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snapping out of this than anyone.

I just think it's something she's

gonna get to on her own.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're probably right.

I got to go.

I'm gonna sneak back to the apartment,

see if I can get a few hours of sleep

before Paris comes home and spends

the rest of the night wanting

to play the jazz trumpet.

Yeah, she bought a trumpet.

Hey, Lou. Okay if I put an ad up?

They come down after two weeks.

I can abide by that.

# Take me riding in the car, car #

# Take me riding in the car, car #

# Take me riding in the car, car #

# I'll take you riding in the car #

Joel.

Mom, come on. That's not cool.

# Click-clack, open up the door, girls"

# Click-clack, open up the door, boys #

# Front door, back door, clickety-clack #

Joel, take it.

Take what?

The song. Take it.

Well, unh!

Yeah!

Unh!

Unh unh! Unh unh! Yeah!

Unh! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Hey.

Aah! Oh, you scared me.

- Sorry.

- What?

- Sorry!

- What?!

Sorry.

I guess that was a little loud.

- What?!

- Sorry!

I'm telling you,

we should take this on the road.

I see you went with Faye

Dunaway in "Network."

And Maureen Dowd "come hither"

pumps for good measure.

I wish I could be there for you.

Oh, you do not.

I do, too.

You'd be asleep in three minutes.

The pumps would've kept me

going for at least four.

I'm in a suit at 2:00 in the afternoon.

Honor has to have everyone dressed

for a wedding rehearsal.

How'd I get conned into this?

Into what?

Being one of Josh's Groomsmen.

You like Josh.

I don't even know Josh.

He's gonna be your brother-in-law.

Yes, exactly. Going to be.

Key word is "going." He's not now.

Your tie is crooked.

But as of today, Josh is simply the guy

who holds my sister's purse

when she goes shopping,

and because of that,

I have to spend the next six hours

practicing to walk in a straight line.

You have yet to accomplish that,

so practice wouldn't hurt.

I'm not there, and I'm bored already.

You can always talk to your

good friend flasky.

Right. Thanks for the reminder.

I just don't understand wedding rehearsals.

The bachelor party, I get.

I bet you do.

The actual ceremony, I get.

But the rehearsal, I don't get.

Wallet.

And after we finish rehearsing,

I have to sit through a 5-course dinner

surrounded by my new family and Honor's

brigade of moronic bridesmaids.

Oh, come on, you love Honor.

Her friends can't be that bad.

Oh, no. Blondie, Dipsy, Bubbles,

Four nose jobs, Charm McGee-- all great gals.

Meow.

Seriously, can't you just do the panel,

blow off the mixer,

and meet me for the dinner?

Logan, come on. By the time I get out

of there and get back here to change,

drive all the way to New York,

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