Love, Wedding, Marriage

[Soft marimba music]

- Ava, we've been dating

for 21/2 years,

and what I'm about to say,

I've considered very seriously.

I sound like a lawyer.

I look in your eyes,

and I drown in them.

Drown in them?

Babe, you know I'm bad

with telling you how I feel.

Will you be my wife?

Will you marry me?

Can we get married?

Ava.

You can do this.

[Sighs]

It's, like, the little things

that I really love.

I find it so adorable

that you can't make

a decision

without consulting

your horoscope.

I love that you watch the same

sad movie over and over again,

hoping for a happy ending.

I love how you make

your coffee.

I love you, Ava, and I don't

want to spend another day

without knowing

if you'll be my wife.

So will you do me this honor?

Will you marry me?

- Brittany, Brittany,

this is Ryan.

Trust me,

you two have a lot in common.

Good to see you.

Where is Ava?

Go find your sister.

- All rise.

- Our wedding day was

the happiest day of my life.

I was marrying

the man of my dreams,

and our happily ever after

was about to begin.

Charlie and I met

once upon a time,

when I was getting my PhD

in psychology at Berkeley

and he was working

at a vineyard in Napa.

We fell in love

on the very first date.

He took me to an art fair

in San Francisco.

The next day, he surprised me

with a painting I had admired,

and I was hooked.

I believe lasting love

is possible

because of my parents.

Their 30-year union

is the reason I became

a marriage counselor

and why I was ready to make

the commitment myself.

[Glass shatters]

- Mazel tov!

[Applause]

And that dimpled smile

doesn't hurt.

- So embarrassing.

Thank you.

[Old-timey jazz music playing]

[Children laughing]

I love you both.

I love you both.

I've known him my whole life,

and I still love you.

I can't even say that

about anyone else,

like, not even my own parents.

- Okay, we love you too,

Gerber.

- No, love, man.

Love.

That's what it's all about.

You know, from now on,

I'm gonna be

a one-woman guy.

- Per week?

- I'm serious.

Uh, hello?

We didn't actually...

- There he goes.

- Shelby, are you, like,

avoiding me?

Come on, we were in the middle

of talking about horses.

I love horses.

- You ready to get out of here,

Mrs. Dalton?

- I should warn you:

I've been saving a few tricks

for the honeymoon.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

[Excited chatter]

Ready?

- Yeah!

Oh!

Oh, you got smoked.

In your face.

You got rocked.

[Serene instrumental music]

[children laughing]

- Black.

Two sugars.

- Two orders,

wheat toast with mayo.

Yum.

- The only way to eat toast.

- Your horoscope says,

"Today your positive

mental energy

"will ensure that everything

goes your way.

Take advantage

of your good luck. "

- That's great.

Maybe that means

this year's harvest

will be the vineyard's

best vintage ever.

- Fingers crossed.

- How about

you skip out early,

take advantage of me tonight?

- Oh, I could cancel

my last couple.

- I'll reschedule

my afternoon.

- See you at 6:
00.

Let's take a minute

to validate those feelings.

It sounds like Lloyd

is feeling angry

because Courtney took advantage

of his credit card.

- She didn't take advantage

of it.

She raped it.

At Saks.

She roofied it,

bent it over, and...

- Okay.

Courtney raped your credit card.

And Courtney is still angry

because you slept

with another woman.

- "A slutty, trashy whore"

were my exact words.

- Obviously Courtney still

has some unresolved issues

about the affair.

- But 9 grand on shoes?

- Why should I suffer

just because you're not rich

like my father?

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