Polish Wedding Page #5

Someday, Mama,

you're going to go...

What makes you so sure

I'm not going...

You be here earIy Sunday.

Don't Iet me down, HaIina.

-I won't, Father.

-OK?

Did you teII him?

Oh, you didn't teII him.

HaIa.

HaIa.

You're the disgrace

of this famiIy.

You can't march

in the Virgin's procession.

I want to. I was chosen.

WouId you give this up?

Don't ask stupid questions.

You're not a chiId anymore.

-Everything's changed.

-No!

-I Iook Iike a corpse.

-That's my wedding dress.

There is no turning back

now, Gypsy.

Sofie's doing you a favor.

This is the dress she married

your brother Ziggy in.

I hope it brings you my Iuck.

Oh, Christ, it's cursed.

Come Iook at yourseIf.

Ah, Iook at her, the bride.

It's your wedding.

Yeah, drink it.

You'II need it.

Oh, HaIa.

You poor, wiId IittIe thing.

You didn't know a man

wouId tame you.

Don't make me Iaugh.

Men don't tame women.

Nature is what tames women.

Women don't need men.

It's just that wherever

there's a woman,

by God, there's a famiIy.

And the famiIy without a man

is usuaIIy a catastrophe.

Speak for yourseIf, Mama...

because I need my Ziggy.

Ha ha ha!

Your Ziggy.

Mmm ! I want to propose a toast.

To my firstborn baby...

because without him,

Ziggy wouIdn't have married me.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

And here's

to Ziggy himseIf.

My firstborn.

God knows, without him,

BoIek never wouId've married me.

To your first baby, HaIina.

May God bIess it.

And don't come back

untiI you're married.

Or as good as.

RusseII!

-Who are you?

-Who are you?

Who am I?

You think you can prance in here

with that white dress of yours?

This is my house, Skinny.

Who are you, what do you want?

I got business with RusseII.

Oh, a tough girI, huh?

What kind of business?

None of your beeswax.

WOMAN:
What's going on?

What's aII the shouting about?

Oh, Iook, Bob.

It's a girI in a white dress.

WeII, aren't you smart.

There he is!

RusseII...

HaIa...

I'm going to have a baby.

Yeah.

I figured as much.

Just bIow in their ear.

They say that

about PoIack girIs.

But with you, HaIa...

Jesus.

AII I did was Iook at you.

WiII you marry me?

-Yes!

Yes?

No. Not a chance.

But...you Ioved me.

You said so.

HaIa, quit pIaying with my head.

I'm not ready for a famiIy.

-Am I?

-GirIs are aIways ready.

-Ready and waiting.

-Waiting, yes, Iike dogs.

There's so much I gotta do.

I'm saving money to buy a car

so some guys and--

What's the matter?

In my head, I can just see

aII those dirty diapers.

PiIes and piIes,

mountains of them.

See what I mean?

It's a Iife term.

WouIdn't you rather be free?

Free?

You're so pretty, HaIa.

There's just something

about you.

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