Father of the Bride Part II

Folks are blessed who make|the best of every day

Living by|their own philosophy

Everyone beneath the sun|must find a way

And I have found|the only way for me

I don't believe in|frettin' and grievin'

Why mess around with strife

I never was cut out|to step and strut out

Give me the simple life

Some find it pleasant|dining on pheasant

Those things|roll off my knife

Just serve me tomatoes|and mashed potatoes

Give me the simple life

A cottage small|is all I'm after

Not one that's spacious|and wide

A house that rings|with joy and laughter

And the one you love|in sight

Some like the high road

I like the low road

Free from the care|and strife

Sounds corny and seedy|But, yes, indeedy

I like the simple life

Life could be thrilling|with one who's willing

To be a farmer's wife

Kids calling me Pappy|would sure make me happy

Give me the simple life

Some find it pleasant|dining on pheasant

Those things|roll off my knife

Just serve me tomatoes|and mashed potatoes

Give me the simple life

Nina, come on. They're gonna|be here any minute.

Okay. We'll be right down.

Father of the bride.

I never thought I'd say this, but that|whole experience Pas a piece of cake...

compared to the roller coaster|I've been on this past year.

I admit it took me a while|to recover from the wedding,

but eventually life got back|to normal, which is exactly|the way I prefer life to be.

After the dust settled, I began|to realize what a lucky guy I was.

I had a wonderful home|filled with memories,

and completely paid for;

a wife I love just as much|as the day I married her;

a daughter, independent,|self-sufficient,

married, working, happy;

a son blossoming|in the middle of middle school;

and a son-in-law|gainfully employed,

and very often,|out of town on business.

Life was sweet.

I felt for the first time|ahead of the game.

Then it dawned on me.

I was a mere five years|away from freedom.

Soon I'd be a father with one kid|married and the other off in college.

And that started me|thinking.

What was I gonna do|with all that free time?

Anything I wanted.

Maybe I'd take up|fly-fishing,

travel to exotic places,|climb Mount Everest.

I was feeling|on top of the world.

And that's when|they lowered the boom on me.

It was like that old joke:|''All those who think they have|it made, take one step forward.

Not so fast, George Banks.''

It was about a year ago|when it all started.

Well, nine months ago|to be exact.

I was on my way home from work|on a perfect fall day.

The leaves were golden.|The air was crisp.

And I couldn't help thinking|what a charmed life I was leading.

Yep, I was a happy man.

Hey, hey!

- Hey, Dad, you hear the news?|- What news?

- I don't know. She wouldn't tell me.|- Matty, phone!

- Got it!|- Who wouldn't tell you?

- Hey.|- Hi, George.

Do you think it's|what we think it is?

What? What? What is it?|Somebody tell me what's going on.

Bryan called and said|to be here at 6:00 sharp,

that he and Annie have|some important news to tell us.

This is one of those moments,|George. I can feel it.

Oh, my.

Hi, honey. Oh, don't worry,|okay? I'm sure nothing's wrong.

- How do you know?|- Well, I, I know.

- Oh, you know?|- No. I don't-- I don't really know.

I just know nothing's wrong.|Now, come on. Come on inside.

- Can I fix you a drink, George?|- No, thanks.

Nina, you don't think Annie's|been transferred back East, do you?

No, honey. Something tells me|this has nothing to do with work.

George. George. You sure|you don't want a glass of wine?

'Cause she always said|a transfer was a possibility.

And I, for one,|would hate it if they moved.

Really, George? You?

Well, they live|far enough away as it is.

Dad, they live|a mile from here.

Well, you know, with|the traffic and everything.

Oh, there they are. I just--|I just don't wanna hear|the word ''Boston,'' that's all.

I mean, you know what's|gonna happen, don't you?

First, they're gonna promise|to come home for long weekends.

Then it'll be a week every other summer.|Next thing you know, we're strangers.

We're just names on|a Christmas card list.

We'll be those relatives|out in California.

Bummer Man, he delivers.

- Hello?|- We're here.

- Hi!|- Hello!|- Hi!

- Good to see you.|- Good to see you too.

- Hey, Dad.|- Hi, son.

There she was, my Annie.

Every time I saw her, I had to remind|myself she was a married woman.

To me, she still seemed|like a kid playing house.

- Hi!|- Hi, Mom.|- Hi, hon.

- How are you?|- Good!

Are you feeling all right?

Of course she's feeling all right.|Look at her. She never looked better.

- Hi, Dad.|- Are you okay?|- I was a little late.

So, any news at work?|Any-- Any news? Any anything?

- No, everything's great.|Same, but good.|- Same.

- Busy.|- Busy.

See?

- Hey, Dad.|- Hi.

George. Sorry, George.

As long as the big news wasn't that|my daughter was moving 3,000 miles away,

her husband could call me|anything he wanted.

In spite of myself, I had|actually begun to grow somewhat|fond of Bryan MacKenzie.

Those hors d'oeuvres|look so great. I'm starving.

Mm-hmm.

So what is it, Annie?|What's the news?

- Well, don't you wanna eat first?|- Come on. Tell us. What is it?

- I know what it is.|I got it. I'm positive.|- What?

You bought a house, right? A place|you can remodel a little closer to home?

- A house? Is that it?|- Well--

Well, no, no, no, no.|A house is fine.

Oh, yeah, of course,|a-- a house is definitely good.

That's the big news? A house? Man, I|thought you guys were gonna have a baby.

- Oh, get outta here.|- Us too.

I know. Me too.|That's what I thought.

That's what|we were hoping for.

- Well--|- Tell 'em.

Your wish came true.|I'm gonna have a baby!

- We're pregnant!|- Oh!

- Congratulations.|- Oh, this is so--|- Thanks.

I never liked|that Bryan MacKenzie.

Not from the moment|I laid eyes on him.

Here my little girl was playing house,|and he had the nerve to--

- George.|- What do you say, Dad?

Congratulations.

You too.

Congratulations.

- Oh!|- Grandpa!

''Grandpa''? First that runt|steals my daughter, now he|makes a grandpa out of me.

The baby is due July 26, and I like that|'cause that's a good even number.

Of course, it is|going to be very hot.

But I'm sure she's not|gonna mind. Oh, God. Oh, George.

Can you believe the same doctor|who delivered Annie is going|to be delivering her baby?

- Oh, honey. It's so amazing.|- Yeah.

Oh, George!|I have a great idea.

What if Franck did|the baby shower for us?

- Franck?|- As a favor, honey. George.

What? I thought|you liked Franck now.

- I never actually said|I liked the man.|- Yes, you did. Yes, you did.

When we were at that party|with those people from whatcha-callit,

- you were just raving on about him.|- All right. Well, maybe it slipped out,

but I didn't mean it.

Nina, get a grip.|I'm not gonna go into hock...

to give Annie a baby shower.

I just finished|paying for the wedding.

Oh, now my stomach hurts.|Where'd you put my Tums?

All right, honey. Okay. Okay, okay.|It was just a thought. Calm down.

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