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Screw that. |
Hookers beat you up? |
Yes. |
I didn't know you were into that. |
Gary, how we doing, big stallion? |
Rick, I really think I'm in love. |
This is cause for celebration. She'll probably charge half price for sex from now on. |
So we want your best girls, the cream of your crop. |
Let's see your bread. |
Park View Hotel, Room 1002. |
They'll be up there in a half hour. |
Okay. Nice to meet you both. |
Jumbo, where the hell are the women? |
What are you talking about, asshole? |
Your whores never showed up. |
They left an hour ago, pink nuts. |
Screw you! |
That's it, prick lips. |
What are you... |
I've had it, numb nuts... How much money you got? |
Why? |
Because I'm pissed off. Now give me your cash. |
This is bad public relations. I was planning to do a lot of business with you. But now I'm going to have to go elsewhere. |
Hey. I'm sorry. You want girls. I'll give you girls. |
Give him the works. |
That's more like it. |
Ed, we're so glad you could come over at the last minute and judge our little beauty pageant. |
My pleasure, Al... Always happy to help out in a pinch... Excuse me. I better call my service... tell them where I am. |
Congratulations on your daughter's wedding. Who's she marrying? |
A real turd. |
Well... hope she'll be very happy. |
Great bathing suit. |
I think I screwed that one once. |
Thanks for helping us out, Ed. We appreciate it. |
Any time, Al. |
I'm using the same caterer for the shower I had for our Christmas party last year. |
Great, Mom. |
Why is Cole here? |
You know your father enjoys his company. |
A strange wang right in my palm. |
Ilene, we don't really know that. |
What kind of job? I'm a housewife. |
Quiet, Mother. |
I hope Ilene's all right. |
I hope those guys are all right. |
If I were you, I'd worry less about the shower and more about Rick's bachelor party. |
Ilene, why would I want to do that? I trust Rick. |
Of course you do. I trusted my ex, Mel, too. Cousin, I can only talk from experience. What do you think they do at these parties, have tea and play scrabble? |
Ilene, Rick promised... |
Debbie, don't be naive. Men are pigs. |
Are you sure this is a good idea? |
Look, you heard what those hookers said. They were supposed to go to a bachelor party. |
That doesn't mean it was Rick's party. |
Debbie, men are pigs if they can have women, we can have men. |
Let's go. |
Look, girls I'll stay behind and hold them off. The rest of you break for it! |
Ilene, are you crazy? |
I know what I'm doing... Go! |
God, you're a slob. |
But a fabulous cook. |
What are we having? |
It's either meatloaf, Swiss steak or charred flesh. I won't know till it's finished. |
I think your dinner's burning. |
Don't worry... it's supposed to do this. |
Want to hear something great? Bobbie and Phoebe are throwing me a shower. It's really gonna be fun. |
Not as much fun as the bachelor party the guys are throwing for me. |
You're going to have a bachelor party? |
Of course. I'm a traditional guy... It's a traditional event. Well, what do you think? |
It looks awful. |
Yes, but looks are deceiving... Not in this case, however. |
Are you going to have women at your party? |
No, sweetheart, it's a stag party. Does stay home. |
I'm not talking about does. I'm talking about hookers. |
Oh, those. Why do you ask? |
Because from what I've heard, it's a tradition and you're a traditional guy. |
Huh? Wha... |
I can't sleep. |
Oh... I got something for that. |
Stop fooling around... I need to talk. |
What's the matter? |
I don't know... I just feel scared. |
About what? |
The wedding, my parents, your family, our friends, my job, the future, our relationship, the caterers, my gown, your tuxedo, our honeymoon, the apartment, my shower, your bachelor party... |
I think the only think you've left out are our relations with the Soviet Union. Sweetheart, everything's gonna be all right. |
Before or After I have my nervous breakfown? |
C'mere. |
That feels so great. |
Good... |
Um... that's very relaxing. |
Now, I want you to lie down and drift off to slumberland. |
Well... twentyfour more hours to go and tonight we'll share with our friends and loved ones the joys of those last moments of singleness. |
You better not have too much joy. |
Wouldn't think of it. Because tomorrow... We're going to the chapel and we're... |
Gonna get married... |
This is it, lady. Last stop. |
Can't I just go with you guys? |
Sorry, we got men's business to do. It's no place for a lady. |
Remember, you promised... no screwing around. |
Did I promise that? I don't remember that... |
You're really pissing me off. |
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