Jenny's Wedding Page #7

And... and then it was like,

the chicken and the egg.

I couldn't figure out

which came first.

Happiness or green grass.

So I started watering it.

And the more I started watering

it, the happier I felt.

And then it came back to life.

I don't blame you

for kicking Frankie out.

The guy's a bum.

But you know, grass is grass.

No, it's not.

You don't have dead grass.

Michael doesn't have dead grass.

- No.

- Happy people don't.

And I never saw it until Jenny

came over and she was so happy.

I saw the dead grass

for the first time.

I'll be right back.

I just have to change my order.

She wouldn't have dead grass

any more than you would, Dad.

She doesn't settle

for less either.

I don't know

where to seat anyone.

We're having twice

as many as we planned on having.

I know.

Does it really matter?

Isn't everyone just

gonna be moving around anyway?

Yeah.

It's my father's birthday today.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

They're throwing a party for him

at my parents' house.

- I'm gonna take a break, okay?

- Sure.

He should know.

I should tell him.

Michael should tell him.

He's the one doing it.

I don't want to put,

I don't want to...

What are you guys talking about?

Nothing.

Are you sure?

Yeah. No, I'll, uh,

I'll tell him.

Hey, listen, Dad...

uh, Jenny asked me

to walk her down the aisle.

And I said yes.

- What are you staring at?

- Nothing.

I saw Rose leave for

the wedding. She looked pretty.

That is not a real wedding.

Okay. I saw them leave

for the fake wedding.

No sign of Eddie.

Well, at least he's got

his head screwed on right.

Honey.

We were there the night

Jenny was born.

We'd always thought

that we'd be at her wedding.

What makes you think

two women getting dressed up

in wedding gowns and prancing

down some hotel aisle

is the same as getting married?

Jenny does.

What?

Jenny makes me think it.

What are you doing here?

I saw you drive up and uh...

door was unlocked so...

Look, um...

Maybe Ellen deserved it.

I mean, we both know

how she can get.

But you know, Rose said

some bad things to her and...

when something

really bothers me...

I'm like you.

You know, I... I dig in.

We've known each other

a long time and...

if I don't dig myself out...

I lose.

And that's why I'm here.

To dig myself out.

How do you do that?

I don't know.

I never had to do it before.

I guess I start with me,

I mean...

And that's why I'm here.

To dig myself out of me.

Are you sure

that this isn't too much?

- This dress isn't too much?

- It's a beautiful dress.

- Okay.

- Look... Eddie!

I... I don't know

if you want me here, but uh...

I decided to come.

Why wouldn't I want you here?

Well, I, uh, I... I...

I turned my back on you.

Oh, Dad, I...

I know how hard it is for you

to accept who I am, and...

I lied for so long,

and then... and then...

I said those horrible things

and I... I made you angry.

No, no, no.

This has nothing to do with it.

I... I wasn't angry. I...

I walked away because uh...

Uh, because I was hurt.

You said you wanted me

out of your life

and you'd be relieved

when I was gone.

You said... you said you, uh...

you wouldn't miss me.

Me.

You wouldn't miss me.

I'm your dad.

Nobody has ever loved you more

than me, and nobody ever will.

How could you not miss me?

You see...

when, um...

when people hurt me, I... I...

I... I don't talk

about it. I...

I walk away.

I always walk away.

But, uh...

I can't walk away from you.

So... if that's okay...

You're my daughter.

A-and I would like

to walk you down the aisle.

Living in a moment

I would die for.

These words best describe

every minute of everyday

of the last five years.

That's why I'm standing in front

of our family and our friends...

but most importantly,

in front of you...

and in the presence of God

to vow to be

your faithfully committed

lifetime companion.

Do you know what I mean

about the grass, Aaron?

Yes, I do.

When I move away

and sell that house...

that grass will die

and I know it will.

But my grass...

the grass that is inside

of me will always be green.

- Do you know what I mean?

- I do.

- Are you a lesbian?

- No.

Good.

That's mine.

Okay, everybody. This is it.

It's time for the conga line.

Oh, my God.

I love the conga line.

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