Angie Page #4

Promise me we're not gonna turn out

like Tina and Jerry, okay?

Tell me we're special.

We're special, baby.

You make us special.

I know that.

But enough's enough. Angela, I mean,

you can be special and normal too.

A house, a crib,

a nice normal life.

I mean, I can't wait.

Can you, huh?

Oh, boy.

- Pop.

- Hi, Ange.

I've got some good news.

Me and Vinnie are gonna get married.

- You and Vinnie?

- We're gonna have a baby.

You're havin' a baby?

Ahh!

Oh, I'm so pleased!

That's fantastic!

Hey, come here! She's going to get

married. She's having a baby.

- It's a breast pump!

- You are gonna thank me for this.

Let's make a toast

to the baby.

To the baby.

You're gonna love it, Angie,

the whole thing.

- It's the most beautiful experience

a woman can have. - Damn straight!

Except for the water retention.

My hands swelled up so much...

I had to go to a jeweler

to get my rings cut off.

Forget the hands. How 'bout the way

your breasts swell up?

- I leaked so bad, I ruined 12 blouses.

- Oh, my God.

That stuff,

it doesn't come out.

Stop it! You'll give her nightmares

for the next seven months.

- It really is a beautiful experience.

- Of course it is.

Oh, I'm...

When I was born, my mother, she pushed so

hard she had a B.M. right there on the table.

Ah, I'm gonna uh...

I gotta take a walk.

- Angie, don't listen to them.

- I'm sorry!

So, when are you gonna

start gettin' big?

You're gonna look so sexy

when you get some meat on your bones.

Hey, look, baby names.

Will I be sexy when my breasts are leakin' and

I'm having bowel movements on the table?

- What?

- Nothing.

What about Joey or Johnny

if it's a boy? Johnny or Jimmy?

Or Debbie if it's a girl?

For those

you need a book?

For instance, all right?

What about Marie

after my grandmother?

The woman who said I was a slut, who'd chew

your heart up and spit it on the pavement!

It's just her way,

all right?

- How come we never go to a museum?

- Don't start with that.

It's a nice day out.

I don't wanna think about a museum.

These pictures ain't so hard. You

can see people in 'em and everything.

That broad needs

to get laid.

Come on, fatty,

I'll buy ya a Carvel.

- Pop? - Hi, Ange. I called before.

You weren't home.

- Come in.

- How ya doin'?

- I'm all right. How are you?

- Good, good, good.

- What's in the box?

- A present.

- Yeah?

- Open it.

- A wedding dress.

- You ain't bought one yet, have you?

- No.

- Oh, good.

It's the one your mother wore

the day she married me.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, Pop!

- Isn't it beautiful?

Here. Look at

the rest of it.

- Look at all these beads.

- Whoa!

Angie, now that

is a wedding dress!

Excuse me, Frank.

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