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So why are we here?

- Just a little pregame

before the big stuff.

Calm down.

- How long are we gonna be here?

- All night, b*tch.

- Look, it is all going to be fun.

I promise we have a

full night planned out.

Don't be this way.

- What way?

Yeah.

Okay, fine.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

You know what?

It's gonna be tons of fun.

I'm gonna go get a drink.

- Can I wait in the car?

- Hey!

Hot bartender, how about a round

of oatmeal cookie shots for me

and my super-cute ladies over there?

- Hey, need some help, lover?

- He's being a jerk.

Forget him.

- Hey, Brandon.

- Hi, Nella.

What can I do ya for?

- Are you givin' my girl some problems?

- Pretty good problem causer.

- Well, I have a problem

that I need solved.

- I'll give it a shot.

- See, the thing

is I wanna get drunk.

It's my bachelorette party,

and I don't have a drink in my hand.

- Maybe your girl shoulda told me that.

I might have been a little nicer for ya.

- Brandon, are you

gonna get me what I want?

- Let's get a shot.

I'm so excited!

- Well, can we go to Amici's.

Thank you.

- You know when you get your second round.

- Well, I actually have to be careful,

because you know how I

get when I get drunk.

- Don't tempt me.

- The girl's getting married tomorrow,

in case you cared.

- A girl's gotta enjoy

her last night of freedom.

- What's that supposed to mean?

You're disgusting.

- I didn't hear any complaining

from you the other night.

- F*** you.

- Wait a second.

Do I know Brandon?

- You know Brandon.

Brandon Scott from high school.

- Oh, God.

That was Brandon Scott?

- I heard he's been selling drugs.

- I heard he once slept with his cousin.

- I heard that you watch porn.

- No, I do not!

That is disgusting!

No, I don't...

- Okay,

can we get to the part

where it became necessary

to call me at three a.m.?

- May you and David live

a long and happy life

full of laughter and loyalty and love.

- Yay, cheers!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Here we go!

Yummy!

- Oh, my God!

- What?

- This is the song.

- Oh!

- Cheer squad, take it away!

- A cheer song?

I'm not doing this song.

- It still works, you remember?

- I don't remember.

- Oh, come on, come on.

You, hurry up, come here!

- Okay, I'm here.

- Five, six, seven, eight.

Right!

- Oh, my God!

I can't believe I remembered everything.

- So embarrassing, right?

- So wait, BFFs forever, right?

- Of course.

- Promise?

- Why?

- Okay, I have to pee, hold on!

- You remember that one time you fell?

- Oh, yeah.

That was really funny.

- When I called, they said

it was just beer and wine,

and now everyone's

getting stupid and drunk.

- You know what you need?

You need to get laid.

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