The Wedding Planner Page #2

Maybe he wanted to be a doctor.|Besides, you do have a vagina.

My, this is hard to push|all by myself.

May you have enough happiness|to keep you sweet...

enough trials to keep you strong...

enough hope to keep you happy...

enough friends to give you comfort.

enough friends to give you comfort...

- enough determination...|- and enough determination...

- to make each day a better day...|- to make each day...

- a better day...|- than yesterday.

- than yesterday.|- Raise your glass.

Congratulations, you guys.|I love you both.

What? You think Kissinger|came up with his own stuff?

You just fed the best man|his speech.

Smooth. Real smooth.

You must be Francine.|I saw your article in Yahoo.

- Very impressive.|- God, I hate that picture.

It made me look|like a psychotic poodle.

My fiance has got to see this.

He will just die.

- He should be here by now.|- Most grooms are NIDS.

" Not Into details."

That's Eddie, all right.

- I want you to meet my parents.|- Okay.

Thanks, doll. That rocked.

Mary, meet my parents,|Kitty and Jack.

- How do you do?|- So nice to meet you.

- Dad, are you eating the food?|- Mm-hmm.

Champagne is delightful.|Cristal? d.P.?

- Actually, it's Taittinger.|- Exquisite.

Mother, we're not guests. You're not|supposed to be drinking the champagne.

You give my little girl whatever|she wants, no expense spared.

I'll be faxing you a list of the songs|I'll be performing at the reception.

And none of those mini egg rolls.|A lot of important people are coming.

- We've got an impression to make.|- We haven't hired here yet.

And as previously discussed in detail,|you won't be singing at the wedding.

I'm sorry, Mary. Hi.

The belly dancer's here,|and she has a tattoo of an--

It's okay. Penny,|I want you to meet the Donollys.

- This is one of my associates, Penny.|- Pleasure.

What I need you to do is go to the|offiice and prepare the Murdoch fiile.

Ooh, Murdoch.

As in--

discretion.

Oops.

The Murdoch files. Right.

All right now, wedding woman.

Let's get down to brass tacks.

What do you see for our wedding?

Well, now, having met you...

off the top of my head...

let's see.

Night.

Dubounce Botanical Gardens.

White, silk tents|thin enough to see the stars.

Candle light.

Wedgewood.

Exotic waringin trees|imported from Bali.

I'm thinking Gatsby.

Not a period wedding...

but the spirit of it,|the time.

I nailed it, Geri.|Yeah, but they want it in three months.

They're going for June.|I know.

The clock is ticking.|Put Penny on.

Guess what, Miss Moneypenny?

Hold on, Penny.

This shoe is stuck.

Not my good shoes.

Oh, my goodness.

My new Gucci shoe.

Come on!

Oh, are you okay?|Are you okay?

I'm great.

- Okay.|- Where's my shoe?

Your shoe?|You got it right here.

Now talk to me.|How are you feeling?

Are you experiencing any dizziness,|nausea, difficulty breathing?

The breathing thing rings a bell.

Then again, you are on top of me,|cutting off my air supply.

Your mental clarity's excellent.|That's good. That's good.

Don't appear to have a concussion.

You took quite a fall.

Why are you still on top of me?

That's a good question.

You see that dumpster there?|Seems that dumpster tried to kill you.

You were standing in the middle of the|road, and it was coming right at you.

Just take your time.|Sit up straight. You okay?

You saved...

my shoe.

My life.

Your shoe was what I was going for.|You just turned out to be a bonus.

Come on. We're gonna try and get up.|Take your time.

Take your time.

Up.

Here we go.|I got you. I got you.

I got you, okay?

You smell like sweet red plums...

and grilled cheese sandwiches.

Okay. Here you go.

Yeah, I get that all the time.|Thank you.

All right. Hold up!|All right.

Yup, she's dead, all right.

- You think she's going to heaven?|- definitely.

She's got the cleanest toes|I've ever seen.

Where am I?

You're at the children's ward|of St. Vincent's Hospital.

I'm your doctor.|Try not to talk.

My God.

I'm paralyzed. I'm paralyzed!

If you're moving your arms and legs,|you're clearly not paralyzed.

Boo!

Yes, thank you.|There's my flashlight.

Thank you.|How's our patient doing?

- It was touch and go for a while.|- Was it? What do you recommend?

I think she needs more fluids.

Why don't you go load her up|with 10 cc's of Yoo-Hoo, all right?

Here we go.

- You're the guy--|- Steve Edison.

I'm the supervising|pediatrician here.

- Mary--|- Fiore. Yeah, I know.

I had to go through your wallet|to get your identification.

I must say, I've never met anyone who|alphabetized her credit cards before.

Here's the skinny on you.

Your X-rays are fine.|Hemoglobin levels are normal.

We're just waiting on the CAT scan to|be processed, then we can get you out.

You can take this off now.

- Oh, you've got a big neck.|- I have a big neck?

Don't get me wrong.|It's a fine neck.

It's just that haven't had a patient|over the age of six in three years.

What happened to your hand?

My hand. You fell on it|with your big neck.

Your CAT scan came back,|and it's all clear.

- So I'm okay?|- You're better than new.

Speaking of new, that's a pretty|modern girl you have there.

- Who?|- Your girlfriend.

No, that's my sister.|I guess you could say she's modern.

The last time I saw her,|she had a spike through her chin.

Oh, my.

What I don't understand|is how she got near the dumpster!

Miss?

- Oh, my God, you're alive!|- How did you find me?

I'm so happy! The nurse found my|phone number taped to your Palm Pilot.

She told me what happened, and--

Is this the guy who saved you?

I wouldn't exactly|call it a rescue.

I was just in the right place|at the right time.

Well, aren't you just|the modern-day hero?

Are you okay?

Fabulous.

Penny Nicholson.|Nice to meet you.

I'm Steve Edison.|Nice to meet you too.

Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.|Mary's gonna be fine.

So, you must work long hours.|Are you working late tonight?

No, I'm not even on duty tonight.

Great!

You know, Mary and I were|gonna go to Golden Gate Park.

They show old movies|on the side of the museum.

You should come with us.

- We won't take no for an answer.|- Will you leave him alone, please?

Oh, you don't want me to go?

Of course she wants you to go.

You know, the truth is, doctor...

that I've been thinking|about a career in medicine.

Something medicinal or what not.

I'd really like to|just pick apart your brain.

- Do not leave me here.|- I know what's best for you.

I'm gonna get you over this Keith thing|once and for all!

It's only been six years.

It's not a date!

Do not leave me alone. Please.

- It's for your own good.|- Don't you dare!

- There he is.|- There's your gum ball.

Thank you. Oh, good. Boy, you|can never get the colors you want.

Okay, well.

Oh, no!

Darn it. I just remembered|that I promised...

my friend's brother's godmother...

that I would help her...

change her fax cartridge tonight...

because she's going|out of town tomorrow...

on an African safari.

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