The Wedding Banquet Page #2

you're practically middle-aged.

F*** you!

- Let me check this out. Education, right?

- Yes.

- She must have a Ph.D.

- No, two Ph. Ds.

One in Physics.

- And she should be an opera singer.

- And 6 feet tall.

Let's not go overboard.

She's Chinese, after all.

- And she should speak five languages.

- Good.

You're right.

It's kind of stupid, all these lies.

But I'm used to it.

- I got you a little present.

- Me? Why?

Shut up and open it.

For the busy entrepreneur.

Go ahead, try it.

Hello.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Yeah. But if I sell it to the S-Corporation...

and they reappraise the building,

it'll kill me at tax time.

Fax this to Chow.

Okay, I'll sign it if you say so.

But if it costs me,

it's coming out of your salary.

Boss, Miss Wei Wei called

complaining about the heat.

Heat? What heat?

It's June.

Son, you must be surprised

to get another cassette so soon.

I have good news.

Your singles club

found a near match for you.

She's 5" 8" tall...

and although she only has

one doctorate degree...

she is also an opera singer...

and she speaks five languages.

Dad and I are going to give you a surprise.

We're flying her to New York

so you can meet her.

Her name is Wu Ren Ren,

but everyone calls her Little Sister Mao.

She'll be staying

with her cousin in New York...

and will arrive in two weeks.

Please pick her up at the airport.

Aren't you excited? We are.

I'm exhausted. Sorry to put you out.

Sister Mao, how's your dad, Mr. Mao...

I mean Mr. Wu.

He's fine, thank you.

You have your cousin's address?

Of course! I'm not a kid.

I know.

Sister Mao, your luggage is so heavy!

Why didn't you use cargo?

I did! Half the stuff here

is for you from your mother.

I'm sorry.

I'll buy you dinner tonight for that.

So heavy!

Where's your car?

First time in America?

No. I sang at the San Francisco Opera

for two years.

Opera, yes.

- Are you a fan?

- Yes. Pavarotti.

Nothing.

The service here is lousy.

So, you've met my parents?

Your mom.

Your dad was still in the hospital.

Hospital? When?

About two weeks ago. He had a stroke.

Didn't you know?

No, nobody told me.

I'm sorry. Me and my big mouth.

Your mom probably

didn't want you to worry.

No. Thanks for letting me know.

Your mom told me that when they took him

in the ambulance...

there was a huge traffic jam.

He was in pain, really suffering.

She thought he was going to die...

but he hung on...

for one last wish.

What wish?

To hold his grandchild.

He'll be fine, don't worry.

May I take your order?

Wei Wei, you got a new job?

What's it to you?

This is Miss Wu. Just arrived from Taipei.

She's an opera singer.

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