Father of the Bride Part II Page #2

What's the matter with you anyway?|You didn't say a word during dinner.

- You're acting as if|you're not happy about this.|- Who's acting?

Oh, I see. You're not happy that your|daughter is going to be having a baby?

That's right, Grandma.|I'm not.

- Why?|- Well, for starters,|they can't afford a baby.

- Oh! Oh.|- Babies cost money.

And the older they get,|the more they cost.

I mean, they didn't plan for this.|They don't have a nest egg.

They-- They|barely have a nest.

How are they gonna fit a baby|into that shoe box they live in?

Really, George. They have more money|than we had at their age.

Also, what do they know|about raising a kid?

Annie's just a kid herself. I|mean, she graduates college and|marries the first guy she meets.

And now to get saddled with a baby|even before her career takes off.

Why must I always be the only|feminist in this family?

You know, I just|realized something.

I'm four-foot-six.|I don't shave.

I don't have a job,|and I'm gonna be an uncle.

Is there somethin'|weird about that?

Finally, someone|who thinks like I do.

Oh, yeah,|a 12 year old.

Hello? Oh. Sally!

Oh, Sally, hi. I have|the best news. Guess what.

This is so exciting.

I'm gonna be a grandmother.

- Poor Nina. The woman was|obviously living in denial.|- Yeah. I know.

- I, for one, wasn't ready|to be a grandfather.|- I know. Yeah.

What was so grand|about it anyway?

George? Oh, he's thrilled.

- Grandfathers wore|cardigans and hearing aids.|- In fact, um, I was just|telling him that...

-I wore baseball caps and running shoes.|-the same doctor who delivered Annie--

Sure I may have been a little|out of shape, but I was still young.

And I could prove it.

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah! Come on. Come on.|Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Whoa.|- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

You better|take it easy there, Pops.

Oh! Ow!

Oh, hang on a second.

- You got the list?|- I got it right here. Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Shoot.|- Okay.

- The following men are older than you:|- Go.

- Paul McCartney;|- Yeah.|- Rod Stewart;|- Yeah.

- Jack Nicholson.|- Jack Nicholson?

Oh, by eight years.|You're much younger than Jack Nicholson.

Well, you can't get any cooler than Jack|Nicholson. That's a good one. Go on.

- Okay. Mick Jagger;|- Yeah.|- Robert Redford.|- Really?

-Mm-hmm. Bob Dylan; Warren|Beatty; and Bill Clinton.|-Really?

- But only by 31 days.|- Hey, younger is younger.

- Oh, when the saints|- Hi. Here's what I'm thinkin'.

- Go marchin' in|- I wanna look younger.

- You know, I think maybe|something, you know, in here.|- Oh, when the

- Saints go marchin' in|- Like the hair, it's really too square.

- I'm just kind of-- you know.|- I want to be

- A little stickied up,|you know. Kinda hip!|- In their number

- Easy.|- When the saints go marchin' in

Oh, when the sun|refuse to shine

Oh, when the sun|refuse to shine

I still wants to be|in their number

- When the sun refuse to shine|- Young, right?|- Oh, totally.

- It's bitchin'.|- Oh, when the saints

- Go marchin' in|- Bitchin'.

Oh, when the saints|go marchin' in

I'm going to sing|as loud as thunder

Oh, when the saints|go marchin' in

Hi.

Hi.

Well, hi.

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days

Are over

And life is like a song

Oh, yeah, yeah

At last

- The skies above are blue|- Oh! George. George!

- George, what are you doing?|- What are you doing?

- Oh! Oh, George.|- Hey, what do you think?|Can you tell the difference?

Can I tell the difference? What|did you do? ls it-- Is it permanent?

It is if you want it to be. The new,|permanent, young and improved...

- and stronger, I might add,|George Stanley Banks.|- I

- I love you|- I look like the guy|you married, right?

- Kind of.|- Hey, don't kid yourself.

It makes you look|younger too, you know?

- Hey, where's Matty?|- Matty's eating at Cameron's.

Huh. All alone. Hmm.

Just you and me|at the old house.

- May I ask you what|possessed you to do this?|- To call my own

- I found a thrill|- Just wanna look the way|I feel, that's all.

- Oh. What?|- Ava loved it.

- Who's Ava?|- Oh, just the girl|who did it, that's all.

She said it took years|off my face.

You know, Nina,|you're very beautiful.

- Oh. George.|- You are so very beautiful.

- Really?|- Yeah.

Thank you, honey. Oh!

- My. What's in the bag?|- Oh!

I got you something totally great.|I found it at Victoria's Secret.

- Oh, God, George.|- I opened a charge|for you there, by the way.

Huh? What-- What are you--|Are you crazy, honey?

-I'm not-- I'm not wearing that.|I am a grandmother, okay? I--|-You're-- You're--

- You're not my grandmother, are you?|- No.

- For you are mine|- Well, George, what's|gotten into you, honey?

Hey, can't a man make love|to his wife without something|having gotten into him?

Well, what do you mean,|make love?

What do you think I mean?|Hmm?

My, my, my. This is|a new and improved George Banks.

Hey, hey, hey. Didn't we just pay|900 bucks to have this roof fixed?

I swear to God, this house|is starting to fall apart.

First, the heating went, then the gas|thing broke and the plumbing froze.

I don't know, sometimes I, I|think I would just like to wash|my hands of this whole thing.

George, what is it?|What-- What are you thinking?

- I have a brilliant,|beyond-brilliant idea.|- Uh, yeah?

- I say we sell this dump.|- Right.

- I'm serious.|- George, what? Are you crazy?

Honey, last year you said|you wanted to be buried in the backyard.

Now you're telling me|you wanna sell the place?

Nina, listen. Matty's|in school every day 'til 6:00.

You're at work. I'm at work.|You know, let's get rid of it.

Let's not be so by-the-book,|you know. Let's-- Let's be|adventurous. Let's loosen up.

I don't know. I mean,|if we sold the place, then|we won't have room for the baby.

What ''we,'' kemo sabe?|It's not our baby. lt doesn't|need its own room in our house.

- Well, what about Matty?|- Oh, like Matty wouldn't|love living at the beach?

The-- Oh! The beach?|Mr. Sunscreen?

Please, George. I mean,|now you wanna live at the beach?

Hey, you're the one who always|said that one day before you're|old you wanna live by the ocean.

- I know, but--|- I'm telling you,|this, this leak is an omen.

You know, we could sell|this place in a second.

I mean, it's the Leave It To Beaver|house that everybody wants.

You know, we'd have enough money to buy|a condo. You know, we could get a boat.

We could travel. And I could get|that Harley I always wanted.

Harley? Honey. Oh, George. This|has been a very big day for you.

First your hair,|and then this, uh, thing.

I just-- I think we should|think about things, okay?

Okay. But will you|think about it, really?

- Well, will you wash that stuff|out of your hair, really?|- Yeah.

Okay, I'll make ya a deal.

- Okay?|- Mm-hmm.

If one more thing goes wrong with|this house, we'll put it up for sale.

You have my word on it.

As luck would have it, termites|attacked two weeks later.

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