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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/28/07

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Sharlene: So glad you could get away to do this.

John: I wasn't about to miss Gregoryís first swimming lesson.

Sharlene: Do you think this is a good idea? John, he's so little.

John: I'll be in there with him.

Sharlene: So little.

John: Did you remember to bring his swimming trunks?

Sharlene: You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

John: Being Gregoryís Daddy? You bet I am. You know what else?

Sharlene: What?

John: I love loving his Mommy.

Sharlene: This is the way it should be, John.

John: You and me and Gregory, with no thoughts of Taylor.

Sharlene: Well, it's almost the way it should be.

John: What do you mean?

Sharlene: Oh, I just can't help wondering what she's going to do next.

John: Listen, we'll take care of Taylor. Now, come on, let's go change. Right?

Sharlene: Ready, swimmer? Come on. I'll -- I'll take you.

Jake: We had a deal.

Paulina: Take your grubby hands off of me.

Jake: You're supposed to be doing a job for me.

Paulina: This is not the place, Jake.

Jake: Oh? You want me to go to the cops?

Paulina: Yeah, you go ahead.

Jake: Think about it, Paulina. What do you think Rachel and Grant would say if they found out you shot me?

Cass: Sleep well?

Frankie: Yeah, went out like a light. You?

Cass: Not badly. Actually, the couch is pretty comfortable.

Frankie: Good.

Cass: Look, would you mind paying the bills this month? I never did get around to it.

Frankie: It's all covered, Cass.

Cass: Oh. Uh, the plumber show up?

Frankie: Yes, he left an estimate, and I told him I would talk to you.

Cass: Ok. That's fine. I'll get back to work.

Frankie: Cass, um -- yeah, I'm -- I'm pretty busy, too.

Cass: If you need anything, Frankie --

Frankie: Everything's fine. Bye.

Dean: Hey.

Frankie: Hmm?

Dean: Was that Cass?

Frankie: Yeah.

Dean: When's he coming home?

Frankie: That's a good question.

Dean: Did he leave you for Kathleen?

Kathleen: Cass? You've left Frankie, haven't you?

Mark: Stop chewing.

Amanda: You haven't even touched your salad.

Mark: I never eat while I'm working.

Amanda: You're not here to photograph me.

Mark: These are for my book.

Amanda: What book?

Mark: Well, you know. The one about a day in the life of a publisher who also happens to look like a goddess.

Amanda: A goddess? That smells like tuna fish?

Mark: Oh, you stick with me and you'll be on every coffee table across America.

Amanda: You'll sell six copies, all to my immediate family.

Mark: Oh, boy, oh, boy. You know, I was really looking forward to the bathtub sequence.

Amanda: Excuse me?

Mark: At least I got your mind off of Sam.

Amanda: Who said I was thinking about Sam?

Mark: Oh, you got that faraway look in your eye. My guess is it's Italy.

Amanda: It's a great opportunity for him.

Mark: Well, it must be. He lit out of here faster than you can say, "arrivederci, Bay City."

Amanda: It's going to be difficult to replace him.

Mark: Yeah, if you say so.

Amanda: Well, you don't come across art directors as talented as Sam every day.

Mark: Or ex-husbands.

Amanda: Just another reminder that I blew it.

Rachel: Hello, Mark.

Mark: Oh, hi, Mrs. Cory, how are you?

Rachel: Excuse me for interrupting.

Mark: Sure.

Rachel: Honey, what's your schedule like today?

Amanda: Why?

Rachel: I need some help with wedding arrangements.

Amanda: Um, didn't I tell you?

Rachel: What?

Amanda: Carl Hutchins is coming over in about 15 minutes.

Rachel: Over here?

Amanda: Yeah, we're doing a second interview.

Rachel: This is the first I've heard of this.

Amanda: It was really a last-minute kind of thing.

Rachel: Amanda, I don't want that man in my house.

Amanda: This is my house, too, Mom. The arrangements have already been made. We have plenty of security here.

Rachel: This is not the last we're going to hear of this subject.

Man: These need your signature, Rachel.

Rachel: Yeah.

Ada: Rachel, is Amanda busy?

Rachel: Amanda has just invited Carl over here.

Ada: Carl Hutchins?

Rachel: One and the same.

Ada: That girl is not thinking.

Man: Rachel, do you know anything about this?

Rachel: What?

Man: This check was postdated, but the bank accepted it anyway. It's written on Paulinaís account.

Rachel: Let me see. What on earth?

Ada: More good news. Who are you calling?

Rachel: Paulina. I want an explanation.

Jake: You're supposed to be my eyes and ears in the Cory mansion.

Paulina: You're supposed to keep quiet.

Jake: Why should I? I haven't heard one word.

Paulina: I've been busy.

Jake: Catering to Grant?

Paulina: That is none of your business.

Jake: You think he'll visit you when you're in prison?

Paulina: I know this is probably asking too much, but can we not do this now?

Jake: With your social calendar, I don't know when I'll see you again.

Paulina: Look, Jake, I'll spy for you, but I really don't want to be seen with you. You understand?

Jake: I'm not into secret handshakes or decoder rings, Paulina.

Paulina: Well, you're going to have to give me some time.

Jake: I don't have time. I understand that Grant's thinking about running for the Senate.

Paulina: You leave Grant out of this.

Jake: Wonder what everybody would think if they found out about his girlfriend's trigger-happy past.

Paulina: You don't have to threaten me, Jake. I'm going to come through for you.

Jake: Clock's ticking.

Paulina: Well, I do have a few things, come to think of it.

Jake: That's better.

Paulina: For one thing, Jamie and Marley are more in love than ever.

Jake: Spare me your editorial commentary.

Paulina: They're getting married in a castle.

Jake: Wonder where they came up with that.

Paulina: Oh, it's only fitting, don't you think? I mean, they have such a storybook romance.

Jake: What else?

Paulina: Let's see. Marley showed me the patterns that she and Jamie picked out for their china and silver. Must have cost a fortune.

Jake: Nothing but the best for Jamie and Marley, huh?

Paulina: There is one other thing. You're going to be happy about this one. Marley doesn't seem to be permanently damaged by what you did. Because whenever I see them together, they cannot take their hands off of each other.

Jake: You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Paulina: Jamie's going to have everything you wanted. You blew it, Jake. But good.

Kathleen: Listen, why don't you go wait or watch, or whatever you do, outside? Thanks. I called your house late last night, and Frankie said that you were here. Cass, I have to talk to you.

Cass: What else did Frankie tell you?

Kathleen: Nothing.

Cass: Yeah, I was here last night when you called. I let the answering machine pick up.

Kathleen: Cass, something's happened.

Cass: Yes. I've moved out. But not to move in with you.

Kathleen: Cass, that's not what I mean.

Cass: I need for us to be very clear about that.

Kathleen: I never meant for this to happen.

Cass: I know.

Kathleen: The last thing I want to do is cause you pain. Or anyone else.

Cass: What's wrong? What's happened, Kathleen?

Ryan: Kathleen?

Kathleen: Ryan.

Ryan: You tell him?

Cass: Tell me what?

Kathleen: About Joe.

Cass: You've heard from him?

Ryan: I think something happened to him. He may be --

Cass: Where did this come from?

Ryan: I traced him to a motel outside of town.

Cass: Right, he took off when things didn't work out for him with Kathleen.

Ryan: He checked in that night in advance. Next morning he wasn't there, but the car that he rented was.

Kathleen: Next day the car was gone.

Ryan: Our guys found it at the airport.

Cass: And this is why you think Joe may be dead?

Ryan: Joe wasn't even seen at the airport, but his car was.

Cass: What about the note he sent?

Kathleen: He was trying to tell me something was wrong. I just -- I didn't see it in time.

Cass: How do you know?

Kathleen: He signed the note "ciao." I mean, Joe would never do that.

Cass: And nobody's heard from him?

Ryan: Well, the feds have agents searching the area around the motel, but, nothing so far.

Kathleen: I killed him.

Ryan: Joe knew the risks.

Cass: Carl paid me a little visit last night.

Kathleen: What?

Ryan: What did he want?

Cass: He was just on a fishing expedition.

Kathleen: He wanted the name of my source, didn't he?

Cass: I guess he thought you would have told me by now.

Kathleen: How did he get in here?

Ryan: Did you say anything to Hutchins?

Cass: That even Kathleen didn't know the source's name or identity. I was just making things up as I went along.

Kathleen: Think he bought it?

Cass: Carl is not going to quit until he gets that name.

Kathleen: How did he get in here? I mean, what kind of security do you people provide?

Cass: Kathleen, it's time you tell us everything now.

Kathleen: Cass, I canít.

Cass: You have to, before another innocent person dies.

Dean: This stinks, Frankie. This stinks.

Frankie: You're a regular Lord Byron, you know that?

Dean: You and Cass had everything going for you until little Kathleen decided she doesn't like being dead anymore.

Frankie: Cass is trying to do the right thing.

Dean: Really? For who?

Frankie: For all of us.

Dean: The creep walked out on you, Frankie.

Frankie: It wasn't like that, Dean. And besides, he does need time to think. She was his wife.

Dean: No, no, no. She lost dibs on him the day she told him that she died in a plane crash.

Frankie: She didn't die. And neither did their love for each other.

Dean: Does he know what he's doing to you? Does he?

Frankie: He hates what's happening.

Dean: So what? What are you going to do about it?

Frankie: I'm going to give him the time he needs.

Dean: Oh, God, get out of here.

Frankie: What else is it you want me to do, Dean?

Dean: Something, anything than sitting around here being the good little wifey while Kathleenís making all the moves on your husband.

Frankie: Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie. You're the best, do you know that? You really are.

Dean: Is this the reaction you usually give people when they yell at you? Is it?

Frankie: You've been very loyal to me, and I appreciate --

Dean: I'm trying to work you up into a fighting frenzy here, Frankie.

Frankie: I have to do this my way.

Dean: Well, fine. Bake the guy a pie. What could it hurt?

Frankie: Now, if Cass chose me over Kathleen because I cooked better or I wore sexier lingerie --

Dean: Now you're talking. Now you're talking.

Frankie: What kind of a marriage would I have, Dean?

Dean: I don't know, I don't know. Just worry about that after you ace the competition.

Frankie: I can't do it that way. Cass has got to marry me for the right reasons or not at all.

Kathleen: I canít. I just canít.

Cass: It's the only way.

Ryan: Cass is right.

Cass: Keeping quiet didn't help Joe.

Kathleen: What difference will it make if you know?

Ryan: If Carl is trying to knock off the people that you trust, one by one, then we have to be prepared. We have to know everything.

Kathleen: But if I tell you what I know, then you will be in the same place that I am.

Cass: Which is right where we belong. You can't do this alone anymore.

Kathleen: I don't know what to do.

Cass: Tell us.

Kathleen: All right. All right, I will.

Rachel: You know how I feel about people doing things behind my back.

Amanda: I didn't tell you because I didn't want to have this discussion again.

Rachel: Carl has had plenty of time to shove his new image down Americaís throat.

Amanda: And that issue sold out.

Rachel: Is that your excuse for letting Carl manipulate you?

Amanda: America loves a good villain.

Rachel: That's sensationalism, Amanda. That has nothing to do with this magazine.

Amanda: I'm not canceling the interview.

Rachel: Amanda, where one stands on issues is more important than selling magazines.

Mark: Well said, well said.

Amanda: We both have this stubborn streak, you know?

Mark: Yeah, but you just stood toe-to-toe with one of the most powerful women in American publishing, and you didn't blink.

Amanda: It's a lot easier when that woman happens to be your mother.

Mark: I don't know. Sometimes proving yourself to someone you love is a hell of a lot harder.

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