Wedding Bells Page #3

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Thank you.

Thank you so much.

I guess we should

head back?

See you tomorrow.

-Okay.

-Good luck.

Not a scratch

on my car, okay?

Drive safe.

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This isn't, like,

a more elaborate version

of locking us

on the balcony, is it?

[laughing]

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[microwave beeps]

What are those?

Dinner.

Gross.

You want some?

Totally.

Pizza bites! Mm.

Ugh. I'm not

eating that.

I'm gonna make

something else.

Suit yourself.

I'm going upstairs.

We'll figure it out

one of these days.

Don't wait too long.

Dads don't last forever.

I lost my folks

too early.

I'm sorry

to hear that.

What are you making?

Chili.

It's the best

I could do

until I can get

to a market.

Luckily,

my mom taught me

how to improvise

in the kitchen.

She used to be

able to make

the most amazing things

outta absolutely

nothing at all.

I would've given anything

to have a mom like that.

Your mom didn't cook?

Can you give me the salt?

Yeah, well, she did,

but all she made

my entire childhood

was diet food.

My therapist said

she was trying

to spare me the pain of being

a chunky kid like she was,

but there wasn't a day

that I wasn't hungry

for something real.

Uh-uh-uh! No.

Sorry.

That would explain

your fondness for comfort food.

What about your dad?

He was smart.

He stayed out with his buddies

for dinner

most of the time.

When he was home,

all they did was fight.

You know, I never once

saw them

hold hands or kiss,

or even hug each other.

That's probably for the best.

How can you say that?

Can you get me the, uh,

spicy chili oil, please?

Um...

Uh-uh. No, no, no.

No, this one.

Oh, hey, um, what were you

thinking for the hors d'oeuvres?

Uh... I don't know,

I'm not sure.

Hey.

Maybe we could make

some dishes for the wedding

from your mom's recipes.

I mean, didn't she cook for

big groups of people every day

when the inn was open?

No, no, no, no.

Not-- Not those.

I...

I can't cook my mom's recipes.

I mean, I can

cook my mom's recipes,

I just I... I don't.

We might be the worst

two people in history--

[Overlapping]:

...To plan a wedding.

Yeah.

Yeah, you might

be right.

[Charlie]:

Got your room ready.

I love it.

Yeah.

Sheets are pretty good.

Clarissa was always

going on and on

about thread counts,

pillow tops,

and all that.

I never cared about

that stuff.

I had what I needed.

Charlie...

What?

Are you sure you're okay

with us fixing up the place

for the wedding?

Why wouldn't I be?

Well, it's just...

I'm sure every room

holds a lot of memories for you.

Just leave the kitchen

the way it is.

That's all I ask.

I will.

Yeah. Bathroom's down

the end of the hall,

on the left.

You're the only one using it.

Nick's room

is on the opposite end.

Charlie?

Hmm?

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Thanks.

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Snoop much?

Sorry. I thought

this was the bathroom.

This is the cutest thing

I've ever seen.

Well, it's just

a bunch of stupid

ol' recipes

that I made up

as a kid.

[chuckles]

Okay. Cookies,

sugar balls...

Sugar balls?

Yeah.

Stick of butter rolled into

a ball, and dipped in sugar.

Did you eat that?

Yes, I did...

Once.

[laughs]

Mm!

Can you make me "Nick's

Famuss Chocklit-Chip Cookies?"

No. No way.

Oh! Why not?

You got the tools

here and everything.

Because the main ingredient...

is chicken.

No, it's not.

I'm gonna go ahead

and cancel that order.

Good idea.

Uh, actually,

if you're interested

in cookies,

you might want...

to try these.

Mm. Those look delicious.

They are delicious,

and you can barely taste

the chicken, so...

[chuckling]

That there

is my first spatula.

Really?

Yeah. Learned to cook

with that.

And it's hidden away

up here?

It should be

on display somewhere.

Like a ballplayer's

first glove.

Oh, come on.

I'm hardly Derek Jeter.

It's just a...

you know, it's a spatula.

That's why you've held

onto it all these years?

Let it inspire you.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Well...

[sets book down]

I should probably go.

Yeah. Of course.

Uh...

Second door on the left.

Uh, the other left.

Yeah.

There you go.

-'Night!

-'Night.

[birds singing]

Nick?

Charlie?

Anyone?

Wow.

Somebody went shopping.

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Not burnt...

Good start.

[Nick]:
Hey, Snoopy.

Oh. Hi.

I see you made my mom's

"Country Baked Omelette".

-Hope that's okay.

-Yeah.

I figured

I could probably make it

without messing it up too much.

Well, it smells

exactly the same.

Do you want to try it?

I'll try it and see.

Oh, no! It's terrible,

isn't it?

It's exactly

how I remembered it.

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[footsteps]

Hey, so I talked

to my guy in New York

and the food'll be here

in a couple days.

That's great.

Yeah.

Can I show you

what I've been working on?

Sure.

All right.

"Upscale Vintage Farmhouse."

You see?

It's classy... yet comfortable.

What's wrong with it?

It's perfect.

Actually, I was thinking

that we would modernize the inn.

You know, bring in

some more metal

and glass,

maybe some stone...

That would ruin the whole vibe

of the place.

No, no, no, no, no.

It'd be calming.

It'd be more refined.

Minimalist.

"Less is more,"

you know?

So basically, "One Quail Egg

on a Plate:
The Hotel"?

If the egg is done right,

then yes.

That is what I do.

Okay,

how about this?

You go work

on your idea,

I'll work on mine,

and we'll let

Amy and James decide

if they want

a quail egg

or a lobster roll.

Oh, suddenly,

the wedding is in Maine?

Just go over there.

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[phone vibrates]

Amy! What's going on?

We were just about to leave

and the lawyers called us back.

There's more going on

than we realized,

and my mom is a mess.

It's okay, Amy,

don't worry about it.

Stay there and take care of her.

We've got this covered.

But we haven't

picked a style yet.

Well, you can do it from there.

So you get

the idea, right?

"Upscale Vintage

Farmhouse..."

The cake...

the roses and chairs.

It's elegant...

but traditional.

Molly, I love it.

Except...

[Hushed]:
Come on!

My menu concept doesn't

really gel with that.

I was picturing a version

of what I do in the city.

Simple, clean, elegant.

I said "elegant" first.

And I think that

we should incorporate

those modern elements

into the style

of the wedding itself.

He has a point.

I don't know,

what do you think?

You decide.

It's your special day.

Isn't it yours, too?

Of course, but...

I'd be fine getting

married by Elvis

at a drive-thru.

[laughs]

[phone chimes]

It's my dad.

I really have

to talk to him.

That's fine, just tell us

which style you like.

What about both?

B... [scoffs] Both?

[words catching]

How are we supposed

to do that?

I'm really sorry,

Molly, I have to go.

I know whatever you do,

it'll be amazing.

[chat-end alert chimes]

[weary sighing]

Now what do we do?

Well, you heard the bride.

She wants both.

"Minimalist Modern

Vintage Farmhouse"?

That's not even

a real thing.

Yeah. I know.

I was joking.

But, clearly, she

liked mine better, so...

[scoffs] No.

Amy said she loved mine.

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