Father of the Bride Part II Page #3

Oh, yeah,|a 12 year old.

Hello? Oh. Sally!

Oh, Sally, hi. I have|the best news. Guess what.

This is so exciting.

I'm gonna be a grandmother.

- Poor Nina. The woman was|obviously living in denial.|- Yeah. I know.

- I, for one, wasn't ready|to be a grandfather.|- I know. Yeah.

What was so grand|about it anyway?

George? Oh, he's thrilled.

- Grandfathers wore|cardigans and hearing aids.|- In fact, um, I was just|telling him that...

-I wore baseball caps and running shoes.|-the same doctor who delivered Annie--

Sure I may have been a little|out of shape, but I was still young.

And I could prove it.

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah! Come on. Come on.|Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Whoa.|- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

You better|take it easy there, Pops.

Oh! Ow!

Oh, hang on a second.

- You got the list?|- I got it right here. Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Shoot.|- Okay.

- The following men are older than you:|- Go.

- Paul McCartney;|- Yeah.|- Rod Stewart;|- Yeah.

- Jack Nicholson.|- Jack Nicholson?

Oh, by eight years.|You're much younger than Jack Nicholson.

Well, you can't get any cooler than Jack|Nicholson. That's a good one. Go on.

- Okay. Mick Jagger;|- Yeah.|- Robert Redford.|- Really?

-Mm-hmm. Bob Dylan; Warren|Beatty; and Bill Clinton.|-Really?

- But only by 31 days.|- Hey, younger is younger.

- Oh, when the saints|- Hi. Here's what I'm thinkin'.

- Go marchin' in|- I wanna look younger.

- You know, I think maybe|something, you know, in here.|- Oh, when the

- Saints go marchin' in|- Like the hair, it's really too square.

- I'm just kind of-- you know.|- I want to be

- A little stickied up,|you know. Kinda hip!|- In their number

- Easy.|- When the saints go marchin' in

Oh, when the sun|refuse to shine

Oh, when the sun|refuse to shine

I still wants to be|in their number

- When the sun refuse to shine|- Young, right?|- Oh, totally.

- It's bitchin'.|- Oh, when the saints

- Go marchin' in|- Bitchin'.

Oh, when the saints|go marchin' in

I'm going to sing|as loud as thunder

Oh, when the saints|go marchin' in

Hi.

Hi.

Well, hi.

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days

Are over

And life is like a song

Oh, yeah, yeah

At last

- The skies above are blue|- Oh! George. George!

- George, what are you doing?|- What are you doing?

- Oh! Oh, George.|- Hey, what do you think?|Can you tell the difference?

Can I tell the difference? What|did you do? ls it-- Is it permanent?

It is if you want it to be. The new,|permanent, young and improved...

- and stronger, I might add,|George Stanley Banks.|- I

- I love you|- I look like the guy|you married, right?

- Kind of.|- Hey, don't kid yourself.

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