Father of the Bride Part II Page #8

What, uh, what time is it?|It's, uh-- All right, it's 11:36. 11:36.

All right.|So that would be 11:36.

Plan ''F,'' uh, route ''B.''

We can be there in 17 minutes.|Annie, don't worry.|We got everything under control.

What is this?|What am I wearing?

My blouse.

- Oh, honey!|- What? What happened?|- Oh, my God.

- Sorry. False alarm.|- Oh, sweetheart.|- Well, that doesn't--|- It's all right.

- Don't worry about it.|- That's okay.|- I'm sorry.|- That's not unusual.

- Are you okay?|- Don't worry about it.|- That can happen.

We'll be back|before you know it.

We got home just|as the sun came up.

The girls fell right|to sleep...

as I headed off to work.

Hello! It's fabric day.

- Hello, George.|- Hi.|- A pleasure to see you.

And oddly enough, knowing Franck was|at the house made me feel better,

although I have no idea|what he did there all day.

Do the baby workout|Make the babies gleeful

Oh, that's good.|That's good!

Little tin soldier|Happy tin soldier

Right. And now|with an attitude.

Hello! Who you?

Get away! I don't|like what you say! Now, leg up--

Uh-oh. Mom! Dad!

- I'll get it. What flavor?|- No flavor. This is it.

Good. I didn't even|get undressed this time.

Where's my chart?

- George, don't forget the suitcase!|- I won't!

Dad, keys!

You'd think I could tell the difference|between labor pains and indigestion.

- Yeah.|- I'm really sorry, Mom. Really.

- Mom?|- I understand, honey.

You know, I think-- Oh, boy,|I think I just gotta--

- I'm gonna lie down here|just for a sec.|- Oh, me too.

I'm gonna go catch|a few winks before I--

Dad, where've you been?|I'm late for camp!

- Camp. Camp.|- Come on!

At this point I hadn't|slept in 48 hours.

Have a good day|at work, George.

Yeah, Dad. Good night.

Ohh.

Hello! Pappala's home!|We got a surprise for you, George.

I'm sorry I can't stay,|George,

but I-- Whoops! I caught a cold|from your house.

Come on, George.|Hurry up. ''Quick-ah.''

I'm too tired|to ''kovick-ah.''

Okay, George, this is it.|The baby suite is finished.

Think of it, buddy.|After today, I'm out of your hair.

- Did we come in on budget?|- Close enough, George. Close enough.

- Now close those eyes.|- Oh, Franck, I'm not|gonna close my eyes.|- Don't ''oh, Franck'' me.

You never wants to have any fun.|Close those eyes.

- All right.|- Drumroll, if you please.

Okay, open up.

Welcome to babyland.

- It's beautiful.|- Thank you, sir.

I mean it.|It's perfect.

Oh, well, coming from you, George Banks,|that-- that means a lot.

A lot.

A whole lot.

And here's the bill.|Ju-Just don't go nuts, George.

Just-Just-Just try to remember, uh, what|you feel right at this minute, okay?

In fact, do me a favor.|Maybe you open it after I leave.

That will be better.

- George!|- He's up here and he loves it!

Oh, well, good!|Honey, dinner's ready.

- She cooked?|- She wants to give you a break.

She's been cooking up a storm all day|in that freezing kitchen.

What's the matter, George?|You look a little pooped.

Oh, I haven't slept in three days.|You know, I try to sleep at work,

but I keep thinking any minute|one of 'em's gonna go into labor|and I'll just end up--

Totally wired. Trust me.|I know the feeling.

And do you know how|I spell relief? V-A-T-S-N-I-K.

- V-A-T-S-N-I-K?|- Vatsnik.

The best sleeping pill in|the whole wide world. I swear by them.

Oh, no, no, no.|I don't take sleeping pills.

Oh, George, you need|your rest. You do.

What if they need you,|and you're walking into walls?

Believe me, I never take pills myself|neither. But sometimes, I need to rest.

So I take a half a Vatsnik,|close my eyes, and I wake up a new man,

refreshed and replenished|and ''roaring'' to go.

Just-- You know what?|Keep them. They're very mild.

- Mild?|- Oh, yeah. No, y-y-you'll|thank me. You'll see.

- George, Franck, dinner!|- On our way. ''Quick-ah.''

I'm so happy that you|like the room, George.

Sit next to me|at dinner, okay?

- Hi, Dad.|- Hey, Matty. How was camp?

- Good.|- Ann, how're you feelin'?

Great. Really energized.|Bryan's coming home tomorrow.

- Don't think we'll see|any action tonight?|- Don't think so, Dad.

- Hey, honey. How're you feelin'?|- Oh, good. Fine.

- Went to the doctor today.|- And?|- And right on schedule.

Three weeks.

Hmm. Well, here goes.

- Dad, what are you taking?|- Well, Dad hasn't been|sleeping so well lately,

so I thought I'd take|a couple of very mild sleeping pills.

Hmm.

Please pass the rolls.

Thanks.

Dad?

- What's he doing? What's going on?|- George? George?

I never saw anything like it.|He said, ''Pass the rolls.''

- By the time I passed them,|he was gone.|- George!

- Georgie, love, what is wrong?|- Oh, my God! George?|- George! George!

- He's not dead, Mom. He just|took two sleeping pills.|- George, baby.

- Are you all right?|- He took them both?|- You gave him sleeping pills?

He said he could not sleep, but|two Vatsnik is like, ''Good-bye,|George, see you next Thursday.''

- George! Oh, my! George!|- I didn't think he would|take them both, you know.

- Look at him! He's like--|- Truth is, I take half|a Vatsnik and I'm a goner.|- Honey!

- He took them both at once?|- Looked that way to me.

Well, at least he'll sleep,|you know. Matthew, help me|get him into the living room.

- Can I help in some way?|- No, no, no. We men can do it.

- On three we lift, Matthew.|- Okay.|- One, two, and we go.

- George?|- Oh!

Drop that boy on me.|Am I moving?

- Oh, yes, you're moving.|- Oh, that's good.|- Oh, dear. Oh, Franck.

- Going down.|- Oh, God, are you all right?|- Am I getting shorter?

- Oh, no.|- Help me, baby.|- Second strength.|- Okay. Okay.

Okay.

- Franck?|- Yeah?|- Is he breathing?

- Yes, breathing and drooling.|- Oh, honey. Oh, dear.

- There you go!|- Oh! Oh!|- Mom?

Oh, what are Vatsnik anyway? I've never|heard of it. Are they prescription?

Not yet. They're from my country.|They're not exactly legal.

But trust me,|there are no funny side effects.|I've been taking them for years.

Oh, yeah. Okay. He's going to be fine.|Don't you worry.

- Um, Mom?|- Well, if he's so fine,|why are you taking his pulse?

- Mom!|- Well, just to check it.|Pulse excellent. See? He's fine.

- He'll just sleep like|a little lamb. Okay.|- Oh, George.|- Nina!

- What?|- Mom, this is it.|I'm not kidding this time.

- Are you sure?|- Yes. I'm gonna have this baby tonight.

All right, Franck. Franck,|we need you to drive us to the hospital.

- No, no! No, no!|- I'm too big to get|behind the wheel, Franck.

Franck! Franck! Franck,|we need you. Could you drive us|to the hospital, Franck?

Huh? Okay. Thank you.

Yes, the hospital.|I'll drive you there.

- I'll take the suitcase.|- Okay, come on. Come on. Let's go.|- I'll be there in a moment.

- Hurry up. Hurry.|- Ladies, not to worry.|We have no problem.

- Good. Then hurry.|- Hey, Mom, can I drive?|- No.

George! Wake up!|Please, wake up!

You're gonna be|a grandpappala.

Oh, George, don't do this!|I am not a husband! I am not|a father! I'm not a 9-1-1 man!

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