My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2 Page #7

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AUNT VOULA:

Why can’t he just propose?!

MARIA:

Because he’s stubborn!

Aunt Voula looks back, sees Gus and Uncle Taki looking at

them.

AUNT VOULA:

He’s looking, act like you’re

having fun. 1-2-3, now.

Maria and Aunt Voula throw their heads back, fake-laugh.

Nick, Nikki and Angelo watch and shake their heads.

Toula brightens as she sees Ian come in, with Paris close

behind.

PARIS:

Reporting for my garlic bread

shift, woo hoo, it’s so fun, kill

me. So many other things I could

be doing in my Senior year--

Toula hands the bowl she’s been eating from to Paris, who

takes it, eats and trudges away.

TOULA:

Like thinking about Prom....

PARIS:

(mouth full)

Nah, I’m not going to that.

Paris sits near Nick and Angelo, who dip their spoons into

her bowl.

Toula hands a coffee to Ian.

TOULA:

Did you check the mail?

IAN:

Nothing from colleges yet....

Toula is worried. Ian gently puts a strand of hair behind

Toula’s ear. That makes her breath catch.

IAN (CONT’D)

Hey, remember when you asked me on

a dinner date?

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TOULA:

(smiling)

Kinda.

IAN:

How about another date, tonight?

TOULA:

How about yeah.

Ian leans in further.

IAN:

(suggestively)

I cleaned the car.

TOULA:

Ooh...

The door opens again -

It’s George, the attractive newscaster they met at church.

GEORGE:

Hi!

The family is excited to see George again.

CORNER BOOTH:

Gus sees it’s George and perks up.

GEORGE (CONT’D)

My wife and son are in the car, is

this a good time for a visit?

GUS:

Yes!!

George ducks out. Gus claps his hands to Uncle Taki.

GUS (CONT’D)

He has a son for Paris. Did you

see the hair on that Greek god?!

I’m going to fix everything, Paris

will stay in Chicago, and then-

(full of himself now)

-- that woman can propose to me!

Uncle Taki grins as Gus starts to slide out of the booth.

Gus walks to the front, waving over Paris.

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GUS (CONT’D)

Paris, wipe your face. Everyone

come, I have a surprise.

Uncle Taki, Nick, Nikki and Angelo quickly join.

Suddenly, Toula gets it.

TOULA:

Oh! No no. It’s a set-up.

Before Paris can protest:

GUS:

Every Greek girl should have a

Greek boyfriend and I found you

one!

Toula sees Maria and Voula stand and join, so she and Ian

quickly head over, resulting in an anticipatory family group

behind Paris.

ANNA (O.C.)

Hello!

Anna and George come in with their son Theodore. He’s seven.

A pause. Each family member has a different expression.

Paris is delighted with how uncomfortable her family is.

PARIS:

Hey buddy, we’re getting married!

Everyone is confused.

GUS:

You said you had a son for our

granddaughter-

MARIA:

No, he didn’t! You don’t listen!

Anna and George understand, and laugh it off.

Paris gestures to Theodore to follow her.

PARIS:

C’mon, you can help me butter

garlic bread.

Theodore winks at his dad (who winks back) and heads off with

Paris.

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Paris gives Toula and Ian the stink-eye as she passes them,

they can’t win.

Gus steps in front of Maria, to gesture to the nearest table.

GUS:

Anyway, welcome to my restaurant!

Maria looks sharply to Gus as George and Anna sit.

MARIA:

Our restaurant!

Anna, George and CUSTOMERS look up. Gus tight-smiles back.

GUS:

It’s in my name. Which makes you

my employee.

MARIA:

Then I want back pay for 50 years

of overtime.

Gus and Maria glare at each other. Ian leans in to Toula.

IAN:

Let’s go.

TOULA:

What? We can’t leave now-

Trying to distract them from the argument, Aunt Voula leans

in to Anna and George.

AUNT VOULA:

All my life, I wanted to be a

newscaster, but I have a dry mouth.

When I went through puberty, my

tongue swelled up like a tree root.

It’s still puffy, look --

ANNA:

I don’t want to.

Aunt Voula holds her mouth open. Anna and George peer in.

GEORGE:

That’s a big tongue.

Toula doesn’t see exasperated Ian leaving.

Gus snaps his fingers at Maria.

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GUS:

Employee! Bring menus.

MARIA:

Get them yourself!

The others are shocked and uneasy.

MARIA (CONT’D)

(sarcastic)

Oh no, I was rude to the boss, I

hope I don’t get fired!

Maria storms off and slams the door. Toula looks queasy.

Then sees Ian is gone.

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EXT. PORTOKALOS HOUSE - THAT EVENING

Establishing.

GUS (PRELAP)

Maria! Where are you?

CUT TO:

INT. PORTOKALOS LAUNDRY ROOM - EVENING, CONTINUOUS

Gus limps in, stares at the washer. His clothes are piled

high in a basket, with a note: “Your employee is on strike.”

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INT. DANCING ZORBA’S - EVENING

The restaurant is empty. Toula gathers her things, checks

her cell -- no messages -- makes a call.

IAN (O.S.)

Leave a message.

TOULA:

Me again. Um. My dad went home --

his hip, you know -- so I had to...

ah, you don’t want to hear... okay,

I’m on my way.

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Toula sighs, turns off the lights.

CUT TO:

I/E. MILLER CAR - NIGHT

Toula drives, she’s tired, and worried about Ian.

CUT TO:

EXT. MILLER HOUSE - NIGHT

Toula walks from the car into the house.

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INT. MILLER BEDROOM - SAME NIGHT

Toula is relieved to find Ian sleeping. As he snores, Toula

smiles to herself, leans close to kiss him.

The house phone rings.

Ian opens his eyes, Toula is way too close. He screams. She

screams. They scramble for the phone.

IAN:

Hello? Hi Maria.

He looks at Toula.

IAN (CONT’D)

Yes.

Ian hangs up.

IAN (CONT’D)

Your dad--

Toula grabs her throat.

IAN (CONT’D)

He’s okay. He’s stuck in the

bathtub. Your mom can’t lift him.

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EXT. STREET - NIGHT

OVERHEAD SHOT:
Toula, Ian, Nick, Angelo and Yianni, in

various states of undress, run from separate houses and up

the Portokalos family driveway.

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INT. PORTOKALOS HOUSE STAIRCASE - NIGHT

Toula, Ian, Nick, Angelo and Yianni run up.

CUT TO:

INT. PORTOKALOS MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

Toula, Ian, Nick, Angelo and Yianni run in: Maria points,

Nick runs past her and into the bathroom.

NICK:

What’s up, Dad?

GUS (O.C.)

Hello Nicko!

Nick immediately comes out, pale.

NICK:

Ma, you couldn’t put some clothes

on him?

MARIA:

If I could, I wouldn’t need you.

TOULA:

What happened?

YIANNI:

Did he fall?

MARIA:

No, it’s that hip. It’s locked.

Gus yells from the bathroom.

GUS (O.C.)

I’m fine!

Maria back.

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MARIA:

No fine! Do your physical therapy

like the rest of us.

NICK:

How long has he been in that tub?

Maria shrugs.

MARIA:

A few hours. He wouldn’t let me

call you. So, I let the water go

cold.

The sleeping dog at her feet, in the armchair, Mana-Yiayia

does embroidery and laughs at the dilemma.

IAN:

Maria, will you please drain the

tub-

TOULA:

-- and put a towel over him?

Maria nods and goes into the bathroom.

IAN:

(to Toula)

Thank you.

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