Father of the Bride Part II Page #10

Megan if it's a girl,|and Franck if it's a boy.

Franck Banks. It's got kind of a|continental ring to it, don't you think?

Can't you see him walking around|the house with his little ascot?

George, go check on Annie.

Tell her I'm fine, all right?|Oh, boy.

These contractions are|really coming fast, honey.

But go, go. I'm fine.|And, oh, check on Matty, honey.

And, George? George.

I don't know what|I was gonna say.

Okay.

Okay, hang in there.|A little more.

- That one was a b*tch, huh?|- Yeah.|- Hey.

- Pappala, we're getting closer.|- How're you doin'?|- Hi.|- You okay?

- Yes, that's better. Thanks.|- Fine. Good.|- Dad, how's Mom?

Well, uh, sh-she's, uh--|You're not gonna believe this.

- She's not in labor?|- She is, actually.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.|- This is some night.

- More ice.|- I'll get it!|- I'll get it!|- No, no, no. I'll get it.

- All right.|- You just, uh-- You just stay there.|- Dad, you should--

- Hold on.|- I got you. I got you.

Go to Mom. I'll be fine.

- The ice man arrives.|- Almost. Almost. Almost. There we are.

There we go. More ice.

Really, Dad, I can handle this now.|You stay with Mom.

Well, she did say she wanted|some ice. I could take this to|her and be back in two seconds.

- How about I find a doctor and get|an update here, okay? Be right back.|- Okay.

- You just-- You just--|- Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere.

- Oh! This is very good.|- Okay.|- Mm-hmm.

- Franck. I need you, buddy.|- I'm here, buddy.

- Anything. What?|- W-Well, I need you to help me.|Can you hang in here with me?

Of course. I will hang in|until I hear those babies cry.

I don't know what I'm doing exactly, but|I will keep doing that. You know that.

- Well, I thought you|could stay with Annie.|- Good.

-And then I could check on Nina.|-Fine.|-Then maybe we could switch.

Yeah. George?

We're bonding here,|aren't we?

- I think we are, Franck.|- Someone's buzzing me|awful bad in here.

Go on. Don't worry.|I'm on the case.

Okay. Oh, George. George?|I think I'm almost there.

Yeah, Dad, don't go too far.|We may need you.

Dad? Dad!

- We're moving her into delivery.|- Okay. I'm ready. Let's do it.

- Dad?|- Baby.

Doctor.

What's going on?|What's wrong?

Nina, your contractions|are really close together...

and the baby's just not handling|it as well as we'd like.

The baby's heart rate has dropped.|Now, we're gonna watch it carefully...

and if it doesn't go back up in a couple|of minutes, I wanna do a C-section...

- and get the baby out.|- Oh, George.

Mr. Banks, I'm concerned|your wife's going to need to|be delivered in the next few minutes...

- and obviously I can't be|in two places at once.|- Right.

Everything's going beautifully|with Annie. Her labor's|progressing very well.

I'd like to turn her over|to the chief resident.

I have complete|confidence in him.

I just feel that it's more important|that I stay with your wife.

- Is that okay with you?|- Yeah, fine.

If the baby's heart rate doesn't go up,|how long does it take to--

Once I get her in the operating|room, I can have the baby out|in 60 seconds if I have to.

We're still okay.

- We're in labor in room number four.|- Okay.

- Get Dr. Wagner up here.|- Right.

- Dad! Is Mom okay?|- She's fine. Don't worry.

- Okay.|- Hi, Annie. I'm Dr. Wagner.

- Hi.|- Hold on. We're almost there.|- Okay.

- Bryan!|- Annie!

Oh. Oh, God.

- I hope he's the husband.|- He is.

- How'd you know we were here?|- Well, I got to the folks' house...

and saw the tray|of uneaten lasagna.

- I'm so glad I made it.|- Me too.

Slow down, kids.|This is our stop.

Dad, if--

- Just go. Go.|- Okay.

I don't see enough of an improvement,|Nina. Let's get you delivered.

- Pat, we're on our way.|- Okay.

- Nina.|- Oh, George.

What if she doesn't|get the baby out in time?

- She will.|- Excuse me.

- Hey, you know what I|was thinkin' about?|- What?

- I was thinkin' about our first date.|- Oh, yeah.

The one you showed up|an hour late for?

- Oh, actually, I wasn't an hour late.|- Yes, you were, George.

You showed up as I was pulling|away from the restaurant.

Well, that's not exactly|what happened.

Actually, I got there on time.|I told you this.

- Never.|- I didn't?

Remember, you told me I'd know|you because you'd be wearing|that red turtleneck?

- Oh, George.|- And I just...

stood in the window and I watched|you walk to that booth in the back.

And you were so|incredibly beautiful.

I was afraid to go in.|And I--

- And I just stood there,|- Excuse me.

watching you sip your water|and talk to the waiter,

and I just fell in love|with you.

George.

And when you left, I watched you|get in your V.W. bug...

and I saw your hair blowing out|the side of the window, and--

and you started to drive off, and I|just got afraid I'd never see you again.

That's when I almost|ran you over.

Thanks for telling me this,|George.

Thanks for marrying me, Nina.

We're ready.

Dad, it's a boy.|We have a son.

Congratulations.|How's Annie?

Perfect.|She's just perfect.

He's so cute.|Seven pounds, nine ounces.

- How's Nina?|- I'm, uh, still waiting.

Yeah. Well, I guess|I-I better get back.

- Go.|- Okay.

It's wonderful.|Give Annie a kiss for me.

I will.

I'm a grandfather.

Mr. Banks?

I have someone|that I'd like you to meet.

It's a girl.

I love girls.

- How's Nina?|- She's excellent. She did beautifully.

Am I nuts, or is this|the most beautiful baby ever born?

She's perfect.

Oh. Would you tell Nina|she has a grandson?

I will. Congratulations.

And thanks.

My pleasure.

Hey. Hey.

Hi, beauty. Hi.

Dad, you gotta see him.

Annie says he looks|just like you.

- Come here, you.|- Boy.

- Oh, that's yours?|- She's a daughter.

- Oh, she's beautiful.|- Say. Say.

It was at that moment, with my daughter|in one arm and my grandson in the other,

that I realized life isn't|gonna get much better than this.

- Oh, there he is.|- Oh, let me see him.

- Ohh!|- Hi, Dad. Mom.

- There they are.|- Oh, my God. They're so sweet!

Hello!

Before we knew it,|two months had passed,

and it was time|to say good-bye.

Have you got the stroller?

I guess we're off.

That's it.

Mom?

- Oh, honey.|- I'll miss you.

- Knock 'em dead, okay?|- Okay, I'll try.

- Let me hug George good-bye,|okay? Can I?|- Ohh. Yeah.

- Hi. Hi. Are you George?|Oh, you're George.|- Can I get a little hug?

- Can I hold him?|- Huh?|- Yeah, sure.

- Okay.|- Yeah.|- All right, honey. Okay.

- Two hands.|- Two hands.|- Two hands.

Yes. Good.

- Well.|- Well, good-bye. Take care.

- Bye.|- We'll call you.|- Okay.

See you, George.

We'll call ya.

Bye, Megan.|Call me, okay?

I may be your nephew's mother,|but I'm still your big sister.

- Here. I got her a going-away present.|- Hey. Okay.

Thanks.

You better get going if you're|gonna get to Phoenix before dark.

Yeah, we better.

Okay, well, remember. If you're|ever up for a 3:00 a.m. feeding,|it'll be 6:00 in Boston.

So, you know,|don't hesitate.

- I'll take him. Oh, sleepy.|- Hey, wait a minute.

I haven't had a chance to kiss|my grandson good-bye yet.

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