Think Like a Man Too Page #12

I'm a week late.

You having a baby?

Possibly.

- Possibly?

- I've been stressed,

so that can totally throw it off.

Are you possibly having our baby?

Is our Halle-Tiger-Jeter baby

possibly in there right now?

Is my baby having my baby?

Okay.

No matter what, I never

want us to stop being us.

Deal.

In relationships, you score when you

relax your demands on your spouse

and yourself.

I should be talking to somebody,

calling somebody, using

my connections, something.

You got a lot of those.

When were you gonna

tell me, Lauren,

about this big promotion

in New York City?

I saw it on television, Lauren.

Dominic, they were not supposed

to release anything until...

Well, it got leaked.

Okay, baby. I can explain.

You took a job in New York

City without talking to me?

Dominic, it's complicated.

Yeah, it is complicated.

I got a job offer, too, Lauren.

What?

Chef Cotillard asked me to be the new

sous chef in the restaurant he's opening.

That could jumpstart your career.

- I was going to turn it down.

- Why would you do that?

'Cause it's in Vegas.

And the woman I love

and I wanna spend the rest of my

life with lives in Los Angeles.

And I just didn't think there was

anything more important than that.

- I can't go through this again.

- Dominic, stop.

I turned down the job, too.

What?

I called Lee Fox back and I

told him I couldn't accept it.

Why?

Let's see.

Well, the second reason

is because the man I love

and want to spend the rest

of my life with lives in LA.

What's the first?

I love his cooking.

Sacrificing to make

your relationship work

is as sweet as an off-balance

fadeaway at the top of the key.

I do it all the time.

The jumpshot, that is.

Well, for Zeke it wasn't

going to be that easy.

He was up against

a full-court press.

Nobody likes a trap.

Mya.

I've been texting you, calling you.

You couldn't just let

me know you were okay?

I needed some space.

You know, Mya, I've been

doing a lot of thinking.

Yeah, Zeke. I've been doing

a lot of thinking, too.

Please, let me get

this off my chest.

I want us to be together.

But you weren't honest with me about

your past. Come on, you know it.

Okay, I give you that. But

let me just explain why.

I already know why. It's the

whole "Zeke the Freak" thing.

You just can't let it go.

No, Mya, it's everybody else who

can't let it go. Okay, I admit,

it's childish and it has been part

of my identity for way too long.

But, Mya, I am so past that. You...

- Oh, sh*t. This water's cold.

- What are you doing?

Listen, I learned

something about myself.

I'm not that guy anymore. I don't

wanna be that guy anymore, Mya.

I know who I wanna be.

And who's that, Zeke?

I wanna be your husband.

And why now?

Mya, I have known for a while

that I can give myself to you

completely, no

hesitation, without regret.

I've just been waiting for

the right moment to ask you.

Will you please

marry me?

Is that an... That's an answer?

- Yes.

- Yes?

Yes, yes.

Yes!

Oh, my gosh.

It's beautiful.

You know, there's a bridge on the

other side that you could have used.

You score by understanding

that you can't move forward

until you both let go of the past.

You hear that, Gail?

Let the sh*t go!

Michael?

I am looking for my son.

He's down at the concierge,

still looking for venues.

You know, Candace, maybe

this is for the best.

Sometimes we have to read

the signs in our lives.

Now if you really loved

my son you'd go back there,

finish packing and set him free.

I am ending this conversation

right now, Miss Loretta,

because if I say another

word, we will both regret it.

You got that right.

Both will regret it.

What was that?

How dare you talk to

my fiance like that?

Who do you think you're

talking to, Michael Hanover?

I have no idea.

I would say that you're

my mom, a woman that I love

and admire more than anyone else,

but I don't know who this woman is.

Because this mean, vindictive

person that you are right now,

that's not the

woman that raised me.

And what you need to do right now

is you need to walk into that

room and apologize to Candace.

You know damn well I'm not

gonna go in there and apologize.

Fine.

But please be clear, you're no

longer invited to our wedding.

I love that woman

and I'm gonna marry her

whether you like it or not.

It had to be said.

True.

And, baby, I respect and love you so

much for standing up for me like that.

But I can't marry you, Michael.

Not like this.

Baby, this is no way to

start a life together.

What are you saying?

You have to go in there and

apologize to your mother right now.

Hell, no. She should

be apologizing to you.

Why are you defending her?

Because I am a mother, Michael,

and I love my son more

than anything in the world,

and I can't even imagine

the pain I would feel

if Duke told me I wasn't

invited to his wedding.

So you know what?

She may never like me.

She may never think that I am

good enough for her son but,

what mother does?

She has her flaws, Michael, yes.

But she is the reason

that you have become

the man that you are

and the man that I love so much.

But she should still

be apologizing to you.

She won't, Michael.

She is a proud woman.

Which means it is your place

to walk in there and say...

I'm sorry.

I was out of line.

You're right, Candace.

I never thought you were

good enough for my son.

Until now.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

When you insist on the right

way instead of your own way

nine times out of 10, you score.

That's the thing about Vegas.

When you're up, you're up, and

when you're down, you are down.

Brought you a little pick-me-up

before you leave, sir.

Not in the mood, Declan. I messed

up. I messed up big this time.

I had one job to do.

"Cedric, can you be my best

man?" Couldn't even do that right.

Even though I wasn't really asked like

that, the point is I was the best man.

Instead of providing a good

time, I messed up a great time.

The bachelor party,

the after-party.

That's nice. Prison.

- The pillow, sir?

- I like the color.

Please don't take the lamp.

Everything is my...

It's all my fault.

Well, I can't deny you've been

a bit of a silly-billy, sir,

but we British believe it's

always darkest before the dawn.

Now, speaking of dark,

have you thought

about a night wedding?

You know, when you've worked

in this hotel as long as I have,

you get to know

every nook and cranny,

and there is one picturesque little

spot that I've always thought that

if ever there was to be a Mrs.

Declan, I would tie the knot there.

I do believe that I might

be able to arrange something.

- Really?

- Perhaps you'd like to call your friends

and tell them not to

leave quite so soon.

And in the meantime,

I've got some magic to work, sir.

- Declan, you dog.

- Woof, woof, sir.

And just like that,

I was back in the game.

The best man with

the game-saving plan.

Because the institution of marriage

is not to be entered into

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