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Another World Transcript Monday 6/27/05
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Donna: I think we should have coffee and dessert in here. Although, you know, it's been so hot lately; maybe we should have ice coffee instead. What do you think?
Michael: I think that I will pass. I have some work to do.
Donna: Michael, not now.
Michael: Donna, I have work to do, end of story.
Donna: But I have white chocolate mousse here. Now, donít tell me you're not tempted.
Michael: I think I'll get that. Excuse me.
Donna: Why doesn't anybody ever call? You would think that nobody had a telephone around here!
Vicky: You will not believe this one.
Donna: What's wrong?
Vicky: Marley forgave Jake. They've decided to get back together.
Vicky: No, but you want to hear the kicker? They want Steven now.
Donna: Oh, darling, that's not possible!
Vicky: They said they're going to raise my son, mother.
Donna: Why does she keep taking Jake back? Doesn't she know he's never going to stop lying to her?
Vicky: Well, she has no problems believing him if she thinks she's going to get my baby out of the whole thing.
Donna: All right, calm down now. I'm going to handle Marley. What we have to do is figure --
Michael: Will you two both be quiet?
Lucas: That was lovely. Thank you.
Felicia: My pleasure.
Lucas: Terrific food. A chance to talk.
Felicia: I thought we'd be spending this evening with our daughter.
Lucas: So did I. But you know when Susan Miller turned out to be the wrong person --
Felicia: It's funny, because we're not defeated, are we?
Lucas: No. We're just as excited as we ever were.
Felicia: That's amazing.
Lucas: Yes, it is.
Felicia: You know, when I -- when I held her for just those few minutes --
Lucas: I know. It made us sure we had to find her.
Felicia: It's the most important thing in my life. The most important.
Lucas: Is it really?
Felicia: Luke, it's our baby. How would I feel?
Lucas: Mitch keeps saying how difficult this is for you.
Felicia: Excuse me.
Felicia: Rachel, hi. Come in.
Rachel: Oh, hi, Lucas.
Lucas: Hi, Rachel.
Rachel: I'm sorry, I donít mean to be interrupting.
Felicia: No, no, you're not interrupting.
Rachel: I just --
Felicia: We just finished dinner.
Rachel: I wanted to speak to Mitch just for a minute.
Felicia: He's not here. He had a last-minute assignment.
Rachel: Oh, I see.
Iris: Now, I want you to keep the classical music on at all times, and keep it low.
Vivien: "Real low."
Iris: I donít want any of your cowboy melodies creeping in.
Vivien: "No cowboy melodies."
Iris: Mm-hmm. Oh, that reminds me -- do remember to keep a check on the air conditioning. It's so terribly hot outside.
Vivien: "Check air for sweating."
Iris: Vivien, board members donít sweat. They glow.
Vivien: "Board members glow."
Vivien: You look so good, Mrs. Wheeler.
Iris: Oh, I do?
Iris: Well, thank you.
Vivien: I'm glad to see you're starting to do things again. I'm so glad that you're starting to have fun again.
Iris: Au contraire, Vivien.
Vivien: Au contraire, Mrs. Wheeler?
Iris: Yes, this dinner party isnít just fun, you realize.
Vivien: Just business, huh?
Iris: Mm-hmm. Deadly serious business. And if everything goes the way I want it to tonight, I'll be back on top at Cory Publishing again.
Vivien: You will?
Iris: Yes. Whether Amanda and Rachel like it or not.
Stacey: Get those windows open. "Stacey, we did it. Felicia and I hijacked Cass and got him on a plane to the islands. Maybe now he can rest. See you, Frankie." Well, have a good time. Oh, why isnít the air conditioning working?
[Tap on wall]
Michael: Will you both just be quiet?
Donna: Did you just hear --
Vicky: Jake has convinced Marley to move back in and --
Michael: Shut up! Thank you. Now sit. Sit!
Donna: All right.
Donna: Would you like --
Michael: No! We are going to discuss this like the rational family that we are. No hysteria, all right?
Vicky: Yeah, some family.
Michael: Hey, the last thing we need is to be at each other's throats.
Vicky: What am I supposed to do, roll over and play dead because my sister wants --?
Michael: No, you are not supposed to roll over and play dead, but I would like to talk to Marley about this first.
Donna: Jake is the one that you need to talk --
Michael: Donna --
Vicky: Dad, you donít know the whole story. Jake is trying to prove I'm an unfit mother. He's gotten a lawyer already.
Michael: Fine, fine, fine. Well, I want to hear the whole story. Just calm down. I want to hear the whole story -- from Victoria -- with no interruptions. No interruptions. Why donít we start at the beginning?
Rachel: I'm sorry, I should have called first.
Felicia: No, donít be silly. You're always welcome here.
Rachel: I just barged in.
Felicia: No. How about having some coffee with us, all right?
Rachel: Well, no, you know what, I was just up in Tops and I decided I'd come down and ask Mitch if he's heard at all from Matthew.
Felicia: Oh, I donít know. We've been a little busy here with --
Rachel: That's right! Did you meet her?
Lucas: Susan Miller turned out to be the wrong person.
Rachel: Oh, no! Oh, I'm so sorry. You were so excited.
Felicia: Yes, we were.
Lucas: But we're going to keep on looking.
Rachel: Sure you are.
Felicia: Listen, come, would you sit down, please?
Rachel: No, I really have to get back to work. We've got to prepare for this board meeting.
Felicia: Oh, I can imagine, yeah.
Lucas: Well, that should be cut-and-dried.
Lucas: Well, I would imagine they would just give you Macís position.
Rachel: Oh, no, I donít think it's written. No, I have to prove myself to the board. And they can be pretty hard to figure out.
Felicia: Well, if they donít know who you are, you just have them call me. I'll straighten them right out.
Rachel: Ok, thanks. But it's really not the board, it's Iris mostly I'm worried about.
Vivien: How about Mr. Rainsley?
Iris: Ah, George Rainsley. Divorced, interested in art deco, has one daughter, Linda, best remembered for her smile with the dimples.
Vivien: That's the best you can say about her?
Iris: Come on, Vivien.
Vivien: All right, I'm sorry. Mrs. Jacobs -- isnít she the one with the funny giggle?
Iris: That's what's called a tinkling laugh, Vivien. Oh, Priscilla Jacobs. That reminds me, she just had a face-lift. Do tell her how well and pretty she looks and remember to ask her how she managed to stay so young.
Vivien: Oh, come on. She's been around since hector was a pup.
Iris: Vivien, Priscilla Jacobs, ok? Widow of Bernie, has two children, Doris and Bernie Jr. Bernie Jr. Is a stockbroker, lives in New York, married. Doris, unfortunately, is still a spinster.
Vivien: Right, still single.
Vivien: Now, Mrs. Cory, I donít want to be the one to throw cold water on this party, but --
Iris: But what?
Vivien: Donít these people ever read the newspapers?
Iris: I certainly hope they do, Vivien.
Vivien: Donít you think that they're aware of your attempted takeover of Cory Publishing last summer?
Iris: Well, I'm sure they're also aware that I was trying to help my father.
Vivien: Not according the newspapers.
Iris: Well, we'll just have to turn them around, then, wonít we?
Vivien: Ok, but donít you think they're going to be a little suspicious?
Iris: No, I think what they're really interested in is the success of Cory Publishing.
Iris: Exactly. And I hardly think Daddy's company needs a grieving widow sitting in the director's chair.
Vivien: Mrs. Cory can be a very strong lady. I've been with her in a lot of different times when she's been in a bind, and she can be like a little tigress if she thinks --
Iris: Well, I just certainly hope that you keep your opinion to yourself this evening, Vivien!
Vivien: Yes, ma'am.
Iris: You'll be so busy serving, huh?
Vivien: Serving --
Iris: Maybe? Oh, gosh. Donít tell me our guests are arriving already.
Vivien: Wait a minute. I got this other question.
Iris: Oh, well, what is it?
Vivien: You know how you always have an escort, some real good-looking guy?
Iris: Yes. Well, go and answer the door.
Vivien: Who is going to be the real good-looking guy?
Iris: Donít keep everybody waiting.
Iris: Hello, Felicia. It's Iris. I was just wondering, is Lucas there?
Iris: There are several members of Coryís board of trustees coming. So, I just thought, well, maybe you'd like to join us. I mean, it could be helpful to "Sophisticate."
Lucas: It's kind of short notice.
Iris: Oh, I'm so sorry about that. But it's not black-tie or anything, well l, if you'd like to pop in for a drink, we'd like to see you. Ciao.
Felicia: You know, I have loved all of her other work.
Rachel: This one doesn't make it?
Felicia: Oh, let's put it this way -- Agatha Christie she's not.
Lucas: Excuse me, but I'm sorry, I have to leave early.
Felicia: Right now?
Lucas: Yeah, something just came up that I have to take care of.
Felicia: All right. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Lucas: Yes, and we'll start on the search right away.
Lucas: Bye-bye, Rachel.
Rachel: Interesting. Iris calls and he's out the door.
Felicia: Well, he is working on that magazine with her.
Rachel: So he says.
Vicky: At which point Marley came prancing into my house and told me that she thought she and Jake would be better parents to Steven.
Michael: Well, Jakeís been a busy little beaver, hasn't he?
Vicky: Oh, tell me about it.
Michael: Did you hear this tape that he made of Amanda?
Vicky: Yeah. What, do you not believe me now?
Michael: Of course I believe you. It's just, well, Marley and Jake probably have their own version of this.
Vicky: I'm sure they do. My own sister. I really -- I canít believe this.
Michael: Donít worry, hon, no one is going to take your baby away from you.
Vicky: I hope you're right, Dad.
Donna: I think maybe we should hire a lawyer for --
Michael: Thank you. I donít think it's the time to hire a lawyer yet. I'd like to try to work this out as a family.
Vicky: Work what out? They're lying about me and trying to prove I'm an unfit mother!
Michael: Hey, hey, hey. Enough. Now, if you're going to prove yourself to be a good mother, you're going to have to start by acting like one.
Vicky: What is that supposed to mean?
Michael: That means calm down, be mature, and act as rationally as I know you can.
Vicky: I'll try.
Michael: And be honest. No tricks.
Donna: No tricks.
Michael: Now, look, Steven is the one who really loses if we donít handle this as a family.
Vicky: The paternity tests donít come out until Friday, Dad.
Michael: Victoria --
Vicky: Jake has already --
Michael: No matter who the father is here, Steven is the one that counts. Understood?
Vicky: Thank you.
Michael: For what?
Vicky: For letting me not make a mess of things like I usually do. You're right. Maybe there's a way this can all work out.
Michael: I think there is a way this can all work out, and it's not by choosing sides, and it's not by getting ready for a battle or anything like that. Am I understood there?
Vicky: Yeah. I am really working on being honest. I'm going to work on it right now. Thank you. I'll see you later. Mother, see you later.
Michael: Take care.
Michael: And just where do you think you're going?
Stacey: Well, sorry, this is all I got.
Derek: Yeah, whatever.
Stacey: It's nice and cold, though.
Stacey: So what brings you over here?
Derek: I came to ask you to go somewhere with me, to sort of say thanks for the birthday party.
Stacey: Ah, you already thanked me for that.
Derek: Yeah, that was just words. I wanted to do something.
Stacey: No, you donít have to.
Derek: You donít want to?
Stacey: Uh-uh. It's just that I'm swamped. I have a ton of work to do. See, look, Cass went away, and now I get to handle all of his cases.
Derek: You're going to work here, in this heat?
Stacey: Yep. Oh. Boy, it is hot, isnít it? Do you remember playing in sprinklers?
Stacey: You know, when you were little. There was always somebody on, like, a really hot summer day that would set out a sprinkler in their lawn, and all the kids would come over and you'd go tearing through it? You know. No? Well, it was a good way of cooling off, anyway.
Derek: And all we have to do is go outside. Anyplace is cooler than this.
Stacey: Well, I canít. I have to work in here tonight.
Derek: How late?
Stacey: I donít know.
Derek: Well, you're not going to get very far if you donít get started. Right?
Stacey: You're right. I'm sorry, Derek, about tonight.
Derek: That's ok.
Stacey: Oh, boy. But I really do have too much work to do.
Stacey: What are you doing?
Derek: Waiting for you to figure out it's too hot to work.
Stacey: Well, you're going to have to wait a long time.
Stacey: Come on, this is not going to work.
Derek: I didnít figure it would.
Stacey: No, I mean you here.
Derek: No, I think the real problem is that you're not in the mood to work.
Stacey: Ho-ho, well, I'm know I'm not in a mood to work! But I have to. It's awful in here.
Derek: I know a place where it's cool. Where there's a great breeze. And you can hear the water.
Stacey: Oh, come on. You're torturing me. I got to stay here and work.
Derek: Ok. If you want me to go, I'll go. But all you have to do is say the word.
Stacey: Come on. This is impossible! I donít know what I want.
Derek: Sure you do.
Stacey: I have to work.
Derek: Except it's too hot. Right?
Stacey: I canít let Cass down. He's depending on me.
Derek: How come you're always so anxious to help out your brother?
Stacey: He's my brother.
Derek: Yeah, but I see you two guys fight like cats and dogs, and you turn around and you'll do anything to help him.
Stacey: Oh, just because we're fighting all the time doesn't mean I'm going to stop loving him. We fought since we were little kids.
Stacey: I mean, that's the way families are, you know. I -- I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that.
Derek: Donít be sorry for me.
Stacey: No, it's just that I forget that you didnít grow up the same way that I did, with a family, and I donít --
Derek: Well, maybe I had something better.
Derek: Freedom. While the other kids were stuck in school all day, I could do anything I wanted. I could go fishing, I could go to the library all day long.
Stacey: Yeah, but didnít --
Derek: I could get a job. Anything I wanted.
Stacey: I know, but didnít you ever feel like you missed out on --
Derek: No, whatever I missed, I made up for by being free.
Stacey: So where'd you go?
Derek: Lots of places. I took a freighter to China, and Hawaii. South America. I worked on the pipeline in Alaska, I cut cane in Jamaica.
Stacey: No way. You did all that?
Derek: Yeah. See, everybody doesn't have to grow up with pretty lawns with sprinklers and lots of kids running around.
Stacey: Look, I'm sorry. If it sounded like that, I did not mean it to.
Derek: Well, at least growing up the way I did, you donít have to live in a world full of everybody else's do's and doníts. And you donít have to spend a hot summer night in some hot, dank little room someplace. You just ask yourself, what do you really want to do? And then you do it.
Stacey: Oh, come on, it's not that easy.
Derek: Maybe you ought to give it a try sometime. What do you really want to do right now?
Stacey: I want to get out of here!
Derek: Come here.
Michael: Donna, I do hope you were listening when I was talking to Victoria about being honest.
Donna: I heard the lecture.
Michael: That was not a lecture. I did not lecture. I tried very hard not to lecture.
Donna: Well, you didnít succeed. And my position is hardly the same as Victoriaís.
Michael: Oh, I see. Well, your life is just, like, peachy keen these days, right?
Donna: Well, if you hadn't gone insane over all this honesty business --
Michael: Wait a minute. I go insane because of all the conniving and the manipulating and going behind people's backs. Not just me, by the way. It's driven all your friends away.
Donna: Has not!
Michael: Oh, yeah? Name me a friend.
Donna: Michael --
Michael: Come on, just name one.
Donna: This is absurd.
Michael: Name one, come on.
Donna: This is silly.
Michael: Who, Rachel?
Donna: Well, of course not Rachel.
Michael: Well, of course not. Well, then how about Ada? Stacey?
Donna: Just -- all right, all right, just let me think a minute.
Michael: Come on, just one. One.
Donna: Ingra Jo Hanson.
Michael: Ingra Jo Hanson. Good old Ingra. Boy, as a matter of fact, didnít Ingra Jo Hanson move to Australia last year? As a matter of fact, she moved right after you had this horrible argument with her. And, as I remember, you called her trashy.
Donna: I did not. I only said that some of the clothes she wears occasionally are tacky.
Michael: Come on, come on, come on, come on, Donna. Name me a friend current, today, hmm? One. I mean, who? Let me see. Sharlene -- no. Felicia -- now, there's not a person in the world who doesn't get along with Felicia, except -- ok. I'd say Iris. I mean, you started to have a friendship with Iris -- ok, ok. I wonít mention Iris. Come on, Donna, I canít think of anybody. Name one friend.
Donna: Why are you doing this to me?
Michael: I want you to face facts, look at reality.
Donna: Why? Why are you doing this?
Michael: Because I love you! And because you could change all this if you wanted to.
Donna: I have changed. I sat through an entire conversation between you and Victoria. I did not interrupt one time.
Michael: Permanent change, Donna. The kind where you care about more than just getting what you want. The kind where you trust the people that trust you.
Michael: "Fine" what? Where are you going?
Donna: I'll change. You want me to change, I'll change.
Michael: Well, what are you doing?
Donna: I'm going to make friends with Felicia.
Donna: You want mother Teresa, you've got mother Teresa.
[Classical music plays]
Iris: Priscilla, you must tell me what your secret is. You look absolutely marvelous.
Priscilla: Oh, thank you.
Iris: I just go green with envy every time I see you.
Priscilla: Oh, thanks!
Man: Iris, I love your apartment.
Iris: Oh, well, thank you very much. And how is that adorable daughter of yours?
Man: Just fine.
Iris: Oh, good. You know, she has the most sweetest smile. She's -- those little dimples. Is she still going to Vassar this fall?
Man: Oh, yes, she'll be in an honors program, you know.
Iris: Oh, congratulations. That's marvelous. Do have an hors d'oeuvre. Would you excuse me for a minute?
Man: Oh, yes. Thank you.
Iris: Ross, I'm so pleased you could come.
Ross: I was a bit surprised when I got your invitation.
Ross: I haven't seen you since Mac threw you out.
Iris: Well, that was a hideous mistake. You know how the papers are. They just blow everything out of proportion.
Ross: I was there, Iris. I saw it.
Iris: Daddy forgave me long ago, long before he died.
Ross: Did he?
Iris: Yes. He left me a third of his stock in Cory.
Ross: Yes, I had heard about the stock, not that that'll buy you any control.
Iris: No, perhaps not.
Ross: How are things between you and Rachel?
Iris: Well, you know how families are. At a time like this, we all try and pull together.
Iris: But my main concern at the moment is launching "Sophisticate."
Iris: Shh. It's my new magazine, and it's going to be fabulous.
Lucas: And it's going to make somebody a lot of money.
Iris: Oh, Lucas, you made it. How marvelous. I'd like you to meet Ross Gordon. This is Lucas. He's my principle advisor at "Sophisticate."
Lucas: Pleased to meet you.
Ross: You worked on the concept for "Dateline" magazine, didnít you?
Lucas: Yes, I created the concept.
Ross: Cory was very interested in that magazine.
Lucas: You lost out.
Ross: So, you're going to bring "Sophisticate" in under the Cory banner, give it a head start right off the bat, eh?
Iris: Well, yes, I'm hoping --
Lucas: On the contrary, we're not sure that "Sophisticate" is right for Cory. We'll have to think about that.
Ross: Really? You donít want Cory to publish it?
Iris: Yes, of course, we'd be absolutely thrilled --
Lucas: Well, as I said, we donít know if that's the right way to go, so we'll have to think about it.
Ross: Well, wonít be long until we find out, I guess. Excuse me.
Ross: I need to talk to Priscilla. Great party, Iris.
Iris: Thank you. Thank you very much. What the hell do you think you're doing?
Iris: I will not relax. The whole point of this party is to try and convince them to publish "Sophisticate."
Lucas: Well, you have to convince them on it first, you know.
Iris: And how am I going to do that with you telling them that we may not want Cory to do it?
Lucas: Would you cool it? Donít give them everything at once. Listen, by the time this night is over, you're going to thank me.
[Knock on door]
Rachel: Hi, Vicky, what are you doing over here?
Vicky: I, um --
Rachel: Come on, sit down.
Vicky: Thank you.
Rachel: How is everything?
Vicky: I need to talk to you.
Rachel: Sure, what is it?
Vicky: You've always said that I could talk to you about anything.
Rachel: Of course you can. Well, now you've got me worried. What's wrong?
Vicky: This is a very difficult thing for me to say. But I'm not going to lie anymore.
Rachel: Lie about what?
Vicky: Jamie may not be Stevenís father.
Rachel: Would you care to explain this?
Vicky: It was last summer. Jamie told me things were over between us, and that he was going to marry --
Rachel: Who is the father?
Vicky: Jake McKinnon could be.
Vicky: We were both lonely.
Rachel: Does Jamie know?
Vicky: Yes, he knows.
Rachel: I see. So this has been the problem.
Vicky: It was just one night.
Rachel: So you've known about this from the beginning?
Vicky: No, I havenít. Jake has a fertility problem. He took some tests, so I didnít think -- you know --
Rachel: No, I'm afraid I donít know.
Vicky: You -- you've got to know that I love Jamie. I always will.
Rachel: When did you begin to suspect that this child might not be Jamieís?
Vicky: At the wedding.
Rachel: And you went ahead with the wedding?
Vicky: It was right before I walked down the aisle. It was just a possibility. It's still just a possibility.
Rachel: When will you know for sure?
Rachel: And you never told Jamie?
Vicky: I couldnít. I thought he would hate me if I told him. But I have always believed that Jamie is Stevenís father.
Rachel: Believing it doesn't make it true, Vicky. How did Jamie find out?
Vicky: Jake figured it out and insisted on a blood test. Jamie found the bill.
Rachel: Oh, for heaven's sake.
Vicky: Rachel, you have to understand that I came here because I respect you. I wanted you to know the truth. I meant everything I said in that letter I wrote you after the wedding.
Rachel: What do you want me to say? As I recall, in the letter you said that you wanted to be worthy of Jamieís love. Is this how you define being worthy?
Vicky: I do love Jamie. I donít know if he's going to forgive me. But whether he does or not, I will always love him. And I will always love our son. I needed you to know that.
Donna: Hi, Felicia.
Felicia: Donna. Something you want?
Donna: No, nothing, actually. It's just it's been a long time since we've chatted. God, it's been ages.
Felicia: A while.
Donna: Well, I see you've done the apartment. Looks marvelous.
Felicia: Thank you.
Donna: So, how are you?
Felicia: I'm fine.
Donna: Well, you look wonderful. Of course, you should look wonderful. I mean, anybody who's just gotten out of prison -- sorry, sorry.
Felicia: Look, Donna -- ahem -- why donít we cut the chitchat, ok?
Felicia: What do you want?
Donna: Nothing. I just feel that we haven't been as close as we should have been these past few weeks.
Donna: Well, now, it's not all my fault. You do have to admit that a lot of times you can be a very difficult person, and I know that friends are --
Felicia: I'm difficult?
Donna: Well, all right, sometimes I'm difficult, too.
Felicia: I got to tell you, I donít appreciate someone with the social graces of a cobra coming in here telling me that I am difficult.
Donna: Now, wait just a minute. I beg your pardon here.
Felicia: You heard exactly what I said, Donna.
Donna: Felicia, just because you changed your name and you started acquiring a little money because of those so-called novels that -- no. I'm sorry, this is not the way this is supposed to go.
Felicia: Ok. So why donít you tell me how what is supposed to go?
Donna: I really did come here to offer you an olive branch. I really want us to be friends.
Donna: Because I donít have many. Any.
[Classical music plays]
Iris: Priscilla, darling, now, you've got to ring me, we'll have lunch sometime, ok?
Priscilla: Oh, I'll phone you.
Iris: Wonderful. It's lovely to see you.
Priscilla: Oh, it was nice meeting you, Lucas.
Lucas: Wonderful to meet you.
Ross: You know, I've been thinking about this new magazine of yours.
Iris: Well, you'll love it, Ross.
Ross: I expect I will. But I also think that Cory needs a new dynamic publication.
Iris: That's exactly what I think.
Ross: Have you talked to Rachel about it?
Iris: Oh, no, no, no, she's in deep mourning at the moment. I donít think she's capable of making any business decisions.
Ross: Really? Well, Cory canít be stagnating, you know.
Iris: I couldn't agree more.
Lucas: Rachel Cory is a very strong woman. The last thing she's going to do is let Macís business slide.
Ross: Well, let's hope not. Iris, I really think you ought to consider bringing "Sophisticate" in under the Cory banner.
Iris: Well, I donít know if I could do that. I mean, unless I get an executive position on the board.
Ross: There is a board meeting coming up, you know. I assume you'll be there.
Iris: Will I have your support?
Ross: Well, I'll be waiting for your presentation anxiously.
Iris: Good. Thank you very much for coming tonight, Ross.
Ross: You're quite welcome. Lucas.
Lucas: Good meeting you. Good night. I know what you're going to say.
Iris: How dare you!
Lucas: The last thing I wanted to hear you do is say that Rachel Cory is weak right before the board meeting. You donít want him to think that you're enemies.
Iris: I've got a lot at stake here, Lucas. Or donít you remember that?
Lucas: Did anyone ever tell you about playing hard to get?
Iris: Yes. More than you know.
Lucas: Well, I didnít see a lot of evidence of that tonight.
Iris: Ross Gordon is very influential.
Lucas: And you have him salivating to bring "Sophisticate" to Cory.
Iris: You almost ruined everything.
Lucas: Oh, would you calm down and admit that I'm right?
Iris: All right, all right. Yes, Ross Gordon did seem the teensy, weensiest bit interested.
Lucas: He seemed very interested.
Iris: All right. Would you like to tell me how I will ever learn to trust you?
Lucas: Maybe you canít. I wouldnít trust me.
Stacey: I thought you said we didnít need a flashlight. "No, there's a full moon out tonight, Stace."
Derek: It's just behind the cloud.
Stacey: I know it's behind the cloud, because I canít see a thing.
Derek: Here, take my hand.
Derek: There. See?
Stacey: Oh, yeah. I guess I just needed to do a little complaining, huh?
Derek: You going in the water?
Stacey: So, how deep is it?
Derek: It's a pond. Yeah, it's deep enough for a good swim.
Stacey: Yeah. I donít know, this feels nice and cool right where we are.
Derek: This is good, clear, running spring water. It'll feel great.
Derek: You ready?
Stacey: Well, I donít know. It seems like if you and I go in there, it's like we're just diving right into a big, black void.
Derek: Well, that's the good part.
Stacey: It is?
Derek: When I was a kid, I'd go find a beach off someplace where there was nobody else around. And I'd wait for the moon to come up. And then I would swim out on the path that the moonlight would make on the water.
Stacey: It sounds great.
Derek: Yeah. I'd read this story about this little boy. And he followed an angel along that path all the way up to the moon itself.
Stacey: I had never realized.
Stacey: You're a real romantic, aren't you?
Derek: I am not.
Stacey: No, you are, too. Angel and the moon --
Derek: Ok. It's time to get wet.
Stacey: No, you know what?
Derek: Come on.
Stacey: I donít think I'm going to go in. No! Oh, no! Come on, put me down.
Derek: Let's just hope there's not a monster in that deep, dark, cold water.
Stacey: No, come on, Derek, I'm serious. Put me down! No, I donít want to go in!
Felicia: Let me get this straight. You want to be friends with me?
Donna: Well, I know that we haven't always gotten along that well, but you're the most interesting person that I know.
Felicia: Are you feeling all right? Are you having headaches or something?
Donna: No, I'm -- no, I'm fine. Really, everything is -- everything in my life is just falling apart. I mean, Felicia, my sister murdered a man, and she let you take the blame for it.
Felicia: Now, as far as I can see, that's the only thing that wasn't your fault.
Donna: But I could have helped her if she had just come to me. And now she's in the hospital. I donít know when she's going to get out. And Michael is furious at me.
Donna: Sometimes I think he hates me. Sometimes I think he hates me.
Felicia: No, no, Donna, I heard what you said.
Donna: Well, all I tried to do was to help our children.
Felicia: I'm afraid I donít quite understand what you're getting at.
Donna: Well, Victoria -- oh, never mind. You donít want to hear all of this.
Felicia: Oh, no, no, no, please, Donna, sit down. Sit! Now, just tell me, what are you talking about?
Donna: Marley and Victoria are at each other's throats, and there's nothing that I can do about it, and it's all my fault. But -- I'm sorry, this is very difficult to explain.
Felicia: Try me, try me!
Donna: Oh, no, it's all right. It's just that I tried to help the girls. And now, Michael thinks that I am this -- this -- oh, it's too hard to understand. It's very difficult for me to try to explain this to you because you've never had any children. And you see? I've insulted you.
Felicia: No, no, you havenít. I do have a child, actually. Yes, I do. It's a daughter. Only I've never met her.
Donna: You haven't?
Felicia: Uh, it was 23 years ago. I was told she was born dead.
Felicia: I found out just a few weeks ago that's not true. She's alive. She was given away at birth, and we're -- we're trying to find her right now.
Donna: Oh. Why did they lie to you?
Felicia: I donít know. I was unmarried, and the times were very different.
Donna: Well, I certainly know all about that.
Felicia: Yes, I know you do.
Donna: The exact same thing happened to me. Daddy gave Victoria away, and I had to raise Marley as if she were my sister.
Felicia: Has Vicky ever talked about it much?
Donna: What, exactly?
Felicia: Her feelings of being abandoned?
Donna: Oh, no. No. And there's nothing in this world that I feel guiltier about.
Felicia: I sometimes think that all children would feel that way if they were adopted.
Donna: But Victoria wasn't adopted. Bridget raised her. And she loved her, and she did the best she could. But Victoria grew up thinking that her parents didnít want her. And nobody else did. Now, I donít know what it would have been like if we'd raised her together, but, you know, there aren't any guarantees. And sometimes things go wrong. You canít always do the right thing.
Felicia: Yeah. You know, I -- I've always thought that love would, well, make everything all right.
Donna: I used to think that, too.
Iris: Well, you certainly worked the room, as they say.
Lucas: I used to watch people like that. Their jewels and limousines and great clothes, and I said to myself someday I would walk in their world.
Iris: And now you do.
Lucas: It's a long way from Gold Street.
Iris: Oh, come on. You're one of the elite.
Lucas: Donít kid yourself. I'm not one of them. I wasn't born into it.
Iris: Do you really believe all that nonsense?
Lucas: It's just a fact. They have generations of fancy schools and fancy clubs and fancy parties.
Iris: Yes, and every time you spoke tonight, they sat up and listened.
Lucas: Of course they listened. I can shake their money tree. But donít think for one moment they think I belong.
Iris: Do you care?
Lucas: I make a rule never to fool myself, always to know what people think of me.
Iris: Oh, I see. Do you know what I think?
Lucas: Another rule I have is never to let a woman back me in a corner.
Michael: Look, I know it's important. Any project where Lucas is connected is important, but I want to handle this myself. Am I understood? Thank you. Look, I'll talk to you tomorrow all right, bye.
Michael: How did it go?
Michael: Really? Everything all patched up?
Donna: Mm-hmm. We made our apologies, and it was all very lovely.
Michael: You -- you want to look me in the eye and tell me the truth now?
Donna: Well, it was very difficult at first, but we did try, and we did make a fresh start.
Michael: Good. I'm glad to hear that.
Donna: I'm glad you're glad. Does that mean that you have forgiven me?
Michael: Give it time, ok? I have to get to bed. I got an early day tomorrow.
Donna: Michael, canít you stay up just a little bit longer? Please! Just talk to me, just to talk. Just keep me company up in our room, please?
Stacey: Oh, that felt wonderful!
Derek: I told you you'd like it.
Stacey: How in the world do you find these places?
Derek: Easily. They're right under your nose. All you have to do is look for them.
Stacey: The water was like ice.
Stacey: Thanks. That's good enough.
Stacey: We probably should get going now, huh?
Derek: Yeah. You've -- you got something right here. Something.
Stacey: Is something wrong?
Derek: No. No.
Derek: We should probably go.
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