Father of the Bride Part II Page #4

That's not|what I was thinking.

How many times do you think|we've played out here?

About a thousand.

- I remember our very first game.|- Me too.

- I remember you were four.|- Here you go. Here you go.

You had a red ribbon|tied in your hair.

Dad!

Look, Dad,|I can dribble. Watch.

That's my girl.|That's my girl.

Hey.

Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, uh, hi.

- You got the key, George?|- Yeah, I-- Uh, I have it right here.

Uh. I got it.|I know I have it.

Oh, uh, Mr. Habib,|this is my daughter Annie.

Uh, she had her wedding here|at this house.

Ah, yes. The key?

Oh, yeah. I got it.|Somewhere.

Did I give that to you?|Ah, okay. Oh, sorry.

So, well, here you are.|And, uh, here you go.

- She's all yours.|- Good luck, Banks.

Uh, you too.

Well.

- Ah, what perfect timing. We were|just about to depart ourselves.|- Hi, Nina.

- Are you-- Are you in a hurry?|- Oh, not at all. No.|We have plenty of time.

- Oh, thanks so much.|- Welcome. Come on in.

- Oh, it's our pleasure.|- Welcome. Welcome.|Make yourselves at home.

- Come in, please.|- Are you sure?|- Where's Matty?

- Oh, he's sleeping at a friend's.|- I'll tell you what. The dog food's...

- all in the refrigerator and marked.|- That's nice.

- Uh, uh, you remember|the dogs, of course?|- Yeah. Yeah.

- Fortunately, they forgot you.|- Oh.

Come here, you angels.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

- See, George? They're|completely harmless.|- Mm-hmm.

Get ahold of yourself. Now, listen,|I want you to pay attention...

to your Uncle George and|your Aunt Nina now, all right?

Bye, fellows.

Oh, all right.|One more kiss, you maniac.

- John!|- Wow.|- All right.

- We're off.|- Well, good-bye.|- Oh! Oh.

- Oh, well.|- That's what the limo was for.

- Help yourself to anything|you see. We'll call you.|- Got the tickets, honey?

- They're all yours.|- Thanks.|- Okay, bye-bye.

- Enjoy.|- Thanks so much.|- I've got everything, sweetheart.

And when you get through with|that limo, send it back for us.

Oh. Oh, George.

Honey, do something.|They look sad.

Hey, guys.|Don't worry about a thing.

- Uncle George is here--|- Oh, George.

All right. Now, just take it easy, guys.|He's not gonna hurt you.

- Cute. Cute.|- Well, as it turned out,|the dogs did remember me.

Hey, puppy, puppy, puppy.

It was going to be a long night.|Just the four of us|in the old MacKenzie mansion.

Hey, listen to this. Luxury|beach condo. Marina views.

Stroll along winding streams|past lush landscaped gardens.

Honey, are you sure you didn't|pack the Pepto-Bismol?

Why? You still feel sick?

I can't seem to shake this thing.|I just don't feel right.

You just need a good night's sleep.|That's all. Tomorrow--

- Oh.|- Tell 'em to get off.

Okay, come on, guys.|Get off. Let's go. Off.

Come on. Off.|Come-- Oh, forget it.

I gotta-- I gotta lay down.|Just come on. Let's move over.

That's a good dog. Oh!

What am I supposed to do?|Sleep standing up?

I don't know, honey.|Just push 'em off.

All right, boys. Hey, come on, come on.|Now, now, fun's over. Let's go.

Come on. Get off the bed.|Off the bed. Now, come on.

Come on. I-I don't|wanna have to get tough.

So just come on. Let's go!|I mean it. Amscray!

Off the bed! Come on! Off!

- Oh.|- Get your filthy paw|off my wife, you good--

Oh, forget about it. It's their house.|Let 'em have the bed.

I'll-- I'll go stay in one|of the other seven bedrooms.

Oh, but, honey, I don't|wanna be left alone in this|big room. I don't feel good.

Fine. I-I'll sleep|on the floor. Huh?

Thanks.

Oh, I know. I have an idea.|What if after they fall asleep,|you just lift them off?

Oh, yeah, of course. I'll just|lift 'em off. What are you, nuts?

- Could you hand me a pillow?|- Yep.

Oh, I'm so naive.

Oh, I know|what's wrong with me.

What? What's|wrong with you?

It's so obvious. I don't know|why I didn't realize it before.

Honey, I'm going|through menopause.

Oh, Nina. You can't be going|through menopause. My mother|went through menopause.

Well, exactly,|and probably at my age.

George, I have|all the symptoms.

I'm late. I'm weepy all|the time. I'm hot and dizzy.

- Don't be silly. We're still so--|- But, George, honey, we're not.

We're not as young|as you think we are.

Just because we're getting|older, it doesn't mean that|we're old. This is the '90s.

Growing old isn't what|it used to be. Well, it's true.

Women my age are doing Geritol ads|and Fixodent commercials.

- Nina.|- They are.

And guess who I saw on|the cover of Longevity magazine.

- Guess.|- Barbara Bush.

Peggy Lipton.

From The Mod Squad?

This is reality, George.|Do me a favor, will ya, honey?

Stop acting like|this isn't happening.

- Oh, do I have to?|- Yes! Yes.

George. George. You haven't been|the same since the day you|found out Annie was pregnant.

Now, I know you, and I know it takes you|a long time to work these things out.

- But I miss the old George.|- Must you use that word?

All right. I miss the adorable|George Banks I used to be married to.

Honey, you got me worried. I don't know.|You dyed your hair. You sold our house.

- What's next, a 19-year-old girlfriend?|- Nina!

Well, men do those kinds|of things, George.

They don't wanna grow old with their|wives, so they get-- I don't know.

New wives. Young wives.|Just--

- Nina.|- What, honey?

- What?|- I may dye my hair, and I may|wanna move to the beach and...

- Yeah?|- I may hate the idea that|I'm gonna be a grandfather,

but never for one millisecond|of one day...

did I ever not wanna spend|the rest of my life with you.

- Really?|- Really.|- Really?

And I'm sorry|I've been such a jerk.

- Oh, that's okay. I'm used to it.|- Yeah.

- Good night.|- Good night.

The doctor didn't give you|any indication of why|he wanted me to come with you?

-No.|-But he didn't say there was|anything to be concerned about?

No. I mean, I assume this is|absolutely routine. I don't know, honey.

I've never been through|menopause before, you know.

He probably just wants to tell us|what to expect un-- well, unless--

- Unless what? What? Unless what? What?|- Well, unless...

something showed up on my|blood test that was too horrible|to tell me over the phone,

and he wanted you here for|support in case I flipped out.

- You know, and he just, like--|- Nina, well, what did|the man say exact--

- Well--|- What were his words?|- Just that...

he thought it would be wise for us|to come in together as soon as possible.

That's all.|Okay, here we are, honey.

I'm sure I'm gonna be fine.|I hope.

I'd never seen Nina|so unglued.

I wasn't used to being|the calm one.

I didn't know what the doctor|was about to tell us.

But nothing, absolutely nothing,|could've prepared me for what|I was about to hear.

- It's gonna be all right.|- I know.

Nina, George.

- Well, we ran a panel on Nina's blood.|- Nina.

- What?|- Whatever it is, I just want|you to know I'm here for you.

- And you can count on me.|- Okay.

We're gonna get|through this together.

- Okay?|- Okay.

So, uh, tell us. Uh, what is it?|We can handle it.

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