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Another World Transcript Monday 2/12/07
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John: Well, your pressure is normal. Looks like you're gonna live. Don't stay too long.
Paulina: I won’t.
John: He needs his rest.
Jake: I'm not exactly John's favorite patient.
Paulina: He is Marley’s uncle.
Jake: Yeah, everybody treats me like they wish I was still in a coma or worse.
Paulina: You caused a lot of pain, Jake.
Jake: I can't wait to get out of here. I can make up for some of the hurt I caused these people.
Paulina: Have you figured out a way to pay your bill?
Jake: [Laughs] Well, I'm working on it.
Paulina: I'm sorry I can't help you.
Jake: Don't be so sure.
Paulina: I told you, Rachel cut me off.
Jake: You're dating Grant Harrison, right?
Jake: Well, Grant's Daddy is every bit as wealthy as Rachel.
Frankie: They have phones in New Orleans, Cass. Reach out and touch Frankie now.
[Knock at door]
Stacey: Frankie, hi ‑‑
Frankie: Stace, hi ‑‑
Stacey: I'm sorry to barge in like this.
Frankie: What's up?
Stacey: Is Cass around? Cass!
Stacey: I'm in trouble.
Cass: You don't have to live in the shadows anymore.
Joe: Kathleen goes back to Bay City in less than a week, she's dead.
Cass: It won't happen. I won't let it.
Joe: She's in a witness protection program because no one can keep her alive otherwise.
Cass: Till now.
Joe: Leave this to professionals, Winthrop.
Kathleen: What do you want to do?
Joe: Kathleen, I am going to keep you alive.
Kathleen: You're trying to keep me alive. He's trying to give me my life back.
Joe: This guy doesn't know what he's talking about.
Kathleen: You don't know him. I want to hear what Cass has to say.
Frankie: What kind of trouble?
Stacey: Frankie, have you ever cared about one of your clients?
Frankie: I care about all of my clients.
Stacey: Uh‑uh, I mean, have you really cared about one of your clients?
Frankie: Oh, I see. You're involved with one of your clients?
Stacey: Yeah ‑‑ no, uh, sort of.
Frankie: It wasn't a multiple choice question, Stace.
Stacey: [Sighs] Frankie, I've discovered that I have feelings for Michael Hudson.
Frankie: Oh, boy.
Stacey: Yeah, exactly, like he doesn't have enough trouble of his own.
Frankie: You two do spend a lot of time together.
Stacey: Yeah, and I've gotten to know what kind of man he is.
Frankie: And you like what you see, huh?
Stacey: He's strong, he's warm, he's caring ‑‑
Frankie: He's married, he's ‑‑
Stacey: Married. He wants me to handle his divorce.
Frankie: He what?
Stacey: He says that he can never go back to Donna no matter what happens.
Frankie: Wow. Does he know how you feel about him?
Stacey: No, I mean, I don't think he does.
Frankie: Are you going to tell him?
Stacey: No way. Frankie, when I'm with him, he is warm and charming and very professional. I'm sure he thinks of me as ‑‑ as his lawyer and nothing else, and I don't know what I'm going to do. What should I do?
Frankie: The first thing you should do is have dinner with me.
Stacey: [Scoffs] No ‑‑ I mean, no offense.
Stacey: I'm just such a bummer right now. I don't think you want to be around me.
Frankie: Join the club, sweetheart.
Stacey: I don't know, sometimes I just feel like I'm doomed or something.
Stacey: It's like, every time I'm always attracted to the wrong man.
Donna: I want you back.
Michael: Oh, pick up where we left off?
Donna: I'm free now. I want us to make a new start.
Michael: A new start after everything that's happened.
Donna: I can't change what's happened. I can only make things different from now on.
Michael: I don't believe what you're telling me, Donna.
Donna: Michael, my life is in a shambles.
Michael: Your life, Donna, your life?
Donna: All right, our lives. But the healing has to start somewhere.
Michael: I agree with that.
Donna: Then you can help me. You can forgive me.
Michael: Can you forgive yourself?
Donna: I've had plenty of time to think about who I am, about what I've done, how I've alienated everybody ‑‑
Donna: And I want to change, and I know I can change, and I will change.
Michael: Just like that?
Donna: No, not just like that. You have to let me prove myself to you. You have to stop the divorce proceedings.
Michael: All right, Donna. I agree. I agree that you deserve a fresh start.
Donna: Good. I knew you'd say that.
Joe: All right, all right, all right, let's hear this miracle plan.
Cass: The day that guy sabotaged Kathleen’s plane was the day he took control of her life.
Kathleen: I knew too much about his operation.
Cass: So mister big spends a few years in the slammer. And in the meantime, Kathleen winds up being sentenced to life on the run. Fantastic planning on the part of you and your colleagues, I might add.
Joe: Is this a plan or witless commentary?
Cass: Does this guy that Kathleen turned evidence on know she's alive?
Joe: We kept her existence a secret.
Cass: That fills me with confidence, Joe. This guy has money. He's got power. He probably has an army of hired assassins by now.
Joe: My people are not idiots.
Cass: No, you're all geniuses. That's why it took Frankie and me about 10 minutes to spot Kathleen.
Kathleen: Now wait, that was my fault. Joe warned me.
Cass: It's a wonder this maniac isn't at our door as we speak.
Kathleen: Can we skip the setup and just get to the optimistic part here?
Cass: Could you stop interrupting me, please?
Cass: Fine. So anyway, you two keep moving around, looking over your shoulders, wondering if every room service waiter has a luger tucked in his cummerbund.
Kathleen: You've made your point, Cass.
Cass: But there is one place that Kathleen can go where this guy wouldn't dare follow her.
Joe: Oh, I can't wait to hear this.
Cass: Are you brave enough to come with me?
Joe: She's not going anywhere until I find out what the hell you are talking about.
Cass: We hide her in plain sight.
Joe: Are you making this up as you go along?
Cass: The first thing we do is we go back to Bay City and call a press conference.
Joe: Oh, and what follows that, a cocktail reception for hit men?
Kathleen: What do I tell everyone?
Cass: The whole story – name, names, places, the whole nine yards.
Kathleen: And then what?
Cass: You tell them you're back in town to stay.
Iris: I told you, Rachel, we're going to have a wonderful time.
Rachel: I don't know why I let you talk me into this.
Franco: Good evening, Mrs. Cory, Ms. Wheeler.
Iris: Franco, is our table ready?
Franco: Right this way.
Rachel: I was in the middle of a pile of work, Iris.
Iris: Oh, we're going to have such fun.
Rachel: We never have fun together.
Franco: May I have the waiter bring you something from the bar?
Iris: Oh, yes, I'd like a martini, very, very dry ‑‑ oh, and two olives, thank you.
Rachel: Club soda, please. I don't understand why you are so intent on us having a girls' night out.
Iris: Because it's time that the Cory women were seen out in public.
Iris: Because we're fabulous, fantastic, beautiful, wonderful women, that's why.
Iris: So, a little bit of advertising and no more of those lonely, dateless nights.
Rachel: Is that what this is all about?
Iris: [Sighs] You can't tell me you'd honestly stay home and do all that boring work.
Rachel: Iris, I have absolutely no interest in dating.
Iris: Rachel, you can't let your experience with Ken ‑‑
Rachel: Ken is off limits.
Iris: Fine, we do share a common bond.
Rachel: Oh, please, Iris.
Iris: Rachel, when Daddy died, we were absolutely devastated. Neither of us is ever going to stop loving him, and I guess that's why I'm still sort of concerned about you.
Rachel: Well, you don't need to be. I'm perfectly fine.
Iris: You cannot cut off the rest of your life. There is so much out there.
Rachel: Thank you very much, Iris. I'll keep that in mind.
Iris: And I certainly don't intend to spend the rest of my life alone.
Rachel: You miss Lucas.
Iris: Yes, and I intend to have a man in my life, even if I have to buy one.
Rachel: Oh, no, look out Madonna. Here comes the original "material girl."
Iris: Oh, you know what they say, if you've got it, spend it.
Rachel: Why not?
Iris: Thank you.
Sharlene: Grant, hi.
Grant: Sharlene, for two people that are healthy, we spend a lot of time in this place.
Sharlene: Well, I just came by to have dinner with John.
Grant: Gregory wasn't invited?
Sharlene: No, I left him with the sitter, yeah.
Grant: Oh, well, I'm ‑‑ I'm waiting for Paulina.
Sharlene: Oh, do that a lot?
Grant: Well, she's ‑‑ she's visiting Jake, and she kind of feels sorry for the guy.
Sharlene: Well, she's the only one who does.
Grant: [Chuckles] You know Paulina, she's got a mind of her own.
Sharlene: Well, I hope it works out for you if that's what you want.
Grant: What about you being back with John and having Gregory, and ‑‑ is it everything you'd hoped for?
Sharlene: Besides a few sleepless nights, yeah. John and I have never been happier.
Grant: Well, that's great. Well, then the whole Taylor Benson thing has ‑‑ has all passed, right? I'm glad. That's great. Listen, you take care. It's nice to see ‑‑
Sharlene: Grant, please, is that what you were trying to say to me at the christening?
Grant: Look, I ‑‑ I don't want to make any trouble.
Sharlene: Sure, you do.
Grant: It's just that while you were away, I mean, Taylor, she put some pretty strong moves on John.
Sharlene: Strong moves?
Grant: Well, I guess she figured the two of you were finished, so she figured John was fair game.
Sharlene: Where did you get this, Grant?
Grant: Subtlety has never been one of Taylor’s strong points, you know?
Sharlene: You're not just saying this?
Grant: What would I have to gain?
Sharlene: Well, did John seem uncomfortable about this when I was ‑‑
Grant: No, no, no, I mean, John, believe me, he was ‑‑ he was fine. He was true blue. I guess Taylor never quite counted on the strength of your relationship. And believe me, I know what that's all about.
Sharlene: You did care for me once. Are you sure that you're not just reading into what you saw?
Grant: Sharlene, believe me, I know ‑‑ I know a serious come‑on when I see it.
Sharlene: Could ‑‑ could you grab a cup of coffee with me?
Grant: I'd really love to, but, you know, I'm really kind of in a hurry ‑‑
Sharlene: Please, Grant. It's important, please?
Grant: Sure, if it means that much to you.
Paulina: I can't ask Grant for money.
Jake: The money I need would be small change to him.
Paulina: My relationship to Grant isn't even close to where I could impose something like that ‑‑
Jake: If I could just get enough for a down payment, they'd spring me from this place. I could get a fresh start ‑‑
Paulina: Jake ‑‑
Jake: Stop burdening everyone.
Paulina: I can’t. Everybody's telling him that I'm ‑‑ I'm a gold digger as it is.
Jake: I thought you wanted to help.
Paulina: There must be another way for you to get money.
Jake: The only money I've seen since I woke up was the money Connie Kaminsky gave me for the interview.
Paulina: Somebody paid you for an interview?
Jake: Mm‑hmm. Maybe I could sell my story to "Brava."
Paulina: You'd talk to Iris?
Jake: "The night I almost bought it," by Jake McKinnon.
Paulina: Yeah, yeah, I suppose she would be very interested.
Jake: I need a better ending than that.
Paulina: What do you mean?
Jake: Well, if I could just remember who shot me, I could ‑‑ I could put that in the article. That would give me the kind of bucks I need.
Paulina: The doctors say that might never happen.
Jake: Come on, Paulina, you have to think positively.
Jake: I mean, even if Iris isn't interested, there's other ways to work it out.
Paulina: What are you thinking?
Jake: Well, if I could remember who shot me, then I could hire a top notch lawyer and sue that person for everything they're worth.
Donna: Just one more chance. All I want is one more try.
Michael: Fine, well, you better make the most of it.
Donna: You won't regret this.
Michael: Not with me, Donna.
Donna: You just said that I deserve another ‑‑
Michael: No, you deserve a fresh start. You deserve a new beginning at life, not with me.
Donna: Michael, it won't be the same without you.
Michael: It's over, Donna, over.
Donna: I could make it work ‑‑
Michael: That's not possible.
Donna: I will make it work.
Michael: Not possible. Donna, I lost my son because you wouldn't tell me the truth about you and Jake.
Donna: I said I was sorry!
Michael: Well, you're not as sorry as I am!
Donna: I went to prison to protect Marley.
Michael: Donna, you took matters into your own hands one more time.
Donna: And you can't forgive me?
Michael: You betrayed me ‑‑ my love, and my trust.
Donna: Michael, I can't bear to lose you again.
Michael: You know, you keep saying that, but I have yet to see you act like it. So when Stacey files the divorce papers and sends them to you to sign, I would appreciate it if you would just sign them and return them to me.
Donna: Whatever you want.
Donna: How close have you and Stacey gotten?
Michael: She's my lawyer.
Donna: That's all?
Michael: And my friend.
Michael: The new Donna and the old Donna sure seem the same to me.
Joe: Back to Bay City to stay, brilliant, just brilliant.
Kathleen: What's wrong with it?
Joe: Got an hour?
Kathleen: Joe, if there is the slightest chance that I can get back everything that I have given up ‑‑
Joe: You might as well just hand Kathleen over to them.
Cass: They're not gonna get her.
Joe: Well, what about Vince or Mary or Jake or even your Frankie? You're pinning targets on their backs.
Cass: How long can Kathleen keep evading this guy?
Joe: She doesn't have a choice.
Cass: I don't agree. We go public, he's put on notice. If Kathleen or anyone she's connected to gets so much as a hang nail, he's busted.
Joe: Oh, yeah, and this guy has such reverence for the American judicial system.
Cass: He just got out of prison, right? Everybody's going to be watching him, right?
Kathleen: Joe ‑‑ Joe, everything has changed now. He's out of prison. He could go after my family anyway.
Cass: And if Kathleen is in hiding, all she'll be able to do is watch.
Joe: At least she'll be alive.
Cass: It will work.
Joe: Why don't you just admit it. You're still in love with Kathleen, and you want her back.
Grant: Taylor approached me on several occasions.
Grant: Well, I think she kind of thought of me as being an ally. She knew that I wasn't eager to see you and John go back together.
Sharlene: What did she say?
Grant: She just wanted to know if you had contacted me or if I had had any luck in finding you.
Sharlene: She was my therapist.
Grant: Yeah, but it was obvious to me that she wanted me to try making contact with you, keep seeing you.
Sharlene: What, leaving her a clear field for John?
Grant: She's a devious woman, Sharlene. I ‑‑ you've got to believe me.
Sharlene: Grant, please, do you swear that what you're telling me is true?
Grant: I guess I've earned your skepticism.
Sharlene: You never did have much use for Taylor, even when she was helping me.
Grant: Look, Sharlene, you have John. I have Paulina. What do I stand to gain?
Sharlene: I don't know.
Grant: You know, it's funny. I used to despise Taylor Benson, now I just pity her.
Sharlene: You'd think she would know better.
Grant: Did she ever say anything or do anything to make you suspicious?
Sharlene: She accused you of spreading rumors about her and a patient.
Grant: About the kid that she was working with in Philadelphia, those were not rumors.
Sharlene: I want the whole story.
Grant: He was obviously a very troubled young man who apparently fell in love and became obsessed with his ‑‑ with his therapist.
Grant: The day that she said that she couldn't work with him anymore, he ran his car right into the road divider.
Sharlene: Well, did the hospital board hold her responsible for that?
Grant: No, she was completely cleared of any complicity.
Sharlene: So it was just a terrible accident?
Grant: No ‑‑ or just a real stroke of luck for Taylor.
Sharlene: Why would you say that?
Grant: Because he made her sole beneficiary.
Sharlene: He was in love with her.
Grant: And he was also loaded. Taylor Benson is a very wealthy woman.
John: Hi, Taylor.
Taylor: Well, they actually let you off the patients' floors?
John: Hey, even Hippocrates got Wednesdays off for golf.
Taylor: Is that how that got started?
John: Yeah, sure. I'm meeting Sharlene for dinner.
Taylor: Oh, great.
John: Listen, I'm a little early. You want to have a cup of coffee?
Taylor: Why don't we try that new diner across the street?
John: I don't have that kind of time.
Taylor: Well, John, it's awful crowded in there.
John: At this hour?
Taylor: No, honest, trust me ‑‑
John: There has got to be a table in ‑‑
Taylor, don't protect me.
Taylor: I'm sorry.
John: How about a rain check on the coffee? I think I will go and talk to my wife.
Taylor: Can I give you a piece of friendly advice?
Taylor: Don't seem terribly upset or angry with Sharlene about this.
John: I won’t.
Taylor: Good. We wouldn't want to see her backslide any further.
Grant: Hello, John.
Grant: Sharlene said you were meeting her here for dinner.
John: Yeah, it's just about that time.
Grant: Well, listen, I'm late for a dinner engagement, too, so I'm gonna run. Take care, Sharlene.
Sharlene: Yeah, you, too.
Grant: See you, John.
Be careful, Dr. Benson. Your Freudian slip is showing.
John: What did he want?
Sharlene: What I said to you today about having doubts about Taylor ‑‑
Sharlene: I think I have a right to have them.
John: Because of something Grant said?
Sharlene: Not just that, John.
John: Sharlene, I know Grant is supposed to be over you, but I think that he would attack anyone who is trying to keep you healthy and away from him.
Sharlene: What is Taylor doing?
John: I don't know what you mean.
Sharlene: John, she came to you behind my back and told you I was seriously ill. I think her motives may be less than professional.
Paulina: Come on, Jake, you're smart. You're creative. All you have to do is get your business back.
Jake: Who's going to want to do business with a guy who made several people in Bay City mad enough to shoot him? It was in all the papers.
Paulina: You'll be fine.
Jake: I'm about as marketable as a flea collar in a pet cemetery.
Paulina: You'll work it out.
Jake: I need you, Paulina.
Paulina: Jake ‑‑
Jake: Come on, you're the only one that I can count on.
Jake: Congressman Harrison.
Grant: Hi, how are you feeling?
Jake: Coming along.
Grant: Good, glad to hear it.
Jake: Yeah, uh, Paulina’s told me a lot about you.
Paulina: What time did you say those reservations are for?
Jake: Young Turk of Capitol Hill, that's what they call you, right?
Grant: Among other things, sure.
Jake: Everybody tells me, and from what I hear, you have some future.
Grant: Well, I think that's probably up to the voters.
Jake: Maybe we could sit down sometime and talk about the future.
Grant: Sure, sure ‑‑
Paulina: I'm really hungry.
Grant: Listen, we have a reservation at Tops, and we're late as it is. So if you'll excuse us...
Paulina: Do you need anything before I go?
Jake: No, I'm just gonna sit here and thank God for getting my health back.
Grant: Yeah, that's the most important thing.
Jake: And maybe I'll work on getting my memory back.
Paulina: Bye, Jake.
Jake: $3,565 for blood tests, aye.
Grant: Did you pick up stray cats when you were a kid?
Paulina: Yes, but why would you ask me something like that?
Grant: Why else would you be so concerned about a guy like Jake McKinnon?
Cass: My feelings have nothing to do with this. I just want to make sure Kathleen is able to stop running.
Joe: Oh, and so it's just a coincidence that you get her back?
Cass: Everybody wins.
Joe: You're still in love with her.
Cass: Gee, I guess the wedding photographs were a dead giveaway, weren't they, Sherlock?
Joe: Do you love her enough to let her disappear and not contact her again?
Cass: If I thought that was what she really wanted.
Joe: That's what you're going to have to do.
Cass: Says you.
Joe: I've been staking my life on it for some time now.
Cass: Look, I really appreciate everything you've done. I really do.
Joe: I will keep her safe.
Cass: This is not about risk and danger. It's about you.
Cass: You're in love with Kathleen.
Kathleen: Oh, Cass.
Cass: It takes one to know one.
Kathleen: Yo, hello ‑‑
Cass: Hello ‑‑
Kathleen: Wait, can we stop talking about me like I'm not even in the room?
Kathleen: This is my life. This is my future and especially my decision.
Cass: Fight back, come home!
Joe: Would you two get this through your heads? The law cannot prevent him from killing her.
Kathleen: Joe, we have been running for so long.
Cass: Too long.
Joe: This guy will whack you, and there won't be any way to connect him to it.
Kathleen: I don't have a life without the people I love.
Joe: That's not true. This ‑‑ don't listen to this crazy man!
Kathleen: I was married to this crazy man, and the only thing that I regret was leaving him.
Joe: If you do this, you will make him a widower twice.
Kathleen: Joe, just call your superiors. Ask their opinion.
Joe: I know their opinions.
Cass: If you don't call, I will.
Kathleen: Please, Joe, just check it out for me.
Joe: You know, we were just fine until the white knight here showed up. Do us a favor and go back to your castle.
Cass: I'm not leaving without you.
Kathleen: I have a lot to think about.
Cass: Last plane to Bay City is in an hour.
Kathleen: You better get going. You don't want to miss it.
Cass: I'll be waiting for you at the airport.
Kathleen: Cass, if we don't see one another again...
Cass: You remember the plaque that hung over the piano in Vince’s parlor?
Kathleen: The Irish blessing?
Kathleen: You used to call that the ultimate in sloppy –
Kathleen and Cass: Gaelic sentimentality.
Cass: Yeah, well, times like these have a tendency to alter one's Schmaltz threshold.
Cass: Kathleen McKinnon, until we meet again, may God hold you in the hallow of his hand.
Frankie: I thought you said you weren't hungry.
Stacey: Hmm, I lied.
Frankie: Do you think this thing with Michael is going to go anywhere?
Stacey: Probably not.
Frankie: Stace, he is recently separated from his wife, and he's got tons of personal problems. These are not ideal things to look for in a date.
Stacey: I sure know how to pick them, huh?
Frankie: Yeah, you know what? You need Frankie Frame's successful single strategies.
Stacey: Yeah, what might that be?
Frankie: Well, rule number one is you never date a man who is in the middle of a divorce or recently divorced.
Stacey: What do you want me to do, write this down?
Frankie: Take notes, yes.
Stacey: [Laughs] All right, so that narrows down the pool.
Frankie: Well, it takes them at least two years until ‑‑
Stacey: Minus a hundred men.
Frankie: Yeah, ok, but it ‑‑ it takes them two years before they're ready to get serious with somebody again.
Stacey: Well, I'm not just attracted to married men, Frankie.
Frankie: This is progress.
Stacey: I'm also attracted to the dangerous ones.
Frankie: Ah, I cover that in dating, the second course.
Stacey: Hey, you remember Derek?
Frankie: Yeah, I do remember Derek, and he was ok.
Stacey: Yeah, but he came with built-in problems.
Frankie: I'm beginning to wonder what man doesn’t.
Stacey: Are you and Cass ok?
Frankie: Yeah, yeah, we're fine. We're fine. And, Stacey, you're gonna find the right guy, too.
Stacey: When? I want to know when, Frankie.
Frankie: It will happen, believe me.
Stacey: You know what it is? I'm just ‑‑ I'm just tired of going home to an empty apartment and buying those microwave dinners for one, as tasty as they might be.
Frankie: But you never eat.
Stacey: [Sighs] I'm just tired of being alone.
Stacey: And I miss being with someone.
Frankie: When it's right, there's nothing like it.
Stacey: You think it will be ok?
Frankie: Yeah, the right bachelor is right around the corner.
Stacey: Oh, my God, he might be on his way to my apartment right now.
Frankie: Wow, that's what I call positive thinking.
Stacey: No, you know, there's this guy, Fred Donlin, he's coming over in less than an hour to take me out for drinks. I totally forgot about it.
Frankie: Fred Donlin, the youngest attorney to be made full partner at Lobe, Chefshick, and Donlin?
Stacey: How do you know?
Frankie: I read a profile on him in "Bay City magazine." We're talking bachelor with a capital eligible.
Stacey: Well, a friend of a friend gave him my number, and I don't even know him anyways.
Frankie: Well, give her ‑‑ well, name your first child after her, ok?
Frankie: This is incredible.
Stacey: Yeah ‑‑
Stacey: Well, I better get ready. I can't go like this or he definitely won't like me.
Frankie: Stace, this guy will be everything Michael and Derek aren’t.
Stacey: So what am I going out with him for?
Frankie: Would you stop? Just have the best time, ok?
Stacey: Thanks, honey.
Frankie: Ok, it's my pleasure.
Stacey: Thanks for everything.
Frankie: Oh, please.
Stacey: Boy, sure would like to come home to a house like this someday.
Frankie: Oh, you will.
Stacey: Oh, Frankie, I hope sometime I'm as happy as you and Cass. Take care, and thanks for everything.
Frankie: Sure, have fun.
John: Sharlene, I know that you're upset with Taylor.
Sharlene: Look, John, can you really say that she's never done anything out of the ordinary?
John: Like what?
Sharlene: Going after the husband of a patient.
John: You mean me.
Sharlene: Do you think that Taylor ever had a personal interest in you?
John: A romantic interest?
Sharlene: Sure, why not?
John: Sharlene, where is this coming from?
Sharlene: You said that Taylor was very helpful to you while I was gone.
John: That's true, she was.
Sharlene: And, John, the way I left, it must have looked like to the two of you that I was never coming back.
John: Sharlene ‑‑
Sharlene: No, you did spend a lot of time together, right?
John: Sharlene, I've been around the block a few times. I think I know when a woman is interested in me.
Sharlene: I'm asking you if you think Taylor was.
John: Yes, I do.
Sharlene: I knew that.
John: But nothing happened.
Sharlene: Because of you, John, not her.
John: I don't think that's fair to her.
Sharlene: And why not?
John: Because I love you. I love you with all my heart. You are the only woman I ever loved, the only woman I ever will. I made that very clear to Taylor. She understood.
Sharlene: But the way I left, John, a lot of people must have thought that that was the last they were going to see of me.
John: I always knew that you would come back.
Sharlene: Taylor might have thought she had a chance with you.
John: Well, she didn't, and she knew it.
Sharlene: I had to ask.
John: A little jealous, were you?
Sharlene: No, I'm not.
John: Ok, if you say so.
Sharlene: Mrs. Cassidy is going to be expecting me to pick up Gregory.
John: Oh, yeah, come on.
John: Thank you for having dinner with me.
Sharlene: You're very welcome.
John: Give Gregory a kiss, and tell him to please not grow up until I get home.
Sharlene: I will.
John: I love you.
Sharlene: Hold that thought, ok?
John: See you tomorrow morning.
Taylor: So how did dinner go?
John: Sit down, Taylor.
John: Taylor, I'm worried about Sharlene.
Iris: Or a lifeguard.
Rachel: Iris, don't tell me you're actually thinking of doing this.
Iris: Dennis had private swimming lessons one summer taught by an absolute Adonis. He ‑‑ Dennis, that is ‑‑ kept wondering why I kept wandering around, ogling the pool.
Rachel: Well, um, I expect you did rather well?
Iris: I taught him a few strokes he hadn't seen before.
See, I told you we would have fun.
Rachel: I don't like being angry with you, you know?
Iris: Well, you wouldn't have to be angry with me if it wasn't for Paulina.
Rachel: It isn't Paulina. You don't listen.
Iris: Do you listen to me about her?
Rachel: I haven't done anything, have I? I'm waiting to get information.
Iris: Uh‑huh, and how is the research coming along?
Rachel: Well, I've hired somebody. They're making inquiries.
Iris: Good, then you'll find out that she's a phony and all this will be over.
Rachel: Well, it may take a little time.
Iris: Well, you know what they say, good news travels fast.
Rachel: Yes, well, this news is coming up from Central America, and then there's certain news that has to go all the way down there.
Iris: Are you checking into her medical history?
Rachel: Of course, I am.
Iris: Fine, because I think the fact that she's allergic to the same medicine as Daddy is a pure coincidence.
Rachel: Well, we will know soon enough, won't we?
Iris: Yes, and when we do and it's proved that I'm right, I won't gloat.
Rachel: Thank you.
Iris: I'll just take legal action. Am I missing something?
Rachel: Paulina just walked in with Grant.
Iris: Oh, dear, dear, dear. That lengthy illness has really affected his taste.
Rachel: She looks happy.
Iris: Why wouldn't she be happy? Her parentage won't matter if she manages to reel in that big fish.
Franco: Your table's ready.
Grant: Thank you.
Iris: You know, darling, if you keep taking her out in public, the voters are going to really doubt your judgment.
Grant: [Chuckles] Not nice, Iris. Rachel, how are you?
Rachel: Nice to see you, Grant.
Paulina: Hello, Rachel. Iris.
Rachel: Hello, Paulina. I tried calling you earlier.
Paulina: Could I speak to you in private for a minute?
Rachel: Yes, certainly. Excuse me.
Iris: Mm‑hmm, don't believe a word she says.
Rachel: I've started some inquiries, and I thought you should know.
Paulina: I wanted you to know that I don't care what you do or what you don't do, not anymore. I am Mac’s daughter.
Rachel: Well, that remains to be seen.
Paulina: Well, in my heart, I know that I am. That's enough for me.
Rachel: Well, it's not enough for me.
Paulina: Well, then you do what you have to do.
Rachel: Yes, I will.
Paulina: But it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I am through with the Corys.
Rachel: You are?
Paulina: Yes, I am.
Rachel: And what about all of that about being a Cory meaning so much to you?
Paulina: It meant so much to me that I almost lost my life because of it. It's just not worth it.
Rachel: I'm giving you a chance to prove your claim.
Paulina: See, that's just it. I don't want to have to prove myself to you or anyone anymore.
Paulina: I would have expected my father's family to be a little bit more charitable.
Iris: Well, what did she say?
Rachel: She doesn't want to have anything more to do with the Corys.
Iris: Well, she can afford to do that now that she has a wealthy bachelor ogling her like she's his own personal fondue.
Grant: Well, more of the same old, same old, huh?
Paulina: We could try one of the specials.
Grant: I'll tell you what. What do you say we blow this pop stand and spend the night at my place in Georgetown?
Paulina: In Washington?
Grant: Mm‑hmm, how about it?
Taylor: Have you ever felt that I behaved inappropriately?
John: Of course not. I told Sharlene that.
Taylor: John, she's distorting reality.
John: She's very hostile towards you.
Taylor: Classic case of negative transference. It's a common phase in therapy.
John: So what should you do?
Taylor: If she was in treatment, I'd handle it, but she won't even consider it.
John: She denies having a serious problem.
Taylor: Do you agree?
John: I don't know. I want to.
Taylor: Sharlene keeps saying things about me that ‑‑ that Sharly used to say.
John: I remember.
Taylor: I mean, by creating a scenario that makes me seem unprofessional, she's giving Sharly the excuse to just reject any of my attempts to help.
John: Damn, things were going so well.
Taylor: Look, it might just be temporary.
John: How do I help her?
Taylor: The key is to get her into a program of therapy as quickly as possible.
John: If she doesn't think she has a problem, I ‑‑
Taylor: John, it's got to be done.
John: I'm going to have to give this some thought.
Taylor: Well, you know where to find me if you want to talk to me.
John: Yeah, thanks.
There isn't much time.
Stacey: Just a second, Fred. I'll be right there. [Groans] [Clears throat]
Stacey and Michael: Hi.
Michael: Well, I don't know who Fred is, but he's a very lucky guy. You look terrific.
Stacey: Well, thanks.
Michael: Look, Fred’s coming. I'll be on my way.
Stacey: Oh, no, I mean, he is coming, but he said he was going to be delayed. Do you want to talk about something?
Stacey: Well, then come on in.
Michael: Really, well, I'll tell you what. I'll stay until Fred gets here ‑‑
Stacey: All right, sure.
Michael: And then I'm history, ok?
Stacey: Uh, what is it? Is it Donna or the girls?
Michael: Actually, it's me.
Stacey: What's wrong?
Michael: Who's Fred?
Stacey: Uh, Fred Donlin.
Stacey: Yeah, a friend of a friend gave him my number. I don't know, you know.
Michael: I ‑‑ I know who he is. I mean, he's a nice guy ‑‑ a little uptight, but he's a nice guy.
Stacey: Yeah, I'm sure he's not my type. I don't even know why I'm going on this.
Michael: Well, wait a minute now. He's ‑‑ he's talented. I mean, he's well respected. He was just made a partner in his firm.
Stacey: Yeah, but am I going to have fun? I mean, is he a fun guy? Does he like to dance or do you ‑‑ you don't know.
Michael: I don't know, but it sounds like you've already got your mind made up.
Stacey: [Laughs] It's just those super yuppies aren't exactly ‑‑ I don't know. They don't do it for me.
Michael: Oh, well, who does?
Stacey: Well, believe me, you'd be bored to tears. It's girls' talk. I ‑‑
Michael: No, actually, I wouldn't mind hearing you talk. Come on, just ‑‑
Stacey: All right. Well, I, um, I like a man who plays by nobody's rules but his own. I don't mean the macho type.
Michael: What do you mean?
Stacey: I ‑‑ well, I mean a man who isn't a slave to convention, who can go out and have a good time and laugh at himself and not be afraid to be gentle and kind and, you know. I don't know. What everybody wants, I guess.
Michael: Well, good luck. I have no doubt you'll find him.
Stacey: Yeah, I have no doubt I'll find him, too.
Michael: There he is now.
Stacey: [Laughs] Hello. Fred, hi. Oh, uh, well, sure. Hey, listen, why don't we just do the whole thing some other time? Yeah. No, no problem. Ok, um, yeah, I'll talk to you later. Bye‑bye. [Clears throat]
Stacey: Yeah, that was Fred. Fred is stuck in a meeting, and it's going to be a couple of hours while he's a, you know, detained and hence forth blah, blah, blah.
Michael: Well, Stacey, I'd have to say that's ‑‑ that's Fred's loss.
Stacey: [Laughs] Yeah, and I think I'll survive it. So ‑‑ hmm. All dressed up and nowhere to go.
Michael: Well, I'll tell you what. How about if I take Fred's place?
Michael: Yeah, come on, let's go down to Tops, have a drink. I mean, it's a shame to waste such a beautiful outfit, come on.
Stacey: Are you serious?
Michael: Yeah, come on.
Stacey: I would love to.
Michael: Good, I would, too.
Jake: Marley. Marley?
Marley, I'm gonna get you back somehow, and Paulina's going to be the way to do it.
Paulina: Washington, tonight?
Grant: Yes, I can be ready in less than an hour.
Paulina: Do you have plans for when we get there or are we going to play that by ear, too?
Grant: No, I know exactly what we're going to do.
Paulina: Go see the White House?
Grant: We'll have to save the tour for tomorrow, ok?
Paulina: I almost gave up hope that we'd get to Washington together. I want to see everything.
Grant: You know what? It's going to be great seeing it through your eyes. It's going to be like seeing it for the first time. And I can't wait for Washington to see you.
Grant: Mm‑hmm. What did you think, I was going to stick you in a closet, throw away the key?
Paulina: I don't know. You know, you move in pretty ritzy circles.
Grant: You still don't get it, do you?
Grant: How much I care about you. How much you mean to me.
Paulina: You're starting to make me a believer.
Grant: Come on, we've got a plane to catch.
Paulina: Ok. I can't believe we're going to Washington.
Iris: I guess it's true what they say.
Iris: Nice girls finish last.
Rachel: Since when have you been a nice girl?
Iris: Since when have I finished last?
Cass: Frankie? Frankie, I'm home.
Frankie: Welcome home.
Cass: I thought you'd be asleep.
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