Made Of Honor Page #3

Yeah, he's beatiful. They won't

accept a minimum of 5 times a week.

- She promised 5, I want 5.

- What did she promise you, 5 times a week?

- 4 times?

- Two!

No, no...

We're not done yet.

- She says 3, with a by-monthly BJ.

- This is disturbing.

Wait, no... Driver go around the block.

We are not even close...

What was that?

Come on.

Come on, tell me.

- Say what you gotta say.

- I'm happy, If you're happy.

No, no... "You're

too old for her dad".

"She doesn't love you,

this is embarrasing".

"You're gonna rack up

your fifth divorce".

- Sixth.

- Sixth.

- I'm happy, if you're happy.

- Bullshit!

Go for 4 if you excercise more.

She says you can't gain

any more weight.

- Take it. Deal!

- Deal.

I told her I weigh 10 pounds

more than I do.

- Ain't love grand?

- Sign the both please.

What's he signing now?

His current pre-nup and his last divorce-papers.

That's just great...

Your good. Thank you.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Did you tell your dad you love him?

- I told him I cared for him.

You can't even tell your father.

- I don't get that.

- It's a "Guy thing".

No, it's a "Tom thing".

- You're an "I love you-slut".

- Are you kidding me?

You say it all the time.

To everybody.

- Oh, this looks so good.

- Yeah, it looks good doesn't it?

I should have ordered this. this look good.

You always order better than I do.

It's lemon, right? It's good.

I'm ordering that from now on.

- No, you won't.

- Why?

I need you to order the chocolate cake

so I can have some.

- There's my "son"!

- There you go...

Oh, you're bad boy

I'm gonna spank you.

You know what I would like

to say to you? Is that...

- I want you to listen to me, Tom.

- Yeah.

If you need any advice...

- or you need any advice...

- Right.

Or you got girl problems,

I don't know...

I need you to think of me how you

would a real mother.

- Yeah that's excactly what I...

- Look at this beauty, will you?

Hello, Sweety

Drunk as the night I first

met her.

- You are a bad influence on her.

- Me?

- Last shot?

- Thanks.

- I'm stealing you away...

- Last one...

- He does know that he can just date, right?

- No, I don't think he does.

- To mothers.

- To mothers. Cheers.

Careful.

Nice...

Oh God...

Hide me!

- What?

- It's my dads patient cordinator.

Yeah, don't look, don't look...

There... Don't look!

She's obsessed with me.

She's created a website called

"allthingstom.org".

- A Psychoblogger?

- Yes.

Okay. Come on...

Dance with me.

- Watch yourself.

- She's kind of cute.

- Oh stop it.

- I'm serious...

Keep going.

Here. Right here. Hide me.

back side, side. Go, go...

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