Wedding Trouble – Conclusion
Leeville
In the meantime, Helen had continued to drink. “Honey, maybe we ought to think about getting back,” Jake said.
“No, my little party's just beginning,” Helen objected. “Waiter!”
“Here, I'll get you some coffee and wedding cake,” Jake said trying to defuse the situation.
“Oh, Rita would love that, seeing me balloon up right in front of her.”
“Helen, um, you're being kind of loud.”
“Oh, no! We don't want a scene do we? We don't want to spoil the lovely wedding that lovely mother spent so much lovely money on.”
Paul arrived at the table at that moment. “Is everything okay here?” he asked.
“Well, you're right about one thing; she sure knows how to pick'em!” Helen said in her intoxicated state.
“Hey!” Paul cried out.
“Keep it down!” Jake cried out.
“Wanna make me?” Paul asked.
Rita and Erin then arrived. “What's going on? Helen?” Rita asked, shocked at the scene.
Erin was even more shocked. “Oh, you know perfectly well what's going on, Mother. Your pathetic boyfriend is making a scene!”
“What do you mean, pathetic?” Paul asked.
“Look in the mirror, pal!” Jake answered, his voice rising.
Helen stood, swaying. “I just want to say one thing, Rita. You may be the pretty one, you may be the one Mom loves, but I worked my damn butt off!”
Erin didn't like this at all! “Aunt Helen! Please!”
Brian then arrived at the table...
“What's going on? No cat fights, ladies!” he said.
“Shut the hell up, you prehistoric imbicile!” Rita called out.
( Amy and Daria looked at the increasing fracas... )
Leeville
In the meantime, Helen had continued to drink. “Honey, maybe we ought to think about getting back,” Jake said.
“No, my little party's just beginning,” Helen objected. “Waiter!”
“Here, I'll get you some coffee and wedding cake,” Jake said trying to defuse the situation.
“Oh, Rita would love that, seeing me balloon up right in front of her.”
“Helen, um, you're being kind of loud.”
“Oh, no! We don't want a scene do we? We don't want to spoil the lovely wedding that lovely mother spent so much lovely money on.”
Paul arrived at the table at that moment. “Is everything okay here?” he asked.
“Well, you're right about one thing; she sure knows how to pick'em!” Helen said in her intoxicated state.
“Hey!” Paul cried out.
“Keep it down!” Jake cried out.
“Wanna make me?” Paul asked.
Rita and Erin then arrived. “What's going on? Helen?” Rita asked, shocked at the scene.
Erin was even more shocked. “Oh, you know perfectly well what's going on, Mother. Your pathetic boyfriend is making a scene!”
“What do you mean, pathetic?” Paul asked.
“Look in the mirror, pal!” Jake answered, his voice rising.
Helen stood, swaying. “I just want to say one thing, Rita. You may be the pretty one, you may be the one Mom loves, but I worked my damn butt off!”
Erin didn't like this at all! “Aunt Helen! Please!”
Brian then arrived at the table...
“What's going on? No cat fights, ladies!” he said.
“Shut the hell up, you prehistoric imbicile!” Rita called out.
( Amy and Daria looked at the increasing fracas... )