I Do (But I Don't) Page #3

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Hold on. Hold on. Come here.

Relax. There we go.

-I got you. I got you.

-Thank you.

So you'll think twice

before doing this next time, huh?

Nice job, Nicky.

I would've gone up there myself...

-...but I just ate lunch.

-Yeah, right.

You're always the last one in, little brother,

first one out, Jay.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Thank you so much.

-No, no, thank you.

-You were great up there.

-Oh, I was just doing my job.

-I'm Lauren. I'm the wedding planner.

-Nick, the fireman.

What the hell were you thinking?

Come on. You're such an idiot.

-Guess I'd better go. Duty calls.

-Yeah, me too.

Okay.

So....

-See you around.

-Yeah, I hope so.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Oh, did I tell you? I saw Brad's mother

the other day at Dominic's.

We were saying what a shame it was

that the two of you had split up.

She still has fond feelings

for you, Lauren.

Too bad her son doesn't.

You know, it isn't too late to reconsider

this whole divorce thing.

-Mom, I already signed the papers.

-Well, perhaps you were a bit hasty, dear.

Marriage isn't a vacation, you know.

It takes a lot of hard work to keep

things together. Isn't that right, dear?

Oh, yes, dear.

I just don't understand.

You two seemed like the perfect couple.

We just grew apart.

Well, that's cause for counseling,

dear, not divorce.

Marriage isn't something that you can

take back, like a sweater that doesn't fit.

You may wonder why my mother

is so anxious for me...

...to reconcile with an adulterer.

Well, for starters,

she doesn't know he is one.

I didn't have the guts to tell her.

Look at her. She's the epitome...

...of the perfect wife.

I was afraid to disappoint her.

I just want you to be happy.

I know, Mom, but I don't

need a man to be happy.

Couldn't you just consider

giving Brad a second chance?

Hello? Anybody home?

-Oh, my God. You didn't.

-Trust me, it's for your own good.

-Hello, Brad.

-Hey.

-Good to see you.

-Nice to see you.

-You too, Hank.

-Brad.

Can't wait to taste

that famous chili of yours.

Oh, look, Lauren, he brought you truffles.

-I know they're your favorite.

-No, they're not.

-Yes, they are.

-No, they're not.

No one can polish off

a box of chocolates like you. Right?

Right.

Well, did you bring the divorce papers too?

You're three weeks late in signing.

Could I talk to you outside

for a minute?

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Your mom invited me over.

-Okay, fine, you want me to be honest?

-That'd be a first.

Look, the divorce papers

really scared me.

You know, the finality

of the situation.

I think you made things pretty final

when you slept with our manicurist.

You want your mom to hear?

She's right there.

-What do you want, Brad?

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