A Guy Thing Page #4

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- Hi.|- What a beauty.

What is that waist...|20 inches?

Excuse me?

Where's the groom-to-be?

He's not here yet.

You know Paul.|He always comes a little late.

What do you think of that?

Why don't I get us all a drink?

We've already had a six-pack.

We split that on the way up.

Hors d'oeuvres, sir?

Look at the size|of these shrimps.

Prawns.

- There you go, sugar.|- Oh, sweetheart.

Ma'am?

- Hello.|- Paul's finally here.

Sorry I'm late.

I was telling|your mother about...

the chef I hired to cater|the rehearsal dinner.

A pharmacist|studying to be a chef...

that is really interesting.

There's a very special lady|in the kitchen...

who can't wait|to lay her eyes on you.

Let's go find Aunt Budge.

I can't wait for you|to meet her.

They are so cute.

Yeah, they're cute.

Buck, are you a duffer?

If you mean, do I like|playing with my balls...

the answer's yes.

You know what I mean,|don't you?

Oh, sh*t.

There's Budge,|talking to my cousin Becky.

Oh, my God.

Aunt Budge, this is Paul.

- He's bald.|- Paul?

Oh, God!

I'm so sorry, Becky.|It is so good to see you.

You look beautiful.

How's life after Ray?

Great.|Best decision I ever made.

You know,|you are probably right.

But it is nice to have someone|to come home to.

Oh, God. Sorry.

No. It's especially|nice to come home...

to that someone|in bed with two girls.

Two girls with one man...|Oh, trust me!

You never walk away satisfied.

Reminds me of the time|me and Kathleen O'Rourke...

who was a bit of a tart...

I'll see where Paul is.

We were down|at the pub celebrating...

- Give me some, will you?|- Oh, no.

- Just a little bit.|- It's my wine.

Paul? Where'd you go?

What are you doing?

Karen? Hey...

You're asleep?

I guess so.|I lost you somehow.

I got disoriented.

This is really weird.|Why did you just...

OK. The truth is...

I was gonna pop out|and surprise you.

The old|"under the coats" routine.

But while I was laying here...

it was so warm, I dozed off.

Never mind.|Let's go meet Aunt Budge.

Becky, I found him.|He's up here.

I'll just get my purse.

He exists. I swear.

I know you're in there.

Yeah?

What is wrong?

It's diarrhea.

Oh, no.

Maybe I should just wait here.

Stick it out...|Or maybe I should just leave.

No! You can't leave.|You haven't met Aunt Budge.

Why don't you wait|and see how you feel in a bit?

OK.

Everyone, find your names|and sit down.

I guess we'll sit here.

A lot of fabric's overrated.

I'll drink to that, Bucky.|Where's the drinks?

Sweetie, grab it.

Oh, no. Hey, everyone!

I'd like to make a toast.

Here's to Karen,|the bride-to-be.

Oh, gosh. Thanks, Becky.

That's my car!

Come on, Buck.

Everybody stay back.

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