The Wedding Planner Page #3

I should go do that.

I'm really sorry that we're not|gonna be able to have that...

- medical chat.|- Medical chat, yeah.

Okay. Bye.

- Penny.|- Wow.

Goodness, I hope her...

friend's brother's godmother|is gonna be okay.

You know,|I have reserved seating.

- All right.|- Okay. Let's go.

- Thanks for guarding my tree.|- Yes, I'm guarding your tree.

There's your blanket right there|under your tree I kept for you.

- Thank you, Burt. This is Steve Edison.|- Steve, how you do? Nice to meet you.

- Pleased to meet you.|- It's about time you had a date.

- It's not--|- What line of business are you in?

- I'm a doctor at St. Vincent's.|- You a doctor?

He's a doctor.|Well, I get the hint.

See you at the Scrabble|practice, kid.

Sorry. I'm so sorry about that.

Scrabble practice?

Please, don't ask.

Come on. You can't|leave me hanging on that.

"See you at Scrabble practice, kid"?|What's that?

I'm a member of|the Bay Area Scrabble Club.

- Pathetic, I know.|- Wow.

- What?|- That is pathetic.

Shut up.

At least I can spell.|What can you do?

- I throw a mean yo-yo.|- You know what?

- No more caramel corn for you.|- I'm serious.

How'd you get into it? I've never met|a member of a Scrabble Club before.

That's for sure.

When my parents came over|from Italy...

the joined a Scrabble Club|so they could learn English.

After my mom died, my dad became,|like, obsessed with the game...

and wanted me to play with him|all the time...

so I guess, in a way,|I was destined.

C-O-O-L.

What are you doing?

I only eat the brown ones.

Because?

'Cause I fiigure they have|less artificial coloring...

'cause chocolate's already brown.

That's very scientific of you,|dr. Steve.

Thank you.

So where would one go|to see a Scrabble match?

Oh, look. It's starting.

And closer

tome

- Oh, that's beautiful.|- You like it?

Yes.

This is by far the coolest thing|I've ever done in this city.

The closer you are

- the brighter the stars glow|- Wanna dance?

I don't know. I haven't danced|in quite some time.

- Okay.|- Girl asks you to dance, you dance.

Burt's right.|Yes, Mary, I would love to dance.

- No pressure.|- It's too late now.

Okay.

Where'd you learn|to dance like this?

Ballroom class.

Oh, you're gay.

Oh, yeah, the gayest.

My mother put me|in ballroom classes...

when I was eight years old.

She wanted me to be Fred Astaire.|I wanted to be Marcus Welby.

So now you're|a little bit of both?

I think you're being kind.

You can stop that.|I'm gonna blush.

How's your thumb?

Never better.

YMCA.

My next Scrabble match|is Saturday...

at 1 :
00 at the north side YMCA.

It'll be the social event|of the season.

Maybe you should be there.

- Maybe you shouldn't step on my foot.|- did I?

- Yes.|- I'm sorry.

That's okay.|Just don't let it happen again.

Don't tell me what to do.

Don't what?

Holy sh*t!

Are you guys crazy?|This isn't funny!

I am thinking teal for the bridesmaids.|What do you think?

Good morning. Earth to Mary.

What is up with you?|You're different.

I'm not different.|How am I different?

You can't stop smiling.

I'm not smiling.|Am I smiling?

Like a fool.

- Tell me.|- It's nothing.

Then stop smiling.

- I can't.|- Okay, who is he?

Okay. No, no!

Mr. Kotsioupolis, you cannot throw|plates at the Ritz-f***ing-Carlton!

It's okay.

This is like a fairy tale.

He saves your life.|You dance under the stars.

- You kiss in the rain.|- Almost kissed.

I don't know, Fran. I've been so out|of the dating-relationship loop.

You?

You know, those who can't do, teach?|Those who can't wed, plan.

With my help, you could marry|this man in three months.

I have totally lost control.|Will you please, please, please help me?

Penny, if you can't beat 'em--

- What has gotten into you?|- She met a guy.

You met a guy? You mean--

- I wanna hear all about it!|- I owe you one, Penny.

You do. You owe me one!

- Hello, Rene. How are you?|- Great.

Listen, they're gonna be|signing up for six classes.

So just be sure|to pay up front, okay?

Basil himself|is gonna be here today.

- Really?|- Yes.

I'll have to call you back.|Okay. Bye.

Mary, what are you doing here?

Oh, my God.|I'm so embarrassed.

I may be a hell|of a businesswoman...

but when I dance,|I look like a retarded string bean.

I thought your class|wasn't till Thursday though.

I know. We had to change it.|But this is perfect.

You can finally meet Eddie.|Come here. Eddie.

Eddie, come here.

I want you to meet|the wedding planner.

The two most important people|in my life set eyes on one another.

Eddie, this is Mary,|the wedding planner.

Mary, this is my fiance Eddie.

- Mary, are you okay?|- Uh-huh. Yup. Good.

Let's see who that is.

Hi, dad. Wait.

I can't hear you. Hang on.|All right. Okay, I got you.

Okay, I'm losing you again.|I'm sorry.

Shoot. Okay, wait, wait.|Hello. do you hear me?

Quickly, people.|Get your tootsies out here, pronto.

Quickly, people.|Get your tootsies out here, pronto.

Welcome to the Basil St. Mosely|School of dance.

I am Basil St. Mosely.

Hang on. I can't hear you.|Wait a second. I can't hear you.

You're breaking up. Hang on.

There you go.

I'd like all my lovely couples,|dancing partners, paired up in twos...

ready to dance, not next week,|not tomorrow, but now.

- dance with Eddie.|- I can't.

Quickly.|Is there a problem in the room?

Pronto, people. I'd like us to still|beyoung when this class is over.

I have to take this call.

Darling, I understand you're busy.|I'm busy too.

- You're holding up the class.|- She's with him.

All right.

Mary, watch out for his thumb.|He hurt it saving some old lady.

- Sorry, I can't.|- Listen, I got a prior engagement.

Interesting choice of words.

Wallflowers,|it's time to blossom and bloom.

Obviously, what we have here, people,|is a fear of dancing.

It's my firm belief|we must conquer one's fears.

Now, I have to gauge|what I am dealing with...

so I will play music,|you will dance...

and I will observe.

Okay, Rene?

Yes, thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Mary, would you like to dance?

Have no fear. dance. dance.

Yes.

- Old lady, huh?|- Listen, this is--

- You told me your name was Steve.|- It is Steve.

My last name is Edison.|Fran calls me Eddie. It's a nickname.

I have a better nickname for you.|How about common, cheating, sleazy--

If you're thinking--

What I'm thinking involves|a machete and a pair of pliers.

Okay.

- The day that you had the accident.|- That was a special day.

It was. I was running late.

How convenient.

I was meeting Fran and our wedding|planner, which you turned out to be.

What are the odds?

Dance. Dance!

Don't dance around the issue. You didn't|show 'cause you don't wanna get married.

- I see it all the time.|- You see what?

Why'd you tell your fiancee|you saved an old lady?

Exactly!

You think you want to get married,|but you don't.

You're pitiful and confused, looking|to get some hot pepper wherever you can.

Mary, you have no idea|what you're talking about.

Yeah?

Why did you go|to the movies with me?

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