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Why don't you take my seat,|Mrs. Kellogg.
- Right here?|- Yes.
If it's too cold for you,|we'll close the window.
No, it's all right. I'm fine.|Thank you.
Let's get started.
In attendance|are Detective John Woods...
and myself,|Detective Linda Nealon.
Mrs. Kellogg, as procedure,|I have to inform you of your rights.
If you give up that right,|anything you say...
You have the right to an attorney.
I don't need an attorney.
I didn't do anything|that I should need one.
This is your right.
I'm just anxious to get on with this.
Do you understand|everything I've said?
Yes, I do.
That I can remember....
That's it, fellas.
How you doing?
How are you?
How you doing? How are you?|Good to see you.
Hey, how are you?
Harry, you look great.|Hey, what do you got?
We can use a couple|more drinks here, Bob.
I was more nervous|than I thought I'd be.
I forgot to do my left hand.
You have gloves on.|Nobody'll notice.
I don't know. What groom|sells tools at his own wedding?
I know. Let me go get my comb.
Move quickly.|The condo is the future.
If you wanna go co-op,|I can help you with that too.
I couldn't tell the difference.
A condo, you own outright.|A co-op, you own stock in it.
All the units together.|It's not that complicated.
What? One minute, excuse me.
I need the purse.
Do you have to talk business?|This is a wedding.
Cynthia, that's the best time.
Rich? That's Joyce's cousin, Bobby.|He doesn't even have a job.
Dominic, the purse.
Let's have a group shot|of just the bridesmaids.
Just bridesmaids, please.
- The purse?|- I gave it to my dad.
Since when do you trust your father?
He paid for the wedding. If he wants|to collect the envelopes, let him.
- Get the purse.|- No!
Go get it!
My sister paid for this dress.
- Come on, it's family now.|- It's none of your business.
- There's no need...|- Get out of here.
Who invited you anyway?
I'm telling you nicely,|go get the purse.
Jim, you got your whole life to fight.|Let's go get a drink.
Go get me a V.O. and soda.
- Daddy?|- Hi, hon.
- What?|- Give me the purse.
I'll take care of it.|You're beautiful.
- Give it to me.|- I got it.
Just relax, Daddy. Come on.
You look beautiful anyway.
Cut. Cut. Cut.
There's the f*cking purse.|You happy now?
It doesn't make any difference...
since we won't know|what was in there.
- What are you talking about?|- You're father's been drinking.
Big deal. He's nervous.
Oh, great.|Everybody's staring at us.
Have a lot of dough.
- I don't hear you.|- I said, I'm sorry.
Come here.|I'll bite your hand.
- Aren't they a lovely couple?|- You're an ass.
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