Forces of Nature Page #6

- You're not taking the good doctor away trom us now.|- The good doctor?

So, maybe you guys|should just eat,

and I'Il just come back down|and meet you in say, you know-

- Fifteen minutes? Is that good?|- Great.

- Let me grab the stuft out ot my room.|- You got a- You got a room?

- Yeah, the honeymoon suite.|A little ba-da-bing.

That's right.|Rehearsing tor tomorrow night.

- What's tomorrow night?|- Hey, this kid's gettin' married.

Yeah.

That's- that's funny.|He's already married.

That's true,|you know,

but, uh, in my heart|I'm already there.

But we all have lives to lead, so let's move|on with that, and I'll see you guys in a bit.

Nice talking to ya, Joe.|Okay, guys.

You gotta have heart

Please, ma'am,|I need your signature, ma'am.

Signature? For what?

Look at this.|It says "'damaged. " Do you see?

- Can you read, young man? D-|A-M-A-G-E-D, damaged. - Damaged.

We're very proud ot Ben.

If he's late, believe you me,|he has a good reason.

What I don't understand is how,|in this day and age...

ot A.T.M.'s and cell phones|and the Internet...

and Voyager Two,

could it take two days-|two days-

to get from New York|to Savannah.

Oh, don't drink|out of the bottle, darling.

Thank you.

We are really|very proud ot him.

This is ridiculous.

I'll put an end to this|right now.

Pretending to be a doctor, listening to|my parents' advice on my personal lite.

Sarah? Sarah?

And where's my lousy|maid of honor? Where's Debbie?

Huh?|Can I not at least have that?

Who's supposed to be pouring me drinks while|I'm being stood up by the so-called groom?

Answer me that.|Thank you.

Honey, he'll be here.|It's all gonna work out.

It's true, Bridge.|Husband and wife, that is something.

It must be nice to see your parents|back together, though.

Yeah, talk about|a match made in hell.

What do you mean,|"back together?"

What do you mean|you're separated?

Oh, honey, baby,|sugar lump,

it means your tather|has an apartment he stays in...

- when you're not here.|- I'm never here.

I stay there a lot.

When were you|going to tell me?

Honey, we didn't want to|spoil your wedding.

This is your special time.|WelI, it would have been.

Okay.

Get me outta here.

Whoo!

- Look who's here. Hey, Ben.|- There's Ben.

I want to buy this man-

Whoo!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Get out there.

How can you|resist it?

You look like you should be writing to your|congressman to protest cuts in Medicare.

Really? That's exactly|the look I was going tor,

compliments ot|Sun Seeker Phyllis.

Listen, Sarah,|I just ran into, uh-

Shh. You can't do|two things at one time.

- Well, the plans that we sort ot-|- Okay.

You obviously didn't win your tiancee|over on the dance tloor either, did you?

How did you|and Bridget meet?

- Uh, at a party.|- And?

- It was a surprise party.|- Oh, what a beautitul story.

It must have been|a magical night.

No wonder you can't|write your vows.

No ottense, but I'm not sure I should be|taking romantic advice from you.

- You think?|- Failure's a fantastic teacher.

You could learn from my mistakes.|I could tell you...

everything I hated about my husbands and|my boytriends so you don't do the same.

- Should I get a pad?|- Get a scroll.

- A scroll?|- Aw, okay.

Never forget her birthday. Make|a really, really big deaI out of it.

Atter sex, hold her|for a little while.

- You know, talk to her like a human being.|- Ah.

Uh, oh, and do not|wear your socks to bed.

- Why?|- No socks to bed,

because you might not be|all that attractive to begin with.

No. Keep going.

Always, always side with her|in an argument with your mother.

Um, listen to her|like you mean it.

Supportiveness is|a really, really sexy turn-on.

- Never, ever hit.|- No.

No.|And, um,

- no matter what annoying habits she has,|- Mm-hmm.

just realize that she's dealing with a|huge mountain ot imperfections every day.

So you might just|want to let it go.

- That's it.|- That's it?

Yep.

- Hey, can I sit there?|- Hey.

- Hey- Aaah! Ohhh!|- Oh!

Uh, let's get some air.

- Why?|- I'm just- I'm hot.

Grilled prawns|or something?

One second.

- What's the matter with you?|- Hmm?

- What's the matter with you?|- Nothing's the matter with me. Do, uh-

- Do you know how to swim?|- Of course I know how to swim.

Aaah!

I'm tellin' you,|I saw him come out here.

That- That's him down there.|That's him.

- I don't see anything.|- There's a body at the bottom ot the pool.

No, I think that's|just a big drain.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, and P.S.- you're a moron.

Hello? Excuse me?|Hi. Hi.

- Do you know Ben Holmes?|- I'm sorry. Know who?

Ben Holmes. Is that Ben|at the bottom of the pool?

I don't know, but I could|go ask tor you.

It's not Ben, okay?|He's afraid of the water.

He goes to the beach in a suit and tie.|Come on, let's go.

I found it!|I got it, I got it.

- What?|- Goldarn contact lenses.

You oughta just stick with glasses.

Oh, hey, guys?|What's going on? What's happening?

- Hi.|- Hey, Alan.

This is Sarah.|Sarah, Alan.

- This is my best man at my wedding.|- Hey. How are you?

Debbie.|This is the maid of honor.

- Hi, Debbie.|- Hi.

So, how'd you two|hook up?

Uh, I wouldn't say|that we're hooked up, really.

I sort ot barely|know this person, but-

You were on the bus, right?|Yeah, we rode down on the bus together.

There's a whole group of folks.|Rode down together.

Okay, and the whole|pool thing?

She tell in the pool,|and uh,

didn't look like|she was a strong swimmer.

She was kind of|flailing around, so I-

There's no lifeguard on duty|if you see the sign there,

So I jumped in,|and you know, hauled her out.

Then, in the course ot that,|the contact lens tell out.

Here you go, miss. You oughta be caretul|with these, because they're-

Here you go.|It's your contact lens.

That's a great story.

Bridget's really lucky|to be marrying such a great swimmer.

Whoa! What happened here?

Well, perhaps after you dry off,|you'll come back in for another dance?

- You got it, Herman.|- Dr. Holmes, you don't mind...

if I dance with your wite,|do you?

Yeah. You don't mind,|do you sweetie?

- All right, all right. Well, I'll see you in there.|- Okay.

I'm pretty disappointed|in you, Ben.

You know, everybody's always|telling Bridget she's so lucky...

because you're such|a nice guy.

Debbie, I am a nice guy, all right?|This is not what you think.

Okay.|Whatever, Dr. Holmes.

Okay?

- Alan?|- Ben, you don't need to explain, okay?

Remember, I'm the guy|who begged you...

to sleep with more women|before you got married.

I am not sleeping|with her, man!

Okay?|There's nothing going on!

Why- Why won't you|listen to me?

- Maybe because I'm getting married tomorrow?|- All right, look, Ben.

It you're not gonna|take advantage ot a night...

that's gonna get you through many sad,|pathetic, lonely years, then-

My God.

I'll see you in the lobby|in five minutes.

I hate to remind you,|but we had a deal, remember?

You were supposed to be my husband if I|got you a ride. Do you remember that?

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