Father of the Bride

Stanley T. Banks:
Who giveth this woman? "This woman." But she's not a woman. She's still a child. And she's leaving us. What's it going to be like to come home and not find her? Not to hear her voice calling "Hi, Pops" as I come in? I suddenly realized what I was doing. I was giving up Kay. Something inside me began to hurt.

Stanley T. Banks:
You fathers will understand. You have a little girl. She looks up to you. You're her oracle. You're her hero. And then the day comes when she gets her first permanent wave and goes to her first real party, and from that day on, you're in a constant state of panic.

Stanley T. Banks:
I would like to say a few words about weddings. I've just been through one. Not my own. My daughter's. Someday in the far future I may be able to remember it with tender indulgence, but not now. I always used to think that marriages were a simple affair. Boy meets girl. Fall in love. They get married. Have babies. Eventually the babies grow up and meet other babies. They fall in love. Get married. Have babies. And so on and on and on. Looked at that way, it's not only simple, it's downright monotonous. But I was wrong. I figured without the wedding.

Ben Banks:
Can't be June. I've got my final. Why not May?

Ellie Banks:
May's too early.

Tommy Banks:
July's out. I'm going to camp.

Kay Banks:
This isn't a kids party. It's my wedding and my friends.

Stanley T. Banks:
Ellie, what did you mean by?

Kay Banks:
No one has to raise a finger. When the time comes, I'll do everything. And I mean everything.

Ellie Banks:
I can imagine that.

Ben Banks:
I'm not going.

Kay Banks:
Listen! I don't care if you come or not!

Ellie Banks:
Oh, Stanley. I don't know how to explain. A wedding. A church wedding. Well it's, it's what every girl dreams of. A bridal dress, the orange blossoms, the music. It's something lovely to remember all the rest of her life. And something for us to remember too.