: I do. So...
Felicia: What do you think? Want to try it on my finger?
Lucas: I think so. Ooh, let's see, let's see.
Felicia: Yes, oh.
Matt: Sounds great. No, no, no, you pick the restaurant. I don't know L.A. Very well. Ok, let me write this down. Yeah. Ok. All right, I'll see you then. Bye‑bye. We can go.
Jenna: Is that the phone call you were waiting for?
Matt: Yes, yeah, yes, it was.
Jenna: That's good.
Matt: That's the phone call.
Jenna: Matt, are you nervous?
Matt: I'm just afraid to make a fool out of myself, you know?
Jenna: Don't be silly. You're gonna do a great job. I know this trip is gonna be very successful for you.
Matt: The party was good, wasn't it? You had a good time, huh?
Jenna: Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Everybody said so.
Matt: I was really surprised to see you when you came in.
Jenna: Why? You didn't think I would come?
Matt: No, no, you look completely different.
Jenna: Oh, well, I told you I wanted to do something different.
Matt: Well, you look great. Did you have a good time?
Jenna: Yeah, I had a wonderful time.
Matt: You were miserable.
Jenna: No, I wasnít.
Matt: What was it? The food? Dean? The music? Dean.
Jenna: No, no, he was very nice. It's just that I'm just not a very good dancer.
Matt: I can fix that.
Jenna: You can?
Matt: Of course I can.
Jenna: What if I step on your feet?
Matt: Well, that's ok. That's a risk I'll take. Now, I want you to relax and just feel the music.
No, no, don't try to anticipate anything. Just relax and I'll guide you. Look, see that?
Jenna: You make it so easy.
Matt: It is easy.
Jenna: Tell me about the kind of music that you like to listen to.
Matt: You really want to know?
Jenna: Yeah, if you don't mind telling me.
Matt: Well, I'm not into hip‑hop. I think Dean has more of a mainstream type of sound.
Vicky: I do not need you to analyze me. I know what I feel.
Ryan: Oh, and that scares you to death, doesn't it? Why am I even still here?
Vicky: I don't know. Why don't you leave?
Ryan: I will.
Ryan: But if I do go, you'll lose.
Vicky: I'll what?
Ryan: Mm‑hmm, you just can't see it. So, until you can see it, I guess I'm just going to have to have enough faith for the both of us.
Vicky: Why don't you go back to Amanda? Maybe this will impress her.
Ryan: Ok, I'm leaving, but I'm not going away. You are so scared of being like your mother, but you just don't see it, do you? Your mother did a wonderful, strong, noble thing.
Vicky: My mother slept with Jake.
Ryan: And she made up for it. She put Marley first. You ‑‑ you have the same instincts. I see it when you're with your sister, the way that you care for her, the way that you care for me.
Vicky: There is nothing that you can say to make me change my mind.
Think about that.
Vicky: Get out. Get out!
Ryan: Don't tell me that you're starting to feel something.
Vicky: Ry ‑‑ don't do this to me. I am getting over you.
Ryan: Yeah, I can tell.
Vicky: I am! After... losing 52 pounds.
Dean: What's the matter with you, Lindsey?
Dean: You're never usually this quiet. You're mad at Matt for taking Jenna home?
Lindsey: Of course not. Matt told Felicia he'd bring her home. It's an obligation.
Dean: Good ole responsible Matt.
Lindsey: I think it's good of him to be so nice to Jenna. Poor kid doesn't have any family or friends or anything, you know?
Dean: Matt's a straight‑up guy, Matt is. Too bad he's all wrong for you.
Lindsey: Excuse me?
Dean: Don't look so tweaked, Lindsey. You know it, I know it.
Lindsey: I know nothing of the sort.
Dean: Come on, Lindsey, there's kissing and hugging, but there's no heat, there's no chemistry.
Lindsey: And you're the expert.
Dean: I see you working very hard, but you're not gonna make it happen. It's either there or it isn't, right?
Lindsey: How would you know?
Dean: Well, if it's there ‑‑ if it's there, both people ‑‑ they can feel it, don't you think?
I don't think so.
Dean: I can't do this to Matt. See, we're friends and I couldn't hurt him like this.
Jenna: Well, thank you for bringing me home tonight. I had a really wonderful time.
Matt: Good. I'm glad.
Jenna: And I know your trip is gonna go great, so don't worry, ok?
Matt: Oh, cross your fingers, just in case.
Jenna: I will, I will. I bet it's exciting though.
Jenna: I don't know ‑‑ going to an airport, waiting for the plane to come and wondering where all the people are going.
Matt: Wait a minute. You've never been on a plane?
Jenna: I told you, there are a lot of things I've never done before.
Matt: When Dean's first release hits the charts, I'm going to take you for a ride on my private jet.
Jenna: You have a private jet?
Matt: I will if we get a hit.
Matt: I'm gonna hold you to that. Hey.
Felicia: Hey, you two. You ever gonna come inside?
Matt: I really can't; I have to go.
Felicia: Aw ‑‑ oh, wait. I need to give you that list for your trip.
Matt: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Felicia: Come on.
Matt: Forgot about that.
Lucas: You two look like you had fun.
Matt: Yeah, it was.
Jenna: We did.
Felicia: Great. All right, Matt, here you go. Now, they all love me.
Matt: You sure?
Felicia: Or at least remind them, if you have to.
Matt: Ok. Thanks a lot.
Felicia: You're welcome. Have a good trip.
Matt: I will. See you when I get back.
Lucas and Jenna: Bye, Matt.
Jenna: Good luck.
Felicia: Well, come on, tell me. How was your evening?
Jenna: Oh, I had a wonderful time.
Jenna: What's that?
Felicia: I also had a wonderful evening.
Jenna: I see. You two are engaged.
Lucas: As of tonight, yeah.
Jenna: Congratulations. That's wonderful.
Felicia: Thank you.
Jenna: I'm sure you want to be alone, so I ‑‑ I'll say good night.
Felicia: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute. This does not change anything.
Jenna: It doesn't?
Felicia: I mean between you and me. In fact, Luke and I want you to be part of both our lives.
Jenna: You do?
Felicia: Yes, we do. In fact, I want to adopt you.
Frankie: What are you feeling?
Cass: I can't really put my finger on it.
Cass: And empty.
Frankie: What else?
Cass: I'm just scared for her, Frankie.
Frankie: I know, I know you are.
Cass: And I'm sorry that you have to go through this, too, that you have to be hurt, too.
Frankie: Hey, I'm pretty tough. Don't forget that.
Cass: I've had enough brave faces for one day, ok?
Cass: I don't want to hurt you.
Frankie: I know you don't, but what hurts most is when I don't know what you're feeling.
Cass: I'll get it. Hello.
Jake: Hey, Cass, it's Jake. I've been thinking about what you said.
Jake: Kathleen kept asking me over and over who shot me, like it was personal with her.
Cass: Go on.
Jake: She said something that I forgot about until just a minute ago.
Jake: She said that other lives could depend on this.
Cass: What did she mean?
Jake: I don't know, but it was like she felt responsible for me being shot.
Jenna: So, you want to adopt me.
Felicia: Honey, I just wanted you to know how I feel, and I think we need to talk about it.
Lucas: Now, I'm sure you'll have a lot of questions.
Felicia: I just don't want you to ever feel that you have to be alone again. You will always have a home with us.
Jenna: How do you feel about this, Lucas?
Lucas: I love Felicia, and this means the world to her. We both missed out on our chance to raise our own child.
Jenna: I see.
Lucas: I know you have heard about the way I used to live, but I've changed.
Jenna: That's what Felicia tells me.
Lucas: It's going to take time for you to learn to trust me. I know that. I just hope that you'll give me that time.
Jenna: You're right, I ‑‑ I do need to think about this, and I'm really tired right now.
Felicia: Of course you are.
Jenna: So, good night.
Felicia: Good night, honey.
Jenna: I'm glad Lucas makes you so happy. Good night, Lucas.
Lucas: Good night, Jenna.
Felicia: Was that as bad as I thought it was?
Lucas: No, no, no, we had to start somewhere.
Felicia: Yeah, I'd like to start on the right foot.
Lucas: So would I. I want us to have what we want and all the things that we've missed.
Felicia: Oh, Luke. You think that's possible?
Lucas: Oh, holding you, I know it is.
Bridget: Tell me what happened.
Vicky: Oh, come on, Bridget, you had your ear to the wall the whole time.
Bridget: Oh, Victoria, I didnít.
Vicky: I'm starved. Where's our moo goo gai pan?
Bridget: Well, it's on its way. Ouch! Oh, dear. Do you know that the first bit of them have already got lost? I found that out when I was talking to them on the telephone.
Vicky: It's just my luck. Now it's going to be cold when it gets here.
Bridget: Come on, now tell me all about Ryan, hmm?
Vicky: Bridget, nothing has changed. It's over with us.
Bridget: But he came all the way up here to Chicago. Sometimes I think you have too much pride for your own good.
Vicky: How did he know how to find me? Bridget?
Bridget: Oh, well, he's a policeman, you know, he's very resourceful.
Vicky: Especially if he has a lot of help. You are a traitor, you're a traitor, Bridget!
Bridget: One day you're going to thank me for doing this.
Vicky: You're an absolute traitor, you.
Bridget: Oh, no, I'm not, I'm not.
Vicky: You're saved by the bell.
Bridget: Well, that's our dinner. [Laughing] Oh, dear.
Ryan: Let's see ‑‑
Ryan: We've got moo goo gai pan, we've got sweet and sour ‑‑
Vicky: How did you get this?
Ryan: You change your mind?
Vicky: No, and I wonít.
Ryan: Vicky, just remember; whenever you turn around, I'll be there.
Vicky: Ryan, get out!
Ryan: Ah‑ah‑ah. You can count on it.
Vicky: Get ‑‑ get! He's impossible.
Bridget: Well, he loves you, dear. That's it.
Flight attendant: Good evening. Welcome to flight 22 to New Orleans. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare to take off. Our flying time this evening will be approximately two hours and 40 minutes.
Kathleen: I wish it wasn't night.
Joe: He's not coming.
I'm sorry. It has to be this way. I know I've said it many times before, but now it will get easier.
Frankie: What are you going to do?
Cass: I'm not sure.
Frankie: I am. You've got to go after her.
Frankie: What choice do we have? We can't live with this hanging over our lives.
Cass: She's slamming doors in my face and you want me to follow her?
Frankie: What I want is for this to be over, and that's not going to happen until we find out the truth.
Cass: I know. You're right. It's the only way, isn't it?
Frankie: Yeah. So, you'll call the airlines and I'll pack your bag.
Cass: I love you more now than I ever have before. Just in case you were wondering.
Frankie: I hope you'll still feel that way when you come back from New Orleans.
Cass: You're not going with me?
Frankie: No, you'll find out more if I'm not there.
Frankie: You know I'm telling the truth.
Cass: I love you.
Frankie: Kiss me when you come home. Don't worry. I'll be here.
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