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Another World Transcript Friday 3/2/07

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Dean: Oh, no, another answering machine?

Matt: This is state-of-the-art. I got a deal on this baby.

Dean: Matt, Matt, we need a living, breathing person to take our calls, man.

Matt: This is for after-hours. Relax, here's your beeper.

Dean: Beeper?

Matt: Beeper.

Dean: We don't want to look like bozos. Now an assistant -- an assistant would give us some class.

Matt: Yeah, I'm working on it.

Dean: Well, when you work on it, work on finding somebody that knows music. You know, the music business --

Matt: I am.

Dean: Promotion, etcetera.

Matt: I know.

Lindsey: Hi, Matt.

Matt: Hey, I thought you had a meeting at the sorority house.

Lindsey: It's over.

Dean: Hello, Lindsey.

Lindsey: I missed you in Chem class again. Schwartz wanted to know if you dropped the course.

Matt: Man, I have so many labs to make up in that class, I can't believe it.

Dean: We're almost all set up. Did you notice?

Lindsey: Mm, great. You know, we have a big test again next week.

Matt: Already?

Lindsey: Mm-hmm, what do you say we do some serious cramming between now and then?

Matt: Oh, man, I think I'm gonna have to… I can't, not every night.

Lindsey: Why not?

Matt: Because Jenna’s spring dance is next week.

Lindsey: So?

Matt: So I'm taking her.

Paulina: What's Iris been telling you?

Iris: I'm sure you'll find out soon enough.

Paulina: We'd love to stay and chat, Iris, but we're meeting a Mr. Atherton. He's very important.

Iris: And you're wearing that? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Grant: Here's Kevin now. Kevin.

Paulina: The state party chairman, he wants to talk to Grant about running for the Senate.

Iris: You don't say?

Grant: How are you, Kevin?

Kevin: Grant, you're looking well, always a plus.

Grant: Thank you. Paulina Cory, Kevin Atherton.

Paulina: Nice to meet you, Kevin.

Kevin: Nice to meet you, Paulina.

Grant: I thought you were bringing a date.

Kevin: I am. Hello, Iris.

Iris: Hello, darling. Well, won't this be cozy?

Kathleen: Cass, any news?

Cass: Yeah, but would you call off the palace guard here?

Kathleen: Mr. Winthrop has clearance, thank you.

Cass: Remember this face. Thank you. They frisk me every time I come near you. It's starting to get over-stimulating.

Kathleen: They are just being careful, I'm by myself.

Cass: You're what?

Kathleen: I'm fine, I'm fine. Carl hasn't pulled anything since yesterday.

Cass: Well, I didn't expect him to pick up the phone and call. Did you?

Kathleen: With Carl, you never know.

Cass: So where's your fearless protector?

Kathleen: Joe's out.

Cass: Wonderful.

Kathleen: Did you come over here to check up on me or to fight or both?

Cass: What's eating you?

Kathleen: Nothing, things are great.

Cass: Actually, things may be looking up. I've been to see Amanda and Iris, and they've spoken to Rachel.

Kathleen: No more incidents, I hope.

Cass: No, none, but guess what?

Kathleen: What?

Cass: It would appear that "Brava" needs a gutsy girl reporter.

Kathleen: Sexist.

Cass: What I mean is that they would love to have you back.

Kathleen: Out of the question.

Cass: Why? I know you've got a hell of a story to tell. The pay is decent, excellent health benefits.

Kathleen: Cass, you have to stop this.

Cass: Stop what?

Kathleen: I know what you're doing, and I hate it.

Jenna: You would have been really proud of me.

Felicia: Yeah?

Jenna: I just asked Matt straight out.

Felicia: Straight out?

Jenna: Uh-huh.

Felicia: Were you scared to death?

Jenna: Yeah, I was afraid he might say no.

Felicia: Well, I can tell by the look on your face that that didn't happen.

Jenna: You're right, he agreed.

Felicia: Oh, honey.

Jenna: I can't believe this. I mean, this is gonna be my first dance.

Felicia: No, your first?

Jenna: Yeah.

Felicia: Well, you're going to be stunning, I know it, and you're going to have a great time.

Jenna: I hope so.

Felicia: I know so.

Jenna: Matt Cory... this is almost too good to be true.

Felicia: Now there is one little thing, I'm afraid you're going to have to pick out your dress yourself.

Jenna: Oh, well, I don't mind.

Felicia: Well, it's just, you know, it's --

Jenna: No, no, I can handle it. I mean, you've been very busy lately.

Felicia: Well, I guess I'm not the only one who has been busy. You're making a real life for yourself here, Jenna.

Jenna: I really owe you, Felicia.

Felicia: No, no, no, darling. You don't owe me anything. Really. I just hope you're starting to believe that this is home for you.

Jenna: Oh.

Felicia: I mean, are you maybe?

Jenna: Um, well, if you're talking about my decision regarding the adoption, I haven't made up my mind. I know what a big step this is.

Jenna: I'm sorry, I just -- I need more time.

Felicia: No, of course you do. Take all the time you want. It's ok.

Jenna: You've been so great about this, about everything.

Felicia: I just hope everything that's going on around here hasn't put you off in any way.

Jenna: Oh, no, no.

[Lock turns]

Jenna: Who is that?

Felicia: Jenna and I were talking.

Lucas: I'm sorry, Jenna.

Jenna: That's ok, I was just gonna go finish my homework. Excuse me.

Felicia: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Satisfied?

Lucas: Don't try and make this out to be about her, because you walked out on me.

Felicia: I despise Carl Hutchins. How can you go into business with him?

Lucas: I have my reasons.

Felicia: Oh, that's great, Luke, that's just great. Just dummy up and act macho.

Lucas: I am doing this because of you.

Felicia: That doesn't make any sense.

Lucas: I told you, I take care of my own. Somebody has gotta keep an eye on that man.

Felicia: You're working with Carl Hutchins to protect me?

Lindsey: You're actually going to Jenna’s prom?

Matt: Yeah, she invited me.

Lindsey: I guess she doesn't know anyone else.

Dean: Pretty nice guy, isn't he?

Lindsey: Oh, yes, very. Matt is always doing favors for Jenna.

Matt: Well, it's not really a favor.

Lindsey: I think it's great of you to take her. Jenna could use an ego boost. I just hope it won't be too much of a snooze.

Matt: No, I can always go for a good formal dance.

Dean: Oh, it's not his fault. Come on, it's the way he was raised. Are you finished messing with that thing yet?

Matt: Almost, hold on.

Lindsey: I bet you look great in a white dinner jacket. If you can take the horrible food, the wilting corsages, the tacky band --

Dean: The beautiful babes in their strapless gowns.

Matt: Done. You want to record a message and put a little music behind it?

Dean: Sure, sure, go ahead.

Lindsey: Listen, I'll let you guys get back to work, but is there any chance that we can hit the books tonight?

Matt: I can't, not tonight, but how about tomorrow?

Lindsey: I was hoping you'd give me the notes on fusion.

Matt: Well...

Dean: That desperate, huh?

Matt: How about you meet me at Tops in an hour and a half?

Lindsey: I'll be there. Thanks.

Matt: No problem.

Dean: Wow, Lindsey’s bugged, she's bugged.

Matt: That's right, she is bugged, man. She's been calling me all night.

Dean: No.

Matt: I've been brushing her off.

Dean: She's bugged about Jenna.

Matt: Well, that's her problem. She thinks we have an exclusive thing or something.

Dean: Matt, the way that you're acting, it seems like you really want to take Jenna.

Matt: I do.

Dean: Oh, sort of like springing the nun, huh?

Man: Listen, Jenna is not some seventh-grader. She's a lot more than that.

[Knock at door]

Frankie: Hi, guys.

Dean: Frankie.

Matt: Hey, where's our desk?

Frankie: Well, the final decision is, of course, up to you, but I did see this huge kidney-shaped table at retro that would do the job. It's pretty funky.

Dean: Very cool, very cool, 'cause we want to sort of get rid of the high-tech look, you know?

Frankie: Well, this will do it, trust me. So are you ready?

Dean: Yeah, let me get my hat.

Frankie: Right, and if we decide to buy this thing today, we can have my guard help us up the steps with it. That is a one-time-only offer, I hope.

Matt: You know, this can wait. You shouldn't be out shopping.

Frankie: Matthew, I -- if I sit around the house doing nothing, I will lose what is left of my mind.

Matt: That's a big risk for a desk.

Frankie: Matthew, please, doing stuff like this makes me feel like things are getting back to normal.

Matt: Are they?

Frankie: Yeah. I think the worst is over.

Cass: Jeez, I was just trying to help you out.

Kathleen: I didn't ask you to play Mr. Fix-it with my entire life.

Cass: Hey, it's a job. You don't have to take it.

Kathleen: I'm -- I'm relieved to hear that, thank you.

Cass: Didn't you say that you wanted to go back to work?

Kathleen: That doesn't mean that I want you to be my eau. I'm perfectly capable of landing a job on my own, thank you very much.

Cass: It was sitting there on a silver platter. They wanted you to start right away.

Kathleen: Cass, I don't want to write anymore, not for Cory, not for anyone.

Cass: I don't believe that.

Kathleen: Believe it.

Cass: You don't give up something like writing. It's in your blood.

Kathleen: Yeah, and look where it got me. My big expose on Carl Hutchins cost me everything I had. I can't even look at a computer anymore.

Cass: So what do you want to do?

Kathleen: I've got plans.

Cass: Don't be coy. Like what?

Kathleen: If they pan out, I'll let you know.

Cass: See, you still talk like a journalist.

Kathleen: Shut up, I do not.

Cass: If you're really not gonna write anymore or do any reporting, what's this doing here, huh?

Kathleen: None of your business.

Cass: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. This is a highly --

[Telephone rings]

Cass: Let me get..

Kathleen: Will you stop? I'm not an invalid.

Cass: You never were a good liar, Kathleen. You always stunk. You're writing your story, aren't you?

Kathleen: No.

Cass: And you're just holding out for a better deal, right?

[Recorder clicks on]

Kathleen's voice: If you say my eyes are beautiful it's because they're looking at you and if you could only see yourself you'd feel the same way, too you could say that I am a dreamer who has had a dream come true

Iris: Kevin, you always, always underestimate the power of the Press. They can break any politician.

Kevin: Only those who aren't smart enough to keep their affairs in order.

Iris: I hope you're listening, Grant.

Paulina: It seems to me a political figure can get away with almost anything, as long as he has the right people for friends.

Iris: Really? Do tell.

Paulina: Well, I don't want to name names, but there was one very prominent political family that frolicked like bunnies and nobody really cared. How else can you explain it?

Grant: Paulina is absolutely right, of course.

Kevin: Maybe she has a future as a political analyst.

Iris: Now there's a thought. Paulina hasn't settled on a career yet.

Kevin: What's your background, Paulina?

Iris: Oh, yes, fill us all in.

Paulina: Well, actually, I was hoping to get into publishing one day, like my father did.

Iris: Do you think Paulina’s true talents could be expressed in the Press, Grant?

Grant: Well, I think Paulina could probably do just about anything that she sets her mind to.

Kevin: You bet.

Iris: Kevin, now come on, you haven't said a word about your trip to Nepal.

Kevin: I was waiting to bore you with it over coffee. Have you ever been to Asia, Paulina?

Paulina: No, I haven't really traveled very much.

Iris: Paulina prefers to keep the home fires burning.

Grant: You know, we just got back from Washington, D.C., and the town absolutely fell in love with Paulina.

Paulina: Hmm.

Iris: Something wrong, dear?

Grant: You know --

Paulina: No, nothing.

Grant: I used to eat these things by the dozens.

Paulina: Are you bragging?

Grant: You know me better than that, don't you?

Kevin: It seems she knows you very well.

Felicia: I don't like you being this close to Carl.

Lucas: I can really find out what he's up to this way.

Felicia: No, he's enjoying this too much. Didn't you see him tonight? He's actually gloating.

Lucas: Good, let him. He's not going to have the last laugh.

Felicia: He's not stupid, Luke. I know him. He wants to make trouble for us.

Lucas: He already has. I'll lay odds that he's the one who trashed this place.

Felicia: Why -- I mean, why -- why would you think he would do that?

Lucas: Because he likes to keep people guessing.

Felicia: He also wants the upper hand. It's not going to be easy keeping one step ahead of him, believe me.

Lucas: Well, it's going to be easier if I'm working with him.

Felicia: I just can't stomach the idea of you trying to make him look good.

Luke: Felicia, when Carl came up to me for the first time, I wanted to flatten him. But I thought I could get something out of this.

Felicia: Like what?

Lucas: Information.

Felicia: He's not going to let you find out anything.

Lucas: Oh, he underestimates me, and I intend to let him keep underestimating me. Maybe I can find something out that will help Kathleen. Maybe, just maybe, I can help put this creep away for good.

Felicia: Don't underestimate Carl. Even the most innocent things can be lethal to him.

[Telephone ringing]

Felicia: Hello.

Carl: Felicia, my dear.

Felicia: Carl.

Carl: I hate to interrupt a lovers' quarrel, but may I speak for a moment with your fiancé?

Felicia: Hold on.

Lucas: I told you, Felicia’s place is off-limits.

Carl: Well, we have to meet immediately.

Lucas: This better be important.

Carl: The scandal sheets have hit the stands, and I am prominently featured.

Lucas: Yeah, what do they say?

Carl: Well, what do you think? Lies and innuendo. Women all over America are going to have the wrong idea about me, and we can't have that, can we?

Lucas: Meet me in my suite in an hour.

Carl: I have a few ideas on how we can rectify this situation.

Lucas: Save them.

Felicia: You're meeting him tonight?

Lucas: I'll be careful.

Felicia: Don't you see this isn't going to work? He's only going to use you.

Lucas: I'm not stupid, Fanny.

Felicia: You're also not evil, and Carl is. It will happen, and you won't even know it.

Lucas: Where are you going?

Felicia: I've got to get back to Tops.

Lucas: Oh, Fanny, I hate it when we fight.

Felicia: I know your motivation is good, but the way you go about things -- well, it makes me so crazy.

Lucas: Try and understand.

Felicia: I do, I do. It's just that my insides tell me this is so wrong. There is one thing about Carl Hutchins. He is poison, and he can ruin your life even from a distance.

Kathleen's voice: Because I'm happy with you

Kathleen: That's my personal property.

Cass: You still have a beautiful voice, Kathleen.

Kathleen: We have more important things to discuss than my pipes.

Cass: Why were you singing our song?

Kathleen: It's in my range?

Cass: Yeah, yeah, why?

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