All language subtitles for DD1D789CF0D93054AAB1773B71DC3AA7_eng (SIX WIVES) (IND AND ARAB)

Gorgeous hotel, huh?

Yeah. I spent my honeymoon here.

Actually, two of my
honeymoons here.

We went to Pittsburgh,
but very much like this.

So, how many times have
you been married anyway?

Five.

Six, depending on how you count.

Hey, we're up.

Let me ask you something.
The divorce is killing me.

Do you have any advice?

Nah, they're all pretty tough.

Actually, one wasn't so bad.

I signed the papers
in front of the church

right before the next wedding.

I really wanted to sign the
papers on the wedding night,

but I couldn't find a
notary who'd go for it.

Sure, what would he stamp?

Well, I'm never getting
married again, I'll tell you that.

- Sure you are.
- No. No.

Never.

My wife left me for an
audio-video salesman.

Do you believe
that? I'm a doctor!

That sucks.

What do you do?

Audio-video salesman.

I own stores. A chain of stores.

Well, I'm turning over a
whole new leaf down here.

A completely different
approach with women.

From now on, I'm
paying for it by the night.

I have two marriages who would've
worked out a lot cheaper that way.

It's not the ex-wives
that are killing me,

it's my daughter.

She absolutely
refuses to talk to me.

I've been there.

Just keep trying.
She'll come around.

If there was one
thing I could change...

Here we are.

Well, you ready?

I'm terrified,
but this is great.

Yeah, right. He died
parasailing in Mexico.

Okay, is this a sequel to last
year's motorcycle accident?

How did he put you
up to this anyway?

I don't think I could handle
going back for this without you.

Are you sure you
can take the days off?

Baby, it's not even an issue.

Thank you.

I'm not going back for you.
I'm going to meet chicks.

All those ex-wives of his... All
grief-stricken and vulnerable.

I love you.

What was he doing parasailing?

God damn him.

You know, the last
thing I ever said to him...

...was that I never want to
see his stupid face again.

Oh, God.

This is totally him.

Drops me an e-mail,
says he's in an accident,

and that he needs my help, and
no one answers his damn phone.

I'm sure he's fine, baby.

If he wasn't, somebody
else would have called, too.

Oh, well, I don't want
to see them either.

I don't want any of it.

Marry me, Barbara Lefay.

You realize you're proposing to me
on the phone while I'm pumping gas.

How am I supposed to say yes?

Hey, I tried at the beach.
I tried at the church.

I even tried after sex when
we got stuck in that elevator.

That was you?

Now that's very funny.

I even tried on the
scoreboard at the Giants game.

Everybody says yes when you
propose on the scoreboard, but not you.

So why do you keep asking?

'Cause you never say no.

I always say no.

Yeah, but you never mean it.

Listen, it can't be as
bad as you remember.

You're older, they're older.

When's the last time
you were back there?

Four years.

Okay, I haven't even
met this wife, Autumn.

Her name is Autumn.

Why didn't you go
back for the wedding?

It was an impulse
thing in Bora Bora...

Some Polynesian voodoo ceremony.

- I don't want to be here.
- Okay, stop.

Close your eyes.

Close them.

Take a deep breath.

Pretend you're in an elevator.

So stupid!

Trust me, everything's
going to be fine.

Promise?

I promise.

Thank you.

Anytime.

I love you like a
fat kid loves cake.

I love you, too. Bye.

Oh, great. Great!

He better be goddamned
seriously injured.

You must be Barbie. I'm Autumn.

It's nice to meet you.

Hi!

Oh, my gosh! You're
practically my age!

How old are you?

I'm 28.

Me too!

Get out.

Wow, I love your
scarf. Can I borrow it?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.

Listen, um, Henry's upstairs.

Your grandma's in the
kitchen if you want to say hi

while I go grab him.

Barbie Rose Lefay!

There's nothing wrong with
you? I knew it. You son of a bitch.

Who do you love?

Arr, maties. Henry Lefay here,

or should I say Long
John Henry Lefay.

Maybe I will.

With the best way to save
a couple of extra doubloons

if you're looking for
audio-video electronic equipment.

In fact, I'll double
your gold savings

if you can find a better price
anywhere in all the seven seas,

or, at least,
anywhere near Ithaca.

You know, this week only,

we're gonna save you an extra
20% here on these DVD players.

Just like that crocodile
took 20% off me arm.

Arr! Long John
Henry! We're sinking!

You know, I still
write all these myself.

Was that the pirate one?

Yeah, Ma.

How many times do I have to
watch that big steaming cow pie?

Mom, you love this.

You said you
were in an accident.

- When?
- In your e-mail.

You said you were in a motorcycle
accident and you need my help.

I do need your help.

But that accident was
just a fender bender.

Hey, look at the size of this.

The same guys did the
scoreboard at Yankee Stadium.

Big image quality!

Makes you feel like you're
right part of the action.

Last night, we were
watching Body Heat.

I felt like I was banging
Kathleen Turner myself.

He did.

How come you
didn't return my calls?

Ooh, look at the time!
We've got to change.

I got a gig tonight.
I want you to go.

Gig? What do you mean "a gig"?

Well?

That was good.

So, how did you guys meet?

Oh, through my parents.

Henry used to date my mother.

Oh, no, no, no. Not recently.

When they were in
junior high school.

I bet you thought it
was something weird.

Weird? No. Why?

Look, I know it bothers some
people that Henry's twice my age.

But guess what? I asked him out.

I've always been attracted
to more mature men.

It's just my thing.

Well, this old dog's
not complaining.

Barbie doll, this marriage
is different. It really is.

I'm a man at peace, you know.

I just wish I'd met
you 25 years ago.

Of course, 25 years ago, she
didn't even know how to wipe herself.

She does now.

Daddy, why do you need my help?

It's the business. Veronica's
gotten totally impossible.

You know, she's never
forgiven me for leaving her.

And now she's squeezing
me with her 50%.

We don't see eye
to eye on anything.

But she's always liked you.

Plus, you've got that
MBA I bought you.

- You didn't buy me an MBA.
- You know what I'm talking about.

I just figured you could
help us iron some things out.

And, in the meantime,
while you're here,

you can get to know
your new stepmom.

Nobody knows us there.

They will, darling. They will.

Henry, I lived in New York
City. They laugh at you.

With me. They
always laugh with me.

- Barbie?
- Really want my advice?

- Yeah.
- Yes.

My advice is one of you should
sell out your share to the other

and be done with it.

I've offered. She won't
buy, she won't sell.

She's holding on out
of sheer ornery spite.

Come on. Barbie's
here. Let's do this.

Fine.

Do what?

Stockholder's meeting. I'm
here representing my 50%.

And I'm here representing mine.

Okay, what's the first thing they
do at a stockholders meeting?

Approval of the minutes
of the last meeting.

- There was no last meeting.
- Then it's approved.

All right, those in
favor say "aye."”

- Aye.
- Aye.

- All right, old business?
- No old business.

New business.

I move that both Henry
Lefay and Veronica Jaramillo

each make a gift of 1% of
common stock in the company

to one Barbara Lefay.

- To me?
- Motion approved.

I need a second. I'll second
it. Those in favor say "aye."”

- Aye.
- Aye.

Motion carries unanimously.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Why
are you giving me stock?

He hasn't explained this to you?

Classic. You are as bad a
partner as you were a husband.

Did you know he actually cheated
during our wedding reception?

Technically, that
was not cheating

since I was married to her
before I was married to you.

Please, please, English. I love
when you curse at me in English.

Why are you giving
me stock? Hello?

Henry wants to do a
Martin Luther King Day Sale.

Yeah.

- It's offensive.
- No, it's not offensive!

It's to get a jump
on President's Day.

If you just think outside
the box for once, V.

Just for once.

Abe Lincoln. Martin Luther
King. Two of the same kind.

Great Americans shot
down by a racist assassin.

Both get their own holiday.

What about that
doesn't scream 20% off?

But New York first!
Please, let's vote on it.

My 49% says let's expand.

49 oppose.

Um, don't look at
me. I don't care.

You've got to care. That's
why we gave you the 2%.

So, what? I get deciding
vote on everything,

and you guys give
me no arguments?

- Agreed.
- That's the deal.

Okay, fine. Forget the
city. It's an awful idea.

Thank you.

An inventory-driven
business like this,

starting up one store
in a major market,

you couldn't possibly afford
the media plan to justify that.

What did I tell you?

But, V, as for marketing
and advertising,

my 2% goes behind Dad.

No matter how stupid or
offensive his ideas may be,

he's made you rich off of
making a fool out of himself,

so deal with it.

Martin Luther King Day?

Knock yourself out.

I'm sure I'm not making
either one of you happy,

but that is my 2% worth,

and if you don't like it, you
can take your damn stock back

and leave me alone.

- I'm happy.
- That's good.

Yeah.

Hey, don't walk away so fast.

You're my only child.
I never get to see you.

And, besides, I
know it was crappy

how I tricked you into
coming down here.

So I'd like to
make it up to you.

I've arranged a day
of beauty for you.

A day of beauty?

Don't get all big-city
on me, Barbie doll.

Remember where you came from.

Terri Lee's House of Beauty,
9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

It's all reserved and paid
for. Just you and Autumn.

Me and Autumn. Terrific.

Look, Dad, I really
gotta go back.

Listen, I need you
to do this for me.

- Autumn really respects you.
- Here it comes.

I want you to tell
her I want a divorce.

A divorce? I'm
not telling her that.

Right, right. It's probably
something I should tell her.

But you can tee it up for me.

You can tell her what
a sleazebag I am.

You're my daughter. It will
mean something coming from you.

Daddy, if you don't respect
the institution of marriage,

at least respect what it
means for the people you marry.

I respect the institution of marriage!
I respect the living crap out of it!

But this one was a mistake! I
knew it coming down the aisle!

There wasn't even an
aisle... It was a dirt path!

Polynesian witch doctor holding
us upside down and shaking us.

I don't even think
this one was legal.

This is wife number five, Daddy,

and you haven't even
been married a year yet.

Look, she's way too young,

but she seems like
a really sweet girl,

and she's obviously
crazy about you.

You can't take the
easy way out this time.

Why don't you try
marriage counseling?

Try whatever you have to!

But this time you have to get
serious about yourself and at least try.

You're right. You're
absolutely right.

I should do whatever it
takes to make this one work!

And I bet you'll be
happy in the end.

This is something that could
change everything in your life.

- There's just one problem.
- What is that?

I'm already engaged
to somebody else.

- What?
- Yes, I know, I know, I know.

But this gal, she's like
a wildcat in the sack!

This is the one that will finally
screw your old man into the ground.

- Daddy? I'm your daughter.
- Right.

Dad, you cannot have a new
fiancé. You are married to Autumn.

That's why I need your help.

Who do you love?

I just wanted to stop
in at the store up here.

I was gonna get mom a
present. Do you want to come in?

Uh, no. I'm just going
to wait for you out here.

Okay.

Oh, good. I found you,
you lying scum bucket!

Hey, hey! Why are we
throwing teddy bears at me?

I'm giving you back
everything you ever gave me.

You selfish jackass!

What did I do?

You were sleeping with your
wife while we were still married.

I didn't... my wife?

Autumn!

You told me you didn't even meet
her until after we were divorced.

Which divorce? The
first or the second one?

Oh, you liar!

Our mutual colorist told
me the whole sordid tale.

I don't want any
of this anymore.

Nothing from our vacations.

Nothing from your
stupid commercials.

Oh! Especially this.

- What the hell?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I bought you this?

Of course you did.

When we went to St. Lucia, and
we snuck off to the dormant volcano,

just before midnight, you gave
it to me to wear under my dress.

I've never been to St. Lucia.

Okay, the show's over!

Yeah, keep moving,
people! Thank you!

- Stop staring.
- Hey.

I've got an idea.

Lunch?

Didn't know she was in town?

No.

Hey, guys.

Well, well! Barbie Lefay?

God, we are all
getting older, aren't we?

Sarah Jane.

And you. I remember you.

Hey, Barbie. How are you?

So, what brings the big
girl back to the small town?

I'm just straightening
out some family stuff.

With what? A faith healer?

Well, I see all those
years since high school

haven't affected your charm.

I... I hear you're
living in California now.

Some big business?

Uh, kind of. It's a consulting
firm. What are you doing?

I'm still over at
Friendly Freddy's.

Yeah.

Okay.

I manage it now.

Well, some things
don't change much at all.

But some things do.

I have a dream!

That one day... this
Saturday, as a matter of fact,

you can save up to
10% on a big screen TV.

My dream is that this
Martin Luther King Day

you can exercise
your civil rights

by marching over to Henry Lefay's
for big savings on audio equipment.

My dream is that if you're
looking for the best prices

on portable DVD players,

nobody has to ride
at the back of the bus.

And this weekend only,
delivery is finally free at last!

Thank God Almighty,
it's free at last!

He was young and handsome.

And just plain old more fun
than any man I had ever met.

So you went out
with him, I get that.

You had a good time.

But you had to have
seen what he was like.

Why would you marry him?

Do you remember
that big stuffed pig

that was in your bedroom
when you were little?

- Yeah.
- That big, hideous thing.

Do you know where
that came from?

One time, when we were engaged,
Henry took me to the carnival.

And we played that game,

the one where you squirt the
water gun into the clown's mouth,

and you win a
little stuffed animal.

And if you keep playing, you
get a bigger stuffed animal.

Well, Henry played for hours,

and spent God knows
how many dollars

until he won that grotesque,
enormous stuffed pig.

So he decides it's going
to be part of the family.

And we take it everywhere.
It goes on all of our dates.

It even goes to my mother's
house. My mother's house.

Thanksgiving, okay?
Makes her set him a plate.

Ties a napkin around his neck.

Sure enough, we get on the plane
to go to Hawaii for our honeymoon,

and there in the window
seat next to us is the pig.

Henry bought it a ticket.
Arranged the whole thing.

Wow.

I don't know what
happened to that ugly old pig.

Look, baby, I know it's hard.

But I really want you to go
over to your father's house

and make things better.

Find a way.

Get away from me!
Put down that knife!

Help! Police! Fire
department! Anybody!

Oh, not this again.

Help! Help! Help!

Help!

Dead! You are dead!

Oh, crap!

Wait... how? Oh.

- Hey, Barbie.
- Hi.

You are really dead!

I mean it, Henry! This
time I'm going to cut it off!

Where are you?

National Guard!
Paramedics! Help!

Hiya, Barbie. When'd
you get into town?

Oh, a couple days ago.

One of the neighbors
called in. What's going on?

Well, Ophelia's chasing my
dad around with a carving knife.

You know, when they got divorced,
I thought these calls would stop.

Well, we can dream, can't we?

I knew you'd run out of
wind, you tired old goat!

Hey, look! They're
naked this time.

Okay. So Henry and
I were involved in...

Let me say this tastefully...

O-R-A-L.

And he answered his cell phone.

And then he tries to explain it
away by saying it was his fiancé.

- It was.
- You have a fiancé?!

Okay, speaking of fiancées
and wives, where is Autumn?

She volunteers at the
food bank one night a week.

- How convenient.
- Isn't it?

Look, can I just get a
minute alone with my father?

I best get going anyway.

Can you give me a
ride home, honey?

But first, be a dear
and help me find my bra.

What are you doing
screwing around with Ophelia

when you're engaged
to someone else?

When you're married
to someone else!

She came over here,
she wanted to get it on.

What am I supposed to say?

Uh, "no"?

Barbie doll, you
don't understand.

Around Ophelia,
I'm... I'm powerless.

Seriously. I know she's
wacky as a water bug,

and she's probably going
to kill me in my sleep,

but when that woman gets
around me, I turn into jelly.

So why are you engaged
to another woman?

Why don't you just marry Ophelia
for the third time and make it stick?

You saw her chase me around
here naked with a butcher knife?

You know what we used to
called that when we were married?

- What?
- Tuesday.

God help me, that crazy-ass
blonde is the only one that matters.

That woman is hands
down without a question

the one true love of my life.

You're the one true love
of my life, too, honey.

Oh, isn't he adorable?

Oh, Barbie, did your dad tell
you about our day of beauty?

You know what, Autumn?

It sounds great, but
I've got to go home.

Barbie doll, you don't
have to leave yet.

How could you break
this little girl's heart?

You know, your dad's
been so encouraging

about me redecorating his
house and making it my own.

I was thinking of the little
room off the kitchen area,

making it into a
little breakfast nook

where we could
snuggle up in the morning

with our coffee
and read the paper.

Listen, Autumn, just be
careful about idolizing my father.

You know his history
with women, right?

It's the age thing, isn't it?

I mean, you can't seem
to get past that, can you?

No, it's not that. I
mean, there is that.

But I'm worried about
you making plans and...

Barbie, forgive
me for saying so,

but I think I know him a little bit
better than you do at this point.

And with men of his type,

I mean, sometimes you just
have to catch them at the right age

when they're finally
ready to settle down.

I mean, at heart,
Henry is a true romantic.

I know that it sounds crazy,

but why do you think he's
gotten married so many times?

He honestly believes that there's
such a thing as happily ever after.

Can I help you, Miss?

What do you think that
kid could be thinking?

Oh, I know what he's thinking.

He's thinking, "No one is
ever gonna have sex with me."

You used to have that job.

And you used to be that
girl right over there watching.

- Is that what you were thinking?
- Maybe.

Did you ever get married?

No.

- Boyfriend.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

So, what's the deal with
you and Sarah Jane?

I wasn't expecting that.

How long have you
guys been together?

No, no, no. She was
just pulling your chain.

We're not together.

And, anyway, I don't
see where you've got call

to say anything about that
after the way you broke my heart.

What do mean the
way I broke your heart?

You dumped me.

After I heard about you and
Johnny Farigno on the band trip.

Johnny Farigno. I
barely remember that.

I made out with him, didn't I?

That's what I was told.

And I know why you did it, too.

Is that a fact?

It is.

We were getting towards
the end of senior year,

and you thought I was
going to ask you to marry me.

Hey, I was no fool, Barbie.

Anybody could
take one look at you

and see that you weren't going
to spend the rest of your life

in a town this size with a
kid named Stevie Peevie

who danced with
a drunken elephant.

Was I right?

I could tell you were the type

that wanted to settle
down and get married early.

You always had
that serious side.

Yeah, I guess maybe I did.

So, who is the lucky
girl that actually got you?

Nobody.

Nobody even close.

I should go.

It was nice seeing you.

Why do I have to do this?

Come on. This is going
to be your new step mom.

- Think about Autumn.
- What?

With Autumn, I almost
got married and divorced

before you even got
a chance to meet her.

I don't want that
to happen again.

I feel like I'm cheating here.

I don't even know this one's
name. I'm assuming you do.

Her name?

She did this thing last night
that made me forget my name.

There's the little princess right now.
Honey, meet your new step mom.

Hi, baby.

Hi, Barbie.

Wait a minute, you were
Sarah Jane's babysitter?

How did I not know that?

Were you aware of anything that
happened to me when I was 137.

And then I was three years
behind Barbie in high school.

Honey, I told you this
whole thing on our first date,

don't you remember?

Yeah, well, on our first
date, my mind was already

south of the border, if
you know what I mean.

Lovely.

Oh, this doesn't bother
you, does it, Barbie?

Your father and me?

Bother me? Not at all.

Because if it did, well, that
would kind of suck for you.

Don't worry,
Mommy. I'll be fine.

Have you guys talked
about a prenup yet?

- I don't think this is really the...
- No, honey. That's okay.

Look, I understand
that you're skeptical.

Your dad walked out on
you when you were a kid,

and we all knew that that left
you with some major trust issues,

which probably screwed up
every relationship you've ever had,

even to this day.

Daddy?

Outside.

Now!

Don't even think of trying to
charm your way out of this one.

Sarah Jane just likes to
talk too much, that's all.

She's a bitch on wheels, okay?

Ever since high school,
she was a freshman,

I didn't invite her
to some party.

I don't even know what I did.

Just don't expect
me to be nice to her.

Just give it time.

Everything has a way
of working itself out.

No, things don't
work themselves out.

What happens is you do
what suits you at the moment,

and then you assume
someone's gonna come along

and clean up your mess.

And someone always
does. Usually me.

Okay, come back inside.

I'll buy you one of those
molten chocolate cakes.

A molten ch...

I'm sure you'll like Sarah Jane
once you get to know her better.

And don't call her mommy. It
seemed to really tick her off.

I am so done with this.

Come on, Barbie
doll. Who do you love?

I've got a noon flight
out of Ithaca tomorrow,

and I don't ever want to
see your stupid face again.

This is going to be a
circus. You have no idea.

All right, I'll buy us
some cotton candy.

We'll be fine.

I guess he wasn't too hung
up on the whole PC thing, huh?

Sweetheart. Oh, baby.

Hi, I'm Kate.

Lloyd. It's a... It's a
pleasure to meet you.

Yeah, you too. I'm sorry it's
not under happier circumstances.

Oh, sweetie. Come here.

How long has it been since
you talked to your father?

Oh, about a year...

When he tricked me
into coming in last fall.

My condolences.
I'm sure this is...

I'm sure this is
rough on you, too.

Oh, I did all my crying
over losing Henry Lefay

a long time ago.

I won't be selfish
about Henry's memory.

He spent the earlier stages of
his life with several other women,

and I want to make sure that they're
treated like family at the viewings

and sitting up front
with us at the funeral.

That'll mean a lot to
my mom. And the others.

A lot of women would be
more jealous about his past.

I'm very secure in the journey
that Henry and I shared together.

There's no point in troubling
myself over what he experienced

before we even met.

What is the granola
queen going on about now?

Um, Autumn was
talking about Henry.

Henry's dead. What's she saying?

That they had a good marriage.

Just don't let her
sell you any crystals.

Oh, okay.

Are you hungry, Mae? Or thirsty?

What?

Can I get you
something to eat or drink?

Don't shout at me.

Get me some water.

Where's Henry?

He's gone, Grandma.
He passed away.

I'm going to get you that water.

Okay? I'm going to grab that.

That's good. Okay.

What can I do to help
with the arrangements?

'Cause I know dad never
thought he was ever going to die,

so I'm sure there's a lot of
things that need to be figured out.

It's all under control.

Henry made all the
arrangements in advance.

It's one of the many
ways your father changed

in the time since
you've known him.

I think that Henry's
spiritual quest was...

Was brought on in part by a sense
that a transition might be coming.

He wrote me the
most beautiful letter

outlining all the details of
the funeral that he wanted...

Pallbearers, music, everything.

We even picked out a plot...

At Shady Glen, under
a great white oak,

where someday
'll rest beside him.

Really, the only
problem has been

getting the American
Consulate in Mexico

to help us get his body
released and shipped up here,

but Veronica's
taking care of that.

He's still in Mexico?

Wait... I mean, I'm surprised

that you would come
back without him.

Oh, I wasn't in Mexico.

No, that trip was something
that Henry had to do on his own.

Sort of a spiritual retreat.

But, between you and me,

there was something
going on down there...

Some element of his quest that
he didn't want me to know about.

I think he might have
found some sort of shaman.

Or maybe even started
experimenting with peyote.

Peyote, my ass.

He was in Mexico
screwing someone else,

and the bimbo ran home
and left his body to rot.

Any suspects?

Wife number two.
Wife number four.

Wait a minute. Isn't
that the same person?

Welcome to the circus.

Hello? Ophelia?

It's Barbara! Are you in here?

Hello?

Oh, boy.

Oh, Barbie! Barbie, Barbie!

Okay.

Oh, my God, you
look just like him.

What's going to
happen to us, huh?

Do you know I never
stopped loving that man...

No matter who he was married
to, no matter who I was married to?

Oh. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

And who is this tall,
handsome prince?

That's my boyfriend, Lloyd.

Lloyd, say hello to Ophelia.

Charmed.

Not half as much as I am.

Can I get you a glass
of cabernet, Lloyd?

It's too bad you weren't
in town last week.

You could have watched me star
in our local production of "Grease."

I got to relive high school.

I'm sure that was
really something to see.

Well, maybe when this is all done,
I'll give you a little private sample.

Barbie? We should talk
about funeral arrangements.

Actually, aside from getting
his body back into the country,

Autumn has it all under control.

Daddy worked
everything out in advance,

right down to the burial plots.

Burial plots?

No, Henry wanted to be cremated.

Get the cotton candy ready.

He wrote me
this beautiful letter

specifying exactly how
he wanted his funeral,

down to the smallest detail.

He didn't trust Autumn
to do it right, I'm sure.

No. Henry wanted to be cremated

and have his ashes spread
over the ocean from a catamaran

off the Bahamas.

You have this in writing?

We once made love
there, on one of those.

Anyway, talk to the other wives.

Ask Veronica. She
saw him every day.

I'm sure she knew he
wanted to be cremated.

- Lloyd?
- Yeah?

Have you ever
experienced pleasure

just inches away
from a live barracuda?

Honey? Have we?

Come inside.

Look, why don't you go downstairs
and check out the new iPods?

Okay. But if there's gonna
be a séance, I want to watch.

Okay, go. I'll be
there in a few.

Veronica, hi.

I'm grateful to have you
near at such a painful time.

Yeah. You're taking this a
lot harder than I expected,

considering that you guys spent
pretty much the last 10 years

at each other's throats.

We remained business
partners for so long

because we were the
best of friends underneath.

V, can I ask you something?

Did Daddy want to be cremated?

No. Why would you think that?

That's what Ophelia says.

Ophelia is a
manipulative neurotic.

Harry wanted to be buried
at Pleasant Meadows.

- At Pleasant Meadows?
- Yeah.

Autumn said that they have
plots together at Shady Glen.

We have plots side by
side at Pleasant Meadows.

Henry wanted us to be
buried next to one another.

Yeah, but Autumn is his wife.

Yeah, please. Nobody
takes that seriously.

Si?

Whoa, whoa. No
entiendo. Que misterio?

American Consulate in Mexico.

So... so you're trying
to locate the woman

who had been staying
at the hotel with him?

Excellent.

Gracias por su ayuda. Adios.

They didn't want
to release the body

if the woman he was staying
with was still in Mexico.

But because they can't even
figure out who the hell she is,

they've decided to
turn him over to us.

He'll be in the country tonight

and at the Ithaca
airport in the morning.

Okay, this is good
news, I guess.

Yeah. Good news that
they're sending him back.

Awful news that he was
down there with somebody.

I don't know if I'm ready
to see your dad in a casket.

You won't have to. It's closed.

Closed?

Well, everyone had
a different opinion,

so I suggested that we
close it, at least for now.

I think it's barbaric that people
want to look at the body anyway.

Yeah, but he's been in an accident.
They want to know that he's okay.

Ms. Lefay? I'm John
Goodenough from the funeral home.

If there's anything we can
do, please see me directly.

Thank you.

I did not have the privilege of
knowing your father personally,

but from everything
I've been hearing,

it's clear he brought a lot
of love to a lot of people.

You have no idea.

While I have you, would
you happen to know

if there's been a resolution
regarding the cemetery?

I have been told it's
Pleasant Meadows.

I've also been told
it's Shady Glen.

I know you think Henry wanted
to be buried in Shady Glen...

He did want to be
buried at Shady Glen.

We picked out those
plots only last year.

But he kept up the payment
on Pleasant Meadows,

even after that.

I can show you the
cancelled checks.

Veronica, I appreciate that
you were Henry's partner,

but please don't forget
that I was his wife.

Please keep your voices down.

Has anyone here happened to speak
to the American Consulate in Mexico?

No. Why?

- Barbie?
- Not now.

- What?
- Really, Mom. Later.

Please?

Apparently, Daddy
wasn't alone in Mexico.

I knew it. Was he with
some sort of shaman?

There was a woman
staying with him at the hotel.

And they couldn't find her. And
they don't know who she was.

Autumn?

Okay, maybe we should give
you some time to yourself, okay?

So, Mom, Grandma?

Grandma?

V, let's go.

It's all mine.

The will says every
last penny goes to me.

Henry's half of the
business, everything.

I even have half interest in
those precious plots of yours

at Pleasant goddamn Meadows,

and the only thing going
into the ground come Friday.

Is worms.

Or your bones, bitch,
if you try and cross me.

Hello, hello. Sorry I'm
late. Who's in charge here?

John Goodenough,
the funeral director.

Ophelia Parker, the bereaved.

Well, the most deeply
bereaved, I'm sure.

Listen, I bet a good-lookin'
fellow like yourself

would know where to get
a lady a vodka Collins, hm?

- Excuse me?
- With lime. Thank you, darling.

And some McNuggets. I
get hungry when I drink.

Where is he?

Henry. The body?

Oh! In the viewing room.

Thank you ever so much.

Oh! And two extra thingies of
that tangy honey mustard sauce.

Thank you, gorgeous.

Oh. Were you all waiting for me?

Henry, Henry.

Closed casket!

I didn't realize
it was this bad.

I wanted a closed casket

because I believe
when someone dies,

he deserves his privacy
and not to be gawked at.

So he wasn't disfigured?

No.

Oh, thank God.

Look at us here together.

It's like the reunion
we never had.

Let's hold hands.

Come on! For Henry.

We have things we share in
common with nobody else in the world.

We've all know the better,

we've all known the worse,

of all four of Henry
Lefay's marriages.

Five.

Oh, yes. Two of which
were to me, of course,

which does give
me a sort of seniority.

Oh, screw you.

Honey, I'm just trying to say
that though we all may think

we know how Henry wanted
to say good-bye to this earth,

he did write it all down for
me in a deeply personal letter.

So I stopped, and I
made copies on the way.

That's why I was late.

I've got my own letter, too,
exactly... exactly like this.

In mine, he wanted
a Catholic priest.

Did you say Catholic?
In a pig's eye.

Time out!

I'm the current wife.

I'm making the decisions
about the ceremony.

You know, a good compromise
would be his childhood pastor.

If I wanted your opinion,
I would have asked for it.

Get it?

May I say something
about the casket?

What about the casket?

I think it should be open.

People want to see
that he's all right.

Mom, would you stop
saying that? It's screwed up.

No, I agree with Kate.
Open, open, open.

I am the wife. Me!

I make all the decisions
about everything!

Fine.

But Henry did want
to be cremated.

- Well, that's not happening.
- Well, it's what he wanted.

Nobody is getting cremated,
so just stick it up your ass!

- Oh, no, no, no!
- Hey!

Hey.

No!

You're going to tip it over!

Let go of him!

Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.
What have you done now?

It's not right.

You're not supposed to
bury your own children.

You raised a great man.

I raised a selfish prick.

But he was always good
to me, so that's something.

Yes.

Hello.

Is Henry Lefay in this box?

- Yes.
- Oh!

Do you mind if I just stand
here with you for a bit?

No, no, not at all.

I'm... I'm Barbara
Lefay, Henry's daughter.

How nice to finally meet you.

I'm Effa. Effa Devereaux.

I was Henry's very first wife.

Well, I'm sure some of
you know about the time

that Henry dropped out of
college and went to Chicago

to try to be a blues musician.

Well, the very week
that boy got into town,

I ain't gonna lie!

He knocked me right off my feet.

But pretty soon, I could see
he didn't belong in Chicago

with or without me.

So, after three months,
we got an annulment,

and I sent him back
home to New York.

Never saw Henry Lefay
or heard his voice again.

There are no paper
towels in the ladies' room.

Grandma, she doesn't work here!

I'm sorry, but I must
ask you straight out.

What exactly do you want here?

You must be Veronica.

Well, I don't want
anything at all.

In fact, I bet you
dollars to doughnuts,

I'm the only person in this room

that doesn't have a will in
her purse with her name on it.

Henry Lefay never
gave me nothing.

And I don't expect
nothing from him now.

Would you happen to be Kate?

Yeah.

You know, I'd imagine the
shock is the biggest for you.

A woman thinks she's
a man's first wife...

It's got to be mighty
unsettling to find out she isn't.

You know, I truly regret
any pain this causes you.

- Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.

If you've been out of touch
with my father since Chicago,

how do you know so
much about all of us?

The Internet, honey.

Yes, Ma'am. About...

Let's see, about five years ago...
Out of the blue, don't you know...

Henry Lefay up and tracks me
down and sends me an e-mail.

Just wanted to know whatever
happened to me, you know?

What my life had been like.

And, you know, one
thing led to another,

and we've been e-mailing
each other ever since. Every day.

- Every day?
- Every day.

Get out.

When I didn't hear from
him a few days, I just...

I just got this bad feeling,

and I thought, "I better
give that boy a Google."”

And sure enough...

Well, y'all know the rest.

Apparently, Henry's
had all kinds of secrets.

I mean, there's no reason
not to believe this one.

Oh, not so fast!

How do we know this
isn't some kind of a scam?

That you're not inserting
yourself into Henry's life

under false pretenses

just so you can get
something from us later?

Oh, you mean like the time
you pretended you were pregnant

so Henry could leave Veronica

and marry your boney
ass a second time?

'Cause you are
Ophelia, aren't you?

You've come a long way today,
Effa. I bet you you're hungry.

You know what, girl?

I am feeing like a little
pie with some ice cream.

You know where I could get some?

There's a diner across the green

where they make a
mean Dutch Apple.

For real?

- My treat.
- Ooh, cool!

Anything that you want
for yourself you can have.

Thanks.

Good morning.
You're here very early.

I asked everyone to come
an hour before the viewing,

so that we could figure
out the minister issue.

Are the others here?

No, you're the first.

Would you like to
wait in the study?

Actually, if you
guys don't mind,

I'd like a few minutes
alone with Dad.

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

No, no, no, no, no. No!

How long were you
and Henry together?

- Oh, 15 years.
- Oh, wow.

Yeah, it was a crazy
15 years, too. I tell you.

Where's what's his
name? The funeral guy?

What about Ophelia?
Have you seen her?

No?

Baby?

Whatever you do, do not let
Autumn into the viewing room.

Why not?

Why not let Autumn
in the viewing room?

Wait a second. Wait, don't!

Come here!

Who did this?

Autumn.

Hang on a second!

Hey!

Wait!

Hey? Come on!

Really, Autumn?

Who said that you
could cremate him?

- One of the ex-wives.
- Ophelia?

Yes, Ophelia. That was her.

Well, I had no choice
once the forms were signed.

Ophelia has no legal
standing. Autumn is his wife.

But Ophelia brought me
the form signed by Autumn.

She forged her signature?

I had no way of knowing that.

Stop it!

Don't watch.

Stay away from the hearse!

No! It's a classic!

Oh! I never give
my car to the valet.

I want her arrested for
unlawful incineration.

My husband was just lying
there, minding his own business!

And you should arrest him, too,
because he's the one that did it!

Cool it! All of you.

I guess what I really
need to know is,

do any of you want
me to press charges?

Well, yes!

Of course I want you to
press charges! These women...

That's real good, Barbie. Can
you show me how to do that?

Maybe after the funeral. But
here is what I'm thinking, Pinky.

We should charge her for
attempted homicide with a hybrid.

And her for cremation fraud.

And him for aiding
and abetting a forger.

Are those even laws?

Do you want to find out?

- No.
- Not really.

So as far as the criminal
justice system is concerned,

I think we should just all
pretend that this never happened.

Well, yeah, I mean, I... I...

You know what?

- Okay.
- Thank you, Pinky.

Great to see you again.
Real sorry about your dad.

Officer.

You better watch it.

Get in there now!

Now you listen to me,
and you listen to me good.

I intend to send my father
off with a modicum of dignity.

That is what I owe him,

and I am going to give him
that come hell or high water.

So that means no more
surprise cremations, okay?

No more demolition
derby with the hearses.

No more anything!

Except quiet, dignified,
respectable mourning.

Have I made myself clear?

Yes.

All right, then.

And just so I make myself clear,

we're spreading Henry's
ashes in Bora Bora.

The hell we are.

That's where he was happiest.

Guys, please!

This coffee table is awfully
dusty. You should use Pledge.

Somebody better
talk to this woman.

Grandma!

Henry never gave a
damn about Bora Bora.

He wanted to be scattered
over the Pacific from a catamaran.

He should be buried
at Pleasant Meadows.

You mean bury his ashes?

Would you give us a minute?
We'll be in the viewing room soon.

I know I'm intruding.

But I'm actually kind of glad to
find you guys all here together.

I was the one who was
with Henry in Mexico.

Who are you?

I was Henry's first wife.

Oh. I was going
to be his last wife.

Tell them, Barbie.

It sucks. I'm so sorry.

It's all just too
much for one day.

I mean, I just lost my husband.

And then someone
goes and burns him up!

And then I find out that
he was going to leave me?

And you.

You knew.

Put yourself in my shoes!

Yes, I knew about her. But
my loyalty has to be to my dad.

And I didn't know that Sarah Jane
was the one with him in Mexico.

You mean there were others?

Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

He really, really was happy
when we were in Bora Bora.

I'm sure of it.

I am, too.

That's why I want to
spread his ashes there.

I think that it's where
he should live forever.

I remember him
happiest in Yosemite.

He took me hiking
there when I was 10.

And he and my mother
were still together.

Up near Sentinel Dome and...

He sat on the ground,
and I sat in his lap,

and we looked out into
the mountains forever.

And I don't remember any other
time him holding me nearly that long.

He had such an enormous spirit.

What if he could rest forever
in all of those different places?

What if we divided up his ashes,

and each of us
scattered a part of him

in a place we remember
him being happy?

Because if anyone deserves
that kind of good-bye,

it was Daddy, right?

I'm sorry.

How did you know my mother?

Okay.

So we have a new
plan for Daddy's ashes.

Where's Ophelia?

She's in the viewing room.
She wanted to be near him.

And we didn't mind.

Okay. Let's go in there then.

Ophelia?

Oh! There she is!

Come on!

Ophelia!

Get back here, you crazy oaf!

Take off your shoes!
Take off your shoes!

Go!

For what it's worth,
I think Henry's ashes

should be spread in Cancun.

Do not make me hurt you.

Give me my Henry!

Ophelia!

- Stop, stop, stop!
- No!

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Henry wanted to be
spread over the Pacific!

And I am not going to let
some little Janey-come-lately

bring him to Bora Bora,

where he doesn't even
speak the language!

Give him to me!

Oh, my God.

Get off me!

No! No!!

You know, some guys get
turned on by this sort of thing.

Stupid!

I mean, not me. I'm
just saying, some guys.

- Hey!
- Go, go, go, go!

So, what do we do now?

We could buy another urn,
maybe something a little sturdier.

And leave it up there empty?

We could put
something else in it.

Like what, M&M's?

What's the point?
There's nothing left of him.

Oh, Henry. I'm sorry I didn't
spring for the ornate brass.

You'd still be here now.

He'd still be dead.

Shut your face, you
castrating Mexican twit!

I am Spanish!

No, no!

What in the sweet love of
Jesus are you people doing?

You people are the worst fucking
bereaved I have ever seen in my life!

Excuse me? I've been
conferring with Father Houlihan,

and I believe we've found a way

to blend the Catholic and
Presbyterian ceremonies.

But the Polynesian
holy man just arrived,

and we were wondering how you'd
like us to work him into the service.

Oh, God, whose mercies
cannot be numbered,

accept our prayers in behalf
of your servant, Henry Lefay.

Amen.

Amen.

And now, if you'll turn to
page 297 in your hymnals...

"I can hear my savior calling.”

You son of a bitch.

But on that morning, Sarah
Jane can't get herself out of bed.

I'm thinking to myself,

when's the next time
I'm gonna be in Cancun?

So with or without her,
I'm going parasailing.

So I hired this family firm.

That pulls you right off
the beach behind their boat.

They don't speak much English.

I'm with two couples,
both on their honeymoon,

and this single guy.

The guy's name is Lipschitz.

He's getting over a divorce

by working his way through
every hooker in Cancun.

Heck of a guy.

My safety vest is a little tight,
so Lipschitz switches with me.

I go up, I have a great
time. It's really a lot of fun.

He goes up with
the vest I just had on.

Just had this thing
on. Something snaps.

He falls, like, 150
feet into the water.

Smack. They pull him
out. The guy's dead.

He's dead.

I mean, I freak out. I lose it.

That could have been
me, I'm thinking. That just...

That just could have been me.

I took off. You know,
I left my ID there.

All I had was my little fanny
pack with a couple 100 bucks,

which in Mexico
buys a lot of tequila.

Next thing I know, I
wake up passed out

in the backseat of
a car in Tampico.

I tried to call you, but the
hotel said you had already left.

Well, I figured you
walked out on me.

So after two days, I
had to get back to work,

so I checked out
and went home alone.

Wait, wait, wait.

- How did we hear that Daddy died?
- The Mexicans.

They must have thought Lipschitz
was me and that I was Lipschitz.

Well, how did you get
home from Mexico?

Just dumb luck.

The border guard supervisor
grew up around here,

remembers me from
all those commercials.

Why wouldn't you
give someone a call?

Well, at this point, I didn't realize
that anybody thought I was dead.

And who am I
going to call anyway?

When I got home this
morning, I get to the house...

Caterers setting up for a party.

Whoo-hoo! "What's going on?"

"They're all at your
funeral”, he says.

"Well, I gotta go see this."

So I put on my
suit, and here I am.

So, this Lipschitz. His
family doesn't know.

And we've cremated him.

And scattered his ashes
all over a gas station.

All right. I got an idea.

I think you should
come home with me.

I'll have your bags sent back.

Come on.

I want to spend one great
day with my grandmother.

Okay.

Okay.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Listen, I've got to say this.

Before this week, I
thought you were amazing.

You know that.

But after watching
everything you did

in the midst of all this insanity...
Somehow holding together...

I have a whole
new respect for you.

They say for better or for
worse... What is worse than this?

And you were flawless.

Goddamn it, woman. Marry me.

Are you out of your mind?

Look at my family.

Look at every marriage
I grew up around.

So what are you saying?

You never want to get
married, no matter what?

I'm saying I never
want to marry wrong.

Lloyd? No. That's
not what I meant.

Lloyd!

Hey, hey, hey!

- Two minutes.
- Don't even think about it.

Oh, my God. This is ridiculous.

I didn't like the way
I left you last time.

And then, when I
thought you were gone, I...

This is like a second
chance for us, you know.

I know we got off track
when I was a teenager.

And I know we'll never be
normal father and daughter.

But, you know, maybe...

Maybe we can be
some kind of friends.

Right. Okay. To a new beginning.

A new beginning.

Quite a funeral, huh?

What's with the medicine
man? What was that all about?

You mean, the
Polynesian holy man?

Autumn said that he performed
your wedding in Bora Bora.

That was the guy?
But he had a red face.

Our wedding, he had a blue face.

It could have been a red
face. I was pretty shitfaced.

When I do go, no
holy men of any kind.

I'll just leave you some
instructions on what to do with me.

You gave everyone
instructions, okay, Dad?

You got yourself buried
at two different cemeteries

and your ashes
scattered off a catamaran.

I'll just date your instructions

so everybody knows
it's the latest version.

If Sarah Jane or anybody
else shows up with a later one,

you can fight them tooth
and nail. Just tell them...

Daddy, this is exactly
what I'm asking you

to stop doing to me.

Right, right, right,
right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Got it. Got it.

Have you talked to
Autumn? How pissed is she?

On a scale of 1 to 10 million?

Gals are a lot tougher to deal with
during a divorce when they're angry.

That's how Veronica ended
up with half of the company.

That's why I was hoping

you could kind of talk to
Autumn a little bit, you know,

smooth things out.

And you might want to get a
hold of that Lipschitz family,

let them know what happened.

Me?

I can't call them. They're
liable to be kind of pissed off.

And don't mention
that cremation thing.

I don't think Jewish people like
that even when it's the right body.

We have no ashes.
You'll think of something.

- Good-bye.
- What?

Good-bye. I'm going
back to California.

- Barbie?
- Listen to me.

- Barbara.
- You're never gonna change, Dad.

And if you don't change,
I'm going to lose my mind.

Oh, God! I love you, Dad.

I love you more than
you could possibly realize.

But don't follow me.

And don't sing.

Oh. Oh, hey, sweetheart.

Look. There's something
I need to talk to you about.

It's pretty serious, so I wanted
to wait till after the funeral.

What?

I'm done.

I only come here to tell you
that I am out of here for good.

What do you mean for good?

I've had it, Mom!

Taking care of Daddy every
minute whether he's alive or not,

fixing everything
that he breaks.

- Oh, grow up!
- Huh?

Do you think you're the
only person with a family?

Roll with it!

You've gotten so self-centered!

What are you talking about?

Making the whole
funeral about yourself.

- About me?
- Yes!

How are you going to give
your father some dignity in death

that he didn't have in life?

How narcissistic!

I was the one making
this about myself?

What about those crazy women

that almost spilt that poor
Lipschitz guy out of his coffin,

and then cremated him, huh?

They were just a
bunch of sad women

trying to mourn the
best way they could.

Why are you so damned
accepting all the time?

Even of Ophelia, after everything
that happened back then.

Why can't you just
show some spine for once

instead of being the
world's biggest doormat?

Spine? You want me to
show you some spine?

My daughter will not
speak to me that way.

If this is your big permanent
exit out of New York,

why don't you just go back
to San Francisco right now!

Is that some spine for
you? Is that enough spine?

At Henry Lefay's,
it's lobster season.

So, don't get crabby.

I think when you get
to be a certain age,

God starts to make you forget,

because if you had to hold
on to all those memories,

it would just be
too much to bear.

Listen.

Why don't you tell me a
memory you haven't told me?

A happy one, huh?

Well, um... How
about, um, Hawaii?

You were on vacation?

No! No, I lived there.

You lived in Hawaii? When?

During the war,
after Pearl Harbor.

I lived near the naval base.

Oh, we had such fun!

I worked for this club,

and the sailors would
come in on leave.

They paid us, and we
split 60-40 with the house.

Well, the soldiers paid
you, for what? To dance?

Good heavens,
no! It was wartime.

You get a sailor on leave,
they're not interested in dancing.

Wait, what are you saying?
That you were a hooker?

No! I was a party girl.

What's the difference?

That was much more patriotic.

Oh, this was so sweet of
you to find all this time for me,

especially since your
mother's in the hospital.

What? In the hospital?
What do you mean?

She went into St. Joe's
this morning for that biopsy.

You know that.

Oh, God.

Oh! How did you...?

The doctor said it went well.

Mom, I'm so sorry about...

I'm sorry, too.

You got a bad deal, Mom...

Spending all those
years alone with just me.

My life hasn't been that bad.

You make decisions,

and things work out
how they work out.

You know, when
you go to a restaurant,

and your food comes,

and you realize that
you've ordered badly?

That was me. I ordered badly.

That's all.

Well, you can bet I
won't make that mistake.

No.

You'll make the other mistake.

What other mistake?

Mom?

Excuse me, visiting
hours are over.

I'll be quick. I'm just going to
say good night to my mother.

Hey.

I was just closing up.

Can I come in?

Yeah. Sure.

You wouldn't believe it,

but in California, I'm
a very together person.

Well, I believe it.

I used to know you pretty well.

Oh, man.

What a week. You have no idea.

My father's dead.
My father's not dead.

My mother's sick, and...

Grandmother's a horror.

You know what?

This is exactly how I
felt with Johnny Farigno.

It was like I was trying to
find my way out of something.

That's what she meant...
There's ordering badly,

and the other mistake
is not ordering at all.

Okay, uh...

Please don't hate me.

I tried that once.

Didn't work.

Lloyd. Listen, there's something
I want to talk to you about.

Wait. Lloyd. Lloyd,
let me call you back.

This pile of dust is
all that's left of me.

These are my ashes.

My remains.

No, it's ground crap from
the gas station, okay?

Come on, you're drunk.
Let's get you home.

You know, I thought
that if I kept moving,

I could cheat death.

That's what I thought.

But that's not
how it works, is it?

Someday I'm going to be
just as dead as Lipschitz here.

And what did I leave?
What did Lipschitz leave?

Disappointed hookers
in Cancun is what he left.

But not me. I got...

I got half a business.

And some really
memorable commercials.

And you.

A better daughter than this
selfish asshole deserves.

And I lost you, didn't I?

Oh, Dad.

You know, I really
would like to change.

I wanna change.

No, you don't.

No. No, I don't.

But I did break up
with Sarah Jane.

- Really?
- Yeah.

She wanted to keep the ring.

So, I said, "Go ahead, it's
cubic zirconium anyway."

So she threw it at me.

Want it?

No, thank you.

That's too bad.
It's the real deal.

It cost me 28 grand.

Let me see that.

Hey, Barbie doll. Barbie Barb.

Barbara, have I
taught you anything?

I mean, in your whole life,
have I taught you anything?

Look at me. What do you think?

I think you're a walking
miracle, that's what I think.

I'd just like to think it didn't
all come from your mom.

It didn't.

Thanks. Thank you.

Thank you.

You nervous?

Nah.

Not when you've walked down
the aisle as many times as I have.

But you? You're the most
beautiful bride I've ever seen.

Ready?

Yeah.

I never thought I'd see
them dance together.

I'm so glad your mom's okay.

Of all your father's other wives,
she was always my favorite.

Did your father tell you?
We're getting married again.

To each other?

Of course.

Well, third time's a charm.

Look at you. You're
a knock-out, honey.

Thanks.

You think I could get
away with wearing white?

Hey, there. I've
been looking for you.

The day's been kind of intense.
I was just looking for some quiet.

You know, once I
remember sneaking away

from one of my weddings.

I'm guessing a
bridesmaid was involved?

Maybe.

It's our song.

May I?

Yes, you may.

You're gonna love being married.

There's nothing
like it in the world.

Yeah.