Father of the Bride Part II Page #6

- Mom, you're pregnant?|- Well, honey.

It's not something we planned. Sometimes|these things, they just happen.

Who knew? You know,|it was a rainy afternoon.

And, uh, your mom and I were|all alone in the house.

Then, uh, one thing leads to another.|And then the next thing you know, hey.

- Daddy!|- At that moment, I wanted to|crawl under the sofa and die.

You old son of a gun.

''Son of a gun''?|I wish I had a gun.

If it wasn't for this kid|coming into our lives, none of|this would ever have happened.

- It's okay.|- Gee, I don't know what to say.

- That's okay.|- I just never thought we'd both|be pregnant at the same time.

- Yeah, well.|- I'm not crying because I'm|sad, really, because I'm not.

- No. What's-- Well--|- I gotta get a Kleenex.

Annie? Oh.|Annie, don't-- Don't cry, honey.

She's been kind of|emotional lately.

So, our kids will be what?|Not brother and sister. That's wrong.

Oh, no, no, no, no.|Their kid will be your brother|or sister and our kid's cousin?

No, your kid's|uncle or aunt.

Yeah, but our kid will probably|be more comfortable calling us|Grandma and Grandpa...

just like your kid, you know, at|least in front of his friends.

You know, 'cause let's face it.|We're gonna be in our fifties|when he's in preschool.

In our sixties,|when he graduates college.

But, you know, that'll be great|to see another kid in cap and gown,

you know, if we can|still see by then.

Now, at least going to the movies,|that'll be economical.

''One child, two seniors.|Thanks.''

Kid's gonna love spending|his adolescence in a retirement home.

At least he won't have to worry|about us hearing him come in late.

That's right, honey, because|we won't be able to hear, right?

Exactly.

You're so hilarious, George. You're so|hilarious. You're so sensitive.

And I really appreciate you|asking me how I feel about|all this, especially since...

I'm the one who's going|to be having the baby.

You're right.

How do you feel about it?

I know how old I am, George. I've|already been the mother of the bride.

But here I am at the age I am,|and I'm pregnant.

And, you know, I don't|think that qualifies me for|the Guinness Book Of Records, George.

So in answer to your question,|I'm very happy!

I'm happy and|I'm feeling nervous...

and I'm just|very much alone.

Well, anyway,|good-bye, sweetie.

I've gotta go. Yeah.|And thank you so much, Bryan.

Thank you. Thank you.

Do me a favor.|Don't follow me, Banks! No!

I went after her,|but it didn't do much good.

I called her, but she refused|to pick up the phone.

Calling me ''Banks''|was never a good sign.

Fortunately, my daughter was kind enough|to put her old man up for the night.

But I couldn't sleep.

I was worried I wouldn't|have what it takes,

that I wouldn't be the same|for the next one.

- Okay? I miss you.|- Yes.|- Okay.

Okay, gimme a kiss.|Gimme a kiss. I love you.

Bye, Daddy. I love you.

Go up and see Mommy.

I love you, Daddy.

Sorry, Maple Drive's closed.|You'll have to use the detour.

- My house!|- Bye-bye, house.

Bring it back!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!|Stop!

Stop! Stop that ball!|Stop it! Stop that!

Hey, stop! Stop. Stop!

- Stop! Stop, stop!|- Stop!

- Stop! Stop! Stop.|- Hold, please!

- Hang on, guys!|- You have a problem, George?

Mr. Habib, you didn't tell me|you were gonna tear down the house.

- You didn't ask.|- I didn't ask because it just|never entered my mind.

But since you obviously don't want|the house, I have the perfect solution.

Sell the house back to me! I still have|your check here in my wallet.

- I never even cashed it.|- I don't think so, George.

See, I demolish house, build two in|its place. This a great piece of land.

Mr. Habib, this is not|''a piece of land.''

This is my home,|and I'm gonna be a father again...

and I don't want to bring|my baby home from the hospital|to a condo on the beach.

I wanna drive|down that street,

and I wanna pull|into this driveway,

and I wanna honk my horn--

Yes, yes, okay. I know.

Mr. Habib, please.

You see this pathway?

I laid these bricks|with my own two hands.

I planted this grass.

I-- I built this fence.

I broke that window|with a frisbee!

I painted these shutters.

Don't bulldoze|my memories, man.

I'm begging you.|Sell me back my home.

Boy. For how much?

You wanna make a profit|on something you owned for one day?

Yes!

Fine.

Will $5,000|do the trick?

George, just another day ago,

I turned down profit|of 50,000 on lot.

Now, you want to double that,|I consider selling back.

You want me to take out|a loan on something I owned free|and clear just 24 hours ago?

Well, that is up to you, George.

Your path, your fence,|your memories.

You don't know what you're asking, sir.|I am the cheapest man alive.

Then move aside, George,|'cause I going to level the place.

We go to work!|Come, come! Go, go!

- Commence to start!|- Commence to start!

- All right!|- Stop! Stop!|- Stop!

You win.|One hundred thousand dollars.

Very close shave, George. Yes, make out,|please, to the Habib Group.

- Habib Group.|- Inc.

- Inc.|- Very good.

- Welcome home, George.|- It feels good to be back.

Well, I happy I could help.

Mr. Habib,|just one last question.

Would you mind getting|your wrecking ball off my lawn?

Oh, sure. Anything you say, George.|You're the boss.

- We go. Move out!|- That's right! I'm the boss!

So all you guys,|get a move on!

- Get that dump truck out of here!|- Right away!

- And quit standing on my shutters!|- Sorry.

And all of you guys, just pack up|your stuff and hit the road!

And don't trample the pansies.

I laid those bricks,|I planted those pansies,

I painted those shutters,|I broke that window!

I'm home.

I'm home!

First thing I did|was apologize to Nina.

That is not funny, George.|I'm not gonna listen to you.

Then I told her I bought|the new baby a present.

- That did it. Twenty-four hours|later, we moved back home.|- George!

Before we knew it,|it was spring.

- Here you go.|- Everything was in full bloom,

including the women|in my life.

Hello? Oh, hi, honey.

- Baby's been kicking a lot.|- Annie and Nina were|in their second trimesters.

- There was no denying it now.|- Yeah, I know we can't sing.

The stork was not only on his way,|he was circling the neighborhood.

Still trying|to redeem myself,

I did the unthinkable.

I hired Franck to surprise the girls|with a double baby shower.

- It's a baby shower! Oh!|- Hello, ladies.

What dreams are made of!|Look what I have for you!

- It was picture perfect,|- Oh, my!

topped off by two surprise|guests flown in for the occasion|all the way from Vienna.

- It's a stork!|- Oh, my God.

- After the shower,|- Thank you.

Nina was showing a few of her friends|the new baby's room...

and Franck started giving|decorating tips.

But this is what I suggest.

Firstly, if it were me,|you know,

what I would do is I'd|push those windows out and let|sweet San Marino light fill in.

Therefore, the third trimester|in the Banks family began...

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