 Hi, Mitch.
Mitch: Am I interrupting?
Felicia: No, no.
Mitch: I'm glad to hear everything worked out.
Felicia: Well, it did more than that. Take a look.
Mitch: Wow!
Amanda: Yeah, this being engaged stuff is pretty ok.
Mitch: Well, Sam's one lucky guy. So am I.
Amanda: You?
Mitch: Well, you get to be my sister-in-law.
Amanda: Uh-huh. A Cory.
Mitch: Well, I mean, who would have thought a year ago that anything like this could possibly have happened?
Felicia: Or if anybody had told Mac and Rachel that this would have happened.
Amanda: I would have been shipped off to the Yukon or something like that.
Felicia: Yes, I think so.
Mitch: Well, the main thing is you're both happy.
Amanda: Oh, we're very, very happy.
Donna: Well, how's everything going?
Amanda: Donna -- wait a minute. Excuse me. I've got to ask her about the guest list.
Felicia: Ok, we'll talk later, all right?
Amanda: Ok.
Mitch: Goodbye.
Amanda: Bye. Donna, I need a copy of the guest list.
Mitch: Oh, brother.
Felicia: What? What's wrong?
Mitch: Did she say anything about Sam?
Felicia: Other than she's in love with him and they're deliriously happy, no.
Mitch: I mean, nothing's wrong?
Felicia: No. Why? Is there something wrong?
Mitch: Well, I stopped by "Brava" on the way over here.
Felicia: And?
Mitch: Well, I ran into Sam and I congratulated him, and he -- he acted, like, preoccupied, or angry.
Felicia: Really?
Mitch: Yeah, I mean, he just shrugged his shoulders and said, "yeah," and walked off. I mean, does that sound like someone who's deliriously happy to you?
Donna: Hi.
Felicia: Ooh, ooh, Donna. Listen, Mitch, can you help Donna with these?
Donna: Oh, that would be wonderful. We need to put these on the mannequins and set them up for the shoot.
Felicia: Ok.
Amanda: And this is for the brochure for Monte Carlo, right?
Donna: Right.
Felicia: Now, Amanda, if you want to stay and take some notes, you most certainly can.
Amanda: Great.
Felicia: Ok?
Amanda: Thanks.
Donna: Mm-hmm.
Amanda: Donna, can you run a copy of that guest list off for me?
Donna: Oh, sure. I'll be happy to.
Amanda: Ok, good. Thanks.
Felicia: Amanda, this is wonderful fabric. Would you like to take a look?
Amanda: Sure.
Donna: Oh, yeah, she should. Just stay and watch. Just feel free to stay as long as you like.
Amanda: Thanks.
Reginald: Thank you. That's very kind.
Adam: "The coroner's conclusion was suicide. Basis -- circumstantial evidence, there was a suicide note, subsequent testimony of the husband in regards to the instability of said Elizabeth Love."
Michael: Did anybody think it was kind of strange that she killed herself and then burned the house down?
Adam: Oh, Mike, you're so mistrustful.
Michael: Tell me, when did she mail that note, before she killed herself or after?
Adam: It says one day before. Lisa, do you sense something?
Lisa: Not yet.
Michael: You know, I think the coroner may have been on Reggie's payroll.
Adam: You're probably right.
Michael: How about this -- Reggie sets himself up. He decides --
Adam: Do you see something?
Lisa: Donna.
Michael: Donna? What about Donna?
Lisa: I don't know.
Michael: Come on, you said something about Donna.
Lisa: Danger. It's something about danger.
Michael: Donna's in danger?
Lisa: I don't know. We're talking about Reginald's wife, and maybe it's just that.
Michael: Yeah. She's at the design house right now.
Donna: Get out.
Reginald: Donna, you've always been a failure at giving the orders, and you still are.
Donna: You --
Amanda: Donna? Oh, excuse me --
Reginald: Quite all right.
Amanda: Mr. Love.
Reginald: You're Amanda, aren't you? Amanda Cory?
Amanda: Yes. Yes, I am. Donna, is it true that you're going to have to use two different planes for the insurance --
Donna: Uh --
Amanda: Or something?
Donna: Yes, yes. The fashions have to go on one plane, and we go on another one. It's the only way that we could get enough insurance coverage.
Amanda: Oh, all right. I bet not too many people know that about the fashion business.
Donna: No, no.
Amanda: Would you be able to talk to me about that now?
Donna: Oh -- Amanda, I really don't have time right now, but, you know, Cass really knows as much about it as I do.
Amanda: Ok, I'll find him.
Donna: Oh, good. Good.
Amanda: Thanks.
Donna: Thank you.
Reginald: Why are you having so much trouble getting insurance?
Donna: We are not.
Reginald: If you're having difficulties, Nicole could use one of my planes.
Donna: We are not having any difficulties, Nicole does not need you, and we don't need any of your planes.
Reginald: Why don't we talk to her.
Donna: Look, I'm going over there to help Felicia, and when I turn around, you better be gone, because if you're not, I'm going to call the police. Now, do you understand that?
Reginald: Manners, Donna, manners.
[Donna sighs]
Donna: Ahem.
Felicia: What dose he want?
Donna: I think he's just here to pollute the air, that's all.
Mitch: Would you like for me --
Donna: No. Mitch. No violence. You know, let's -- let's just ignore him. You know he'll really hate that.
Felicia: Yes.
Mitch: I'll be right back.
Felicia: Ok.
Donna: All right.
Mitch: Are you sure?
Donna: Yes, Mitch, I'm sure. Thank you. Ok?
Mitch: Ok.
Felicia: So let's get to work, ok?
Donna: Yes. Yes. You know, I really think we're going to need to hem this dress.
Felicia: Hem, too? All right.
Donna: Oh, good. Thank you.
Felicia: Ok. All right.
Donna: I think it'll look much better.
Felicia: Oh, you know what?
Donna: What?
Felicia: I forgot the yellow dress.
Donna: Oh. Oh, that's right. The seamstress was working on that other sleeve.
Felicia: Right.
Donna: Oh, it's in the front room in that chair.
Felicia: Ok. I'll be right back, ok?
Donna: Yeah. Yeah, that's fine.
Reginald: Felicia.
Felicia: Excuse me.
Reginald: I really think you should reconsider my offer on the plane, dear. Shipments have been known to go down, you know. Perhaps I can bring it up with Nicole -- or better yet Cass, since he's in charge of financing.
[Phone rings]
Reginald: Ah.
Donna: Don't answer that! Look, I told you I don't even want you here!
Michael: Donna? Donna, what's going on?
Reginald: Well, hello, there.
Michael: What the hell are you doing there? Let me talk to Donna.
Reginald: I don't think so, no.
Michael: You put Donna on this phone.
Reginald: I think your time for giving the orders is over now.
Michael: You let Donna --
Reginald: I'm in charge. Please try to remember that.
Michael: Let me talk to Donna!
Donna: Who was that?
Reginald: No one important.
Donna: How dare you!
Reginald: Oh, Donna. I will dare much more than that any time I please.
Adam: Are you sure something's wrong?
Michael: I don't know. But he shouldn't even be there, Adam.
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