Mr. Roses - 12.07.01
Paul: Hi.
Rose: Paul Ryan! How'd you know I wanted to see you?
Paul: Telepathy.
Rose: Telepathy. What am I thinkin' now?
Paul: You wanna have dinner?
Rose: Yeah. And, after that -
Paul: And then?
Lucinda: Finished already, Rose? Oh! Heavens. Rose, was that you bellowing my name? Darling, this is an office.
Rose: Yeah. Sorry. Good news! Webster went for it.
Lucinda: The acquisition?
Rose: Yes, he did. Even gonna throw that warehouse in by the interstate.
Lucinda: Good girl. That's my girl. Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em.
Rose: Your girl's goin' to dinner with her guy. So if you need anything else, call me at my cell.
Lucinda: Wait a minute. Wait a moment. Wait a minute. He wants - he wants 10% of Cavanaugh Mutual?
Rose: Yeah, we're dumpin' that loser anyway, aren't we?
Lucinda: Oh, sure we're dumping that loser, sure we are, but Cavanaugh has to agree.
Rose: He'll agree.
Lucinda: You'll have to make the phone call.
Rose: I will, okay?
Lucinda: Now.
Rose: See what I have to deal with?
Paul: You're made for each other.
Rose: We are. See what he says? "Made for each other." He's on your side. One phone call, okay? I promise, one phone call. Oh. Okay. (notices the roses) Someone's in love. You holdin' out on me, Ms. Walsh?
Lucinda: The roses? No, darling, those are for you.
Rose: Me? (to Paul) Did you buy out half the greenhouse?
Paul: Not this time, no.
Lucinda: Rose, you have another admirer. Check out the card.
Rose: Ah. Must be Webster. Very grateful, he was.
Lucinda: Whoever sent the flowers is very generous. I'm going into the conference room. Come in and make the phone call before you go.
Rose: Sure.
Paul: "Roses for my Rosie. Remember?" What does this past admirer want you to remember, Rose?
Rose: Nothin'. Just a friend from - back home. I sent out fliers about my new title, VP. I get e-mails, dozens of 'em. You should see 'em, congratulating me on my new job. Reminds me - did Carly sign on?
Paul: Nope, she got a better offer. Seems she's headin' to Paris to meet with Rimbaud.
Rose: Rambo?
Paul: No. No, sweetheart - Jean Claude Rimbaud, he's a clothing designer.
Rose: Oh.
Paul: She's headed there to work for a bigger firm than B.R.O. for much more money than we'd ever offer. Unless I can figure out a way to keep her here.
Rose: Well, if that's what you want, then we'll make it happen.
Paul: Yeah. Later - much later.
Lucinda: Rose! I - ah. I left a message for Walter Cavanaugh.
Rose: Thank you. Half hour. I need a half hour.
Paul: Okay, I'll be back.
Rose: Thank you, Mr. Cavanaugh. You're a peach. You, too. Okay. Bye-bye.
Mitzi: Keep me posted, Tiff. Okay. So, nobody's seen Vince in Atlantic City since last summer. Tiffany thinks that he was headed for Vegas.
Rose: Vegas? I thought he'd forget about me, you know?
Mitzi: You don't forget sex like that.
Rose: No. Until you find something else. Something that's more than that and better and all those things.
Mitzi: Paul Ryan's a dream come true.
Rose: I know.
Mitzi: But do I have to remind you that a couple of years ago, all you could talk about was how you and Mr. Hot-to-trot O'Malley oughta write a manual for those of us poor slobs who never had it so good.
Rose: Mm-hmm. 'Cause that's all we did. I mean, you know. We were like - all the time. You know, 24/7. I couldn't believe it. Did we say 20 words to each other in the time we know each other? I don't think so. We'd walk in the room and just - simultaneous combustion. It was just hot. Whew!
Mitzi: So what're you gonna do?
Rose: I'll deal with it when the time comes.
Mitzi: That's not what I meant.
Rose: I know.
Mitzi: I mean, what are you gonna tell Paul?
Mitzi (picking up the roses): You sure you don't want these?
Rose: No, thank you. You have 'em. You enjoy them. I'll call you.
Mitzi: Nice to see you, Paul.
Paul: You, too, Mitz.
Rose: I've got to deal with something first, and then we'll go.
Paul: Okay. Well, Rose just so we're on the same page here, are we gonna spend the whole night pretending I didn't overhear what I just overheard?
Rose: What'd you hear?
Paul: Why? So you can figure out how much you need to explain to me?
Rose: No. No, it's not that. It's just that I have a past, you know? I'm not 12. And sometimes my past can creep up on me. And we just forget about it, or we can - I could lay it out for you, you know?
Paul: Were you in love with this guy?
Rose: No. No, no. Definitely not.
Paul: So how long's it been since it's ended?
Rose: It didn't end. I mean, it didn't officially end. It didn't because - but I haven't seen him. I haven't heard anything about him since Lily came into my life. And then I came back here to Oakdale, and I was pretending to be Lily, so I couldn't exactly call him, you know. And then Lily came back, and I didn't want to see him because I realized that I wanted something else. Now I found it. Listen, Mr. Roses does not hold a candle to you.
Paul: Now, promise you won't laugh at me?
Rose: For what?
Paul: Competing.
(Paul hands Rose a gift box.)
Rose: Oh. You shouldn't have. But I'm glad you did.
Paul: I wanted to give you a rose that would last forever.
Rose: It's perfect. Take me home.
Paul: What about dinner?
Rose: Forget dinner.
Paul: Okay.
Vince the Anchor - 12.10.01
Rose: Tell me - what is it about a new place that makes guys so hot?
Paul: I don't know some primal, territorial - I don't know. What makes you think I'm so hot?
Rose: Because you tackled me the second we walked in the door.
Paul: I didn't tackle you - hard.
Rose: So, tell me, come on - what do you think of my new place?
Paul: It's, uh, it's different. What do you call the decor here? "Lewis and Clark"?
Rose: Yeah. It's a bit masculine, I know, but -
Paul: You could warm things up with some of your stuff.
Rose: Oh. Oh, we can do that. Maybe we can warm it up together.
Paul: Okay.
Rose: You know - you know when you're a kid, and you play tag, you know, and you have this safe place that you can go to where nobody can touch you? I want this to be our safe place. Right here, where no one can find us.
(knock at door)
Rose: Oh.
Paul: So much for our safe spot -
Rose: Right. Yeah. Hold that thought. Oops. Hey! Hi.
Emma: Hello, hello, hello.
Rose: Come on in. Emma Snyder, you know Paul Ryan.
Emma: This is Paul Ryan?
Paul: Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.
Emma: Can't be. Oh, my goodness. I haven't seen you in such a long time.
Paul: Emma - Emma Snyder - that's right. I just got back to Oakdale a few months ago. It's good to see you.
Emma: Well, yes, I heard. I heard. It's really lovely to see you. A big man now, my goodness. You'll have to come out to the farm some time and come for dinner.
Paul: Sure.
Emma: And be sure to bring a pretty, pretty guest, if you'd like to.
Paul: Oh, yeah. Oh, of course, we'll be there.
Emma: Okay, I didn't mean to intrude, but this letter came for you.
Rose: Oh.
Emma: And I thought maybe it was from Joe. I thought I'd bring it by.
Rose: Oh, doesn't look like pop's handwriting. But thanks.
Emma: Oh, by the way, they're getting calls from the neighbors, the welcome wagon wants to come by and see you. Would this weekend be a good time?
Rose: Yeah, yeah, but not too early, okay?
Emma: I'll call before I come.
Rose: Okay.
Emma: Okay. Well, I'll see you soon.
Rose: Okay.
Emma: Bye-bye.
Rose: Thank you.
Paul: It was nice to see you.
Emma: Bye-bye.
Rose: Bye-bye.
Paul: Oh, she's a nice lady.
Rose: She's the best. Um - yeah. I got mail! My first letter at my new place. This is great. Maybe I won the lottery. Maybe I'm gonna get some special gifts in the mail from - oh.
Paul: What? What's the matter?
Rose: It's from Vince.
Paul: Vince from New Jersey again? The same guy who sent you those flowers?
Rose: Yeah, do we have any firewood out there? Let's make a nice fire, big blaze. Throw this right in there.
Paul: What did he say in the letter, Rose?
Rose: Nothing. Which is exactly what he means to me - nothing.
Paul: Well, obviously, you still mean something to him. So come on, I have a right to know what my competition is doing.
Rose: All right. Knock yourself out.
Paul: "Dear Rosie, congratulations on your new job. Always knew you had it in you. Will be coming to Oakdale soon. Can't wait to get together again. Love, hugs and kisses, Vince." Well, it seems like this guy thinks you guys are still an item.
Rose: Thinks? Oh no. Vinnie doesn't do much in the thinking department.
Paul: Okay. Well, I have a question and all I want is - is an honest answer.
Rose: That's all I have.
Paul: This O'Malley guy, is he the reason why you didn't want to move in with me?
Paul: Rose, you and I were headed toward a commitment. Ow, we talked about moving in together. And, you know, we were right on track. And then all of a sudden, you changed your mind. Which - I mean, which was fine. You know, your reason made total sense. But now, with this letter, I can't help but think maybe this Vince O'Malley guy has something to do with it.
Rose: It doesn't.
Paul: Well then, you know, you said you never officially broke up with him. And so maybe you're having trouble moving on and committing to someone because of that.
Rose: Did you ever think of bein' a shrink?
Paul: No.
Rose: Then don't.
Paul: Well, I want a reason.
Rose: I already gave you a reason.
Paul: Yeah, let's not leap head first into domesticity when we can savor romance.
Rose: Yes! Romance, yes! That's what I want! I want you to see the best in me. You know, no pillow hairs and morning breath and flannel pajamas without elastic in them. And - yes, I want romance, a little bit of romance, maybe a little glamour before we take that next step. Vince O'Malley - ugh, part of my past. I'm looking towards the future - future with you. I may not be moving as fast as you like, but I'll get there. I promise. I promise.
Paul: I'm sorry I doubted you.
Rose: Forget it.
Paul: That still doesn't resolve the bigger problem.
Rose: Ah, what, the on-again, off-again heat in this place? We'll just stay under the covers.
Paul: No, this Vince guy said he was on his way to Oakdale. What happens when he gets here?
Rose: How do I know what's gonna happen?
Paul: You'd have to say something to him.
Rose: What do I say? “I'm in love with another guy, take your tattoos and go back to where you came from?”
Paul: This guy has tattoos?
Rose: He's got a couple of anchors on his back.
Paul: Is he in the Navy?
Rose: No, he's got a thing for tattoos and anchors. I don't know why I'm talking about this with you right now.
Paul: Well, because. This guy from Jersey is sending my girlfriend flowers and sending her letters telling her he's comin' to visit in Oakdale. I mean, you gotta admit, Rose, it sounds a little strange.
Rose: All right, it's mystery number one to me. But what am I supposed to do about it?
Paul: Call him. Tell him not to come.
Rose: No! I don't wanna talk to him! I don't wanna hear his voice.
Paul: Send him a letter.
Rose: I don't where he lives. That loser guy has never been out of Jersey in his life. Except the one time he did spend some time in Texas for this forgery - it wasn't him. But it's not important right now. You know what? Forget it. He's a loser! All right, he's never had a life of his own, and now he's trying to glom onto my life. But if he shows up here in Oakdale, bring it on, okay? He shows up, even if he doesn't, I'll deal with him. We'll squash him like a bug. All right? You satisfied?
Paul: I guess I have to be. So - you and me against Vince the anchor.
Rose: How'd you know that was his nickname?
Paul: Lucky guess, I suppose.
Rose: We've been rolling' the dice real good, you know? It's time to cash in. The odds are in our favor, and you never draw on the inside straight.
Paul: Very impressive. I didn't know you could fit that many gambling references in ten seconds flat.
Rose: Here's another one. Let's go for the jackpot.
Miami Vice Wannabe - 12.12.01
Paul: Rose, have you seen my shirt?
Rose: You mean this.
(Rose comes out wearing Paul's shirt and nothing else).
Paul: Oh. Uh - yeah.
Rose: You want it? You want it? I can take it off.
Paul: No, no, no. Don't. 'Cause if you unbutton one more button, I'm going to be here for hours.
Rose: Okay.
Paul: No, no, please. Have mercy, woman. I have to go.
Rose: No, no. You think that you have to go.
Paul: No, I -
Rose: Guess what I'm serving for brunch?
Paul: What?
Rose: My greatest fantasy.
Paul: You are not making this easy.
Rose: Then don't fight it.
Paul: I can't. It's business.
Rose: Okay. Rose D'Angelo does not throw herself at a man - at least not twice in the same morning.
Paul: Look, sweetheart, I'd love nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with you, but I have to do some damage control for B.R.O.
Rose: Something new?
Paul: Once people find out Carly's left the company, there's going to be rumors flying all around, and I need to talk to the press to make sure they don't blow everything out of proportion.
Rose: Like I did with Vincent?
Paul: Look, I'm sorry I got so uptight about that. You know, it's just that things were going so well between us, and the thought of some old boyfriend coming back into town just made me a little -
Rose: Jealous?
Paul: Yeah.
Rose: That's okay, 'cause I like that. It's flattering. And you don't have to worry about Vince. I mean, he's not the type of guy going to show up without an invitation. (knock at the door) He wouldn't.
Paul: Of course he wouldn't.
Rose: No. No, no. It couldn't be.
Rose: No. (knock at door) Couldn't be Vince, right? What are the chances of that?
Paul: No, he would call first, right?
Rose: No - yes - no. No, 'cause he wouldn't. He's not the kind of guy to do that. He wouldn't. (knock at door) I've got to find out who it is.
Paul: Okay.
(Rose clears throat)
Rose: Who is it?
Lucinda: Oh, Rose. Darling, it's me.
Rose: Lucinda -
Lucinda: Darling, hello?
Rose: Yeah.
Lucinda: Open up.
Rose: One second. (trying to button up her shirt while Paul puts on his suit jacket sans shirt) I've got to get this thing there.
Lucinda: All right.
Rose: Hi, Ms. Walsh. Good to see you.
Lucinda: You're not dressed. Are you ill or something?
Rose: No. Come on in, I think.
Paul: Lucinda, nice to see you.
Lucinda: Never mind. Good to see me, huh? I doubt that.
Rose: What brings you by?
Lucinda: Well, dear, I was by. I was visiting with Lily, and you had a phone call last night from your friend, Vincent O'Malley. He had a message, and I thought, "Okay. I'm right here. I will deliver the message in person."
Rose: Deliver messages to all my family members. What a great guy, huh? "Hope you liked the flowers." That's it?
Lucinda: Oh, we didn't have a long conversation. He did ask for your telephone number.
Rose: You didn't?
Lucinda: Well he said he was your dear, old friend.
Rose: Oh, you don't do that! You don't hand out my phone number without talking to me first!
Lucinda: Now, don't you talk to me about protocol, Rose. I'm only trying to help.
Paul: No, you weren't.
Lucinda: You stay out of it. Check it out. Miami vice wannabe.
Paul: Oh, admit it, Lucinda. You gave Vince that number hoping that he would come between Rose and me.
Lucinda: That's absurd! I don't know where this guy gets it.
Paul: Yes, you do. And Rose should know about it, too. Yesterday, at her office, Lucinda tried to convince me never to see you again.
Paul: Oh, tell her, Lucinda. Come on. Tell her. Tell her how you vowed to me how she would never become a Stenbeck.
Rose: You didn't?
Lucinda: I'm consistent, dear. I had the same conversation with you I had with him about his father and the facts of life. With James loose in this town, it's not good for you to be with him.
Rose: You shouldn't have done that, at least not without talking to me first.
Lucinda: Dear, I'm only trying to protect you.
Paul: You're trying to protect her by digging up an old boyfriend from Atlantic City. You found Vince O'Malley, and you persuaded to come after Rose so maybe she would lose interest in me.
Lucinda: Oh, no, darling. That's your poor mother's modus operandi, not mine.
Paul: My mother would never stoop to half the things you're famous for, and furthermore -
Rose: You know what? This is not the time or the place. I think you should go so I can talk to Ms. Walsh alone.
Paul: Are you sure?
Rose: Yes, I'm sure.
Paul: Fine. I'll go. Will you give me my shirt back?
Rose: No, 'cause I want to wear it, all day, so you'll be next to me. Go get yourself a fresh one.
Paul: Okay.
Rose: I'm keeping this one.
Paul: You be careful. Excuse me.
To the Moon and Back - 12.13.01
Rose: So what do you think, Mitz? Less is more?
Paul: Personally, I always like more.
Rose: Hi. How are you doing? So what do you think?
Paul: Hey. Beautiful.
Rose: How about the red nose?
Paul: With this outfit?
Rose: No, Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.
Paul: Oh, yeah. Sure. I'm sorry. Of course.
Rose: What about the outfit? What's wrong with the outfit?
Paul: I love it. It's beautiful, cheerful and festive. But best of all, it has you in it.
Rose: Uh-huh.
Paul: Lucinda, she let you live?
Rose: Yes, she did, and that's it. She's staying out of our love life. I threatened her with extinction.
Paul: Ah. And what about the famous Vince?
Rose: Vince who?
Paul: Vince, you know, the phone call, the letter, the flowers Vince?
Rose: Rule number one - never confuse what a guy wants with what a girl is willing to give. I'm giving nothing. Don't worry about Vince, capiche?
Paul: Capiche.
Paul: Okay, all right. Okay, I've got to go, Rose.
Rose: You aren't going anywhere.
Paul: Rose, no, really, I have to go. I have to go to the airport and meet Carly and make one last pitch for B.R.O.
Rose: Your mother calmed down?
Paul: Yeah. My mother's calmed down a little. I don't know if I trust it, but in any event, I need to go talk to Carly and keep that line open in case the Paris thing doesn't work out.
Rose: Will I see you later?
Paul: I don't want to leave you.
Rose: I'll come with you.
Paul: To the airport?
Rose: To the moon and back.
Paul: Eat your heart out, Vince O'Malley.
Rose: Yes, right. Very good. Thank you. (Rose opens the door to a deliveryman.) Oh.
Paul: Can I help you?
Deliveryman: Yeah. Packages for a Ms. Rose D'Angelo.
Rose: That's me. Come on in. Wow! I wonder who's sending me what from where I don't know.
Deliveryman: A Mr. Joseph D'Angelo.
Rose: Oh, my pop. I had stuff stored in his basement. I wonder what it is. Oh, thank you. What is it? Oh. Here. Merry Christmas.
Deliveryman: Thank you.
Paul: Merry Christmas.
Deliveryman: You, too.
Rose: First half of my life, right here in these two little boxes.
Paul: You know what? I tell you what. I'll go the airport while you unpack under one condition - you let me take a peek or two at that diary. (Rose laughs)
Rose: I never put the good stuff in there.
Paul: I'll see you.
Rose: Okay. Well, well, well. St. Gregory's, here we come.
In love with a Disco Queen - 12.13.01
Paul: Did you find anything incriminating?
Rose: No, just some - an award for being most absent my sophomore year.
Paul: Love the jacket.
Rose: Oh, thank you. Wore it every single day in high school. Nuns hated it.
Paul: It's, you know - I just want to be there when Lucinda sees it.
Rose: Next meeting. So how did it go with Carly?
Paul: Well, I had to fight past Craig, but I got to say my peace, so we'll see.
Rose: Good.
Paul: Listen, I've got to go check on my mom, make sure she's writing that press release.
Rose: All righty.
Paul: But I'll be back. Want me to bring dinner?
Rose: If you want to eat, you bring dinner. What?
Paul: I am in love with a disco queen.
Paul: Rose, I found
(Mitzi walks in.)
Mitzi: - oops. I'm not here.
Rose: Too late.
Paul: I've got to go. All right. See you, Mitz.
Mitzi: Bye, handsome.
Doubt - 12.14.01
Rose: Thanks a million.
Mitzi: No problem. Just drink that hot cocoa before it gets cold.
Rose: Okay.
Mitzi: Oh, and you're all set with the machine.
Rose: Oh, I'll - thanks.
Paul: Machine, what machine?
Rose: Um, a home warming present from Mitzi.
Paul: Oh, this thing?
Rose: Yeah. Did you have dinner yet? I made some ziti and I got some nice wine.
Paul: I haven't eaten.
Rose: All right, then just take off your shoes and your coat, hang it on an antler and enjoy the best meal of your life, and maybe a little bit of me for dessert. You on a diet? Lost your sweet tooth?
Paul: Is there something you don't want me to know, Rose? I mean, I ask you a simple question about the housewarming gift from Mitzi and you get a look on your face like it's a state secret.
Rose: It's nothing', honest. It's - we'll talk about it later. We'll just wait on questions that can wait. Right now, just let's focus on no cloudy moods, no wasted moments, just making each other happy?
Paul: Okay, I can do that.
Rose: You want some espresso?
Paul: That'll keep us up all night.
Rose: That's the point. I'll be right back.
Paul: Matches - matches.
Rose: Oh, mood lighting? I like it.
Paul: What's this?
Rose: That is a picture of my very, very ex, ex, ex-boyfriend, I told you about.
Paul: Yeah, the one you didn't love, but didn't take the time to break up with?
Rose: I don't know what pop was thinking putting this in the box - where are you going?
Paul: So you didn't love him, but you keep a picture of him hidden in your drawer?
Rose: Why are you getting - ?
Paul: I don't have time, rose, to figure out what else you're hiding from me. I thought we cared too much to make each other do that.
A crazy mixup - 12.20.01
Paul: Hey, Mitzi.
Mitzi: I'm so glad you decided to take my advice. You came to say something to Rose, huh?
Paul: I - suppose, yeah -
Mitzi: Oh, you don't have to worry about keeping our little chat a secret. Rose knows. This is so romantic! Now, I gotta get back to Ms. Walsh's. If I'm not back on the dot, she locks up the place and I'll wind up campin' out with the gatekeeper. Bye, you two.
Rose: Bye. Hey - you okay?
Paul: Fine. How are you?
Rose: Good. I guess I thought I was okay until I saw your face. I guess we're still in a fight. Hey, what are you doing all the way over there? Come over here and kiss me.
Paul: Rose, I think you and I have some things we need to discuss.
Rose: Paul, that's one of the things I love about us, you know, the way we talk things out. It'd be such a shame - you know, we're in sync right now - to get so crazy over some silly picture. That's no reason for us to break up.
Paul: I wouldn't walk out over a picture, Rose.
Rose: Good. Good, because that picture you found of me and Vince, I was gonna tell you about it - just not the second you walked through the door. I've been completely up-front about everything. Honest.
Paul: And that's what I love about you Rose - your honesty. I came by to see you earlier.
Rose: Oh, I wasn't here.
Paul: I know. Where were you?
Rose: I was at Lily's.
Paul: Lily's.
Rose: I was talking about you and me, actually. Lily's - the Ann Landers of sisters.
Paul: Yeah, I bet she is. Where'd you go after that?
Rose: The gas station. The drug store.
Paul: The Lakeview.
Rose: So you knew I was at The Lakeview when you're asking me all these questions? You spying on me?
Paul: Why, would I have to? I mean, you're always so honest. So, Rose, how's Vince? Has he changed much since that last time you saw him? Still got those anchor tattoos all over his body?
Rose: I never saw Vince at all!
Paul: Oh, come on, Rose. We both know you were with him this afternoon.
Rose: No, no! No, that's not true!
Paul: You went to his room!
Rose: Yeah, I went to his room - to tell him to leave me alone. But he wasn't there! I never saw him at all!
Paul: You gonna lie to me about where you were?
Rose: I didn't lie. I swear, I didn't lie.
Paul: Is this some kind of Jersey technicality?
Rose: No. All right, you want the whole story?
Paul: The truth would be nice.
Rose: All right, he called me at Lily's. We got disconnected somehow.
Paul: Star-69.
Rose: Yeah, I know. I tried to call him back, but he wasn't answerin' any of his phone calls. So decided to go over to The Lakeview, see him face-to-face and tell him to stop bothering me, to leave me alone. But he wasn't there, Paul, I swear!
Paul: At this point, why keep stringing me along, Rose?
Rose: Why are you so crazy about some guy I haven't seen in, like, over a year?
Paul: Oh, that's how long it's been, is it?
Rose: Yeah. And here you are, acting like I've been throwing back shooters with him all night long. That's why I didn't tell you about the picture of him and me. I just want to get rid of the whole subject of Vince O'Malley altogether! I don't want to bore you with the stupid details. I know how upset you would be.
Paul: Aren't you just the definition of compassion? Appreciating how upset I might get that the woman I love is sleeping with her ex-boyfriend right under my nose.
Rose: You think I'm sleeping with Vince?!
Paul: What am I supposed to think, Rose? I mean, you tell me one story, I shoot holes all through that one and, boom, you drop a second one and it's just as equally ridiculous.
Rose: No, that is the truth! That is the truth and nothing but. I swear to you! I went over to see Vince, he wasn't there, end of story.
Paul: Really? Then explain why (pulls out the slip he found in Room 221) this was in his hotel room.
Rose: Where did you get this?
Paul: Your ex-boyfriend's hotel room.
Rose: You saw Vince?
Paul: I didn't punch him, if that's what you're worried about.
Rose: Well, I'd like to see him. I'd like to get him alone for a few minutes - him and a 2x4. Vince gave this to you? He lied and gave you this?
Paul: No, he didn't give it to me. He was out, but I managed to get into his room anyway.
Rose: Are you sure that it was his room?
Paul: 221, right? That's what you told your bartender friend in the lounge.
Rose: You've got this gumshoe thing down, don't you?
Paul: I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to be wrong. When I forced myself in the room, that's when I saw the whole display.
Rose: You're losing me.
Paul: The champagne, lipstick on the glass, the slip.
Rose: This isn't mine!
Paul: It's yours, Rose. I mean, I've undressed you. Your perfume is all over it, I know it's yours. Just the thought - the thought of you with this - I mean, is he the only one?
Rose: How dare you? How dare you accuse me of something like that? You are wrong! You're dead wrong!
Paul: Just admit it. Just admit it, Rose!
Rose: There's nothing to admit! Oh, I was so afraid to tell you the truth about my arrest, because I was so afraid - afraid you were going to use it against me, because I trusted you. And now you're accusing me of sleeping around. I am no whore! I've done things, and I have done - I've been on the edge, but this is not me!
Paul: I want to believe you.
Rose: I want you to believe me, too.
Paul: But I need - I need better answers.
Rose: No, you need to trust me. You need to believe in me. And you need to love me enough not to need proof.
Paul: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Rose, but I need it. I just do.
Rose: You want proof? I'll give you proof.
Paul: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?
Rose: To find my slip. It's in the top drawer.
Paul: I don't know if I want you to do this.
Rose: We're still new. We're still figuring each other out. We're still thinking about the hurt we have from other people. We don't want to be hurt again. When I come back, you better be ready.
Paul: Ready for what?
Rose: To get on your knees and apologize to me. And make me a promise -
Paul: What promise?
Rose: - To love me forever.
Paul: You were gone a long time.
Rose: I looked everywhere. I turned drawers upside down and - I can't find it. Maybe Vince broke in here, and he stole it? I don't -
Paul: Yeah, yeah. Maybe - maybe he did. Was that before or after he left the message on your answering machine?
Rose: What - you listened to my messages?
Paul: Yeah, when I came over here like an idiot to apologize to you - I'm not proud of it, but, yeah, I pushed the play button, and I listened to your messages. And under the circumstances, I'm glad I did it.
Rose: I don't know what you're talking about. I do not have a message from Vince.
Paul: Why? Did you erase it?
(Answering machine beep)
Vince: Hey, Rosie, it's Vince the invincible. I got your message, baby.
Congratulations on dumpin' fashion boy and headin' my way.
Hey, this Lakeview Towers is pretty cool. You were right.
So, get over here. You know the room number. Don't keep me waitin', sexy.
It's been too long.
Rose: That's not Vince.
Paul: Yeah, yeah, yeah. First, this isn't your slip. And, now, that's not your boyfriend on the phone!
Rose: Ex-boyfriend. No, no!
Paul: No, no, no. Just stop! Just stop it! Stop lying to me. Vince isn't your "ex" anything. That title belongs to me now.
Rose: No, no, no. (Paul leaves, and Rose starts to out after him.) No, Paul, please! Paul! Who is doing this to me?!
Sitting around with a broken heart - 12.27.01
Bonnie: Thanks. Are you sure I can't add your name to the lineup?
Rose: Nah. I can't make it.
Bonnie: Oh, but Paul Ryan has already reserved two - two tickets.
Rose: Well, that was before. And, in the meantime, we've had a little failure to communicate.
Bonnie: Well, you know what the best remedy for that is? A long, long, heart-to-heart. Go get what's yours.
Bonnie: Paul Ryan! What a surprise!
Paul: Well, I called Isaac, told him I was on my way. He didn't tell you?
Bonnie: Of course you did. What I meant was, what a surprise. It took absolutely no time at all.
Paul: Well, here are the dresses from the spring line for the silent auction.
Bonnie: You're kidding! You're incredible! Isn't he the best, Rose?
Rose: That's what they say.
Bonnie: Well, what would this benefit be without guys who are just as wonderful as you?
Paul: No, actually, they're a gift from B.R.O. - me and my mother.
Bonnie: Oh. Let me make a mental note of that. Don't move a muscle.
Rose: So - how's it going?
Paul: Well - you know -
Rose: A lot of that goin' around, I guess.
Paul: Well, it looks like it's gonna be a blast here tonight.
Rose: Yeah, not too shabby.
Paul: You coming?
Rose: No. I got plans. Big plans.
Paul: Anything interesting?
Rose: I gotta wash my hair.
Paul: Why? It looks terrific.
Rose: You're not close enough to see the split ends. Hours and hours of conditioning, you know?
Paul: You expect me to believe that shampooing your hair is now a life and death proposition?
Rose: You know what, Paul? It beats sitting around with my broken heart in my hands. Have fun.
Paul: Why'd you let her leave?