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Another World Transcript Wednesday 12/14/05

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John: What are you doing here? You said you were going home. I've been trying to reach you. I kept calling.

Sharlene: Well, John, I changed my mind.. That's all. I don't understand what's so wrong.

John: That kid I told you about--the basketball player-- he's dead. I needed to talk to you, Sharlene. Instead I find you here drinking with my brother.

Michael: Hey, come on, John. Ease up, all right?

John: Talk to me, Sharlene. Do you hear me? Sharlene?

Josie: Oh, good. You're back. Have you seen my little black-- my little black purse?

Olivia: This one?

Josie: Yes. What are you doing with it?

Olivia: You said I could borrow it. Remember?

Josie: Oh. Well, I need it for tonight. I have a date with Matthew.

Olivia: Oh, ok. He told me. You two going out?

Josie: Yes. And hopefully we'll be very late.

Olivia: [Chuckles] All right.

Josie: I've gotta get dressed.

[Telephone rings]

Sam: Hello?

Olivia: Hi, Sam, it's Olivia.

Sam: Hi.

Olivia: I'm calling to invite you over for a fabulous home- cooked dinner. We're going to celebrate your reviews.

Sam: Olivia, I really don't think it's a good idea.

Olivia: Now, don't even think about saying no, because the answer is yes.

Rachel: So what will my hours be?

Ken: Well, like I said, flexible.

Rachel: Well, I'm afraid you're gonna have to tell me what it is you want me to do.

Ken: Just watch the shop.

Rachel: Well, what will that entail?

Ken: God, isn't that a beauty?

Rachel: Mm.

Ken: Cannibals in southern Africa use that to dig out a victim's heart.

Rachel: Do they?

Ken: Eating an enemy's heart means you acquire their bravery.

Rachel: Among other things.

Ken: Everything's a tradeoff, right?

Rachel: Hm. Well, I'll come back tomorrow, and I'll have figured out what it is I can do for you by then.

Ken: How'd you like to start tonight?

Rachel: I thought the shop was closed?

Ken: It is. I just need you to watch the place till I get back.

Rachel: Oh, you're leaving?

Ken: Yeah. I gotta go see a man about some cloisonné.

Rachel: Well, wait a minute. What if a customer comes in? I mean, I don't know any of the prices. I don't know how you keep your records, or where your cash register is.

Ken: If a customer comes in, haggle till I get back. See you.

John: Sharlene, answer me.

Michael: Sharlene, are you all right?

Sharlene: Yeah. Yes. I'm fine.

Michael: John, what's this about a kid dying?

John: He was 16 years old. Massive infection. I lost him before I could get him to I.C.U. Why are you here, Sharlene? You said you wanted to go home.

Sharlene: I'm really not sure.

Michael: Tell you what, John. Why don't you sit down here, ok? And, uh, is Ronnie with you?

John: Yeah. Ronnie?

Sharlene: I guess I just-I changed my mind. I want to go home.

Michael: How about you, Ronnie? You ok?

Ronnie: Yeah. Hi, Michael. Is everything all right?

John: I guess I--I sort of lost it there. It's the kid..

Sharlene: John wanted to talk to me.

Ronnie: I will--

Sharlene: I wasn't home.

Ronnie: Yeah. That's why I suggested we come here, get him out of the hospital.

Michael: Looks like you got a lot of people looking out for you, doctor.

John: I was supposed to be looking out for that kid.

Ronnie: It wasn't your fault, John. It was nobody's fault.

John: Should have been something we could have done.

Sharlene: Maybe we should just go--

[Chair scraping] ...Now.

John: All right. Is it ok with you, Ronnie?

Ronnie: Yeah. That's fine. Look, I didn't want a drink anyway. Sharlene, I'll go with you to get your coat.

Sharlene: Ok. Fine. I'll be right back.

Michael: Come on. Sit down. Are you all right?

John: No. No, I'm not all right.

Michael: So, what did you think?

John: About what?

Michael: Did you think I was making a pass at your wife?

John: I know that you're lonely and you need someone to talk to.

Michael: Well, that's true. Maybe I do. And Sharlene is a good listener. But all I wanted was a friend, John. I didn't think you'd mind if I wanted to be friends with your wife.

John: I don't. It's just that--

Michael: It's just what? Come on, say it.

John: You may be a little needier than you realize right now, Mike.

Michael: Well, buddy, if I'm needy, I got somebody to go to, all right, and it's not your wife.

John: Just thought I should mention it.

Michael: Well, maybe I ought to mention that you might be feeling a little guiltier than you should right now.

John: What's that supposed to mean?

Michael: I think you know.

Sam: Olivia, look. I really can't do it tonight. Not until I hear from Amanda.

Olivia: You still haven't heard from her?

Sam: No. Not a word.

Olivia: Well, then leave a number. Call every 5 minutes if you have to. But, Sam, don't be all by yourself.

Sam: Look, Olivia, this isn't really a good idea.

Olivia: I'm not going to let you get out of this tonight. Now, be here in one hour sharp. It's going to be delicious. Bye.

Josie: Well, what's the verdict? Pretty nice, huh?

Olivia: Are you going to wear that?

Josie: Yes, I'm going to wear that. Why?

Olivia: What's Matthew going to wear?

Josie: I don't know.

Olivia: Whew! He's going to have to have a tux just to hold his own.

Josie: You think it's too formal?

Olivia: Too formal.

Josie: Well, I want to make his eyes pop.

Olivia: Well, you will.

Josie: But?

Olivia: But I thought the whole idea of the date was to show Matthew that you can put the modeling aside when you want to.

Josie: Well, it is.

Olivia: Does this dress say you're Matthew's girl, or does it say, "Josie Watts, big-time fashion model?"

Josie: I guess you're right. Now what am I gonna wear? I thought I had everything figured out.

Olivia: I just bought something. Wait till you see it.

Josie: [Gasps] Oh, that's adorable.

Olivia: You like it?

Josie: Definitely.

Olivia: Well, then, wear it tonight.

Josie: What?

Olivia: Sure. You need it, so wear it tonight.

Josie: But you haven't even worn it yet.

Olivia: Well, that doesn't matter. Come on, my sister's in need. Take it.

Josie: Are you sure?

Olivia: Positive.

Josie: Why?

Olivia: Why what?

Josie: Why are you being so nice to me?

Olivia: Well, believe it or not, I care about you and Matthew, and I want to see the two of you back together. So, go on. Try it on.

Josie: Thanks.

Matt: Hey, what's happening?

Sam: Oh, nothing from Amanda.

Matt: Still?

Sam: Yeah. Her secretary's trying to track down Iris to see if she went to meet her in New York. So where are you going? You're all duded up.

Matt: Uh, going out with Josie.

Sam: Ooh.

Matt: Listen, if that means you're gonna be alone here, I can--

Sam: Oh, Matt, don't be stupid. Go, ok.

Matt: No. I'll call.

Sam: Matthew, go. I had an invitation to do something tonight, but I don't think so. Not until I hear from Amanda.

Matt: I'm worried about her, too. I'll call and cancel.

Sam: Matt, you have to talk to Josie, correct?

Matt: Yeah.

Sam: Well, go talk. Listen, I promise to call you as soon as I hear anything, all right? So, where you gonna be?

Matt: Palace Hotel.

Sam: Ooh, that's fancy.

Matt: Josie's idea of something special.

Sam: Oh, well, good. Have a good time and say hello for me, ok?

Matt: Ok.. You give me a call.

Sam: Yeah, I will. I promise.

Matt: The minute--

Sam: Get out of here.


Hilda: Mr. Fowler!

Sam: Hey.

Hilda: I had no idea you were here.

Sam: Yeah. I got back a couple of minutes ago. Why?

Hilda: Amanda called. You just missed her.

Hilda: I am so sorry.

Sam: Where did she call from?

Hilda: She didn't say.

Sam: She didn't?

Hilda: She couldn't talk for very long, and I didn't know anyone was here, so I--

Sam: It's ok. It's ok, it's ok. Look, I'll call her back. What's the number?

Hilda: She's at--

Sam: She did leave a number, didn't she?

Hilda: Oh, she said she was calling from a pay phone.

Sam: She called and didn't leave a number?

Hilda: Well, she said she was so tired she needed to get away for a couple of days, but she said she's fine and will call again maybe tomorrow.

Sam: Did you tell her that I was home?

Hilda: No. Didn't have a chance

Sam: Ok million-dollar question. Was she alone?

Hilda: Yes. Ah--well, like I said, she didn't talk very long. She did ask if Alli was all right, and I told her that Ada was bringing her back probably tomorrow.

Sam: Did she say when she was gonna be home exactly?

Hilda: No. Just a few days.

Sam: She's not gonna come home and pack or anything like that, though?

Hilda: Oh, I'm awfully sorry. I--

Sam: It's ok. It's ok. Uh, I guess there's nothing more we can do until she calls again.

Hilda: Sir, I am sorry.

Sam: Well, at least she's ok. Thanks, Hilda.


[Knock on door]

Rachel: Jamie, hi. How did you find me here?

Jamie: Hello.


Rachel: Hi!

Jamie: I talked to your desk clerk, and he said that he remembered how he was giving you directions to this place, and so here I am. Um...

Rachel: Grandma didn't send you, did she? I mean, if she thinks that anybody can check up on me, she can send somebody every--

Jamie: Nobody is check--nobody is checking up on you. I just--I just missed you. That's all. That's allowed, isn't it?

Ra: Of course it's allowed. Give me a hug.


Jamie: So tell me now, what is this place?

Rachel: My new life. What do you think?

Ronnie: Look, no problem. I'm meeting Zack anyway. I just wanted to make sure John had someone to talk to.

Sharlene: Wish I had been there when he called, Ronnie.

Ronnie: Well, you had no way of knowing, Sharlene. Look, I really like your hair this way.

Sharlene: Thank you--thank you. I don't know why--I usually don't wear it this way.

Ronnie: Everybody likes a little change. Look, say good-bye to John for me, ok?

Sharlene: Yeah, I'll do that. Ronnie--thank you.

Ronnie: Sure. Bye.

Sharlene: Bye.

John: I don't have anything to feel guilty about.

Michael: Come on, John. Face it. You get home late. You're tired. You don't have much money. I mean, that's not exactly the way a guy likes to come across to his new bride.

John: It's my life.

Michael: I know. And it's not gonna last forever. That's all I'm saying. Look, I mean, guilt is guilt, all right? All I'm saying is that you might have overreacted just a little bit.

John: Guess so.

Michael: Well, can we forget this now? Just kind of put it behind us?

John: I was so hell-bent on being a doctor. I knew it would be hard, but--

Michael: Hey, John, come on. You made the right decision.

John: Yeah. For me, maybe. What about Sharlene?

Michael: What do you mean?

John: We're newlyweds, Mike. She's supposed to be getting all my attention.

Michael: Well, yeah, but come on. You're not kids. This is gonna be over soon, man. She loves you. She respects your decision to be a doctor. There's nothing to worry about.

John: She won't if I keep taking my bad days out on her.

Michael: Well, that's true. But don't give yourself a hard time here, man. I mean, come on. You've never been a husband and a doctor at the same time before.

John: I know. And there's never any time to enjoy either one.

Sharlene: Ronnie left. Are you ready?

John: All set.

Sharlene: Michael--

Michael: Uh, no. Really. I think I'll just stay here, ok?

John: Listen, both of you, I-I want to apologize for the way I acted.

Sharlene: John, you were upset. Come on. Let's go. I just want to be home.

John: See you, Mike.

Sharlene: Good-bye, Michael.

Michael: Bye-bye.

Rachel: So he just hired me.

Jamie: Just like that, huh?

Rachel: Yep, just like that. You haven't told me what you think of the place.

Jamie: [Clears throat] Well, it's interesting.

Rachel: Well, that's hardly unbridled enthusiasm.

Jamie: Well, it's not really your kind of a place, now, is it?

Rachel: What do you mean by that?

Jamie: Well, I just thought you wanted to work in a--like, in an art museum or a--I don't know-- a craft gallery or something like that, you know?

Rachel: Well, so you don't see this kind of a shop in my future, huh?

Jamie: No.

Rachel: Well, to tell you the truth, I wanted to work in a gallery or a museum, but I couldn't get a job in any of those places. Anyway, you know, there's something about this place that appeals to me. And you have to admit it's a perfect place for somebody with my organizational capability.

Jamie: Well, it sure is a crazy-looking place. That's for--

Rachel: Yeah, the guy that owns the place is pretty odd himself.

Jamie: Think you can get me a good deal on something like this, huh?

Rachel: Jamie, put it down! Put it down, honey.

Jamie: Ok--

Rachel: Very expensive. Careful. He knows me, though.

Jamie: How does he know you?

Rachel: Well, through the papers, he says, but you know what? Doesn't seem to make a bit of difference to him.

Jamie: Well, who is this guy?

Rachel: His name is Ken Jordan.

Jamie: Ken Jordan, huh? Well, what's he like? Are you sure you can trust him?

Rachel: You can ask him. Here he comes.

Ken: What the hell?

Rachel: You're back.

Ken: You organized! I told you to just watch the place, and you organized!

Jamie: Hey, hey, this is my mother you're talking to, mister.

Rachel: Honey.

Ken: You're Jamie.

Sam: Hi.

Olivia: Hi. Come on in.

Sam: Wow, that is some dress.

Olivia: You like it?

Sam: Well, yeah. I just--I didn't think we were gonna be doing, like, formal this evening.

Olivia: Well, we're not. Well, I saw this in the store today, and I deci--I decided, why wait? I will show it off to somebody who appreciates it.

[Sam sighs] So, is it all right?

Sam: It's more than all right.

Olivia: Good. I'm really glad you came. I thought for a while there you were going to stand me up. Then I would be stuck here with pounds of pasta primavera on my hands.

Sam: Actually, Olivia, I wasn't going to come, but then--

Olivia: But then you did. That's all that matters. Now, look, Sam, I know you're worried to death about Amanda. But tonight we can just sit back, relax. You can have a wonderful dinner, some wine, some friendship.

Sam: Actually, Olivia, I'm not worried about Amanda. I know she's fine.

Olivia: You do?

Sam: Yeah.. She called, and she's ok.

Olivia: Well, good. That's terrific. When is she coming home?

Sam: She's gonna be gone for a couple of days.

Olivia: By herself?

Sam: Actually, she talked to Hilda, so--so I thought that since she's gonna be gone for a couple of days and since Alli's still with Ada that--

Olivia: So where did Amanda go?

Sam: Hilda didn't say. She didn't know. But she's fine.

Olivia: Well, that's wonderful. See? I told you you didn't have to worry about Evan. Right?

Sam: Yeah. Listen, Olivia, um, I've been thinking about this for a couple of days. And when Amanda gets back, I'm going to move back in with her.

Olivia: Right. That's great.

Sam: So, listen. I don't--I don't want to lose what we have.

Olivia: No. No, of course not. That's wonderful. I'm happy for you. Ok, I'm gonna get dinner.

Josie: Not too sophisticated. Perfect. Maybe--

[Knock on door]

Both: Hi.

Matt: Hello to you, too. I don't get it. What's going on here?

Josie: What do you mean?

Matt: I went to the restaurant, and the maitre d' told me to come up here.

Josie: That's right.

Matt: Yes. And you land this incredible kiss on me.

Josie: And I like that part.

Matt: Yes. Well, so do I. It's, uh--who's--what are we doing in this room?

[Knock on door]

Josie: That must be it.

Matt: Must be what?

Josie: Hi. You can put it right over there. It's dinner.

Matt: Ah.

Josie: It's pheasant. I hope you like that.

Matt: Yeah. Sure.

Waiter: Will the 1974 be all right, ma'am?

Josie: Oh, I'm sure that'll be fine. Lucas recommended it.

Matt: Hmm.

Josie: Oh, thank you.

[Plate clatters]

Matt: Thank you.

Josie: Thank you. There you go.

Waiter: Will there be anything else?

Josie: No, I don't believe so. Thanks a lot.

Waiter: Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Josie: I'm sure we will. Thank you.

Matt: Thank you.

Josie: Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

Matt: Hold it--you've got it?

Josie: You know what? It's my treat.

Waiter: Thank you. Good night.

Matt and Josie: Good night.

Matt: Bye-bye.

Josie: Are you ready to dine?

Matt: Yeah. I, uh--I still don't understand something. Whose room is this?

Josie: It's ours. All night long, if that's what you want.

Sharlene: I should have been there.

John: You're here now.

Sharlene: I know, but--

John: Listen. I know I talked about this the whole way home in the car. I have to let go. Something that a doctor has to learn to accept.

Sharlene: John, don't try to be something you're not. You will never take death in stride.

John: I don't think that any doctor can.

Sharlene : Do you really think you should have been able to save him?

John: I wanted to. I wanted to do a miracle, but Ronnie was right that there was nothing anybody could do.

Sharlene: Sometimes I think if we just hold each other long enough and tight enough, nothing can harm us.

John: I wish that were true.

Sharlene: Let's make it true.

Ken: I'm sorry I blew up like that. I just didn't expect to come back and find this place so clean.

Rachel: It's not clean. It's filthy. It's just straightened up a little bit.

Ken: Well, it makes me nervous.

Jamie: Why?

Ken: Look, I meant no disrespect to your mother.

Rachel: How do you know Jamie?

Ken: Mackenzie Cory's family makes the papers a lot.

Rachel: Oh.

Ken: Sheesh. Did you dust these jades?

Rachel: A little.

Ken: Jeez. They look so green.

Jamie: Well, just so you realize my mother isn't someone that you can yell at anytime you get--

Rachel: Jamie!

Jamie: ...Nervous.

Ken: Wouldn't dream of it.

Jamie: And now that you have hired her, you should also realize that you found a real goldmine here.

Ken: Oh, I do. That was clear in the first 10 seconds.

Rachel: Do I get a raise?

Ken: She also has a good sense of humor. I need coffee. Did you find the pot?

Rachel: The one with the dents in it with 15 years of sediment at the bottom?

Ken: You found the pot?

Rachel: It's soaking in the back. Ok, I'll see if it works.

Ken: Your mother takes good care of herself.

Jamie: What?

Ken: I just mean she keeps in shape. That's all.

Jamie: Look, Mr. Jordan, she hasn't had an easy time with things lately.

Ken: Hey, I'm just glad she's working here. That's all. I obviously need help.

Jamie: Good. I hope things work out for both of you.

Ken: So do I.

Jamie: She hasn't been a widow all that long, you know.

Ken: Yeah. Mackenzie Cory died last spring.. Isn't that what I read?

Jamie: Yeah.

Ken: It takes a lot of courage to strike out again on your own.

Jamie: Well, she insisted on this. Look, if anything goes wrong-I mean, if--if you feel that she needs--she needs help of any kind, would you do me a favor and call me, please?

Ken: You love your mother very much, obviously.

Jamie: Yes, I do.

Ken: And you also ought to know she can take care of herself.

[Pop music playing]

Matt: Amazing.

Josie: It was delicious, wasn't it?

Matt: Well, yes. I mean, you arranged this whole thing just for me. That's amazing.

Josie: Well, I wanted to make it up to you for the other night.

Matt: Yes. Well, I would have settled for a pizza at the Bowling Alley.

Josie: No, no. This is my life now.

Matt: What?

Josie: I can go anywhere I want, buy anything I want, and spoil you rotten if I want.

Matt: Well, hey, I'm not complaining. Go ahead.

Josie: I'm--I'm an equal now.

Matt: Equal?

Josie: Yes. I've got money, and I've got a good future ahead of me. I'm someone you can be proud of.

Matt: But, Josie, I've always been proud of you.

Josie: I know you've always said that.

Matt: No, no, no. I've meant it. Why wouldn't you think you weren't my equal?

Josie: Matthew, you just don't know what it's like to grow up poor.

Matt: That's--that's never mattered.

Josie: Well, it has to me. I'm happy now. I want to share that with you. That's all I'm really trying to say.

Matt: Were you serious about-- you know, about having this--

Josie: About what?

Matt: About having this room all night if we wanted?

Josie: Checkout time is 11 am.

Matt: Forgot my line. That's a long way off. That's all night.

Josie: That's right. Oh, no.

Matt: What?

Josie: Lucas was supposed to call me tonight.

Matt: Oh, great. We have to go home, right?

Josie: No, no, no.

Matt: Good.

Josie: I'll just call Olivia, and I'll have her give him a message.

Matt: Well, not now, right?

Josie: No. Not this very second. No.

Matt: Mm-hmm.

Sam: I knew you could cook, but I didn't think you'd be a really good cook.

Olivia: Thank you.

Sam: So, uh, this invitation was really timely. You know, that big house, it was kind of empty.

Olivia: Well, I'm happy that you heard from Amanda. Now you can relax, enjoy yourself.

Sam: Yeah.

Olivia: After all, you deserve a celebration. Those reviews were fabulous.

[Laughs] I forgot the bread.

Sam: It's no big deal.

Olivia: No, no, no. You have to taste this.

[Telephone rings] I made it myself. Oh, will you get that for me?

Sam: Sure.

Olivia: Be right back.

Sam: Hello?

Josie: May I please-Sam, is that you?

Sam: Yeah. Hi, Josie.

Josie: What are you doing there?

Sam: We're having dinner.

Josie: Olivia invited you?

Sam: Yes. Would you like to speak to her?

Josie: Please.

Sam: It's Josie.

Olivia: Hi, Josie. How's it going?

Josie: Now I know why you were so glad that I was going out with Matthew tonight.

Olivia: What?

Josie: You don't waste any time, do you, Olivia?

Olivia: Didn't I tell you Sam was coming over tonight?

Josie: No, Olivia, you didn't.

Olivia: Well, I wanted to do something for him to celebrate his reviews.

Josie: Yes. I'm sure you did. Anyway, Lucas is supposed to be calling me tonight about seeing a photographer. Could you please tell him that the appointment has been changed till Friday?

Olivia: Appointment changed till Friday. Got it. Well, dinner's getting cold--

Sam: Let me talk to Matt.

Olivia: Hang on a minute. Sam wants to talk to Matthew.

Josie: All right. Sam wants to talk to you.

Matt: [Indistinct] Hello?

Sam: Hi. Amanda called. She's fine.

Matt: Did she say where she was?

Sam: Um, I didn't talk to her. She talked to Hilda. But I told you I'd let you know.

Matt: Yeah. Thanks. You're having dinner with Olivia or something?

Sam: Yes, we are having dinner. Listen, Matt. Don't make this into something that it's not. Olivia and I are just friends, that's all. Understand?

Matt: Ok. Fine. Yeah, right. Have a good time. Bye-bye.

Olivia: Thank you.

Sam: For what?

Olivia: For saying that to Matthew about us just being friends.

Sam: It's true.

Olivia: Well, I know that, but Matthew and Josie don't always see it that way.

Sam: Then that's their problem.

Olivia: It's all I want, you know--to be friends.

Arianne: Drinking alone?

Michael: Not anymore, obviously.

Arianne: My, aren't we cordial.

Michael: My, aren't we confident.

Arianne: What do you mean?

Michael: Just walk in here, nonchalantly sit down next to me, no attempt at a cover.

Arianne: You're forgetting something. I'm now known as the other woman.

Michael: Yeah, right.

Arianne: Oh, don't tell me our mad, passionate love affair has completely slipped your mind?

Michael: You're not funny, Arianne.

Arianne: Look, Michael. I don't like this other-woman bit any more than you do, but I needed to get your report, so I figured what the hell. Why not play my role?

Michael: Well, what the hell? My report is that I got nothing to report, all right? Lucas has not moved an inch.

Arianne: Keep trying.

Michael: I will.

Arianne: Anything else?

Michael: Only that I was trying to use my brother's wife to get some information, and I don't think that's gonna work out.

Arianne: Why?

Michael: 'Cause my brother all but accused me of making a pass at his wife.

Arianne: He said that?

Michael: Almost. Yeah. I was gonna talk to Sharlene, try to get some more information about Lucas. She suggested we stop for a drink, come here. Well, John stopped here, too-- almost hit the ceiling.

Arianne: Well, you and Sharlene have been spending an unusual amount of time together.

Michael: How do you know-- forget I asked. Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a goldfish bowl.

Arianne: It's for your own protection, Michael.

Michael: Well, speaking of protection, you are still watching Donna, aren't you?

Arianne: You don't need to know that.

Michael: You're wrong about that. I need to know that. You better be holding up your end of the bargain. But for your information, Arianne, I am seeing Sharlene only to get information on Lucas. That is it.

Arianne: Fine. Whatever.

Sharlene: What are you thinking?

John: [Sighs]

Sharlene: [Laughs softly]

John: Pretty lady, I thought I knew all about you.

Sharlene: Hmm?

John: [Chuckles] But you surprised me again.

Sharlene: I just felt that tonight I wanted you to know more than anything how much I loved you.

John: Well, I'd say that you succeeded.

Sharlene: I'm sorry. Sorry I wasn't there when you called.

John: We're together now. That's all that matters. You got me through it. You knew just what I needed.

Sharlene: I love you. It's easy to know what you need.

John: Really?

Sharlene: All you need is to be loved, not to be alone.

...You lately that I love you

Josie: I take it that--that I'm forgiven.

Matt: Well, uh, yes. I believe forgiveness is forthcoming. Listen, the only reason--the reason why I was mad at you the other day is because I love you. You know I don't want to lose you.

Josie: I don't want to lose you either. Everything's gonna be ok from now on--I promise.

Meets the day with hope and comfort too

Sam: Really I can't.

Olivia: It's chocolate mousse.

Sam: No, thank you. Listen, dinner was fabulous. Everything was great, but I'm just stuffed. As a matter of fact, I doubt I'll be able to get behind the wheel of the car.

Olivia: Come on. Are you sure you can't stay?

Sam: Yeah. Positive.

Olivia: I wanted to hear more about your show. Plus you never told me what happened when you hurt yourself.

Sam: Well, what's to tell? I had an argument with a ladder, and I lost.

Olivia: Must have been hard to travel. You should have called me.

Sam: No, I did ok. Listen, I gotta go.

Olivia: All right. You're still worried about Amanda, aren't you?

Sam: Well, I'd like to hear from her, yeah.

Olivia: You're still frightened that Evan's with her?

Sam: That obvious, huh?

Olivia: I hope you're wrong. I hope he's not there.

Sam: So do I.

Ken: So, I'm bending over. I'm pulling my last man through the door into the plane. The plane is already taxiing along the tarmac, getting ready to take off, when suddenly through the door this spear comes flying through and slams into the crate behind me.

Jamie: Wow..

Rachel: Must have just missed you.

Ken: Yeah. I turned around and my hat was pinned to the crate.

Rachel: It's hard to believe antique collecting can be quite so hair-raising.

Ken: Depends on the antiques.

Jamie: Let's just hope these guys aren't still looking for you, huh?

Ken: No. They think the plane went down over the Indian Ocean. More coffee?

Jamie: No, no. Not for me, thanks. In fact, I have to get going. Need a ride, mom, by any chance?

Rachel: No. My car's out front. I should, uh, help close up.

Jamie: Ok. Listen, nice meeting you, Mr. Jordan.

Ken: Same here.

Jamie: So, so long.

Rachel: Here, darling.

Jamie: Thank you.

[Ken Jordan clears throat]

Rachel: So, tell grandma I'm ok, ok?

Jamie: Oh, I sure will, but grandma and Sharkey took the kids up to a ski resort, believe it or not.

Rachel: You're joking.

Jamie: I kid you not, but she said they're having a ball. Listen, I will tell her that you're doing fine, though.

Rachel: Ok.

Jamie: Ok.

Rachel: Drive carefully. Thanks for coming up.

Jamie: I will. And it looks to me like you've really gotten yourself into something this time.

Rachel: What do you mean?

Jamie: Good night, mom.

Rachel: Good night.

Ken: Your son seems like a nice guy.

Rachel: He is. He's a really nice guy. A little overprotective of his mother, though.

Ken: Can't blame him for that.

Rachel: Look, I'm really sorry about the straightening up. I just thought it would make it easier to find things around here.

Ken: Right.

Rachel: You really are angry, aren't you?

Ken: Touch the desk, and you're fired.

Rachel: Got it.

Ken: Good.

Rachel: Well, I guess--I guess I'll head on home..

Ken: Thanks for staying late.

Rachel: Oh, it's all right. Thanks for the job. [Laughs] Well, good night.

Ken: Good night, Rachel. Mrs. Johnson?

Mrs. Johnson: How did it go?

Ken: Fine. Very good.

Mrs. Johnson: Oh, good.

Ken: Thank you very much for your help. You did your job perfectly..

Mrs. Johnson: My pleasure. Will there be anything else?

Ken: No. I don't need any more help. Everything's set up.

John: Sharlene...

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