Because I Said So Page #5

Thank you.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Oh, my God.

Oh, yes.

And the winner is?

Duh. Hands down,

bachelor number 17.

Him?

Yes.

Oh, I don't trust that guy.

That guy was playing you

like a slide guitar.

He was not.

He's a very stable,

responsible, mature young man.

He has empty eyes.

They were not empty. And who am

I supposed to choose anyway, huh?

Who do you think is better?

Me.

What?

I like you.

And I have an odd instinct that I'd

like her too. Maybe I should meet her.

Let me be perfectly honest

with you, okay?

You're a very charming guy,

irresistible, in fact.

And that's why I know you

would be a horrendous choice

because I'm not looking for a

great affair for my daughter.

You know, like, gorgeous musician

who's gonna break her heart.

I'm looking for

a life partner.

That's great. Thanks.

Yeah, no, I love being reduced to a

cultural clich. That's just terrific.

Because only musicians

break people's hearts. Wow.

Uh...

It's not the only place

I have them.

Well, look,

you're a great guy.

I hope you have a great life.

But I have to do

what's best for my daughter.

Yeah, of course you do,

but maybe you don't know

what's best for your daughter.

I beg your pardon?

Maybe you do.

Maybe I do.

Nice to meet you, Daphne.

Pleasure. Pleasure.

Here we are.

Almost here.

Yeah, we've landed. We're

in heaven. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Look. Oh, God.

Mil, look at this.

Mom, it's polka dots. It's so Minnie

Mouse. I don't even know if I like it. Do I?

I'm hearing you hate it.

Me, too.

Oh, please, just try it on.

Why?

Because I said so.

Honey, look,

it might surprise you.

Anyway, you look beautiful in dresses.

In fact, you know what I think?

I think that you should wear it

to that catered affair on Sunday.

To work? Mom,

I spill things all the time.

Oh, come on, just try it on.

All right.

Okay. That's incredible.

It's not really me at all.

What are you talking about?

It is totally you.

Well, it's sort of

more you in a way.

You know what it is, it's kind of

Aunt Jemima meets Betty Crocker.

You know, that's ridiculous.

Come on, sweetie,

you know what I'm going to do?

I made up my mind.

I'm going to get it for you.

No, no, no. You're not

getting me this dress.

I don't even like it

and it's absurd for work.

No.

Hello.

Excuse me.

These meatballs

are my mom's recipe.

Fantastic, I recommend

everybody try some.

I love that shade of orchid.

Uh-huh.

Thank you, Matisse.

The chicken satay has got a really

unique flavor. What'd you use?

It's cumin. I'm so sorry,

I can't really chat right now.

You guys, the chocolate

waterfall's not in the right spot.

Oh, no, we can't have that.

You know what? Let's just go ahead

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