Bride Wars Page #3

##[ Rop On R:
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- I'm engaged!

- [ Screams ]

- Can we get four tequila shots?

- No. No.

No, no, no. None for me.

- [ Chuckles ] Oh, right.

- I'm fine.

Acapulco, 2006-

Emma and Fletcher on a break.

[ Falsetto Voice ]

""Never talk about that weekend again.''

""I'm so lonely and confused,

and very thirsty. Please, Miguel''-

Okay, okay, okay.

Make it stop. Please.

All right, a toast:

To Liv-

Congratulations to an amazing friend.

And condolences to Emma,

Liv's maid of honor.

She will surely be

the most nightmarish bride ever.

It is my burden and mine alone.

- I'll be repaying the favor very soon. Cheers.

- Drink up.

- What did I rush down here for?

- Nate! I'm getting married.

- Get out.

- Yeah.

- Oh, my God. Sister's gettin' married here.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Where's-Where's the groom?

- Oh. Oh. He's not here:

Well, he hasn't actually

popped the question yet.

A toast-To Daniel...

who in his own world

is just working late:::

but I guess in Liv's world

has just proposed.

So God bless him for wanting...

to spend his life

with my sister in any world.

- To Liv.

- We love ya.

- He's a lucky guy.

- [ Woman ] Yep:
The biggest day of a girl's life:

I'm gonna be right back.

- Damn. Should I?

- I got it.

I mean, they didn't get

to see me graduate law school...

or read Nate's first story

in New York magazine.

So I can't share this with 'em.

I wish your parents

could be here too.

Whatever. It's fine. I'm fine.

Liv, you're only human.

You don't have to have it together

every minute of every day.

Former chubby girls-

We're made of steel.

And Splenda. We survive.

Well, first of all, you weren't fat.

- [ Chuckles ]

- But, yes, you do survive.

- Thanks, Em.

- You're welcome, Liv.

You're gonna be

the best maid of honor.

- Yes, I am.

- What do we do first?

First- Oh! I was thinking.

It might be a good idea

to actually get the proposal.

See? It's that head for details.

Yeah, right? I know.

[ Man On TV]

:::people watching this performance at home:::

with a huge question mark:

Hey, babe? I don't think

they sent us any fortune cookies.

No, they sent 'em:

I got them right here:

Oh, good.

Okay. Here we are.

- I'm just cuing it up.

- Mm-hmm.

- This guy's gotta go. I'm sorry. I know you like him.

- Mm-hmm.

- He's very pitchy.

- You know, Fletch, that is actually a real thing.

Pitchy. It's not just code

for someone you don't like.

Oh, okay. You're pitchy.

Oh, uh, that one's mine.

- Please.

- You're really calling dibs

on fortune cookies now?

- Yeah. It's on the right side.

- Okay, it's fine.

- Yours is the left.

- If your fortune's better

than mine, I'm claiming it.

- I don't think it will be.

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