Sweet Home Alabama

Come on, Jake.|- Slow down!

Hurry up, Jake!|- Melanie!

I gotta get home.|My mom's gonna kill me.

Wow, did you see that?

Well, answer the question!|- No!

No, you won't answer,|or no, you won't marry me?

Jake Perry, I'm 10 years old.|I got too much to live for.

Not that way, you dolt!|Come on!

It's hot. Don't touch it.|We'll be safe here.

Says who?|- Everybody.

Lightning never strikes|the same place twice.

Why would you want to|marry me for anyhow?

So I can kiss you|any time I want.

I need more coffee, guys.

I'm gonna switch...|It's a warning!

Oh, my God.

You know, that accent of yours...

is a whole lot thicker|when you're dreaming.

All right, how come|y'all let me sleep?

Oh, calm down.|It was 5 minutes.

What did I say?

We're all getting big, fat|raises when you become somebody.

Oh, did they kill Badgley Mishka!

Okay, laugh now, but|tomorrow it could be us.

Not us... you.|I just make the coffee.

Thank you.

I'll see you at the show.

Bye, Mel.

There's a rose for every moment|I thought of you last night.

God, you must be exhausted.

Listen, knock 'em dead.|I'll see you at the show.

It's gonna be great.

I love you.

I can't wait to see you.|Goodbye.

Okay, people,|we are officially late!

Melanie!|- Yes?!

This top is supposed|to be neon aubergine,...

but it's all wrong!|It's all wrong!

Okay, don't panic.|That's my job.

Um... okay.|Put her on after Anoke.

The third light cue is yellow.|She'll look eggplant.

Pan, uh, the reason it's all|wrong is it's on backwards.

Ooh, Miss Vixen, I'm scared of you.

Frederick, what are you doing|here? You're the competition.

Competition? Please! Our|design's for plumes and pearls,...

and nothing is going to come|between me and my protege.

And this is, after all,|all about me.

Oh, I love this. Stella|McCartney's gonna kill herself.

Then why do I feel like|I'm in Times Square buck naked?

Baby doll, you're|gonna be just fine.

Seven years ago, you were this|debutante off the plantation,...

and now you're my steel magnolia|with her very own show.

Okay, get out of here|before you make me cry.

Bonne chance!

Big smile!|Great! Thank you!

Good to see you.

Secretary Hennings, do you have|a moment for a few questions?

Andrew, are you excited|about the show?

Uh, of course,|I'm very excited.

Did you get to see the models?|- The models? Why, uh...

Please tell me|he has a flaw somewhere.

He asked me to go to|Ireland for Christmas.

He's gonna ask you|a lot more than that.

You think so?

Hey, let's go!|- Let's do this!

All right, we gotta go.|- Places, everyone!

Come on, let's go, line up.|- Have a good show.

Okay, no smiles,|no smiles, just smirks!

Oh, congratulations.

You're amazing.|Those flowers were insane.

Oh, well, I just want|this day to be perfect.

Oh, God, honey,|what if they hate me?

Oh, they're critics, Mel.|They hate themselves.

That's easy for you to say.

I wasn't born with|that thick Hennings skin.

No, you weren't, and that|is what I love about you.

Ah, honey, I'm sorry, I got|a meeting in the Bronx.

But you go and enjoy, and|I'll see you later. Okay?

Oh, and, hey, we've got that|thing tonight at Lincoln Center.

What thing?

Fund-raiser thing.

Right, the thing...|with your mother.

That's tonight.

I'm afraid so.

I am so proud of you.

Thank you.

Okay?|- I love you.

I love you, too.|Congratulations.

His meeting's running|a little late.

He told me to take you inside|so you wouldn't have to wait.

Where are we?

I'm so tired, Jimmy.

I've just had it.

Well... he shouldn't be|too long.

Miss Carmichael,|won't you come in?

So... have you made a decision?|- About what?

Ireland.

Ireland, honey,|that's four months from now.

I was thinking maybe|2... 300 guests, tops.

For Christmas?

Andrew, are you on|some sort of medication?

What's going on?|Where are we?

Oh, my God.

Melanie Carmichael...

will you marry me?

Are you sure?

I mean, a-a-are you really sure?

Because if you're not sure, we|could just go back to the car.

It's only been 8 months.

You know I never do|anything rash.

And I usually never ask a question|I don't already know the answer to,...

so... at the risk of being rejected|twice, I'm gonna ask you again.

Will you marry me?

Yes!

Pick one.

Mayor, just one shot!|One shot!

Can you comment on|the Watson bill?

Over here, Mayor, please!|Over here!

Thank you.|- Where is he?

He's running late.

No doubt thanks to|that Carbuncle girl.

Carmichael... designer, Southern.|- Right, whatever.

Your Honor,|how do you answer those...

who are opposed to the|street-improvement project...

you put before|the city council today?

I suggest they take a drive on|some of the streets in Brooklyn.

Maybe they'll disappear|into a pothole.

Your son's relationship|with Melanie Carmichael...

sources say they're engaged.|Do you have a comment?

Trust me, if my son were|engaged, I'd have a comment.

I thought you were tired.

Jimmy, can you excuse us|for a second?

I've been planning|this for weeks.

I knew your show would be great,|and tonight is perfect.

Oh, God, I can't wait to see|the look on my mother's face.

Come on, let's call your parents.|- No!

I mean...|not right this second.

What I mean is, uh...

Honey, would you mind terribly...

if we just kept this to|ourselves for a few days?

Mel, it's gonna come out|sooner or later.

No, I know, I know, but, um,...

it's just, I haven't seen|my folks in about 7 years,...

and I just feel like I should|probably tell them in person.

Of course.

And, um... I think|I should do it alone.

Mel, I'm gonna have to|meet them eventually.

I know, I know, and|they will love you...

eventually.

Is it because I'm a Yankee?|- Well, that... and a Democrat.

Okay... mum's the word.

No one will know.|- Thank you.

Secretary Hennings,|will you comment...

Hello.

Why haven't you told your|mother you're engaged?

Have you thought about children?

I'm sorry we're late.

That shade of lipstick does|nothing for you. What kept you?

Oh, it's none of your business.

Ah, you know I hate surprises.|What's going on?

Oh, Tom, always a pleasure.|Good to see you.

Melanie, darling.|- Hi, Your Honor.

So good to see you.

Look at you... always|the belle of the ball.

I hear very good things|about your new line.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.|- Always a pleasure.

Andrew?|- Yes?

Seems Melanie is wearing a skating rink|on a very important finger.

Um, Your Honor, I'd|really like to keep it...

Oh, my God, you're engaged?!

Quiet.

Bloody hell, Mel,|I'm your first New York friend,

and I have to read about it|with 12 million other people!

Sorry, honey,|she just grabbed my hand.

What was I supposed to do?

I know...|we read all about it.

So, did you cry?|- Wouldn't you?

One man for the rest of my life?|I'd bawl my bloody eyes out.

So why don't you meet us?|We're just around the corner.

Can't.|I'm in Alabama.

Oh... my God.

He's loud, but he don't bite.

Come on, shut up, hound!|Lie down.

Go on, stay.

Now, how can I help you?

Well, for starters, you can get|your stubborn ass down here...

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