The Proposal (I) (2009)

Sandra Bullock: Margaret Tate

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• Margaret Tate : I am not getting in that boat!

  Andrew Paxton : Fine, see you in three days.

  Margaret Tate : You know I can't swim!

  Andrew Paxton : Hence... the boat.

• Margaret Tate : What am I allergic to?

  Andrew Paxton : Pine nuts, and the full spectrum of human emotion.

• Margaret Tate : [surprised to see Andrew at her office]  Why are you panting?

  Andrew Paxton : Cause I've been running.

  Margaret Tate : From Alaska.

• Andrew Paxton : We'll tell my family about our engagement when I want and how I want. Now, ask me nicely.

  Margaret Tate : Ask you nicely what?

  Andrew Paxton : Ask me nicely to marry you... Margaret.

  Margaret Tate : What does that mean?

  Andrew Paxton : You heard me. On your knee.

  Margaret Tate : [she kneels]  Fine. Does this work for you?

  Andrew Paxton : Oh, I like this. Yeah.

  Margaret Tate : Here you go. Will you marry me?

  Andrew Paxton : No. Say it like you mean it.

  Margaret Tate : Andrew.

  Andrew Paxton : Yes, Margaret.

  Margaret Tate : Sweet Andrew.

  Andrew Paxton : I'm listening.

  Margaret Tate : Would you please, with cherries on top, marry me?

  Andrew Paxton : Ok. I don't appreciate the sarcasm, but I'll do it. See you at the airport tomorrow.

• Margaret Tate : Why didn't you tell me you were some kind of Alaskan Kennedy?

  Andrew Paxton : How could I ? We were in the middle of talking about you... for the last 3 years.

  Margaret Tate : OK, know what ? Timeout, OK ? This bickering Bickerson thing has got to stop. People need to think that we are in love. So let's just...

  Andrew Paxton : That, hey, that's no problem. I can do that. I can pretend to be the doting fiance. That's easy. But for you, that's going to require that you stop snacking on children while they dream.

• Andrew Paxton : I'm not rich. My parents are rich.

  Margaret Tate : Which is the kind of thing that only a rich person would say.

• Andrew Paxton : Don't take this the wrong way.

  Margaret Tate : OK.

  Andrew Paxton : You are a very, *very* beautiful woman.

• Andrew Paxton : [on the phone with his mom on why he can't come home for the weekend]  I know. I know. Tell Gammie I'm sorry. What do you want me to tell you, she's making me work late again. I've worked to hard for this and I'm sure that dad is pissed.

  [seeing Margaret come towards him] 

  Andrew Paxton : But we take all our submissions very seriously and we'll get back to you as soon as we can.

  Margaret Tate : Was that your family?

  Andrew Paxton : Yes.

  Margaret Tate : Tell you to quit.

  Andrew Paxton : Every single day.

• Andrew Paxton : [referring to the story about how he proposed to Margaret]  You know what? Actually, Margaret loves telling this story, so I'm just gonna let her go ahead and do that. We should just sit and rapture.

  Margaret Tate : Wow, okay... wow, where to begin... the story... Well, um, wow... Okay, well, um, Andrew and I... Andrew and I were about to celebrate our first anniversary together and I knew that he'd been itching to ask me to marry him and he was scared, like a little tiny bird. So, I started leaving him little hints here and there because I knew he wouldn't have the guts to ask...

  Andrew Paxton : That's not exactly how it happened.

  Margaret Tate : No?

  Andrew Paxton : No, no, I mean I picked up on all of her little hints... this woman is about as subtle as a gun. Yeah, no what I was worried about was that she might find this little box...

  Margaret Tate : Oh, the decoupage box that he made, where he'd taken the time to cut out twenty little pictures of himself, just pasted all over the box. So beautiful! I opened that beautiful little decoupage and out fluttered these tiny little hand cut heart confettis and once they cleared, I looked down and I saw the most beautiful, big...

  Andrew Paxton : ...fat nothing! No ring.

  Grandma Annie : No ring?

  Grace Paxton : What?

  Andrew Paxton : No, but inside that box, underneath all that crap, a handwritten note with the address to a hotel, date and time. Real Humphrey Bogart type stuff. Masculine. Naturally, Margaret, she thought...

  Margaret Tate : I thought he was seeing someone else... so it was a terrible time for me, but I went to that hotel anyway, I went there and I pounded on the door. But the door was already unlocked. As I swung open that door, there he was...

  Andrew Paxton : Standing.

  Margaret Tate : Kneeling.

  Andrew Paxton : Like a man.

  Margaret Tate : On a bed of rosebuds, in a tuxedo. Your son. Your son... and he was choking back soft, soft sobs. And when he held back the tears and finally caught his breath, he said to me...

  Andrew Paxton : 'Margaret, will you marry me?' and she said 'yep', the end!

• Margaret Tate : Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!

  [throws a pillow at him, waking him up] 

  Margaret Tate : [whispering]  Your mother's at the door, get up here! Get up here!

  Margaret Tate : [to Andrew's mother]  Just a second!

  [Andrew throws his pillow and blanket at her] 

  Margaret Tate : [whispering as she takes Andrew's blankets off the bed]  Baby blanket, get it off, get it off...

  Margaret Tate : [Andrew gets close to her, as if they were sleeping together, as she feels something]  Oh my God, what is that?

  Andrew Paxton : I'm sorry... it's morning!

  Margaret Tate : What do you mean it's morning?

  [Andrew rolls his eyes, as the meaning is obvious] 

• Andrew Paxton : Fun fact about Andrew number 11: I like Pringles.

  Margaret Tate : Okay.

  Andrew Paxton : They're delicious. All Hostess products. Coke, never Pepsi, and beef jerky.

  Margaret Tate : What, are you, like, 13?

• Margaret Tate : If you touch my ass one more time I will cut your balls off in your sleep, okay?

• Margaret Tate : I have never farted in front of him. Nor will I ever fart in front of him.

  Andrew Paxton : She farts in her sleep.

• Margaret Tate : Who is Jillian? And why does she want me to call her?

  [shows Andrew the phone in the coffee cup] 

  Andrew Paxton : Well, that was originally my cup.

  Margaret Tate : And I'm drinking your coffee why?

  Andrew Paxton : Because your coffee spilled.

  Margaret Tate : [tastes coffee]  So you drink unsweetened cinammom light soy lattes.

  Andrew Paxton : I do. It's like Christmas in a cup.

  Margaret Tate : Is that a coincidence?

  Andrew Paxton : Incredibly, it is. I mean, I wouldn't possibly drink the same coffee that you drink just in case yours spilled, that would be pathetic.

  [phone rings] 

  Andrew Paxton : Morning! Miss Tate's office.

• Margaret Tate : Listen carefully Bob. I didn't fire you because I felt threatened. No. I fired you because you're lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spend more time cheating on your wife than you do in your office. And if you say another word Andrew here is going to have you thrown out on your ass - O.K.?

  [Bob Spaulding motions] 

  Margaret Tate : Another word and you're out of here with an armed escort. Andrew will film it on his little cameraphone and put it on that Internet site.

  [to Andrew] 

  Margaret Tate : What's that?

  Andrew Paxton : YouTube.

  Margaret Tate : Exactly. Is that what you want?

  [Bob Spaulding shakes head no] 

  Margaret Tate : Didn't think so. I have work to do.

• Andrew Paxton : Why are you WET?

  Margaret Tate : Why are you NAKED?

• Grandma Annie : [taking a knitted blanket out of the cabinet]  If you get chilly tonight use this. It has special powers.

  Margaret Tate : [takes blanket]  Oh. What kind of special powers?

  Grandma Annie : [smiling]  I call it the baby maker.

  Margaret Tate : Okay.

  [to Andrew] 

  Margaret Tate : Better be super careful with this.

• Grandma Annie : I want you to have it.

  Margaret Tate : I can't. Can't take this.

  Grandma Annie : I don't want to hear it. Grandmothers love to give their stuff to their grandchildren. It makes us feel like we'll still be part of your lives even after we're gone. Take it.

• Margaret Tate : [after giving Andrew instructions on the Alaska weekend]  Why aren't you taking notes?

  Andrew Paxton : I'm sorry, were you not in that room?

  Margaret Tate : What? Oh, oh, the thing you said about being promoted? Genius, genius. He completely fell for it.

  Andrew Paxton : I was serious. I'm looking at a 250,000 dollar fine and 5 years in jail, that changes things.

  Margaret Tate : Promote you to editor? No way.

  Andrew Paxton : Then I quit and you're screwed. Bye bye, Margaret.

  Margaret Tate : Andrew! Andrew! Fine! Fine. I'll make you editor, fine. If you do the Alaska weekend and the immigration interview, I'll make you... I'll make you editor. Happy?

  Andrew Paxton : Not in two years, right away.

  Margaret Tate : Fine.

  Andrew Paxton : And you'll publish my manuscript.

  Margaret Tate : 10,000 copies first run.

  Andrew Paxton : 20,000 copies first run.

• Margaret Tate : I'm sorry for feeding you to the eagle!

• Margaret Tate : Hand off ass.

• Margaret Tate : They are going to make Bob chief.

  Andrew Paxton : So, naturally, I would have to marry you?

• Margaret Tate : They're hunting for terrorists, not for book publishers.

• Margaret Tate : [on sleeping in the same bedroom with Andrew]  We love to snuggle. Don't we honey?

  Andrew Paxton : [sarcastically]  Huge snugglers.

• Margaret Tate : If you ever grab my ass again. I will kill you!

• Mrs. McKittrick : So I wanted to know, what does a book editor do?

  Joe Paxton : That's a great question, Louise. I'm curious to know the answer myself.

  Andrew Paxton : Hello, Dad.

  Joe Paxton : Son.

  [turns to Margaret] 

  Joe Paxton : This must be Maggie.

  Margaret Tate : Uh, Margaret.

  Joe Paxton : Joe. Pleasure to meet you.

  Margaret Tate : Pleasure's mine.

  Joe Paxton : So why don't you tell us exactly what a book editor does. Besides taking writers out to lunch and getting bombed.

  Mrs. McKittrick : Now that sounds like fun. No wonder you like being an editor.

  Joe Paxton : No, Louise. Andrew's not an editor, he's an editor's assistant. Maggie here is the editor.

  Margaret Tate : Margaret.

  Jim McKittrick : So you're actually... Andrew's boss. Yeah. Well. How about that.

  Joe Paxton : I think I'll get a refill.

  [walks off] 

  Margaret Tate : Charming.

• Grandma Annie : There he is!

  Grace Paxton : Andrew!

  Andrew Paxton : Hi!

  Grace Paxton : Oh! It's so good to see you!

  Grandma Annie : You're suffocating him, Grace.

  [to Andrew] 

  Grandma Annie : Come here.

  Andrew Paxton : Ah, Gammy. How are you doing?

  [to Grace] 

  Andrew Paxton : Where's Dad?

  Grace Paxton : Oh, you know your father. He's always working.

  Grandma Annie : Never mind about him. Where's your girl?

  Andrew Paxton : Uh, she's... right there. There she is.

  Grandma Annie : I guess the word "girl" is inappropriate.

  Grace Paxton : Annie.

  Margaret Tate : Hi!

  Grace Paxton : Hello.

  Andrew Paxton : Margaret, this is my mom.

  Margaret Tate : Oh, hello.

  Andrew Paxton : Yeah, great. This is my gammy, Annie.

  Margaret Tate : Pleasure.

• Gertrude : Hey! There you are. How are you holding up?

  Margaret Tate : Oh, fine. Fine. Just working on my tan.

  Gertrude : Yeah, the Paxtons can be a bit overwhelming at times.

  Margaret Tate : Yes, yes.

  Gertrude : It's a little different than New York, huh?

  Margaret Tate : Little bit. Little bit. You ever been?

  Gertrude : No. That was always Andrew's dream, not mine.

  Margaret Tate : You guys were pretty serious, huh?

  Gertrude : Well, I mean, we dated in high school and all through college, but we were kids.

  Margaret Tate : And you guys called it off because of...

  Gertrude : Well, um... the night before we graduated school, he proposed... and said he wanted to elope and run away to New York with me. And...

  Margaret Tate : You said "No".

  Gertrude : And I said "No," yeah. I've never been anywhere but here. This is home. But anyway... you're a lucky girl. He really is the best, which you obviously already know.

  Margaret Tate : Oh, yep. Yep, very much so, yeah.

  Gertrude : Well, cheers to you guys.

  Margaret Tate : Well... Thank you.

• Grace Paxton : Why is Andrew out there hollowing out that old stupid canoe again?

  Joe Paxton : Well, maybe he's planning to escape. What?

  Margaret Tate : Uh... I am so tired. I think I'm gonna go upstairs, take a shower, wash off Ramone's coconut body oil.

  Grace Paxton : Sure.

  Margaret Tate : I had a great day today. Thank you.

  Grace Paxton : [to Joe]  What did you do?

  Joe Paxton : I didn't do anything, I mean... I just had a frank conversation with him about his future.

  Grace Paxton : Oh... Well, yeah. That's a good idea. That's a good idea, Joe, because he will never come back home now. He is my son. I only get to see him every three years because of you. Because of you. I've had enough. You are gonna be supportive of him marrying Margaret, and that is that. You know, if we're not careful, we are gonna end up in this great big house just you and me alone, you and me and everything that we're angry about, and God forbid that they should have a grandchild that we never get to see. You are going to fix this, Joe. I mean it. Fix it now.

• Grace Paxton : I've never seen him so... out there. I mean...

  Grandma Annie : No, he really got down.

  Grace Paxton : He was wonderful. Oh, no! Andrew! Andrew, honey, is everything OK?

  Margaret Tate : What... What's... what's he doing?

  Grandma Annie : Uh... Something's up. It's best to leave him alone. Come on, honey.