Parent Trap 2 Page #2

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Jessica Dintruff.

Oh, we hate her guts!

Come on, don't be too tough

on her. Who's the redhead?

This is my friend Nikki Ferris. The

girl I've been telling you about.

Hi, Nikki.

Hi.

I'm gonna be late tonight, honey.

Florence will cook dinner.

Well, can Nikki stay?

Ask Florence.

Florence, can Nikki stay?

I suppose so.

(door closes)

Your dad is gorgeous.

Thanks. I know.

Does he have a girlfriend?

Lots.

OK, you distract her

while I make the switch.

What should I say to her?

I don't know.

Tell her that there's a real cute boy

outside that wants to talk to her.

OK.

Jessica, there's a guy out in

the hall who wants to see you.

Who is it?

How should I know?

He told me to tell you to

come out so he can talk to you.

If he wants me, he can

come in and get me himself.

All right, but he's really cute.

For a minute I thought

he was Ralph Macchio.

There was no boy out there,

Nikki Ferris.

Well, maybe he saw your ugly

face and got scared away.

Oh, yeah? Well, at least

I'm not a big, fat freckle-face.

Jessica, would it be all right

with you if I began my class now?

Today I'd like to get into

part two by reading aloud.

Who cares to begin?

Jessica.

(ribbits)

(screaming)

All right, just remember, honey, when

you are on the horse, you're in charge.

Hold the reins loosely

as though you are the boss.

Keep your feet

in the stirrups and stay calm.

Remember, if you stay calm, Mister

Ed here will stay calm too, OK?

If you have any question at all,

you talk to Mary.

She's been riding

since she could walk.

My mom taught me how.

She sure did, honey.

All right, you two go on

outside. I'll catch up to you.

God, you're so lucky.

Does he do stuff like this

with you all the time?

Sure. He loves to. He still says

that I'm his favorite date.

I wish my dad was like him.

What is your dad like?

Who knows, really?

I don't see him much.

Even when they were married,

he was working all the time.

Before we get through with you, we're gonna

have you riding every pony in the county.

Come on.

It's not fair.

What's not?

You're the first best friend

I've had since second grade

and now I'm moving away.

It's for sure?

My mom's been on the phone all week

trying to get us an apartment there.

And there's no way you can talk

her out of it? I've tried.

But she thinks I'm being

ridiculous and immature.

Well, there's gotta be a way.

I'll die without you around.

You? What about me?

I'm losing my best friend and moving to

a city where even a nun could mug you.

This is all my father's fault.

How do you figure?

Do you think my mom would be acting

so irrational if she had a husband?

Uh-oh.

What? Tell me.

Listen, if we could get

our parents together,

and if they fall in love...

They'd get married.

And we'd be like sisters.

And it wouldn't make any

difference where we were living,

'cause we'd be together.

No! Absolutely not!

I don't care whose father he is.

I'm not about to be fixed up

by my 11-year-old daughter.

But, Mom, he's really handsome.

What could I possibly have in

common with a sportswriter?

I don't want you to

go to work with him, Mother,

just out to dinner.

Nikki, darling.

I appreciate what you're trying

to do, really I do,

but I'm perfectly capable

of getting my own dates.

Then how come you haven't gone out on

a single date since Daddy moved out?

(TV in background)

Because I just don't

feel ready yet.

It's been almost two years.

Have I been awfully hard to live with?

Are you kidding?

You've been great!

I'm not complaining, honest.

I only want to

see you happy again, Mom.

I am happy, darling.

Come here.

I've got you, haven't I? Yeah.

But just think how happy you'd

be if you had me and Mr. Grand.

And Mary.

Yeah, that's fine, yes.

(phone rings)

Bill Grand, sports.

She's stuck where?

This is not enough, is it?

(phone rings)

Krieger's,

Sharon Ferris speaking.

Mary! Calm down.

Nikki's where?

Mary?

Mary, you'll have to speak

slower. I can hardly...

Mary? Mary?

Oh, my heavens!

Here, Irene.

Sharon?

Sharon, what is it?

It's Nikki. She's

stuck up in a tree.

I have to go to her.

Irene... I'm sorry.

Oh, Irene, will you

do me a favor?

Just in... Call the paramedics

just in case. I, um...

Tell them Highland Park,

near the swings, OK?

OK.

Operator, get me the police!

Gosh, I wonder what's on fire.

(tires screech)

(sirens)

(Sharon) Nikki!

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Dad.

(meows)

(Nikki) Mary said a cat

was stuck in the tree, not me!

I'm really shocked...

that you could come up with

such an irresponsible stunt.

Didn't you think about

how worried I would be?

Well, you're gonna have plenty of

time to think now, young lady.

That I can promise you.

There will be no TV, no dessert and

no MTV for the next two weeks.

Is that clear?

Well, don't you have anything

you'd like to say?

I'm sorry I messed up, but...

doesn't Mr. Grand have the most

fantastic blue eyes you've ever seen?

(sighs)

I'm sorry, Dad, honest.

I never dreamed you guys would freak

out and call everybody like that.

We goofed.

What else can I say?

You can say you'll never

do anything that stupid again.

I won't.

Cross my heart.

And you can also say

that you're gonna do the dishes,

take out the trash, and do without

MTV for the rest of the month.

A whole month?

Hey, you're lucky it's not

for the rest of the year.

Well, Dad, aren't you at least gonna

tell me what you thought of her?

Who?

Nikki's mother.

That the one with the butterfly

net and the patch on her sleeves?

Dad, that was the dog catcher.

Nikki's mom was the pretty

blonde with the terrific body.

How'd I miss her?

(sighs)

What are you looking at?

Well, what do you think

it should say? Um...

"Love, Billy" or just "Your friend, Bill"?

What about "Sincerely"?

It's not a business letter.

"Fondly"?

A man would never say that.

I know!

"Passionately yours."

That's how Rob Lowe signs all

his letters in 16 Magazine.

Hot!

That will be $26.97, please.

Nikki!

Hi, Mom!

Nikki!

Sorry, Mom! Here, will

you take this pizza?

How was work?

Horrendous.

How was school?

Fine. You got flowers.

Flowers? From whom?

Dunno.

There's a card with them.

On the table.

Well, I haven't had any flowers

for a very long time.

"Dear Sharon, sorry we did not get the

chance to properly meet in the park.

"Let me make it up to you over

dinner. Tomorrow night, 8:00.

Passionately yours,

Billy Grand."

"Passionately yours"?

Ah! Roses.

Aren't they beautiful?

Oh!

So will you go to dinner with him?

Oh, I hardly know this man.

That's the whole point.

If you go to dinner,

you'll get to know him.

Oh, I do love roses.

Go for it, Mom.

I think I shall.

Dad, you have to stop by and see her,

or else Nikki can't spend the night,

and then the whole weekend

will be ruined.

Honey, I don't know why I can't just

call her up and tell her it's all right.

I don't know. Maybe she's

neurotic or something.

She said that she wanted

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