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Hey, buddy. I ain't got
nothing about this rig.

You're gonna have to take it
someplace...else.

What the hell?

* Cold sweat *

* Heat vision *

* Dream cream *

* Nocturnal emission *

* Here comes the heat *

* Here comes the sweat *

* Coming down with something *

* That'll leave you wet *

* Sex flu got me
scratchin' the itch *

* Sex flu like
a son of a bitch *

Hmm.

* Feel my
temperature rise *

Not bad.

Some of your framing's
a little bit obvious.

Cuts are jumpy,
but that's to be expected

from an amateur
like yourself.

Well, I cut it
in the camcorder.

Not finished.

But overall,
you got a decent eye.

Thanks.

You're hired.

Cool.

Purely on a trial basis,
of course.

Of course.

Sunday, 3 p.m. sharp.

And don't forget
to wear a suit.

You know what? I think
this is going to be
really good for you.

Yeah, well, we're
just trying things out
on a trial basis,

seeing how well
we work together.

I think Barry can end up
being a really good mentor.

Look at this. This is
going to be us some day,

all old, wrinkly,
and adorable.

Uh, how about this one?

The 400 Blows?

I'm not watching porn.

It's not porn.
It's a classic.

Classic, yeah.

But,
since you mention it...

[gasp] No.

Oh, yeah. Let's do it.

- Stop. No, I--
- Let's go.

Everybody's
going to judge us.

I don't like that.

Dad?

David.

This-- This isn't
the Westerns section.

No.

Then why are there
saloon doors?

What the hell is this?

Oh, it's called a smoothie.

It smells like
grass clippings.

Wow, look at you.

Hi, handsome.

You're not eloping,
are you?

I'm videoing a wedding
at the club.

Oh, you're friends
with the groom?

This is a favor
or something?

No, it's a gig,
right, honey?

That's what you
call it, right?

Oh, uh, job.
Just job.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So you're getting
paid for this?

Uh, yeah. $75.

I got to run.

- Okay.
- Bye.

Bye.

Think he gets his
artistic side from me.

Yeah, that's right,
Mrs. Picasso.

What are you
all gussied up for?

Do you ever listen?

I told you.

Margo and I are going
to the community college

to learn about
the real estate classes.

You're going to sell houses?

Yeah. Maybe I am.

Could we not
use the extra money?

Mm.

It's Hanukah
in June, my friend.

I didn't know
Hanukah was in June.

It's in December,
you putz.

How is it my fault
if he cuts me off?

Because it is not worth
getting into an accident.

Good morning,
Mr. Getty, sir.

Walker, here you go.

- It's Wheeler.
- Whatever.

Hurry up, darling.
We're gonna be late.

Yes, Mother.

I don't know why you had
to wear such a gloomy dress.

It's a wedding, not a funeral.

Is there a difference?

[sigh]

Where does she get
all this anger?

Seriously?

[scoff]
I need a white Zin.

* ...the beat
and get up off your feet *

* The beat *

[radio off]

Don't fart in it.

Hey.
[tongue click]

Whoa.

What's wrong
with this picture?

Dude must have
a foot-long dong.

Kind of looks
like you, Wheeler.

Plus ten years.

Minus the dong.

[laughing]

Get back to work.

I need you
to run these lenses
out to my El Camino.

Okay.

And do not
scratch the paint.

- I won't.
- And hurry back.

- No taking a break.
- I wasn't--

Go.

Boychik!
Oy, you clean up nice.

Thanks. I didn't know
you'd be here.

Are you kidding me?

The Kornblatts
and I are like that.

This must be
costing a bundle.

Alan can afford it.

You do know who he is,
right?

Barry said
he's a cardiologist.

That's basically
a side business.

No, all of this was paid for
by Yogurt Whimsy.

The place
next to Super Cuts?

And Crown Books
and Kay-Bee Toys,

and a dozen other locations
throughout North Jersey.

He's even hinted there may
be franchise opportunities

for a few select close friends.

You like frozen yogurt?

God, no. Nobody does except
for fatties and 14-year-olds.

But I like money,
and Alan likes me.

Yeah. And Skip.

Excuse me, David.

I have a reception to win.

Dr. Kornblatt,

beautiful day for
some nuptials, isn't it?

Is that periwinkle blue?

Bold choice.

[chatter]

I'm never getting
married, man.

Yeah? Why not?

Because it's,
like, unnatural.

Humans aren't supposed
to mate for life.

Says who?

- Monkey scientists.
- Oh, yeah?

I read it somewhere.

Guess who funds
their research.

- Who?
- The American Bar Association,

that's who.
Before lawyers came along,

the word "divorce"
didn't even exist
in the English language.

They invented the concept
the same way Hallmark
invented Mother's Day.

Hallmark
invented Mother's Day?

Not even.

You are a schmuck.
Hold my drink.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I wanted to return
your cassette.

Did you like it?

Oh, yeah.

- Awesome.
- It's good.

- [chuckle]
- [chuckle]

Uh...

Oh.
That's pretty fancy.

Oh, yeah.

I've never been in one
of those before.

- No?
- Uh-uh.

Hey, come on.
What are you doing?

- Come on, really?
- Go ahead.

- No.
- Go ahead.

- Really?
- Get in.

- I'll get in trouble.
- No, no.

Oh, my God.

Rizzo,
be my lookout.

All right.

* You tell the ladies
you're a freelance artist *

* Yeah, you're an artist,
but not that kind *

* If you want it... *

Yeah. This is one more thing
I can cross off my list:

get baked
in the back of a limo.

* If you want it,
you got it *

What about you?
What's on your list?

I always thought
it would be cool

to, like, start a cult.

Yeah.

That would.

Okay.
Yeah, but really, what--

like, where do you see
yourself in five years?

- Five years?
- Yeah.

I mean, I-- I can
hardly imagine myself

five months from now,

except that it'll be
November,

so I'll probably
need a sweater.

What else is on your list?

[cough] I don't know.

[cough] Normal stuff.

Get married, have kids.

Like, little LeFevres?

God, no.

- Really?
- No.

You don't think you--

you two will end up
together?

No way.

[cough] For one thing,

Misty LeFevre sounds

like a Staten Island
stripper.

[coughing]

Right?

Yeah.

Also, I'm also not
going to make

the same mistake my ma did

and marry some jerk-off
with 12 bucks to his name.

No?

No.

No, when I get married,

it's going to be
to somebody rich

because I could
get used to this.

Oh.

Yeah.

[chuckle]

Oh, please.
I've been trying

to get this one to take
a break for years.

Take a vacation, even a long
weekend in the Hamptons.

But does he listen? No.

He's going to keep burning
the candle at both ends

until he keels over his desk,
just like his father.

All right.

So you think you got a shot

of taking the club championship

from Stan Fineberg this year?

I'm working on it.

That Fineberg's
quite a competitor.

Oh, he's more
than a competitor.

Dr. Fineberg
is a miracle worker.

Mm.

Yeah. Nice work.

Beautiful affair, by the way.

Fucking Fineberg, man.

What the miracle is

is that he gets away with
charging what he does.

Is it my imagination,
or does she actually
look worse?

Ehh. So you're saying
you're not going to pay
for my face lift?

I-- You don't need it.

Ah. Yet.

I'll tell you
when you need it.

Yes, I'm sure you will,
and you will pay for it.

This is bullshit.

Careful, Nasser.

In a few years, these kids
are going to be tipping you.

Oh, yeah?
Here's a tip for you.

Kiss my sweet brown tuchus.

That means ass.

Thank you, Golda Meir.

Not going to finish
your mac and cheese?

No, please go ahead.
I've got business
to attend to.

Dr. Kornblatt, is this
a wonderful affair or what?

Hi, Amanda and Michael.
It's the Gormans.

Deborah and Marvin.

From your mother's
walking group.

We just want to wish you

a happy and healthy marriage
full of love and laughter.

Oh, and if you don't
like the plate warmer,

you can just take it
back to Macy's.
Wait, wait.

Hey, you two.
Dale and Jean here.

My gosh, Amanda,

I don't think I've ever
seen such a beautiful bride.

You're one lucky man, Mike.

But in all seriousness,

we want to wish you a long life
full of happiness and joy.

And may all your ups and downs
be between the sheets.

Amanda,

I can't believe you're
already all grown up

and leaving the nest.

This is truly
a bittersweet occasion

for your mother
and father and I.

Just knowing
that you're so happy

makes it a little bit
easier to say goodbye.

** [easy listening]

Male singer:
* I feel so sad *

* Those never knew
true love *

* So sad *

Say we take this up
50 notches.

* Those that's been hurt *

- [record scratches]
- * By love... *

** [salsa]

Nasser: Ho ho ho ho!

Everybody get up
out of your seats,

and let's get
this party started!

There is no wedding
like a Kornblatt wedding

because a Kornblatt wedding,
it never stops.

Come with me, ladies, please.

Oh, my God,
now we're dancing.

Now we're definitely dancing.

Just loosen the hips.

Oh, she resists at first,

but then she is taken
by the rhythm of the night.

And here-- Oh, my goodness,
Where's your dance partner?

What happened to him?

* I'll tumble for ya *

* I'll tumble for ya *

Maybe a bit--

* I'll tumble for ya *

* I'll tumble *

* I get a crazy feeling *

Oh yeah.
Skip? Not a conga man?

* It's nothing
that you do to me *

* It's nothing that you said *

* It's love in stereo *

Ooh!

Got to hurt a bit. Ooh!

* I'll be your baby *

* I'll be your score *

[cheering]

[chatter]

- So wonderful.
- Let's get the door here.

- ...for you.
- Onwards and upwards.

To the first of many best
days of your lives.

Have a wonderful honeymoon.
Thank you so much.

[chatter]

Do you smell pot?

- [grunt]
- Raah!

[chuckling]

Here you go, sir.

Call me Ganz.

Hello, Ganz.
I'm Wheeler.

I know.

You do?

Mm-hmm. I've been
asking around.

I hear you're the guy
to talk to about...

scoring bud.

Right on.
How much you need?

I'm not asking you
to sell to me.

I'm asking you
to sell for me.

Oh. You know,
thanks, man, uh,

but I already have
a supplier,

and his mom's kind of hot,
so I like to go over there.

Not weed.

Huh?

Lots of deep pockets
in this place.

Bankers, bond traders,
bored housewives,

and every one of them's
got a nose.

You could clear
3 G's a week easy.

I don't know, man.

You know what?

Think about it.
Give me a call.

"Press pound
after the tone"?

What happens
after I press pound?

It sends the message
to this.

Oh. Whoa.

You're Batman.

What's up, sweet cheeks?

Mm. Let me have a couple
of cognacs, please.

I have to get
another bottle.

All right. Well,
get a move on, please.

I don't like to keep
Dr. Kornblatt waiting.

And you're sure
about this?

Could hear from
the Feds any day.

Well, that's--
that's fantastic.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

Seriously, you and Margaret
can go buy a small island.

She's got her eye
on Manhattan. [laughing]

Seriously, this is what
we call fuck-you money.

Good.

Because there are
a lot of people

to whom I'd like
to say "Fuck you."

Well, go get 'em.

Starting with this guy.

Hey, Al,

fuck you.

Good afternoon, Mr. Getty.

Nasser, how are you?

Lovely affair
we're having here.

Yes, it is.
Yes, it is.

Who's that, uh,

rather distinguished-looking
gentleman

you were speaking with?

Old friend of mine

who is about to become
a very wealthy man.

Uh, oh?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, yeah.

The company he founded has
a new drug coming to market.

It's supposed to be
for arthritis,

but turns out to be

only slightly less
effective than aspirin.

So what's so special
about it?

It grows hair.

Like on your head?

Everywhere.
But you can shave.

FDA's supposed
to approve it any day,

and when it does,

his company's stock
is going to-- pow.

And, uh, what might
the name of the company be?

That's a good try, Nasser.

You know, I could offer you
some free lessons.

It's about
what they're worth.

That was needlessly cruel.

I don't know
about needless.

- You, uh--
- Hmm?

Mr. Getty, I--
I was merely trying

to follow your advice

on getting into
the stock market.

Buying and selling securities

based on privileged
information,

that's a crime.
That's called insider trading.

People go to jail for that.

Oh, so you're not
actually going

to take advantage
of your friend's tip?

Mm. Mm.

You're funny.

- Yeah?
- You're funny.

Good, good. Funny is good.

Just trying to get
a laugh there.

What are you doing out here?

What's it look like?

I couldn't spend another
minute in there.

You don't like weddings?

They're the worst.

They're so boring,

especially when you're
by yourself.

Why didn't you bring
your, uh, boyfriend?

Who?

The, uh, older guy?

Your dad's business
associate?

Martin?

He's not my boyfriend.

I don't have boyfriends.

Do you know anything
about the stars?

Uh, not really.

Everything looks
like a dipper to me.

I wish they offered
astronomy at my school.

Where do you go?

Sarah Lawrence.

You like it there?

Um, my studio classes
are okay.

Some of the people
are a little bit fake,

but then so are people
everywhere.

Ah. I hear you.

I mean, those flower girls?
Total frauds.

Are you making fun of me?

Yeah. I believe I am, yeah.

Wow.

Don't get me wet.
I'm working.

Yeah. I noticed.

You're, uh...

you're quite
the Renaissance man,

teaching tennis,
filming weddings,

studying art history.

Is there anything
you can't do?

Math.

[chuckling]
That's fine.

Everybody's
terrible at math,

except, like, physicists
and astronomers.

Or accounting majors.

Y--

Seriously?

You sound surprised.

[chuckle]

It's pretty much
the last thing

I would have guessed.

Why?

You just don't--
You don't strike me

as the numbers
crunching type.

You have the wrong face.

What kind of face do I have?

[laughing]
I don't know. I--

What the hell
is going on here?

Your mother and I
are ready to go.

- Get your things.
- David and I were
just having a chat.

- Now.
- Okay.

Let's go.

- Cover yourself.
- I--

Dad, I'm not a child.

No.
You're still my child.

How many fucking jobs
do you have around here?

Just two.

Saving up for a car?

No. Uh, I want to get
a place in the city.

I thought you go to NYU.

Yeah. I commute.

I caddied.

All through high school
and college.

- Really?
- Yep.

I washed dishes, too.

Not here. Another club.

I think we had different
stars back then.

That was 30 years ago.

Feels like five minutes.

I should probably
be getting back.

Yeah.

- [laughing]
- I kept seeing these
multiple invoices.

And the guy had the nerve

to double bill me
on the shipment.

Needless to say,
we no longer purchase

our chocolate jimmies
from that asshole.

[laughing]

Here you are, Alan.

A little cognac
for you this evening.

Thanks, Nasser.

And please
raise a glass,
if you've got one,

to Amanda.
May she birth you
several grandsons.

May they take after her
and not that schmuck
she married.

[laughing]

Yes, schmuck, yes.

Honey, we should get going.

We should go.

This has been a heck
of a lot of fun.

Nasser, thank you for
making a night of it.

Oh, the pleasure
is all mine.

It's not every day
one gets to share
such a special occasion

with such a dear friend.

I should give you my card.

Oh, certainly.
I would be very eager

to discuss
the many intricacies

of the frozen dessert
business.

It's the gold Seville.

Can you have them
bring it around?

I got to hit the head.

Hello.
I'm Orville Redenbacher.

With my famous
gourmet popping corn.

And my gourmet
microwave popping corn

in handy
pop-and-serve bags.

My special kernels pop
lighter and fluffier
than other corn.

So do mine. Just pop it
in the microwave...

- There he is.
- Hey.

Then pop it in your mouth.

Where's Mom?

Ah, she's
having a girls' night

with some of her
lady friends.

You're just in time.
They're having

a Sergio Leone
movie marathon.

Up next, Once Upon
a Time in America,

with De Niro playing a Jew.

Come on. Sit down.
It's been forever

since we had a guys only
movie night.

Sure.

Hey, how about
some snacks, huh?

Your mother thinks she has
this drawer booby trapped.

But she forgets
that I was in Korea,

and I think
I have it cracked.

Now, don't you say a word,

or she'll kill me.

I'll tell you how it ends.

* Cold sweat *

* Heat vision *

* Dream cream *

* Nocturnal emission *

* Going to run *

* A flash fever *

* Mercury rising *

* Up the thermometer *

* Hot mama,
draw me a bath *

* We'll splish and splash *

* And sweep the spot
through the cracks *

* Here comes the heat *

* Here comes the sweat *

* Coming down with something *

* That'll leave you wet *

* Sex flu, got me
scratchin' the itch *

* Sex flu, like
a son of a bitch *

* Sex flu, feel my
temperature rise *

* In between your thighs *