All language subtitles for The Wedding Date 2005

(Transcribed by TurboScribe. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Hi, this is Kat.

Leave a message and I'll call you back.

Hi, Kat.

This is Nick Mercer.

Sorry I didn't get back to you last

night, but I got your messages.

All seven of them.

I know you're nervous, Kat, but this is

what I get paid for.

Now, I'm running a little late, so I

sent a messenger to pick up my ticket.

Kat, stop worrying.

Your ex-fiancé will wish he never left

you, and your family will think we're in

love.

You're going to have to trust me.

I'll see you at the airport.

Can't wait to meet you.

So sorry.

I wasn't quite ready for you.

It's a plane ticket.

For a date.

My date.

For my sister's wedding in London.

You need to let go.

You're going to have to help me.

Leave me breathless.

Harry, I'm

not working today.

I'm going to my sister's wedding.

Customer service will have to survive without me.

But Kat, we had three flights delayed and

two reps called in sick.

And a 2505 on the A20CPE to LGW.

And oh, and there's this guy on line

two who got stuck with his in-laws

because we couldn't get him out of Heathrow.

Harry, I'd love to help you.

Sincerely.

But I haven't seen my family in two

years, and my flight leaves in 15 minutes.

Uh, Kat?

Please.

I'm begging you.

Bump the 1414 to the upper on 1610.

What about line two?

Check my bags.

I completely understand.

You just want your family to see the

way you see yourself, or at least the

way you would see yourself if you didn't

feel so victimized by them all the time.

Hello.

Mr. Rajagopal, we regret that you are inconvenienced.

Unfortunately, we are not liable.

But just this once, I'm going to refund

the full price of your ticket and credit

you 10,000 frickin' farm miles.

Thank you for calling Virgin Atlantic.

Your first trip?

My sister's getting married and the best man

is my ex.

In case I chicken out, I want to

know where all the exits are.

I'm not a knuckler.

I fly all the time.

The reason I can't find my legs is

that any second my date is going to

sit down in 3B, and I need him

to look really, really, really, really good today.

Hello, 3B.

Hey.

That's it.

I'm glad you found it, okay?

The airport, the plane, I mean.

I'm sorry we couldn't leave sooner.

I know you wanted a few hours to

get settled before the party.

Work must be crazy.

Oh, I should warn you.

You know those families where everyone's out of

their mind, but at the end of the

day, they're your family, so you love them?

Mine's not like that.

I love my dad, but since he's my

stepdad, he's technically not family.

He's more like a hostage.

We will shortly be arriving at Mountain Heathrow.

Please remain seated.

Good morning.

Oh, man.

Please tell me you're not wearing that tonight.

I am.

It's no big deal, really.

It just looks like a tailor cut off

a yard of my dress and made a

tie out of it.

Don't get me wrong, matching's fine.

It's matchy-matchy you want to look out

for.

This is definitely matchy-matchy.

You think we look like we're trying too

hard.

Exactly.

I want us to look like we fit,

but not like we're trying too hard to

look like we fit.

Let me teach you a trick.

If you look people in the eye, they'll

never notice what you're wearing.

Well, there's no way I'm showing up in

his and her outfits, so if you're going

to wear that tie, I have to change

my dress.

Driver, will you please pull over somewhere?

I'm sorry.

I promise, Nick, this is the last one.

You must think that...

Who knows what you think.

I know how important this is for you,

but remember, you're a beautiful woman, and you've

got everything in the world going for you.

Don't patronize me.

I feel like crap, and if I'm going

to feel like crap, I want to look

hot doing it.

Mission accomplished.

Really?

Don't get too attached.

I prefer the red one.

I'll let her know.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Nice dress or hmm?

Gorgeous.

It was insane to let you go.

Well, I'll tag you.

If that's fine with you.

I don't know if I can do this.

Well, you're never going to be sure of

anything, but you still have to go inside.

Aunt Bea!

Dear girl, this should have been you getting

married.

You know, you didn't have to return the

gravy boat.

And to think Jeffrey is the best man.

Have you met Nick?

How do you do?

Oh.

Charming.

And what do you do?

Excuse us.

Nightmare.

Okay, we need a story.

You're a therapist.

We just started dating, and you're crazy about

me.

Count it.

Six thousand, even.

Oh, I trust you.

No.

Count it.

All right.

Tell you what, I'll cover expenses, but if

you want to be intimate, we talk money

before anything happens.

Oh, no, no, that won't be an issue.

Believe me, I find the idea of sex

for money morally repugnant.

I'm sorry.

No offense.

Do me a favor.

Quit apologizing.

If you look at this for what it

is, a simple business transaction, maybe you won't

feel so compelled to keep saying I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's also really annoying.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Pussycat!

What happened to you?

Pull over for a quickie.

Mom, this is so not the time to

be yourself.

And who might this be?

Hi, I'm the new guy.

It's great to meet you.

Lovely.

This is a marathon, not a sprint.

We've got welcome cocktails today, then tomorrow's young

people in the park, followed by stags and

hens, Friday's picnic, then the rehearsal dinner.

And since you have so foolishly left no

margin for jet lag, I need you to

hydrate.

Dad.

My darling.

Meet Nick.

Professor Ellis.

How'd you do?

Cat?

Hey.

Oh, I missed you so much.

Gosh, who's the hunky, huh?

Nice.

There you are.

Times like these, I find a good stiff

drink helps, don't you?

Oh, well, can I get you a refill,

sir?

I'm very kind of you.

Where did you find him?

Thank you.

Yellow pages.

Hello?

Oh, sweet Jesus, who gave that woman an

amp?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, wonderful, it's finally working.

All right, does everybody have a drink?

Because I'm going to say a few words.

Welcome, friends and family.

Victor and I are so happy that you're

here to celebrate with us as we welcome

Edward and the Fletcher Wootens into our family.

You know, it's funny, we always thought that

we would marry off Cat first.

We had good reason to hope, because she

was so popular with the boys at school.

And we came pretty close once, but as

you all know, that crashed and burned.

Luckily, we were able to get the deposit

back, so here we are again.

Ah, yes, yes, well, back to the bride

and groom-to-be.

Edward, we are so glad that you fell

in love with the girl next door, our

Amy.

Congratulations, babies.

Congratulations.

Jeffrey.

Hello, Cat Mandu.

Wow, you look gorgeous.

Gorgeous.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my

God, oh, my God, oh, my God, a

top cat.

Where the bloody hell have you been?

I have gynecologists at home more often.

You have more than one gynecologist.

You have to play them off against each

other, otherwise they think you're easy.

Hello, arsehole.

Listen, since you dumped my cousin brutally and

without cause, you won't mind if I just

steal her away, will you?

Thanks.

I wasn't saving you from him, I was

saving you from yourself.

You, my love, are too bloody nice.

By the way, did he bring a date?

Darling, why waste ten more seconds on that

horse's arse when Mr. Tie-Me-Up-Tie

-Me-Down is waiting for you over there?

What does he do, anyway?

He's a therapist.

The perils of parenthood.

Oh, God, I think I've just come.

Thank you.

Can I have that?

Heather, you know what I love about all

this, Cat?

There's finally a reason for the whole world

to revolve around you.

Exactly.

How's the future, missus?

I'm perfect.

I'm all ginny.

All snufflepuff.

Am I not the luckiest bastard on earth?

Well, I'll dance to that.

You know, that's what it gets for not

taking dance lessons until two days before the

wedding.

Oh, come on.

Who's ever had a dance lesson for a

wedding?

Well, just about everyone.

You are taking the piss?

We'll go with you.

I don't even know you, hunky-dunky, and

I love you already.

Dance lessons.

What?

Hey.

Oh, hello.

Weddings are a celebration of love and commitment.

In utopia, in the real world, they're an

excuse to drink excessively and say things you

shouldn't.

Philosopher, huh?

Shrink.

Crikey.

What?

No, nothing.

Right on.

Well, you yanks in your therapy, it's a

load of touchy-feely mumbo-jumbo.

Spilling your guts to a total stranger, I

Oh, God.

It's just, well, there's this girl that I

care for.

Well, I suppose you could say I love

her.

And the bugger is, of course, she's here

with some other guy.

Here you all are.

Hey, Kat.

Hey, Kat.

Oh, hey, yourself.

I see you met my ex.

I was just telling him how we met.

The next game.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

But you hate sport.

I hate cricket.

Right, yeah.

Well, I should go and, uh, go.

He looks miserable.

What were you talking about anyway?

He seems a little drunk, but I think

he's still crazy about you.

Do I know you from somewhere?

No.

What did he say?

You don't, you don't think he wants me

back?

Here we are.

Come on.

Thanks, Mom.

Thanks, honey.

Thanks, Dad.

Thanks again for having me.

Oh, don't be silly.

It's wonderful to finally meet you.

Although technically, I never even knew you existed.

Come on, buddy.

I love surprises.

Where's Nick sleeping?

My mother has this rule about men and

women sharing a room when there's no ring

involved.

Don't be silly.

What?

I am not as small-town as my

daughter seems to think.

Sorry about this.

I went through a painfully earnest floral phase.

Air supply?

Oh, my, um, my parents had a German

exchange student a few years back.

He must have left it here.

Everyone knows they're great as hits.

Some of their lesser-known ballads are surprisingly

poignant.

Is that an old habit from ballet class

or from a lifetime of walking on eggshells?

I never took ballet.

How'd you know that was me?

I have a friend at the magazine.

So much for anonymity.

Go ahead, take a look.

Part of the package.

I'm, I'm sorry.

I'm just, I'm a little nervous.

I never thought anything like this could happen

to me.

This happened to you?

Happened in the sense that I picked up

the phone, tracked you down, flew you over

here and gave you $6,000 out of

my 401K.

Oh, will you grab my shampoo, please?

Shampoo.

Got it.

I'm all out of love.

I'm so lost without you.

I know you were right.

Barely even for so long.

I'm all out of love.

What am I without you?

I can't be too late to say that

I was so wrong.

Um, the part where you were a sexual

surrogate and then started to branch out, is,

is that really how it happened?

The real story, my mother was a hippie

and a stripper.

She was insanely inappropriate with me.

She used to wash her lingerie in my

bathwater while I was still in it.

Oh, wow.

So as an adult, I needed to find

ways to experience intimacy and sex, but with

rules that couldn't be violated.

Wow.

I'm just screwing with you.

Oh, shit.

Okay, this part.

You say, and I quote, every woman has

the exact love life she wants.

Now, that seems like a pretty broad generalization.

Oh, do you

honestly believe that I want to be single

and miserable?

Do you think that I want to be

hung up on some guy who led me

on for years and out of the blue

just shattered my heart?

Well, first of all, there's no such thing

as out of the blue.

And second of all, yeah.

What?

When you're ready to let go, to be

un-single and un-miserable, you will.

Till then.

So when you were talking to Jeffrey before,

how did he sound?

Like a harmless, self-absorbed toolbox.

Seriously?

He sounded tormented.

Tormented how?

Like he's jealous that I'm here with someone

else?

Or like he regrets throwing away our life

together?

It's just that this doesn't really turn out

the way that I thought it would.

He seems more mature.

Run, you bastard!

Come on!

Come on, throw it!

Throw it!

Well played, darling.

Hey!

You ready, TJ?

Bugger off, Jeffrey.

All right, hey, batter, batter!

One cat.

Batter up.

You're up, Kat.

Be nice to me, Jeffrey.

Yes!

Hooah!

Hooah, hooah, hooah!

Who's the game?

Edward?

Oh, trust me, I am.