Original Date of Post: 02/14/2010
Narrator: We’re back! (Medea snoring) That’s the last time I co-host with you. (Pokes her with a stick)
Medea: Huh? Oh crap, we’re back! Sorry when you’re single, Valentines Day is worthless.
Narrator: To each their own. We now take place back in the great town of Pallet. A peaceful town filled with the nicest people. That’s only because all of the oddballs have left! But with only days left until Tracey and Marisa’s wedding, there’s sure to be some chaos. (Misty screaming) See what I mean!
Misty: GET IT! GET IT! CATCH IT! GET IT YOU IDIOT! (Screaming)
Ash: Damn, that mouse is fast! Here mousy, mousy, mousy! (Mouse bolts in a different direction) AH!
Misty: BE A MAN AND CATCH THE DAMN THING!
Ash: Fine just stop your screaming! (Mouse bolts to the door) I’ve got it now! (He opens the door)
Marisa: Ash, Mist… (Marisa is hit over the head with a broom)
Misty: Ash? (Ash gives a nervous laugh) Did you catch the mouse?
Ash: No, but something close! (Marisa growls and repeatedly hits him with her purse)
Misty: Ash, you should know better. (The mouse runs out the door) AH! (Shuts the door and locks it) If you want something done right, do it yourself I always say!
Ash: Glad that’s over! (Marisa hits him one last time) WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!
Marisa: I missed my pain-in-the-ass!
Ash: Well Marcus should be here soon. Oh wait, let me guess! You’re warming up for him. Typical! (Misty and Marisa hug)
Misty: I missed you so much. How are you?
Marisa: I’m doing good! A little nervous about the wedding! But hey we’ve all got to go through with it some time, right?
Misty: Good point. Hey Ash…we could really use some alone time right now. Why don’t you go out there and see that you finish the job with that mouse?
Ash: Fine, fine. I get the picture. Disregard any girlish screams you might hear!
Marisa: We intend to do so. (Shuts the door) Mice problems?
Misty: You don’t even know the half of it. (Sighs) Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen.
Marisa: Oh come now. (Misty glares at her) Hmm…Well change has finally come!
Misty: Where are you getting that…Obama?
Marisa: Marcus is on Avenue Q, May is acting in several projects, Tracey is finally getting recognized for his art work…things have a funny way of working out.
Misty: Maybe for you guys…But things aren’t going so well for me.
Marisa: This is about conceiving again, huh?
Misty: I really want this baby. I know it sounds stupid of me to think of children when I’m only 23. But that’s what I really want! I want to have a baby.
Marisa: Well…to each their own. I don’t know why anyone our age would want to start having children. But as we all know, you’re far different from me.
Misty: I know. It’s just that…I felt determined to have a child ever since…the miscarriage. But then when the doctor told me I might never have children… (Tears up)
Marisa: Oh Misty…
Misty: Huh? (Wipes away tears) Sorry, it’s because of all these meds I’m on. Hormones and all! Well enough of my life, you must be excited about the wedding!
Marisa: Excited…and scared.
Misty: Of what?
Marisa: You see… (Flashback to several nights ago)
June: Some people have an emotion that they don’t keep locked up 24/7. Your son cares for this woman!
Herb: How he picked a nig… (Marisa gasps)
June: Oh my God. (Marisa runs off)
Tracey: Marisa! (End of flashback)
Misty: I had no idea about Tracey’s father.
Marisa: It’s like I’ve said in the past, words can hurt more than actions…and that felt like a stab in the heart. Tracey now hates his father for what he said. Who can blame him? I hate his father too…but still… (A little later outside Tracey’s house)
Tracey: It’s been a while since I’ve been here.
June: Don’t worry, nothing really changed.
Tracey: So that means you didn’t turn my room into a gym?
June: Don’t be silly! If you need to sleep on your bed, just push my dumbbells to the side.
Tracey: Did Marisa say when she’d be back from Misty’s?
Michelle: No. She’ll call us. (June opens the door)
June: What in the world?! (Picks up underwear from the floor)
Tracey: Oh my God, were we robbed?
June: Doesn’t look like it. Just looks like the robbers tried to rob us…but decided to throw a monster party. My house looks like the aftermath of a Spring Break party! (A goat walks by)
Tracey: I don’t even want to know.
June: Time to get to the bottom of this. (They open another door)
All: MONDO?! (He wakes up)
Mondo: I DIDN’T DO IT! Huh? Oh hi Auntie! Hey Tracey! (They both growl) I didn’t know you guys were coming back today! (They growl louder) Eh-he-he! (June grabs his ear) Ow, ow, ow! Auntie!
June: You better have a good explanation for turning my house into crap!
Mondo: Well you see…Ow…Please let go of my ear!
June: Explanation, NOW!
Mondo: I needed a place to stay. Long story short, I got thrown out of Mexico and I needed a place to stay.
Tracey: Well you can’t stay here!
June: Tracey, I’ll handle this. Mondo, you can’t stay here. Tracey, Marisa, and Michelle are staying here and…
Mondo: Ah, that’s right. The wedding! So you two are finally tying the knot. My congratulations to you! I always knew you’d get that beauty in the sack. So did you two finally play a little “Love Game?”
Michelle: I beg your pardon!
Mondo: And who do we have here?
Tracey: That’s it! (Grabs Mondo’s arm) We’re going to have a little chat! (They leave the room)
Michelle: So that’s the infamous Mondo I’ve heard so much about.
June: Oh my God! This is a disaster.
Michelle: I could help you!
June: Really? Oh thank you so much Michelle!
Michelle: Don’t mention it. (In the living room)
Tracey: Mondo, this has to end. I really don’t want you ruining this for me.
Mondo: You talk as if you’re ashamed of me. You’re not ashamed of me, are you?
Tracey: Where the hell have you been? (Sighs) Look, you have the tendency to ruin a good moment. Now I’m asking you this as someone who cares about you, don’t ruin this moment for me. Just stay at your parent’s house and stay there until Marisa and I are on the plane on our way to our honeymoon.
Mondo: Geez Tracey, evil much? What makes you think I’m going to ruin your wedding?
Tracey: Mondo, you ruin everything! You’ve been that way my whole life!
Mondo: Tracey, I do not ruin everything! Name one time!
Tracey: You almost set our whole apartment on fire because you were having sex in my bed!
Mondo: Oh one time! And that was over a year ago, let it go.
Tracey: Mondo, please don’t! I want this wedding to go on without any hiccups! It’s bad enough my dad…
Mondo: Uncle Herb? Oh man, oh crap, oh crap! I completely forgot about the old prick!
Tracey: Excuse me?
Mondo: There are some things I don’t like to shed light on. Your father is one of them. I don’t fancy being looked down upon because my mother is Filipino.
Tracey: Sure it isn’t because you’re a lazy ass?
Mondo: Sure about it. I heard him say that mean comment when I was a young boy.
Tracey: Uh…I never knew he said something like that about your mother.
Mondo: Just because my father decided to marry a Filipino…he shuns me and my mother. It’s just not right.
Tracey: Mondo…this is the first time you’ve opened up like this.
Mondo: Ever since I met Marisa…I knew you would learn the truth about your father. I can sympathize with Marisa on this tender subject. It hurts. (That night on a motorcycle)
Zoey: Just a few more cities to pass through and we’ll be back. (Stops the motorcycle) Let’s take a little stretch break before we continue. I’m glad you decided to come along.
Dawn: I thought it was time to…come back here. (A car pulls up)
Harley: Need help?
Zoey: No, we’re fine…Harley?
Harley: Hey, it’s been a while. (In the car) My, my, what are the odds of running into the two of you ladies in the middle of the desert?
Dawn: We’ve been having a good number of coincidences happening to us.
Zoey: So where’s Nando?
Harley: Oh Harley needed a little break from Nando. I love him dearly, but after his little rendezvous with that Perez Hilton, I just needed my distance from him. You just cannot put two catty, flamers in the same room.
Dawn: So what are you doing here?
Harley: Well I decided to take a few days off from my job in Reno. Plus Marisa’s getting married and I can’t say no to a wedding.
Zoey: That’s why we’re coming back to town.
Harley: Oh, fun coincidence! It’s going to be so nice to see all of my pals from the past. So do you girls need a place to crash?
Zoey: Well we’re going to go to my mother’s house.
Harley: Very good. (Looks at Dawn’s hand) Oh…a ring. (Gasp) Did you two tie the knot?
Dawn: Why does everyone assume that?
Narrator: Yes, the town has got its extra ingredient of crazy back in the mix. (At Tad’s apartment)
Mondo: I really appreciate you letting me stay here.
Tad: I want that goat out tomorrow!
Mondo: WHAT?! No one is getting rid of Becky!
Tad: How can you possibly love that thing? It’s got crud in its teeth and smells like it’s been rolling around in a dung heap!
Mondo: Hey, your daughter is no prize either! (Tad hits him)
Tad: Good night! (Leaves the room)
Mondo: Don’t listen to what he says. You’re a prize goat Becky! (Goat bleats) Good night Becky! (Later that night at a bar)
Brock: (Groans) So…this is what it comes to! (The door opens)
Harley: I just want to get something to drink. You ladies want anything? I’m paying!
Dawn: We can’t.
Zoey: We’re still under 21!
Harley: Oh gosh, you’re right! Damn near forgot!
Zoey: Hey look over there! Isn’t that…Brock?
Harley: Oh my goodness, it is the old lug! (They walk up)
Dawn: Brock, it’s been a while since we saw you last.
Zoey: How are you doing?
Dawn: How’s your family?
Harley: I heard you and Suzy were expecting a baby. Come on, did she have it already? You’ve got to tell me all the details. (Brock starts sobbing)
Zoey: Wow, I haven’t seen this side before.
Dawn: What’s the matter Brock?
Harley: Girls, why don’t you sit over there? Brock and I are going to have one of our man-to-man conversations.
Brock: With you, isn’t it woman-to-man?
Harley: Well I see you still have enough attitude to press my buttons. Now tell me all about it. Did you and Suzy get into another fight?
Brock: Yeah.
Harley: Oh, I see what this is all about! There’s another woman in your life and you’re torn over which one you want to be with. Yes Brock, I’ve seen it all before. Actually, it’s happened to you several times.
Brock: Suzy cheated on me and now our baby…I’m not even sure if it’s even mine!
Harley: Oh my…Brock, I’m so sorry that little tramp did that to you. The nerve of some people! Where’s Suzy staying now?
Brock: In the apartment. I’m the one who left.
Harley: Do you have a place to stay?
Brock: Not really. All of my friends threw me out and there’s no room at my parent’s.
Harley: Well…you can stay with me and my mother. I’m in town for the next week so I’m sure she’d be thrilled to have you stay.
Brock: I guess it couldn’t hurt.
Harley: Fabulous! It’ll be just like when we were living in the dorms!
Brock: Oh dear God! (The next morning at Tracey’s house)
Marisa: (Yawns) Good morning!
Michelle: What are you two still doing in your pajamas?
June: We have a busy day today!
Tracey: I knew it was a bad idea to get our mothers together.
Marisa: We can ditch them later.
June: Now first we’re going by the church to check things out and go from there.
Marisa: And to think, we could have had our wedding in Vegas.
Tracey: We can’t change the past! (Both giggle)
June: Oh save it for the honeymoon you two!
Michelle: Speaking of that…
Marisa: Don’t worry; Grandma’s money will be spent wisely. Las Vegas here we come!
Tracey: (Laughing) We’re kidding! We’re actually going to Walla-Walla, Washington! (Silence)
Marisa: Uh Tracey, stick to your sketches and I’ll handle the funny.
Michelle: Well keep in mind that the honeymoon can either make or break the entire marriage.
Tracey: Where’d you go on your honeymoon?
Michelle: Puerto Rico…Oh it was beautiful and so romantic! The short-lived moment I loved before I got mad at him for getting us lost on the tour.
Tracey: Well we all know how hard-headed Marisa’s father was.
Michelle: Who said it was him?
Marisa: My parent’s never married each other.
June: Well, our honeymoon was in Montreal. However, our week was somehow cut down to a day and a half. And then he dragged me to a Chicago Cubs game! He bets away all of our money and I end up getting food poisoning from a hot dog.
Michelle: So learn from our mistakes.
Tracey: …We understand fully.
Marisa: (Silently) Cuckoo! (Aloud) Wow, look at the time! Tracey, we have to pick up Marcus from the airport.
Tracey: Great! (Runs out of the house)
Marisa: Tracey, you forgot me…and you forgot your pants! (At Harley’s place)
Harley: Rise and shine!
Brock: (Groans) Come back in five min…hours!
Harley: Time to wake up!
Brock: (Groans) No thank you!
Harley: That’s fine! You slept through the alarm clock. And now you can say good morning to Mr. Air-horn! (Blows air-horn) This here is a real waker-upper!
Brock: Okay fine Harley. I’m up. What did you want before I totally annihilate you?
Harley: While I’m here, I’m going to help you out with your shattered life. I knew you would fall apart without me. I’m going to help you find another job, a new place to live, and if there’s time a new girlfriend.
Brock: And you intend to do this all in one week?
Harley: Can’t hurt!
Brock: What do I have to lose?
Harley: Excellent! But first thing we really should do is get a DNA test to just check if you’re really the father of Suzy’s baby.
Brock: I’m through with her. I can’t even stand to look at her now. She lied to me. I’ve been nothing but faithful… (Harley clears his throat) …Hey after Holly, I went straight!
Harley: I think I can buy that. But how can you tell that the baby isn’t yours?
Brock: Nicholas has blonde hair and blue eyes.
Harley: Ohhhhh…That cheating hussy!
Brock: Tell me about it!
Harley: Well…even though there’s only a .01% chance of you being the father, I still say go with the DNA test. (At Zoey’s place)
Zoey: Dawn, ready to visit some old friends? (Dawn grumbling) Come on, it’ll be fun. We can visit with Brianna and Forrest and Max and… (Quickly) …visit your mother and (Normal) get some ice cream.
Dawn: What was that last thing you said?
Zoey: Get some ice cream?
Dawn: I am not visiting my mother.
Zoey: Please Dawn. You really should see her while we’re here. (Dawn pulls the covers over her head) Fine, we don’t have to see her.
Dawn: I’ll be finished getting ready in 30 minutes. I want to see Brianna first. (A little later at the airport)
Tracey: I forget. Did Marcus make the pit-stop in Chicago O’Hare or Chicago Midway?
Marisa: It was Midway! But that flight landed 15 minutes ago. At least that’s what the board said. Unless there’s another flight he was on. (Eerie whistling)
Tracey: (Shudders) Oh, someone is whistling that creepy song from Kill Bill.
Marisa: (Gulps) That always gives me a chill down my spine when…Wait a second! There’s only one idiot in this world that would… (Marcus hugs her) Ah!
Marcus: Gotcha little buddy! (Marisa hits him)
Marisa: That’s for scaring me with that creepy whistling! You know I hate that movie!
Marcus: Oh you love it! I’ll whistle that at your wedding. (Marisa lifts up her hand) I’m kidding! When I say stupid things like that, it means I’m kidding.
Duplica: Not even off the plane for five minutes and you end up making a public spectacle of yourself.
Marcus: Just consider yourself lucky I don’t do it back home. There, it’s considered a crime and they throw you in the looney bin!
Tracey: We’ll take you home Marcus.
Marcus: Any chance I can crash with you guys?
Marisa: No can do! Tracey’s place is pretty much filled to capacity.
Marcus: Ugh! You guys, I swear. So little buddy, what role am I performing for this wedding? Do I get to be Tracey’s best man?
Tracey: Sorry Marcus, my cousin Tad is the best man.
Marcus: Tad? Is he the one who tried to feel her up?
Marisa: No, Tad is the one who got married.
Marcus: Oh the drug pusher!
Tracey: Wrong again! Tad’s the one who had a child out of wedlock.
Marcus: Well what the hell am I supposed to do?
Marisa: I want you to be the one to escort me down the aisle.
Marcus: Wow, I’m honored. Hey wait, isn’t that something the father of the bride…eh, oh wait never mind. Hell, you didn’t even want your father doing that when he was alive! What about Tracey’s father? Last I heard he was still alive. (Both groan)
Marisa: I don’t want to talk about him.
Marcus: Okay. Either way, I’m still honored. (Sighs) I’m never going to be best man.
Marisa: What about if Todd gets married?
Marcus: Big IF! Truth be told, he’s still holding out for Ann Coulter.
Duplica: That he/she on FOX News?! Yuck! (Phone ringing)
Marisa: Hello…We’ll be right there! We just have to drop Marcus off at his…Can’t it wait? Oh, I suppose not. Fine, fine! (Hangs up) We have to go to the church and meet with the priest! Apparently he has to inspect us before we go down the aisle.
Marcus: Why the hell would he want to do that?
Marisa: To make sure we’re not gay! When I think of all the discrimination that…
Tracey: Calm down Marisa! They probably saw my name and thought it was another girl! (Marisa breathes) Feel better?
Marcus: Hmm… (Looks at watch) You were able to take down the beast in just five seconds! Well done Tracey, I have taught you well. (At Delia’s house)
Delia: I’ll be back with the tea. (She leaves the room)
Oak: So what’s the problem Ash?
Ash: Oh…it’s Misty! She’s hell bent on having a baby.
Oak: And nothing so far!
Ash: No. The doctor says there’s probably no way she’ll ever conceive a baby.
Oak: I don’t think this is my place to tip-toe around, but Misty talked to me just a week or so ago. She asked me her opinion about having a surrogate.
Ash: Say what? I wonder why she didn’t tell me about that.
Oak: I wouldn’t worry Ash. Misty seemed too confused and worried about that whole mess that I doubt that she put a second thought into her head about it. (Outside a vet office)
Harley: So what’d you think of this one?
Brock: He seems like a nice man. I’m not sure what he thought about me.
Harley: Oh you were fine. Although you did stumble a bit when talking to him, but I think you made a good impression on him. You’ll get the job for sure.
Brock: You think? This was my first choice.
Harley: Hey if you don’t get this spot, you can go onto the next choice. I mean, how many vets could there be in this town?
Brock: No sorry. This was my first and ONLY choice.
Harley: Okay, that’s stupid. Why are you so hell bent on this job?
Brock: Because there are only three vets in town. One was Suzy and one is this guy’s!
Harley: And the other?
Brock: Do you remember Holly?
Harley: Oh…Is she working at the other one?
Brock: Bingo! If not…I would have to move away and I can’t bring myself to leave this place yet. But I might not have a choice.
Harley: I understand. Well, I think you’re a shoe-in for the position. I mean, you were Suzy’s assistant for three years or so. You should be able to get through. Next thing on the list is try to find you an apartment. I know this great place on the east side of town.
Brock: Absolutely not! You are not going to talk me into moving to the gay district.
Harley: I merely mentioned it because it’s the cheapest. (A little later at Brianna’s house)
Brianna: Oh it’s so nice to see you two again! It certainly feels like old times!
Zoey: Laura should be arriving soon so it’ll definitely feel like old times.
Brianna: Fabulous! (Knock on the door) Oh, do I have more visitors? (Opens the door) Aaron!
Aaron: Hey babe just came to check on you.
Brianna: How sweet of you! But I have company over. I haven’t seen them in ages and we really need to catch up.
Aaron: Gotcha! I’ll see you tonight. (She closes the door)
Brianna: Ah, what a man! (They stare at her) Now don’t get the wrong idea! Aaron is a cute guy!
Dawn: Haven’t we heard this before?
Zoey: Is it just me or do you have some sort of fetish with boys with green hair?
Brianna: I don’t see that connection!
Zoey: Drew…Wally…Aaron? You don’t see the connection?
Brianna: …Nope. (They both groan) Don’t see a connection! (Looks at Dawn’s hand) OH MY GOD! Is that an engagement ring?
Dawn: NO YOU DOPE! I swear, people think the wrong thing! It’s a birthday present!
Zoey: I knew I should have gone with the necklace. (Sighs)
Brianna: Okay, okay. Sorry. I knew you two wouldn’t get hitched without telling me! (Dawn sighs) Oh…there was something I’ve been meaning to talk to you guys about. Well actually, this is concerning Dawn. I ran into your mother the other day. She kept asking me if I’ve talked to you.
Dawn: (Angrily) Let her keep wondering!
Zoey: Dawn!
Brianna: I know I shouldn’t pry, but…
Dawn: But nothing! It’s none of your business! I can’t see her…I refuse to see her.
Brianna: Ah! But Dawn…before you took off, you and your mother were close and had a bond that you would normally see in the movies. What on earth happened? (Flashback to a year ago)
Johanna: How dare you say such a thing? Your father may have had his fair shares of flaws but he is not a pedophile. He wouldn’t do that ever! How dare you Dawn Berlitz Elm! (End of flashback)
Dawn: (Tears up) She is dead to me…DEAD! (Runs out the door)
Brianna: I’m sorry. Zoey, I didn’t mean to make her…
Zoey: It’s just a long, complicated matter. (Thinking) I know everything that happened to her. They say time heals all wounds. But I don’t know if Dawn will recover from this. I guess it was a bad idea bringing her back home. (That night at Tracey’s house)
Marisa: (Groans) I’m stuck!
Michelle: What’s the matter?
Duplica: She’s trying to work on her wedding vows.
Michelle: I thought you told me you were finished.
Marisa: I’m not so get off my back! I just don’t know what to say. Any ideas? I’m open to any suggestion.
Duplica: Perhaps a recap of when you two met and fell in love.
Marisa: I thought about that. No matter how I look at it, our past was kind of dirty and some stories should never be told.
Michelle: Oh come on. What about when you two were crowned Prom King and Queen? Besides, I know you had a crush on him the minute you met him.
Marisa: Wrong again! At first I thought he was a closet pervert! (In another room)
Marcus: Okay, let me help you with this. Don’t say this, don’t say that, and reword this so it doesn’t sound like an Usher song!
Tracey: Who knew writing vows would be this hard!
Marcus: You could turn your vows into a song. That can’t be too hard.
Tracey: No. I’m not much of a singer.
Marcus: Yeah you’re right! I saw the way you butchered My Cherie Amour. Ah, even better. Turn your vows into a poem. It’s a little cliché, but I think we can make it work.
Tracey: It can’t hurt. Hmm…Know any good words that rhyme with Marisa?
Marcus: This is going to be harder than I thought. (Later at Ash’s apartment)
Ash: (Yawns) Time for a little pre-midnight snack!
Misty: Yes…thank you! I’ll go in on Wednesday. (Hangs up)
Ash: Misty?
Misty: Oh, you scared me.
Ash: Misty, I was talking to Samuel today and he told me you talked to him about our dilemma. But then, he mentioned something about you wanting to have a surrogate.
Misty: …Oh, so you know now.
Ash: Please Misty, try to do more thinking about this.
Misty: It’s only as a very last resort and you know I would never do it without consulting you first.
Ash: It’s okay Misty. I’m not mad. So, you have another appointment?
Misty: Just a check-up!
Ash: Hmm…Hey Misty… (She turns around) …Never mind. It’s nothing. (The next morning at Caroline’s house)
Caroline: Ugh! Those jackals from the media are swarming our house! (Pulls away the curtain) I told you not to pick a fight with Bill O’Reilly.
Crasher Wake: That jerk needs a good ass kicking! Teach him not to call people pinheads!
Caroline: That’s still no reason to challenge him on the man’s show. No matter, how much of an ass he is. I swear it seems like every person from the media is here. (A car pulls up) That must be May and Drew. (Opens the door) Honey!
Reporter 1: Caroline, is it true that your son died of a drug overdose?
Reporter 2: Is it true that you’re pregnant?
Reporter 3: Are the rumors true about you and your ex-husband Norman getting back together? (Moments later in the house)
Caroline: (Sighs) Day and night I deal with this mess!
May: Tell me about it! They never stop haunting us in L.A.
Drew: It always feels like we’re on the local news every night.
Caroline: I’m exhausted from the paparazzi. I tell them Max is spending a month in Peru, and they twist my words around and report that he’s living in a paper shack! (Sighs) But enough about that! May, I can’t wait to see your film hit the big screen.
May: I’d rather not talk about it.
Drew: I told you not to take on the project! You knew the Wayne’s brothers are notorious for producing out crap.
May: You still took the money Drew. I didn’t see you complaining then.
Drew: Fine, fine! Let’s just agree to disagree.
Crasher Wake: Sara, do you want a piggy-back ride?
Sara: Piggy-back ride!
Crasher Wake: Alright kiddo! (Ripping sound) Oh man! (Sara giggles) Well, these pants were old anyways. (That afternoon in Tracey’s house)
Laura: You have got to be kidding me.
Marisa: It’s not that bad! You look really cute!
Laura: When I agreed to be in the wedding, it would be under the condition that the dress wouldn’t suck. Guess what, it sucks!
Marisa: Hey, I had to wear bridesmaid dresses in the past that were hella worse than this one. Besides, you look very cute in blue. (Laura groans) You should be honored I picked you for maid of honor!
Michelle: Yes indeed.
Marisa: Where’s Marcus and Tracey?
Laura: I think they said something about going to a bar. (In a bar)
Marcus: Now that we have some time away from the women, it gives us a chance to speak man to man.
Tracey: What’s on your mind? Are you going to ask Duplica to marry you?
Marcus: No, no, no! It’s nothing like that! It’s just that I wanted to know something about the weird decision Marisa made for her wedding.
Tracey: Is this about her dress being white?
Marcus: She’s going to wear white? Hell must have frozen over! Well actually, this was about her picking me to walk her down the aisle. Why was it me and not someone like your father?
Tracey: (Sighs) It’s a complicated matter.
Marcus: Yeah and she told me the same thing. What’s so complicated?
Tracey: It just is!
Marcus: Fine, I’ll stop prying. I’ll just get you good and drunk. When you’re ready to break down and tell me the real reason, I’m all ears.
Tracey: It’s none of your business because there’s no business to speak of. As far as I’m concerned, that bastard is dead to me. Dead!
Marcus: Barkeep, two more beers down here! (Later at a restaurant)
Lanette: Oh you are looking good right now.
Marisa: (Giggles) Oh thank you!
Lanette: Oh there was a day when I would dread seeing you in a wedding dress.
Marisa: Was it because of my weight? I lost most of it!
Lanette: No, I was always afraid you were going to do something weird. Lady GaGa weird!
Misty: I always pictured a black gown with combat boots and Marilyn Manson blasting.
Marisa: Oh ye of little faith!
May: She’s right.
Reporter: And we see May Rose sitting with friends at a table! Oh, and it looks like it’s one of the people from her movie. It’s Marisa…
Marisa: Hey you! Get that camera out of my face before I shove it down your throat! (He runs away)
May: You know I really should have you as a bodyguard.
Marisa: I’m not too good around people of the media. Just watch, my rampage is going to end up on the six o’ clock news!
Winona: So you have to tell us, where are you going on your honeymoon?
Lanette: Let me see that rock he placed on your finger!
Misty: Any kids planned?
May: Or any on the way?
Marisa: Jamaica, right here, hell no, and fuck no!
Winona: Oh come on. You mean to tell me that you guys aren’t planning on having any little ones?
Lanette: Winnie, she’s not like you. She isn’t going to plop until she drops.
Winona: Excuse me?
Marisa: But hey, let’s not talk about kids! What can you ladies…well Misty and May, give as advice?
Misty: Don’t let him have a bachelor party.
Marisa: That’s a no-brainer.
May: Monitor how much alcohol he intakes. You don’t need those kinds of problems! (A little later at the bar)
Tracey: (Sobbing) He wasn’t there! He just doesn’t care! Why doesn’t he love me?
Marcus: I’m sure…your father has a really good reason.
Tracey: (Angry) No, no…Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said the thing he said, did you hear what I said?
Marcus: It’s okay Tracey. Everything is going to be okay. (Runs to the pay phone) Okay, my plan backfired! Time for Plan B! (Back at the restaurant)
Marisa: And so, there he was with nothing on but a black thong and a smile! (All laughing) So then… (Phone rings) Oh this better be good! Hello?
Marcus: Little buddy, I need your help.
Marisa: What a surprise! So what’s the matter Marcus? Did a squirrel give you an ugly look? Did you lock your keys out in the car again? Are you in jail?
Marcus: It’s Tracey! I took him to a bar to relax him and now he’s crying and it looks like he’s having an anxiety attack.
Marisa: WHAT?! Tell me where you are…I’ll be right there. (Hangs up) Tracey’s having a panic attack in a bar! Somebody give me car keys!
Laura: Oh, no you don’t! I’m driving you there! (Moments later at the bar)
Marisa: Marcus!
Marcus: Oh thank God you’re here. (She runs to him)
Marisa: Tracey, Tracey…Look at me! Look at me! Tracey!
Tracey: Ma-Marisa… (Sobs on her)
Marisa: It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’m here. (She embraces him) What the hell are you waiting for Marcus? Get the car! (He runs outside) It’ll be okay Tracey. It’ll be okay! I’m here. I’m here for you. Come on, we’re going to take a little trip. (They go outside)
Laura: Marisa, what’s going on?
Marisa: Go back to June’s house. Don’t you dare tell anyone what you’re seeing! We’ll be back later. (They drive away)
Laura: Bye. (The next morning in a hospital room)
Tracey: Hmm… (Groans) My head!
Marisa: So you’re awake?
Tracey: Not so loud, I’m sitting right here. I can’t remember a thing from last night.
Marisa: From what Marcus told me, you guys were having a discussion at the bar and it quickly turned into you screaming about your father. Then when I came, you were shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.
Tracey: I did that? God damn it. I do not like to cry in front of you.
Marisa: Tracey, I have seen you cry before. Several times! Sweetie, you just had a panic attack! It happens at times. Especially if you hold in anger or depression! Just be thankful it was nothing too serious. When I went through the holding in process, I ended up with a big ugly scar on my stomach. (A man walks in)
Lucian: Good morning. I came to check on the patient!
Marisa: Lucian! (Tracey growls) What are you doing here?
Lucian: I’m actually here as an intern. You know how my parents have always wanted me to be in the medical field.
Marisa: I swear Lucian, you can do it all without breaking a sweat.
Lucian: It’s not as easy as it looks. Well anyways, let’s get down to business. I came to check on the patient. How are you feeling Tracey?
Tracey: (Thinking) Fine before you got here. (Aloud) I’m okay.
Marisa: It’s been a long night Lucian.
Lucian: So I see. (Marcus snoring loudly) When Marcus wakes up, tell him I said hi.
Marisa: After I stick my foot up his ass.
Lucian: Same as always Marisa. (Laughs) Well Tracey, the doctor told me that you’re free to go. But feel free to take your time. (He puts his hand on Tracey’s shoulder) You are one lucky man. See you guys later. (He walks out)
Tracey: It’s getting harder not to hate him. (Marisa giggles) My mom doesn’t know, does she?
Marisa: No, not yet. I didn’t want to worry anybody.
Tracey: (Groans) Could you do something about that snoring?
Marisa: Done deal! Marcus, wake up.
Marcus: (Snorts) Huh? Oh whoa…Hey Tracey, you’re alive! Oh thank God, I was already thinking of what to say at your funeral. (Marisa cracks her knuckles) But I’m so glad that it isn’t the case!
Marisa: Do you have the energy to stand on your own?
Tracey: I don’t know. I still feel dizzy. (Groans)
Marcus: Lucky for you I’m here. Wear my sunglasses for the time being. (Back at the house)
Michelle: Marisa, Tracey, time for you two to get up!
Laura: Oh wait Auntie! Marisa and Tracey are still asleep. It’s been a long night.
Michelle: Yes but we have a busy schedule for the day.
June: What’s the problem?
Michelle: Marisa and Tracey are still in their room. (Knocking) Come on you guys!
June: You don’t think they’re hung-over?
Michelle: Nah, Marisa doesn’t drink…anymore that is! (They open the door) Hey, where are they?
Laura: Oh that’s right. They said they left early to get some breakfast with some old friends.
Michelle: Are you hiding something from me young lady?
Laura: No. Why would I do that? (Cell phone ringing) Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go get my phone. (Picks up)
Marisa: Laura!
Laura: Thank God it’s you. Please tell me you’re coming home soon.
Marisa: Relax, we are! Just stall them for a little while longer. We’ll be back at the house soon. (Shouting) Marcus, that’s a bedpan!
Laura: Bedpan? (Sighs) Fine. (Hangs up)
Michelle: Where are they?
Laura: They’re out catching up with old friends. They’ll be back later. I promise!
Michelle: You better be right! (A little later at Zoey’s house)
Zoey: Dawn…Hey Dawn! (Knock on the door) Do you want to visit Brianna again? Dawn… (She opens the door) Wonder where she went? (A little later on another street)
Dawn: (Sighs) I’m only here a couple of more days. (Back at the house)
Zoey: Mom, I’ll be right back. I have to go find Dawn! (Riding on the motorcycle) I wonder if she actually went to go see her mother. I know it’ll be hard considering all that has happened…but I’m sure Dawn will no doubt try to…Ah! (Stops the vehicle) There, you are!
Dawn: (Sniffling) Oh…Zoey…
Zoey: Hey, hey, don’t cry! We can take this one step at a time!
Dawn: I was going to…but…I just can’t do it!
Zoey: Come on Dawn! (At a bar)
Harley: (Thinking) Okay Brock, fresh start. It’s been proven that you’re not the father, so now it’s time to start a new. Get back out there!
Bartender: Hey Peter Pan, are you just gonna sit there all night?
Harley: Oh, I’ll have another one of these Cosmos, handsome.
Bartender: Call me that again and you’ll be flying out the window.
Harley: What the hell is he doing? (Brock sobbing) Oh no! (Runs to Brock) You have to pull yourself together!
Brock: Harley, maybe it’s too early to be finding another girl. Especially when you just had your heart broken.
Harley: Brock, follow by these words. “I get knocked down, but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down!”
Brock: Isn’t that an old drinking song from the 1990’s?
Harley: The same can be used for the game of love. Now get your ass back out there and find yourself a cute one! And make it snappy because you’ve got to be at Tracey’s soon. (Later at Tracey’s house)
June: Where the hell have you two been?
Michelle: You didn’t elope, did you? Please tell me you two didn’t elope!
Marisa: We didn’t!
Tracey: Sorry everybody, we were just…out and away. Marisa and I needed a little time away from it all.
June: There’ll be plenty of time for that on your honeymoon. Tracey, you look a little pale. Do you want something to eat?
Tracey: Not right now.
June: You two got drunk, didn’t you?
Marisa: If I did, you’d know!
June: Tracey, the boys are coming over in an hour to try on these tuxedos.
Tracey: That sounds great. Just let me sit down for a second. I feel a little dizzy. (They stare at Marisa)
Marisa: He’s probably catching something. (A little later)
Tad: Okay, glad you…can make it? Tracey, this is a sucky turnout. Is this all you have for friends? (Ash waves) Maybe you should think about Mondo being in the wedding.
Tracey: I don’t feel like dying before the ceremony Tad. Marisa would put my head on a stick. Besides, Brock and Drew will be here soon so don’t get your headband in a bunch.
Tad: We all have to make sacrifices when we’re desperate. For example, I had to leave Mondo alone with my daughter.
Tracey: YOU LEFT MONDO ALONE WITH A BABY?!
Tad: I’m calling him every five minutes just to check on him. (Watch beeps) Oh, right on schedule. (Dials a phone) Mondo, how is everything?
Mondo: Yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s fine! We’re just watching Sesame Street! Now stop calling me!
Tad: I’ll call him in five minutes just to see how he’s doing. (Knock on the door) That’s more like it! (Harley and Brock walk in)
Harley: Sorry we’re late!
Tracey: Harley?
Harley: Oh hello darling, long time, no see.
Tad: Tracey, who’s he?
Tracey: Someone…I know unfortunately.
Brock: Harley’s helping me with something.
Tracey: Oh yeah Brock, how are you doing? How’s Suzy and the new baby? (Brock starts sobbing) Huh? Did I say something wrong?
Harley: Kind of going through a hard time! Not his fault this time! (Mumbling and screaming outside) What’s all the commotion? (Pounding on the door) Drew?
Reporter: Drew, you have to tell us! What is May’s real weight?
Drew: GET OFF MY BACK! (Slams the door) I despise the media!
Ash: He gets chased by girls in his teens and the paparazzi in his twenties!
Brock: That’s Drew Rose for you!
Drew: (Sighs) Don’t praise me like that!
Harley: Oh come now! Getting into People Magazine is a big accomplishment! Even though you’re in May’s spotlight, you are getting a lot of attention as being May’s sexy husband. I must say you are sexy in these photos.
Drew: Give me that and fantasize about somebody else.
Tad: Boys, less talking and more trying on the tuxedos! (A little later)
Brock: Third wedding…and it still feels like a stab through the heart.
Ash: Well we’ve kept all of our girlfriends from high school.
Drew: And they’ve continued to love us!
Tracey: No matter what!
Brock: Give me a break! You three pulled some major boners in the last few years and some were hella worse than mine. Ash, you slept with a stripper days before your own wedding, Drew has been shoved in the dog house for numerous times, and Tracey…
Tracey: If you bring up Daisy again, I will strangle you!
Brock: Fine. But you guys get my message, right? What made you guys so different?
Ash: Well…we got some great gals.
Drew: Yeah, the special kind. Everyday with May leaves me with a warm feeling.
Ash: And waking up to Misty’s beautiful face every morning means more to me than anything.
Tracey: And now it’s my turn to feel that same way…when Marisa and I take that step.
Tad: You boys look so wonderful!
Harley: I’ll be the judge of that! Hmm…Ash, tuck in your shirt and stop dressing like you’re a 17 year old slob! Brock, straighten up that tie!
Tad: Who is this guy?
Drew: The flaming queen of the west! (Knock on the door)
Tracey: I’ll get that. (Opens the door)
Mondo: Hey Trace, did your mom have the locks changed? I can’t fit my key in.
Tracey: There’s a good reason why we did that too.
Tad: AH! Where’s my daughter? Where is she?
Mondo: Relax you spaz, she’s right here. And when Tracey has kids of his own, I’ll take care of them.
Tracey: You are to come no where NEAR my kids…if we have any!
Drew: No kids huh?
Tracey: Nope and that’s good because we really have no intention of having any. Or anytime soon! (Ash sighs) Ash?
Ash: Oh it’s nothing. (That night outside the house)
June: Tracey…what are you doing out here?
Tracey: I wanted to be alone.
June: Oh…my bad! I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.
Tracey: It’s okay, you can sit with me if you want. (She sits down)
June: Getting nervous about your big day? (He nods) So…are you going to tell me where you and Marisa were last night? (Tracey sighs) I’m just curious. That’s all!
Tracey: I was at the hospital. It was just a panic attack…That’s all.
June: Your father’s on your mind, isn’t he? (Groans) I know what he said was unforgiveable, but regardless he’s still your father.
Tracey: That’s just it Mom, I can’t suppress this. It keeps on haunting me. He doesn’t care about what I want. The man I once idolized and looked up to, and now I can’t even speak to him. (She puts her arm around him)
June: I don’t know what to say to make it better. I guess this is one of these situations where I can’t help you on this. I’m sorry Tracey.
Tracey: It’s okay Mom. (Meanwhile at a bar)
Harley: (Yawns) Brock, I’m tired. Do you need a ride back home?
Brock: Nah. I’ll stay.
Harley: And wallow in a puddle of your own depression?
Brock: That’s right, do you have a problem with that?
Harley: Just give me the keys to your car!
Brock: Fine, fine! (Hands him the keys) Give me another beer!
Bartender: That’ll be another five dollars.
Brock: Huh? Oh… (Pulls out his wallet) Crap! How about I start a tab?
Bartender: Read the sign!
Brock: “No tabs you mook!” Eh well go suck it. I need some fresh air. (Stumbles outside) Oh man…I’m going down. (Falls down) God, I hope this is just water I landed in!
Girl: Do you need help? (Back at Ash’s house)
Misty: Is something the matter?
Ash: Well…
Misty: Well what?
Ash: It’s just that…
Misty: It’s just that what? Ash, you can tell me anything.
Ash: I got a call earlier from a clinic. Did you and Lanette make some sort of appointment?
Misty: (Gasps) When did they call? Why didn’t you tell me?
Ash: Why didn’t you tell me that you were planning on going through with this?
Misty: I was…gonna tell you Ash!
Ash: Misty, not once did we talk about this issue and it’s starting to piss me off.
Misty: (Tears up) I’m sorry Ash…I was just…Excuse me… (She runs out of the room)
Ash: Oh Misty. (The next morning in an apartment)
Brock: Oh, my head! What the? Where…What…Who?
Marina: You’re awake!
Brock: (Gasp) Oh…my…God! Marina?
Marina: Yes…how did you know my name?
Brock: It’s me! Brock Harrison, from high school! (Silence) Come on, it hasn’t been that long and I still look the same.
Marina: Brock…Harrison… (Squints at him) Brock… (Gasp) Pervert?
Brock: Here’s a book, get the pain over with.
Marina: Put it down! I’m just glad you’re okay. I mean from last night. I guess you just drank too much.
Brock: I always do that when I go through one bad breakup.
Marina: I’m sorry to hear that. Breakups are never easy.
Brock: I just thought…she was the one. We were ready to have our baby and I was on top of the world. But…the baby came…he didn’t look like me. (Tears up) That is not my son.
Marina: Oh my…Brock, I am so sorry that happened to you.
Brock: I just thought she was the one. The one I could spend the rest of my life with. I guess that’ll never happen. (She hugs him) Huh?
Marina: Oh Brock. I’m sorry. (A little later at Tracey’s house)
Marisa: Finished. Biggest writers block to date!
Laura: Yeah, but at least you went through with it and finished. So let me see what you wrote.
Marisa: No way pint-size! Nothing until the wedding!
Laura: Hey, you could always use someone to read over what you read. You always make so many errors and mistakes and whatnot.
Marisa: Shut it, micro-shrimp!
Laura: You just can’t ever take anyone else’s opinions into consideration, can you?
Marisa: Nope. (Sounds of thunder outside) Oh my. I didn’t hear anything about rain today.
Laura: Me neither. I hope everything will be alright once the big day arrives. (Mondo and Tracey come in the room)
Mondo: Oh man, that movie was funny!
Tracey: Fine. Great! By all means take the DVD and go back to Tad’s place.
Mondo: No can do. Rai kicked me out.
Tracey: What’d you do?
Mondo: Something about vomit on her mother’s good quilt. It should come out in the wash so it’s all good.
Tracey: Well you can’t stay here!
Mondo: Come on Trace! Give me a shot! I’ll behave myself. I couldn’t possibly do anything incredibly rude in front of this little angel right here.
Laura: (Gulps) Marisa!
Marisa: I’ve got a knife.
Mondo: Kidding, kidding! Geez, for a comedian, you can’t seem to take a joke!
Marisa: I can take a joke, just not the joker like you!
Tracey: Man, it’s really coming down. (A car pulls up) Huh?
Laura: Who’s that?
Tracey: I don’t know.
Marisa: Did we invite anybody else to the wedding?
Tracey: I don’t think so.
Laura: It could be someone from your dad’s side.
Marisa: No way.
Laura: Let’s see. (They run to the front)
Tracey: I keep telling you we don’t have enough room for you or that goat of yours.
Mondo: You leave Becky out of this.
Marisa: Before you two fight until kingdom come, do you mind if I open up the door?
Tracey: Fine. (They open up the door)
Marisa: Who is it? (A man comes out of a cab)
Tracey: (Gasp) No.
Laura: No, what?
Mondo: No way!
Laura: No way, what? (Tracey walks outside)
Tracey: What the hell are you doing here? You have no right to be here.
Herb: Son…
Tracey: Don’t son me! You’re a complete bastard to not accept this woman into your life. If you can’t do that then you’re dead to me!
Marisa: Tracey!
Tracey: DEAD!
Herb: Tracey! (June runs out)
June: What in the world?
Tracey: You don’t care. You don’t care about anything but your own damn self. I’m marrying the woman I love and you don’t even care. You just judge her by the color of her skin. I love Marisa! I love her! Why can’t you see that?
Herb: I didn’t come here to argue.
Tracey: Then why? Why the hell did you come? To try and set us apart? I’m sick of you! I’m sick of you! I’M SICK OF Y… (Falls down to the ground)
Marisa: TRACEY! (Runs to him) He’s burning up! (She lifts him) Help me get him in the house now! (That night in front of Johanna’s house)
Dawn: I can do this…I can do this… (Walks to the front door) Be strong. (Knock on the door) Be strong Dawn. You can do this. (The door opens)
Lila: Yes?
Dawn: Hi…I was wondering if…Johanna Berlitz was here or not.
Lila: She is. Who are…Wait, Dawn? Could it be you?
Dawn: That’s me…But how did you know who I am?
Lila: You probably don’t remember me. I’m Lila. I used to watch after you when you were a baby.
Dawn: …I guess not.
Lila: Not surprising. I haven’t seen you since you were still in pampers.
Dawn: So why are you here?
Lila: Your mother…she’s fallen ill within the last year or so. (Dawn gasps) She just needed someone to look after her. After you left and after your father went to jail, she fell into a deep depression. She even tried to commit suicide a couple of times.
Dawn: Where is she now?
Lila: She’s sleeping now. (Dawn sighs) She…talks about you. Almost everyday! She wishes that you and her were on speaking terms. She regrets the things she said.
Johanna: Lila? Who was at the door?
Lila: So are you ready to see her?
Dawn: …I am.
Lila: It’s someone who wants to see you. We’re coming in to see you.
Dawn: (Gulps) I can do this. (Opens the door) Mom?
Johanna: (Gasp) Dawn…It’s…It’s really you. (Outside the bar)
Harley: Brock isn’t here. Geez, I better try his cell again. (A car pulls up)
Brock: Thanks for the ride.
Marina: No problem.
Harley: What in the…?
Brock: (Whispering) Call me. (The car drives away)
Harley: Was that?
Brock: Marina, from Pallet High. You remember her right?
Harley: How did you? What did you? When did you?
Brock: Relax, nothing happened…except I did get her phone number. (Harley gasps) Just to keep in contact!
Harley: So you haven’t lost your touch. Wait, Marina from high school! So how many books did she pummel you with?
Brock: Zero! Well one, but that’s only because a bug crawled on my arm! (Back at Tracey’s house)
Michelle: It’s just a fever! Nothing to get all worried about.
Marisa: Let me see him.
Michelle: Don’t get hysterical and let him rest.
Marisa: I said I want to see him. (She walks inside his room)
June: I hope you’re proud of yourself.
Herb: Excuse me?
June: If anyone caused this, it was you.
Michelle: Stop it! Your bickering isn’t helping one bit. The reason why Tracey is sick is because he’s been holding in all of his anger and frustration. He and Marisa have been waiting for this precious moment for a long time and now that it’s here, the subject of race has to come in to play.
Herb: I have no time to listen to this dribble! (Michelle grabs his ear)
Michelle: Now you listen up and you listen good! Whether you like it or not, my daughter is going to be your daughter soon so you better treat her with nothing but respect. You people make me sick. Frowning down upon people dating and marrying someone outside their race! I had to go through the scrutiny before and now my daughter has to go through with it. And to make the matter worse it’s the father of the groom saying this. Well I don’t like it one bit! If you ever speak ill of her again I will rip out your lungs and feed it to my dog! Have I made myself clear? (He gulps) I’m not hearing any audio!
Herb: Clear.
Michelle: Alright then. (She lets go) I’ll be in the kitchen cooking dinner.
Laura: I always thought Marisa got her violent streak from her father…but to think it was the other way around!
Mondo: I’m scared…and slightly aroused! (In the room)
Marisa: (Whispering) Tracey. (She sits by the bed) I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of this. I’m sorry you’re in so much pain. I’m sorry if it seems that I’m not giving you much help through any of this. I’m sorry if I’m not the woman…your father wants. I’m sorry.
Tracey: (Weakly) Marisa…
Marisa: (Gasp) Tracey…
Tracey: Hand me the bucket.
Marisa: Okay.
Tracey: Thank you. (He vomits and she flinches)
Marisa: Let it out. (Herb opens the door slightly) It’ll be okay Tracey.
Tracey: (Coughs) You…didn’t leave? You hate the sight of puke.
Marisa: I do hate it…but I love you. I’m here for you…no matter what!
Tracey: Marisa…don’t blame yourself. You…You’re not at fault. (She tears up) Don’t cry, I don’t like to see you cry.
Marisa: I can’t help it. (She grabs his hands) I can’t stand to see you suffer.
Tracey: It’ll be okay Marisa. I’ll be okay. (Back at Johanna’s house)
Johanna: It’s been quite a while.
Dawn: Almost two years.
Johanna: Dawn…I’m…sorry. For what I said to you! I should have listened to you when you told me about your father. I was in denial. I thought I could trust him. I was a fool to trust him. (Flashback to two years ago)
Joel: We have your husband in custody. He’s booked on charges of attempted rape and attempted murder.
Johanna: And my daughter…Where’s Dawn?
Joel: We found this note at the scene saying that she’s going away and isn’t coming back.
Johanna: (Voice over) I thought I would never see you again. I honestly thought you were dead…and so…I tried to take my own life away…that night after they released me from the hospital. (End of flashback) I thought I would never see you again. Every day, I would pray that I would get some sort of sign that said you were okay.
Dawn: (Tears up) Oh Mom… (She hugs her) I still love you. I still love you. (Later that night in Tracey’s room)
Marisa: (Thinking) Hmm…I wish there was something more I could do. (A hand on her shoulder) Huh?
Herb: Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?
Marisa: I can’t get to sleep…Not until I know he’s going to be okay.
Herb: (Sighs) You…care for him. You’re looking after him while everybody else sleeps.
Marisa: It’s what I do. It’s what I have to do. It’s what I want to do. I love him. I’ve loved him for almost seven years now and it’s gotten bigger every day we’re together.
Herb: I’ve been a fool. I shouldn’t have anything against you.
Marisa: Don’t judge me by the color of my skin, but by my actions. I have a good standing career, your son is getting respect as an artist, and we both love each other very much. He has been nothing but an inspiration to me all these years. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, no matter how mad I get at him. (He sits down)
Herb: Marisa…it’s going to take some time...to get used to the idea…Something is telling me that, you’re the right thing for my boy. (She smiles and walks over)
Marisa: Are you willing…are you willing to accept me? (A few days later at Caroline’s house)
Drew: (Yawns) Good morning! (May smiles) What are you smiling about?
May: No reason? (She holds his hand) Weddings make me remember…our own!
Drew: Standing at the alter…
May: In front of our friends and family…
Drew: Taking our vows…
May: It’s been four years since ours…Time to see another friend off! (At Misty’s apartment)
Ash: Misty, we’re going to be late! Damn it, what the hell is she doing? (In the bathroom)
Misty: Hmm… (Watch beeps) Okay, moment of truth. You’ve been through many in the past. (Gasp) It’s… (At Harley’s house)
Brock: How do I look?
Harley: I really should have helped Tracey pick out the tuxedos. Let’s get going! Should we take my car?
Brock: Well actually, someone offered a ride.
Harley: Huh? (Horn honking) What the…? Marina!
Marina: You boys ready?
Brock: Just about!
Harley: Brock…are you and her…?
Brock: Come on, we’re going to be late! (A little later at the church)
Ash: Big day Tracey!
Tracey: Finally!
Ash: Nervous?
Tracey: A little!
Tad: Seriously, are you feeling okay? I know you haven’t been feeling well for the last few days.
Tracey: I’m fine. Really, I am!
Tad: Well, you look a lot better compared to the other night. You had me worried sick.
Tracey: I’m fine. (In another area)
Lanette: Oh…you look so cute in that wedding dress! I swear, when me and Bebe get hitched, I want this wedding dress!
Marisa: Go ahead. No way in hell this dress will fit me after today!
Laura: Come on now!
May: I’m sure you won’t let yourself go after getting married. (Knock on the door)
Misty: Who is it?
Marcus: Housekeeping! (They open the door)
Laura: Oh grow up!
Marcus: Ladies, let me have a moment alone with the bride!
Lanette: Alright, we got you! I gotta go back to my post up front. (They leave the room)
Marcus: So…this is it!
Marisa: Yup! I guess it is.
Marcus: I always knew you would find the man of your dreams. I’m glad it’s Tracey. It seems like only yesterday, we were in high school and you were this shy little thing in front of him.
Marisa: Long time it seems. So Marcus, what’s this surprise you have for us?
Marcus: Hmm…What surprise?
Marisa: Some of the girls have been giving me hints that you have a bit of a surprise for us. Now I want some answers!
Marcus: You really want to know? I’ve learned how to raise the dead and contacted your deceased father to come to the wedding. (She hits him) Ouch! It’s something I’m giving at your reception party. Huh? You’re shaking?
Marisa: I haven’t been this nervous in a long time. I just feel like a big pie in the face is coming. (Knock on the door)
Marcus: I’ll open it. If it’s pie, I hope it’s cherry. (Opens the door) Or a weird looking man in a suit!
Herb: I was wondering if I could speak to the bride.
Marcus: And who are you?
Marisa: Marcus, this is Tracey’s father.
Herb: My goodness…here you are…here I am…
Marisa: Quite a lot to take in!
Herb: Tell me about it! Marisa, I want to make it up to my son…and to you.
Marisa: How would you like to walk me down the aisle? (Marcus’s jaw drops)
Herb: Me?
Marisa: Well, I don’t have a father…and now that you have come to a realization with what your son wants, I think you should be a part of our lives. I would like it very much if you would be there to walk me down the aisle.
Herb: (Smiles) I’d be honored. It’s the least I can do.
Marisa: Hmm… (Stares at Marcus) Oh stop being a drama queen! You can both walk me down the aisle. After all, I can’t break a promise to a friend! (In another area)
Ash: We’re almost ready to go!
Tad: Places people! Places!
Brock: Where’s Misty?
Lanette: Last I checked she was in the bathroom!
May: I’ll go get her! (She walks in the bathroom) Misty! (Misty coughs) We’re about to start! (Toilet flushes)
Misty: (Coughs) Sorry, I’m ready! (May stares at her) What is it? What’s wrong?
May: Are you? Can you be…? Are you…?
Misty: Stop stuttering!
May: Pregnant?
Misty: (Tears up) Yeah, yeah I am. (She hugs her) I’m finally going to be a mom!
May: Oh my God! I’m so proud of you! (The door opens)
Lanette: Girls, get your butts out! We’re going to start!
May: She’s having a baby! She’s having a baby!
Lanette: Baby, baby, baby! Is that all you girls think of? Get in your…Holy crap! Misty! Is this true? (She nods) I knew you could do it! I’m so happy for you! (She hugs her) Eh, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!
Cheryl: Okay girls let’s get in place.
Laura: You ready Marisa? (Marisa nods and music comes on)
Four scene of love and laughter.
I will be okay.
Marisa: (Thinking) Just breathe… (Flashback montage)
Tracey: Hi, I wonder if someone could tell me if I’m in the right room. (Marisa gets up)
Marisa: Let me take a look at your schedule. (Takes the piece of paper) Yeah, you’re in the right place.
Tracey: Thank goodness! It’s my first day at this school and this school is a lot bigger than my last school. Thanks again! Oh and my name is Tracey.
Marisa: It’s nice to meet you Tracey! My name is Marisa. Come on, you can sit near me.
Tracey: Don’t worry, I didn’t tell Marcus or anybody else what happened. I knew you wouldn’t want people to know what Gary was trying to do.
Marisa: I really appreciate that. Here we are. (She opens the door) Thanks again Tracey.
Tracey: Just get some sleep, it has been a long night. See you Monday. (He walks away)
Marisa: Good night. (Closes the door) Hmm…Tracey! (She blushes)
Tracey: It’s because she’s going to college and I still have two more years of high school.
Marisa: I’m sorry to hear that Tracey. So, maybe Daisy wasn’t the right girl for you. She doesn’t know what she’s missing! In my opinion, any girl would love to have someone who is as sweet and caring as you.
Tracey: You really think so?
Marisa: I know so.
Tracey: Thanks Marisa. You’re always a great person to talk to.
Marisa: Holy crap! You did, really?
Tracey: Mm-hmm. You’re one of the nicest and honest girls I’ve met at this school.
Marisa: I can’t believe what you’re saying Tracey. For so long, I’ve wanted to tell you how much I liked you. But I was afraid it was going to smack me in the face if I told you. (He embraces her) Oh Tracey, I’ve longed to embrace you like this.
Tracey: It’s time that I come clean on this. I wasn’t ready to leave this place and go to some college far away. But more importantly, I did it so I could stay close to you. (Marisa gasps) I’ve been thinking about it for the last few months now and have come to the conclusion that I’ve made a huge mistake by breaking up with you. If there was one thing that’s keeping me here in this town, it wouldn’t be my family or anyone like that, it would be you. Marisa…you complete me.
Marisa: (Sniffles) I can’t believe what you’re saying to me. You know you really sound like Tom Cruise in Jerry McGuire.
Tracey: So what do you say?
Marisa: Then why did you cheat on me?
Tracey: Honestly, I missed being with someone. You and I were very distant during the summer. I ran into Daisy one day and we started talking. Next thing I knew, she had her tongue down my throat. I know Marcus saw that part.
Marisa: You’re lucky it was Marcus and not me. Otherwise, I’d throw you off a cliff and make sure that you would not be able to walk again.
Tracey: I know and I deserve any kind of punishment I get. (Marisa kisses him on the lips)
Marisa: Oh Tracey! (She hugs him)
Tracey: So, this is what you do when you can’t sleep?
Marisa: Yeah…I just sit out here to think. I haven’t done this in a while, but I guess I have a big journey ahead of me. (Tracey sighs) Tracey…I… (He tears up) Oh come on, don’t be like that. I need you to be strong for me… (Tears up) Because I’ll start crying!
Tracey: You have no idea how much I’m going to miss you! (He embraces her)
Marisa: (Sniffling) I’m going to miss you so much!
Tracey: I’m here to stay.
Marisa: This seems like such a dream.
Tracey: It gets better. (Kneels down)
Marisa: Oh my God…Tracey!
Tracey: I know you had a lot of time to think about it but…Will you marry me?
Marisa: Yes Tracey, I will! I will! I WILL! (They hop around and kiss)
Tracey: You have no idea how happy I am! (End of flashbacks)
Marisa: (Thinking) It’s time! To join him…To stay with him…To love him…With all my heart! (Marisa, Marcus, and Herb walk down the aisle)
Tracey: (Gasps) I can’t believe… (Thinking) Dad…He did it! (Music stops)
Priest: Who gives this bride away?
Marcus: That would be me, her…brother.
Herb: And me…Her future father-in-law! (A little later in the ceremony)
Tracey:
Marisa my love
Our love is like a hand in a glove
When I met you, there was a spark
Someone who will keep me away from the dark
With you, I know I will never be lonely
I want to love you until we’re all old…and bone-ly! (Light laughter)
Marisa: Tracey…how do I say this without sounding so cliché? I met you back in my sophomore year of high school. At the time I pretty much couldn’t stand the sight of the opposite sex. I believed love was for the weak! But for some reason, I broke away from that and it was because of you. We may have had our arguments, our disagreements, and even pulled a few mistakes along the way. But…I got passed all that. I’ve been there for you and you have done the same for me! I want to be with you always and forever. (A little later)
Priest: Do you Marisa, take Tracey to be your husband, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, to have and to hold until death you part.
Marisa: I do.
Priest: Do you Tracey, take Marisa to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, to have and to hold until death you part.
Tracey: I take her for more than that. I sincerely do.
Priest: If there is anybody here that has a reason why these two shouldn’t get married, let them speak now or forever hold their peace. (Silence) By the powers invested in me, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Tracey Sketchit and husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride. (They kiss on the lips)
Laura: ALRIGHT TRACEY AND MARISA! WOO-HOO! (Cheering and clapping)
Zoey: Way to go!
Harley: You go girl!
Lanette: Get some!
Michelle: I’m so happy I could cry!
June: Right behind you! (Later at the reception party)
Marcus: Attention everybody! Can I have everybody’s attention?
Marisa: Dear God, please tell me he isn’t already drunk!
Marcus: Today, was a day I’ll never forget. This was the day that my little buddy, became a little lady and got married to a wonderful guy. (Cheering and applause) Now I know the speech is usually given by the parents of the newlyweds, the maid of honor, and the best man. I am…none of the above! But I got to escort her down the aisle and that’s good enough! For you all, I have a special treat. It’s time for the bride and groom to have their first dance. Folks, feel free to dance to this as well. HIT IT BOYS! (Band plays My Cherie Amour)
Marisa: Oh my God!
Tracey: Well…it is your song! And better yet I’m not singing!
Marcus: (Singing)
La la la la la la, la la la la la la
My cherie amour, lovely as a summer day
My cherie amour, distant as the milky way…
Ash: A baby! I can’t believe it finally happened! This is fantastic! I can give him my old baby shoes and I can name him Ash Jr. and I can teach him how to use a firearm when he gets older and…
Misty: But what if it’s a girl?
Ash: I guess we can name her Ashley! (Nearby)
Marina: I’ve always wondered how this would feel like.
Brock: Slow dancing with the old pervert?
Marina: (Giggling) Stranger things have happened so it seems.
Brock: I got the girl, I got the job, and an apartment! Just another chapter in the book of Brock!
Narrator: We are so not gonna write that!
Marisa: A new beginning.
Tracey: Together with you. (Singing off key) Maybe someday…
Marisa: You will get voice lessons! (They both giggle) But it’s gotten better.
Tracey: Come along…Mrs. Sketchit!
Marcus: (Singing)
Oh, cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore
You’re the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine
La la la la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la la la, la la la la la la (Cheering and applause)
Narrator: And thus ends a perfect day! And the end of this story! And the end…of my job!
Medea: Oh quit complaining! I have to find something else to do on Sundays now.
Narrator: It’s always about you. Yeesh, such an ego! Well from all of us from Romance 101, Romance 102, and the Romance Specials, we are glad you have enjoyed our story all these years. We’ve laughed and cried together. It’s been truly special.
Medea: We hope you enjoyed this read! We’ll miss you all.
Song(s) used
*Four Seasons by Namie Amuro
*My Cherie Amour by Stevie Wonder