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Another World Transcript Thursday 12/15/05

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Arty: Oh, there's certainly no sense in this mess.

[Papers shuffling] Look at this mess. These are your receipts for '89? This is your great system of organizing?

[Telephone rings] This?

Cass: That's him. That's gotta be him. Cass winthrop. Ah, medium rahray. Thank you for getting back to me. I saw your ad, and I was wondering if you could do a special reading for me today.

Arty: You told me you'd have everything ready. I might as well file for an extension now.

Cass: Well, it's a bit of an emergency, actually. You see, I'm having problems with a lady, you know, a special lady.

Arty: Well, none of these have the clients' names. We'll never make it. You're gonna get hit with a stiff penalty.

Cass: She--she doesn't believe that we belong together, but i figure you could change that. By telling her that we do. I don't know--make up something.

Arty: Where are the books?

Cass: Yes, I am sure that your predictions are based on your sense of the truth. But if the price were right, don't you think that you could sense that she does belong-- medium rahray? Hello? Hello? He hung up on me!

Arty: You're gonna have to go through these things with me, cass, or get a new accountant.

Cass: Just my luck. I had to pick a charlatan with integrity.

Arty: A charlatan? That's the thanks I get for--

cass: Oh, no, no, no, not you, arty. Although...

arty: I'll never do it.

Cass: Arty, why don't we forget all of this for the moment. Frankie is going to be here in a little while, and she's expecting to see a psychic.

Arty: So?

Cass: So, what do you think we should do, arty? Huh?

Arty: We?

Cass: Hey, I didn't know you spoke french. Yeah, oui oui, oui oui. The french kiss, too. Did you know that?

Sharlene: [Sighs]

Frankie: Sharlene?

Sharlene: Frankie, hi.

Frankie: You look terrible. What's going on with you?

Sam: Did amanda tell you where she was going away?

Vicky: No, all we talked about was the article, and we were working. Everybody was working.

Sam: Did she say that she was going away after it was all over?

Vicky: No. Sam, it was nuts over at "sophisticate." Nobody thought about anything except getting the job done.

Sam: Ok. How was she acting? Was she nervous at all?

Vicky: She didn't sleep for two days. Nobody did.

Sam: All right, she was tired. What else?

Vicky: She was fine. She even got along with me.

Sam: All right, so she was happy with work.

Vicky: Yeah.

Sam: See, I just can't figure out why she would run away like this.

Vicky: Maybe she didn't know you were coming home.

Sam: All right, let me ask you this. Have you see evan lately?

Vicky: Not since the magazine went to press.

Sam: Has he called you?

Vicky: Sam.

Sam: Has he?

Vicky: No.

Sam: No one can find him either.

Vicky: You think they're together, don't you?

Sam: I hope not, but they're both missing. It's one hell of a coincidence, isn't it?

[Doorbell rings] Hilda's not here; I've got to get that.

Vicky: Oh, no, no, no. Stay, I'll get it.

Sam: Thanks.

Vicky: Evan. What are you doing here?

sharlene: I guess I do look like something the cat dragged in, huh?

Frankie: Are you ok?

Sharlene: I'm fine, I'm fine. I had to work an extra shift at the pelican.

Frankie: And you're just getting in now?

Sharlene: No, uh-uh. I've been here a while. I just was too tired to move.

Frankie: Why are you killing yourself like this?

Sharlene: I'm not! I'm really... I'm not. I'm really not. I'm trying to make a little extra money for a special present for john.

Frankie: We just had christmas, sharlene. You've gotta stop, or else you're gonna burn yourself out.

Sharlene: Frankie, you stop, ok?

[Laughs] Now, all I need is a little coffee, and I'm gonna be back, good as new.

Frankie: No, no. Why don't you let me do that, ok?

Sharlene: No, I'm all right.

[Vase breaks] Oh no, don't yell at me! Frankie.

Frankie: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten in your way.

Sharlene: Oh, I'm so clumsy.

Frankie: Come on, it's just a vase.

Sharlene: No, it was a wedding present--

frankie: Sharlene, it's ok. Take it easy. Hey, I want you to sit down, ok? Sharlene, look, put it down.

Sharlene: No!

Frankie: Ok, look. I'm gonna--I'll get you another one. I'll find out where clara bought it. We'll take care of it. Nobody will ever know it was missing, all right?

Sharlene: Frankie, I don't know what's the matter with me.

Frankie: You're exhausted, for starters, and that's when i always turn into a total klutz. I figure it's nature's way of telling --

sharlene: No, frankie, it's more than that. Sometimes I just don't feel like myself.

Frankie: Oh, gee, I wonder why. I mean, you're only running frame construction, you're worrying about josie, and you're working double shifts.

Sharlene: Frankie--

frankie: Well, look, sharlene, listen to me, ok? Something's gotta give here. If you value your china, you'll slow down.

Sharlene: [Whispering] Ok.

Frankie: Ok. Look, why don't you skip the java and get some shut-eye, ok?

Sharlene: Well, in a little while. I--I don't feel like it right now. Frankie--

frankie: Look, sharlene, I'm gonna--I'm gonna get out of here so that you can get some sleep.

Sharlene: Frankie, don't go, please. I couldn't sleep right now anyway. I could really--I could use the company.

Frankie: Ok, ok.

Sharlene: And some coffee.


Frankie: Look, ok. I'm gonna get it this time, all right. Ok, I'm gonna get it, ok.

Sharlene: Please, be my guest. Thank you.

Cass: Arty, bubbe, hey! Come on, arty. Stop being such a coward, will you? At least help me make some phone calls. Boy, oh, boy. Yes, hello, is this robin chanticleer? Yes, my name is cass winthrop. I'm wondering if--if you could do a special eading today. Oh, I didn't know psychics took days off. Yes, I'm sure you are just like other people, but couldn't you make an exception? Oh--oh, well, I see. All right, then. Happy recharging. Yes, ok. You, too. Oh, man, they're weird out there. They're very weird.

Reuben: How you doing, cass?

Cass: Hey, reuben. Isn't this your day off, too?

Reuben: Yeah, I just came by to pick up my check.

Cass: Hey, very impressive. Are you--are you appearing in court today?

Reuben: No, I might as well be though. I have to go to lunch with tess and her mother.

Cass: Oh.

Reuben: Yeah, "oh."

Cass: Well, I'm sure the verdict will go in your favor.

Reuben: I hope so, man. Her mom's a financial analyst.

Cass: Oh, yeah?

Reuben: Yeah, I just want to make a good impression, you know?

Cass: This was your idea?

Reuben: No, you crazy? It was tess' idea. She gave me an offer I couldn't refuse.

Cass: Oh, yeah?

Reuben: Yeah, see, she has to bring somebody to meet her mom, so it was either me or that waffle-shaped head, dr. Marshall, so-- cass: Oh.

Reuben: I don't know. What do you think? How do I look? How do I look?

Cass: You look like a nervous wreck, reuben.

Reuben: Thanks a lot, man. I thought I looked, you know, upscale.

Cass: You want some advice?

Reuben: Yeah.

Cass: Relax and just be yourself. And the tie's gotta go. The mother is not gonna love the tie.

Reuben: What is wrong with my tie?

Cass: It's too flashy, reuben.

Reuben: Oh, man.

Cass: Well, listen. Here, take mine. We'll switch, come on.

Reuben: Hold up.

Cass: This'll work.

Reuben: No, no, no, no. You like my tie better than yours, right? That's why you want to switch, right?

Cass: Trust me when I tell you that I don't like your tie better than I like mine. And do me a favor--don't order anything too sloppy to eat. This is pure silk.

Reuben: Wonderful, something else I gotta worry about.

Cass: Hey, reuben, I promise you the lunch will go fine. Now, come on. Take a deep breath.

Reuben: [Inhales]

Cass: Now expel it.

Reuben: [Exhales]

Cass: Whoa, reuben. Oh, open your mouth, reuben.

Reuben: It's not funny, man.

Cass: Open your mouth. One for good luck. All right. Give me your tie.

Reuben: Ok.

Sam: Yeah, evan. What are you doing here?

Evan: I came by to see amanda.

Sam: You're out of luck. She's not here.

Evan: I don't believe that.

Vicky: It's true. She's not here.

Evan: Where is she?

Sam: Give me one good reason why I would tell you that.

Evan: Because I have business to discuss with her.

Sam: Wait till she calls the office.

Evan: I can'T.

Sam: You'll have to.

Evan: Why?

Sam: Because she doesn't want to speak with you.

Evan: When did you talk to her? Did she tell you that?

Sam: She said she wanted to be left alone.

Evan: Oh, and you think that means me?

Sam: Well, let's find out if it means you. Did she call you? Did she give you a number? Well, guess what? That means you.

Evan: When did you speak to her?

Sam: Why are you concerned about her?

Evan: I told you I have work to discuss with her that can't wait.

Sam: Can't you be honest for once?

Evan: Ok. I'm worried about her.

Sam: All right, you're worried about her. Now, why don't you tell me why you're worried about my wife?

Evan: Oh, I'd be happy to.

Frankie: So I told cass that it was over between us, that we had a doomed relationship.

Sharlene: Frankie, that's not true.

Frankie: That's what he says.

Sharlene: Well, good.

Frankie: He's driving me crazy, sharlene. He's following me all over the place trying to make up.

Sharlene: And you want him to stop?

Frankie: Yes.

Sharlene: Hmm.

Frankie: I think so.

Sharlene: Mm-hmm. You're not sure.

Frankie: My mind is convinced. The rest of me is confused.

Sharlene: Well, then, you're probably sending out some mixed signals.

Frankie: I'm drawn to him. Well, who wouldn't be? But I can't trust him.

Sharlene: No, you can't trust him or your feelings for him.

Frankie: Look what he did to me, sharlene.

Sharlene: But, frankie, he couldn't hurt you if you didn't care about him.

Frankie: Oh, care about him. After all he's done? You've gotta be kidding.

Sharlene: It's obvious you do.

Frankie: It is?

Sharlene: Letting yourself love a man--frankie, it isn't easy. I went through some rough times with john for that very same reason.

Frankie: You did?

Sharlene: Yes, of course I did. You don't--you know, you don't just believe in someone overnight. First, you both make mistakes. Then you make assumptions.

Frankie: Oh, cass does that all the time. He thinks he can just tell me how to feel. I hate it.

Sharlene: I know he hurt you. He hurt you. But was it so bad that you'd rather live your whole life without him?

Frankie: What if he does it to me again?

Sharlene: Then you will kill him, and I'll help.

Frankie: Good--I like that. Thanks, kiddo.

Sharlene: You know what? It really is scary to feel so much. But what are you gonna do, huh? You gonna give up?

Frankie: Cass wants to go see a psychic counselor--I mean, with me. That's his latest.

Sharlene: Are you going?

Frankie: Think I should?

Sharlene: I don't know. What do they do?

Frankie: Well, they meet with you and use their psychic sensitivity to determine whether or not you're compatible.

Sharlene: Now, you let someone else decide that for you?

Frankie: A second opinion never hurt. Besides, these guys are experts. They can pick up on things that you might not notice being in love.

Sharlene: Oh, in love.

Frankie: Emotions can get in the way. Hmm, maybe I should reconsider.

Reuben: Man! What kind of paycheck is this? It's pathetic, look at this. Look how much money they took out in taxes. How's somebody supposed to get ahead like that?

Arty: Everybody feels that way.

Reuben: Yeah, but look at this. I'm the one doing the work, but the city, the state, and the government--they all get their shares, and all I got is leftovers.

Cass: What leftovers?

Reuben: My check after taxes, man. This is barely enough to cover lunch.

Cass: Tess invited you. I'm sure she doesn't expect you to pay.

Reuben: I'm paying, ok.

Cass: Why? It's their party. Let them pick up the check.

Reuben: Oh, no. Nobody's mama is paying my check, ok.

Cass: Come on, reuben. You're working hard. You're gonna make it to the big leagues someday.

Reuben: Someday, cass, but not today.

Cass: Hey, stop feeling sorry for yourself and concentrate on what you got going for you.

Reuben: And what do I got going for me?

Cass: Personality, good looks, sense of humor, a great tie, nice breath.

Reuben: All right, I get the message. Look, just wish me luck. I'm out of here, all right.

Cass: Good luck.

Reuben: Thanks a lot.

Cass: Try to have fun.

Reuben: I'll try, ok.

Cass: Ok.

Reuben: See you guys.

Cass: And it's what's inside that counts, remember?

Reuben: I'll remember that.

Cass: Ok. Isn't that right, arty?

Arty: Huh?

Cass: Listen, arty. Let's forget about this, all right? We have something much more important to tackle here.

Arty: What's that? Oh, no. You're not gonna start talking about those psychic affairs again, are you?

Cass: Oh, come on, arty. You'd be a natural. You're so--you know, you're so attuned to people.

Arty: I am?

Cass: Yeah, think about it. I mean, as an accountant, you don't just look at people's books. No, you don't just do that. You into their souls, arty. You know all their deep, dark secrets. It's so--oh, it's so intimate.

Arty: I never thought of finances in that way.

Cass: What could be more personal or revealing? But you're discreet, which is why I love you and which is why I trust you completely.

Arty: To do what?

Cass: Well, to use your wisdom and intuition in helping me with my problem.

Arty: How can I do that?

Cass: By posing as my psychic counselor.

Arty: What? Absolutely not!

Cass: Oh, come on, arty.

Arty: I'm not qualified.

Cass: Well, fake it.

Arty: I can'T.

Cass: Who else can I turn to?

Arty: Anyone. I do taxes because I have no imagination.

Cass: You read your horoscope, don't you?

Arty: Never.

Cass: Well, that's fine. We don't need that. We can use something else.

Arty: All I know is numbers.

Cass: Numbers. We could try numerology.

Arty: No, I don't know anything about it.

Cass: What's to know? Even numbers are balanced, odds are unbalanced. Take it from there.

Arty: Take it where?

Cass: Improvise. Arty, I wouldn't ask, but this is very important. Arty, I am desperate.

Arty: How desperate?

Cass: Well, how many times do I have to say it?

Arty: If I pretend to be this psychic nut, will you organize your receipts?

Cass: What?

Arty: Well, this charade's gonna take a lot of time.

Cass: Arty, you can't be serious.

Arty: All the cards are in my hand, aren't they?

Cass: Ok, ok, all right. I will organize my receipts, but you'd better be good.

Arty: And you'd better tell me what to do, because I have no idea, and I mean that.

Cass: Fine. First you tell frankie that she is destined to be with me. It's her fate. It's her karma. Keep using the word "karma."

Arty: Karma, karma, karma. What else?

Cass: Oh, this won't do. You gotta change while I coach you, ok.

Arty: Change?

Cass: Yeah, lose the glasses, and we'll lose the pocket protector. Here, why don't you wear this tie, and we will spike your hair.

Arty: Not my hair.

Cass: Now, don't argue. We don't have time. She'll be here in a minute. Here. Use this.

Arty: Am I a psychic or a punk?

Cass: Both. Then you tell frankie that we vibrate in harmony.

Arty: Vibrate? Are you serious?

Cass: Would you just listen to me please? We vibrate in harmony because our auras are in accord.

Arty: Your whats?

Cass: Our auras. You know, an aura is kind of a glow around you. You have a very interesting aura, actually, arty, but i digress. My aura and frankie's aura go together, you know? Oh, I don't know if you're gonna do, arty.

Arty: Cass, this is never going to work.

Cass: No, no, no, it will work. I promise you. I swear it. Ok, let's go over it again, all right? Vibrations, auras, karma. Be wise and mysterious.

Arty: Wise and mysterious.

Cass: Keep your--keep your eyes closed. That works real well. Good. Can you "om"?

Arty: Om.

Cass: No, come on. "Ooom".

Arty: Ooom.

Cass: Starts in the back of the mouth, works to the front.

Arty: Ooom.

Cass: That one--that's nice.

Evan: I'd like to be alone with sam for a few minutes if you don't mind, vicky.

Vicky: Ok, I'll be upstairs in the nursery if you guys need a referee.

Sam: I'll ask you again. What do you want with my wife?

Evan: I just want to make sure she's fine.

Sam: She's ok. You'll just have to take my word for it.

Evan: You know, I've been more of a friend through this, sam, than you have.

Sam: Yeah, such a friend.

Evan: You had no idea what she was going--you know, you had no idea what she was under, the kind of pressure.

Sam: Yeah!

Evan: From iris, from her new job.

Sam: Yeah, and you're her right-hand man, is that it?

Evan: Well, I try to be supportive.

Sam: Well, let me tell you what you're not. You're not her husband, I am. And before I left for new york, amanda and I agreed to work on this marriage when I got back.

Evan: Really? Is that why she ran off?

Sam: She didn't run off because of me. Can you say the same thing?

John: [Groans] You're quite an alarm clock, you know that?

Sharlene: Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

John: I'm not complaining. Listen, if you're feeling guilty, there's a great way you can get me to go back to sleep.

Sharlene: John.

John: I loved being with you last night. Couldn't get enough of you. I still can'T.

Reuben: Man, this place is really classy.

Tess: I'm glad you approve.

Reuben: Is the food here good?

Tess: It's delicious.

Reuben: What are you gonna order?

Tess: I don't know. Let me see. I don't know, maybe the fish. I have to see the specials.

Reuben: Is that written in french, too?

Tess: Hey, would you relax? Look, I know it's hard meeting parents. I really appreciate your coming. It means a lot to me.

Reuben: Yeah?

Tess: Yeah. I guess I should tell you, my mother can be a little opinionated.

Reuben: Ok, well, that's all right. I can handle myself.

Tess: Yeah, I know you can. You're gonna be just fine. Gonna work some of that famous lawrence charm on her?

Reuben: Oh, yeah. That is my specialty.

Tess: Worked on me.

Reuben: That's because you have great taste in men.

Tess: Oh, really?

Reuben: Hmm.

Tess: Oh, look. Here she is. Mother. Hi.

Rose: Tess.

Tess: It's good to see you.

Rose: Oh, it's good to see you.

Tess: Mother, this is reuben lawrence. Reuben, this is my mother, rose parker.

Rose: Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, reuben.

Reuben: Hi, it's very nice to meet you, ms. Parker.

Tess: Well, should we all sit?

Reuben: Here you go.

Rose: Oh, thank you. Thank you. Good to see you.

Reuben: That's yours.

Evan: You don't know everything she's been through.

Sam: Then why don't you fill me in?

Evan: Because it's business, and you've made it very clear that you don't care to hear about that part of her life.

Sam: Wrong. I like to hear about cory publishing; I just don't like to hear about you.

Evan: Look, sam. Amanda's been made "sophisticate's" publisher, which means there's a lot of important decisions to make. If she's not here to make them, iris will.

Sam: And then the world ends, correct?

Evan: Don't you see? This is an opportunity that iris has been waiting for to push amanda out.

Sam: Yeah, how do you know that?

Evan: Because I know, sam, so you have to let me talk to her. Look, if she doesn't come back soon, iris is gonna have just what she needs.

Sam: This is all very noble, evan.

Evan: It's just the facts.

Sam: But I wonder what's in it for you. But never mind, I can guess.

Evan: You'll never guess.

Sam: Tell you what, ev. When I see her, I'll tell her you want to talk to her.

Evan: Wait a minute. You haven't actually spoken to her, have you?

Sam: I'm through answering your questions, now I want some answers. Why do you think she took off?

Evan: Took off? You see, you haven't spoken to her.

Sam: Don't be evasive. I know you two left the pelican together. Where did you go after that?

Evan: To a newsstand to buy "sophisticate."

Sam: Well, how was she? Did she seem happy?

Evan: Well, she was excited, but she was wiped out. We'd been working hours without sleep.

Sam: Yeah, yeah, I heard that. Where did you go after that?

Evan: You mean after we bought the magazine?

Sam: Yeah. After that, where'd you go?

Vicky: Zoom, zoom, zoom. Airplane, airplane. Down to see daddy--zoom! She wanted to see you.

Sam: Hey. How you doing? I missed you so much.

Evan: Listen, I can see you're busy, so I should be going.

Sam: No one's stopping you.

Evan: I'm relieved that amanda's all right. I guess I'll stall iris for a while. Good-bye, vicky.

Sam: How you doing? How you doing? You got a big smile on your face. Did you have fun with ada?

Sharlene: You realize we're spending the whole day in bed.

John: Well, why not? We deserve it.

Sharlene: It still feels strange. I'm used to getting up with the chickens.

John: Chickens will survive.

Sharlene: I know that. I already fed them.

John: Besides, I think they ought to learn to be more flexible. It hasn't hurt us at all, has it?

Sharlene: No, it hasn'T.

John: It's good to switch things around a little bit. Keeps life from getting boring.

Sharlene: You getting bored?

John: No, not at all.

Sharlene: Well, good, 'cause neither am I.

John: There you go. You see, you change the routine around a little bit, and it helps. That and a few surprises like last night.

Sharlene: What?

John: Let's just say that you surprised me.

Sharlene: [Laughs] You liked that, huh?

John: [Laughs] Yeah, I like surprises, yes.

Sharlene: Well, I guess I'm the predictable one, huh?

John: Well, not always.

Sharlene: No, I'm gonna have to work on that. I think I'm too predictable. I'm gonna have to start having ice cream for breakfast.


John: Oh, no. You don't start to have to having anything for me. Not for me, anyhow.

Sharlene: Why's that?

John: Because I don't think you can improve on perfection.

Sharlene: I am hardly that.

John: To me you are.

Sharlene: And I just told frankie there was no such thing.

John: You know that you're all I ever wanted. I never thought it could be like this. Sometimes I try to think of what it would be like without you. I can'T.

Sharlene: You don't have to.

John: I know, that's the great part. I love you.

Sharlene: I feel so safe here. Sometimes I wish we never had to leave this room.

John: Well, we don't have to. Not right now, anyway. I think we've got a good hour.

Sharlene: It's gonna pass too quickly.

John: Mmm.

Rose: So, reuben, tess tells me you two met in new york.

Reuben: Oh, yeah, at the hotel. Tess was the best thing about that whole place.

Rose: Why, you never let me visit you there.

Tess: It wasn't so bad.

Reuben: Oh, yeah, when the cockroaches were being friendly.


Rose: Tess.

Tess: Well, now you know why i wouldn't let you visit.

Rose: Are you from new york, reuben?

Reuben: Oh, no. I grew up in chicago and right here in bay city.

Rose: What brought you to new york? School?

Reuben: Oh, no, I finished school a long time ago.

Rose: Where did you get your degree?

Reuben: Um, I didn't--I didn't really get my degree yet. I mean, I'm working on it.

Rose: I hope so. You can't get anywhere today without a B.A. At least.

Tess: Mother.

Rose: It's true, darling. That's why your father and i insisted that you get your mba. Have you settled on a career yet?

Reuben: Um, yeah, yeah, um. My career is I want to be rich.


Rose: Don't we all? Tell me, how do you plan to do it?

Reuben: Um, well, I'm working on a few things.

Rose: I can imagine. In the meantime, what work do you do?

Tess: Reuben's working in a law firm, mama.

Rose: A law firm without a-- without a bachelor degree.

Reuben: Look, mrs. Parker, I'm not a lawyer, ok. I'm just a flunky who works in a fancy office, that's all.

Rose: I suppose everybody's gotta start from somewhere.

Tess: Reuben, you're not a flunky. You know they couldn't run that place without you. Yeah, I would say.

Rose: Don't put words in reuben's mouth, dear. He's doing very nicely on his own.

Reuben: Oh, do you really think so?

Rose: Yes, I do.

Reuben: Well, let me tell you something. Would you really like to know why I work at the law office?

Rose: Well, since it seems you don't want to be a lawyer, I'd be fascinated to know.

Reuben: Oh, I'm surprised tess here didn't tell you.

Tess: Reuben--

reuben: No, I'll tell you why. You see, I have to work at winthrop and edwards, or else i gotta go to jail. I'm on parole.

>> When I see you smile I can face the world oh you know I can do anything

when I see you smile I see a ray of light oh I see it shining right through the rain when I see you smile, baby baby, when I see you smile at me sometimes I want to give up I want to give in I want to quit the fight then one look at you, baby and everything's all right everything's all right it's all right

vicky: You should never leave your door unlocked.

Evan: Vicky, how'd you get in here?

Vicky: The door was open.

Evan: It was?

Vicky: Yeah. You look kind of weird. You ok?

Evan: Yeah, I'm fine.

Vicky: Good.

Evan: What are you doing here?

Vicky: Well, you were just upset when you talked to sam.

Evan: Well, so was he.

Vicky: I came to see how you were doing.

Evan: All right, what's the report?

Vicky: You're a mess.

Evan: Well, I'm worried about amanda. You know that, and so does everybody else.

Vicky: Well, I'm sure she knows it, too. It's a little rotten of her not to call.

Evan: Well, something's wrong. You see, that's all it could be.

Vicky: Unless she just decided to celebrate on her own.

Evan: Oh, vicky, give it a rest. That's your style, not hers.

Vicky: Oh, I see. So amanda takes off, and she's still a saint, right?

Evan: Would you stop putting her down?

Vicky: I just thought she was being a little inconsiderate, that's all.

Evan: How do you know? You don't know her. She's the most loving, thoughtful person I've ever met.

Vicky: I forgot.

Evan: And she just wouldn't take off and leave alli unless she had a damn good reason.

Vicky: Mm-hmm. Why do I get the feeling you're the reason?

Rose: So, after it was all over, you received a suspended sentence?

Reuben: Yep.

Tess: Can we talk about something else?

Rose: Probably taught you a good lesson.

Reuben: Look, let me take care of this, alright?

Rose: No, I wouldn't dream of it.

Reuben: Why not? My money's good.

Rose: Well, I insist. After all, this was my idea.

Reuben: So what?

Rose: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll say good-bye, reuben.

Tess: Where are you going, mother?

Rose: I'll take care of this, and then I'll get our coats on the way out. Give me your number, tess.

Reuben: Mrs. Parker, will you please--

rose: No, that's all right. Give me your number, tess.

Tess: Here.

Rose: I'll meet you by the door in a few minutes. We can do some shopping.

Tess: Reuben and I will finish our coffee first, if that's ok.

Rose: Don't be long.

Reuben: Thanks for lunch. You know... I wanted to take care of the check.

Tess: Why? She can afford it.

Reuben: So? She thinks I can't?

Tess: Reuben, you can'T. Neither can I. We're just starting out.

Reuben: Yeah, but we're starting from two totally different places. At the rate I'm going, I ain't never gonna catch up with you.

Tess: Reuben, I wish that you would stop comparing what we have.

Reuben: Why not? Your mother was. She was asking me so many questions. Nobody ever asked me that many questions in my whole life.

Tess: One thing I'll say for mother: She's thorough.

Reuben: Your mother should have been a cop.

Tess: I'll tell her you said so.

Reuben: That woman hated me.

Tess: Reuben, she didn't hate you. Believe it or not, she was trying to be nice.

Reuben: She doesn't think we're right for each other. I don't know. Maybe she's right.

Tess: She was just trying to get to know you.

Reuben: Oh, yeah, and she did too, didn't she?

Tess: I don't know. You certainly tried to shock her, didn't you?

Reuben: I told her the truth. I was just being myself. Isn't that what you wanted?

Tess: Honey, I think you went a little bit overboard. Were you trying to make her uncomfortable? Was that the idea?

Reuben: Well, she was trying her best to make me squirm, wasn't she?

Tess: You know, I think we could have gotten all the way through this lunch without you mentioning your parole.

Reuben: Well, maybe you should have brought the good dr. Marshall with you.

Tess: But I didn'T.

Reuben: That boy's so clean, he squeaks. Oh, your mama would have loved him. Probably would have let him pick up the check, too.

Tess: Reuben, don't do this.

Reuben: Because he can afford it now, can't he?

Tess: Look, I can't take it. That's it. You think money's the answer to everything.

Reuben: After today? Yeah, yes, I do.

Tess: And I was stupid enough to think this could work. See you around.

Reuben: Tess, tess. Waiter, could you bring me the phone, please? Thanks. Yeah, bobby? Is this bobby? Yeah. This is reuben. I'm an old friend of duke'S. You know who duke is, don't you? Yeah, I figured you would. Look. I have some stuff. I want you to fence it for me. Yeah. Um, can you meet me in a half-hour? Yeah. At the docks. Pier 500. Yeah, it's the one that has the green doors. And yo, bobby, you keep this between you and me, all right? All right.

Frankie: I'm actually looking forward to this. What about you? You look a little jumpy?

Cass: Well, it's my first time.

Frankie: I really appreciate you taking this step. It means a lot to me.

[Knock on door]

Cass: It's probably him.

Frankie: Ok.

Cass: Hello, you must be dylan gardner. Uh, I'm cass winthrop. Won't you come in? Nice of you to come. We can start right away. This is frankie, the lady that i told you about.

Arty: Yes, I remember.

Cass: Well, good, good.

Frankie: Hey, dylan.

Cass: Can you take your coat off here?

Frankie: Ooh, nice tie.

Arty: Oh, yes. Yes. Greetings.

Frankie: Yeah, right.

Cass: Maybe we should all sit down, huh? I'll help you, dylan. This way. There we go. All right. Uh, are you ready? Ok. I guess, then, we wait until you start talking.

Frankie: He probably needs some time to concentrate.

Arty: You are in tune--I mean, in harmony. You vibrate in harmony like this. Mmm...

cass: Is that good?

Frankie: Yeah. Shh.

Cass: What else do you feel?

Arty: Your cars.

Cass and frankie: Our cars?

Arty: Your license plates add up to an even number. You are in balance.

Frankie: How does he know that?

Cass: How about our karmas?

Arty: Your karmas. Your karma, karma, karmas. Yes, yes, yes. You have very strong karma. You are pulled together like a credit card and a spendthrift.

Frankie: That doesn't sound too good.

Cass: Don't you mean, uh, it's fate, like we can't fight it?

Arty: Yes, don't fight. You two belong together.

Frankie: But an emotional spendthrift? That sounds terrible. Maybe we should fight that.

Arty: Don't fight. Help each other. Learn restraint, for you two being together is like putting money in government bonds... a good investment.

Cass: Did you hear that?

Frankie: Yeah, why is he keeping his eyes closed?

Cass: How about our auras?

Arty: Auras! Oh, yes, yes, yes. No, there's no problem there. Neither of you is a dim bulb, but she is a little bit brighter than you are.

Cass: So you think that we belong together?

Arty: I can see no obstacles.

Frankie: Dylan, this really means a lot to me. Would you mind if I ask a few questions?

Arty: What kind of questions?

Frankie: About your feelings about me and cass.

Cass: Do you have to?

Frankie: Don't be nervous. Just something a little more specific and personal.

Arty: Well, I will try to accommodate you.

Cass: May I stand up--

frankie: Sure, of course.

Cass: ...While we do this? Good.

Frankie: Ok. Listen, I--I just did cass's astrological chart, and he has a scorpio mid-heaven. My moon is in venus. So couldn't this--couldn't this just be a sexual thing?

Arty: No, no, no, no. I don't think so. The relationship is much more complex.

Frankie: Right. What about the fact that he has a taurus rising?

Arty: It's rising?

Frankie: Yeah.

Arty: Oh, my. Well, what about it?

Frankie: Well, he's such a sensualist. Couldn't it be that he can't really handle a commitment to just one woman?

Arty: No. He can.

Frankie: Oh, great. I have one more question. Ok. Is it possible that this is a transitional relationship? I had a tarot card reading recently that indicated it might be. See, the card that came up was the fool, and as you know, the fool is somebody who's idealistic and wants to stay...

arty: It is what it is. All I can say is the positive vibrations are very, very strong.

Frankie: Strong enough to cancel out the past?

Arty: Of course. You don't throw good money after bad.

Frankie: So I should stop now?

Arty: Well, you have to keep on top of things.

Frankie: I'm confused.

Arty: Well, it's very simple. You see, when you balance a checkbook, it's only balanced until you make the next mistake.

Frankie: So you're telling me I should be careful?

Arty: Well, you don't want to spend what you don't have. That's foolish.

Frankie: Spend? Who is talking about spend? I'm talking about living.

Arty: Well, you must live within the budget. That's my advice.

Frankie: Uh-huh.

Cass: Dylan--

arty: It'll keep you out of trouble, prepare you for a rainy day.

Frankie: I see. Something wrong?

Cass: No, no. It just got really hot in here all of a sudden. Did you notice?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Whew. Well, ar--uh, dylan...

arty: Well, I guess you won't be needing me anymore.

Cass: No. Thanks, dylan. Let me get the door for you. So...

arty: How did I do?

Cass: Well, you tried, and i really appreciate that, dylan. What are you waiting for?

Arty: My fee.

Cass: Your fee? Ok, ok. But, dylan, you can forget about me arranging and sorting out those receipts.

Arty: No way. A deal's a deal, cass.

Cass: Typical accountant. Well, I guess that's that. I mean, we heard it right from the horse's mouth, you know. Gosh, we're compatible. We're in tune. We should never have fought. We belong together. In fact, I think that that psychic really kind of guided us back to each other.

Reuben: Ah. So, bobby, man, what do you think?

Bobby: Man, you hit the jackpot.

Reuben: Yeah, it should be good for some quick cash, right?

Bobby: I can get top dollar for this stuff.

Reuben: Put that stuff down, man. You're gonna get your cut.

Bobby: Ok. You load up the bags. I'll get the buyers. Give me a call in a few hours.

Reuben: Oh, I will. And when I do, you're gonna be talking to a millionaire. All right, I'll talk to you later, man. Oh, yeah.

Hilda: Mr. Fowler?

Sam: Hey, hilda.

Hilda: Will you be joining the rest of the family for dinner tonight?

Hilda: Yeah, I will. Listen. Um, I'm gonna be sticking around for a while, at least until amanda comes homes. It's what's best for alli.

Hilda: Yes, she misses her mommy.

Sam: So, tell me.

[Imitating english accent] Dinner's at 7:00, correct?

Hilda: Yes, sir.

Sam: Well, thank you so much, hilda.

Hilda: And if you need anything else...

sam: Thanks.

Vicky: What's this?

Evan: Vicky, give me that.

Vicky: I'll give it to you. I just want to look at it. Evan, this must be good, or you wouldn't be so uptight.

Evan: Vicky, give me that locket.

Vicky: You'll get it back. I just want to admire it. Well, what do you know? Sam and alli. This must be amanda's locket. I wonder how it got here, evan.

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