Love Stinks

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Come on. Let's move, let's go!

Got to get to Vegas.

- Holly.

- Hello, bride to be!

- There he is.

- I'm so excited.

Seth, my man.

You can still back out.

Would you stop already?

We're getting married.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Thanks for the update, Larry. Go.

I need you to come with me.

We're guys. We don't go in pairs.

We are going to the bathroom.

- I'm not going to the bathroom.

- Come on.

Unbelievable. Okay, my headset.

They'll kick us out of first class.

- We need to go to the bathroom.

- I'm not going in there.

- Two friends can go to the bathroom.

- No, it's creepy.

- All right, fine.

- Thank you.

- You are starting to bother me!

- Sit down.

Larry, you're my best friend...

but if I see Mr. Chocolate,

I'll scream.

You're not leaving this bathroom

until you call off the wedding.

But I love her.

After everything

you've been through?

- It wasn't that bad.

- Not that bad?

Let me break it down to you

one more time.

It all started

at my wedding rehearsal.

Saturday night,

and everything seemed so perfect.

I got my wedding dress.

Then she walked in.

Miss Bachelorette.

Party photos!

Why are you bringing those here?

Give me those, Chelsea!

Who is that?

One of the bridesmaids. Chelsea Turner.

No boyfriend.

Pretty hot, huh?

She could steam clean carpets,

whatever that means.

Say no more. I'll hook you up.

Wait. Why would she go out with me?

- I'll lie, fool. Come on.

- That's my only hope.

- How does she get in parties?

- I don't know.

She always finds a way.

- Excuse me.

- Hi, baby.

Soon to be Mrs. Larry Garnett.

Chelsea, I would like you to meet...

one of my groomsmen, Seth Winnick.

He's my writing partner.

He's funny as hell.

He actually reads to the blind

and delivers meals on wheels.

I shit you not. This man is

one miracle away from sainthood.

I'm impressed.

Stick around. Later,

I'll part traffic on the freeway.

You know, you guys will be

walking down the aisle together.

God, that's great.

- Have you ever done this before?

- Are you kidding me?

I'm like

a protessional bridesmaid.

I should open a store called

Hideous Pastel Chiffon Dress World.

It's my first time,

so be gentle.

Nothing to it.

Come here, I'll show you.

I'm an expert at this.

Shoulders back,

chin up.

- Act really serious.

- Serious. So much to remember.

You're doing good.

Thanks to my teacher.

Would you mind dropping me off

by those guys over there?

You can make it.

I have faith in you.

God bless ya.

In sickness and in health...

for as long

as you both shall live?

I do.

I now pronounce you

Mr. And Mrs. Lawrence Garnett.

You may kiss your wife.

That was so beautiful.

That's my booty right there.

- Come on now. Robot, baby.

- Here come the robot.

How's your salad?

It's good.

I'm predicting chicken

and vegetables show up next.

Right.

Bring it on down!

I heard they're serving

dog shit pudding for dessert.

That sounds good.

Thank you. Yes,

I'll be break-dancing later.

I, myself, suffer

from white man's disease...

which is the number one killer

of rhythm.

You are a dickhead.

Amber?

Dickhead. Cute little

pet name she has for me.

- I like it.

- Thank you.

Work it, girl!

Normally, all the bachelors

try to catch the garter.

But I'm handing it to the man who

needs it the most, Seth Winnick.

Come on up here, buddy.

Come on. Get up there.

Get up there, you sexy thing.

Let's go!

Don't worry about it.

I'm going to get you for this,

Jetson!

Now that I'm married,

you are next.

I only wish you

the joy and bliss...

that Holly has brought

into my life.

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