Forces of Nature Page #2

I forgot the rings.

That's not tunny.|No, don't do that.

I torgot the rings, so-

Come on, man! No!

Relax. I'll catch|the next plane.

Son ot a b*tch!

I'll see ya in Savannah.|Hey, I need to go to the city.

- New York! New York City!|- No, I can't.

Don't take|the Van Wyck though.

Hurricane Amanda|is headed for the Southeast coastline.

The eye ot the hurricane is|presently located 200 miles...

east of South Carolina|and Savannah, Georgia.

North, northwest-

Excuse me, folks.

Just the line's movin' forward.

No. Well, I love you.

I love you more.

No, I love you more.

No, you more.

No, I love you more.

Okay, I have to go, because|I just made another passenger nauseous.

Okay?

That's my tiancee.

Goin' down to get married,|so we're a little-

Oh! Jack Bealy,|Snap-On Tools.

Ben Holmes,|scared of tlyin'.

- Yeah, I was married once.|- Yeah?

To me marriage|is just one big lie.

You don't say.

In the morning I had to say,|'Don't be silly, honey.

Your breath is fine.|You smell like a rose. "

Then I had to say, '"No, honey.

I never noticed|that 18-year-old girl...

with the tantastic body and halter top|that delivers our newspaper.

She can't hold|a candle to you...

and the 30 pounds you've put on|since we stopped having sex. "

So when's the wedding day?

May cancel it.|I may have to call back.

I didn't mean to throw a wet towel on ya|with my whole marital disaster tirade.

It's all right. It was a nice story|actually. It was very touching.

- Nice girl?|- Very nice.

As a matter ot fact, I just happen|to have a picture of her right here.

- Wow, what a knockout.|- Yeah, she's beautitul.

- Oh, baby, come to Daddy.|- Well, take it easy, Jack.

What I wouldn't give|for an ass like that.

- Huh? Here we go.|- Hi.

- This is me.|- Really?

Well, this is your|lucky day, sweetheart.

We got just about enough room|tor one ot you, darlin'.

Must be destiny, huh?

- Careful.|- Okay.

- Excuse me.|- Yeah.

- Sorry.|- Hmm?

I was reading what you were writing. My|eye just kind of wandered over. Sorry.

Do you work for Hallmark?

Even if I had seen you looking at it,|that wouldn't bother me.

Well, I don't care either.

I'm absolutely tascinated you|can't admit you saw me reading it.

If I had seen you reading it,|I'd be perfectly happy to admit it.

Then why did you|close your computer?

I'm known to do that|trom time to time.

I'm a rebel. I'll open it,|then I'll close it again just like that.

Don't get next to my fire,|because you'll get burned.

This is not working properly.

Stewardess, this isn't-|Miss? Thank you.

You're a little jumpy|tor a rebel, aren't ya?

My seat belt's|not functioning properly.

He's a scared flier.|Jack Bealy, Snap-On Tools.

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