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Here's some hors d'oeuvres.

The crackers are low-cal and taste like tree bark,

so I doubled up on the spray cheese.

Thanks, mom.

What time's your boyfriend getting here?

Quit calling him my boyfriend.

I told you, he's just a fellow from my church

that I'm seeing socially.

Socially? Is that what you kids

are calling it these days? (Laughs)

I'm not amused by the tramp talk.

Regardless, I think it's a good idea for me

to get a look at this guy and size him up.

Got to warn you, he's a smoottalker.

Man could sell sand to an a-rab.

Hey, I'm a police officer, and I can spot a con man a mile away.

And they love to prey on frail, vulnerable women like yourself.

(Chuckles)

That's true.

(Doorbell rings)

That'll be him.

Take a seat, mom. I got this.

Promise me you two stags won't lock horns in the living room.

Don't worry, I'm just gonna lay out a few ground rules,

let him know I'm keeping an eye on him.

You must be little Mikey.

Yeah. Hi. Come on in.

Thank you.

Dennis Richardson is my name.

I'm your mom's...

Friend from church.

Friend from church.

Forgive my tardiness.

I didn't allow for enough time to cook dinner

as well as give myself a haircut.

I can vouch for the tastiness of the food,

but I wouldn't take a tape measure to these sideburns.

You cooked dinner at your house?

Cooking here implies a level of domesticity

that makes Margaret uneasy.

Oh, by the way, shoes on or shoes off?

Leave 'em on. These kids don't need

to see you running around half naked.

Understood.

Oh.

And I bought you some baseball cards.

Upper deck.

Uh, thanks.

(Chuckles) Hi. I'm Molly, Mike's girlfriend.

Oh, really? Margaret never mentioned

that little Mikey was seeing someone.

Well, it's an honor and a privilege to meet you, Molly.

I'm afraid that

since I was unaware of your existence,

I neglected to bring you a gift.

Oh, don't worry about it... it's just nice to meet you, Dennis.

Perhaps I could offer you a book of stamps

or a crisp five-dollar bill?

(Laughs): No.

Look at him work his magic.

Sand to an a-rab.

♪ For the first time in my life ♪

♪ I see love. ♪

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Dinner was delicious.

Good for you, finding a man who knows his way around the kitchen.

Hey, I know my way around the kitchen.

I meant cooking, not finding an oreo in the dark.

Oh. (Laughs)

While the dishes are soaking,

shall I whip us up a batch of my homemade oatmeal scotchies?

I could eat a cookie.

Oh, we're-we're fine, Dennis.

We're trying to lay off sweets.

Aw!

That was a really wonderful meal.

Where'd you learn to cook like that?

I was a cook in the army during the vietnamese conflict.

Vietnam? Wow!

Did you see any combat?

That's how I got this bum ear. Artillery barrage.

If I hadn't covered my head

with that stock pot of chipped beef,

I don't think I'd be standing before you today.

I thought you were gonna make cookies.

I'd eat a cookie. No, no, no cookies.

Why don't you sit down with us for a while?

He doesn't like to sit. It's true.

Probably from all that time I spent crouching in a bamboo cage

getting poked by a Vietcong bayonet.

Oh, my God. You were a P.O.W.?

18 months, waist-deep in a snake-infested swamp.

Still better than High School, though.

Peggy: Aw, boo-hoo,

cinderella.

Quit boring these kids with your sob stories.

You're absolutely right, Margaret.

This evening is not about me.

It's about little Mikey and his lovely girlfriend.

(Chuckles) Dennis: So...

How long have you two been together?

I don't know, for, like, maybe a year.

Seven months.

I was rounding up.

So, are you young people hearing wedding bells in your future?

Oh.

What the hell's the matter with you?

They... they haven't been together that long.

The wheels could fall off this wagon on the drive home.

Well... I don't know about that.

I think we're doing fine; We're moving along very nicely.

Absolutely. We got a good thing here,

and we don't need to ruin it by talking about marriage.

Well, I don't think we'd ruin it.

Oh, I-I didn't mean ruin.

I just mean spoil or taint.

Taint?!

The point is...

That's a conversation for another time

way in the future.

So how far in the future are you talking about?

Because I'm in my 30s... I'd like to have children someday.

Well, me, too, but...

But what?

Uh...

It would appear that I've opened up

a can of worms.

And you wonder why people lock you in cages

and poke you with knives.

I never even met the man, and he asked

if Molly and I are planning on getting married.

Well, once somebody drops the m-bomb,

it changes everything, never goes away.

It's like trying to get dog crap out of a tennis shoe.

You can hose it down, take an old toothbrush to it...

Don't matter, that shoe ain't never gonna smell right.

All I know is I'm not gonna rush into anything.

When Molly and I are both ready, that's when

we're gonna get married. Good for you.

Just don't you dare elope on me.

It'll break my heart, and I will never, ever forgive you.

What are you talking about?

Well, I'm assuming I'm your best man.

Unless you got another guy who Heimlich'd

the sugar baby out of your windpipe.

And I would be honored

to be a groomsman, as long as you pair me with Molly's sister.

I am bound and determined to tap that.

Listen, you can both just relax.

Molly and I aren't anywhere near getting married.

Well, when the time is right, you'll know.

But let me say, I am a sucker for a spring wedding.

Oh, yes. The flowers are beautiful,

and the season gives you that sense of new beginnings.

It is the midwest, though, so you're

rolling the dice on the weather.

That's why you plan an outdoor wedding

but with an indoor option.

Oh.

Listen, ladies, nobody's getting married.

Understood.

But I will need at least three weeks notice

if you want a decent best-man speech.

And if anybody's tapping Molly's sister,

it's gonna be me.

Uh, good luck with that.

You have the badge, but I have the accent.

Oh, and a good bachelor party

can't just be thrown together at the last minute.

That's true. We should probably start

scouting out strip clubs right now.

We can begin downtown, and then work our way to the airport.

Mm, I don't know.

Those places get nastier the closer you get to the airport.

I say we start there.

Vince, sweetie, it's not a big deal.

Once in a while, it's gonna happen to a man your age.

Yeah, but it's never happened to me before.

I'm so humiliated.

Hey, I'm a patient woman,

and I know eventually, when you relax a little

and take the pressure off yourself,

you'll remember exactly where you left your Viagra.

Lucky for us, there's more than one way to skin a cat.

I pray to God you're talking about skinning an actual cat.

Where's the big guy, sleeping in?

No. Things were kind of awkward between us last night,

so he slept at his place.

See? Not every night can be mardi gras.

Sometimes a man is tired and overworked,

so he forgets where he put his erection enhancers.

Good-bye.

No, sit down, honey.

Now, Vince, hush.

Now, listen, if you and Mike are having troubles,

you can talk to us about it.

(Sighs) It's no big deal.

Last night somebody brought up the topic of marriage

and... Mike panicked.

What do you mean, panicked?

You know, his face turned white and he started fidgeting

and chewing his thumb; He looked like a giant baby

that had to go pee-pee.

Can you imagine powdering that big bottom?

Mom!

Sorry. Sorry.

Um, honey, you know he loves you.

I'm sure, like all men, he's just a little gun-shy.

Was that a shot at me?

'Cause when I find my little blue friends,

I'll show you who's gun-shy.

Well, retrace your steps, honey.

Anyway.

(Sighs) I don't know, mom, I feel like I've been

pushing Mike since day one of this relationship.

I asked him out.

I was the first one who wanted to sleep together.

Maybe I should just back off until he figures out

what it is he really wants.

Well, what do you want, sweetie?

I want to marry the guy someday.

But I don't want him to feel like I'm railroading him.

Then you're just gonna have to relax

and trust that if it's meant to be, it'll be.

Take life as it comes.

(Groans) Oh, I suck at that.

(Pills rattling) In my glove compartment,

from the time we did it at the car wash.

T minus 30 minutes and counting.

Are we good here?

'Cause sometimes when I stare

at the one-eyed monster, it happens quicker.

Go!

(Shudders)

So, what are you up for?

Grab a bite, maybe catch a movie?

Whatever you want to do, I'm just easy, peasy, japanesey.

(Chuckles)

Okey-dokey.

Call me pokey.

(Laughs) Seriously, though,

a nice dinner and a late movie

or a quick snack and an early one?

Mike, it's up to you.

I just want to enjoy our time together

with no expectations.

Great.

Whatever happens happens.

(Chuckles) All righty.

Why don't we try to narrow down what kind of food we want

and just take it from there?

Sounds like a plan.

Okay, what are you hungry for?

Well, I had a turkey burger for lunch, so...

Whatever you want is... fine with me.

I'd even eat another turkey burger.

Really?

If I had to.

How about Italian?

Sure.

Or we could do Chinese.

Ooh, sounds good!

(Clears throat)

Maybe we'll just grab a hot dog at the movie.

I'm with that, too.

So, where are we headed?

I don't know, I can't answer that question.

I mean, I love you... I know that much.

Mike, I'm just trying to figure out

where you want to have dinner.

Aw, crap.

Everything was going so good, then somebody mentions marriage,

and now we can't even just hang out.

Told you, man,

that tennis shoe ain't never gonna smell the same.

Hey, it's not that I don't want to marry Molly.

I just kind of wanted to have my life more together before I asked her.

Please tell me this ain't about your weight,

'cause you've been losing and gaining the same 14 pounds since I met you.

It's not that.

I've made peace with the fact

that I'm always gonna be a little stocky.

- Stocky? - Let it go.

I wanted to have a little more money in the bank, you know,

be farther along in my career.

I mean, I always imagined getting married

in my dress blues with sergeant stripes on my sleeve.

Oh, that's nice.

I always pictured white tuxedo with black piping,

but the dress blues is a great idea.

Right, with the gloves and the hats under our arms?

Yeah, that's a sharp look,

plus the dark blue will make you look a tad less stocky.

All right, boys, I'm heading out.

- It's my bridge night. - Who you trying to fool?

Everybody knows tonight's your poker night.

Yeah, but I have to cross a bridge to get there.

Michael, how come you're not with Molly this evening?

Ah, we're just kind of taking a night off from each other.

The topic of marriage came up.

Oh, I'm sorry, baby, did she turn you down?

- No. - Don't sit there and tell me

you turned her down 'cause that would make him the smart one,

and I don't want to live in a world where that's true.

Hey, there's nothing wrong

with a man taking his time and not acting impulsively.

Oh, please.

The only reason you didn't marry

that mail-order Russian bride

is because you maxed out your credit card having phone sex.

That was not phone sex.

That was a singles chat room.

Mm-hmm, and was everybody else in the chat room

sitting in their grandma's hall closet

with their hand down their pants?

You ever heard of knocking?

You ever heard of knocking it off?

And why you dragging your feet?

You know you love that girl.

I do; I just want to know I can take care of her,

be the kind of guy she deserves.

Well, don't waste too much time trying to be a better man,

'cause you ain't never gonna be one without a good woman.

And what are the chances of lightning

hitting this big barn again?

Well, I can honestly say I am not done with my bachelorhood.

Yeah, Carl McMillan has a lot of living and loving left to do.

Then you need to get out of my closet and go find a woman.

Shoot, I have to cover my eyes

to even reach in and grab an umbrella.

I mean, I know Mike loves me and I love him,

and when the topic of marriage came up,

I could have just let it go.

Well, now you know for next time.

No, it's already out there, it's in his head... marriage.

God, I even said I wanted to have kids someday.

Guys never want to hear that,

especially when they're already married and have kids.

I should have just left well enough alone,

but I had to push it.

I always have to take charge, and guys hate that.

Unless you're wearing a black bustier

and holding a riding crop.

Then they practically beg for it.

How does that help me?

I'm just saying, guys are weird.

The important thing is that Mike and I are happy,

and that, that should be enough.

Absolutely.

But it's not.

Now I want it all, and I want to know that I'm getting it all.

I'm sure he wants the same thing,

and he'll come around to it eventually.

Oh, please, he doesn't know what he wants.

Last night he couldn't make a decision

between a restaurant and a movie.

We shared a lean cuisine while watching

ice trucker reruns.

Well, it's up to you to tell him what he wants.

No, I can't do that.

That makes me a pushy broad.

He's got to come to it on his own.

I thought you just said he can't come to it on his own.

No, he's useless.

But you still want to marry him?

Of course. I love him.

Okay, if we're going to keep talking,

I need to be way higher than I am right now.

Continue.

What do you mean you can't help me find my dog?

You're the fire department.

Not a priority?

But greasing your big, muscly chests

and posing for calendars is?

What the hell happened?

I let Dennis take Jim for a walk and he lost him.

Ah, damn. I'm sure he's fine.

He's probably sleeping under the Gundersons' shed again.

No, oh, he ran away to make a point.

Mom, come on.

This was his house, and I brought another man into it.

Now he's punishing me.

I highly doubt that it's personal.

Everything's personal with Jim.

I think the world of him, but he knows what my buttons are,

and he knows how to push 'em.

Well, the prodigal dog has returned.

Jim!

Oh! (Groans)

He rolled in some unidentified fecal matter,

and what is not matted in his fur,

I believe is lodged between his teeth.

(Groans)

Thanks for finding him.

What are you thanking him for?

He's the reason he got lost in the first place.

Mom, just take it easy, everything's fine now.

I understand your anger, Margaret.

It was foolish of me to take him off leash at the park

so that he and I might cavort freely.

Foolish? It was idiotic.

You almost lost

the most precious thing in the world to me...

Second most precious.

Uh-huh.

Come on, Jim, let's get the possum scat out of your fur.

Possum?

Your mother sure does know her animal dung.

As soon as she cools off, I'm sure everything will be fine.

I hope so.

Your mother and I have had our romance

on slow simmer for seven years now,

and I'd hate to see it bubble over

just because Jim chased a squirrel into a poop pipe.

Seven years?

Your mother is

a sensitive and delicate flower,

handily disguised by a hateful and abusive demeanor.

Well, I do know she was pretty broken up when my dad left,

and I'm guessing she just doesn't want to be hurt again.

Interesting.

Does your unwillingness to commit to your girlfriend

make you a chip off the old block?

Not that I'm calling your mother an old block.

She's more stocky.

I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it.

Love is a frightening thing, isn't it, Mikey?

Yes, it is.

Almost as bad as being buried up to your neck

and trying to keep rats from chewing off your eyelids.

Wow, did that really happen to you?

Sure did.

I guess High School was tough for everybody.

Carl: Why do we have

to do this right now?

Need to clear the air with Molly

and let her know why I've been dragging my feet.

I owe her that much.

Miss Flynn?

Mike, what are you doing here?

Sorry to interrupt. I just need to have a word with your teacher.

Can't this wait?

No. I need to tell you something.

All right, quiet study time...

Books open, mouths closed.

What is up?

I love you, Molly.

(Children giggling) Quiet!

I love you, too.

Now get out of here.

I'm not done.

I also want you to know that I'm really happy

with what we've got.

Absolutely, and there's no reason to rush into anything

until we're both sure we're ready.

It would appear I'm ready.

(Children giggling) Shut up.

Shut up!

Really?

Molly Flynn, will you marry me?

Are you sure this is really what you want?

I'd get down on my knees,

but I'm not sure I could get back up.

(Both chuckle)

Seriously, I don't...

I-I don't want you to feel pressured into anything.

I don't.

In fact, I haven't felt this sure

about anything in a long time.

Is that a yes?

Ye... yes.

(Children giggling)

People, please pipe down.

A precious moment.

(Exhales)

When did you get this ring?

About two weeks after I met you.

Look at me... I'm gonna be a best man.

(Glass clinking)

If someone would have told me a year ago that...

Seven months.

(Laughter)

Seven months ago that I'd be standing up here

next to this incredible woman,

an engaged man and eight pounds lighter,

I never would have believed them.

I mean, four pounds, maybe, but... (Laughs)

Anyway, we just want to thank you for coming

and sharing this moment with us.

(All cheering, glasses clinking)

So, when's the wedding?

What's the matter with you?

You got shrapnel in your noggin?

I'm thinking next spring, sunset, Lincoln park,

when the azaleas are in bloom.

But with an indoor option in case of inclement weather.

Or rain.

Hey, me and red are going to tie the knot

near an active volcano on the island of Kauai.

Maybe they'd throw us a twofer.

Oh, a double wedding with my daughter.

I've always dreamed of that.

Really? That's a very peculiar dream.

(Overlapping chatter)

You have got to keep your pie-hole shut.

The whole tent is covered with flowers.

It doesn't look like a tent.

(Overlapping chatter)

I love you, Mike. I love you, Molly.

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