Forces of Nature Page #3

What do you do?

I haven't settled down|to one particular thing yet.

Worked at galleries, sold cars,|tried out tor "Aladdin On Ice. "

Um, wedding videographer.

I got fired, though, because|apparently nobody wants a crash zoom...

to the priest|during the ceremony.

I was a exotic dancer,|hostess at the New York auto show.

- That's a gift.|- Yeah.

Let's see. What else?

- Is there anything else?|- I don't think so.

- Kids, we should get goin'.|- You got it, Vic.

Two wayward travelers stuck|in a Geo with a guy named Vic.

Don't you think this is|just a little bit over the top?

Oh, so what it it is?

Knock, knock.

- Steve! How are you?|- I'm good, real good.

- Virginia, nice to see ya.|- Well, hi, Steve.

Bridget.

Yes. I mean, hi. Hi.

Steve? How are you?

- It's been a long time.|- Yeah.

You look wondertul.

Thank you.|So do you.

- So, how are you?|- How is he?

Just the most successful lawyer|in Savannah. That's how.

Youngest member at his tirm.|Handles all my work.

Which I appreciate, 'cause there's not a|contractor who gets sued more than your daddy.

And what's so tunny|about that, Hadley?

God, you are|an unpleasant woman.

Gale torce winds it the|hurricane stays on course for Savannah.

Anybody want some weed?

The experiment was a|complete failure. The U.F.O. landed-

It's sinsemilla.|It'Il take your head right off.

That's great, Vic. You think you should|have your head taken otf while driving?

- Can I have some?|- Atta girl.

You sure you|don't want, Ben?

No, that's okay. I had some peyote|for lunch, so I'm all set.

He's getting married. Don't forget.|He has to be responsible.

Not necessarily.|You know, look at the Fitzgeralds.

F. Scott and Zelda,|crazy, married couple.

They drove a-

Had to know about that.

- Whoa! Hey!|- Sorry. Sorry.

Oh, sh*t!

Uh, what's that?

- Do you hear that?|- What's what?

Hi, honey. How are the bridesmaids'|dresses comin' out?

Good. No, everything's tine.|I just got a little bit delayed.

Car trouble,|in a manner of speaking.

But I'm fine.|Everything's gonna be okay.

Yes, I know.|WelI, I love you too.

Well, hoo-hoochie,|I love you so much.

Baby, no, because I love you more.|I love you more-

Honey, I can't do this right now.

- I'm gonna miss my wedding.|- Oh, relax, Benjie.

It's a simple drug bust.|It's not like we killed anybody.

This may be an everyday event in your|life, but speaking as a non-felon-

I'm on a bit of|a time crunch here, too, okay?

If I don't make it down to Savannah by|Saturday morning, I lose 25,000 bucks.

Are you on Dig For Dollars? You told me you|were going to visit your brother and nephew.

Yeah, I know.

Okay, kids.|Here's the situation.

Vic DeFranco was driving|with an expired license.

Plus he's got three priors|tor possession and selling.

And there was ten ounces in the vehicle|that he admits is his.

Did anybody else know|there were drugs in the car?

- No, sir. In fact, I just met this man-|- You can't-

You can't ask us these questions|without an attorney present.

You haven't advised us|of our rights.

I believe that's called-

Oh- Ah!|A Miranda violation. That's it.

This is a|very simple procedure.

You tell me you didn't do anything illegal.|you sign a statement. And you go quietly.

Sir, I'd like to be considered|separate from her, sir.

- Hmm. What part of quiet didn't you understand?|- What are you doing?

Why me?

Well, I think that went well.

- I'm not that happy with how that went.|- No?

No, not really.

I haven't known you that long, but|I think something may be wrong with you.

- May we have two tickets|to Savannah, please?

You want these seats|together?

It's totally up to you.

- Just give me one second. Can I talk to you?|- Yeah.

I just, uh-|I don't want to be rude or anything,

but in situations like this,|I think about...

what I would want Bridget to do|it the situation were reversed.

I wouldn't necessarily be|that comtortable with her...

riding down on a train|together with some guy...

who she had a,|you know, kind ot a connection...

or a chemistry or spark,

whatever, some kind|of a thing like that.

You know, and-

The look on your tace|is telling me you have no-

You're not feeling|or you're not sensing-

- You have no idea what I'm-|- Oh, no, no, not really.

Fascinating. Okay.

Maybe we just shouldn't|ride down together,

because at this point I really|made kind of a chump out of myselt.

Okay.

- Have a nice nuptial.|- Thank you.

Other than the drug bust|and the plane crash, it was, uh, tun.

So long, Sarah.

- FarewelI, Ben.|- Okay.

'Oscar Wilde:
|One should always be in love.

This is the reason|one should never marry. "

Well, what did he know?

What you writing there,|mister?

My wedding vows actually.|My fiancee and I are writing our own.

Oh, that's sweet.|Isn't that sweet, Emma?

- It's sweet as pie.|- We didn't write our own vows.

It's kind ot a new thing.|It's nontraditionalist.

We were so nervous. It was hard enough|to do what the preacher told us.

I didn't really think about it at all. It|just seemed natural, the order ot things.

I had doubts. I'll be honest.

- You did? You never told me that.|- I don't tell you everything.

You better, you old geezer.

It seems like it worked out|pretty well tor both ot you.

Oh, we're not married.|We're having an atfair.

I'm happy for|the first time in 34 years.

- I don't believe this.|- I don't have any regrets.

My children are long gone,|and I gave my wite 30 taithtul years.

Until I met Ned,|I always was convinced...

that sex was some horrible obligation|God put on women...

like cramps or high heels.

For all those years,|she never experienced a genuine orgasm.

Wondertul.|Could you watch my stutf?

I'm gonna go pull|the emergency cord.

- Hi. How are you?|- Hi.

- Truck.|- What do you have?

A truck? Can I see?|Hey, hey, let me see your truck.

- Grab my nose. Oh!|- Grab nose.

What are you doin'?

What are you doin'?|Slap me five. Slap me five.

- Five!|- Slap me tive.

Something's wrong.|He should have called by now.

He can take care ot himselt.|He's a grown man, isn't he?

Daddy, what is it exactly|that you don't like about Ben,

besides the tact that he's from|New York and he voted tor Clinton?

- That's not enough?|- I voted for Clinton.

All the best presidents|sleep around.

Help.

Hello? Oh, hi, Steve.

Ooh.

Oh, nothing, just, uh, you know,|staving oft a nervous break down.

Oh, well, thank you,|but I can't.

No. No, no, it does.|It does sound like fun.

But quite trankly, a series ot|rabies shots sounds like tun...

compared to another evening|with these two.

Bridget, come watch the biography|of Newt with me. He's amazing!

He is not.|He's an imbecile.

- No, he's not. He's a damn genius.|- Well, then, you're an imbecile.

Maybe I can come by|for just a little while.

The train will be underway momentarily.

We apologize|for the inconvenience.

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