Quote #8 "I don't just want to marry you. I want to marry you more than anyone's wanted to marry anyone in the history of the world." The Whole Nine Yards (2000)
"I don't just want to marry you. I want to marry you more than anyone's wanted to marry anyone in the history of the world," Beamon slurred, his arm draped around Francine's shoulders.
Francine picked his offending hand up with two fingers and ducked her head to remove his arm. "You're drunk, Beamon, just like at every other holiday party."
"Nope… I'm not drunk. I'm finally clear-headed is all," he stated, stumbling forward. He fell into a chair but managed to wrap his arms around Francine and pull her into his lap.
She squirmed to get away but stopped when she felt his hardened erection beneath her. She exhaled and quickly made a decision she hoped she would never regret. Leaning close to his ear she whispered, "If I get up now, everyone is going to see how excited you are, so just be a good boy and I won't move for a few minutes, all right." She giggled loudly, hoping if anyone was watching they would assume something different was going on.
Beamon whispered back, "Thank you, Francine. And I'm not really drunk. Just pretending."
Francine couldn't hide the shocked expression on her face, so she leaned close again and whispered, "You mean it's all an act?"
Beamon winked at her and whispered, "But even my bad acting can't hide how I feel about you. You're sitting on the proof of that."
Francine lifted her head, spotting Lee and Amanda across the room. She rolled her eyes for dramatic effect then leaned forward once more, "Then you need to get it together, Beamon, or else you're going to lose the ability to use that proof. Do you and I understand each other?"
Beamon didn't need to say a word. Less than a minute later, Francine sauntered across the room to join Lee and Amanda. "Beamon drunk again?" Lee sympathized.
"It never fails. One glass of punch and he's instantly got the hots for me!" Francine groaned.
The trio watched as Beamon staggered out of the seat and down the hall to his office. "Poor Beamon. Maybe someday he'll meet the girl of his dreams," Amanda said sadly.