All language subtitles for Runaway Bride

I have climbed
the highest mountains

I have run through the fields

Only to be with you

Only to be with you

I have run, I have crawled

I have scaled these city walls

These city walls

Only to be with you

But I still haven't found

What I'm looking for

But I still haven't found

What I'm looking for

Fisher, pick up.
Fisher, it's me. Fisher, pick up!

I'm late. Come on, come on.
I need to bounce some ideas off you.

Mine are all boring.
Done it, been there.

- Hey, Ike!
- When are you guys gonna stop
wakin' me up every morning?

When your column stops
putting me to sleep.

- Oh, funny, funny.
- Yo, Jonah!

Fisher, come on!
Are you really not there?

All right. Cool.
I'll talk to you later.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Uh, f... you know, I'm thinking of
doing an article about limousines.

What do you think about people
who've never been in one?

I'm sorry.
I don't know people like that.

Lex, I just need someone to bounce some
ideas off of and get the juices flowing.

And I got one hour,
27 minutes, 52 seconds.

Hey, Ike, when are you gonna
put me in the column?

- When your T-shirts stop shrinking.
- It shrinks?

- Funny. Funny.
- Oh, forget it.

He's kidding. He's just kidding.
Here, give me five dollars.

- Here, give me two dollars.
- No way.

Folks, I got nice shirts here.
Look. "I love everybody. You're next."

Oh, I promise you
my love won't be easy

I promise you
there'll be times apart

So what's in store for us
in tomorrow's column?

I don't know yet.

I'm, uh, kind of
a last-minute man. I, uh...

You know, until an hour or two
before deadline, I don't get any ideas.

So you get your ideas
for your column from life?

Start up a conversation
with a woman in a bar...

attack her dart-playing and
try to get a rise out of her...

while you contemplate whether
or not she's worth hitting on?

No, no, I can't hit on you
till I get an idea.

- Oh, that's flattering.
- No! No, you don't understand.

I understand. See, my not
responding to you baiting me...

will inspire one of those bitter
diatribes you like to write about women.

I don't write bitter
diatribes about women.

- Ohh. Ohh.
- Very often.

- I could.
- Only when the ideas
aren't flowing, huh?

It's so nice to meet you,
one-minute man.

- It's "last-minute" man.
- Whatever.

Wanna hear somethin' funny? For a
good-lookin' guy, you strike out a lot.

Have you noticed that?

- I bet it's your ex-wife.
- Excuse me.

- Yeah?
- I've seen much worse.
- Oh, hey, Ellie!

No, Ike's not here.

- I say, I've seen much worse.
- All right.

- I'll tell him when he comes in.
- Excuse me?

The brush-off.

I've witnessed
far more treacherous...

and nefarious exits than that.

At least she castigated you
in private.

Not as private as I thought.
Kevin, you got some napkins there?

- Wiping or writing?
- I'll let you know.

They love you, they hate you.

They're hot, they're cold,
they're high, they're low.

They're up, they're down. You know, this
is really fun making a list with you.

- But I do have a column to write here.
- Ike.

But you have yet to find
a really superb idea!

Th-Th-There's a girl from my hometown
that you could write about.

Excuse me, but we
don't need any ideas.

She likes to dump grooms
right at the altar.

They call her "The Runaway Bride."

Yeah, sh-she's performed
the travesty seven or eight times.

Turns around,
runs like hell, bolts.

Adios. Plows down the aisle, knocking
old ladies out of her way like...

like the running
of the bulls in Pamplona.

And guess what?
She's got the next victim all lined up.

She's-She's turning
another body on the spit.

Okay, Italics, here we go!

Today is a day
of profound introspection.

I have been accused
of using this column...

to direct bitter diatribes
at the opposite sex.

This uncomfortable accusation...

has plunged me
into at least 15 minutes...

of serious reflection,
from which I have emerged...

with the conclusion that, yes,
I traffic in female stereotypes.

"But how can one blame me when
every time I step out my front door...

I meet fresh proof that the female
archetypes are alive and well...

the mother, the virgin,
the whore, the crone.

They're elbowing you in the subway,
stealing your cabs...

and overwhelming you
with perfume in elevators."

"But perhaps in fairness to the fairer
sex, I do need to broaden my horizon...

and add some new goddesses
to the pantheon."

"I would like to nominate
for deity the cheerleader...

ah, the cheerleader,
the coed and the man-eater...

the last of which
concerns me most today."

"In ancient Greece, this fearsome
female was known as Erinnyes,
the devouring death goddess.

In India, she is Kali, who likes to
devour her boyfriend Shiva's entrails...

while her yoni devours
his 'dot, dot, dot, never mind.'

In Indonesia, the bloody-jawed
man-eater is called Ragma."

You notice these are all
countries without cable.

"And in Hale, Maryland...

where she helps run
the family hardware store...

she's known as
Miss Maggie Carpenter...

a.k.a., the Runaway Bride."

"What is unusual
about Miss Carpenter...

is that she likes to dress her men up
as grooms before she devours them."

One antique hot-water handle
with the "hot" still on it.

Guaranteed to fit
any American Standard cast-iron tub...

with a four-inch center mount
made between 1924 and 1938.

In other words, Mr. Paxton...

I think you are out of the doghouse
with Mrs. Paxton.

- Alleluia.
- I'll see you later.
I'll put it on your charge.

You know, there's a possibility
she hasn't seen this yet.

I mean, maybe she just hasn't picked up
a paper. You know what I mean?

- Or not.
- Uh, Maggie.

Earl, you don't need an air conditioner.
You need an attic fan.

There's more
in the back, huh? Hey.

- What?
- So, Mag, you've seen this, huh?

Yes, I've seen it.

And it is the rudest,
most offensive...

joke anyone has ever played on me.

You guys! How long did this take you?
Where did you get it done?

You're both creeps, by the way.
I should dis-invite you.

Maggie, you told us
no bachelorette jokes, so we didn't.

Holy moley.

- Bag.
- She's going.
- Bag!
- She's gonna go!

Here's the bag. Breathe!

Ready, ready, ready, ready
Ready to run

All I'm ready to do
is have some fun

What's all this talk about

Love

And on the local front,
our town of Hale, Maryland...

is still buzzing about
the less-than-flattering article...

about their native daughter,
Maggie Carpenter.

Her bridal exploits were taken
to task by New York columnist
Ike Graham in USA Today.

Mr. Graham called her...

Dear Editor,
greetings from the sticks.

Perhaps you believe
that a rural education is focused...

mainly on hog-calling and tractor
maintenance rather than reading.

Why else would you print a piece
of fiction about me and call it fact?

I suppose Mr. Graham was too busy
thinking up slanderous statements...

about how I dump men for kicks
to bother with something silly
like accuracy in reporting...

which is understandable because
with a man-eater like me on the loose...

who has time to check facts?

- Hey, Frances. Lunch today?
- No, I'm going to the bank.

- Sure?
- Sorry, Ike.

- All right. Hey.
- Hey.

- I'm gonna put in a good word for you.
- No, that's okay.
Don't mention my name in there.

That's why I was surprised to find
Mr. Graham's editor was a woman.

Call me a sentimental fool,
but I sort of hoped we man-eaters
could stick together.

"Anyway, I'm just dropping you big city
folk this little note to say...

that I have thought of
a ritual sacrifice that would
satisfy my current appetite...

Ike Graham's column on a platter.

Yours Truly, Maggie Carpenter.

P.S., I have enclosed a list of
the gross factual misrepresentations
in your article.

There are 15."

Funny. I like her.
She's got spunk.

Ike, look, she sent us this list.

Our lawyers say it's actionable.

I left you four messages.
You don't return my calls.

So? I never returned your calls.
Even when we were married,
I didn't return your...

What's Fisher doing here, anyway?

Oh, Ellie asked me to come down
to offer moral support.

Since when does Ellie
need moral support?

It's for you, Ike.

- What? What?
- Journalism lesson number one:

If you fabricate your facts,
you get fired.

Lesson number two:
Never work for your former spouse.

That has nothing to do with it.

- You cooked this story up,
and you know it!
- I did not cook anything up!

- I had a source.
- Someone reliable?
Some booze hound in a bar?

Hey, hey, hey. Don't knock drunk guys
in bars. It means they're not driving.

Besides, I am a columnist. This is
what columnists are supposed to do.

It's what you like. We push;
we stretch; we, we go out on a limb.

- That's what makes me good.
- No, that's what makes you unemployed.

All right, let's consider
that, that my wrist has been slapped.

All right? There. Slap.
Slap. Go ahead. Just...

Slap my wrist. That's done.

Just give me a call when, you know, you
feel that I have served my time and...

move on.

This is permanent, Ike.

If you go quietly,
I'll get you severance pay.

I'm sorry, Ike.

- Bob? Honey?
- In the kitchen!

Honey, she canned him! Honey!

Bob, she canned him!

- Yea! What are you talking about?
- Okay, listen, listen!

- It's in the paper!
- Okay, come on. Try this on first.

- Okay.
- All right.
- But I want to read it to you,
so come over this way.

- Okay.
- Okay. Ready?
- Yeah.

"Dear Maggie Carpenter, I apologize
to you for this unfortunate matter..."

Here it is.
Um, "Ike Graham's column...

will no longer
be appearing in this paper.

Best of luck
in your upcoming marriage."

Okay, okay. This is the weight
of the pack you'll be carrying
in the Himalayas.

- Okay.
- You let me know if it's too heavy.
- Okay.

- We'll adjust...
- A little, yeah.

Yeah, a little heavy, baby.

Yeah, hi, it's me.
Leave a message after the beep.

If you want to leave a fax,
buy me a fax machine.

Ike? Fisher. Get up.

I can turn this runaway bride
story around.

I'm doing a photo spread for G.Q.
today by the conveyor belt.

Meet me.
I'll save your tush.

And since I do freelance stuff for G.Q.,
now I have an idea. You see...

- What are you saying?
- Vindication. How would you like some?

A chance to prove that although
your story wasn't entirely factual...

your theory was correct.

- The real story of Miss Carpenter?
- All the gory details.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

And if she runs again,
you got a cover story.

Oh-oh, here she comes

Watch out, boy
She'll chew you up

Oh-oh, here she comes

She's a man-eater

Oh-oh, here she comes

Watch out, boy
She'll chew you up

Oh-oh, here she comes

She's a man-eater

She'll only come out at night

The lean and hungry type

Nothing is new
I've seen her here before

Watching and waiting

Ooh, she's sitting with you
but her eyes are on the door

I wouldn't if I were you

I know what she can do
She's deadly, man

She could really
rip your world apart

Mind over matter

Ooh, the beauty is there
but a beast is in the heart

There you go.
Right upstairs to the left.

- Thanks. How late's the restaurant open?
- 8:30 every night.

That late, huh?

Cindy, can you 86 Sprout?

He's licking up all the petroleum
distillates I'm trying to put in.

Oh, sorry.
She's an obedience school dropout.

Have a seat?

Thank you. See ya, ladies and gentlemen,
in the hotel on the weekend.

- Yeah.
- Come on, Dad. Hurry up.

Dad, hurry up!

You're a goddess.
You're a goddess!

Shazam, I think I'm in Mayberry.

I didn't even have to change the gasket.
I just put in some new hydraulic fluid.

Stop it. When you talk like that,
it turns me on and frightens me.

- Oh, you turn a girl's head.
- Whoa!

Excuse me. Hello?

Excuse me. Hello?

Hello. Excuse me. Uh, could you he...
I'm, I'm looking for Maggie Carpenter.

There was a, uh, a-a note on the door
of the hardware store across the street.

- Are you a reporter?
- What?

It's just been our experience
that anyone...

who comes in here
with tassels on his loafers...

is a big-city reporter wanting to do
an interview with Maggie.

Mm-hmm.
About her upcoming wedding and all.

Actually, about her getting
that asshole from New York fired.

I am just such a reporter.
And who are you?

- Peggy Flemming. Not the ice-skater.
- Oh.

- Come in, come in, come in.
- Oh, thank you. And who are
these lovely ladies?

- Hi. I'm Cindy,
Maggie's unmarried cousin.
- Hello.

Mrs. Pressman.
No relation. Oh, sorry.

- Uh-huh.
- And you are?

Looking for Maggie.

Maggie, someone to see you.

I hope you've got a new angle, because
it's all pretty much been covered.

Hold on. No one interviews Maggie
in here without a haircut.

Sorry. No. Just got one.

Excuse me, sir. I have a fact for you.
It's an actual fact.

Yes, Mrs. Pressman?

You know, this is actually her fourth
wedding, not her seventh like they said.

I know. But tell me something.
Do you think...

Think she's gonna make it
all the way this time?

I don't know.

She swallowed her gum.
She does that.

Mr. Shillian, he runs the newsstand.
He's also our local bookie, you know?

- Ah, yes, yes.
- He's giving eight-to-one odds
that she won't.

- Okay.
- Instead of, of a haircut,
how about a wash?

Get all that city grit
out of your hair.

- You'll answer my questions?
- Mm-hmm.

Fine. You wash, I'll ask.

- So.
- I thought it was a very good idea.
- What do you want to know?

- Uh, when's the big day?
- A week from Sunday.

Let's just put this,
um, up here like this.

- Because this aromatherapy
can get a little strong.
- Okay. All right.

- The lavender...
We don't want to put you to sleep.
- Mmm. You nervous?

No. I've never been more certain
of anything in my life...

except I've been having
all kinds of weird dreams.

- Uh-huh. Would you like
to tell me about 'em?
- Uh, yeah, sure.

- And another one...
- Hey, Pete, I'll be right with ya.

I-I-I go inside the church,
and everyone I know is there.

- And the creepiest part is
I look down at my dress...
- Mm-hmm.

and it's red.

I don't know what that means.
Red is not my color!

What do you think?

- I think you'd look good in red.
- No, no.

She means, about your hair.

My jacket, please.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir. Do you know
where I can get some shampoo?

- Some strong shampoo.
- Doc's Pharmacy. Third and Elm.

- Thanks.
- Uh, tell 'em Pete sent you.
Uh, you want my hat?

No. No, I'm fine.
You might need it.

Mr. Graham, if you're looking
for Elm Street, it's that way.

- Thank you.
- You know, if you came down here
in the pursuit of happiness...

you might as well go back,
because you can't make me feel bad.

Look, I'm not trying to make you
feel bad. I'm here for vindication.

In my heart,
I feel I'm right about you.

You got me fired, lady.

You destroyed my reputation,
and you screwed up my hair.

You chew up men,
spit 'em out and love it.

You're gonna do the same thing
to this poor schmuck number four...

that you did
to the previous three.

You're gonna run again,
and I'm not leaving until you do.

I'd love to stay and chat,
but I still have my job.

Hey, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- I'll give you ten bucks for the hat.
- Sure.

That's right.

Hey.

I'm tellin' you,
that is a photo opportunity.

You know, when I only see one dog,
I know I've had too much to drink.

Hey, you'll never guess...

who came crawling into town
with his tail between his legs.

Who? Hello, Maggie.

I just came over
to apologize to your family.

You know,
when I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

I pushed a story.
I-I made a mistake.

In other words, he's only human.
And he brought us a bottle of wine.

- They made me put my hat back on.
- Yeah. Scared the hell out of Skipper.

- You've gotta be kidding me.
- No, no. You should've seen
Skipper. He's like...

Skipper goes...

Like that.

- It wasn't that funny.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, actually it's been quite amusing.
Walter here has been sharing...

his father-of-the-bride
wedding memories.

You know what?

I think I'll take this
to the kitchen.

I'll help you bring it
into the kitchen.

- Check on the crabs, Bob.
- Okay.

- Is he staying for dinner?
- Well, I don't know. I mean...

I hope they don't have a fight in there.
You don't think they'd
call it off, do you?

Wedding cake freezes.
This we know.

You know, your daughter is such a...

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, that's all right, Grammy.

Tha-That's fine. That's fine.
She's such a lovely girl.

Yeah. Well,
like her mother. Look.

May she rest in peace.

We were all so proud of Maggie
when she was in school.

She won that American Legion
scholarship to college.

She studied industrial design.

I can't see her leaving multiple grooms
in the dust like that.

Oh, yes, you can.
She's got it all on tape.

- Tape?
- Yeah, they're, they're all right there.

- You got tapes of the wedding?
- Yeah, well, Lee at the hotel
videos weddings.

- Oh.
- Of course, Maggie didn't know she was
gonna be runnin' the hundred-yard dash.

I gotta say this for my daughter:
She makes real good time.

- Bingo!
- Maggie may not be Hale's
longest-running joke...

but she is certainly the fastest.

You know, Maggie's mom and I
were only blessed with one child.

- Not for a lack of trying.
- Oh, this is good, Dad.
Don't leave anything out.

I frankly consider it a bonus...

that I'm actually able to plan
and, uh, pay for so many weddings.

Not this one.
This one's on me.

Ohhh, that's fair.

I don't do it on purpose,
despite what you may think...

and I have no intention
of doing it again.

- That's right, Maggie.
Just keep your eye on the ball.
- Mm-hmm.

Sports psychology.

Bob is the, um, head of the
P.E. department at the high school...

and he coaches the football team,
and he's climbed Everest.

- Everest?
- Twice.

- This true?
- Without oxygen.

- My girl, she likes to brag about me.
- I do.

Maggie's training
for our wedding night.

I'm taking her trekking
on Anapurna for our honeymoon.

- Oh, how romantic!
- We think so.

Nothing like sharing your nuptial bed
with two sherpas and a yak.

Hey, Ike. How's it goin'?

You won't believe what I'm looking at
here. I got a video...

of all three train wrecks.

Here's my bride who's my pride.

I'll never hide
when she's by my side.

This is for you, Maggie,
my sugar magnolia.

Do you want the truth?
You want the facts?

I got 'em.

Yeah, I'll send you
a copy of the notes.

Good weekend reading for you.
Yeah, bye.

And, uh, love to Ellie.
Okay, bye.

Sweet blossom
Come on under the willow

We can have high times
if you'll abide

We can discover
the wonders of nature

Rolling in the bushes
down by the riverside

She's got everything delightful

She's got everything I need

Takes the wheel
when I'm seein' double

Pays my ticket when I speed

Okay, Preacher man, let's go.

- Uh-oh.
- Maggie? Maggie, where, where you goin'?

- Sam!
- Maggie?
- Sam, quick. Get back on the bike.

- Get back on the bike.
- Okay, but how was the wedding?
- Shorter than we planned. Just go.

Okay. Peace, baby!

- Where is she goin'?
- Look, she's leaving.

- Where's she goin'?
- She forgot her purse.

No, she didn't forget her purse.

Well, go after her!
Do something!

I don't believe it.

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today...

Uh, could we hold
the horse, please?

What's wrong with the horse?

The horse seems
more jittery than the bride.

I like the, uh, white tuxedo.

Yeah, but he's no good,
'cause he's too blond.

All right. Well, then, we just go
with something very traditional.

- He's handsome.
- Yeah.

Maybe a little too dark for Bob.

Yeah, but he's got
the Bobster's eyes.

No. No, no, no.
No, Bobster's eyes, closer set.

- Yeah. Hello.
- Oh, hi.
- Oh, hi.

- Hi. Uh, could I have
two cups of coffee?
- Yes.

And... Mmm!
What is that wonderful smell?

Th-Th... Oh, the cinnamon rolls.

- Could I have two of those also?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.

Okay. Uh, Maggie,
I think this makes the best you.

- Okay.
- Oh, let's see.

Oh, look at that. Excuse me.

Ohhh, look at that.

Oh! Ow! Ow! Help me! Help me!

Yep, that'd be her.

- You must be that Mr. Graham fellow.
- Yes, I am. And you are?

- I'm Betty Trout.
- Hi, Betty!

- Okay. I guess you'll be
the one making the cake.
- Yes.

- Yeah.
- I am.

- Sure.
- And, and I'm also told that...
- Uh... Oh.

- that you will, you will be throwing a...
- I'm throwing the luau for Maggie.

- Yeah.
- A pre-wedding luau.

So if you're still in town,
you should stop by.

No. No, he doesn't want to come.

I'd love to come.

- I will be there. Thank you so much.
- Is that what you're gonna do now?

Are you just gonna follow me
around everywhere I go?

No. I'll be back, Betty.

- Bye, Mr. Graham.
- He's not a nice person.

- Oh, uh, well, I know.
- That's my pick. The eyes are perfect.

We always win! We never fail!

We're the Comets,
so go to Hale!

Let's go, Comets! Let's go!

Let's go, Comets! Let's go!

- Hi, Miss Carpenter.
- Hey, Kendall.

Maggie, don't marry Coach.
Marry me.

- I love you.
- You're jailbait, Dennis.

Go away. Go away!
Run your laps! Go! Go, go!

Drive! Drive! Drive!
Drive from the hips! From the hips!

Keep it low, men! Keep it low!

Good job, gentlemen! Good job.
All right, special teams! Special teams!

Hey, honey. How are you?

Good. What is he up to now?

Ah, Ike just dropped by
to check out the team.

- Oh.
- And to talk about you.
- Aw!

- Yes!
- You aren't making friends
with this man, are you?

Aw, honey, I'm just,
I'm just bragging about...

how good you are and how
I'm the luckiest man alive.

- Mm-hmm!
- Sweet.

Well, I better be moving.
Got a lot of work to do today.

- All right.
- See you two lovebirds later.
- See you at the weddin'.

Yeah. Thanks for
the jacket, Coach.

- You invited him to the wedding?
- Go, go, Comets! Let's go!
Go, go, Comets!

- Let's go!
- Don't you realize that he's
writing another article about me?

Well, sure, I do,
but you're not runnin'.

Come on. Give me some
of that homemade sunshine.

Boys! Take my princess
for a ride on her chariot.

Oh, my God! Oh, my...

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

My last confession was...
Oh... Anyway.

I have sort of
a technical question.

I've been having bad thoughts.

Really bad thoughts.

- Of an impure nature?
- No, no. Uh...

I want to destroy this man's
life, career, everything.

I want revenge.

Now, on the sin scale,
how bad is that?

Can I "Hail Mary"
my way out of that?

- My child, any sin in one's heart is...
- The name is Maggie.

It was this side of ten years ago
you had your tongue down my throat.

So don't "my child" me, Brian, okay?
It annoys me.

- Look, look, Mag. Don't get so upset.
- You watch it! Hey, hey!

Don't... Hey, Brian,
talk to me! Brian!

- I need to talk to you!
- Maggie. Maggie. Maggie.
- Oh. Oh.

- You're not even Catholic,
so you really shouldn't be here.
- I'm-I'm sorry.

I'm just, I'm just so stressed out about
this slimeball reporter being in town...

and I wanted to come and tell you
that he might stop by here...

and ask you all kinds
of ridiculous questions.

Well, he only actually
asked me one ridiculous question,
and the rest really weren't so bad.

What? Oh, you talked to him?

Oh, did you tell him that we dated
before you were a priest?

Of course. But, you know,
I think I only did you good.

W-W-What exactly did he ask?

- I...
- Am I too late, Father?
- No, no.

- It won't take long. Just two minutes.
- Okay, yeah.

Um, just respectful things.

Uh, what kind of music did you like?
What did we have in common back then?

Did you ruin my life
when you left me at the altar?

Oh. What did you say?

I said, you know,
"How could I be angry...

when this is clearly as God
intended for it to be for me?"

Good one! Thanks.

But actually it's-it's really,
really how I feel.

Of course. God, yes.
Not God.

Uh, I'm sorry.
I better go.

The man is a lunatic, but I think
I know exactly where he's going next.

God bless.

Oh, my purse.
I forgot my purse.

Um, hi. Thanks. Sorry.

Purse. Good luck.

Uh, what was the one
ridiculous question that he asked?

Oh, he wanted to know
how you liked your eggs?

Oh. Weird. Like a person's
gonna remember after all this time.

Scrambled with salt,
pepper and dill. Same as me.

I'm sorry I hurt you, Brian.

Maggie, I-I'm happy now here.
It's where I'm supposed to be.

But if you ever do decide
to become a Catholic...

will you do me this favor...
confess to Father Patrick?

Of course.

- Gill? Lydia?
- Mags!

Hey, look! The tape!

Remember, Radio City
Music Hall concert...

when Jerry was on Ripple and I'm
going like, "Dude, let me jam!"

- Yeah! I'll, I'll play it for you.
- Uh, Gill, listen. Um...

- You remember, Maggie. You were there.
- Can you focus on me?

There's this reporter
who's making my life a living hell.

- Okay.
- And whatever you do...

do not show him that picture of me
from the concert in San Francisco.

Okay? Can you...

- What is that?
- Um...

- Huh?
- Wait. San Francisco. Wait.

But we went there a few times.
There's a lot of pictures.

Which picture? Because one time
we had a flat tire, you remember?

- Then we switched...
- Imagine, Maggie Carpenter...

topless in a public arena.

I see it was a very chilly evening.
Mm-hmm.

You son of a...

You know, what's really
interesting about this, though,
is that you can't see...

that rose tattoo on your back.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh, Ike bet me
50 bucks you don't still have it.

I said, "You're on, man!
Maggie loved that thing."

And, Maggie, seriously,
I mean, I-I could use 50 bucks.

- Mm-hmm.
- Maggie.

Just...

Uh, look, I'm not gonna show
you guys anything.

I-I am a soon-to-be-married woman,
so just give me the photograph.

I would love to give you this.
Believe me, I would.

Just give us a quick gander
at that rose...

and I'll gladly
turn it over to you.

Fine. Heh. Fine, okay? Fine.

Okay? All right? Satisfied?

Completely.

- Maggie, you got it removed?
- Gill.

Gill, I'll go you double or nothing
it was a stick-on.

Maggie?

Gill, I am, uh, really...

really afraid of needles.

- But that doesn't make me
a bad person. I just...
- Look.

Look. Look!

- I think this man is heartbroken.
- No, he's not.

I think I am.

No, you're, you're, you're not. You
have your guitar, and you have Lydia.

You're not...

We'll talk about this
later, okay?

Hey, Ike?

- What would Jerry do?
- He'd play.

- Jerry would play.
- He would play.

Wow, there's Ike with the mayor
and the police chief.

Boy, he sure makes friends easy.
That's pretty cool.

- Oh, yeah! Excellent!
- Yeah! All right!

- Hey, you're that reporter, right?
- Yeah.

There he is again.
Snoop Doggy Dogg.

- I'm going to marry Maggie someday.
- Oh, really?

He's an attractive man.

The vicious reporter is attractive?

- Well...
- You're saying viciousness
is attractive to you?

- No, I'm not saying
viciousness is attractive.
- That's very telling.

- Do you think that...
Oh, okay, he's coming.
- Okay, I'll go...

No, no, no, no, no, no!
Don't! Don't leave. Don't leave.
Uh, okay, act natural.

- Okay.
- Um, he can probably read lips.

Hey, the famous Swenson triplets.
Give me 15. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well done.

- I will handle this.
- Don't move your lips. Okay? Keep going.

- I will handle this.
- Okay.

- I won't say anything. I'll handle it.
- Okay. Okay, good.

Yeah, Cory!

- Hey, Peggy Flemming.
- Hey.

- Not the ice-skater.
- Hey, that's Maggie's seat.

Yeah, so this must be
her beer too. Mmm.

- Hey!
- Hey, sweetie!

- Is this your husband out here?
- Yeah.
- This is Cory?

Cory Flemming? Uh, he's a, uh,
radio announcer here, isn't he?

Yeah, that's right. Have you heard
his morning show, Wake Up With Flem?

- Not yet.
- Now up, Atlantic Hotel's
Lee Thistlehorn.

- He actually made
the all-stars in high school.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- God, you must be very proud of him.

Well, I didn't really
know him back then.

- I mean, he was actually
dating Maggie...
- Grab me a soda!

at the time. I mean...

He... He-He never really...

I mean, they were never
gonna get engaged or anything.

- No, no.
- I mean, he just...
it was just like, you know...

sometimes he'd all her "Magpie,"
and it was really irritating.

- Magpie?
- But it...

- I don't know why I'm telling you this.
- No, i-it's good. This is good.

- He's stealing third!
- Yes!

Excellent!

Yes! Yes! Whoo!

Safe!

I love it!

- Yea!
- Good one!
- Magpie!

- Just...
- Excellent!

It's nice that, um,
they're still friends.

Yeah, I mean, that was
just a long time ago.

- Yeah.
- And, you know, it's just...

So, excuse me.

- You all right?
- Yeah.
- That makes it Alumni: 9...

Hale Students: 8.

- Hey, Peggy!
- Hey!

Cookies for today's game
were donated by Betty Trout.

Now up for the Comets,
George Hill.

You have been here, what, like
three minutes? What did you do to her?

- What?
- You can just turn that finger around.

- Excuse me?
- Pfft, pfft! Oh, Cory, Cory, Cory!

Bam, bam, bam, bam!
What is that? What is this about?

You know what? We have all
been friends our entire lives.

A type of relationship that
you obviously don't understand.

Look, I'm not the only one
who does not understand.

The U.S.S. Maggie
leaves quite a wake.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, yeah!

Pot-stirrer man.

Cory Flemming to Lee Vendelhorn,
to shortstop...

- John Glen.
- Lee! All right!

That's cheering.
I'm cheering normal.

Cheer normal.

- Good morning, Peggy!
- Good morning.

Do you think I flirt with Cory?

Good morning to you too.
You look good.

Thank you.
Do you think I flirt with Cory?

- Yes.
- I don't mean to.

I know. I think sometimes
you just sort of...

spaz out with excess
flirtatious energy...

and it just lands
on anything male that moves.

"Anything male that moves"?

As opposed to anything male
that doesn't?

Well, like certain kinds of coral.

- I'm definitely gonna
have to kill myself today.
- Why?

Because you think I'm all like,
"Hey, man, check me out!"

No, I don't.
I think you're like...

"I'm charming and mysterious in a way
that even I don't understand...

and something about me is crying out
for protection from a big man like you."

It's very hard to compete with,
especially as...

married women
who've lost our mystery.

Lost... You have...
You are totally mysterious!

No. I'm weird.

Weird and mysterious
are two very different things.

- I'm weird.
- No. You're quirky.

Quirky and weird
are two very different things.

Peggy, I think there is
a distinct possibility...

that I am profoundly
and irreversibly screwed up.

Despite that, I love you...

and I promise to
no longer flirt with Cory.

Maggie, I'm not worried
about you and Cory...

or, or, or me and Cory...

or, or you being
irreversibly screwed up.

Maggie, you've been like this
since we were kids...

and all I'm thinkin' is,
now that you're aware of it...

and that it hurts
people's feelings sometimes...

maybe it's time to get on with life
and commit to someone of your own...

like Bob, if he's the one.

I know.

Is there anything I can do
to make it up to you?

Well, there's always...

the thing that brings
warmth to my heart...

and that is
duck-billed platypus.

Uh, duck-billed... That is only funny
in, like, C-Camp Birchwood on a...

- Just do it. Do it.
- trip with the tent...

and my leg as the pole,
and it's raining and...

- You know, that's
the only time that's funny.
- Let's just see.

- That's so humiliating.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Farewell, ladies

Farewell, ladies
We're going to leave you now

Merrily we roll along
Roll along, roll along

- Merrily we roll along
- Lee. Hey, wake up! Hey!

- Hello!
- Hey. Hi. Give me the key
to the reporter's room.

- I'm gonna snoop around a little bit.
Come on, quick. Quick.
- Okay, okay.

- Second floor.
- Thank you.

- Don't take anything big!
- Okay.

Hopefully his favorite.

You know, my theory is
that she's always running...

because she gets negative attention,
and negative attention is attention.

You know, like when women whack you
on the street because of your column.

- That's negative attention.
- We're talking about her
negative attention, not mine.

"How does she get all those guys to
propose? She's not that beautiful."

Bite me, paperboy.

Oh! Hey! Hey!

- Hi, Ike.
- Hey, Ralph.

You put your shoes out at night,
and they're real shiny in the morning.

- Sometimes they don't bring 'em back.
- Hmm, why take a chance?

Good night.

All right, I know you're
in there! I saw you...

You realize you're messing
with the First Amendment now.

Come on, open up.

Come on.

I think we should have
a very serious discussion about
why you are such a pain in the ass!

Now, come on! Open the door!
All right, I'm coming in.

I'm coming through.
This is your last chance. Here I come!

Here I come!
Here I come!

All right. Hey!

All right. Breaking and entering.
That's a felony!

- I'm calling the sheriff.
- Oh, you know what? You do that.

And can you remind him that
he's bringing the wine to the luau?

Save me a call. Thanks.

Hey, Ike, does your friend
have a sister?

Wait for the original.
She'll be available in a week.

Freeze! Oh!
Hold onto those covers.

I didn't come here
to see Ike, Junior.

I take it the desk clerk is
one of your many admirers.

So, your notes made for, um,
interesting reading.

- What's your point?
- My point is, once again
you're getting it all wrong.

And that's not going to improve
your reputation, and it's not
very flattering to me, either.

So, I decided...

that I would help you
write the truth.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm. Oh.

I've decided to cooperate
and let you interview me...

for a thousand bucks.

I want a big wedding
and a killer dress, and for a grand...

I will answer all your questions
and let you follow me around.

The magazine does not
spend money for stories.

- It's not what you would call ethical.
- Oh.

No, I meant you.
I figured you probably got...

severance or expenses or both.

I'm guessing that
you're writing on spec.

And with a first-person interview,
you might actually sell that thing.

- Too much.
- Seven-fifty.

- Five hundred.
- Six-fifty.

Done.

Is that supposed to be
like a joke or something?

- I know what you're whistling. Hello.
- Hi.

This is a birthday present
for my cousin.

That's great.

Wonderful stuff.
All these found industrial parts.

And a lamp tree?

That's great. Is this...
that your preferred logo?

- I think so.
- It's nice.

The whole thing is great. I think...
Look, I-I think you could sell
these lamps in New York.

- Maybe someday. Hmm.
- You afraid to try?

No. No, no, I'm not afraid.
Just someday.

This is Brian.

Ohhh, Father Brian.

- And Gill's, of course.
- Gill, yeah!

And George.

He proposed at a butterfly farm
in St. Thomas.

The ring was inside a cocoon.

Mmm, a little too Silence of the Lambs
for my taste, but...

Well, he's an entomologist.
I thought it was very unique.

- And finally, Bob.
- Mm-hmm.

He proposed during
the seventh-inning stretch...

at an Oriole game.

Wait, wait, wait!
Don't tell me.

The scoreboard lit up
with "Marry me, Maggie!"

It was one of the most wonderful
moments of my life.

I don't know. Highly suspect.

What do you mean?
It was incredibly romantic.

Look, maybe it's just me, but...

you know, if you gotta dress it up
like that, it just doesn't ring true.

No, I... I think the most...

that anybody
can honestly say is...

"Look, I guarantee
there'll be tough times.

I guarantee that at some point...

one or both of us is gonna want
to get out of this thing.

But I also guarantee that
if I don't ask you to be mine...

I'll regret it
the rest of my life...

'cause I know, in my heart...

you're the only one for me."

I like it.

I'd like it better on a scoreboard.

So, is that what you said when
you asked your wife to marry you?

Well, don't look so surprised.
You got "divorce" written all over you.

I'm a work in progress.

So, is that what you said to her?

No, I think I said something
very eloquent, like...

"So, um, maybe you and I
should, you know...

What do you think? Huh?"

Now, that's romantic.

And with a proposal like that,
you didn't find eternal bliss?

What went wrong?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

No.

Maybe you should ask her sometime.
You ever thought of that?

Even with everything that's happened,
I have still never been married...

and I still deserve
a beautiful dress.

- Mrs. Whittenmeyer?
- Where are you going?

- Oh, hi, Polly.
- Oh, hi, Maggie.

You'll have to excuse her. Some of
the children are afraid of you...

since you dragged
that little boy up the aisle.

Drag... No, I didn't... I didn't...
No, he tripped on his own shoelaces.

You've come for your dress.
Good. It's in the back.

- I'll get it.
- Oh, actually, Mrs. Whittenmeyer...

I decided that
I want to get this dress.

Oh. Well, the one you have
on hold is lovely, dear.

No, I know. But I've just...
I've changed my mind.

This is $1,000.

And I have $1,000.

Uh, the other one
is only 300, dear.

Uh, um...

is that dress for sale?

It's just a lot of money to spend
on one of your dresses, Maggie.

After all, you only wear them
for about ten minutes or so.

Um, yeah, yeah.
I guess that's true.

Uh, the other dress is, is nice.

- Mrs. Whitten... Whittenheimer?
- Meyer.

Whittenmeyer.
Can I talk to you just for a second?

Come here. Look, I don't know much
about this kind of thing.

I'm from out of town.
But you're a salesperson, right?

I mean, you're, you're, you're here
to sell wedding dresses.

- Well, I have been here 30 years.
- Perfect!

Because Miss Carpenter
is here to buy one.

Ah, but not just any one.
She wants that one!

- It's a thousand dollars.
- Uh, listen, Aunt Bee...

uh, verbal communication
was never perfect for me.

Let's try visual, all right?

We're buying the dress.

Now, we'll have
this nice, beautiful dress.

And anything else she wants,
it's hers, okay? All right?

What do you think?

You look...

- You look fine.
- Fine?

You're reading your newspaper
upside-down. That's gotta be
better than fine.

Yeah.

Hey, come on now. Admire me. Get the
whole picture. All right? Picture it.

I'm gonna have my hair up somehow.
I don't know. Maybe with a little...
in the back or...

And my favorite feature...

is that it kind of swishes
like a bell when I move.

Ding. Ding.

Ding. Ding.

It works.
Bob will be very happy.

Oh, Bob! Oh, we, uh, we gotta go!
We gotta go... We gotta go meet Bob!

Oh, geez, yeah, I'm goin'
to the luau. I never miss it.

- You know, the barbershop quartet...
- Mrs. Pressman?

- We're ready to order here, I think.
- Uh, I'm all out of
the special because...

That's all right. I'm gonna have
the garden omelet, egg whites only.

Mmm, that sounds good.
I'll have the same.

- Of course.
- What is that?

I can't even order eggs
without sarcasm from you?

- Hey, neutral corners, huh?
You're on the same team now.
- What is that sound?

- Have some water.
- Penalty box.
- What is it?

- Fur ball or... Oh!
- Penalty box. Penalty box, hmm?

Ike, Maggie is the sweetest person
you're ever gonna meet...

but she focuses too much,
you know, out there.

She needs to start focusing
more in here.

I mean, that's why
I think she's had, uh...

but she focuses too much,
you know, out there.

She needs to start focusing
more in here.

I mean, that's why
I think she's had, uh...

whatever you wanna call it...
problems in the past.

And that's what
we're working on. Focus.

Focus. F-Focus on Maggie.
Focus on Maggie.

- Mm-hmm.
- Focus on Bob. Focus on Bob.

And I've been runnin' Maggie
through these visualization exercises.

All the sports shrinks,
uh, use this head stuff.

Uh, visualize the end zone.

Visualize that hole in one.

Tell me, when you get to the altar,
will you spike the bouquet?

- Okay, you know what...
- Well, I'm off.

A reporter's work is never done.

See you later.
Bye, Mrs. Pressman. Thank you.

I'm gonna go focus on your eggs, Bob.

I'm glad you're here.
I wanted to try to explain.

There are reasons why there have been
three weddings and no "I do's."

Oh, you can't believe
how much cake we got stuck with.

It's a wonder
I don't weigh 300 pounds.

And then, her father bought
all that booze that nobody drank.

- But he didn't mind that, I...
- Hi, Grandma.

Hi, Netta.

Grammy here was giving me the skinny
on why you run from marital bliss.

Right. Netta,
cover up your ears.

It's not that she's
afraid of the wedding.

- She's afraid of the wedding night!
- Mmm!

Innocent girls are terrified
of the one-eyed snake.

Why, when I was a virgin bride...

I took a knitting needle
to bed with me.

Uh, Grandma...

I charmed the one-eyed snake
a while ago.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

Well, I'll tell you one thing. Your
grandpa never forgot that wedding night.

Netta, you can take
your hands down.

- The tea's cold.
- Good.

Can you excuse us for a minute?
May I have a word with you, please?

Oh. Bye, Netta.

Bye. Thanks, Grammy.

Uh, I found this, and I didn't know
if it was something interesting.

Oh, my. This is Miles Davis!

Oh, I was cleaning out the attic,
and it was...

This is amaz... This is very hard
to find in good condition.

You hold on to this.
This is incredible.

- Why don't you take it? Hmm?
- Huh?

Take it.

Okay, figuring out
what kind of music I like...

finding me a rare album...
not trying to butter me up, are you?

I was cleaning out the attic...

not attempting the impossible.

I smell trouble.

This is Cory Flemming,
and I'll be featuring the music...

of "Denise and The Nephews"
tomorrow morning on "Wake Up With Fle..."

What have we got here?

Come on, big guy.

Oh! Here. On our feet.
There we go. Let's go!

Let's go, big guy. Yeah.

I haven't had any fun
since you got your driver's license.

Well, let me give you a tip. I haven't
been having a whole lot of fun either.

- Steady.
- Good boy, Porthole.

- His name's Skipper, Dad.
- I changed it.

Ah. Okay, step.

Ah, I'll be back later, Travis.

That guy Travis really has a problem.

- Mm. Okay. Here we are.
- I'll ge... I'll get it.

Okay. Steady.

Now, I'm gonna...
You're gonna lean. I'm gonna push.

Good daughters let
their fathers pass out.

Hey, Walter. Right down there.

I-I... Please, please,
don't write anything about...

No, forget about it.
Don't... Don't even think about it.

I'm just so tired
of this whole scene.

Why don't you just let him
sleep it off here in the truck?

Come for a ride with me,
and come back for him later.

Okay.

Today we took a walk

Up the street and picked a flower

And climbed the hill above the lake

Well, he's been drinking more and more
since my mom passed away.

So, that's when you quit school
to come back here?

Yeah, I had to come
run the store for my dad.

Well, my dad had
a small printing business.

He wanted me to become
a classical musician.

My mother wanted me
to be a novelist.

They were 0 for 2.

More? So, I, um...

I became a reporter.

Not quite a novelist,
but as we all know...

journalism is literature in a hurry.

And I never saw blue like that

Before

Across the sky

What? What? What is this?

What kind of gas
did you put in here? Diesel?

I don't know.
The pump closest to the car.

Whoa!

This car takes unleaded.
Your filter is clogged.

- Can you fix it?
- I'm gonna need to get some tools.

Oh, good.

Kind of isolated here.

Yeah, it's nice.

Well, if there's one thing
us New Yorkers know how to do...

that's hail a cab!

If there's no cab, we walk.

Uh, well...
if we saved a battery here...

um, there's a place
just down the way.

We country girls cut across the field.
It's quicker.

Oh! Be careful of, um, snakes.

- What?
- Snakes.

- I don't like snakes.
- Walk nice. They won't get ya.

- Come on, come on. Come on. Come on!
- What are you... What are you doing?

Snake dance?

I'm scaring the snakes.

- You're scaring me.
- I'm scaring myself.

Do you think there's
one right person for everybody?

No, but I think attraction
is too often mistaken for rightness.

You know, attraction's
very misleading. It's, uh...

Yes, it is.
And it doesn't mean anything.

- No. No, no. No, no.
- Give me your arm.

It means...

I, uh, suddenly forgot
how to climb a fence.

- Tools.
- Tools. Yeah.

Lionel? Do you have tools?

Hey, Maggie. What are you gonna do,
bust out of another wedding?

Sure are well known 'round here.

No, no, no. No, Fish.
It's almost done. I swear. I swear.

This story's taken
a very interesting turn.

I, I got one more interview
to do, up in New York.

- I-I'll see you there later.
- From my head, to my heart

Kiss and find a way
They're so far apart

You could have told me
that you were fianc� number three.

And end up in the papers?

I've been humiliated enough already
to last a lifetime, thank you.

I was traveling around studying...

the reproductive
and migratory patterns of locusts...

when Maggie met me.

So, tell me, George,
why do you think she ran?

Just like you said.
What did you call her? A man-eater?

"Devouring death goddess,"
all right?

That's what I said.
I don't think that's why she ran.

- Oh, why do you think she ran?
- I don't know. I'm workin' on it.

- I was on the wrong track.
- Are you... Are you defending her?

N-No! No, I, I call it like I see it,
that's all. I'm a journalist.

- I'm a truth-teller.
- Unbelievable!

- What?
- She got to you too.

- Like a moth to a flame.
- Please!

- Join the club.
- What are you talking about?

I think that you need this
much more than I do.

I am a journalist.
I'm doing an article...

Look, see? See, I'm being paid.
This will be published.

It's a cover story.
I will tell the...

You will get all the facts,
in the article.

Do you know what kind
of eggs she liked?

Poached. Same as me.

Lost inside of you

That's what hurts

An overpriced apartment and
Chinese takeout. That's New York living.

Fisher, don't forget
the fortune cookies.

Oh, I already read the fortune.
Y-You don't want to know.

Oh, he makes me crazy.

Hostility is a very important part
of your foreplay, isn't it?

Well, it takes three people
to make our marriage work:

him, me and our therapist.

Ellie, what went wrong?

With us.
With the two of us, I mean.

You know, it's been...
been a long time.

But do you remember?

Y-Yeah. Do I remember?

Of course I do.

Is that what...
Did I do the same...

Is that what happened?
Did I just not see you?

No. No, you didn't.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Ellie.

I'm sorry, too, Ike.

Wow. That only took us
12 years to say.

Okay. I saw that, you cad.

You asked for it, you got it.
Here you go. My dear.

There you are. Get your fortune.
Let me see one.

All right, Confucius say...

"Man who leave wife alone with
ex-husband may leave altogether."

Uh-huh.

- Lights are scary.
- Hope it's better than last year.

- Or the last ten years.
- Wow.

Let's have a hand for
our fabulous hula dancers.

There they are. King and queen.

Walter, I'm thinking about
going back to my maiden name.

Can you still remember it?

I'm not... It's not... You know...

It's just I haven't
seen him in 24 hours...

and I would feel better...

if I knew where he was, you see?

In a little grass shack
in Kealakekua, Hawaii

Welcome to our annual luau.
What can I get you?

Aloha, Mr. Trout. Uh...

Have you got something
without a toy in it?

All right.

- Get down, sweetheart.
- The next three.

Yeah?

Oh, I'm hearing it. Here.

Aloha.

That's a very fetching
headdress you're wearing.

Where did...
Where did you disappear to?

Missed me bad, huh?

And we have
our winner right here!

Yeah! Oh, all right, Bob.

Well, it's chow time
here on the islands...

and we Trouts have prepared
our traditional feast: "Shrimp Trout."

So, let's all, uh,
meet over at the tables.

You're not allergic
to shrimp, are you?

- Mm-mm. No.
- Oh. Pity.

Attention!
Pay attention to Walter.

Listen closely. He slurs.

In the tradition that has,
uh, grown over the years...

it is now toast time.

First up, our host, Lou...
a honey of a beekeeper... Trout.

May the groom's heart
be filled with hope...

and the bride's feet
filled with lead.

- That was good.
- May the pitter-patter
of little feet not be Maggie's.

Amen to that.

May the gifts be returnable.

- I took mine back.
- You know the old saying.

Uh, "you're not losing a daughter"?
Well, I'd like to!

Maggie may not be Hale's
longest-running joke...

but she is certainly
the fastest!

Good one, Dad.

Uncle Walter, maybe Mr. Graham...

Ah! Here we are. Would you
like to say something, Mr. Graham?

Yeah, just a minute. Just a minute.
I don't know yet. You okay?

Come on, Ike.
Take a shot at Maggie live.

It's much more fun than print.

- Excuse me?
- Well, it's a joke.

- They're kidding, Ike.
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, come on. Come on. Let's go.
- Ike!

- Come on!
- Come on!

All right. I'll add a toast!

Yeah! Come on!

To, uh, to Maggie's
family and friends.

May you find yourselves...

the bull's-eye of an easy target.

May you be publicly flogged
for all of your bad choices...

and may your noses...

be rubbed in all
of your mistakes.

Well, that was funny,
but enough toasting. Let's hula!

Everybody!
Let's get up and, uh, start the band!

Up. And, everybody, we're gonna
make a line right down here.

- Everybody up.
- Maggie.

- Maggie?
- Lou, where are those hula dancers?

- Honey, go find the girls.
- Here. She might need this.

- Everybody gets a hula lesson!
- Where'd Maggie go to?

Oh, she just went to get me
something from her car.

- Well, maybe she needs help.
- Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob!

- Okay. The guard. Who threw the block.
- Yeah.

- Okay? Forrest Gregg.
- No, no, no. Elijah Pitts.

- He was a running back.
- The Fridge. "Refrigerator" Perry?

Maggie? Hey.

Here's a coat. Put this coat on.
It's cold out here.

Here's a coat. Put this coat on.
It's cold out here.

Don't pretend to be a nice person.

I was the only person
in there defending you.

- You humiliated me!
- No, Maggie. I defended you.

Humiliating you is what
everyone else did in there!

- That is the theme of the party tonight.
- No, no.

It was under control.
Now they all feel sorry for me.

Well, they should. They're about
to see you hang yourself again.

- Well, what do you keep...
- Tell me something.

Do you really care
about Mount Everest?

I... It's fun. It's high!

Sexual practices of locusts?

Every one of those times,
I was being supportive.

Not supportive! You weren't
being supportive. You were scared!

You were scared then.
You're scared now.

- You are the most lost woman I have...
- Lost?

Yes, lost. You're so...

You were so lost, you didn't
even know what kind of eggs you like.

- Yes!
- What?

Yes. Yes, that's right.
With the priest, you wanted scrambled.

With... With the Deadhead,
it was fried.

With the other guy, the bug guy,
it was... it was poached.

Now, it's like, "Oh, e-egg whites only.
Thank you very much."

That is called
"changing your mind."

No, that's called
not having a mind of your own!

Maggie, what are you doing?

You really want that guy
up there to drag you up Anapurna?

For your honeymoon?

You do not want
to climb Anapurna!

Yes, I do!

No, you don't.

You want a man who'll lead you
down the beach...

with his hand over your eyes...

just so you can discover
the feel of sand under your feet.

You want a guy that'll
wake you up at dawn...

because he's bursting
to talk to you.

Can't wait another minute,
just to find out what you'll say.

Am I right?

Stop it.

I am getting married on Sunday.

And you are just
trying to make me run...

because you're
a cynical, exploitative...

mean-hearted creep...

who wouldn't know real love
if it bit him in the armpit.

All you do is...

is tear others down...

and... and... and laugh at them
and criticize what they do...

because you're too afraid
to do anything yourself.

I read your columns.

You never once
wrote anything about yourself.

I am not the only one
that is lost.

And you know it.

Am I right?

Am I right?

Mag? Hey! Help me out here.

Green Bay right guard.
Uh, uh, you know, Bart Starr? Uh...

- You okay?
- Yes.

- Take you inside. Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

- Jerry Kramer.
- Jerry Kramer!

- Grandma. What's for lunch?
- Mac and cheese.

Honey, your grandmother and I
are thinking about having...

a wedding gift museum.

- Stop.
- What?

Stop. Don't say
another word like that.

- Maggie, it was just a joke.
- No!

It's humiliating,
and it's gone on long enough.

You may not like that
you have a daughter with problems.

But guess what.

I don't like that I have a father
who's drunk all the time.

I'll eat in my room.

Okay. Tell me why Maggie's
having another rehearsal?

And two days before the wedding.
She's already done this!

Well, Bob insisted
she visualize the ceremony.

Okay! We're ready!

- Do you want me to have Ike leave now?
- Uh, actually,
let's make Ike the pastor.

- Ah, I'd rather not.
- No, it'll give you a great view.

- I think it's perfect. Okay? Hey.
- Hey!

- Okay! Team effort, Pastor Ike.
- Yeah, we could hurry this up.

- He's going to be the pastor?
- Yes.

Yes, because I want him
front and center...

so he can just see everything.

- Have a seat. Right there. That's it.
- Okay.

- Cindy! Foyer.
- Okay.

Ready?

What happened at the luau?

I... I don't... I... I don't want
to talk about the luau, okay?

- What is this?
- That's for the bell.
- Oh.

- Bob's in a hurry.
- Oh.

- Girls?
- Okay, Maggie. Remember what Bob said.

- Let us visualize. Be the ball.
- Sink the putt.

- Make the shot.
- Nothin' but net.

- Never say die.
- Move your butts.

- Girls! Where are you?
- On our way, Coach.

Oh. This is the bell.

Ooh.

Whoa!

Whoa! Tough... Whoa!

What's she doing?

She's "being the bell,"
instead of the ball.

"Sanctuary. Sanctuary."

Mags, you okay?

Anyway.

Oh.

Look, at this pace,
this could become an evening wedding.

Okay, okay.
You know something?

It's great. I just think we're taking
this a little too fast. Right?

You're tensing?
You feel it? Right?

We just need to limber you up
for a second, okay?

- Ike, come here. Come here.
- Yeah.

All right, you're me. Stand here
so she knows how far she's gotta come.

Honey? I'm gonna
walk with you. Okay? And...

Now he's the groom?

Just relax. Limber.
Visualize, visualize.

Relax. Limber.

And...

And...

you are the football
spiraling through the air...

to the waiting hands
of the groom...

"I'm spiraling through the air.

I am...

streaking toward the...

goal line..."

All right.
Keep eye contact. Keep eye contact...

"And I land on the goal line."

Good. Good.

Good, okay.
And I'm the pastor, and I say...

"Dearly beloved,
uh, we're gathered here...

blah, blah, blah, blah,
so on and so forth,
rat-a-tat-tat, yabba dabba...

Uh, I now pronounce
you man and wife."

Kiss the bride.
We have the organ crescendo.

That just leads us
right on down the aisle.

And we are man and...

No-o!

Maggie? Uh, Mag...

Okay, okay. Well, okay.
Okay, so if you, uh...

If you were imagining me,
y-y-you did grea...

- What the hell were you doing?
- Uh, Bob, I'm really sorry about th...

She kissed me back.

- I kissed you back?
- Yes, you did. You kissed me back.

Yeah, caught that.

You want to tell me how long
this has been going on?

- About a minute.
- A little longer for me.

- Really?
- Yeah.

What do you expect me
to say to this?

- Hello?
- Well, Bob, you could say, uh...

"Well, I hope you two
will be really happy together."

I hope you two will be
really happy together.

Uh, uh... Take care of him.

- Oh! Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

Bob? Bob!

Bob, I'm sorry. I'm... I...

At least this time I backed out
before the wedding! I...

That's progress!

You are going to find some woman
who can make you so much happier...

than I ever could!

- Look out.
- Ooh! See?

See? I-It's happening already.

- She's good with needy men.
- Yeah.

Uh, yeah. Well, um...

- Why don't you just call me later?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Bob?

This may not be a good time,
but here's my number.

Drive safely, Bob!

Kid wants to lock up, go home.

- How's Bob?
- Mm.

Okay.

So, what just happened just now?

- Then. In there.
- I don't know. I-I...

I frankly... I don't
even want to talk about it.

Me neither.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

Wait. No, no, no.
No. No, we can't...

Stop. Stop. Stop, stop, stop.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. We gotta...

We have to talk.
We have... We have to talk!

We have to do some
talking now, all right?

Just come over here.

- Pull up a... Pull up a rail.
- I was enjoying it.

- Okay.
- All right. We're...

- Just give me a little space here.
- Okay.

I'm... All right.

Do you think may...

Well, you do have a dress.

And the church.

And the wedding date.

And there's the two of us.

Maybe...

You do have to go down the aisle...

with somebody...

that you love...

and who loves you back.

Who?

I'm okay with that.

So am I.

I'm getting married.

You do this often?

Well, there's not
a lot to do around here.

I just believe
he's listening to you.

His hair, any color...

I like his tight butt.

- Grandma.
- Well, I do.

Look, I'll see you
at the wedding then. Right?

I mean, you're gonna be there, huh?
It's gonna be in 37 hours.

I didn't miss the first one.

We're gonna spend part
of the time here in town...

'cause he wants to write a book.

Well, you always wanted
to write a novel!

I feel inspired here. I feel...
I feel like I can write. I wanna write.

Ike is getting married!

Fisher, if you pee on that Persian,
I'm gonna kill you.

Hi! It's him.
He's on the phone.

I love you

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hi. What are you doin'?
- Nothin'.

- Pick that up.
- What are you doin'?

- That's all right. That's all right.
- Nothin'.

Wow, I see
the most beautiful girl...

He can see me.

That's trump.

Ah! Double dutch!
Double du...

You were trying to cheat.
It doesn't work!

Get to me magically
Sure as the sky is blue

- Yeah
- Oh, my God.

I'm the winner!

See now, this is
a mature relationship.

Dramatically acting
Erratically need you

Fanatically
You get to me magically

Sure as the sky is blue

Baby, I love you

Do you love me too

Baby, I love you

Wedding bells are ringing
today in Hale, Maryland.

Maggie Carpenter... always a bride,
never a bridesmaid...

is attempting to complete
her fourth wedding ceremony.

We'll be back when results are in.
Back to you, Jessica.

Well, the turnout
for this morning's ceremony...

is usually saved for royalty
or Hollywood movie stars...

but Maggie Carpenter
is Hale, Maryland's very own...

Hey, T-shirts here.
I got "Bye-Bye Bridey."

I got "What part of 'I do'
don't you understand?"

Hey, get your
"Runaway Bride" T-shirts here.

Will she or won't she? That is on the
minds of these several hundred folks...

that are standing here this morning
not to mention on the mind...

of groom number four,
who is missing in action.

- He's gonna stand me up.
- Oh, of course he's gonna come.

Because today I saw
eight geese flying in a "V."

Oh, you with the lucky geese.
You always see geese!

- Not eight!
- Eight, and in a "V."

- Eight is better?
- Eight in a "V."

- Can you imagine?
- "V." "V" for, uh, "victory"!

- Victory!
- Victory!

- And "velcro."
- Okay.

Velcro is stuck together!

"Virginal."

Well...

- Well, you know...
- I'm sweaty. I'm-I'm nervous...

- Where are my bags?
- Okay.

- Where are my bags?
- Okay.

- No bags. Bags are for later. Um...
- No. Yes, yes.

- Rub your ears. Rub your ears.
- Rub your ears. That's a great idea.

That's a very good idea.
Rub your ears.

Cory does that to me
sometimes, with a little...

- And you just, whoo!
- We do it to the dog.

Get your "I Don't Think She Will" shirt.

These shirts
are not sold in stores!

- Here comes Ike Graham!
- Show time!

That's better. That's, uh...
That's pretty nice, actually.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- That's nice.

- He's here!
- Who's here? I see him!
- He's here.

And Ike Graham
has arrived at the church.

- Is this your first marriage?
- Is this your last marriage?

- Any little Grahams in the future?
- Oh, he gets whacked!

All right. Okay. First. Yes. Okay.

- All right. Okay. Okay.
- Would you get it off?

- Who makes this? Who? Who?
- All right.

- The veil is not attacking you.
- Okay. Okay.

- Now is the time to calm down.
- Yes.

Because if you don't get calm,
we won't get your dress on.

A girl can't get married in flannel.

He's the one.

He really is the one.

- Ike!
- You're not invited! You got...

Robert, please! Go back
to New York. Get outta here.

He's the one!

He's the one!

We, we, we gotta hurry, 'cause
the Sunday school kids are coming.

- Mrs. Pressman...
- Don't worry. There's no microphone.

Please. Put it there.

- No fun.
- No. No fun.

Listen, I was going to do this Scorsese
thing, where I come down the aisle...

Whatever, just do it.
Shoot, shoot. Shoot.

- Ike.
- Friends! Oh, God.

God, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Thank you.
We are friends, aren't we, Fisher?

- Of course we are, of course.
- Yes, and you'll be my best man.

I'm good, but
I'm not sure I'm the best.

You just go over and see the pastor.
He'll tell you what to do.

- All right.
- If someone will tell me what to do.

Mm. You always looked
great in that suit.

And, Ike, I'm happy for you, honey.

I have a car waiting out back for you
just in case she decides to run.

I have an invitation.
Lou, he's with me.

You look terrible.

Thanks.

Here.

- Ike, I'm glad it's you.
- Really?

I wouldn't want
to have found out...

that I wasn't the one for her
in the fourth quarter.

Well, Coach,
any final advice?

- Maintain eye contact.
- Eye contact.

Eye contact.
Eye contact. Eye contact.

I'm not coming up here.
It's just that you want to look...

just special for the wedding.

You know, you should thank me and Lou
for lending you the wedding car.

- '63 Buick.
- Thank you, Mrs. Trout.

Oh, what are you saying?
We're practically family.

- How's that there?
- Hello.

- My name is Fisher. What's yours?
- You look so nice. Nice. Betty.

That doesn't want
to come out, does it?

- You just pulled a hair from my neck.
- There we are. Okay.

- Mrs. Trout. Mrs. Trout, please.
- This is fine.

- This is my wedding. You know?
- Yes!

Come sit down. Thank you.
We're starting pretty soon.

- Who was that?
- Mrs. Trout.

- He doesn't have...
- Don't do... Don't. Don't.

- I just wanted that to be able to...
- Don't. Don't.

- Over there in the pocket.
Right in the pocket.
- Don't do...

- Please! Just go s...
- That's nice!

- Good luck, sweet girl.
- Oh! Thank you, Grandma. I love you.

- I'm really rooting for this one.
- Okay, Dad.

The place is packed, with the whole
town of Hale on the bride's side...

and with many New Yorkers
on the groom's side.

- Is this taken?
- No.

- I'm Elaine, from Manhattan.
- I'm Bob, Maggie's fourth attempt.

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.

There's a lid for every pot. And I'm...
I'm comfortable with Ike, you know.

It's like Jack Dempsey lost
his heavyweight title to a New Yorker.

Right. Gene Tunney.

- Oh.
- Spit.

Let's go.

Uh, okay.
Um, no sauntering down the aisle.

I don't like that. Just make time.
Just get there. Just go.

- Fine.
- Okay.

All rise, please.

The bride is walking
down the aisle.

Maggie Carpenter
is walking down the aisle.

- Don't stop...
- Oh, she's pausing.

- Keep eye contact.
- Come on. Stay with me.

Keep eye contact...

Please be seated. Thank you.

I sneaked in a camera.

We are gathered here today...
Please, no cameras now.

Could we hold off photos until
the end of the ceremony? Thank you.

- Oh...
- We are gathered here today...
- No!

- Where is she going?
- Don't!

- Maggie!
- Lock the doors!

Please be seated!

No, Maggie! Don't!

Mag... No! Come here!

Oh, never a dull moment
at a Maggie wedding!

There's a man coming down the stairs
with lots of candy in his pockets...

and if you tickle him,
he'll give you all of his candy.

- Here you go, little queen.
- Maggie!

Maggie!

- Give me some candy!
- Whoa, ho! Whoa. No, no, no. Not me.

No, don't cry! Don't cry!

No, no! Get her!
It's an Armani suit!

Wait!

- Wait!
- Maggie!

Go. Go. Go, go.

Maggie! Maggie!

Don't do it! Don't! Maggie!

- He's running after her.
- He's in pretty good shape too.

Maggie! No, Maggie!

Where do you think she's going?

Well, wherever it is,
she'll be there by 10:30 tomorrow.

Maggie! Don't!

Maggie! Don't! No!

Maggie!

Mr. Graham! Mr. Graham!
Mr. Graham! Mr. Graham!

Mr. Graham! Mr. Graham,
how do you feel now?

Mr. Graham. Mr. Graham.
What is your next move?

- How do you feel right now?
- What will you do now?

I know you must feel terrible.

What would you think about
giving her a second chance?

- Mr. Graham!
- Mr. Graham, talk to us.
- That's enough.

- Come on. Leave him alone.
- What will you do now?
- Mr. Graham, just a couple of questions.

"Hardware Honey Goes Nuts And Bolts."
How many times is she gonna do this?

Aura Lee, Aura Lee

And finally, in local news,
the mayor has requested...

that we all stop
gossiping about last week's...

Maggie Carpenter almost wedding.

This is Cory Flemming,
for WHALE, saying...

may the good Lord make you
smart enough to live in a small town.

And we cut.

Camera loves ya.

- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.

I'm closing. You want to go
to Butch's for a drink?

Uh... You know, I'm gonna
finish up here...

and then I think
I'll just head home.

Okay.

You know...

I was thinking about
that "V" thing...

and I think the "V"
in the geese was half...

of a "W" for...

For, uh, w-w-w-w...

- What are you talking about?
- Wedding! Wedding!

You just gotta get
the rest of your ducks in a row.

Thank you.

- So, you still think that he...
- You're quick.

You're very quick.

I thought that

You'd be lovin' me

I thought you were the one who'd

Stay forever

But now forever's come and gone

And I'm still here alone

'Cause you were only playin'

You were only playin'
with my heart

I was never waiting

I was never waiting
for the tears to start

- It was you
- It was you

Who put the clouds above me

- It was you
- It was you

Who made the tears fall down

- It was you
- It was you

Who broke my heart in pieces

It was you, it was you

Who made my blue eyes blue

Oh, oh, I never
should have trusted you

Okay. Here we go.

And I thought that

I'd be all you need

In your eyes I thought I saw my face

- Hey, Ike. How's it goin'?
- Hey, Robert.

That good, huh?

'Cause you had me
believin' in a lie

Guess I couldn't see it

I guess I couldn't see it
till I saw good-bye

It was you

It was you

Who put those clouds around me

It was you

Who made the tears fall down

Only you

Who broke my heart in pieces

It was you

- Yeah, hi. It's me.
- It was you

- Leave a message after the beep.
- Who made my blue eyes blue

Oh, oh, never should
have trusted you

Hello, Ike.

Don't tell me. My doorman
is one of your many admirers.

I've been making friends with your cat.
Is it okay that I'm here?

I don't have much choice
in the matter, do I?

But I can't speak for Italics!
Traitor.

I don't blame you
for being mad.

Or furious.

Irate? Livid.

So, what is it, Maggie?
You in business?

Oh, yeah, I saw your lamps.

They're terrific.
Yeah, really.

It's something that I've
always wanted to do, and...

You know, you could make breaking
and entering into a new career.

So. What are you
doing here, anyway?

I wanted to...

talk to you about...

why I run... sometimes ride...

away from things.

- Does it matter?
- I think so.

When I was walking down the aisle...

I was walking toward somebody...

who had no idea...

who I really was.

And it was only half
the other person's fault...

because I had done
everything to convince him...

that I was exactly
what he wanted.

So, it was good that
I didn't go through with it...

because it would
have been a lie.

But you...

You knew the real me.

Yes, I did.

I didn't.

Still, I ended up
chasing a truck.

I can't, um, do anything
about the truck...

but, uh...

- Benedict.
- Arnold.

I love eggs Benedict.

I hate all the other kinds of eggs.

I hate big weddings.
Everybody staring.

I'd like to get married on a weekday,
while everybody's at work.

- Mm-hmm.
- And if I ride off into the sunset...

I want my own horse.

- Should I be writing this down?
- And there's something else.

No, no, you can tell me.
You can tell me. Don't... Come... Okay.

These are for you.

- Uh, used...
- Well, they're mine.

I'm turning in
my running shoes to you.

This is serious.

And there's one more thing. I know, the
mind reels that there could be more...

after... after this, but, um...

if you could just have a seat.

Oh!

Here, let's just
not have that there. Okay.

Okay.

- Oh, no. My God, no.
- No, no. Don't hide your face.

This happens once in a lifetime,
and it's definitely a first for me.

And you're not gonna want to miss it,
so pay close attention.

I love you,
Homer Eisenhower Graham.

Will you marry me?

- I gotta think about this a little bit.
- Okay, good.

- I was hoping that you would say that.
- You were not!

- No, no, I was, I was.
- Not true!
- Because if you'd said yes right away...

I wouldn't be able to do this next part
I've been practicing, so let me just...

Okay.

- Ready?
- I'm listening.

I guarantee that
we'll have tough times.

And I guarantee
that at some point...

one, or both of us,
will want to get out.

But I also guarantee...

that if I don't ask you
to be mine...

I'll regret it
for the rest of my life...

because I know in my heart...

you're the only one for me.

That's a pretty
good speech, Maggie.

I borrowed it
from this writer I know.

So?

Dance with me.

We are gathered here today
to celebrate the union...

of Maggie Carpenter
and Ike Graham.

- Do you have the rings?
- Yes.

Do you, Ike, take Maggie
to be your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

Do you, Maggie, take Ike to be
your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

In this life that
you share together...

may your individuality
strengthen your love.

With the power vested in me...

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Guess what. She did it!

Maggie Carpenter got married.

Alleluia

Betty, she did it! She did it!

- I need love, love, to ease my mind
- Alleluia, alleluia

I need to find, find
someone to call mine

But Mama said you can't hurry love

No, you just have to wait

She said love don't come easy

It's a game of give and take

I can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait

You gotta just give it time

No matter how long it takes

But how many heartaches

Must I stand

Before I find a love
to let me live again

Right now the only thing
that keeps me hangin' on

When I feel my strength
Yeah, it's almost gone

- I remember Mama said
- You can't hurry love

No, you'll just have to wait

She said love don't come easy

It's a game of give and take

How long must I wait
How much more can I take

Before loneliness will cause
my heart, heart to break

I can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait

She said just give it time

- No matter how long it takes
- Now, wait

Girl, I live for
how you make me feel

So I question all this being real

'Cause I'm not afraid to love

For the first time
I'm not afraid of love

Oh, this day seems made
for you and me

And you showed me what life needs to be
Yeah, you sang to me

Oh, you sang to me

All the while you were in front of me

I never realized

I just can't believe
I didn't see it in your eyes

I didn't see it

I can't believe it, whoa, but I feel it

When you sing to me

How I long to hear you sing
beneath the clear blue skies

And I promise you this time
I'll see it in your eyes

I didn't see it, I can't believe it

Oh, but I feel it

When you sing to me

Where were you on our wedding day

I got bad news that you went away

Where were you on our wedding day

You did me wrong and now you must pay

- Whoa-oh
- Whoa-oh

- And give me back my ring
- My ring

- Whoa-oh
- Whoa-oh

- Whoa-oh
- Whoa-oh

- I ain't gonna let you keep a thing
- A thing

Whoa-oh

Where were you when I said, I do

Everybody laughed and my in-laws too

Where were you when I turned around

Someplace you knew
you never could be found

- Whoa-oh
- Whoa-oh

- Give me back my ring
- My ring

- Whoa-oh
- Whoa-oh

- Whoa-oh
- Whoa-oh

I ain't gonna let you keep a thing

- A thing
- Whoa-oh

Mm-mm-mm

My heart says we've got something real

Can I trust the way I feel

'Cause my heart's been fooled before

Am I just seeing what I want

To see

Or is it true

Could you really be

Someone to have and hold

With all my heart and soul

I need to know

Before I fall in love

Someone who'll stay around

Through all my ups and downs

Please tell me now

Before I fall in love

It's been so hard for me

To give my heart away

But I would give my everything

Just to hear you say

Someone to have and hold

With all my heart and soul

Please tell me now

Before I fall

In love

Ooh-ooh

Before I fall

In love