Father of the Bride Page #9

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my last night in my bed, in my house.

Kind of like

my last night as a kid.

I mean, I've lived here

since I was five.

And I feel like I'm supposed

to turn in my key tomorrow.

It was so strange,

packing up my room.

You know how you've always trained me

never to throw anything away.

So, like, I have all these

ratty stuffed animals...

and yearbooks, my old retainer...

all my old magic tricks.

I've actually packed it all.

I just didn't want

to let it go.

I mean, I know I can't stay.

But it's like

I don't want to leave.

Well, that's the thing about life,

is, uh...

the surprises.

The little things that sneak up

on you and grab hold of you.

- It still happens to me.

- Thanks.

- What is this?

- I don't believe it.

- Oh, my God! Talk about surprises.

- It hasn't snowed in L.A.

since I was nine.

Mom's gonna die.

What? What is that face?

No. Nothing. I was--

I was just thinking.

Oh, this is gonna end up

costing you more money.

No.

How I know I'll remember this moment

for the rest of my life.

Whee!

When you live in a city that hasn't

seen snow in 36 years...

it's bound to cause a few problems.

First, we panicked

and brought in extra heaters.

But they were melting

the ice sculptures, so they had to go.

- Right.

- Yeah?

- All right. Back in the truck.

- Yeah.

The florist had to thaw out our

newly planted tulips with a hair dryer.

Franck and Howard shovelled our path

themselves at no extra charge.

- Franck?

- Just keep shovelling! Don't stop!

'Cause they're gonna be here, you know.

And the swans spent the morning

in a lukewarm bath.

Other than that, we were

almost running on schedule.

- Nina, it's after 3:00!

- All I can say is thank God

snow is white.

- It works. You know what I mean?

- It works.

Franck, do you have

that needle and thread?

Here you go, George.

We fix you right up.

- Howard, you better go to the church!

- On my way.

Uh-oh. I bring

the wrong kolor thread.

I assumed you'd be wearing

a black tuxado.

- It is a black tuxado.

- I don't think so, babe.

This tux if nuffy blue.

No doubt about dat. Let me--

What are you talkin' about?

Armani doesn't make a blue tuxedo.

Armani don't also make polyaster.

Franck, where are the cars?

We're supposed to be there by now.

Where are dos cares?

All right. Relax, honey.

Everything's going to be just fine.

At least we know

they can't start without us.

I knew I'd never be able to remember

what Nina wore that day.

But I also knew I'd never forget

the way she looked.

Nina.

Thank you, George.

You shouldn't look this beautiful.

It's not fair to the bride.

- Cars is here!

- Huh?

Matthew, frond and cendre!

- Aw!

- Aw!

Just kidding.

- Oh, no.

- What did you do to your hair, honey?

I gelled it. You don't like it?

N-- Oh, no, no. I think it--

it looks-- yeah-- cool.

- Very debonair, my boy.

- Thank you.

- Okay, we'll go in the first car,

and you and Annie follow.

- Right.

- George.

- Oh, I follow! l-- Anne!

Annie?

I'm ready. Come on in.

- You look beautiful.

- Thanks.

Okay. Let's get

this show on the road.

- We're here!

- Oh! Oh, just look!

- Hi. Oh, Mom.

- Line up, everyone.

- Mother of the bride.

- Oh, George!

Comin' through! Here we come.

Comin' through.

- Left, together, right, together.

- Got it, Dad.

- Let me see that.

- See?

Let's do this. Okay?

I love you.

- I love you too.

- Mother of the bride.

Mother of the bride. We've gotta go.

- George.

- Let's go, everybody. Line up.

It's time. It's time.

Mother of the bride.

Come on, mother of the bride.

Here we go. I'm opening the doors.

Natasha, haven't you peeked enough?

Here we go. Come on. Let's go.

Shh. Okay.

And left, right.

Very nice. Smile now.

Right and left.

Right and very nice and left.

Right. Keep smiling.

And left. Hey.

This was the moment I'd been dreading

for the past six months.

Well, actually,

for the past 22 years.

- Hold on, Dad.

- Annie overwhelmed me.

She was as calm and cool as

I'd ever seen her. Very un-Banks-like.

Okay.

Here you go.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered

here together...

in the presence of family,

friends and loved ones...

for the purpose

of uniting in matrimony--

All I could think of was the part

I had to play.

Then suddenly I went blank. I had

one line, and I couldn't remember it.

When the reverend said,

"Who presents this woman?"...

was I supposed to say, "That's me,"

or was it, "l do"?

- ...Forever hold your peace--

- I couldn't think. I felt every eye...

in the place boring into the back

of my neck, waiting for me to screw up.

- When suddenly, it was upon me.

- And so I now ask...

who presents this woman

in holy matrimony?

I do.

Annie and Bryan, you have come here

today to join your hands--

- "Who presents this woman?"

- Always remember...

- This woman.

- this vow of marriage is most solemn...

- But she's not a woman.

She's just a kid.

- should not be entered into lightly.

- And she's leaving us.

- With a deep realization of its

obligations and responsibilities.

I realized at that moment that I was

never going to come home again...

and see Annie

at the top of the stairs.

Never going to see her again

at our breakfast table...

in her nightgown and socks.

I suddenly realized

what was happening.

Annie was all grown up

and leaving us.

And something inside

began to hurt.

I, Bryan MacKenzie...

I, Bryan MacKenzie...

- take thee, Annie Banks...

- take thee, Annie Banks...

- to be my wedded wife.

- to be my wedded wife.

To love and to comfort

from this day forward.

To love and to comfort

from this day forward.

- I, Annie Banks...

- I, Annie Banks...

take thee, Bryan MacKenzie...

- take thee, Bryan MacKenzie...

- to be my lawful wedded husband.

to be my lawful wedded husband.

To love and to comfort

from this day forward.

To love and to comfort

from this day forward.

The ring, please.

With this ring as a token of my love

and affection, I thee wed.

With this ring as a token of my love

and affection, I thee wed.

Here, sweetie.

With this ring as a token

of my love and affection...

I thee wed.

With this ring as a token

of my love and affection, I thee wed.

By virtue of the authority vested in me,

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Well, she did it.

And now, as my son said,

it was time to party.

- Hi, how are you? Good to see you.

Don't you look great?

- Congratulations.

- Wonderful party.

The house was busting at the seams.

Everywhere I looked, there were faces.

Most of which, I might add,

I had never seen before.

- George, I'd like you to meet the

Danish relatives. These are the Prowses.

- Hello!

I met Bryan's Danish relatives,

who thanked me profusely

for flying them over.

- Hi. How are you?

- Everyone was telling me

what a great party it was.

How beautiful the house looked.

They loved the flowers...

the hors d'oeuvres, the swans.

We even seemed to be getting away

with only two parking attendants.

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