The Wedding Singer Page #4

since the third grade.

It makes sense.

That's when Mom and Dad died.

He wants to start

a family of his own.

Check out the cake.

There's only

a little groom on top.

You're late.

I'm sorry.

I just couldn't do it.

If you need some more time,

I guess I can wait.

No, I don't need

more time, Robbie.

I don't ever want to marry you.

You know, that information...

might have been a little

more useful to me yesterday.

I've been talking to my friends

the last couple of days...

Here it comes.

And I think I figured out

what's been bothering me.

I'm not in love with Robbie now.

I'm in love with Robbie

six years ago...

Robbie, the lead singer

of Final Warning...

when I used to come and

watch you from the front row...

in your spandex pants...

your silk shirt unbuttoned...

licking the microphone

like David Lee Roth.

I still got the spandex.

I'll put them on right now.

The point is,

I woke up this morning...

and I realized I'm about

to marry a wedding singer.

I am never going

to leave Ridgefield.

Why do you need

to leave Ridgefield?

We grew up here.

All our friends are here.

It's the perfect place

to raise a family.

Living in your sister's

basement with five kids...

while you're off every

weekend doing wedding gigs...

at a whopping 60 bucks a pop?

Once again...

things that could have been

brought to my attention...

yesterday!

The fact is,

we grew apart a long time ago.

You wanted to get married.

You didn't care to who.

That's not true. I love you.

Come here.

I want to spend

the rest of my life with you.

Hey, Linda.

You're a b*tch.

Thanks, Petey.

Go back to the house.

He might have

Tourette's syndrome.

We're looking into it.

I got to go.

I'm sorry.

Ninety-nine Luftballons...

Glenn!

Don't be so jumpy.

These are for you.

Thank you.

They're beautiful.

I have something else for you.

Two airplane tickets

to Las Vegas?

Oh, my God, Glenn!

I know you wanted

to set a date...

so I went to the travel agent

and set it.

Glenn, I love you so much...

but Las Vegas? I thought--

Jules, it's the romance

capital of the world.

I just don't want

a big wedding--

hundreds of people

we don't know...

that are just there

for the free drinks...

and all-you-can-eat buffet.

They might as well be in Vegas.

Las Vegas it is,

and it'll be great.

Are you going to do

the girl thing?

You're going to act happy

and be pouting on the inside?

I'm happy.

All right.

Let's get married here.

I know that's what you want.

Thank you, Glenn.

It's more important

to you anyway.

I promise I will give you

the most beautiful wedding...

and even you'll have

a good time.

It's about time

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