Sweet Home Alabama

Synopsis: Melanie Carmichael, an up and rising fashion designer in New York, has gotten almost everything she wished for since she was little. She has a great career and the JFK-like fiancée of New York City. But when he proposes to her, she doesn't forget about her family back down South. More importantly, her husband back there, who refuses to divorce her ever since she sent divorce papers seven years ago. To set matters straight, she decides to go to the south quick and make him sign the papers. When things don't turn out the way she planned them, she realizes that what she had before in the south was far more perfect than the life she had in New York City.
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Director(s): Andy Tennant
Production: Buena Vista Distribution Compa
  3 wins & 6 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
108 min

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?


Ireland, honey,|that's four months from now.

I was thinking maybe|2... 300 guests, tops.

For Christmas?

Andrew, are you on|some sort of medication?

What's going on?|Where are we?

Oh, my God.

Melanie Carmichael...

will you marry me?

Are you sure?

I mean, a-a-are you really sure?

Because if you're not sure, we|could just go back to the car.

It's only been 8 months.

You know I never do|anything rash.

And I usually never ask a question|I don't already know the answer to,...

so... at the risk of being rejected|twice, I'm gonna ask you again.

Will you marry me?


Pick one.

Mayor, just one shot!|One shot!

Can you comment on|the Watson bill?

Over here, Mayor, please!|Over here!

Thank you.|- Where is he?

He's running late.

No doubt thanks to|that Carbuncle girl.

Carmichael... designer, Southern.|- Right, whatever.

Your Honor,|how do you answer those...

who are opposed to the|street-improvement project...

you put before|the city council today?

I suggest they take a drive on|some of the streets in Brooklyn.

Maybe they'll disappear|into a pothole.

Your son's relationship|with Melanie Carmichael...

sources say they're engaged.|Do you have a comment?

Trust me, if my son were|engaged, I'd have a comment.

I thought you were tired.

Jimmy, can you excuse us|for a second?

I've been planning|this for weeks.

I knew your show would be great,|and tonight is perfect.

Oh, God, I can't wait to see|the look on my mother's face.

Come on, let's call your parents.|- No!

I mean...|not right this second.

What I mean is, uh...

Honey, would you mind terribly...

if we just kept this to|ourselves for a few days?

Mel, it's gonna come out|sooner or later.

No, I know, I know, but, um,...

it's just, I haven't seen|my folks in about 7 years,...

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C. Jay Cox

C. Jay Cox (born 1962 in Nevada) is an American director and screenwriter. more…

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