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Another World Transcript Thursday 3/15/07

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Woman: Dr. Frame left these for you. Take care.

Michael: Mimi, hi.

Mimi: Oh, hi, Mr. Hudson.

Michael: Is my daughter not working today?

Mimi: No.

Michael: Oh, well, I guess I'm glad these aren't for her.

Mimi: Uh, for Mrs. Hudson?

Michael: No, actually, they are -- well, you know, Stacey Winthrop, the lawyer with the office down the hall.

Mimi: That's where your daughter is.

Michael: What?

Mimi: Yeah, they went down to Kaplanís department store to get Marley on the bridal registry.

Michael: Marley asked Stacey to go with her? I can't believe it. That's great!

Donna: How can you say that, Michael?

Michael: Donna.

Donna: Who's choosing whose china? Is there something you'd like to tell me?

Kathleen: Well, don't you think that's a little strange, Tom? I mean, Joe didn't even blow his nose without checking in with you guys first. I'm not overreacting here, I think something has happened to him! Ok. Well, I expect to hear something from you as soon as you find out anything, all right?

[Knock on door]

Kathleen: I've got to go. Somebody's here. Goodbye. Hi.

Jake: Sorry.

Kathleen: For what? No, come in, come in. It's ok, he's my cousin.

Jake: I'm sorry for not being the person that you were expecting.

Kathleen: I don't expect anything anymore, Jake. How are you?

Jake: I've been better. What's wrong with you? You look like hell.

Kathleen: Thanks. I've got a stomach thing, I think. So I haven't seen you around lately.

Jake: Thought I was doing you a favor.

Kathleen: Why?

Jake: Well, I'm not exactly Bay Cityís favorite house guest.

Kathleen: I know, but I'm not exactly Bay Cityís favorite company this afternoon, either.

Jake: That's why I'm here.

Kathleen: You like being ignored?

Jake: I'm not so sure that you're going to ignore me once you hear my plan.

Kathleen: For what?

Jake: For splitting up Cass and Frankie and getting you your husband back.

Frankie: My wedding dress is here, my wedding -- [Screams] Oh. It's pink. A pink satin dress --

Dean: Frankie --

Frankie: This is not what I ordered.

Dean: Have you seen my power cord?

Frankie: The store sent me a pink satin dress! I'm going to look like Dolly Parton on my wedding day!

Dean: No, no, nobody can mistake you for Dolly Parton. Have you seen it?

Frankie: Seen what?

Dean: My power cord. Aren't you listening to me?

Frankie: I -- I cannot wear this. I will break out in a rash.

Dean: Frankie!

Frankie: What do you want?

Dean: Are you listening to me? Please, my power cord. I can't find it.

Frankie: Yeah, uh, uh, uh. Uh --

Dean: Let me ask you something.

Frankie: What?

Dean: Have you been in my room?

Frankie: Dean, I couldn't get into your room if I wanted to. I wouldn't be able to open the door, because there are three months' worth of wet towels on the floor.

Dean: That's cute, now you're exaggerating. Tell me, where is it? Where is my power cord?

Frankie: I have told you to be more careful with your things.

Dean: I'm very careful with my things, Frankie. It's all the rest of you guys.

Frankie: The rest of us who?

Dean: You, Cass, the posse in the drive-- that's it. It's the feds. The feds in the suits. They probably confiscated the thing, thinking it was some sort of bomb detonator or something.

Frankie: What the hell are you talking about?

Dean: My power cord, Frankie! I can't play my synthesizer without my power cord!

Frankie: Why are you yelling at me?

Dean: I'm not yelling at you. Why are you yelling at me?

Frankie: Because I don't know what I'm going to do with this pink satin suburban nightmare the store sent me!

Dean: All right.

Frankie: Ugh! Ok. I'm just going to have to --

Dean: Just calm down.

Frankie: Wear that white laced, high collar thing I wore the first time I got married.

Dean: White? You're not going to wear white?

Frankie: Yes, I am going to wear white.

Dean: On your wedding day?

Frankie: Is there something wrong with this, Dean?

Dean: No, you're just not exactly a blushing bride, Frankie.

Frankie: Well, maybe it's time I brought a little bit of normalcy into my life, you know?

[Door opens]

Frankie: Nothing is easy, is it?

[Door closes]

Frankie: What happened?

Cass: Good news, boys and girls.

Dean: He found my power cord.

Frankie: I thought I picked up your suit from the cleaners.

Cass: You did. This is for a special occasion.

Frankie: What special occasion?

Cass: I pulled off the big one, Frankie. We're getting married today.

Frankie: Excuse me?

Cass: How does two hours from now grab you?

Dean: This is a loony bin, you know that? You guys are nuts. You're nuts.

Michael: Donna, I don't want to do this. I donít. I donít.

Donna: It's all right, Michael, I know that Marleyís registering today. The volunteers have been talking about it for days.

Michael: Great. Look, I'm going to go, all right?

Donna: Nice flowers. I remember a day years ago when you traipsed into the big house with your muddy boots and your hair all tousled. You had a bouquet of flowers just like this --

Michael: All right, I'm sorry. Ok? I didn't know you came in this early. I thought you didn't come in till later.

Donna: Obviously.

Michael: I didn't come here to rub your face in it.

Donna: You don't have to, Michael. It's bad enough Marley's planning her wedding without me, but it's everywhere I turn. My own daughter is planning her life without me in it, and I have to stand here and watch it.

Michael: Why are you doing this to yourself?

Donna: What am I doing? I'm watching the woman who took my son away, who's also taking my husband away, and just for good measure, she's now taking my daughter.

Michael: Wait a minute. I don't want to hurt you. I didn't try to hurt you. Marley isn't trying to hurt you.

Donna: Sorry. Thank you for last night.

Michael: What do you mean?

Donna: For taking the time to divide the wine with me.

Michael: Well, it was my pleasure.

Donna: I opened that bottle of champagne you didn't want.

Michael: I thought you were going to save that for some special occasion.

Donna: No time like the present.

Michael: You didn't drink that entire bottle yourself, did you?

Donna: You know I can't drink more than one glass. Angela had a few too many. I think she's probably still asleep.

Mimi: Mrs. Hudson, Examining room three is a disaster.

Donna: What happened?

Bailey: Oh, some screaming kid pitched a fit because he was getting a shot. Kicked over a bottle of Betadine.

Donna: I'll get right to it.

Mimi: Sorry to interrupt.

Donna: Oh, it's no problem. It's my job.

Stacey: What about this one?

Marley: Yeah, that's nice. Yeah, let's see, wait a second.

Stacey: Whoa, ho, ho! Out of control, look at how expensive that is.

Marley: Whoa, yep.

Stacey: Hey, you sure you want to be doing this with me?

Marley: Of course. Stacey, I asked you to help me.

Stacey: I know, but if it feels a little weird to you, I don't want to --

Marley: No, no, I'm just not as into it as I thought I would be.

Stacey: It's kind of a mother-and-daughter thing to do anyway.

Marley: Yeah, I guess.

Stacey: Hey. Maybe you should ask Donna for her help in this.

Marley: I don't need Donna to help me pick out a china pattern.

Stacey: I know you don't, but maybe you'd like to.

Marley: Why are you doing this?

Stacey: Are you sure you want to cut Donna out of your life for good?

Marley: Stacey, after everything she's said to you lately, why do you care about her?

Stacey: I care about you. And I guess I have a soft spot in my heart for moms.

Marley: Well, my mother's not a mom. Maybe if we go for something less traditional. You know, Jamie's kind of into art deco lately.

Stacey: Marley, what's the bottom line?

Marley: About what?

Stacey: You have something on your mind.

Marley: Some things, plural.

Stacey: Ok, shoot.

Marley: Well, you know I've been trying to decide whether or not to press charges against Jake.

Stacey: Yeah.

Marley: What do you think I should do?

Stacey: I can't tell you what to do.

Marley: Do you think the D.A.'s office would go near the case?

Stacey: If you want to, Iíll...

Marley: What are my chances?

Stacey: You want to get a conviction, right? There are no witnesses, no physical evidence. Not great.

Marley: Yep. That's what Ryan said.

Stacey: But that doesn't mean that you can't do it.

Marley: Stacey, what would be the point if I couldn't get a conviction?

Stacey: Well, is the most important thing to you that you win in court?

Marley: What else is there?

Stacey: You could get public opinion to go against him.

Marley: I don't want him to walk away free.

Stacey: Marley, let me tell you something. If you press charges against Jake for rape, he is not going to walk away free no matter what the verdict is. He probably still isn't a free man.

Marley: How do you mean?

Stacey: Marley, no one is going to forget your testimony about the rape. And just because Jake isn't in prison doesn't mean that he got off free. Not by a long shot.

Marley: So you think I should just let it go.

Stacey: No way. That's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying that this is going to stick with Jake for the rest of his life, and that no matter what, he won't be able to buy himself a friend, a job, not even a bank loan in this town again.

Marley: If I press charges, things will just get worse for him, whether or not I lose it or win.

Stacey: All I'm saying --

Marley: Hmm.

Stacey: Is you have a right to justice.

Marley: What about the law? I thought it protected the accused.

Stacey: Yeah, well, maybe they should change the laws about acquaintance rape.

Marley: Stacey, what if it backfires?

Stacey: How so?

Marley: What if Jake makes it his case and the people side with him, and then I become the bad guy?

Stacey: Well, that's a risk, but it's a small one.

Marley: He could save face.

Stacey: I don't think it'll happen.

Marley: It's not an impossibility, is it?

Stacey: No, it's not.

Marley: What do I do?

Stacey: You gotta do what's right for you. You're the only one who knows.

Marley: Stacey, I just want this to go away.

Stacey: I know. But it's not going to go away by itself, Marley. You have to decide if you can let it go.

Frankie: Today?

Cass: Today.

Frankie: You want to get married today?

Cass: Oh, come on, Frankie. I pulled every string I possibly could to get through the red tape.

Frankie: What red tape?

Cass: Well, I got a waiver on the waiting period, they're going to use the blood tests from our last physical. I was brilliant! I wish you could have seen me.

Dean: So this is like an eloping kind of thing happening here?

Cass: No, no, no way. No eloping. This is a bona fide wedding, like the last time, right here. With everybody who means anything to us watching.

Frankie: Today?

Cass: Yep.

Frankie: Why such a rush?

Cass: Because I can't stand not being married to you.

Frankie: But, Cass --

Cass: Frankie, you should -- I'm telling you, everything just fell into place. It was like fate!

Frankie: But you don't believe in fate.

Cass: Oh. Well, I do now. I went to see this minister, you see, and guess what happened?

Frankie: What?

Cass: Just as I got there -- I swear to you, just as I got there -- he got this phone call, and he got an opening in his schedule for this afternoon.

Frankie: He did?

Cass: Yeah, see?

Dean: See what? See what?

Cass: What's the matter with you two? Don't you see the dramatic potential in all of this?

Frankie: I don't have the dress I want, Cass.

Cass: Oh, pish-pish! We'll have it sent. I'll pull some more strings.

Frankie: Uh -- um --

Cass: I see you're speechless. What do you think? Say ye

Dean: I can't be there, personally.

Cass and Frankie: What?

Dean: I gotta go down to the studio and make some phone calls.

Cass: It takes two of you to make one phone call?

Dean: No, but I can't keep dumping everything on top of him.

Cass: Dean -- young Dean -- this is the second and last time I'm going to marry this vision in scarlet. [Growls] And you'll never have to use this as an excuse again, I promise you. Ever.

Frankie: Maybe we should just wait a day or two.

Cass: What?

Frankie: Until things are more organized.

Cass: Hello! Am I talking to myself? Today, Mary Frances. We're going to get married today.

Frankie: I need to know why, Cass. I need to know.

Dean: Hey, I'm -- I'm gonna head on out, all right?

Cass: Dean, you be here for the wedding.

Dean: I'll do my best, man. I'll do my best.

Cass: Just -- fine. Be here for the wedding.

Dean: Right. I'll teleport.

Cass: Frankie, I thought you'd love this idea.

Frankie: Has something happened?

Cass: Silly me. I -- I thought I was doing something spontaneous and romantic, and you're acting as if it's the worst idea you've ever heard in your life.

Frankie: I want to marry you, Cass. You know that.

Cass: Well, then why not just do it?

Frankie: Because it has to be for the right reasons. Just like it was the first time around.

Cass: The first time around I married you because I loved you.

Frankie: And is that why you're doing it now?

Cass: Absolutely.

Frankie: Where were you yesterday afternoon?

Cass: You know very well where I was yesterday. I was with Kathleen. I told you. Joe was missing.

Frankie: And today you want to get married.

Cass: Well, what's wrong with that?

Frankie: Nothing. If you're not doing it to run away from your feelings for Kathleen. I will marry you anytime, anywhere, Cass. But if you're having any doubts about who it is you really love, I need to know about it now.

Kathleen: What makes you think I have any interest in breaking up Cass and Frankie?

Jake: Come on, Katie, this is me you're talking to.

Kathleen: You know, if you'd been around for the last few weeks, Jake, you'd know what was really going on.

Jake: Right. What I hear is that Cass is about to remarry Frankie.

Kathleen: Exactly.

Jake: So you're just going to sit back and let that happen?

Kathleen: I have to. He loves her.

Jake: And you?

Kathleen: You know, I really don't want to get into this with you.

Jake: I know what it's like to lose someone you love to someone else.

Kathleen: Don't.

Jake: You want him back!

Kathleen: Jake, you don't know what I want.

Jake: Kathleen, he wants you back, too. He's just afraid to look like the bad guy in all this.

Kathleen: You know, I think this coma has made you delusional.

Jake: You don't have to pretend with me, Kathleen.

Kathleen: Jake, for crying out loud, do you think that if I wanted -- if I wanted Cass back, don't you think that I would do everything within my power to get him?

Jake: No, no, I don't think you'd do -- I think you would back off and try to do the noble thing.

Kathleen: Why are you doing this?

Jake: See, Kathleen, I went to see Carl Hutchins, all right?

Kathleen: You what?

Jake: I just told him to stay away from you.

Kathleen: Jake, I have enough to worry about. Please don't go to see him again.

Jake: The guy offered me a job.

Kathleen: A what?

Jake: I turned him down, all right? I turned the guy down.

Kathleen: Well, I hope so. You've got enough problems without working for Carl.

Jake: I agree, I agree. But when I left there, I got -- he made me think about something, you know?

Kathleen: Carl's job offer made you think that you could help me get Cass back?

Jake: Yeah, in a way it did.

Kathleen: Uh-huh. Well, that's McKinnon logic if ever I heard it.

Jake: See, Kathleen, I think it's about time that you and I get what we want. And I'm in a position to help you.

Kathleen: And what do you get out of this, huh?

Jake: Ok. Um, I want a job with Dean Frame and Matt Cory. I think you can help me get it.

Matt: This is -- this is to confirm our phone conversation on -- of -- uh, April 15, regarding a loan in the amount of -- don't say the amount. Of -- a loan for unexpected equipment rental costs --

Dean: Has the ad agency called, man?

Matt: No.

Dean: Oh, that's great, that's just great. That's great.

Matt: Having a bad day?

Dean: I can't find a certain power cord.

Matt: Which one?

Dean: The cord to my synthesizer. You know my synthesizer.

Matt: Don't you keep that at home?

Dean: Yes, Matthew, I do. I keep it at home, but it's not there, so it's obviously here, ok? Unless, of course, the power cord fairy took it, which I don't think happened because I didn't find a quarter under my pillow.

Matt: You're grumpy.

Dean: Oh, why didn't the ad agency call, man? Why didn't they call?

Matt: I don't know.

Dean: We need that job. I don't have a lot of time here.

Matt: Listen, I can take a call by myself if you have something to do.

Dean: I don't have something to do, ok? I don't have something to do. My family has something for me to do. I just can't find any of my stuff because people keep touching my things, man. They touch my things. The last thing I thought I had to do today was go to a wedding.

Matt: Could you do that again? I mean --

Jenna: Hi!

Matt: Hey!

Jenna: You guys busy?

Matt: Not at all.

Dean: We're never busy, honey, we just always sit around doing nothing.

Matt: He's a little cranky.

Jenna: Hmm.

Matt: Wait a minute. Do I smell burgers?

Jenna: I brought you that chili burger thing you like.

Matt: Aw, you are a godsend. Ah, there's also a little stinky fish sandwich in here for you, Dean.

Jenna: I got some extra tartar sauce, too.

Matt: Hey, extra ta-ta.

Dean: Really? Really? Aw. Matt. I don't have a lot of time, man. I don't have a lot of time.

Jenna: Well, I'll get out of your way.

Matt: Dean, what is your problem?

Dean: My problem? My problem is if we land this jingle account, I'm going to have to, what, write a jingle, right? And I can't write a jingle because the damn power cord is history! And, matt, I really don't know the first thing about facial cream.

Matt: He's written six songs about this facial cream.

Dean: And they all stink. They stink worse than this sandwich.

Jenna: I'm sorry I interrupted.

Matt: Wait, wait!

Dean: What, what, matt? Matt, we don't have a lot of time, man. We gotta do this thing.

Dean: No, no, and we need help. Come here. Please. Sit down.

Dean: I got it! I got it. We'll all just hum the damn thing and we'll put it on tape.

Matt: Dean. Use the piano, all right?

Dean: I don't want to use the piano, man! I want to use my synthesizer, man.

Matt: Jenna? Have you ever used love silk?

Jenna: A couple of times.

Matt: A couple of times. That's great, our prayers are answered!

Dean: What?

Matt: She is the inspiration for our jingle.

Cass: Hey, I thought I was doing something special for you.

Frankie: Why do I get the feeling that if we don't get married today, tomorrow is going to be too late?

Cass: I don't know, why do you?

Frankie: You were with Kathleen last night.

Cass: We've established that already, yeah.

Frankie: And you wouldn't talk about it when you got home. You wouldn't talk about it over breakfast this morning. You go off to work for three hours, and then you come home ready to drag me down the aisle.

Cass: I didn't think it would require too much dragging.

Frankie: I need to know that you're doing this for me.

Cass: Who else would I be doing it for?

Frankie: What happened with Kathleen last night?

Cass: Why are you twisting this all around? If I were still in love with Kathleen, why would I want to marry you?

Gotcha, didn't I?

Frankie: Ok, so what did you two talk about?

Cass: Joe.

Frankie: She still thinks he's in trouble.

Cass: His things are still at her place.

Frankie: But you think he just took off.

Cass: They've been having problems.

Frankie: Because of you.

Cass: Because of them.

Frankie: Ok, so let me get this straight. Joe leaves Kathleen, you console her, and then you decide that we have to get married.

Cass: Kathleen has doubts about Joe, about a life with Joe, and she thinks that maybe that's why he left.

Frankie: Oh, I think maybe it is, too.

Cass: But, meantime, I realized that I don't have any doubts. That I can't stand another day without our life being back to what it used to be. Marry me now, Frankie.

Frankie: What the hell. Let's do it.

Cass: [Laughs]

Frankie: So what are you waiting for? The guests are going to be here in an hour.

Kathleen: Why do you want to work for Matt and Dean?

Jake: I just do.

Kathleen: Is it perhaps because you'd like to get back into your loft and maybe mess them up a little bit?

Jake: Is that what you think of me?

Kathleen: I can't get you a job there, Jake. I know you're in trouble, and I'd -- and I'd like to help, but not this way, uh-uh.

Jake: Man. I'm gonna hate taking that job for Carl Hutchins I'm just kidding, I wouldn't take the job with Carl Hutchins. It's a joke.

Kathleen: There's gotta be some other kind of job that you can get in this town.

Jake: Do you know what it's like, Kathleen, to see those two kids in your place? I mean, it's my space. That was my loft, my business, and now I have to go crawling back on my knees to get a job.

Kathleen: Jake.

Jake: I was getting my life together, my business was on track --

Kathleen: I know.

Jake: I was getting ready to marry Marley again.

Kathleen: Wait --

Jake: Listen, I know you think I'm the bad guy in this.

Kathleen: You raped Marley, Jake.

Jake: So many people have pounded that into her head, I'm sure she believes it. I know you believe in me.

Kathleen: Yes, I believe in the Jake that I knew before I left, and I do believe in the Jake that you could be again.

Jake: I need to know that you don't hate me.

Kathleen: I don't hate you, Jake, but don't come barging in here full of -- of schemes and tricks and expect me to go for it!

Jake: I'm sorry.

Kathleen: I care about you, Jake. But don't ask me to ignore what you've done. Just like what I have done is part of me, what you have done is part of you.

Jake: Everything I have done has been for Marley. I thought you said you believed in me.

Kathleen: I love you, Jake. But I believe Marley.

Jake: Let me tell you something, Kathleen. I've paid. I am not gonna watch my life go down in flames. I'm gonna get my life back, with or without you.

[Door slams]

Frankie: Rachel --

Cass: Oh, Felicia --

Frankie: Hi, it's Frankie.

Cass: I'm sorry, but --

Frankie: Ah, I'm fine, thank you.

Cass: I've been looking the whole week --

Frankie: I really have to be brief. I'm getting married.

Cass: Frankie loves those.

Frankie: This afternoon! In an hour! I know...

Cass: She's got a hearty appetite.

Frankie: Yeah. You can be there, can't you?

Cass: When have I ever done anything conventionally, huh?

Frankie: What can you do for me? My brain is thinking so fast. I gotta get out of here. You can call Amanda?

Cass: Be here in an hour?

Frankie: Ah, that'll be great.

Cass: I love you, too.

Frankie: I look forward to seeing you. Bye-bye. Ok, so the food is set?

Cass: Felicia's got it covered.

Frankie: I love you.

Cass: I love you, too. Oh, not you, Jamie.

Frankie: Hi, Sharlene.

Cass: This is Cass.

Cass and Frankie: I'm getting married!

Cass: Of course to Frankie Ė

Frankie: Of course to Cass Ė

Cass and Frankie: You idiot!

Frankie: What's the matter?

Cass: What, are you crazy?

Frankie: Is John working?

Cass: I was wondering --

Frankie: Aw, man!

Cass: If you and Marley were busy in an hour.

Frankie: When do you think he could make it?

Cass: Call us crazy.

Frankie: Ok, right. Look, Sharlene, I know --

Cass: Ok, great.

Frankie: It's probably too late to get a babysitter --

Cass: I'm wondering if there's anybody else we can tell.

Frankie: You don't think that she would mind?

Cass: Hmm.

Frankie: Oh, that's great! Oh, sure --

Cass: I'm puzzled.

Frankie: Is that Jamie?

Cass: Yeah, who's that?

Frankie: It's Sharlene.

Cass and Frankie: Hold on.

Frankie: Tell Jamie to tell John to try to get here.

Cass: Jamie, tell John to try and get here.

Frankie: Yeah, tell him to wheel the patients in if he has to, but to make it.

Cass: Did you hear that? Wheel the patient here if he has to.

Frankie: I need you to be my matron of honor, ok?

Cass: As long as he makes it. Sharlene's gonna be here.

Frankie: Yeah, I know, sweetie.

Cass: Oh, the patient is cordially invited.

Frankie: Honey, I don't have time to worry about flowers -- [Gasps] Flowers.

Cass: Flowers?

Frankie: Sharlene, is she here?

Cass: Honey, you're not carrying a bush down the aisle.

Frankie: She's handling it.

Cass: She's handling the bush?

Frankie: Lilacs, too, ok? My dress. Sharlene, you do not want to get me started on my dress. You would not --

[Doorbell rings]

Frankie: Oh, hold on a second. Sharlene, I had this store that was sending me this dress -- ow, Cass!

Cass: Oh, by the way --

Frankie: Hold on.

Cass: Jamie's got a gall bladder, but he's gonna be here. He's gonna do the best he can. I told him to just sew that sucker up and get his tail on over here.

Frankie: Great.

Cass: Hello!

Frankie: Sharlene, you would not believe -- they sent me this pink satin piece of garbage.

Cass: Yes, it's her brother.

Frankie: From my junior prom, it's unbelievable.

Cass: And I'm getting married. Thank you very much.

Frankie: Cass came over, and we decided within the hour. The minister had a free hour, it was amazing. I don't know why he wants to do it so fast. Of course, I'm thrilled that he wants to do it, but --

Cass: Does this sound like a prank call, lady?

Frankie: I'm losing my mind.

Cass: You're right, it does.

Frankie: I don't know what I'm going to do with my hair. I have no food. Well, Feliciaís taking care of the food, thank God.

Cass: Well, thank you very much.

Frankie: What I would ever do without her.

Cass: Bye.

Frankie: Sharlene, I really need you to get here --

Cass: [Whistles loudly]

Frankie: Whoa, what?

Cass: Dress is here!

Frankie: I've got to go. Get here now. Bye. Ugh. So --

Cass: So.

Frankie: Let's hope this is the right one this time.

Cass: You know what?

Frankie: What?

Cass: I don't care what you wear. In fact, if this is wrong, we'll get married naked. Your mother won't be there.

Frankie: My mother.

Cass: Your mother. Honey, she can't get here from Oklahoma in 45 minutes.

Frankie: She'll haunt us, Cass.

Cass: We'll have a sťance and get rid of her.

[Phone rings]

Frankie: Cass --

Cass: Honey --

Frankie: Hello. Ryan! Great, oh, thank -- thank you for getting back to me so fast. Would you shut up one minute? Thank you. Listen, remember that wedding of mine, the one that you ruined totally? Yeah, well, I'm giving you a chance to make it up to me. I'm talking a wedding, detective. Me and Cass, one hour, here. You can make it? Ah, that's great. Yeah, ok, bring Vicky, too, ok? All righty, bye-bye. Is that ok with you?

Cass: If he kidnaps you again, I will not be held responsible for my actions, ok? Open this up.

Frankie: You can't look, it's bad luck.

Cass: Yes, we're doing everything so traditionally here today.

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: All right, all right.

Frankie: Ok -- aah! No!

Cass: Wrong size?

Frankie: Look.

Cass: I canít. You told me I couldn't look.

Frankie: Oh, you can look at that because there's no way in hell I am going to wear it. Do you still believe in fate, Cass?

Marley: All right, Stacey, what about these?

Stacey: Oh, those are great.

Marley: You like? I hope Jamie likes them.

Stacey: Oh, he will.

Marley: He will? You really think so?

Stacey: What? He would like anything you brought home. You could tell him you wanted a lifetime supply of paper plates, and he'd -- "oh, terrific!"

Marley: Love is blind, is that what you're telling me?

Stacey: In your case, my friend, yes.

Marley: Oh, good.

Michael: Stacey, we have plans.

Stacey: Michael, hi!

Michael: Hi, how are you? We have a wedding to go to.

Marley: A wedding? Now?

Michael: Yes, as a matter of fact, my office just called. Cass called, said we're supposed to get right over there.

Stacey: No way --

Michael: Yes, indeed.

Marley: Whoa.

Stacey: I can't believe it.

Michael: He's getting married now, today.

Stacey: He is going to marry Frankie today?

Michael: In 42 minutes.

Marley: 42?

Stacey: Oh, I can't believe it.

Marley: He's amazing.

Michael: Isn't that something? Anyway, we're supposed to -- I'm supposed to take you two over there. We're going to meet Jamie at the house, I just talked to him.

Marley: Well, I've got my car. Stacey, why don't you go with Michael?

Stacey: No, I can't, I'm due in the courthouse in an hour.

Michael: I'm sorry, honey. A message from the man himself. If you ain't there, you in the doghouse.

Marley: Whoa.

Stacey: Ok. Ok, then, can you drive me over to the courthouse, and I'll file for a continuance?

Michael: Sure, I think I could swing that.

Stacey: Ok.

Michael: Oh, by the way, these are for you.

Stacey: Am I in the bridal party?

Michael: No, these are just for you, from me.

Marley: Oh, how sweet.

Michael: Aw.

Stacey: Oh, thank you. They're beautiful. Well, come on, we'd better get going.

Marley: Ok, I'll meet you there.

Michael: See you there?

Marley: Yes, absolutely.

Michael: Ok.

Marley: I'll be there.

Stacey: How sweet of you.

Jake: I didn't mean to scare you.

Marley: What are you doing here?

Jake: So that's your crystal, huh?

Marley: Go away.

Jake: We have to talk.

Marley: No, we donít.

Jake: Doing all this wedding stuff by yourself, do you remember when we did it?

Marley: Oh, Jake, stop it.

Jake: We did everything together. Where's Jamie?

Marley: He's got a job.

Jake: Touchť.

Marley: If you don't walk away from me right now, I'm going to scream bloody murder, and the security --

Jake: I'm not here to bother you.

Marley: What are you thinking?

Jake: I don't want to hurt you.

Marley: Then leave me alone.

Jake: You don't understand me anymore, do you?

Marley: No.

Jake: You misunderstand everything I say, everything I do.

Marley: Are you ever going to be out of my life, Jake?

Jake: We have to talk sooner or later.

Marley: Well, not -- not here.

Jake: Marley, I had to come. You won't see me, you won't talk --

Marley: Because you're crazy.

Jake: In your heart, I know you don't believe that's true.

Marley: You forced me --

Jake: That's just it. I want you to stop treating me --

Marley: Like you raped me?

Jake: I know that's how you see it, but that's how it -- that's not how it was. Now, you hear me out.

Jenna: Love silk. For silky, smooth, younger-looking skin.

Dean: That's it? That is the worst thing I've ever heard.

Matt: Dean, give it a second. Come on!

Dean: Aw, guys, guys. First of all, if either one of you have ever watched TV in the last decade, you'd know that nobody sells anything like that anymore.

Jenna: Like what?

Dean: Like a housewife, honey. Get up.

Matt: Hey, Jenna does not look like a housewife.

Dean: All right, listen to me. Look, there's a trick to it, man. And the trick to advertising is to -- to have an ad that has nothing to do with the product. Watch, I'll show you.

Matt: Oh, brother.

Jenna: What?

Dean: Yeah, first of all -- get out of my shot, honey. Thank you. First of all, if you want to sell body lotion to a woman, you should use a man.

Matt: Wait, but -- you want to be the spokesman for love silk?

Dean: Do you want my help or don't you, man?

Matt: I want a jingle, not an ad campaign.

Dean: Ok, but I write the jingles. I write the jingles.

Matt: I know, but so far you're just bossing everyone around.

Dean: Aw, Matt, Matt!

Matt: We can't get anything done, come on!

Dean: We want these guys to think that we're professionals, don't we?

Matt: Yes.

Dean: Right, so we come up with a whole concept, not just a jingle. Even a rough home video would be good, or a storyboard.

Matt: Wait a second, let's not get over our heads here.

Dean: No, they buy the whole image, man. And if, say, they don't like the song that I like but they like the whole idea, they won't fire us. They'll just send us back to the drawing board, or me, to the -- the keyboard, as the case may be.

Jenna: That's a good idea.

Dean: Thank you.

Matt: It is.

Dean: Yeah. Yeah. So if she likes it, you like it, huh?

Matt: No, no, no. I like it because... if you were a customer, would you buy body lotion from that man?

Jenna: I like the idea of a man doing the pitching. As if he'd buy the product for his -- for someone that he cares about.

Matt: Yes! That's great! Dean, what did I tell you? A woman's opinion's gonna turn this around for us.

Jenna: Oh, yeah, she's been a big help.

Matt: She inspired you. Come on, admit it.

Dean: My muse to body lotion, yes.

Matt: Ok, Jenna, sit down here for a minute. Here, let me grab that. Now, these are a couple of little slogans the company sent us. They want us to put these to music. Just -- anything grab you, yell.

Jenna: [Laughs]

[Phone rings]

Frankie: Yeah?

Dean: Frankie, it's Dean.

Frankie: You had better be here in 10 minus.

Dean: Well, I'm working on it, Frankie. I'm working on it.

Frankie: I need you here! We need you here! This place is a disaster area!

Dean: That's why I'm calling. See, I was wondering if you could get speedy Gonzales over there to change his mind.

Frankie: Honey, this thing is a go even if I have to wear sweatpants. Now, look, I need you to do me a big favor. Could you please, please, please, please, please pick up three gallons of chocolate chocolate-chip ice cream for dessert on your way home? Ok, bye.

Matt and Jenna: [Laughing]

Dean: Ah, if I could just crawl back into bed and pretend this day never started.

Michael: Is that Nurse Ratched gone? Hi. I want you to come home with me. Now.

Donna: What happened?

Michael: I just can't stand to see you suffering like this.

Donna: Michael, this is my punishment.

Michael: No. Look, I've had your parole revoked. I think your only job from now on should be loving me.

Donna: Oh, Michael.

Michael: That is, if you can forgive me.

Donna: I can forgive you.

Michael: I love you, Donna.

Donna: I know.

Michael: Then kiss me.

Stacey: Just one phone call, I promise.

Michael: Ok, all right.

[Mop handle hits floor]

Stacey: I promise it won't take more than a minute.

Michael: Ok.

Stacey: Ok? One quick call, and we are out. What's the number? Shoot, shoot.

Michael: Tell you what.

Stacey: What?

Michael: That can wait.

Stacey: Oh, I don't think it can.

Michael: Yes, it can.

Stacey: No, uh-uh. Maybe one second, it can wait.

Michael: You think so? Hmm? It can wait?

Stacey: Mm-hmm.

Michael: What? Hey. Something wrong?

Stacey: No, no, no. We gotta get going.

Michael: Well, wait a minute. You seem a little upset.

Stacey: No, I'm not.

Michael: Come on, now. Your mood has changed completely.

Stacey: No, I was just -- I don't know, I was just thinking about Cass and Frankie.

Michael: You were thinking about Cass and Frankie while you were kissing me? Thanks a lot.

Stacey: Well, I was thinking -- I was thinking about how their whole life just seems to be completely falling apart because of something that they didn't settle from the past.

Michael: Stacey, they had no way of knowing about Kathleen.

Stacey: Michael, that's not what I mean.

Michael: Stacey, I was not thinking about Donna.

[Knock on door]

Donna: Excuse me. I just saw Victoria and she told me about Cass and Frankieís wedding, and of course she wants me to go, but I'd be violating my parole if I did, and I figured that the two of you would be going.

Stacey: Yeah, we are.

Donna: Well, please send them my best wishes and every happiness. I can spot a good marriage a mile away. I used to have one myself. Carry on. Sorry to have interrupted.

Michael: [Sighs]

Stacey: Oh.

Michael: Shall we go?

Cass: Are you saying you still love me?

Kathleen: I wouldn't have done what I did three years ago if I didnít.

Cass: But you told me you let go.

Kathleen: What difference does that make now, Cass? Hmm? Why do we have to go through this every single time we're alone together?

Cass: Are you saying you wish that I were alone, that I had never met Frankie?

Kathleen: Of course that's what I wish, you idiot. It's a moot point now, isn't it?

Cass: Kathleen.

Kathleen: I didn't want to do this. I really -- I just didn't want you to -- to know.

Cass: How you feel.

Kathleen: It just doesn't make a difference.

Cass: Oh, but I think it does.

Kathleen: You've chosen Frankie. And why shouldn't you? She's great.

Cass: And you told me you loved Joe.

Kathleen: And you believed me.

Cass: What are you saying?

Kathleen: Cass, do you honestly think that I could love him the way that I -- this is crazy.

Cass: I would change everything if I had the chance.

[Phone rings]

Cass: I'll get it. I'll get it, I'll get it. Yeah?

Kathleen: That's a great way to answer the phone, Cass.

Cass: Kathleen.

Kathleen: You sound busy.

Cass: I have a second. Is everything all right?

Kathleen: Yeah. I guess. Nothing's really changed.

Cass: I'm sorry.

Kathleen: I was just feeling -- I just wanted to be able to talk to a friend.

Cass: Well, I'm glad you still think of me in that way.

Kathleen: You know, one of the hardest things about being away from you was not being able to talk to you. Look, if anything has come out of this that's good, it's that I hope that we'll still be able to be in each other's lives.

 [Door bell rings]

Kathleen: On whatever level.

Frankie: Cass, I can't get that.

Cass: I can't -- I'm on the phone.

Frankie: Would you get off? I'm half naked!

Kathleen: What's going on there?

Cass: Things are a little complicated.

Frankie: Now you've seen me in my wedding outfit.

Cass: Well, how could I help it? You walked in here.

Frankie: Oh, this is such horrible luck. I knew we should have waited for a better alignment with Saturn before we did this!

Kathleen: Is that Frankie?

Cass: Did you say something?

Frankie: Yes! The doorbell is ringing, you're ignoring it, and now you've seen me in my wedding outfit.

Cass: Things are a little hectic here, you know?

Kathleen: Yeah, I can tell.

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: Cass, the minister is here.

Cass: Yes, I can see that, Frankie. I'm sorry, what were you saying?

Frankie: Will you get off the phone, please?

Cass: What?

Frankie: Would you get off the phone, please?

Kathleen: Forget it.

Cass: I'm --

Kathleen: Yeah, I know.

Cass: I'm glad you called.

Kathleen: Well, I guess my timing stinks.

Cass: Kathleen, I am your friend.

Kathleen: Look, I've -- I've got to go. I have a date with a flu shot, ok? Bye.

Minister: I only have 30 minutes, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: Well, we'll just have to knock this off in 25, then, won't we?

Frankie: Cass. Cass! Uh, we're a little nervous.

Jake: I'm not going to back off. I am going to say what I have to say, and you're going to listen to me.

Marley: Don't tell me what I'm going to do.

Jake: That night at the loft, I was just trying to show you how much I loved you.

Marley: Jake, you believe that?

Jake: How else to get to you and show you how much -- what we had together?

Marley: You're a pig.

Jake: I waited for you. The night of our wedding, you were scared and shy, and I did everything right then --

Marley: Stop it.

Jake: I didn't force you, I waited. It was perfect. It's what you wanted, it's what I wanted. It's been so long, Marley, everyone's tried to poison you against me. I thought I had to show you. I thought I had to show you what we had. That's why I made love to you.

Marley: It was not making love. You should have hit me, it would have been easier to understand.

Jake: How can you say that? I never --

Marley: Whoever shot that gun should have killed you. You deserve to be dead.

Matt: Yes, sir. Thank you. Ok. Goodbye.

Dean: Yeah? What?

Matt: We got it!

Dean: We got it?

Jenna: It's yours?

Matt: We got it!

Dean: We got it.

Matt: They love the idea, they can't wait to hear the jingle!

Dean: That's great.

Jenna: That's great.

Dean: Listen, I'm going to get on home. I'll get home, I'll get back early, I'll work on it real early in the morning, ok?

Matt: Dean!

Dean: Yeah?

Matt: This is good news!

Dean: It's good news, man, it is.

Matt: So why do you look like your dog died?

Dean: Look, I'll write a really catchy jingle, and we will make a million bucks, ok? All right, I'll see you later, you guys. Oh, man.

Matt: We did it! Oh, we did it!

Jenna: [Laughs]

Dean: We'll make a million bucks.

Marley: Jake. What the hell do you want from me?

Jake: Don't press charges against me. You owe me a second chance, Marley. You owe me.

Frankie: Honey, could you hurry up? The guests are going to be here any minute.

Minister: Will you be ready soon, Miss Frame?

Frankie: Oh, yes, Reverend, we'll have you out of here in no time. Cass, do you hear me? You're not getting cold feet, are you?

Cass: Let's get married.

Kathleen: Keith, can you bring the car around? Yes, I will wait inside. [Screams]

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