#hurrahhhh

NICK: [teasing] Looks like Mav has to ask him for your hand in marriage.

PETE: [slightly alarmed] That is a terrifying idea, why would you ever say that?

RHETT: Hey, he likes you more than he let's on, Mav.

[laughter from Goose]

PETE: Ignoring that, we are officially in the lead for the Top Gun Trophy!

RHETT: I have unfortunately declined to third place because of [accusatory] someone.

DAVID: That wasn't even my fault!

RHETT: It is quite literally your job to look around, Blaze.

[David huffs. Loud background noise from the men's locker room. The three men say goodbye]

RHETT: Now I get to walk to the ladies' room alone.

[footsteps]

RHETT: I must look like psychopath mumbling into this dictaphone.

[crackling noise]

RHETT: I have a really good feeling about today, though. Me and Mav are going on a date to the beachside. It's about three weeks since we started dating and its feelin' good. [sighs] It's a bit unfair that I have to walk halfway across the block just to change my clothes. I hope in the next few years they build a women's locker room.

[creaking of a door]

RHETT: I forgot why I even turned this thing on, man.

[Click. End]

[Click]

[whispering]

PETE: Goose is a little shit. I told him I was going to ask Rhett to marry me today, and he swore he was going to keep his mouth shut. But, I don't think Rhett caught on. Safe to say I am not going to Viper about this.

[thump]

NICK: Helloooo. I think Carol's going to spill the beans before I do. You should see the way she's jumping up and down.

PETE: [laughs] I stole Rhett's dictaphone- It used to be her mom's so she's pretty attached to it. I want her to look back on it you know? Rhett, if you're listening, I love you. Always have, always will.

NICK: [pretend nostalgia] My boy's all grown up.

[shuffling. muttering]

PETE: Goose... You think I'm doing this too soon?

[pause]

NICK: Mav, I've dealt with you two pining over eachother for seven years now. Some might say that this is happening too late. [awkward chuckle]

PETE: Thanks, man.

[Carol's and Bradley's voices are heard]

BRADLEY: Are you and Auntie Rhett reaallyy getting married?

PETE: Yes, buddy, we're reaallly getting married.

BRADLEY: Woah.

CAROL: Her car just parked!

PETE: She's here, god, I am going to make a fool of myself.

CAROL: Come on, Mav.

[pause]

RHETT: [muffled] Heyyyy!

NICK: Oh, I guess I take over commentary now.

BRADLEY: Can I help?

NICK: Of course you can, buddy. Okay, they just kissed. They're walking. More walking.

CAROL: I think Mav's going to cry.

BRADLEY: Can we go a bit closer?

NICK: Mhmm, mhmm... [footsteps]

[muffled]

RHETT: [laughs] What is up with you today? You're all flustered and stumbling over yourself.

PETE: I was flustered and stumbling over myself when I first asked you out.

NICK: [whispering] Aaandd he's taking a step back.

RHETT: [confused] ...Mav?

NICK: [whispering] Oh my god, she has the look on her face. Oh my god, he's down on one knee.

PETE: [clears throat] I..uh... I remember the first time I ever saw you.

[Rhett lets out a sob]

PETE: Flight school. You were... gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes off you. And then I saw you fly. God, I think I fell in love right then and there.

CAROL: [muttering] Awww.

PETE: I've been waiting for this day for ten years. So, Margaret Wright, will you be mine?

RHETT: God, Mav, yes- get up. Yes!

BRADLEY: Yayyyyy!!

[Goose whoops. more footsteps]

CAROL: [fondly] Look at them!

[Rhett laugh-cries]

BRADLEY: [in a knowing tone] That's real diamond. Uncle Mav told me.

RHETT: [sniffling] It's beautiful. I love it.

NICK: Holyyyyy shit, Mav!

PETE: I'm getting marrieeeeedd.

[laughter]

RHETT: [clearer voice] Oh, you got it on the dictaphone! Thank you, Goose, really.

[Goose and Bradley whooping]

PETE: [softly] I love you.

RHETT: I love you, too, baby.

[Click. End]

[Click]

RHETT: I am engaged. Wow. That's... wow.

[laughs]

RHETT: Everything is so perfect, right now. It's just unbelievable.

[muffled yelp]

RHETT: [loudly] Mav, you good?

PETE: [from other room] I'm fine, baby!

RHETT: Mav's attempting to make dinner right now. Says he's got, quote, 'the best recipe for spaghetti sauce', which I know is untrue, because my mom's is the best.

[Radio plays in the background]

RHETT: I wish she was here. She adored Mav. God, she would be so, so happy.

[sigh]

RHETT: The ring is so pretty. I don't know how he got just the perfect one. It's silver with a diamond in the center. There's etching on the sides, it's in another language. That's either French or Latin, either way I don't know. I'll ask him about it.

PETE: [dramatically] Prepare to eat the best spaghetti you have ever tasted.

RHETT: [gasps] Giveth me, I'm starving.

[clatter of plates]

PETE: It's good?

RHETT: [confused] Mav, is this..?

PETE: Your mom's recipe? Yeah... She taught it to me on your birthday.

[shifts closer]

RHETT: That's so sweet...

[Mav kisses her on the forehead]

RHETT: I think this might actually be better than what she made.

PETE: A- thank you very much.

[buttons clicking. music plays from radio]

PETE: [hums along]

RHETT: Hey, turn it up.

[music gradually getting louder]

PETE: [shuffling noises] Dance?

RHETT: Okayyyy. [plates clattering]

[soft sounds alongside radio music]

PETE: We're getting married.

RHETT: Yep.

PETE: Holy shit, Falcon. Holy shit.

RHETT: ...yep.

[music]

[mumbling]

[half an hour later]

PETE: [whispering] She fell asleep to the song. I'm glad she's finally getting some sleep.

[snore]

PETE: [chuckles] Imagine. You and me... maybe a little baby girl. She'll have your eyes and your fire. We'll laugh together watching the stars. I can't wait, Rhett, I can't wait.