My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2 Page #4

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I/E. GUS’S CADILLAC/DANCING ZORBA’S - DAY

The car pulls up to the family restaurant, DANCING ZORBA’S.

TOULA (V.O.)

Luckily, people still eat.

Toula gets out, then helps her dad as he slowly gets himself

out. Toula pulls a walking cane from the car. Gus looks

around to be sure no one sees this, reluctantly takes it.

Toula holds his arm as they walk. Gus slips, bumps into

Toula, knocking off her glasses. Gus steps, accidentally

crunching them to bits.

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INT. DANCING ZORBA’S - DAY

Toula now squints, flips on the lights, hangs up their coats.

Gus, exhausted already, limps to the corner booth.

Toula hangs a worn sign in the window: WE NOW CATER, TOO!

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CONTINUED:

TOULA (V.O.)

My sister and brother have small

children, so I help at the

restaurant. It’s what nice Greek

girls do.

Toula puts on a mud-brown Seating Hostess jacket.

Toula walks past a pie case filled with mini-bundt cakes,

each with a Fall-colored orange or cranberry gerbera in its

center.

TOULA (V.O.)

Families that are close like mine,

we make it through bad economies,

wars and sickness because we stick

together...

Toula goes to a drawer, finds a strip of empty disposable

contact lenses. She remembers something, and rummages to

find a pair of glasses. They’re ugly and they were once

hers. She puts them on.

Toula looks as downcast and frumpy as she once did.

TOULA (V.O.)

... but some of us just get stuck.

Toula looks out the window. Cars and PEOPLE pass her by. The

day is as bleak as her mood.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY

In the exact same stance as her mother Toula, Paris stands,

looking out the window.

SMALL GROUPS OF STUDENTS huddle at lockers.

She turns and heads into:

Paris is alone.

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INT. HIGH SCHOOL LIBRARY - DAY

Paris takes a book from a bookshelf -- Ian walks up.

IAN:

Hey Paris -

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PARIS:

Do not talk to me. People think

I’m a narc.

IAN:

I -- shouldn’t you be in class?

PARIS:

You track me all day! Mom is

needy, Pappou wants to marry me

off, Yiayia constantly tells me to

never, ever let a boy touch my

poulaki because once he feels it,

he wants it. Ugh, this family!

STUDENTS look over at the voices from the bookshelf.

TOMMY:

Save it for the therapist’s couch.

Riiiiiight?

He goes for a high five which no one returns.

IAN:

Paris, your mom once felt the same

way about being Greek-

PARIS:

Dad, that’s obtuse, why would I

have an issue being Greek?

Paris points behind her to 5 cheerful posters declaring

upcoming meetings: Syrian Club!, Korean Club, Greek Club!,

Gay & Lesbian Club!, Handi-Capable Club!

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