Sweet Home Alabama

Come on, Jake.|- Slow down!

Hurry up, Jake!|- Melanie!

I gotta get home.|My mom's gonna kill me.

Wow, did you see that?

Well, answer the question!|- No!

No, you won't answer,|or no, you won't marry me?

Jake Perry, I'm 10 years old.|I got too much to live for.

Not that way, you dolt!|Come on!

It's hot. Don't touch it.|We'll be safe here.

Says who?|- Everybody.

Lightning never strikes|the same place twice.

Why would you want to|marry me for anyhow?

So I can kiss you|any time I want.

I need more coffee, guys.

I'm gonna switch...|It's a warning!

Oh, my God.

You know, that accent of yours...

is a whole lot thicker|when you're dreaming.

All right, how come|y'all let me sleep?

Oh, calm down.|It was 5 minutes.

What did I say?

We're all getting big, fat|raises when you become somebody.

Oh, did they kill Badgley Mishka!

Okay, laugh now, but|tomorrow it could be us.

Not us... you.|I just make the coffee.

Thank you.

I'll see you at the show.

Bye, Mel.

There's a rose for every moment|I thought of you last night.

God, you must be exhausted.

Listen, knock 'em dead.|I'll see you at the show.

It's gonna be great.

I love you.

I can't wait to see you.|Goodbye.

Okay, people,|we are officially late!

Melanie!|- Yes?!

This top is supposed|to be neon aubergine,...

but it's all wrong!|It's all wrong!

Okay, don't panic.|That's my job.

Um... okay.|Put her on after Anoke.

The third light cue is yellow.|She'll look eggplant.

Pan, uh, the reason it's all|wrong is it's on backwards.

Ooh, Miss Vixen, I'm scared of you.

Frederick, what are you doing|here? You're the competition.

Competition? Please! Our|design's for plumes and pearls,...

and nothing is going to come|between me and my protege.

And this is, after all,|all about me.

Oh, I love this. Stella|McCartney's gonna kill herself.

Then why do I feel like|I'm in Times Square buck naked?

Baby doll, you're|gonna be just fine.

Seven years ago, you were this|debutante off the plantation,...

and now you're my steel magnolia|with her very own show.

Okay, get out of here|before you make me cry.

Bonne chance!

Big smile!|Great! Thank you!

Good to see you.

Secretary Hennings, do you have|a moment for a few questions?

Andrew, are you excited|about the show?

Uh, of course,|I'm very excited.

Did you get to see the models?|- The models? Why, uh...

Please tell me|he has a flaw somewhere.

He asked me to go to|Ireland for Christmas.

He's gonna ask you|a lot more than that.

You think so?

Hey, let's go!|- Let's do this!

All right, we gotta go.|- Places, everyone!

Come on, let's go, line up.|- Have a good show.

Okay, no smiles,|no smiles, just smirks!

Oh, congratulations.

You're amazing.|Those flowers were insane.

Oh, well, I just want|this day to be perfect.

Oh, God, honey,|what if they hate me?

Oh, they're critics, Mel.|They hate themselves.

That's easy for you to say.

I wasn't born with|that thick Hennings skin.

No, you weren't, and that|is what I love about you.

Ah, honey, I'm sorry, I got|a meeting in the Bronx.

But you go and enjoy, and|I'll see you later. Okay?

Oh, and, hey, we've got that|thing tonight at Lincoln Center.

What thing?

Fund-raiser thing.

Right, the thing...|with your mother.

That's tonight.

I'm afraid so.

I am so proud of you.

Thank you.

Okay?|- I love you.

I love you, too.|Congratulations.

His meeting's running|a little late.

He told me to take you inside|so you wouldn't have to wait.

Where are we?

I'm so tired, Jimmy.

I've just had it.

Well... he shouldn't be|too long.

Miss Carmichael,|won't you come in?

So... have you made a decision?|- About what?

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