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Father of the Bride Part II Page #7
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- 1995
- 106 min
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with a remodel of what we|now affectionately called|''the baby's suite.''
I'll admit we got a little carried away,|and it wasn't even all Franck's fault,
although God knows|I tried to blame him.
- Hey! Hey!|- No, no, no, no!
Nina and Annie were doing great,|right on schedule...
and weighing in at 128|and 132 pounds respectively.
Ohh! Oh.
We had everything you'd expect|when you're expecting:
leg cramps, backaches|and cravings.
And the women were worse.
What we didn't expect|one sleepy night...
was an unexpected visitor.
- Oh, hi, Dad.|- You okay?
I'm fine.
Bryan and I got in a fight.
And I got angry and got in my car.|I didn't know where to go.
- Did I wake Mom?|- No, no, no. She's asleep.
So, do you wanna, you know--
Yeah, sure, I can talk about it.|It's not, you know-- It's fine.
- 'Ca-- If you don't wanna, it's okay,|'cause I could just make up the sofa.|- No, no, that's-- it's okay.
Thanks.
- Pretzel?|- No, thanks.
All right.|Here's what happened.
When I was leaving work today,|my boss calls me in, tells me|what a great job I'm doing...
and says I have as much promise|as anyone she's hired|since she's been at the firm.
Then she said the great part. She said|that she's been asked to select...
one person from my level|to be part of a design team...
that's gonna design the new|Boston Museum of Contemporary|Art, and she picked me.
- That's fantastic.|- I know. I was completely thrilled.
Plus, to live in Boston.|I love Boston.
- You have to, uh--|- Move to Boston. Yeah.
I need to be there right after|the baby's born, by October.
- Uh-huh.|- I knew when they hired me...
that this was a possibility|one day, and Bryan knew it too.
But now, well-- I rush home|to tell him the news, and as soon as|I say the word ''Boston,'' his face drops.
I mean, this is the kind of opportunity|everybody dreams about, and we're|talking Massachusetts here, not Mars.
Well, he said that he understood|that career-wise it was great for me,
but with the baby coming,|he figured I wouldn't wanna go.
- Which is--|- Ridiculous.|- Right.
It's like under that mellow,|'90s Gap ad exterior of his...
beats the heart of a 1950s|husband that just expects me to|take a backseat to his career.
- You said that to him?|- Of course.
To which he said I was nuts,|and that all he meant was that|with us having a new baby,
it just seemed like a crazy time|to move to sub-zero weather|and a city full of strangers,
and that I should think|of you guys...
and of his parents, and how moving so|far away would be so hard on everyone.
Anyway, I knew if anybody would|understand how I felt, it would be you.
You were the one that always told me|to go for my dreams, never to settle.
Dad, tell me.|Am I being unreasonable to want to go?
Because if you think I am,|I won't go. I won't.
Ann, you have to go.|This is not the Dark Ages.
We'll still see each other all the time.|You'll just be an airplane ride away.
That's exactly|what I said.
And wasn't Bryan the one|who said you were a gifted architect...
- and he'd move anywhere you got a job?|- Yes.
And wouldn't you move for him if he|was the one being offered the promotion?
In a minute.
Oh, gosh, that must be him.
- Hi.|- Hi.
Hi, Dad.
Um, Annie, I-I realize|that-- that--
Did you tell your dad?
Sorry, George.|I didn't mean to be so lame.
Hey, you guys go ahead.|It's not up to me.
Okay. Annie, I realized|after you left that, uh,
if the same thing happened to me,|you'd come with me anytime, anywhere.
- I would.|- So I wanna do the same for you.
- God, honey, I am so sorry l--|- Oh.
I just don't want you|to ever resent me for this.
Hey, I can work out of Boston|just as easy as I can work out of L.A.
And I don't want you|to ever resent me, ever.
- Okay. So then we're goin'.|- Okay.
The baby has hiccups.
- Oh, yeah.|- Did you feel that?|- Yes.
Boston.
As I watched the kids pull|out of the driveway, I got an|all-too-familiar pain in my gut.
The one I always got when I did|something for one of the kids|that fell under the heading of,
''I did it for their own good.''
And then I thought|about baby number three...
and 25 more years|of moments like this.
And suddenly,|I was tired.
I'll be able to do it again.|I'm sure I can.
All right. lf it swishes,|no problem.
Father of the Year.
Not swishes!|Just goes in! Well.
- Oh, it's frying!|- Well, we made it to July.
The Farmer's Almanac said|it was the hottest month L.A.|had seen in over half a century.
- Did you see it?|- Nina was four weeks from her due date,
- and Annie was two days past hers.|- Howard! Howard!
Franck and his crew were working|around the clock to have|the baby's room ready by D day.
Life was hectic,
- especially once Annie moved in.|- I better go.
Bryan was called to an emergency|meeting in Japan, and since|Annie's doctor assured us...
that the baby was at least|another week away,
-Bryan took the red-eye to Tokyo|and left Annie in our care.|-Bye.
So there I was, living with|two extremely pregnant women...
- during the worst heat wave|of the century.|- Okay. Okay.
Annie and Nina dealt with|the heat by adding extra|air conditioners to the house,
turning our home into|the only igloo in San Marino.
- How we doing, girls?|- Good.|- Dad, would you mind...
- adjusting the pillow behind my back?|- Sure, sure.
- Yeah. George. George.|- Oh, thank you.
Prop that pillow up|under my foot, would you please?
- Here we go. Here we go.|- Thank you, honey.|- Lemonade?
Thank you, yes.|Oh, and George,
- would you please scratch|my left ankle?|- Mm-hmm.
My mission was to keep them|calm and comfortable.
I tied their shoes, massaged their|backs, painted their toenails...
and went to every imaginable|take-out restaurant in the city.
Oh! Oh! Oh!|Gotta go get dinner.
- Matty, hold down|the fort while I'm gone.|- Okay, Dad.
George! Turn the air conditioning up|on your way out. It's stifling in here.
Oh, boy.
Uh, now, you all have|my beeper number just in case.
- Shut the door!|- Shut the door!
Here we go. Here we go.|Dinnertime. Dinnertime. All right.
- Thai noodles with chicken,|white meat only.|- That's me.
- Oh, yeah, Annie.|- And let's see.
- Uh, Taco Grande.|- Mm, honey. Yes.|- Extra rice, no beans.
- Ooh. Mmm. Thank you, honey.|- All right. Uh, lox, bagels|and cream cheese.
Thanks, Dad.
All right now.|Where's Dad's? Where's Dad's?
As the days rolled by|and nothing happened,
the tension mounted.
I found myself watching Annie|as if she were a time bomb.
- Ouch!|- What?|- What?
Ouch. O-U-C-H.
- Oh!|- Hey, good word.|- Honey.
- Ohh.|- That's 20 points.
Every night we laid out our clothes|so we could grab them in a hurry.
We were like firefighters ready|to jump at the first alarm.
Okay. Okay.
I'm hot!
- Good night.|- Good night.
It's about that time.
- George!|- All right, everybody stay calm!|- Okay. Okay.
Now, I've mapped out the|various routes to the hospital.|We can, uh-- Oh, it's just, uh--
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