Made Of Honor Page #8

on this throw.

Look at that Yanksie!.

Alright. Okay..

Come on, Tom!

Oh gosh...

Okay. I can do this.

I can do this. Okay.

Here we go. Great.

Okay. Okay.

Here we go. Here we go.

Here we go, Oh...

Watch out, watch out.

That's gonna cost the Yank

the gold medal.

- What an ass!

- And the winner of the Highland Games is,

our very own Colin McMurray!

That's great.

For my love is like a melody

That sweetly played in June

As fair are thou, my bunnylass

say deep in love am I

And I will love thee still, my dear

till all the seas gang dry

And I will love thee still,

My dear

Though'd were a thousand miles.

Well done, My boy.

Well done!

That was so...!

Well done, my boy.

Robert Burns, who wrote that song,

is Scotland's most famous poet.

No, no, auntie. We haven't had any "berns" yet,

so we haven't got any names yet.

"Berns" means children.

I'm so sorry, I'm having a hard

time understanding your accent.

- "Ethel".

- Excuse me?

It's a name, for the children.

- "Ethel".

- "Ethel"...

Little Ethel.

Yeah. We won't be naming our

child Ethel.

Maybe if he was a teenager...

My mother's third cousin was

the Duke of Ethel.

We're a long line

of "Ethels".

Maybe... Maybe we'll keep

it in the mix, maybe as a middle name...

- So, Hannah, do you like the vensen?

- It's delicious.

Colin shot it.

He's a wonderful Shot.

- Stop, mum. You'll make me blush.

- And this is the moment. I've just remembered.

- What moment is that?

- When Colin killed the deer.

I filmed it.

Right between the eyes.

In fact, everything we are eating

this evening, Colin has killed.

- To Colin!

- To Colin.

In your honor, Hannah.

That is so thoughtful...

I'm so sorry, I didn't kill

anything for you...

Gosh...

What did you get?

- Uhm...

- I love chocolate!

Don't... Don't do that.

You want some...

Here. I'll give you some.

Excuse me.

Reverend...

Excuse me, sir. There you go.

Wonderful dinner, by the way.

- Delighted, Tom.

- And your wife is beautiful.

Thank you very much.

- Thanks.

- Cheers.

A little birdy tells me that Colin personally

slayed each one of these reindeer heads...

- Tom...

- Alright.

I say "a little birdy told me",

He would have told me, but Colin shot it.

Listen, seriously...

Can we go somewhere private

and talk? It's important.

- Yeah.

- Should we go?

Bagpipes...

Oh, My God...

He's been playing the bag pipes ever since

he was 3 years old. Practices every night.

- Every night?

- Never misses!

- What kind of necklace is that?

- They're glow-in-the-dark thunderbeets.

- Hi, mom.

- I have something for you.

- Some evening, huh?

- Yes...

This is so you can have a little

piece of home with you.

Thank you.

Look at you...

There's you and Melissa.

You were about 5 there.

Do you remember this?

It was taken at the lake, when you father

broke his arm, because of that silly motorcycle of his.

- I miss dad so much

- Me too, Sweetheart.

I just wish that he could

have been here.

He was always so worried,

I was never gonna meet anyone.

- No, he wasn't.

- That's Paris.

He could be so "off days" sometimes...

What?

Well, it's just... He was always convinced

that you were gonna marry Tom.

Really?

- I'll see you in the morning.

- Good night, My Angel.

It's pulling off a bandaid.

You just have to close your eyes and do it.

- I just haven't found the right time.

- What are you talking about, "right time"?

Anytime is the right time to say

"I love you, marry me".

- Right.

- Come on, what are you there for, man?

Take the shot, win the game

and bring her home!

And stop running up my long-distance

phone bill with these crazy calls!.

Right, right okay.

Thanks, Felix.

God, come on. You can do this, Tom.

What's wrong with me? You can do this.

- Hey.

- Hey!

I thought we could go for a

walk and work on the vowes.

- Good idea. I need some help.

- Good. Okay.

- What do you think?

- I think a lot of things.

I've been working on them all week

and I actually think they're getting worse.

At first I went for the "emotion",

I thought:
"What if Colin does it"?

Then I tried to be funny...

I don't know if Scots have the same

sence of humor as americans.

So now I am back to something basic

and I totally think I've geared off into something boring...

I'm crazy about you.

I think of you all the time and

I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.

Really?

Really.

- That's so "generic".

- Generic?

- Yeah!

- Generic?

- It totally is!

- How can that be generic?

It sounds like something you're supposed

to say instead of what your really feeling.

Alright. How about...

Nobody in the world makes

me laugh the way you do.

You're my best friend.

I just wanna be with you.

Look, look!

There she is!

Let's go, let's go!

- Hannah, let's go!

- What is this?

- It's her "taking out".

- Her... What?

We dress her up and then we

parade around one of the pubs in town.

- That's wierd...

- It's tradition!

- Really?

- Then we fill a toilet with salt

and we sell your kisses

for change.

- Sell your kisses?

- Yep.

Come on, it's like a Scottish

Bachelorette-party.

Okay, Okay...

- Okay, come on!

Change for kisses!

Right there...

Instead of Whiskeys.

It's her "taking-out"!

She's got the breath of an angel.

One more, alright, alright.

- Another!

- Another!

Thank you.

This is all I have.

- Oh, my God! My God, you guys!

- Let's go!

We have to get more kisses.

Kisses!

- I can't take it anymore!

- What are you doing?

- Let's do it again.

- No!

- For old time's sake...

- Don't take that off.

- I need to make this up to you...

- Don't... take... this.

No, I'm really unhappy.

- That's fine.

- Tom...

- It's okay. It's okay...

- I'm not happy at all.

- Get up...

- And I am in a really...

confusing place in my life

right now...

- Confusing?

- Listen...

- I have had some whiskey...

- I can tell.

And I need you to "service" me.

- "Service" you? I not gonna "service you"...

- "Service me", b*tch!

- Oh, my...

"Service me"!

- Be quiet!

- You be quiet.

Everyone's sleeping...

- Get down.

- You can't get down.

You can't...

- Be quiet!

- You be quiet.

No. No! Get off!

Wait... Wait...

- Hannah...

- Bring me more whiskey.

Hannah.

It's Tom, let me in.

Let me in.

Go away, Tom.

No. Let me explain.

It's not what you think.

- It doesn't matter now.

- Yes it does. Why did you...

- Just... Go!

- I'll go. Just tell me, why

did you come to my room?

Hannah... Why did you

come to the room?

To talk about that kiss.

Please, don't...

Don't marry him.

- All these years, Tom...

- Don't marry him...

All this time...

- You're doing this now?

- I know...

- How can you do this?

- I'm sorry... Just let me in.

- No. I can't.

- Let me in.

You're only doing this now because

you are afraid of loosing me.

I need someone who's gonna

be there for me,

no matter what happens.

Someone who truly...

Loves me.

Someone I can trust.

I'm marrying Colin tomorrow...

Tom.

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