The Wedding Singer Page #3

I don't want to know about.

That was a lot back then.

That would be like 200 today.

It's 5:
00.

I'm going to get going.

But your payment.

My payment.

Can I get it to go?

You're such a sweet boy...

letting an old woman

pay you with meatballs.

They taste so good,

it's like I'm ripping you off.

I don't have

any clean Tupperware.

All right,

definitely next time.

Don't be silly.

Now hold out your hands.

-You want to--

-Do it.

Cool.

Thanks a lot.

Now, please, take a bite...

so that I can

watch you enjoy.

That's my favorite part.

Well...

I'll go with the right one.

That looks good.

That's a good meatball.

Now, listen to me, Robbie Hart.

You're going to be

a fine husband.

I hope so, Rosie. Thank you.

I'm going to leave.

I'll see you

at the wedding, all right?

Thank you for coming in

and taking me to lunch.

Look at the picture

of that girl. See that?

You're a lot prettier

than that girl...

and she's getting married.

What does pretty have to do

with getting married?

Everything.

You got to get married...

before your hips start spreading

and you get facial hair...

which, by the way,

comes from your father's mother.

Looks like Magnum, P.I.,

for God's sake.

I can't make Glenn set a date.

You're going to hate

this idea...

but I think you should consider

a fake pregnancy.

I'm exiting the car.

It's just a means to an end.

ln five years,

he'll thank you for it.

Perhaps we should call her.

She's probably got

a make-up problem or her dress.

I know her.

She likes to look her best.

Hey, sis.

Hi, Robs.

I just got off the phone

with Linda's mom.

Linda's not there, but...

there was a note.

A note?

Everything all right?

Yeah, she's OK.

It basically indicated...

that Linda was...

not coming today.

So, it was a bad note.

Did she say why?

I am so sorry, honey.

It's OK.

You want me to say something?

Just give me a second.

I'll be right back.

Oh, my God,

she's not showing up.

Don't worry.

Everything's gonna be all right.

It's OK.

Oh, God!

You can't catch me!

I'm going to get you

and chop you up!

Can we turn this crap off,

please?

That's right, Robbie.

You have to let it out.

-Let what out?

-Your feelings.

About what that lousy b*tch

did to you today.

Don't call her that...

because we're going

to get back together...

and then there will be weirdness

between you and me...

so just watch it.

I made this for you,

Uncle Robbie.

Thanks, Freddy Krueger.

That's not nice.

Very creative, though.

Go back to the boiler room.

I just wish I knew

where she was, you know?

He's taking it pretty bad.

He's acting like a real robot...

a zombie or something.

He's been wanting to get married

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