Carolina Page #4

We never get to see the end|of the movie when you come.

I'm gonna calm Maine down and|get Georgia's stuff to my house.

You think it's a good idea,|do you?

Saddling yourself with two kids when|you don't even have a job yourself.

Yes, I do.

I thought you'd be|on your horse.

I'm not in the mood.

And what about your numbers?

I've only got two numbers left.

Girls, get your butts

out here and help Georgia|unload the U-Haul.

She's pregnant, for God's sake.

Come on, get your butts out.

So I moved Georgia in.

And still she's gonna have a baby|with no father around.

I can't believe she's gonna let|history repeat itself like that.

She has her own free will.|She can do what she wants.

Yeah, but she's not even taking it|seriously. It's no big deal to her.

- She's doing something unexpected.|- It's not unexpected, you're right.

You know, the problem isn't her.|It's you.

What?

Things don't always have to go|according to plan.

Your plan.

No.

Let go. And for God's sake,|Carolina,

live a little.

Carolina Mirabeau.

Live a little.

Happy birthday, Carolina.

- It's my birthday.|- Happy birthday to you.

Happy, happy, happy birthday.

What are you doing for Christmas?

- All right?|- Yes, you look lovely, darling.

Come here.

You're gonna be late.

Who cares?|I'm having fun.

Oh, Albert,

come out here.|I want you to meet somebody.

Hey.

Albert. Heath,|this is Albert Morris,

my neighbor.|My neighbor and best friend.

Hi. Heath Pierson.|I've heard a lot about you.

You have?

Well I've heard|a lot about you too.

Good. Of course.

Did you get my birthday card?|I left it on your doorstep.

Yes. Thank you.

Did you read it?

I haven't gotten a chance|to open it yet.

Of course, you were busy.

Well, read the card.

And if you're still interested,|let me know, okay?

I should be off.|Nice to meet you, Albert.

Can we do that again, please?

When we get to the piano dynamic,|keep the tempo...

Do you think the musicians|ever miss a note?

Of course.|Nobody's perfect.

That's why there's|so many of them up there.

Enjoy your present now.

They're all playing for you.

Why don't you like him, Albert?|You don't even know him.

I know him.

Now he is perfect.|He's Flawless Man.

Flawless body without working out,|flawless smile, never runs out gas,

never breaks a sweat.|Never says the wrong thing.

Makes us ordinary guys|feel invisible.

You got all that|from one hello?

I'm a writer. Ljudge character|faster than a speeding bullet.

I thought we didn't judge.

We judge when the rules are broken.|You slept with him last night

on the 2nd date at your house.|That breaks every Carolina rule.

But I've lived a little,|Albert.

I want a normal, available guy,|and I think I've found one.

He makes me happy.

Anyone named Heath Pierson|is not a normal guy.

I saw his car.

A Jaguar.

He's not a normal guy.

I invited him to Christmas dinner.

You did what?

Christmas dinner's for family.

And what about you, anyway?|You write about all this passion

and romance and|"my love for you is endless."

When was the last time|you went on a date?

As it so happens,|I do have a date.

Come on, you do not, Albert.

I do, too.|Why is that so surprising?

A fourth date, in fact.|She's a writer.

And not another Daphne write, but a|New York Times bestseller writer.

I met her

at my publisher's holiday party|two weeks ago. Enjoy the concert.

...four bars straight there.|Join in the fun. A little more Sax.

So you're telling me you honestly|don't know what happened?

No. It's just not like Albert.

It is hard work being so dense,|Carolina.

What is that supposed to mean?

Why don't you take a ride on Maine's|horse and see what come up.

Be careful,|that's my wedding china.

Why can't you just say|what you mean?

All right.|Here's a thought.

Forget about Albert, forget|about Maine and forget about me,

for that matter.

What about you, Carolina?|Why is your life so hard?

Makes me think you're living|somebody else's instead.

Okay. Okay, fine.

Tomorrow is Christmas dinner. I want|you there more than anyone else.

Sh*t! Why didn't you say so|in the first place?

Hi. You look nice.

Carolina.

Look at these plates. Grandma|lent them to me for Christmas.

All this time using paper plates|and she had an entire set of china.

- Can you believe that?|- Carolina.

Anyway, I want to apologize for|the Hollywood Bowl thing yesterday.

- Carolina.|- You can date whoever.

Or is it whomever? Whatever.|Anyway, it's really not my business.

I'm just glad you're getting|out there and taking chances.

And she's a writer,

a real writer.

Carolina, she's here.

Debbie, this is Carolina, my friend.|Carolina, this is Debbie.

Hi, it's nice to meet you.|Albert's told me a lot about you.

Albert's told me|a lot about you, too.

I mean,|he was just about to tell me

more than he has,|like that you're pretty and smart,

which you are obviously.|You look great. You two look great.

Together. A couple. So where|are you guys going, anyway?

To a Christmas Eve service.

My mom and dad and I

go every year.|It's kind of a family tradition.

That's lovely.

All you lazy, good-for-nothing|goldbrickers, dinner is served.

Merry Christmas.

Grandma, I told you|not to bring anything.

How are you gonna feed all these|people with one piddly bird?

Now, nobody eat.

Grandma's gotta pee.

She brought her own turkey.

I know. I saw.

Albert. Are you staying?

- Of course.|- What about Debbie?

She's with her parents.|We're gonna meet after dinner.

I don't have a name card for you.

That's okay.|I can remember my own name.

Oh, here, sit there.|Aunt Marilyn got arrested again.

Carolina, honey,|you're out of toilet paper.

Okay, who wants to say grace?

I do.

Albert, I love you like a son,|honey, but you Jewish people...

you can't kill Christ and expect to|have a conversation with him later.

Fine. He's all yours.|I'll chat with him over dessert.

I'll get it, I'll get it.|Go ahead, carry on.

Who's missing?

Everybody, this is Heath.|Heath, everybody.

My family.

Sorry I'm late everyone.

Happy Christmas.

Wine. How lovely. I think|I have an opener in the kitchen.

Who the hell is that?

Language, girl.|No one knows who the hell it is.

- There's a lot of people.|- Yeah.

Your lipstick's smeared.

Thank you, Maine. Grandma,|will you please say grace?

Certainly.

Everyone bow their heads,|please.

Lord, bless my family.

Fill their bellies|and keep them warm and safe.

And now, let's get personal.

Please find Georgia

a man to daddy that young'un

- that she's carrying.|- Grandma...

Give Maine those lottery numbers|before she loses her virginity

on that rocking horse.

Lord, let my Teddy settle down|and plant some roots.

Look over my sister Marilyn who,|bless her soul, is back injail.

Enlighten her about|cellular telephones

and credit card transactions,|both of which are traceable.

And finally, Lord,

bless my Carolina's heart

for she is the best part of me.

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