Sabrina Page #4

for an actual wedding date.

I don't know what came over me.

She was healing children.

I was in a tuxedo.

I'm not in any position

to take care of a wife.

Elizabeth is a doctor

and a millionaire, David.

She won't be a burden.

You don't deserve her,

but she appears to love you.

Doesn't that worry you

a little bit?

I mean,

about her mental health.

This is all

just a coincidence.

- It's an opportunity.

- ""Opportunity.''

What do you expect me to do?

Disqualify myself

from a billion-dollar merger...

because I might have

family connections?

What are you doing?

It was just a question!

Look at this thing.

Not a scratch.

Is this some new way

of changing the subject?

No one in the world has

a flat-panel screen this size...

except Patrick Tyson, and

the damn thing's indestructible.

He's sitting on

the hottest technology in town...

and everyone

on Wall Street knows it.

We've got so much competition on

this merger that any advantage--

- You're talking about my life.

- I pay for your life.

My life

makes your life possible.

- I resent that.

- So do I.

Look at yourself.

You went to law school.

You never took the bar.

You went to business school.

I can't get you near the office.

You studied languages

you don't speak...

instruments you don't play.

You have girlfriends

you never see more than twice.

Do you see a pattern here?

Who are you to lecture me

about closeness?

Your idea

of a long-term relationship...

is giving your date

a chance to order dessert.

I don't have time for dessert.

I'm too busy with this company.

You're a grown man, David.

Finish something.

Elizabeth Tyson's the best thing

that ever happened to you...

and you told me so yourself.

I would like

to propose a toast.

To my baby girl...

Dr. Elizabeth Tyson,

talented MD.

And to my future son-in-law,

David Larrabee, lucky SOB.

Just kidding, David.

No, we're all very lucky.

Not only is this the joining

forever of two gorgeous people...

but two gorgeous companies.

Hear, hear.

I want to wish you all the luck

and happiness you deserve.

And...

may your first child

be a masculine child.

It's from Serpico.

Tell Yoshi to bring

the Port de Bello.

- You're quite a linguist.

- Yes.

I traveled a lot

before I married Patrick.

I was a stewardess.

Now they call them

flight attendants.

Oh, really?

I bet I could still get your

seat back in the upright position.

Whenever they try to be funny,

it comes out perverse...

or terrifying.

- I see.

- You'll get used to it.

...to be sure to tell you

that she misses you...

and sends all of you her love.

But what does she say

about the engagement?

You didn't tell her.

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