Sweet Home Alabama Page #8

Ms. Carmichael!

Hey!|- Ms. Carmichael!

Get him!|- Ms. Carmichael!

Get back here!

Mr. Buford?

Get your hands off me!

Wait! Let him go.

Melanie?

You are one hard woman|to get in touch with.

Mr. Buford, he signed the papers.

What are you doing here?

He did... you didn't.

What?

You mean I'm still married?

Well, not unless you want to be.

Oh, for God's sakes, Melanie.

I thought you took care of this.

It's an honest mistake, Andrew.

Well, then, can we fix it|before we all get soaked?

Does anybody have a pen?

Mom?|- Oh, yeah, sure.

Go on, check your purse.

These things don't|just happen, you know.

Can't ride two horses|with one ass, sugar bean.

Andrew...

You don't want to marry me.

I don't?|- No.

No, you don't...|not really.

You see, the truth is...

I gave my heart away|a long time ago...

My whole heart...

and I never really|got it back.

And I don't even know what|else to say, but I'm sorry.

I can't marry you.

And you shouldn't want|to marry me.

So this|is what this feels like.

That's it?!

You're just gonna|let her humiliate you...

with some bullshit|about an old husband?!

Yeah, I think I am.

Excuse me.

In my entire life...

I have never met anyone|so manipulative, so deceitful!

And I'm in politics!

I'm just trying to be honest.

I will not allow the future|President of the United States...

to be dumped at the altar|by some psycho Daisy Mae!

You go after him,|you little b*tch!

Wait just a minute, missy.

Uh, there... there's no need|for name-callin', now.

Now, she spoke her piece,|and that's all there is to it.

Oh, go back to your double-wide|and fry something.

Nobody talks|to my mama like that!

Praise the Lord!|The South has risen again!

If you're friends of the bride,|stick around!

I'm gonna go find me|a groom!

Hey, cowboy...

You owe me a dance.

Nice dress.|Where's your husband?

I'm lookin' at him.

Apparently,|you and I are still hitched.

Is that right?

Why didn't you tell me|you came to New York?

I needed to make|somethin' of myself.

About done?

What is it|about you Southern girls?

You can't make the right decisions|'til you tried all the wrong ones?

At least I fight|for what I want.

Oh, what do you want, Melanie?

I don't even think you know.

You're the first boy|I ever kissed, Jake,...

and I want you|to be the last.

Maybe you and I had our chance.

Fine!

Have it your way,|you stubborn ass!

Whatcha want to be|married to me for, anyhow?

So I can kiss you|any time I want.

What the hell are you two|tryin' to do...

get yourselves killed?!

What seems to be|the trouble, officer?

I'm here to bring you in,|young lady!

What did she do this time?

Well, the way I hear it,...

seems she run out|on a perfectly good cake.

You're gettin' a|little light-headed.

Well, folks, look who finally|made it to their reception...

Ladies and gentlemen,|Mrs. And Mr. Jake Perry!

You might want to keep those|for the honeymoon.

Well... I do believe I owe|this lady a dance.

You sure do!

Shut up, Bryant.|- Shut up, Bryant.

Look at this.

Hey, Stella...

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