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STEVE: I can't believe Nat and Joan

are getting married. BRANDON: You know,

you'd think Joanie would have a little more

recent picture of her daughter than this.

Well, I think she does, but they're all

packed away in Nat's moving boxes.

Oh, what a princess.

What is she, about 22 years old now?

And a theater and dance major.

Well, you could always put a bag over her head. Easy, Sanders.

This is Joanie's daughter here.

She's a class act. Hold the sign up, will ya?

It's up. It's up. Attaboy.

Hi.

Hello. Hi.

One of you must be Steve,

and one of you must be Brandon, right?

Right. Right.

I'm Lily.

And I guess I'm all yours.

(Steve sighs happily)

So, who's gonna take me to the beach?

I am dying to go body surfing.

We do have time, don't we?

Uh, I told Clare I'd meet her

at the dress shop. (laughing)

Clare... your girlfriend?

Clare is his girlfriend, yes.

So,

I guess that leaves you and me.

I guess you're right.

Oh, I only brought carry-on luggage.

You know, a bikini, shorts, tank top,

that sort of thing.

Mom said it's been really hot here.

Yes, it has been hot.

Hot, hot.

And getting hotter. (clears throat)

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Hi.

What, uh...

what's going on?

Uh, well, uh, Mel and Jackie are back,

so I'm done watching the condo,

and I'm not planning on staying in that dorm again.

So, you're... you're moving?

Where?

Mark's place.

Mark?! Mark Reese?

You're moving to the Hollywood Hills?

Yeah. And...?

No, no, nothing.

That's great; I hear his place is pretty cool.

Yeah, the rent's a little steep, but, uh...

I should be okay once I get another directing assignment.

Yeah, well, are we still on

to shoot Nat and Joan's wedding video tomorrow?

(chuckling)

Look, Donna, I-I don't do weddings anymore.

David, we agreed.

Yeah, we also agreed on a partnership, remember?

Things change.

Yeah, I guess so.

Look, I talked to Nat, and he understands.

He's just gonna have his cousin shoot it.

No, no, I still want to do it.

Fine, then talk to Nat.

And-and your camera?

The good one-- can I still borrow that?

Yeah.

Here's my address, all right?

When you want it, just come pick it up.

Gee, thanks.

You're welcome.

Come on, sweetheart, you gotta eat something.

Nat, I don't have

room to eat-- look at me.

You look beautiful.

Beautiful, yeah.

I've gone from Joanie to Jonah the whale.

(chuckles) Two more weeks, hon.

Just two more weeks.

Hang in there.

Yeah.

DONNA: Hey, you two.

Hi, Donna. Hi.

Oh, Joan, you look beautiful.

NAT: See, I'm not

alone here.

Oh, Nat, listen.

I have video rights on your wedding,

so don't make other arrangements.

I'm taping it, okay?

Okay, my darling, you got it.

Okay. Stay well.

Thank you, Donna.

Oh, I just know I'm forgetting something here.

No, Joan, don't you worry.

Everything is covered.

Val's ordered the champagne and the centerpieces.

Kelly's got the wedding cake.

Steve's in charge of Nat's tux.

And I've got your dress.

Clare!

Hey, Steve, where's Lily?

Brandon took her to the hotel.

She wanted to freshen up first.

Oh, my precious angel.

I can't wait to see her.

At least one of my three kids

could make it, though.

It was sweet of her

to take time away from her dance company.

She hates to fly, you know.

How did she look?

Oh, she looked fine.

KENNY: Oh, this is nice.

Who got you this?

I treated myself.

Oh, you did? Mm-hmm.

That's good.

It's good to treat yourself.

I know.

So, can we talk a little business now?

I'm all ears.

All right-- first off,

I know I can get more seating in here.

And then I'm gonna computerize the bar.

That's good.

There's no sense pouring profits down the drain.

Right. Well, once that's done,

we'll book some name acts, do a full marketing blitz,

and then sell the place while it's hot.

Uh-uh.

Uh-uh?

Mm-mm.

What's that in English?

Uh-uh, from the Latin "uh-uh," meaning "shortsighted."

I think you've got something here, Val,

a potential franchise.

You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not kidding.

I got an instinct about these things;

the same instinct that told me

to put together the Wild Wings chicken franchise,

which went public last year.

Wild Wings-- that was you?

Mm-hmm, you got it.

It made a lot of investors very happy--

investors that I can go back to with new business,

maybe your business.

Why should the House of Blues get all the action?

God, you are so confident.

And why shouldn't I be?

You really think we got something here?

Yes, I do.

Then how do we proceed?

As always in business--

carefully...

and discreetly.

I agree.

Mmm... not bad.

What more could you want?

Well, for starters, a shower.

Oh.

(laughing): Sorry... I'm not very modest.

(chuckles)

Oh, my,

he's blushing.

Now he's even more adorable.

I'm gonna, um... I'm gonna go and, um, ge-get some ice

or something.

Maybe you should just, uh... kick back and relax,

and if you don't like what you see, you can always look away.

What's not to like?

So, uh, your mother tells me you're a dancer.

Ballet, right?

Well, it's true I was trained

in the classical tradition.

Are you a patron of the arts?

Me? Well, uh, yeah, I'd like to think so.

(quiet, sultry laugh)

JIMMY: Now, you may ask yourself:

is the hand really quicker than the eye?

Now, where is your heart?

Has anybody seen Doug's heart

lying around here?

Huh? Show me. Where?

Ah...

Nada! You snooze, you lose.

Here, Dougie.

Here it is, Dougie.

Found it.

Right where it belongs.

Hal, I can finish up.

You go join the others.

That's all right.

No, come on, this is my job.

You should go enjoy yourself.

Get off your feet. You'll feel better.

Hmm, will I?

They say that laughter is the best medicine.

You people come and go.

And I'm just going.

MARK: Listen, I'm not going to press you

for first, last and security and all that stuff.

So, uh, just split everything down the middle with me,

except for your phone bill, and we'll be cool, okay?

Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.

No prob.

I think you're going to like it here, man.

Absolutely. It's pretty cool, huh?

Mm-hmm.

You know what I was thinking?

We could cover an entire month's expenses

if you let me use this as a location.

Really? I think that can be arranged.

That is if, uh, my neighbors can be in the video.

Trust me, they're beautiful.

No problem.

(indistinct crowd chatter)

Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to Joanie's daughter Lily.

Lily, this is Donna Martin and Clare Arnold.

Hi. Hi, Lily. It's nice to meet you.

You, too. My mom went on and on about you guys. Hi.

Really? Have you seen her yet? Mom?

Oh, yeah. All of her.

My God, she's so big! I can't get over it.

You guys, this is gorgeous.

Thanks.

LILY: Do you guys need any help?

Oh, yeah, sure. The more, the merrier.

STEVE: Clare! What?

Where do you want this? Leave it there.

I'll be over in a sec.

Spumante?

Yeah-- Val tried for French stuff,

but Nat insisted on bubbly

from the old country.

Well, it is his wedding. You know what?

We really dropped the ball on his bachelor party.

Don't make any plans tonight, okay?

Let's see if we can get into some kind of debauchery.

Can't; I'm babysitting the maid of honor.

Oh.

STEVE: Tough job.

BRANDON: Yeah.

So what's her story, anyway?

I'll let you know.

What's your story?

I'll let you know that, too.

(lilting) Sh... ah!

(laughs)

What are you looking at?

The canopy. The canopy.

Hmm. Clare, you did a stellar job.

It looks great. Mm-hmm.

It's beautiful. Thanks. Hmm.

It's about the closest

you'll ever see me come to getting married.

What does that mean?

Just what I said.

I'm never getting married.

Oh, get out of here.

If you insist. (clears throat)

Very clever, Arnold.

I know what this is.

You're using your reverse feminine psychology

on me, aren't you?

What?! Oh, please.

If you say you're never getting married,

you think that I'm gonna feel challenged

and change my mind about never wanting to get married.

That's it, isn't it?

Oh, you feel the same way?

I didn't say that.

Well, what are you saying then?

I'm just saying never say never; that's all.

Boy, you're really throwing me a curve, Clare.

I don't get what the big deal is.

Are we getting married tomorrow?

No. Well, then... (snorts)

And there she goes.

Nice, huh? (sighs)

Go figure.

Eh, my advice is, give her... 25 years.

(grunts)

(indistinct crowd chatter, seagull cawing)

Okay, these are the rest of the centerpieces.

They need to be refrigerated, so, can you put them

with the champagne for the wedding party?

Sure. Great. Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

(speaking quietly)

Kenny, hi.

Hello.

Hi. I'm Valerie Malone.

You must be Diane.

I'm your husband's new client.

Hello.

Jim Walsh sent her over to me.

She owns the Peach Pit After Dark.

DIANE: Oh! Oh, right.

That nightclub on Pico.

Correction. The Money Pit.

Although Kenny's given the place a new lease on life.

We're already talking about a franchise.

Mm-hmm.

Really?

He's been a savior.

Well, he does love his work.

And I just love your tennis bracelet.

Thank you. Beautiful.

Your son's adorable.

Michael? Here we go again.

Boys-- you've got to watch them all the time.

Nice meeting you.

It was lovely to meet you.

Well, you guys look cozy.

What are you doing, Valerie?

What? We don't have anything to hide, do we?

You guys just go ahead and...

do your thing.

MAN: Throw it over here! Hey, Donna.

How's it going? Hey, Mark.

Hey, I didn't see you come in. Hi.

Hey. Sorry, I...

guess I should have called first.

Uh, yeah.

Ah, hey, here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Looks like you've made yourself at home.

Yeah, right?

(chuckles)

Here you go.

Wouldn't want to erase all your fun and games.

Huh. Thanks.

Here.

Well, guess I'll, uh,

see you tomorrow at the wedding.

(indistinct chatter)

Can I get you anything?

You mean, besides a conscience?

What?

I never seem to play this game without cheating.

Why is that?

In the end, it always catches up with you, anyway.

So I noticed Hal was his usual

charming self with you this morning.

I guess I was out of line.

I'd argue that.

I can't really blame him.

I'm not in his shoes, you know?

But you're here,

a volunteer.

You know, I'm sure you had a slew

of field electives to choose from.

What prompted you to pick a death house?

"A death house"?

That's a little harsh.

Obviously your sense of humor hasn't sunk as low as mine.

You were saying?

Why did I come here?

Well, I've asked myself that

over a hundred times.

But, uh, well, at first,

I thought it must be out of some

insidious need to punish myself.

For what?

Past sins.

Ah... punishing God complex.

Right.

But then, things sort of flip-flopped,

and, uh... I don't know...

Somehow I thought that working here

could be life-affirming.

To be honest with you,

I don't know what I'm doing here.

May I make a suggestion?

Stop rationalizing it.

Just do the gig for course credit.

Simple enough?

Yeah. Try to keep it simple

with the residents around here, too.

Don't coddle them.

Just, uh, do what needs to be done

and be mindful.

Mindful. Right.

Look at us.

You're dusting

and I'm waxing philosophical.

How about a game

of gin rummy? Sure.

(watch beeping)

(sighs)

Medication time.

Let's see what's on the menu today, shall we?

The usual mix: antiretrovirals,

painkillers,

antidepressants and-- aha!

My favorite.

Trimethoprim.

Yummy.

You know, I have to say,

you look a lot healthier

than the rest of the people here.

Just another one of my marvelous illusions, love.

How far down the road are you?

Some nights, I actually see

the light at the end of the tunnel.

Cut the cards.

Let's deal.

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BRANDON: This is where your friend works, huh? Yep.

Wow!

Look at this place.

They only hire the cream of the crop here.

Come on.

Thyra said she was dancing on the main floor.

Hold on a second.

You're not a ballerina, are you?

Well, let's put it this way:

I've never danced Swan Lake,

but I'm pulling in five grand a month as Tiger Lily.

"Tiger Lily"?

Let me guess.

Your mother has no idea.

Not a clue, and I'd appreciate it

if you would keep it between us.

Come on, let me buy you a drink.

All righty.

Not bad, is she?

Ah, no.

Maybe I can pick up a few moves.

Come on, let's get out of here. What?

(sighs)

Too late, we're busted.

This wasn't your idea, okay? Brandon.

Just let me do the talking.

NAT: Brando! This is, uh,

the last place I expected to run into you two.

Hi, Nat. Small world, huh?

Pretty small.

I thought this would be a great place

to bring the bachelor for his last night out.

Good choice.

Don't worry about it, Nat.

If I were a guy, I'd take you here myself.

WOMAN: Lily? Thyra!

Oh, my God! You came!

I can't believe it! (squealing)

LILY: You look beautiful.

Are you going to work here?

'Cause you know they're hiring now with full

medical. Really?

Yes! Whoo!

Did she say "work"?

Did she?

Oh, boy.

(knocking) Enter.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you'd be finished.

Mm...!

Looking for something?

Aha, there you are.

My third eye.

Damn thing keeps disappearing.

It's got a mind of its own, you know.

Ha-ha.

Are you finished?

Patience.

My condition requires that I take small bites,

and that I chew each one 36 times.

Just like Mother told me.

Are you coming by tomorrow?

No, I'm going to a wedding.

I love weddings. Give me details.

Well...

it's some older friends,

Nat Bussichio and Joan Diamond.

She owns a lamp store.

He owns the Peach Pit Cafe in Beverly Hills.

Good pie.

Yes.

How'd they meet?

On some B-movie set

over 25 years ago.

They ended up breaking up.

Her parents didn't approve,

he being Italian, and she being Jewish.

Being Jewish and having been to Italy,

I can assure you, there are Italian Jews.

Sorry. Go on.

Well, last year, some friends of mine reunited them.

And, as it turns out, after all these years,

they still carry a torch for each other.

Oh.

Now they're getting married and she's having

a baby in a couple of weeks.

Mazel tov.

That's incredible.

Yeah.

I was married once.

Really? Well, don't look so surprised.

I'm a very old-fashioned guy, Kelly.

Magic and monogamy, always been my strong suits.

Anyway, he was a...

he was a wonderful man.

Tell me about him.

I will.

(clears throat)

I will.

Some other time.

Right now, I'd love a cup of tea.

Sure.

You know what?

I have a feeling we're gonna be good friends.

I'm sure.

Lifelong pals.

Well, Tiger Lily,

thanks for, um, an interesting evening.

Thank you for the company.

You're welcome.

Do you think that Nat will tell my mother?

It's doubtful.

Then he'd have to explain how he found out, see?

(groans)

God, he's already sounding married.

Mm-hmm.

Tell me something.

I don't understand.

You're obviously not ashamed of what you do,

so why don't you just come clean with your mother about it?

She seems like a pretty cool lady to me. Well, you don't know

my mother.

I mean, in her eyes,

I'm still her precious little angel

and she doesn't want to let go of that.

Besides, now is not the right time

to tell her, with the wedding

and the baby coming and all.

Nah, I guess you're right.

Ah, good night.

Brandon.

You know, most guys, when they find out

that their date is an exotic dancer,

the horns come out, and suddenly,

they have all these expectations.

But not you.

No. You would never expect anything.

No. Never.

That's why we're really going to enjoy this.

(birds singing)

(groans)

VALERIE: Hey. (grunts)

Is Clare up?

Oh, I don't know.

Well, is Clare even here?

No. That I do know.

Well, I thought she was gonna stay here

'cause Joan was gonna stay over at the beach apartment.

Yeah, that was the plan.

You know, Clare's proving

to be very unpredictable these days.

Yeah? Let me ask you something.

Does she seem like the kind of woman

that would never get married?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, those things are kind of unpredictable, you know?

Mm. Sorry I asked.

Mm.

Are we grumpy this morning?

No, we're in detox, okay?

Aspirin.

Bright light! Oh!

(whimpering): Aspirin...!

You know, Brandon didn't come home

last night.

Oh, really.

Yeah. Wasn't he supposed

to be squiring Joan's daughter around last night?

Squiring.

Now there's a good word.

Have you called David yet?

(door opening)

You will.

Okay, well...

Okay. Good-bye.

How bad is it?

Oh, no.

It's just, uh, MZA just officially dropped our contract.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

(sighs)

Ah, I'm fine-- it's just... it's David I'm worried about.

I don't know how he's going to take this.

CLARE: David's

a big boy.

He can take care of himself.

Besides, gotta get organized here.

Yeah, do you think we should wake up Joan?

No, I think we should let her sleep.

I mean, she has a big, big day ahead.

Mm-hmm. KELLY: All right.

I am gonna go to the bakery

Okay, and... and check on the cake.

I'm gonna go pick up some blank videotapes and I'll stop by

the beach club and make sure everything's set up.

All right-- wait-- I thought Valerie was doing that.

Yeah, she is; I... I just give her a hand.

Unless, of course, you'd like to.

No.

Yeah.

(chuckles)

Hey, Bran, wait up.

He shows up for work on his wedding day.

What's with his guy?

Never mind that. God!

Tell me about last night, my friend.

What about last night?

What about last night?

You were supposed to be at Casa Walsh.

You weren't there.

And I assume you were still baby-sitting Lily.

I don't know what to tell you.

It's all kind of a blur, if you know what I'm saying.

A blur! I love a blur! Can you be more specific?

What's with the third degree?

Well, I just am concerned, Bran.

I noticed you're limping.

(laughing)

Nat?

Get him out of here, will you?

Nat?

Nat, come on. It's time to go.

Nat?

Come on, don't-- back off.

I got... I got... I got three orders up here.

BRANDON: Nat, Nat, Nat, Nat!

Nat, listen to me, listen to me.

Work time is over.

Now it's time

to get married.

Now, put down

the spatula, Nat.

Nat,

just put down the...

(Nat groans) I got it!

Willie, take over!

Sure can.

No problem. Willie!

Wait till you see the tux I got for you.

Willie, table six wants their egg sandwich toasted on wheat.

(grunting)

CLARE: Hmm.

I don't know about the pearls.

They're nice, but they kind of look a little Queen Elizabeth-y.

(laughter)

I agree.

What about Grandma's necklace?

Yes, that would work.

Where is it? I'll get it. It's in my bag.

Thank you, Clare.

No problem.

(sighs) Oh!

I'm so glad Nat agreed to a short ceremony.

Nat seems like an agreeable man.

You like him, don't you?

Mom,

he's great.

In fact, I had a long talk with him last night.

You did?

About what?

Oh, about life...

dancing...

to your own beat.

Choices.

And you've made a good one, Mom.

You're following your heart, and that's all that matters.

What do you think about her hair?

Hmm. I don't know.

I-I kind of like it the way it is.

Maybe we should just comb it out a bit?

Oh, the floral!

The headpiece. Right.

I knew something was missing.

It's in the fridge. I'll get it.

It's times like this I miss my own mom.

Nat told me that you lost her

when you were, what, in-in your early teens?

Yeah. Oh.

(sighs)

It's funny.

She used to make such a big deal about my wedding day.

Like it would be some kind of fairy tale.

She even wanted me to marry a prince,

but...

I could never do it, you know?

Not without my mom.

Clare, do you think your mom would want

to deny you a moment like this?

No... it's not that.

JOAN: I wouldn't be surprised

if she's...

looking down at you right now, with my mom...

...wishing you all the love in the world.

Maybe.

Thanks.

Come on.

We're late, we're late

for a very important date.

Oh.

It looks great.

(crowd chatter)

It's a good day for a wedding, huh?

Yeah. Hey.

Hey, guys.

Hi.

Looking dashing, boys, looking dashing.

You know Lily. Sure.

DAVID: Mm-hmm. Hi.

See you guys.

Joan's daughter is pretty striking, huh?

Hey, Deedee, how are you?

Willie, this is Lily.

This is Joan's daughter.

Yes, she's very beautiful.

She and Brandon have been getting along.

You know he didn't come home last night.

(scoffs)

DAVID: Hey, Donna.

Hi.

Got some bad news

this afternoon.

MZA dropped me.

Guess I'm officially a wannabe.

Yeah, they called me this morning.

They called you first?

(scoffs)

Come on, David.

What difference does it make?

None. None, I guess.

Well, would it help if I said I was sorry?

That I know how much it meant to you?

Ah, it's no big deal.

I mean, it's not like they're the only game in town, right?

Well, whatever.

You're on your own now.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Ooh, there he is.

Will everyone gather round, please?

We're about to begin.

Can we call a truce for today?

No truce necessary.

You look beautiful.

You don't look so bad yourself.

Dear friends, we are gathered here

to bear witness to the union

of Joan and Nat.

Their being here

is a testament to love's enduring grace and power.

Its miraculous ability

to transcend time and circumstance,

and its divine insistence

on seeking its rightful destiny.

Nat and Joan's love

has come full circle,

never to be broken again.

And that is what we celebrate here today.

(gasping) Mom?

God! What? What is it?

My water just broke. What?!

That means the baby's coming right now!

What do we do?

We gotta get her to a hospital, huh?

MAN: Coming through!

We need a fetal monitor!

(Joan whimpers) She's crowning.

Contractions are coming on strong.

We don't have time to get her into a room.

Let's get her straight into delivery.

Stop! Stop!

I can't...

I-I won't have this baby

until I'm a married woman.

Excuse me.

Ooh! Ooh.

Nat Bussichio, do you take Joan

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

OFFICIAL: Joan Louise Diamond,

do you take Nat to be your lawfully wedded husband?

Ooh. I sure do.

OFFICIAL: The rings. The rings. BRANDON: The rings!

I have the rings.

(laughs)

Yes...

Let this ring be a sign

of my fidelity and love.

My heart...

...for your heart

forever.

(Joan whimpers) OFFICIAL: By the power vested

in me by the state of California,

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

(applause)

Made it, Joanie.

All the way back.

And then some.

(chuckles)

(yelling)

Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go!

(Joan yelling)

MAN: Come on, folks.

(Joan yelling)

Oh, this is funny.

We're having a wedding reception in a hospital.

Cake's good.

CLARE: Think it's fat-free?

You have to ask?

Thanks.

KELLY: Well, Joan's daughter seems

to be moving quickly.

Well, I think Joan's real proud of her, though.

I want you to know I'm not promiscuous.

Now, what would ever make me think that?

Champagne?

It's a boy.

(all cheering)

NAT: Have a cigar.

But don't light it up in here.

Hey, hey, hey, so what's his name?

How about Steve?

No, it's Francesco, after my father's father,

but you can call him Frankie.

Well, that'll be easier. Yeah.

Ah, is this a great day or what?

So, when do we get to see him?

Yeah, when can Mom have visitors?

Uh, well, she and the baby are in the recovery room.

I'll check on 'em in a bit and, uh...

Ah, to hell with it, give me a drink.

(laughter)

Ah, listen, everybody...

uh, I don't know where to begin here.

Uh, this has been...

today has been a little overwhelming.

Whew.

25 years ago...

...I gave up the idea

of ever having a wife and children to come home to,

and as the years went on,

I got down to believing that I was going to die alone.

But now I know that God sent you guys

to be my guardian angels

because you brought Joanie back to me,

and now I have a wife, a son,

a family.

The circle of life and love is complete.

(voice breaking) You guys will always be

la familia to me.

I love you all so very much.

Salud, thanks.

STEVE: Salud! Salud.

(glass clinking, people whooping)

NAT: Thank you, baby, thanks.

Here, Willie, have a cigar.

You want a cigar?

Yeah... Here-- you got one, too!

Whew!

So, uh, now can I call you Papa?

(chuckles)

Sure, if I can call you Tiger Lily.

(laughs)

STEVE: Clare, wait up.

I gotta go, okay?

Hey, you don't have to go.

We need to talk; come here.

Come here...

Listen...

I know weddings can sometimes be

emotional twisters.

For me, they always

dredge up these buried feelings about my parents' divorce.

Bad feelings.

You know, the kind that just don't go away.

I know.

(sobbing)

The whole time...

I'm thinking my mom's gone.

She's never going to see me get married,

so forget about it.

I know it's stupid.

Hey, no, no,

it's not stupid.

I understand.

It's fear, you know.

(sniffles)

I'm just afraid

that if I really let myself love someone,

I'll just end up losing them.

Like you lost your mom.

Yeah.

(sighs)

But after listening to Nat in there...

I guess you just have to let love lead you.

Otherwise, you'll end up alone, right?

That's what I love about you, Clare.

You're so logical.

(wry laugh)

What do you say we just let...

we just let love lead us?

Lead on.

So, Lily, maybe we should, uh, do this again some time.

Shh, Brandon.

(moans)

It was a delicious weekend.

Mm-hmm, it certainly was, but, uh....

But that doesn't mean that we should pursue a relationship,

does it?

No, it doesn't. (laughs)

Obviously, we have terrific chemistry.

Obviously.

Let me tell you a secret.

I was married once, for about three glorious weeks,

and it did not suit me.

Maybe when I'm my mother's age

I'll reconsider, but, for now, I prefer being a free spirit.

And that you are.

So if you ever make it to Cleveland...

Yeah, and if you ever get back to L.A.--

(both moaning)

(giggling)

Or Arizona, Utah, Colorado,

even Manitoba would work for me.

(whispering): Hello.

(chuckles)

Hi.

What, you don't like surprises?

(sighs)

Well, I'd like a little advance notice.

You're trouble.

And you're playing games.

Games?

Are you or are you not getting a divorce?

I am getting-- Val, I am.

I am getting a divorce,

but it just makes

good fiscal sense

not to give Diane any ammunition beforehand,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Good.

So, what are you doing here?

Uh... came by to look at your books again.

I want to look at last year's P and L

and write up an investors' prospectus.

Well, we went over this.

I sent you copies.

Didn't you get them?

Yeah, I got 'em.

I got just about everything I need.

(chuckles)

Well, so what are you doing here?

Um...

What?

I...

I am falling in love with you, Val.

BRANDON: Gentlemen,

I apologize for my tardiness.

Hey, bud. Hi.

Oh, that's, that's, uh, that's, that's nice.

Thanks, Silver.

DAVID: Yeah, sure.

Where's Nat and Joan?

Oh, they went to get the baby. Oh.

Hey.

I can take over for you, if you want me to.

That's all right; I'm fine.

(sighs)

I've been really on edge lately, with this whole MZA thing.

I don't know up from down anymore.

Well, just know one thing.

I'm not the enemy.

Yeah, I know.

I feel kind of weird being here.

It's kind of like I'm looking into a crystal ball

at my future or something.

Why? What's going on, big fella?

You thinking about settling down, having a family?

Hey, come on, I don't even have a diploma yet.

Well, all right-- first things first.

What about you?

I don't have my diploma either.

You ever think about having a family?

Sure, sure, I guess.

I mean, why are we all here,

unless we find love and pass it on?

Exactly.

Hey, you know, that's a really beautiful thought, Brandon.

Will you marry me?

Now, I know it's a big decision,

but you can take your time.

Don't you touch me. Oh, what, not even a hug?

Hey, look.

(Donna and Steve gasp)

(mouthing words)

Ladies and gentlemen, the Bussichios.

Look, he's even got Nat's nose.

And Joanie's eyes.

Hey, Frankie. Welcome to the world.

DAVID: Right on!

High five! Yeah! Yeah!

There's cake, if anybody wants some.

Hal says thank you, Kelly.

So, how was the wedding?

Full of surprises.

The bride's water broke.

She had a baby.

A birthday and an anniversary all rolled into one.

Lovely. (chuckles)

Did you bring a date?

No.

No?

Why not?

Because I'm not dating.

It's no big deal.

All my friends were there anyway.

Old friends, old enemies.

And which old friend and which old enemy

has you singing the blues?

Are you a magician or a psychic?

Aren't they the same thing?

Well, the best man, Brandon...

(sighs)

He's someone that--

well, things just never came together for us,

and I know we're in completely different orbits and everything,

but seeing him with the maid of honor

hanging all over him at the reception...

Oh...

the best man, maid of honor.

Say no more.

Happens every time.

It got to you, huh?

It was just obvious that there was

something going on between them.

A point which Valerie made sure I was aware of.

And who is Valerie?

(dish clanking)

Valerie is a bitch.

(laughs)

There's usually one in every crowd.

Question:

who are you more upset with--

Brandon, the best man, your friend,

or that bitch Valerie?

Valerie.

You let her win when you let her get to you.

You know that?

Listen to me.

At all costs,

avoid melancholy.

It's an insidious trap.

I can't think of anything worse.

Except AIDS,

of course.

Start loving yourself.

Start loving life.

It's fleeting enough.

Yes, it is, isn't it?