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I blame Tony PeePants! |
Oh, no. She tells this story at every major holiday. |
Why should this be any different? Besides, I have to initiate Nick into the family. |
She blames Tony PeePants Pinterello for everything. The fall of the British Empire, the Cold War, the internet. |
It was just after we moved here. My little girls got in a fight over Tony PeePants and they havent made up since. |
Im an American and in America, people sue. So to prevent a lawsuit, I baked a tart. And I dont bake. |
So Dad rang the bell and when Tony PeePants opened the door, I threw the tart at him and popped his stitches. |
Whats going on with you two? |
I was pretty hard on her last night. And now shes getting married. |
Theres a reason I always tell that Tony PeePants story, you know. |
Trust me. This is bigger than Tony PeePants. |
Before Tony, you and your sister were best friends. I couldnt split you up. If your sister ate the spinach, you ate the spinach. If you threw up. |
Mom, please. |
Anyway, when that boy came over, it was the first time you ever did anything without her. And Amy wasnt just jealous...she was sad and lonely. She missed you. |
She did? |
So she flirted with Tony, and you got mad and sent him away. Who did that leave? You and Amy. Reunited. |
Youd better get going. My parents will be round to cart you off to the country. |
Whatever you do, dont mention Italy. Or politics. Or baby buggies. Or Edith Piaf. |
Your probably best off pretending youre asleep. |
Say something. Please. |
I knew you were still seeing someone else when we finally got together. I never in a million years would have dreamt it was Jeffrey. |
Does Kat know? |
Jeffrey told her last night. |
Last night? |
Fred Astaire and whats her face! |
Its not me. I swear. Its her. Shes magic. |
Sorry to interrupt. Your dad sent me. |
What for? |
To make sure youre okay. |
You know all that if these walls could talk stuff? Do you believe it? That a place has a memory? |
Actually, I do. |
It was such a long time ago. |
Still |
If Ed ever found out.... |
Or Kat.... |
And she wonders why I swim to the bottom of a Lemondrop every time I see her. |
You know what I love about all this? |
Theres finally a reason for the whole world to revolve around you? |
Exactly! Todays my day. Tomorrow will be my day. And the day after that? My day. |
Perfect. All ginny. |
Except its Scotch. |
But Im not taking your name, buster. Im a feminist! I need icey! Mr. husbandman, get me more icey! |
Did Kat tell you she dumped you because of your funky breath? |
Did Amy tell you she keeps her Homecoming tiara by the bed? |
Christ, Amy. |
Oh, shut up and be happy. Its always this or that. Youre never happy, you frownyfaced Grumplestilskin. |
Drunk isnt the same thing as happy, Amy. |
Why dont you get my half sister her seventh hole? |
Bacardi 151. |
I dont think I can go through with this. |
Pub Golf? |
The wedding. I am so, so bad! I dont think I should be allowed to get married. |
Do you want to come in for a minute? We could talk about |
When I freaked out at the pub? That was nothing, just nerves. Dont worry about it. |
But I do. I will. Youre my sister. |
God, Kat! Please. Dont be nice to me. I can take anything right now but you being nice to me. |
What? Why? What do you mean? |
I should get going. |
Are you sure youre okay? |
Im fine. I promise. |
We were eating and puking together in harmony until one day, Tony walked me home from school. He was my first boyfriend. I was fourteen. |
So Tony PeePants starts ignoring Kat. He wanted to play with me. |
You practically bribed him with your erector set. |
Hey. |
Hey. |
You know what? Im not having this conversation right now. |
Sure, disappear. Weve been walking away our whole lives. |
Wow. You look beautiful. |
Yeah. Most important day of my life. Whatever. Listen, I chose you to be my Maid of Honor for a lot of reasons: I love you, youre my favorite, and only, halfsister, blah blah blah. But the main reason I picked you is because youve been so miserable for the past few years, I knew you wouldnt outshine me. But here it is,... |
Hello, Charlie. Long time no see. |
What is it, Spats? What do you want here? |
Just dropped in to pay my respects. |
You don't owe me no nothing. |
Oh, I wouldn't say that. You were nice enough to recommend my mortuary to some of your friends... |
I don't know what you're talking about. |
So now I got all those coffins on my hands and I hate to see them go to waste. |
Honest, Spats. I had nothing to do with it. |
Too bad, Charlie. You would have had three eights. Goodbye, Charlie! |
No, Spats no, no, no NO! |
Hi, Spats. We was laying eight to one you wouldn't show. |
Why wouldn't I? |
We thought you was all broken up about Toothpick Charlie. |
Well, we all got to go sometime. |
Yeah. You never know who's going to be next. Okay, Spats. Report to the Sergeant atArms. |
What for? |
Orders from Little Bonaparte. |
All right, Charlie this the joint? |
Yes, sir. |
And who runs it? |
I already told you. |
Refresh my memory. |
Spats Colombo. |
That's very refreshing. Now what's the password? |
I come to Grandma's funeral. Here's your admission card. |
Thanks, Charlie. |
If you want a ringside table, tell 'em you're one of the pall bearers. |
Okay, Charlie. |
Look, Chief I better blow now, because if Spats Colombo sees me, it's Goodbye Charlie. |
Goodbye, Charlie. |
Okay, Spats the services are over. Lets go. |
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