My Best Friend's Wedding

Synopsis: Childhood friends Julianne Potter (Julia Roberts) and Michael O'Neal (Dermot Mulroney) had a deal to marry each other if they were still single by age 28. Now, four days before her 28th birthday, O'Neil announces that he's marrying a gorgeous 20-year-old named Kimberly (Cameron Diaz). Suddenly realizing that she's actually in love with him, Julianne vows to stop the wedding at all costs. However, when she is appointed maid of honor, things get even more complex.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Production: Sony Pictures Entertainment
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 12 wins & 22 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
105 min


Dim lighting, crowd buzz, a long line of the rich, the celebrated,

the congenitally impatient. Everyone in this queue holds a

reservation at least an hour overdue. Tourists can't even make the

line. PAN ahead to...

... the burnished dining room, the tables of power, the elegant

service. Covertly, many eyes are drawn to the one table receiving

by far the most lavish service of all. Captains hover, presenting

delicacies, pouring wines, murmuring obsequiously to a guest whose

person they screen from our view. We can see, however...

... the honored guest's companion. Ignored, bemused, across the

table. This is DIGGER DOWNES, 36, darkly attractive. Kind eyes,

an intellectual's mouth, Saville Row's most unobtrusive and

conservative chalk-stripe suit. He is gay, but you wouldn't guess

it. Loyal and wise and generous, and you might. He watches with a

quiet twinkle, as the Captains now step back, revealing to us...

... their most unlikely icon. JULIANNE POTTER, almost 28, wears

her favorite bulky sweater over a bunch of other stuff she pulled

together in fifteen seconds. She is unkempt, quick, volatile,

scattered, and beneath it all, perhaps because of it all, an

original beauty. Dark liquid eyes, a cynical mouth, slender

expressive fingers, which point to...


A variation on our squid ink

risotto. Trace of Moselle, to

sweeten the stock.

She doesn't like that idea at all. Shoots him a sharp look of

doubt that makes him smile. Murmur...


Don't kill us on this one, it's

a long shot.

Places the moist lump of black rice before her. She takes a

surprisingly small amount, rolls it over her tongue. Makes dead

flat eye contact with Digger. And nods, it's actually quite nice.

The Captain breathes with relief. She turns her dark eyes to him.

The tone says they're pals...


I'm writing it up as inventive and

confident. Which it is. Off the

record, I'll need an extra boat of

the ink. Or a salt shaker.


I'll toss a coin.

As the Captain splits, Digger looks around at the other tables,

which makes many pairs of eyes awkwardly glace away.


Is it ever embarrassing, having

your bum kissed in public?


If your ass isn't chapped, you

are not a good-writer of note.

She glances at her two remaining waiters, who shamelessly fawn



Is it sad to be an editor, and bask

only in reflected insincerity?


I've adjusted, and thanks for asking.

She leans forward, as if sharing something conspiratorial.


See the pull of a book like

Twenty Chefs, is not who I

put in. It's who I leave out.


Which is everyone you couldn't

get in.


Plus some guys whose food I don't


Pushes the risotte across to him. He lifts a fork.


This fellow from Newsday ever


She shrugs. Pulls a cellular out of a large, jumbled bag.


I'll buzz my machine. Inventive

and confident, yeh?

She dials. He tastes.


Needs salt.


Is Newsday a real interview, or

just some cute guy you're setting

me up w...


... I don't send you men, anymore.

You don't know what to do with them.

She's punching in her code.


Sometimes I do. Like for two months.


... weeks.

Over the phone, we hear her answering machine...

MAN'S VOICE (V.O., soft)

Hey. It's Michael.

And her face changes. Warms. Just to hear the guileless voice.


God, it must be, what, months, huh?

I can't wait to talk to you. I'm

in Chicago at the Ritz Carlton...

She looks impressed and surprised. Fancy place for this guy.


Call me four in the morning,

whatever, we gotta talk.

As she hangs up. She still has that look in her eye. Digger has

never seen that, and he likes it very much.


Who called? The man of the


She smiles. A sweet, natural smile that makes us like her, too.

The Bohemian sophisticate has vanished.


No, no, the opposite. That's

my best friend, Michael O'Neal.

He sounds desperate to talk.


The wandering sportswriter.

He pushes the risotto back her way.


I didn't know you two had a


Her gaze sharpens. Hmmn?


The look in your eye.

She blushes. Shakes her head, no way.


Sophomore year at Yale we had

this one hot month. And, you

know me, I got restless...

He knows her. She got restless.


So I get up the nerve to break

his heart. I tell him there's

this dreamy exchange student

from Pakistan who wants to,

you know...

He knows.


And he gets this... look. He

says, "I knew I couldn't hold

your interest", which, of course,

makes me feel like the shallow

b*tch I've always been...

He nods, yeah.


Then he says, "But what makes

me want to cry. Is I'm losing

the best friend I ever had."

Hears the feeling. In her voice.


And when he said it, I knew.

I felt the same.

Silence now. She covers with a smile.


So I cried. For maybe the third

time in my life. And I kissed

him. And we've been best friends

ever since.

Ever since. Fingers turning her wine glass...

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes

Ronald Bass

Ronald Bass (born March 26, 1942), sometimes credited as Ron Bass, is an American screenwriter. Also a film producer, Bass's work is characterized as being highly in demand, and he is thought to be among the most highly paid writers in Hollywood. He is often called the "King of the Pitches".[citation needed] In 1988, he received the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay for Rain Man, and films that Bass is associated with are regularly nominated for multiple motion picture awards. more…

All Ronald Bass scripts | Ronald Bass Scripts

0 fans

Submitted on July 13, 2016

Discuss this script with the community:



    Translate and read this script in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:


    "My Best Friend's Wedding" STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 15 Apr. 2024. <'s_wedding_245>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest writers community and scripts collection on the web!

    Watch the movie trailer

    My Best Friend's Wedding


    The Studio:

    ScreenWriting Tool

    Write your screenplay and focus on the story with many helpful features.