A Guy Thing

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All right, guys. Quiet down.

Kill it.

All right,|I'd like to propose a toast.

To the three rings of marriage.

There's the engagement ring.

There's the wedding ring.

And there's suffering!

To Paul!

Thank you.

Drink! Drink! Drink!

Come on, man.|Loosen up a little.

I'm the uptight lawyer...

but you were always|the crazy one in the family.

- I know.|- Relax and have fun.

My bachelor party...

was the last good time|in my marriage.

Maybe your marriage|didn't work...

because you had too much fun|at the bachelor party.

It didn't work because Deena|was impossible to please.

Your marriage will be fine.|You've got Karen.

And she's beautiful.|Smart. Funny.

She's kind to animals.

She's very, very sexy.

She's got|a great sense of style.

- Pete.|- Yeah?

I'm just a big fan.

I can't believe my little|brother's getting married.

I got to run. I love you.

OK. Hey!

You are a lucky, lucky man.

Paul, up high!

Good luck in there.|Congratulations.

Thanks.

Listen, Jim, about the girls...

I'm not sure.

- I totally understand, dude.|- You do?

- Absolutely.|- Good.

And I want you|to know something, man.

I don't give a shit.

- You be the groom.|- That's not how it works.

Hang on a second.|I'm giving you a chance...

to be the groom|at a bachelor party...

and you don't have|to get married next Saturday.

Think about that.

Listen up, everybody.

As of this moment,|I am the groom.

We got tiki girls!

Where's the groom?

Sorry.

You really suck at this.

Yeah. It's my first day.

Would you buy me a beer?

Yeah.

Jimmy.

- Hello?|- Hi, Paul.

Hi, Mrs. Cooper.

I'm going to be|your mother-in-law.

Call me Sandra.

- Hi, Sandra.|- How was the bachelor party?

You know, silly.

It's really|such an outdated ritual.

You are|every mother-in-law's dream.

Can you put Karen on for me?

Sure. Hold on.

Oh, my God.

What is it?|Is something the matter?

I guess Karen|hasn't arrived yet.

What do you mean?

She's on her way over.|She should be there by now.

Nope. Not here yet.

Sandra, I have to get going.

Could you please have her...

Holy shit.

Miss? Ma'am?

- Hey.|- You have to leave now.

Good morning to you, too.

I'm not a rude guy,|but you have to go now!

OK, I'm going.

My fiancee|is on her way over here.

You're getting married?

Only if you leave|really, really soon.

You weren't the guy|with the groom hat on.

I'd love to explain,|but you have to leave.

I'm going|to get my ass kicked.

That is very clear.

What happened?

OK, let's go.

Bad news.|I can't find my underwear.

Can I mail them to you?

Yes, please.|They're my only pair.

Give me your address.

I have more than|one pair of underwear.

I'll find them|before she gets here.

Calm down.|If you're freaking out...

when your fiancee gets here,|you'll freak her out.

You're freaking me out,|and I don't even know you.

Just be cool.

I'm a very cool guy.

Cooler than most of the guys|you probably meet.

No offense. This is just|a bad situation for me.

Trust me. I'm not this guy.

After you.

If you see a pair of|bikini underwear lying around...

see this guy.

Could you not say that, please?

Can you do me a favor|and take the back stairs?

In case I had any speck|of self-esteem left?

I bet that goes over well|with the ladies.

There are no ladies,|all right?

- Right.|- It's actually...

Thank you, Mrs. Jackson.

Aloha.

Wedding planner.

We were thinking of going|with the whole luau thing.

Good day.

Shit!

Not there. God!

Shit.

Could you undo the chain?

One second!

Paul! What's going on?

Please undo the chain.|I am standing out here.

Paul, are you OK?

Karen, sweetheart,|what a surprise.

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