Serendipity Page #4

- We're going up here.|- Oh, that's okay.|Josh likes to ride either way.

- Don't you, Josh?|- [ Growling ]

Don't do that!|Don't touch those!

Hey, calm down.|He's just a kid.

[ Hisses ]

- Looks like we've stopped.|- [ Hisses ]

[ Snarling ]

[Yelling, Indistinct]

- We're going again.|- Thank you.

-[Josh]|Where is she? Is she here?|- No, no. I don't think so.

Come on, Josh.|Let's go, buddy.

[Jonathan]|Okay, stay alert.

- [Josh Crying ]|- Is she here?

- No, not here.|Back in the elevator.|- She's not here?

- Come on! Come on!|Move it! Come on, boy!|- [ Dog Barks ]

Hey, Sara. I'm sorry.

- Hey. I'm sorry.|- What?

I'm sorry.

[Man] I usually have to|beg to be a part of weddings.

And if I do get into the wedding,|of course they postponed it,

and it's overseas somewhere,|and they've canceled my passport,

and I can't be a part of it,|and it's ridiculous|and awkward and horrible.

So thank you.|I take this very seriously.

It's a gift|to be the best man.

They say that once in your lifetime,|someone comes along...

whom you're absolutely|meant to be with.

Everything feels great,|stars are aligned,

body and spirit|are in balance.

Formy friend|Jonathan Trager,

that person was me.

But as you know,|Jonny and I were simpatico.

We were brothers|from another mother.

We were friends|since freshman year.

I watched him go out|with woman after woman,|and he'd always come crawling--

he would come crawling|back to me.

- It was embarrassing.|- You loved it.

But then one night he came home|and things were different.

His adole scent dream of becoming|a documentary filmmaker|was a thing of the past.

- Thank God.|- He hardly even responded...

to my playful yet tormented|flicks of my finger...

against the soft part of his skull|as he studied for finals.

And that is because|he had found her.

The woman he was meant to be with.|And if anyone is qualified...

to know when he met his soul mate,|it would be me, his first wife.

She's smart, she's funny,|she's beautiful.

In short, she's the kind of woman|that any man would dream about.

And I think we all have.|So it is with sadness...

and fond, fond memories...

that I raise my glass...

to the new|Mrs. Jonathan Trager.

I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you something. My friends,|if I had to lose Jonny to anyone,

I can't imagine|a more perfect woman than Halley.

Cheers to both of you.

- How drunk is he|on a scale of one to ten?|- Twelve.

You think we'll ever out-romance|Dean and Courtney?

- I don't know. I don't think|I've ever seen them fight.|- Me neither.

Must be a b*tch|on their sex life.

We have a pomegranate souffle|which is amazing, which is|different than the sorbet.

Listen, we'd love|to join you guys,

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