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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?
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.
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: Was that Cass?
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.
Rachel: Honey, what's your schedule like today?
Rachel: I need some help with wedding arrangements.
Amanda: Um, didn't I tell you?
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.
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?
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?
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: 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.
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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