Four Sisters and a Wedding Page #9

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- Movie.

- One word.

- Everyone.

- Ah! All of us?!

- I know! Jesus Christ Superstar!

Three syllables.

Then, Jesus Christ!

That's three syllables.

- Be serious!

- Trying to be a smart ass...

- Titanic!

- All right!

- Song.

- They're good.

How can that mean song?

English!

She Bangs!

We're so good!

Two words.

- Food. Food.

- Food. Food.

What food?

Sounds like.

- Bobbie!

- Bobbie!

Bitter gourd?

Bitter gourd juice?

How does that sound like Bobbie?!

Alex!

Peanut bitter!

Bitter Pan!

What?

Stuck in the past! Arrogant!

Unforgiving! Cold-hearted b*tch!

None!

What the heck?

Loser.

Barbecue.

- Matador!

- A song, song song.

English song.

- Great.

- Great. Great.

Pretender.

- Oh! You mean great pretender!

- Yes!

Yes! Very good. Very good.

Next.

Movie.

- Alex?

- Anaconda?

- No.

- Oh. I thought it you meant a snake.

When Harry Met Slutty?

I think they're fighting.

Oh, sorry. I meant Sally.

My God, Bobbie!

Four words.

- Filipino?

- Lovesick crazy woman!

...Two ...One!

What is it?

Sisa Will Soon Be A Star.

The movie she worked on!

Oh. So stupid.

Movie?

Very good. Very good. Very good.

- English movie.

- Yes. Yes.

Liar, Liar!

Looks like they have an inside joke

about you.

Dumb and Dumber!

Moron 5!

Maid? Maid!

- Maid in Spain.

- Of course.

Ah! Maid in Manhattan!

Yes!

- All maids!

- Maid! Maid! Maid!

Maid in Manhattan!

What's so funny, Jeanette?

- Come on, Mom. Let's continue playing.

- No, CJ!

Somethings off.

They've been making fun

of Teddie all night.

Why are you making fun of my daughter?

- Grace, we bear no ill will.

- No.

You're making my kid

the butt of your jokes.

Why are you subjecting

my daughter to such ridicule?!

Because she is so ridiculous!

- My daughter is ridiculous?!

- Yes!

You're the ridiculous one!

With your phony Russian accent,

botoxed face and your plastic b*obs!

Grace!

You are in my house.

You have no right to insult or make fun

of any of my children!

Get out!

Mama.

- Just leave.

- The exit is that way.

It would be my pleasure!

But before I go,

I just want to make one thing clear.

These are perfectly real and not fake!

Unlike your daughter!

- My daughter is not fake!

- Mom.

Well, not according to my investigation.

- Why are you investigating my daughter?

- Ask the maid in Spain!

Let's go, Pedring!

Take the gowns with you!

Princess! Let's go!

Teodora...

Is there something I should know?

What?!

Teddie, tell her.

It's about time.

You know what this is about?

We've known since last year.

Last year?

When Bobbie was supposed to go

to Madrid for her birthday vacation.

You didn't want me to go, remember?

You said you had a teacher's

conference in Paris?

I still went to Madrid.

I saw you in a bar.

But I stayed away because...

I know you'd be ashamed.

I didn't want to tell anyone else

if you weren't ready to do so.

What?

- What do you know that I don't?

- Alex, just be quiet.

Quiet? Teddie is my sister too.

It's my sister you're pressuring right now.

- Alexandra!

- We're not pressuring her.

So what is it?

Teddie...

Roberta!

- Why me, Mom?

- Please! Roberta!

Mom, it would be better

if it came from her.

Teddie, we're your family.

If anyone should know

who you really are...

the true you, it should be us.

How long are you going

to keep up the lie?

Do you think

this is easy for me, Bobbie?

Then tell us, so you can breathe easier.

Fine! I'll admit it!

Mom...

Mom, I'm sorry!

Sorry, Mom.

When the recession hit Spain...

I was one of the teachers who got laid off

because they said I wasn't good enough.

And I also didn't

get a master's degree...

because I wasn't given

a scholarship grant.

Ever since I was fired

from the school...

I took on multiple jobs to earn money

so that I can send you some.

I served as a waitress

in the bar Bobbie mentioned.

I also took a job as a maid.

That's where I met Frodo.

The truth is, I borrowed money

from him to pay for the trip home.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry.

Sorry, Mom.

Did you honestly think that I wouldn't understand you?

It's not like that, Mom.

I know whatever happens

you'd still love me.

But I'm the one with the problem.

I'm the one who couldn't accept my fate.

I haven't achieved anything you wanted for me, Mom.

I'm the least successful out of everyone.

And whatever I do,

I can never be as good as Bobbie.

Me?

Yes, Bobbie! You!

Whatever you put your mind into,

you're always the best at it!

But for me, no matter how hard I try,

I could never get to your level.

You were always better than us,

weren't you?

You were the smartest one.

The prettiest one.

I was always you!

You're my sister, Bobbie, and I love you

but I've always been jealous of you.

I can't help it, Bobbie.

Why do you sound mad?

Did I do something wrong?

I'm actually the odd one

out feeling jealous of all of you.

Because you all have something I don't.

I wish I had your maternal instinct.

I wish I had your charm and innocence.

I wish I was as adventurous as Alex.

I wish I had your sense of humor

because I think you're so funny.

Mama does too.

I guess that's why all her attention

is with you.

- Are you saying that I'm unfair?

- No, Mom.

I'm saying you have your favorites.

Th at's not true.

Mom, remember when

I was in grade school...

and I graduated as the Valedictorian

and got so many medals?

And then Teddie got one?

You chose to praise her.

And do you remember

when I went home real hungry.

You got mad at me for eating

the food you saved just for Teddie.

And one time you bought pairs of pants

from the mall...

and you said I should wait for Teddie

to pick out hers first.

She's the eldest

so she got to pick first.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know you felt that way.

Mom, it's okay.

It's okay. I understand.

I've accepted it...

that Teddie and CJ get

special treatment from you.

They are your favorites.

And Papa's favorites

were Alex and Gabbie.

An d th at's okay.

That's okay.

Because the fact that you raised me

was enough.

You fed me.

You gave me an education.

And clothed me. You loved me.

You and Papa.

And that's good enough for me.

Because growing up...

...Alex was th ere.

I was h er favorite.

Before.

Now, ever since I came home...

all I heard from everyone

was that I was a smart ass...

that I was a bad person.

Thai Pm such a b*tch for being

too harsh with my words.

I'm sorry if you feel that way.

I'm cold... I'm sorry.

- Bobbie, that's not true.

- CJ, it's okay.

Maybe that's what I really am.

Because I chose to be that way.

I had to be.

Especially when I went to New York.

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