Quick glimpse:
TOM: Mary, what are you doing?
MARY: [turning towards Tom, continuing kicks] Tae…Bo…
TOM: [dodging kicks] Wh…Wh… What are you doing that for?
MARY: For Claire’s wedding.
TOM: Because there’s going to be a combat phase during the reception?
MARY: No, I’ve got to get in shape.
TOM: What do you mean? You’re already in shape.
MARY: [stopping] Tom, no I’m not. I’ve gained ten pounds in the last three months.
TOM: So? You look great. No one’s even going to know.
MARY: My grandmother will know. [as grandma] “You’ve put on a few pounds, haven’t you? You’re not pregnant are you? Your Aunt Joanna got pregnant at about your age, and she never looked the same again. That’s why Uncle Harold left her, you know? You don’t want the boys leaving you like Harold left your aunt, do you?”
TOM: Hon, your grandma thinks my name is Chester and that I’ve worked “down at the ol’ cotton gin” for twenty-five years.
MARY: So?
TOM: So I’m only twenty-SEVEN years old! I think you should take grandma’s opinion with a grain of salt.
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