My Best Friend's Wedding Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1997
- 105 min
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JULIANNE:
Nine years, we've seen each other
through everything. Losing jobs,
losing parents, losing lovers...
travelled all over, we've had the
best times. The best times of my
life, maybe. Just drinking and
talking. Even over a phone.
DIGGER:
Kindred spirits.
JULIANNE:
No, he's nothing like me. He's
like you. Only straight.
No offense taken.
JULIANNE:
He's the salt of the earth. Kind
and loyal and generous. The one
constant thing in my life, is he'll
always be there.
DIGGER:
He's still in love with you.
That stops her. She has to say...
JULIANNE:
Maybe. But it never gets in
the way.
Something she probably hasn't confessed out loud before. Digger
understands.
DIGGER:
Well, he has a true friend in
you.
He wants her to know he sees that.
DIGGER:
how steadfast I am, he always
makes me sound boring.
JULIANNE:
Solid and genuine is not boring.
Michael can be completely insane...
A young waiter arrives. Sets a boat of black squid ink beside her
plate.
JULIANNE:
There was this one night in
Tucson, like six years ago...
we got amazingly drunk, I mean,
Keith Richards time...
The kid tops off her glass of meursault. Looking at her.
JULIANNE:
God, I haven't thought of this
in so long...
The waiter hanging now. Openly listening.
JULIANNE:
I can even believe we did
this...
Digger sees the guy listening, gestures to her with his eyes. So
she looks up.
JULIANNE:
Could you give us a minute?
The kid stunned, speechless. People lose jobs for a lot less.
JULIANNE:
You won't miss much, I promise
there was no sex.
He reddens and disappears.
DIGGER:
I've lost interest.
JULIANNE:
He takes a razor from his dinky
little dopp kit, cuts his fingertip,
takes my hand, does the same to me...
She places the tips of her index fingers together.
DIGGER:
Blood oath.
JULIANNE:
He says, "Swear. When we're both
28, if we've never been married...
we marry each other!"
And laughs again. Can you believe that? But Digger isn't smiling.
She wonders why. Begins to spoon black squid ink onto her risotto.
JULIANNE:
See, he figured that would be a
sign from God, or someone of
comparable authority, that we'd
misunderstood our destinies.
He still has this real serious look. She's still spooning ink.
JULIANNE:
We never talked about it again. I
don't know what made me think of...
DIGGER (quietly)
I do.
And everything. Stops. She lifts her spoon, mesmerized by the
gravity of his tone.
DIGGER:
You'll be 28 in three weeks.
How old is he?
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