I can't believe
my little girl is getting married. Here's the wedding itinerary
for the week. Looks like
we won't get much time together. You're in the dance rehearsal.
See the asterisk? -"Mother of the Bride?"
-Now, I'm an asterisk. RJ! This is my Aunt Janice. And you must be the mother of-- -Lana?
-Hi-lo! I mean, "Hello." Could someone explain
what's going on? Once upon a time, your father and Emma's mother dated in college. -Wait. What?
-Oh, I mean, it wasn't serious. Are you serious? My daughter has to fall for the son of the guy
who ripped my heart out. You have to play cool.
Let him see what he's missed, but don't let him know you care. Will? -What are you doing?
-I'm leaving. Best thing you can do is relax. -Mixed doubles?
-She doesn't like to lose. Who said anything about losing? -I'm so sorry.
-Hey, buddy, I'm a doctor. I need you to relax and breathe. Hey, listen.
Can I buy you a drink tonight? -Oh, thank you, but--
-She's wide open. -See you then.
-You're welcome. I get that
you were a thing in college, but what's the big deal? We were everything to each other. And then, one day, he's just gone. Everyone, find your partners. I don't have a partner. I'll be your partner. What is going on
between the two of them? -Mom, are you okay?
-Honey, I'm fine. It's time to take care of me a bit less and take care of yourself a bit more. I just want you to be happy. Nothing says elegance
like a black and white wedding. So, your mother will be wearing this one.