Two Much Page #2

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So do I get a new bridesmaid's getup, or should

I just put some more miles on the old one?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- You've met my sister Liz already.

- Yeah.

Lay down, now.

Hello?

No, no, no, the invitations should read

"The Honorable Art Dodge," don't you think?

- The invitations?

- Yeah. Engraved.

And they should be

in the mail by Tuesday.

Okay. Ciao.

Fantastic. Bye.

- Betty, can I talk to you alone?

- Yeah, in one second.

In one second.

Father Larrabee.

He's on the golf course?

- Wow, you hooked yourself the big one, didn't you?

- Do you have a cellular number?

This must go way beyond

your wildest little gigolo dreams.

Okay. Thanks.

Isn't he adorable?

- Yeah.

- Betty, we need to talk.

- Wait.

- What about? Your allowance?

- Father Larrabee, it's Betty.

- Look...

- I don't need to. I've seen enough.

- It's good? Great.

No, no. He's a different one.

Yes, but he's wonderful,

and you'll love him.

I'll talk to you soon.

Bye.

So how does

the third sound?

It's my birthday.

I'll be 33.

It's my third wedding,

and three is my lucky number.

- Great. Great.

- Yes?

- Eh, I've got to go to work.

- It has a job. How refreshing.

- Gotta go. Bye.

- Have a good day.

Come on, buddy.

Come on, boy.

- I don't think she likes me.

- Oh, don't listen to her.

She's been involved with this guy who's a

married man. It's been a really bad deal.

I see congratulations

are in order.

I am not getting married.

It's like a big misunderstanding.

- Okay?

- Oh, so, like, you've explained it to her...

and everything's all

straightened out for ya?

- Well, no, not exactly.

- Uh-huh.

Everything is totally

high or low with her.

She'll be down on me soon enough,

and then it'll all be over.

Trust me. She's a girl

with big extremes.

So I see.

Manny's in there.

He's been in there

for an hour.

- Come on, Gloria.

- What do you want me to do?

I feel sorry for the guy.

We owe him for two paintings.

Is the I RS in there?

Maybe you feel sorry for everyone I owe.

Everyone? No.

I don't believe in self-pity.

Manny. Just the man

I wanted to see.

- Art.

- What's that?

Wow!

This is terrific.

- I can sell it in a week.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- It's been hanging here for three months.

- Really?

I'm taking them all home.

- Art?

- Yeah?

You still haven't paid me

for the last two.

Wha...

You should thank me.

Manny,

if Vincent van Gogh...

had been paid

for his paintings...

they would be worthless

today.

You shouldn't be thinking about money.

You're an artist.

You're a real one.

I can see that in your eyes.

Huh? Yeah, yeah!

Believe me. Yeah.

You know...

You know, Manny...

Manny, go home and paint.

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