Sweet Home Alabama Page #3

What happened to Bear?|- He died.

You weren't here.

What are you doing?!

Leavin'. You done it.|You should recognize the gesture.

Could we just try to keep this|as civilized as possible?

Please sign these papers|so I can go home.

What do you know from home?

Hell, I bet your folks don't|even know you're in town.

That's my business.

Honey, those people are|the only family you got.

Don't you "honey" me, honey!

Get your butt back in that car,|you drive over and see 'em,...

and then maybe we'll talk.

Jake! You dumb, stubborn,|redneck hick!

The only reason you won't sign these|papers is 'cause I want you to!

Wrong! The only reason|I ain't signin'...

is 'cause you've turned into|some hoity-toity Yankee b*tch...

and I'd like nothin' better|right now than to piss you off!

What are you doin' with|Mose Plydell's plane anyhow?!

That's my business!

Divorce, my ass.

Hey, genius...

Next time you lock somebody out,...

make sure they don't know|where the spare key's hidden.

Well, see, that's the thing|about Hide-A-Keys...

it'd be nice if your wife|told you where it was!

I'm not your wife, Jake.

I'm just the first girl...

that climbed|in the back of your truck.

But you're right...|I have changed.

I don't even know|that girl anymore.

Well, then...|allow me to remind you.

"Born into one of the wealthiest|families of Greenville, Alabama,

her daddy's in cotton and|all that that implies."

There's no listing for an|Earl Carmichael in Greenville.

How about her local high school?

No record of a Melanie|Carmichael attending... ever.

Jesus! Whatever happened|to responsible journalism?

There's something wrong here.

Why would my son do this to me?

Maybe he, um, loves her.

Oh, please!|This is classic rebound.

He's still wounded from...|who was his last girlfriend?

Whitney Truesdale,|lawyer, San Francisco.

Yeah, well, there was|a match made in Heaven...

society, political family,|California...

all those electoral votes.

Get Andrew on the phone.

Since we have a small window|for the Secretary of Housing,

please hold your questions|until after the presentation.

Gentlemen.

Did you see the look|on my mom's face?

I thought her head|was going to explode.

Yeah, what did she say?

That I should date women|like Melanie, not marry them.

That's harsh.|- That's Mom.

Thank you.|- Thanks a lot.

We hope to have the Bronx Children's Hospital |open by fall 2003.

Oh, speak of the devil.|Hello?

So, have you two lovebirds|set a date?

I'm pleading the Fifth.

Okay, fine, just try to keep|your secrets. I dare you.

Oh, at least you sound like|you're in a better mood.

My approval rating|went up 2 points.

It seems the public likes|being reminded I am a mother.

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