The Wedding Planner Page #3

- Dad, are you eating the food?|- Mm-hmm.

Champagne is delightful.|Cristal? d.P.?

- Actually, it's Taittinger.|- Exquisite.

Mother, we're not guests. You're not|supposed to be drinking the champagne.

You give my little girl whatever|she wants, no expense spared.

I'll be faxing you a list of the songs|I'll be performing at the reception.

And none of those mini egg rolls.|A lot of important people are coming.

- We've got an impression to make.|- We haven't hired here yet.

And as previously discussed in detail,|you won't be singing at the wedding.

I'm sorry, Mary. Hi.

The belly dancer's here,|and she has a tattoo of an--

It's okay. Penny,|I want you to meet the Donollys.

- This is one of my associates, Penny.|- Pleasure.

What I need you to do is go to the|offiice and prepare the Murdoch fiile.

Ooh, Murdoch.

As in--

discretion.

Oops.

The Murdoch files. Right.

All right now, wedding woman.

Let's get down to brass tacks.

What do you see for our wedding?

Well, now, having met you...

off the top of my head...

let's see.

Night.

Dubounce Botanical Gardens.

White, silk tents|thin enough to see the stars.

Candle light.

Wedgewood.

Exotic waringin trees|imported from Bali.

I'm thinking Gatsby.

Not a period wedding...

but the spirit of it,|the time.

I nailed it, Geri.|Yeah, but they want it in three months.

They're going for June.|I know.

The clock is ticking.|Put Penny on.

Guess what, Miss Moneypenny?

Hold on, Penny.

This shoe is stuck.

Not my good shoes.

Oh, my goodness.

My new Gucci shoe.

Come on!

Oh, are you okay?|Are you okay?

I'm great.

- Okay.|- Where's my shoe?

Your shoe?|You got it right here.

Now talk to me.|How are you feeling?

Are you experiencing any dizziness,|nausea, difficulty breathing?

The breathing thing rings a bell.

Then again, you are on top of me,|cutting off my air supply.

Your mental clarity's excellent.|That's good. That's good.

Don't appear to have a concussion.

You took quite a fall.

Why are you still on top of me?

That's a good question.

You see that dumpster there?|Seems that dumpster tried to kill you.

You were standing in the middle of the|road, and it was coming right at you.

Just take your time.|Sit up straight. You okay?

You saved...

my shoe.

My life.

Your shoe was what I was going for.|You just turned out to be a bonus.

Come on. We're gonna try and get up.|Take your time.

Take your time.

Up.

Here we go.|I got you. I got you.

I got you, okay?

You smell like sweet red plums...

and grilled cheese sandwiches.

Okay. Here you go.

Yeah, I get that all the time.|Thank you.

All right. Hold up!|All right.

Yup, she's dead, all right.

- You think she's going to heaven?|- definitely.

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