Prelude to a Kiss Page #3

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Where to?

Round trip.

To Lake Forest.

Lake Forest.

They've asked

that we all sit down.

Is there a nother

language you all speak?

Come on. Let's go.

Okay. Let's try

to stick together.

- Is Grand ma gonna meet us?

- Yeah, she should be in the car.

I, Peter

take thee, Rita...

to be my wedded wife.

To have and to hold

from this day forward,

for better or for worse,

for richer or for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish

until death do us part.

And thereto

I pledge thee my troth.

I, Rita

take thee, Peter...

to be my wedded husband.

To have and to hold

from this day forward,

for better or for worse,

for richer or for poorer,

In sickness and in health.

in sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish...

till death us do part.

And thereto

I pledge thee my troth.

I pronounce...

by the authority committed unto me

as a minister of God...

that you are

husband and wife...

according to the law

of this state,

and in the name of the Father, Son

and Holy Ghost.

I think a little applause

would be in order.

Smush together.

Come on. Marshal.

- Marshal!

- What?

Get in the picture.

Jesus Christ.

I thought you were on fire.

Get in.

Say " bull sh*t. "

Bull sh*t.

Now, you.

I'm so happy.

- So happy.

- Well.

Peter, you remember

my Aunt Dorothy...

and Uncle Fred.

- Yes. Hi, how are you?

- Peter and Rita.

- That's very euphonious.

- Isn't it?

- You must get a lot of " Peter and Riter."

- Yes.

Or "Pita and Rita, "

I suppose.

- It's hard to say, I know.

- Excuse me.

You know, I was

the world's youngest aunt.

Uh-oh, here we go.

No, now. I remember Rita

trying to say my name...

- when I was 16 and she was just-

- Minus 20.

All right, I deserve that.

Fred says I always shave...

two years off my age.

I've never known anybody

who has a niece so young.

- I was 15.

- What? Who was 15?

Stop. You're gonna

give me a complex.

Mom.

Who's that guy over there

in the strawhat?

Oh, uh - N o.

I thought he was

with your firm.

Marsh.

Hey.

Marsh.

Behind me.

Don't look now.

Very peculiar.

Never saw him before in my life.

Congratulations,

both of you.

- Thank you very much.

- Thank you.

- I'm Taylor McGowan.

- You make a lovely couple.

And your name?

I'm sorry.

And what a wonderful

day for it.

Nice to meet you.

You'll have to forgive us.

But none of us seems

to remember who you are.

- It' s all right, Daddy.

- I only wanted to wish the two you g people well.

And perhaps

to... kiss the bride...

- before I'm on my way.

- I'd be flattered.

Some angle

this guy's got.

My blessings to you.

And to you.

- You want to sit down?

- Get him a chair, Fred.

Too much blood rushing

to the wrong place, I guess.

Are you dizzy?

I t's okay. Just relax.

Here we go.

Now, just breathe for me.

Daddy?

Oh, God. He thinks Marshal

is his father.

Where do you live?

Can you tell us?

He's gonna be fine,

everybody. Just relax.

Get him a glass

of water, Fred.

He's had too much

to drink, I suspect. Am I right?

Peter.

What's happening?

I thought you said

you didn't know him.

- Should we call an ambulance?

- No, no. Just get him a cup of coffee.

Is there anyone

we can call?

No.

I'm sorry for any trouble

I've caused you.

- There's no troubl e.

- Honey, don't let him -

I'm fine, thanks.

Honey.

Who is he?

Where did he come from?

He's from the neighborhood.

- The Evans' gardener?

- Is he? No.

- What if he falls down in the gravel?

- Are you okay?

Oh, what a fuss.

Forget all about it.

He's not going

to sue us. Trust me.

Oh, poor baby. It's just spoiled

your whole wedding.

Oh, Marion.

Have some champagne.

Your father thinks

that's the Evans' gardener.

- Enough.

- Well, I don't think so.

Do you?

Rita?

Rita?

Must have been my kiss

is all I can think.

Drives men wild.

That's right.

Where are you going

for your honeymoon?

Why, you wanna come?

- Jamaica.

- Oh.

I love you all.

Bye!

I just keep thinking

about that poor old schmuck.

He seemed so vulnerable.

Calling me honey, and-

I swear I've never

seen him before.

You are too much.

- What's come overyou?

- You like?

I- Yes. I think you're out of your mind

andl love you.

Come on.

Day's a-wastin'.

Chop, chop.

# Again #

# This couldn't happen again #

Don't you even

want to try one?

No, thanks.

Sorry you married me?

Rita, you were

supposed to laugh.

Aw.

You're my puppy puppy.

Thank you.

Okay.

You know how you never

get any time...

to work

on your portfolio?

Well, now that we have

just the one rent,

what if just for a while-

not forever-

you quit tending bar

and let me support us?

Sure.

What?

You'd consider it?

Let you bring home the bacon

for a while, right?

Our first full day

being married...

and she seemed

like a different Rita.

I told myself,

"It's the excitement. "

And besides,

it's natural to wonder,

"Is this the right person for me?

"Am I the right person

for her?

Who the hell is she

anyway? "

Baby, I'm sorry.

I'm freaking out.

Are you sorry you married me?

No.

Oh.

I'm serious this time.

Don't be a silly.

The days went by.

We went to a soccer game,

we windsurfed-

or "windfell "-

we snorkeled,

we walked on the beach,

and always

under a ton of sunscreen.

Rita was tireless,

fearless,

and sleeping.

Nothing was wrong, exactly,

but nothing felt-

nothing felt.

# Down at the bay

where the lights are gay #

# And the sun shines daily #

# On the mountaintop #

Excuse me.

# I'm sad to say

I'm on my way #

# I won't be back

for many a day #

They're a riot.

He calls her

" Little Missie."

Their grand son

is a comedy weatherman in Boca.

Something from the bar?

Yes.

Another seltzer, please.

And clean this up, would you?

It's drawing flies.

I'll have a Long Island

iced tea this time. Thanks.

A lot.

Doesn't it ever bother you

sometimes, though,

the black-white thing?

I mean, it's so obviously

a class issue here.

You'd think they'd all

just rise up and kill us all pool side.

Why is that?

Because we have

the money and they don't.

You want to give them

your money, go ahead.

Oh.

Good attitude.

Look, I'm just making

conversation here, Rita,

you're the commie

in the wood pile, not me.

I'm sorry, sir. The bartender say

he don't know that.

Oh.

What goes into one,

a Long Island iced tea?

Rita.

I'm sorry, darling.

I've forgotten.

What, do you have it all written down

behind the bar or something?

I'm on vacation.

So you can't remember a drink recipe

for something that I would like to order?

Peter,

you're doing it again.

You take a perfect situation

and you pee all over it.

Be happy.

It's great to be alive!

And young!

There will never be

a more perfect night.

Or a better chance for two people

to love each other...

if they don't try so hard.

Make love to me.

What, here?

No one will see.

I want to have your baby.

I want your baby

inside m e.

You don't want babies.

Don't you remember?

Sweetie.

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