My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2

You better get married.

You're starting to look old.

Dad! You can't say that to her!

Pappou!

Huh.

That's a family tradition.

My dad used to say that to me, and now he just said it to my daughter.

She's 17.

My family worries about each other because we're close.

Very close.

Extremely close.

We see no difference between hugging and suffocation.

Toula, find your daughter a Greek boyfriend

before she does what you did.

What the...

You married a kseno. My husband!

He's a nice boy, very nice, but not Greek, a kseno.

How can you say that?

Please stop!

Hmm.

Do I speak for all mothers of teens when I ask,

"Does it ever get better?"

Hey, hey, hey.

Ela, Costa!

Nicko.

Hey, Dad, pop the trunk. I'm freezing my nads off.

Too much makeup.

We're gonna have a nice day.

And we'll paint, and we'll do nice things.

Gus, I put your pills by your coffee.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Costa, did you finish drawing Alexander the Great?

Uh-huh. And I sculpted a Parthenon out of soap.

Very good, very good.

Oh, no.

Spell check corrected "spanakopita" to "spina bifida."

Ugh!

Kisses.

Aw, kisses from your child.

That's over.

My sister did it right.

When her sons became possessed by the teen wolf hormones,

she popped out another one.

And another one.

Let's go! Put on your hat.

Paris, you should come and help at the restaurant sometime.

You should butter the garlic bread.

Can't wait.

Come here, darling.

Ugh.

Toula, you and Ian seen these eyes?

You better fix this.

Okay, bye, bye.

After school you have hockey.

Your brothers are coming, so you make sure you score.

You will score. The Greeks invented hockey.

Yes, because what do you play hockey on? Ice.

What is the Greek word for ice? Pago.

Pago, puck. There you go.

There you go.

There you go.

Now, give me a word, any word...

...and I will show you how the root of that word is Greek.

Uh, Facebook.

Huh. The Greeks invented Facebook.

We called it the telephone.

Bye-bye! - Bye, Pappou!

Paris.

Keep your eyeballs open now for a nice Greek boy

so one day you can make babies.

Don't waste your eggs.

Outstanding.

Paris! Pappou didn't mean to say anything hurtful.

You're beautiful, so beautiful.

Of course you don't look old.

He just says stuff like that. To me, too.

You don't need a boyfriend,

you don't need to get married and make babies!

- Oh, my God. - The lady's back again.

Mother.

When did my name change from...

Mommy!

...to...

Mother!

Drama.

Shut up, Tommy.

I guess when my daughter started to pull away,

I should have retreated.

But I stayed too close.

I kept volunteering at her school.

I wanted her to think I was cool again.

Oh!

Loser!

Then I remembered I've never been cool.

Here comes the principal.

My husband has always been cool.

He just has it.

And he always knows the perfect thing to say.

You okay, babe?

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, so just when my daughter doesn't want me around anymore,

my parents need me more than ever.

So I go with them to get groceries,

to their doctors, and to physical therapy.

The old guys suck the chocolate off those nuts.

I loved being a travel agent, but in a tight economy,

the first things to go are luxuries like travel and dry cleaning.

Well, luckily, people still eat.

Oh.

Hold up, Dad.

My sister and brother have young children so I help at the restaurant.

It's what we do.

'Cause families that are close like mine,

we make it through bad economies and sickness and even wars

because we stick together.

But some of us just get stuck.

Hey, Paris.

Hey.

Dad, do not talk to me.

People think I'm a narc!

Well, shouldn't you be in class right now?

You track me all day.

Mom's needy, Pappou wants to marry me off,

Yiayia constantly tells me to never ever let a boy touch my poulaki

because "once he feels it, he wants it"!

This family.

Hey! Save it for the shrink.

Shut up, Tommy.

Honey, your mom felt the same way about being Greek.

Dad, that's obtuse.

Why would I have an issue being Greek?

I can't take that everyone is always in my business.

Give me some air. I'm not a kid.

I can be late to a class.

There won't be a spasmodic catastrophic ripple in the space-time continuum.

Hmm.

And, yes, four of those words are Greek.

Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Where were you when we set up?

I'm so sorry. My pipes froze.

And decorated the gym.

So I had to plunge my sink.

You're on clean-up.

Thank you.

Hi. Hi.

You can say no to them.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Been a long time since those two made fun of your lunch.

They called it moose-caca.

Eh, come on, don't let them boss you around.

There's Paris.

If she goes to Northwestern, she'll stay in Chicago.

Please, oh, please. Let's go over there.

No. Right.

There she is!

Did you invite the family?

Paris!

I told my ma.

Hold on. Hey! Hey!

We're just in time.

We're here!

I want you to be a dental hygienist.

A mother working two days a week, perfect!

Paris, be a hairdresser. Like me!

Ian, look.

Everybody has boys.

You vegetarian. One girl.

Slow sperm.

That's Theia Voula on the FaceTimes.

Maria, I'm on my way.

I was at Zumba.

Who is Zumba?

Sorry.

We need to find a boyfriend for Paris.

How about Ariana Skoufis' boy, huh?

Everybody on that island has six toes.

Let's wait until summer. We check his feet.

I see you.

I don't see you.

I see you.

I don't see you.

I see you.

I don't see you. I see you!

I see her.

Look at this app.

Ten thousand steps, I met my goal.

Where's Taki? He never answers the phone.

Why stand when you can sit?

Look tired so they leave us alone.

Hey, Angelo.

You get my flat-screen TV?

Yeah, I got it right here.

You can't breathe. You can't breathe.

Guys! All right, break it up.

Break it up. You're coming with me.

Hey, Mike? Hey, buddy.

You miss working here?

No. Way too scary for me.

Hey, sorry we're late.