Parent Trap 2 Page #3

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Today I'd like to get into

part two by reading aloud.

Who cares to begin?

Jessica.

(ribbits)

(screaming)

All right, just remember, honey, when

you are on the horse, you're in charge.

Hold the reins loosely

as though you are the boss.

Keep your feet

in the stirrups and stay calm.

Remember, if you stay calm, Mister

Ed here will stay calm too, OK?

If you have any question at all,

you talk to Mary.

She's been riding

since she could walk.

My mom taught me how.

She sure did, honey.

All right, you two go on

outside. I'll catch up to you.

God, you're so lucky.

Does he do stuff like this

with you all the time?

Sure. He loves to. He still says

that I'm his favorite date.

I wish my dad was like him.

What is your dad like?

Who knows, really?

I don't see him much.

Even when they were married,

he was working all the time.

Before we get through with you, we're gonna

have you riding every pony in the county.

Come on.

It's not fair.

What's not?

You're the first best friend

I've had since second grade

and now I'm moving away.

It's for sure?

My mom's been on the phone all week

trying to get us an apartment there.

And there's no way you can talk

her out of it? I've tried.

But she thinks I'm being

ridiculous and immature.

Well, there's gotta be a way.

I'll die without you around.

You? What about me?

I'm losing my best friend and moving to

a city where even a nun could mug you.

This is all my father's fault.

How do you figure?

Do you think my mom would be acting

so irrational if she had a husband?

Uh-oh.

What? Tell me.

Listen, if we could get

our parents together,

and if they fall in love...

They'd get married.

And we'd be like sisters.

And it wouldn't make any

difference where we were living,

'cause we'd be together.

No! Absolutely not!

I don't care whose father he is.

I'm not about to be fixed up

by my 11-year-old daughter.

But, Mom, he's really handsome.

What could I possibly have in

common with a sportswriter?

I don't want you to

go to work with him, Mother,

just out to dinner.

Nikki, darling.

I appreciate what you're trying

to do, really I do,

but I'm perfectly capable

of getting my own dates.

Then how come you haven't gone out on

a single date since Daddy moved out?

(TV in background)

Because I just don't

feel ready yet.

It's been almost two years.

Have I been awfully hard to live with?

Are you kidding?

You've been great!

I'm not complaining, honest.

I only want to

see you happy again, Mom.

I am happy, darling.

Come here.

I've got you, haven't I? Yeah.

But just think how happy you'd

be if you had me and Mr. Grand.

And Mary.

Yeah, that's fine, yes.

(phone rings)

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