The Wedding Planner Page #6

- I'm sorry. Go ahead.|- No, you go.

I'm sorry about Napa.

I didn't mean to call you|bitter and cynical. You're not.

And I'm sorry, what I said about|your marriage being doomed to fail.

Well, I apologize for saying|you were just an opportunity.

That was pretty ugly of me.

And I was only half serious|about the teal bridesmaid thing.

Well, at least I have|a 50-50 chance, right?

You and Fran are gonna be|real happy together.

So are you and Massimo.|It's gonna work.

Yeah, well, um,|we're not engaged anymore.

- Really?|- Really.

- Are you okay with that?|- Yeah.

It was more my dad|trying to get us together.

Why would he want to do that?

Well, probably because|he was so happy with my mom.

Fran said to go forward|with the violet chocolate--

- The chocolate one?|- The one that you suggested.

Good. Then I'll|put in that order today.

- How is Fran?|- She's good.

She's making deals, kickin' butt.|You know, being Fran.

Oh, nicely done.

- Thank you, Mary.|- You're welcome.

You wanna keep it?

Sure.

Wow, it's a nice day.

I agree with you|about the small wedding.

That's the way I'd do it too.

Papa.

How nice to see you.

Where's my father?

He's out buying the balloons|for Burt's birthday party.

Tell him I was here.

Wait, Mary.

Are you mad with me?

Yes...

I'm mad at you.

You told my father|we were engaged.

He tried to measure me|for a wedding dress.

What is the matter with you?|You never listen.

Massimo, we are not going to|be together like that. Okay?

- And why are you in my father's house?|- I am sorry. I will leave you alone.

From now on, I'll no longer bother you.|We will be just friends.

Oh, you think we can be friends|just like that?

I want to apologize|for any madness I caused you.

Is this a trick?

No tricks.|I'm very serious.

I just want for us to be|buddy-buddy.

I promise you.

Do you have plans for dinner?

As a friend, I want to|make for you a wonderful...

American dish.

Sit. I will start.

That's your specialty?|Instant macaroni and cheese?

It is a low-budget wonder.

Already today,|I've eaten three boxes.

Nothing like|a well-balanced diet.

- You remind me so much of your mother.|- You don't remember my mother.

Yeah, I remember your mother.

She had the same big smile...

and the same dark hair.

She had no nail on her little fiinger.|I don't remember why.

A brick fell on it when she was little.|It never grew back.

You see?|We have much history together.

I guess we sort of do.

You look like|you have much on your mind.

Not at all.

Well, we're friends...

and friends listen when friends|are not feeling so good...

so please to tell me.

There's nothing to tell.

I thought I could control everything,|and I can't.

I met someone who I thought was--

Well, he's not.

Did you ever like somebody,|but the timing was off?

Way off?

You feel things|you should not be feeling?

I'm not making any sense.

You make much sense.

You long for him|the way I long for you.

I don't want you to think--

I want to tell you something.

You need to learn patience.

Love can't always be perfect.

Love is just love.

My mom used to say that.

Your mother was a very wise woman.

Eat.

We'll start with camellias as a base,|and anything else that jumps out at you.

- Let me know.|- Okay.

Roses.

Wreaths.

We don't need any more statues.

How about this beauty?

Interesting.

This is called a bleeding heart...

the offiicial funeral fower|of Tibet.

I knew I'd be good at this.

I'll take|some Slit-My-Wrists-Susans...

and we'll be ready.

How'd you guys meet?

- Me and Fran?|- Yeah.

College.

She was in one of your classes?

No, she was a bookie, actually.

- Fran was a bookie?|- Yeah, she was.

She single-handedly established...

this underground gambling ring|at UC Berkeley...

took bets on every sporting event|imaginable, ran numbers...

and even hosted a Vegas night|at her sorority house.

- You're lying.|- No, that was Fran.

- Orchids? does that work?|- Yeah, orchids would work.

Okay.

Yeah, she was the coolest.

I was the bookworm, she was|the wild child, and she picked me.

- Thank you.|- Enjoy.

- How about cabbage?|- My God.

- What's the matter?|-Just hide me.

- Mary, what are you doing?|- don't say my name!

Oh, my God.

You okay?

I found it.

Hi. How you doing?|I'm Steve Edison.

Keith Richmond.|My wife Wendy.

Nice to meet you, Wendy.

So, how do you all know each other?

- It's a long story.|- Oh, let me tell it.

It's really a funny story.

See, Keith...

was my fiance.

And Wendy was|his high school girlfriend.

On the night of our rehearsal dinner,|I found them making out.

In my car.

I think that covers|all the high points.

Did I leave anything out?

- You all right?|- Yeah.

This home?

You wanna go up?

All right? You okay?

Jezebel was the only queen in the Bible|to be eaten by dogs.

- Did she fall down in the street?|- That's yours.

Hang on. Hang on.

- Mr. and Mrs. Wilfred Barber.|- No, it's not that one.

Nancy Pong.

Who is it?

Nancy Pong? 2C?

- Yes.|- Nancy, would you buzz us in, please?

It's Mary Fiore, 7H.

Who?

You don't know me.

We haven't met because...

I'm a control freak...

and I don't have time for people.

But if you ever need|to borrow a cup of sugar...

I can't help you...

'cause I don't have time to shop.

I wanna go home.

We are home.

We're just out on the porch.

All right?

He's married...

and they're gonna have a baby.

And he looked good.

No, he didn't.

- No, he really didn't.|- He did.

Hold it there, please. Thank you.|Here we go. We're in.

-I don't know him.|-I know, but he'll hold the door for us.

Come here. Here we go.|Stand up.

Hold that position. Here we go.

We got your beer, we got your purse,|we got you, we got your keys.

Hi there.|Here we go.

This is somebody that lives|in the same building. Thank you.

Are you Nancy Pong?

Okay, a little bit more.

A little fire.

Medium well.

You really don't think|he looked good?

Oh, no.|He looked old.

You know?

Unhappy and fat.|He put on a couple pounds.

Be quiet.

He said they were just friends...

but deep down, I knew better.

I was just a stand-in.

A poor man's Wendy.

She threw my bridal shower for me.

She even took time to freeze mint leaves|and raspberries in ice cubes.

That should've tipped me off|right there.

She was trying too hard.

Jerk.

It's a good thing I didn't marry him.

But most of the time I think...

I just wasn't enough.

No, no, no, you're wrong.

And another thing.

This Wendy...

she's nothing but a poor man's Mary.

It's getting late.

I'd better go.

I'll walk you to the door.

- That's all right. Stay there.|- No, it's okay.

- Wait.|- Take your time. You all right?

Thanks for tonight.|I know that I was a mess.

No, you weren't a mess.

A little bit.

Shut up.

- You gonna be okay?|- Yeah.

Two aspirin, a lot of water,|sleep, and a beer in the morning.

That's the cure.

- Good night, Mary.|- Good night.

You ever think about|that night in the park?

What?

I barely know you.

I don't know your dad's first name.

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