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[silence]

�� [jazz]

AARON: If you wanna be
successful with women,

you have to overcome fear.

Fear of rejection,
fear of embarrassment,

fear of inadequacy, whatever.

You can't be afraid.

As a rule, if I look back...

and she looks back, too...

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Aaron.

The intro is important.

But follow-up is everything.

A lot of guys wait
two or three days to call.

I think that's stupid.

Women wanna feel wanted.

I call 'em that day.

Hey, sweetheart, it's Aaron.

We met earlier today.

I take 'em to my favorite spot
right away.

Never the movies.

You want their attention
on you,

not some jackass movie star.

Good conversation is important,

but making 'em laugh
is even more important.

But to close the deal,
you gotta make it sexy.

And I know all about
making it sexy.

I work in advertising,
which is all about seduction.

You have to seduce people to
wanna buy what you're selling,

and I'm good at what I do.

Very good at what I do.

I find most women
give it up on the first date.

Of course, they always
give the disclaimer.

I never did it this fast
with anybody before.

That means she always
gives it up fast.

I just go along with it.

I feel so honored.

The worst part is afterwards

when you just want 'em
to go home.

Hey, sweetheart.

Let's get you home, okay?

Don't want you
driving home too late.

That was amazing.
You're amazing.

Legs behind the head thing
was mind-blowing. I mean...

Sorry. I just have
to get up early.

Got a presentation.

These are really cute.

So are you. Um...

Call me. Make sure
you got home okay.

Okay.

And no, I don't hate women.
I love women.

I just don't fall in love
with women.

I live a very blessed life.

I'm in my mid-30s,
I got a great job,

no wife and no kids.

And I damn sure don't feel
like I'm missing out

on the whole
wife and kids thing.

Don't get me wrong.

I don't have anything
against that lifestyle.

It's just not for me.

[no audible dialogue]

..9231.

- Got it. Talk to you soon.
- Talk to you soon.

But I'm getting ahead
of myself.

I'm on my way to meet Kayla,

and I'm trying to figure out
how to tell her.

As many times
as I've done this,

you'd think it'd be easy.

But Kayla's different.

I really like her.

I met Kayla
walking down the street, too.

Well, I didn't
actually meet her.

But that's the first time
I saw her.

And when I saw her again,
I knew I had to make a move.

Hi, I'm Aaron.

Of course
I didn't wait to call.

I probably called Kayla faster
than I've ever called anybody.

Hey, Kayla, how you doin'?
It's Aaron.

We met about 35 minutes ago.

We went to the spot
for dinner and all that,

but it was different.

Kayla was easier to talk to

than anybody
I've ever gone out with.

I mean, I genuinely
had a good time.

Shit, she was making me laugh.

Of course,
I put the sexy on her.

But she put
even more sexy on me.

I was sure Kayla would
give it up on our first night.

After all,
most women do, right?

Instead, we ended up laughing
and talking all night.

Even though
she didn't give it up,

I let her crash
for the entire night.

What the fuck
was wrong with me?

I even let her
stay for breakfast.

Next thing I knew,
we were hanging out.

And I have to be honest.

I hadn't had this much fun
since I was a kid.

But she still didn't
give it up.

I couldn't believe
I was just letting it happen.

The more I got to know Kayla,
the more I got to like her.

She had a lot of
good qualities.

She had a great job
at an accounting firm,

she had her own place,
she was single, no kids,

she wasn't crazy,
she worked out,

she didn't smoke
but she liked to drink,

she listened to jazz
and reggae,

she watched sports,

she didn't go to church,
but she believed in God,

she liked dirty jokes,

and most importantly,
she was really smart.

Checkmate.

Really, really smart.

Trust me when I tell you,

when she finally gave it up,

it was worth the wait.

It was weird.

Even when I wasn't with her,
I was thinking about her.

What the fuck
was wrong with me?

That was when I realized
the time had come.

Hey.

How was your day?

It was okay.
How was yours?

Fantastic. Even better now
that I saw you, cutie pie.

So you all ready for tonight?

Yeah, we got everything
delegated and planned out.

It should be a good time.

I bet.

Kayla, there's...

There's something I wanted
to talk to you about.

Yeah, there's something
I need to tell you, too.

You first.

Okay. Um...

Well, I...

don't really know
how to say this, so I...

I guess I'll just say it.

I got a job offer in Chicago.

It's with the same company
doing the same job

for the same amount of money.

I put in for a transfer
a couple months back

because, I don't know,
I guess I just wanted a change.

That was before I met you.

I don't have to take the job.

I just basically wanted
to run it by you to...

see what you thought
before I made a decision.

Trust me, I'm not trying to put
any pressure or cables on you.

Just wanna know
what you thought.

So what do you think?

I think you should take it.

- You do?
- Hell yeah!

Chicago is a great city.

Maybe a change is just
what you need right now.

If I had a chance
to move to Chicago,

I'd do it in a heartbeat.
Hell yeah!

Thanks for being
so supportive.

So what did you
want to tell me?

Oh, you know,
it was nothing.

I forgot it already.

But I am so stoked
to hear about Chicago.

I mean, you are so lucky!

Maybe I can even
come visit you sometime.

Hell yeah.
Sorry to cut this short.

I'd better go
and give my notice.

You guys have fun tonight.

- Congrats again, gorgeous.
- Thanks.

You know what, Aaron?
I was really hoping

that when I told you
I was thinking about leaving

that you would say to me

you would slit your wrists
with a butter knife

or drown yourself in a puddle

or throw yourself in front of
a speeding yellow school bus!

Guess I was wrong.

You are a really
great guy, Aaron.

You need to stop
being so afraid.

Afraid of what?

For some strange reason,
I have an urge to go after her.

But it's getting late,
and I gotta pick up Sean.

[horn honking]

[horn honking]

Oh, oh!
One second, asshole!

And quit honking the goddamn
horn in front of my house!

You knew I was coming,
motherfucker! Hurry up!

[door slams]

Sean and I have always had
a great relationship.

We've been best friends
since the fourth grade

when I used to get shaken down
for my milk money

by Biff Bartowski.

Sean used to get
shaken down by Biff, too,

so we decided to join forces...

and get shaken down together.

Even then,
we made a great team.

Finally, when our balls
got a little bigger,

we beat the shit
out of Biff Bartowski.

We've been best buds
ever since,

all through elementary school,
high school,

college roommates,
joined at the fuckin' hip.

Most of all,
we were into girls.

Lots and lots and lots

and lots of girls.

Sean and I always
worked as a team.

Sean's an engineer.

Although his job isn't
quite as sexy as mine,

he's good at what he does.

Very good at what he does.

Sean and I vowed
to never, ever settle down.

Unfortunately,
the rest of the fellas

were dropping like flies.

I swear, every month
I got another invite

for another guy's wedding.

It was like getting
their obituary.

And after our friends
were married,

they were never the same.

It was like they were suffering

from post-traumatic
stress disorder.

Sean and I were gonna
live the fun life.

We gonna love them ho's!

Forever.

Ah!

Until one night...

Sean met Irene.

�� [romantic]

Sean took Irene to dinner,
kept her laughing,

blah, blah, blah.

But the idiot forgot
his wallet and cell phone.

Turns out Irene only had
seven bucks herself.

[record scratches]

To make a long story short,
Irene washed and Sean dried.

I'll say this about Irene:
She must've really liked Sean

because she
went out with him again.

And again and again and again.

Sean had fallen in love.

I'm not a hater,

but I'd be lying if I said
I wasn't a little...

disappointed.

What?

Now come the bad times.

About six months ago--

God, I don't even
wanna say it--

Sean proposed to Irene.

Of course she said yes.

Believe me, I tried to talk
some sense into him,

but Sean being Sean
wasn't trying to hear it.

And now his dumb ass
is getting married.

Tomorrow.

[car horn honking]

You motherfucker.

Gross, gross.

I've been trying to talk Sean
out of this marriage madness

since he first proposed.

I've tried everything.

You gonna come up for oxygen
anytime soon?

No? Okay.

Tonight is my last chance
to save my best friend

- from eternal damnation.
- Bye, honey!

- We miss you!
- Bye, babe!

Desperate circumstances
call for desperate measures.

I can't fuckin' stand her.

She's driving me crazy over
not having enough goddamn chairs

for the reception.

Goddamn fuckin' chairs!

It looks like you have a lot
to look forward to

getting married there, buddy!

[groans]

So is loverboy ready
for tonight, huh? Huh?

Without a fuckin' doubt.

Yeah, bullshit.

Oh, you'll see.
Tonight old Sean is back.

I just hope
you're steppin' up your game.

Oh, don't worry about me,
Kemosabe.

You just let me do
what I do.

So where are we headin'?

Floyd's.

- [engine starts]
- Floyd's.

Get the fuck outta here.

You get the fuck
outta here.

We met Floyd in college.

Floyd has always been
just like he is now:

straight-laced,
God-fearing, organized,

responsible, nervous
and uptight.

But if you really wanna
understand Floyd,

we have to first talk
about his wife Joy.

Floyd met Joy
right out of college.

If you ask me, she basically
strong-armed Floyd to marry her

'cause she knew Floyd
would be a good partner.

She and Floyd made a lot
of dough doing real estate,

even though Floyd
does all the work

and Joy takes all the credit.

Joy really cracks
the whip on Floyd, too.

We've seen her
grab him by the collar

and shake him like
she was his mama.

The company is in her name,

the house, the cars,
the bank account.

She even--
[chuckles]

I shouldn't laugh
because it's pretty bad.

She even gives Floyd
an allowance.

Poor Floyd.

Luckily, Joy's out of town
for the weekend.

Took me forever
to convince Floyd

to let me host the bachelor
party at his place.

It had to be somewhere special.

- Floyd!
- Hey, Floyd!

I promised Floyd
it would just be Sean

and his six groomsmen.

I mean, come on.

How out of control
could that possibly get?

Yeah!

Floyd!

I'm shutting it down, Aaron.

We are already off
to a very bad start.

A very, very, very, very,
very bad start.

Okay, Floyd, take a deep breath
and calm the fuck down.

[exhales]

We agreed! No drugs!
[echoing]

SEAN: What are you
talking about?

Your convict cousin is--

He's brought drugs
into my house,

and he's preparing
to do them as we speak!

Oh, shit,
Jesse's already here?

- I'm sure it's just weed.
- Just weed?

Yeah, in fact, maybe you
should smoke some. It'll...

[whistles]

Stay cool.
I'll take care of it.

No, I can't stay cool!

Aw, perfect.

Who's here?

Harold. It's Harold!

How you doin', Harold?

Harold is another buddy
from college.

Harold's got a wife, two kids,
and a big job at a bank.

Overall, he's a great guy.

But Harold has
a serious problem.

Porno flicks, cybersex,
porn magazines, strip clubs.

You name it,
Harold's into it.

Harold is one of those guys
who doesn't mind spending.

And he never wants to go home.

I mean, he never, ever, ever,
ever wants to go home.

But if you went home with
Harold and saw his wife,

you might understand.

I don't like
to call people ugly,

but Harold's wife
is fucking hideous.

And God forgive me
for saying this:

Even the kids are ugly.

I can honestly say
that tonight's event

means more to Harold
than anybody.

And he's not even
the one getting married.

Maybe you could come
socialize, huh?

Hey, guys.

STANLEY: This is bullshit!

That chick I met
on ChristianMingle?

Lesbian.

Then I spent all my goddamn
money on this goddamn liquor.

Fuckin' in debt
'cause of that monkey suit.

This is bullshit, man!
This is bullshit!

Stanley is Sean's older
and only brother.

I call Stanley
the ultimate pessimist

because he has to be the most
negative motherfucker

to ever walk the planet.

He sees the negative side
of everything,

especially
when it comes to Sean.

- Freeze!
- Ohh!

Shit! Just the motherfucker
I wanna see. What's up, man?

You ready to tie the knot
tomorrow, cousin?

You mean get sentenced?

Hey, man, you're lookin' good.
It's a slick shirt, cousin.

That's the ugliest fuckin'
shirt I've ever seen.

- You deal with that.
- Thank you, Stanley.

According to Sean, Stanley's
only been remotely happy

one time in his life.

Supposedly, this is
a true fuckin' story.

Stanley had just
gotten married.

He thought his wife was
the most wonderful woman

on the entire goddamn planet.

Stanley was actually in love.

But that night,

a demon killed Stanley's wife

and took over her body.

[roars]

From that point on,
Stanley lived with a demon.

The demon eventually divorced
Stanley and took everything.

He's got three kids
the demon won't let him see,

but he pays child support for.

He's got a bullshit job where
he's overworked and underpaid.

He's in debt,
the IRS is on his ass,

he's got high blood pressure.

I could go on,
but it's all bad.

Sean wanted his big brother
to be his best man.

But I don't think
Stanley felt too honored.

I can't afford this.
This party is costing me

an arm and
three fuckin' legs, man!

I always feel kinda sorry
for Stanley.

It has to be shitty
to go through life

always seeing and expecting
the bad in everything.

I'm probably
gonna get cancer...

in my cock.

Hey, man,
I've been waitin' on you.

The man of honor
gets the first puff.

Yeah, boy.

Jesse is
Sean's favorite cousin.

I guess you can say that...

Jesse is a little on
the other side of the law.

Jesse's done some bad things.

[man shouting]

Some really bad things.

And he's been locked up
more than a few times.

But despite his rap sheet,
Jesse has a heart of gold.

Fortunately, Jesse was
released just in time

to be a groomsman
in the wedding.

Hey, man,
you take care of that?

Oh, yeah, man, for sure.
Butterfly's bringing her girls.

Butterfly?

Butterfly is Jesse's wife,

and she's just as tough
as Jesse.

Butterfly's done
some bad things.

[woman shouting]

Some really bad things.

But whenever Jesse
gets locked up,

Butterfly writes him letters,

keeps money on his books
and visits him.

Even I have to admit,

Jesse and Butterfly
are perfect for each other.

One of Butterfly's many
hustles is managing strippers.

According to Jesse,
she's got real quality product.

- Fuckin' A!
- [Jesse laughs]

Yeah, man, she's got
a batch of 'em comin'.

But listen,
Butterfly don't take no shit

when it comes to clients
messin' with her girls.

Don't worry about it, man.
Listen.

We're all respectable men.

- It's all good.
- All right.

Let's have a good night then.

Wait a minute!
Aaron, what is he doing?

Floyd, listen.
Hey, listen.

Nobody is going
to jail, okay?

- But we agreed. No drugs!
- It's just marijuana.

Besides, it's medicinal.
It's fine.

[doorbell rings]

Listen, I'm gonna get that.
You just sit down right here.

Relax and, uh...

inhale.

Yeah, there you go.

Don't forget to lock the door!

- Hey, you wanna hit this shit?
- No!

I was really hoping
Miles could make it.

It's been a minute
since we've seen him.

We're all so damn proud of him.

We get excited whenever
we get a chance to see--

Gus?

The one and only.

Gus wasn't invited.

Now surely
you assholes know

that a party ain't a party
without the Gus-Man, right?

How did you know
we were here?

Hey, you never know
what to expect from ol' Gus.

Guess that's what makes me
such an outstanding person.

[spits]

Whoo! Yes!

It reminds me of that game
against Mount Vernon High.

You remember that game, right?

Sean and I know Gus
from high school.

Most people don't like Gus.

To be honest, I'm not
too crazy about him myself.

And I smashed that puck

right through
that goalie's five-hole.

Gus has a lot of
unlikeable qualities.

For instance, he's always
talking about himself.

Always trying to be
the center of attention.

I'm just the type of person
whose light is so bright,

it's kinda hard to be around me,
you know what I mean?

I'm the type of person who
women just find themselves...

And always using
big words out of context.

Because my style,
it's irrevocable, you know?

It's ubiquitous to
my atmospheric surroundings.

But before you
pass judgment on Gus,

you have to understand
what helped mold him

into the asshole he is today.

Although this might
be hard to believe,

Gus used to be the shit.

When we were in high school,

Gus was the number one
hockey player.

Everybody thought he was
gonna go pro, especially Gus,

but his fucked-up attitude
fucked up everything.

Now, 20 years later,

he's still trying
to convince everybody

how great he still is.

Oh ho ho ho ho!

Look who's in
the motherfucking hittee!

Hey, hey!

Who in the heck is this guy?

I don't know him.
He's not one of the groomsmen.

Why is he in my house?

Uh, I'm Gus.

Surely you've heard
Aaron and Sean tell stories

about my glory days
in high school, hello?

I was the shit, no?

Never heard of you, Gus.

Now, would you please
get out of my house?

Gus, this was sort of
an invite-only kinda thing.

Oh, no, no, that's cool.
I invited myself, yeah.

Will somebody
please tell this guy

that a party ain't a party
without the Gus-man?

Hello, hello!
[laughs]

I'm here to see my boy Sean
bitin' the poison apple!

[laughs]

Gus, if you don't leave,

I'll be forced
to call the police.

Is he forced to
call the police?

Man, fuck the police!

I ain't afraid of no popos!

My heart don't pump
no Kool-Aid!

Besides, cops wanted me.

They were begging me
to join their ranks,

They were begging me to join,

but then I realized
I'm too law-abiding to be a cop.

[laughs]

Follow me on that one.

Okay, okay, that's it!

Last warning!
It's gonna get ugly

if you don't get the heck
out of my house!

Floyd, Floyd...

Floyd, Floyd, calm down.

Can you cut Gus a break,
all right?

Okay, sorry.

Aaron promised it would be eight
people total, including me.

Eight people total.

I hear you, and we're sorry.

Look, I will admit,
Gus is an asshole.

But I would feel like a bigger
asshole if I asked him to leave

after he came all this way
to celebrate with me.

Do you know what I'm saying?

So can you just do me
this solid, please?

You promise he won't
touch me anymore?

We'll try our best.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Good. You look sharp,
by the way.

- Very GQ.
- Yes.

Can I borrow that tie
sometime?

- Of course!
- All right.

- It's all good.
- It's all good?

To be honest,
I really wasn't worried.

You guys aren't crazy.

So how's life been
treatin' you, Sean?

- Life's pretty--
- That is so great, man.

My life is just fantastic.
Things are so good with me.

They're just so good,
you know?

They just keep getting
better and better.

My team is doing great.

Then again,
how could they not be

with such a great and
pulchritudinous leader,

you know what I mean?

Hey, so how's the missus, huh?

Or should I say
soon to be missus?

- Irene, she's--
- Oh, man, my wife Mary-Lou,

she's hanging in there.

Once in a while,
she gets a little mouthy,

nothing that a quick backhand
or a right hook can't solve.

You know what I mean? Hey.

Word to the wise
about marriage.

You better establish
your dominance

coming right out
the freaking gate

because if you do not,

you will live
the rest of your days

as a henpecked,
yellow-belly eunuch.

Believe me.

I know.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

[laughs]

Wow, that's crazy.
Speaking of which--

Hey, do you remember
that game that I won for us

against Schroeder High
in our junior year?

I just pulled that article out
yesterday and read it.

They had us down by 11.

The entire team had given up,
but not me.

No, no, no, no.
I knew if I wanted that win,

I had to take over
like a real man.

That's when I sliced that
big overgrown bitch Whittaker

right across his face and
made him bleed out of his chin.

He was crying,
bleeding all over the eyes.

- Do you remember that?
- [doorbell rings]

I think that's Miles.

GUS: You don't remember
that game?

I slashed him right across
his fuckin' face, remember?

I was the fuckin' hero,
remember that?

Make sure you lock the door!

Oh, yeah, there he is!
How you doin'?

How are you, brother?

Good to see you, man.

Miles went to high school
with us, too.

Later this year, he'll be
retiring from a very successful

professional hockey career.

He's pretty fuckin'
rich and famous.

But despite his success,

Miles is probably the humblest
and nicest guy I know.

All right, how's the fam?

Oh, the girl's
too informed, man.

You gotta give 'em mind, man.
They miss Uncle Aaron.

I would love to.
I would love to, man.

- Is everybody here?
- Yeah, everyone's out back.

Oh...

shit!

- What's up, man?
- How are you?

- Good, man, good seeing you.
- Good to see you.

I don't know if any
of the other fellas

have ever noticed
how much Gus hates Miles.

I don't even think
Miles knows it.

Gus's grudge goes all the way
back to high school

when Gus was number one
and Miles was number two.

I guess I can understand why
Gus would be a little envious.

Miles is a star hockey player.

Gus is a high school
hockey coach.

Miles married a model.

Gus's wife is... nice.

Miles is a millionaire.

Gus is broke.

Everybody loves Miles.

Everybody hates Gus.

- Good to see you.
- You, too.

Hey! There he is.

- Hey, brother.
- Oh! Hey, yeah.

- Good to see you, Gus.
- Mmm.

Oh, man, it's been too long.
How's life treatin' ya?

Oh, man,
everything's perfect with me.

It's just--
Couldn't be any better.

Got the fuckin' world
by the ass!

- Nice.
- What's up with you?

Oh, shit! I've been
meaning to tell you.

I saw that game,

your last game that you played
against the Ducks.

Your game seemed
a little off, you know?

Like maybe you couldn't get
around the ice like you used to.

Isn't that a shame when players
play longer than they should?

A guy needs to know when
his time has come and gone.

You know what I mean,
don't you?

- Yeah, I feel you.
- Yeah, cheers.

There's supposed to be
some bitches coming, man.

I'll see you in there.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing. Nothing.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

You were about to call
Irene, weren't you?

What?

No! No.

- Give me your phone.
- No.

Give me your fuckin' phone!
Get the fuck outside!

All right,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm going.

Sean's got it bad.

Worse than I thought.

Although it's kinda weird
not getting any calls

or texts from Kayla.

[romantic music]

We used to randomly
send each other funny texts

and pics throughout the day.

And sometimes
we just hung out,

not even talking
or laughing.

Just silence.

Even when I was sick,

like the time I thought
I had the bubonic plague,

Kayla still came around,

took care of me
and made me laugh.

[romantic music continues]

[record scratches]

What the fuck am I doin'?

Hey, Stanley,
is Uncle Ulysses coming?

How the fuck would I know?

Do I look like a goddamn
party planner?

Fuck!

Tom Cruise-looking
motherfucker!

Uncle Ulysses
is Sean and Stanley's uncle.

Actually,
he's their great-uncle.

Uncle Ulysses is
a real interesting dude.

He's sort of a Renaissance man.

He's traveled the world.

He's met, hung out and
gotten drunk with everybody.

Presidents, kings, movie stars,
gangsters, you name it.

He's been a soldier,
a medicine man,

a fortune teller,
a mercenary,

a migrant fruit-picker,
a pearl diver,

and who know what else.

He never got married
or had any kids.

Most importantly,

it's been said that he's
nailed over 3,000 women.

I believe it.

Uncle Ulysses is most famous
for being a party animal.

He's known worldwide
as being the Yoda of drinking.

On countless occasions,

he's drank Sean and I
under the table.

Literally.

Another thing about
Uncle Ulysses,

he walks everywhere.

Whether it's 20 blocks
or 20 miles, he walks.

And he carries that goddamn
suitcase everywhere he goes.

Although I've inquired
many, many times,

nobody knows what's inside
his goddamn suitcase.

Like I said, Uncle Ulysses
is a real interesting dude.

Aloha!

Hello!

How'd you get in here?

I told you to lock
the front door.

- I did.
- How you doin'?

Well, well.

Hello, you!
[laughs]

- Good to see you, man.
- Oh! Let's party!

Oh! Be careful.

Guys, what is this,
like a gay circle jerk?

I came to see some
titties and ass!

Tonight's collective toast
is to a young man

who's committed to
the most wonderful commitment

an individual can commit to.

Sean, I wish you love, life
and liberty.

All right!

Sean, I love you,
you're my best friend,

but it's not too late
to back out.

- [laughs]
- [applause and cheers]

[gags]

[spits]
Oh!

[laughs]
Pussy!

Hey, Miles, I wanna say
congrats, cuz.

Irene's good people, man.

Hope y'all have a gang
of little motherfuckers, man.

This is to you.

[applause]

There you go.

So long, sucker!

[laughs]

Whoo!

- Hey, man, pass that shit.
- Come on, pass!

Pass, pass, come on!

Fuck.

Congratulations, Sean.

I just wanna wish you and
your new wife all the best.

Please take it easy
on my house.

Oh, no, no.

I've been looking forward
to this a long time.

That's some shit.
[burps]

Congratulations to Sean.

We go way back, my man.

Contrary to what these jokers
are trying to make you believe,

marriage,
it's a beautiful thing.

Just always keep it real
with each other.

- Cheers, my man.
- [applause]

God damn.

Here.

Why you gonna be
an asshole, Stanley?

Suck my dick.

I wanted all of you to be a part
of my big day for a reason.

Each of you helped mold me
into the man I am today.

Yes, I did!

Good... and bad.

[laughs]

I appreciate
every one of you guys.

I fuckin' love you, assholes.

[laughter]

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!
Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!
Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Drink!

Drink! Drink!

- Yeah!
- Ha ha! Yeah!

Here! Keep it full.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Now we got a party.

It's all over the floor.

So when shall we be expecting
these strippers?

Don't worry. We have plenty of
live entertainment

coming shortly.

- That's what I wanna hear!
- Me fuckin', too!

Strippers?
Live entertainment?

- Yeah.
- Dirty.

We had an agreement, Aaron.
Eight people total.

Strippers and/or
live entertainment

makes way more than
eight people!

I'm gonna have
to shut it down, okay?

Okay, guys! That's it!

Wait! Just shut the fuck up
for a second, all right?

You're ruining
the goddamn plan!

Look! Joy is far, far away
from here.

Grow some fuckin' balls,
will ya?

Just calm the fuck down.

Have a great time
and enjoy yourself.

Can you do that?
Can you calm down?

All right,
let's have a good time.

[indistinct chatter]

Can I borrow you
for a second?

Now I wanted tonight
to be special.

I mean really special, okay?

Don't ask me how I did this
'cause I'm never gonna tell you,

but...

I was able to get Epiphany
to come tonight.

What? Epiphany?

To the average person,

the name Epiphany probably
doesn't mean that much.

But those who know

know that Epiphany
is a stripper.

Actually, she used
to be a stripper.

Now...

she's a legend.

Epiphany only makes
special appearances

at select bachelor parties.

Mostly she's hired
to bang the groom

on his last night of freedom.

Word has it, after a guy
hooks up with Epiphany,

he's never the same.

Epiphany's
unbelievably expensive.

But for Sean,
she'll be worth every cent.

I don't-- I don't know
what to say.

There's something else about
Sean that I find amazing.

Sean has never
cheated on Irene.

No bullshit. Never!
That is fucking amazing to me.

In my humble opinion,
cheating is inevitable.

How can you wake up
to the same face everyday

and not get tired of it?

Like I always say,

a guy could line up
all the women in the world

and take his time to pick
what he considers to be

the most beautiful one.

In three months,
he'll be tired of her.

Crap!

Everybody cheats.
You have to keep in mind

men and women
see cheating differently.

The woman wants to know...

I don't care
if you fucked her!

Did you love her?

The guys wants to know...

I don't care if you loved him.

Did you fuck him?

I've never really had
a girlfriend to cheat on.

But I have to admit,

after nailing the last few
girls since I met Kayla,

I did feel a little bad.

Hey, sexy,
let's get you home.

Don't want you
driving home too late.

Matter of fact,
I felt so bad

I actually confessed it
to Kayla.

I couldn't believe
I was snitching on myself.

I'd never done anything
like that before.

It was like
an out-of-body experience.

I expected her to scream, cuss,

scratch my eyes out
and shank me.

But she didn't.

We just talked about it.

And she forgave me.

I mean, I know she wasn't
my girlfriend or anything,

and I shouldn't care, but...

she forgave me.

Wow.

You don't need to say anything.

You know what to do.

Oh, fuck yeah!

- Yeah!
- [cheering]

[doorbell rings]

Oh, shit!

�� [rap]

Good evening, gentlemen.

Whoo!

You all ready to have
a good time tonight?

- Oh, yeah!
- [clapping]

All right.
Here are the rules.

Number one:
Do not touch the girls.

Boo! That's bullshit!

They can touch you,
but you can't touch them.

I'm serious.

Number two: Tip.

Performing tonight
for your visual pleasure

are the finest,
the freakiest,

the most fascinating bitches
to ever work a pole!

- Please!
- Luscious!

Are you boys
ready for the night?

Yummy!

Hello, gentlemen.

Precious.

Who wants to be spanked?

Yeah!

Chastity!

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Delicious.

- Hello, hungry boys.
- Dreamy.

I'll make your dreams
come true.

Temptation.

- You want some of this?
- Sin.

- You guys ready to party?
- Seduction.

Who wants to get nasty?

All right, girls,
go do your thing.

� Make that ass bounce �

� Up and down
like a basketball �

� Your booty's so round
Let's play ratchetball �

Shake that sweet
brown shit, girl.

Mmm! I like what I see.

� Sit this here
Get nasty on that ass you got �

� Girl, you better not
go past me �

� I play the sexophone �

� I don't mind if
you get a little jazzy �

[Harold laughs]

Whoo!

Dirty old man, you!

Ooh! That one.

� She a kidnapper
Amber alert, Amber alert �

� Be quiet
That's a grown woman �

� She be in the gym �

Get over here, girl!

Relax, beautiful.

Don't... touch.

Come on, relax. You and I
got a nice rhythm going.

Hey, hey,
if you're friendly,

there'll be a nice fat tip
in it for you.

Baby, come on, big fat tip!

Hey, girls.

Do you wanna come out?

The guy's your man.

[all laughing]

HAROLD: Oh, my!
If we must, we must.

[all laughing]

Shit! You girls seem like
you may have done this

one or two times before.

Whoo-hoo!

[laughing]

I'm an Aztec god!
Cheez-alcoatl!

Is it cool if later, I crawl up
inside you and take a nap?

This is so fun to watch.

Touch your toes,
touch your toes.

Go ahead, bend over,
touch your toes.

Wait. Where we going?

All right, girls.

[laughter]

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

[laughs]

Remember, you said there's
a big fat tip in it for me.

Trust me, baby.

It is.

[slap]

[laughs]

Ow!

Oh, hell no.

Hey, asshole, I told you!

No touching!

- What did I say?
- Come on! What?

Ladies, that's it.
Pack it up, show's over.

No! No!

Oh, come on!

No! No!

What'd you do, man?

What the fuck
did I tell you, man?

Be respectful!

You motherfuck!
[screaming]

- Hey! Hey!
- Control this animal!

Fuck you! Fuck you!
What the hell are you doin'?

You fuckin' fucked it up!

I can't believe you fags
are making such a big deal

about these stank-ass
fuckin' hookers!

[doorbell rings]

They're back?

DETECTIVE: Nice house.

Good evening, gentlemen.

I'm Detective Armstrong.
This is Detective Gonzalez.

Well, well, well,
if it ain't the popos!

Yeah, what can we do
for you, Detectives?

Looking for this scumbag
right here: Jesse Jameson.

You guys seen him?

Yeah, he escaped from prison.

Our sources informed us
that he might be right here

at his cousin's
bachelor party.

Is that true?

Which one of you
is his cousin?

That would be me, Detectives,

but I haven't seen Jesse
in ages.

Last I heard,
he was still in prison.

That's right, Detectives.

We're all law-abiding
citizens here.

We would never harbor
a fugitive from the law.

[Aaron and Gus laugh]

That's crazy.

It's just a bachelor party.

Bachelor party.

All right.

You see this motherfucker,

give us a call, right?

Yes, sir, Detective Armstrong.

Absolutely.

Let's go. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Now wait a minute, gentlemen!

You sure you don't wanna
have a little cocktail?

Gus, what are you--
Don't be silly.

They're detectives.
They don't have time for that.

They've got crooks to catch.

Besides, they can't drink.
They're detectives.

[laughter]

Oh, shit!

Sorry, dog!

[laughter continues]

Hey, I like y'all.

Anybody who said it wasn't fun
drinking with cops are lying!

Y'all motherfuckers are crazy!

- We gotta go, man!
- [laughter continues]

Oh, my God! What the...

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, they're gone, Jesse!
You can come out now!

You're dead, motherfucker!

[yelling]

Get the gun!

Fucking gun!

- I got it! I got it!
- Get off!

- Fuck!
- [yelling]

That motherfucker
almost got me busted!

Hey, I saved your ass!

If it wasn't for me, those cops
would've left here suspicious!

Gus, shut the fuck up!

Dude, you broke out
of fuckin' prison?

Yeah.

[screams]

God damn, Jesse!

Could've got us all busted
for hiding you out!

We didn't know we were
hiding you out! Fuck, man!

You said you served
your time, dude!

I lied.

Look, man, I'm sorry.
I have 16 months left.

Oh, God.

Does Butterfly know?

�� [rap]

[engine revs]

[tires screech]

You're my favorite
cousin, Sean.

You always been there for me.

I wasn't gonna miss
your big day.

I did it 'cause I love you, cuz,
I swear to God.

Jesus.

Fuck!

I'm so sorry.

Where the fuck is Floyd?

I had to shut his ass up.

[muffled scream]

[mumbles]

Hey, Floyd, how you doin'?

We're having a great time.
Just wanna let you know.

And I'm really sorry
about all of this.

Just so you know,
before I remove this gag,

everything is cool,
so just be cool, okay?

Did I hear shooting?

Are the police still here?

Did anybody get shot?

Did they get in the shootout
with the cops?

Is anybody bleeding?
if they're bleeding--

[mumbles]

No blood in the house!

No!

Get me out of here!
[screams]

Dick don't even realize what
an altruistic move that was.

The goddamn hero of the hour.

Hey, don't let the bullshit
get you down, Gus.

You had good intentions, bro.
That's all that matters.

Let's lighten the mood,
keep the party going for Sean.

Cheers.

What makes you think I need you
to lighten my fuckin' mood?

I can lighten
my own goddamn mood.

Oh.

Oh, calm down, Gus.

Calm down?
I am calm, okay?

I was really calm
until you came over here

like Florence Fuckin'
Nightingale

with your little toast.

I propose a toast.

Hey, everybody! Hey, guys!

I'd like to propose a toast,
a toast to Miles!

Miles, the only guy I know

who's so perfect,
his shit don't stink!

Cheers!

What's your problem
with me, Gus?

What makes you think I got
a problem with you, Mr. Perfect?

I'm not perfect, Gus.

Oh, I know that.
I've been watching your games.

You damn sure
ain't perfect, okay?

If I'd gone professional by now,
I'd be better than ever

because I'd be using the
knowledge and the understanding

and the wisdom that I've
accumulated throughout the years

and combined that
with my God-given talent.

But you're not me.
You're number two!

You're still number two!
Remember that!

MILES: Whatever.

Oh, whatever? Whatever?

I'll show you whatever.
Let's take it to the ice!

- What?
- You heard me, Mr. Hockey Star.

I challenge you to a shootout.
First three points.

- I got sticks, pucks.
- [Sean laughs]

What are you
fuckin' laughin' at?

I got sticks, pucks
and everything in the car.

I'm so real with it
I even got a fuckin' goal!

Let's go!

What's the matter, Miles,
you scared?

You're scared? Huh?

Let's rock it!
Let's do this.

�� [sports fanfare]

Watch close, chumps.

You're about to watch
a master at work.

Oh, come on!

Do your thing, Miles!
Show us that thing!

Watch close, punks!

- Aah!
- Ohh!

Come on, Miles,
punk-ass bitch!

Nothing gets past!

Oh!

That's why he's
the motherfucking best!

Shut the fuck up!
I'm just warming up!

Ohh!

Bee-yotch! You scared?
Do you wanna get past?

Ohh!

Ah, shit!

Now watch the magic, bitches.

- Ohh!
- It's good though.

Just follow through, brother.
Just follow through.

Shut up! It's all part of
my strategy, dumb-asses.

- Watch this!
- Miles! Miles!

Go ahead.

Here come the pain!

Ohh!

All right, I got this.

I'm just warmin' up here anyway.
Come on!

I'm a stenchy bitch.
Nothing gets past me. Nothing!

This is what I do!

Ohh!

Thataboy!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! We done?

Oh, that's cool.
I just forgot to warm up.

If I was playing on ice
with my skates,

I would've rocked it.

Thank you.

Can I get a beer now?
Can we finally start drinking?

I'll be right back.
Gotta go take a leak.

[grunts]

[whistles]

Ah, yeah.

� Sweet smell of victory �

[humming]

[crying]

So what's up?

[sighs]

You all right?

I've been thinking about
what you've been sayin'.

And the truth is,

the idea of spending the rest
of my life with one woman

fuckin' terrifies me.

You have no idea
how long I've been waiting

to hear you say this.

Look, Irene,
she's a great girl, man.

But marriage,
hey, this is...

Maybe you just need
to slow down a little bit.

The problem is, bro,
the wedding's tomorrow.

It's not like I can
just call it off.

I'd go down as
the biggest asshole

in the history of assholes.

It's never too late.
It is never too late.

Sean, you and I have been best
friends since the fourth grade.

We've always had
each other's backs,

and we have each other's
backs right now.

If you don't wanna
go through with this...

I'll pay for everything.

I will take the heat.

You don't even know
what you wanna do, do you?

Because you've
lost perspective.

That is exactly why
it is so important

that you have a taste
the good life tonight

to get your senses back.

[exhales]

What time does
Epiphany get here?

Yes!

[laughs]

All right. All right.

- I love you!
- [laughs]

[exhales]

Pull it together,
pull it together.

[exhales]
It's okay.

You're still number one.
You're still the Gus-man.

Oh!
[grunts]

Hey, good game.

Yeah, man, good game,
good game, great game.

- Hey, Gus.
- Yeah.

Do you remember junior year,

the big game against Riverdale
High when I missed the goal

- and we lost that game?
- Yeah.

Do you remember what
I asked you after the game?

No.

I asked you if you thought
I had what it takes.

Do you remember your answer?

No.

Well, you asked me if I thought
I had what it takes.

And I said yeah.
Then you said,

"Then it doesn't matter what
the hell anybody else thinks."

I said that?

Hell yeah, you did.

Gus.

I never forgot that, ever.

And I hope you didn't
forget it either.

I mean, you're a coach.

A coach!

Just think about how much
Coach Modesto influenced us.

You're doing the same thing
for these kids.

That is a lot
to be proud of, man.

[Gus scoffs]

You're right.
Thank you.

- You bet.
- Thank you.

Let's grab a beer, man.
I wanna hear all about the team.

- All right.
- All right.

Basically, I got
a really good team, right?

But the teams today, they gotta
be the laziest sons of bitches

- who ever lived!
- Yeah, they are.

GUS: They really are.

Part of my plan was for Sean
to get fucked up tonight.

I wanted him to have the
kind of fun we used to have.

I don't want him
to get too drunk

'cause if he does,
he'll be so hungover,

he'll be happy to leave
this life behind.

Plus I paid a mint
for Epiphany,

and he's gonna enjoy it
if it fuckin' kills me.

I ain't seen him
this happy, man.

I just hope Irene
ride like Butterfly.

I just have to know
when to take his MFD,

his motherfuckin' drink.

I have to get me
another MFD...

Not that I was checking,

but Kayla's social media page
said that she was leaving

for Chicago tomorrow night
to accept the job.

I guess it is what it is.

What? What? What?

I appreciate you being
my best man, bro.

Where are you going with this?

I'm saying...
I appreciate you.

I gotta take a shit.

I just wish we were closer.

Between me and you,

it's been pretty tight
since my assistant coach left.

We're already losing.

Now we're the biggest losers
in the state.

It's so fuckin' magnanimous.

And the principal
just told me the other day

if I don't turn this shit around
now, they're gonna fire my ass.

Coaching is my life.

If I lose that gig, I might
just lose my reason to live.

I know I act like
everything's great,

but I'm really
struggling, man.

Bro, I feel you, man.

I'm struggling, too.

You struggling?
Come on, man.

I was just hating when
I said all that stuff

about you losing your skills.
You still got it, okay?

Be proud.

I appreciate that.

It's the truth.

But I know I can't keep up
with these young boys.

I'm not trying to.
I just...

I don't know what the hell
I'm gonna do with myself

after I retire.

I don't have any hobbies.

I don't wanna be
a sportscaster

or an actor
or anything like that.

I mean, between you and me,

it's all got me
a little depressed.

Actually, it's, uh...

it's got me a lot depressed.

[sighs]
I'm seeing a therapist.

It's really hard
keeping a positive face

for my wife and family,
you know?

I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

God damn!

I guess shit really ain't
greener on the other side.

I mean, I'm just saying
I'm sorry, bro.

Don't sweat it.
I'm sure you'll find it.

It's gotta be something
right under your nose.

I mean, you'll find something.

I wish I could have
a real pro like you

to be my assistant coach.

That bitch-ass principal
won't talk about firing me then.

Plus I'd have somebody on
my team who understands the game

damn near as well as I do.

I'll do it.

Nah, I--
Are you serious?

Serious as an ice fight, man.
Yeah, I'll do it.

Hell yeah!

Oh, man!

Let's go do some shots
or something. Come on! Yes!

You're cool?

Ah.

I'm cool.

Good. Then stay cool.

Here, come on, okay.

Incoming!

[laughs]

Oh, you havin'
a good time, Stan?

I want you to have
a good time, Stan.

You know, you haven't smiled
since we were kids, Stan.

Come on, stop with that
affectionate shit.

- Seriously.
- What? What?

Brothers should be able to
share affection with each other.

Yeah, save that shit
for your bitch.

What did you just say?

I said save that shit
for your bitch.

Don't call Irene a bitch.

Fuck you.

If I wanna call her a bitch,
I'll call her a bitch.

You know, I am so sick
of your negativity.

What are you
gonna do about it?

Bitch.

- You fuck!
- Oh! Oh!

[screams]
It's a fight!

[yelling]

Hey, guys--

Oh! Look what you did!

Whoa, whoa!

Hey, guys, look what he did!

[screams]

Shit! Shit!

[groaning]

Shit! Fuck!

You two should be
ashamed of yourselves.

You're brothers!

I can't feel my left side.

Sean started it!
It's his fault!

And I'm sure you gave him
a very good damn reason.

You are one very unhappy and
bitter motherfucker, Stanley.

And that's something
you have to work out!

But despite it all,
your brother here

is one of the very last
creatures on this planet

who loves you.

He really does.

And I think it's high time
you recognized that.

[doorbell rings]

Fucking Ulysses!

You must be Epiphany.

Yes, ma'am,
I will send him right in.

Just wanna say also
that it's an honor

to actually meet you
in person.

Finally.

Heard a lot about you.

Whew.

My friend...

it's the moment of truth.

You're a grown-ass man.
I can't tell you what to do.

But here's your opportunity
to prove to yourself

some of the old Sean
is still in you.

I'm proud of you.

[sighs]

I can't.

What?

I can't do it.

AARON: What are you
talking about?

I can't do it to Irene.

Sean.

What do you mean
you can't do it?

Dude, you said you were
gonna go all out tonight.

Come on!

Do you realize what you're
about to do to yourself?

Get your ass in there!

- Hey, hey!
- If you don't go in that room--

Get the fuck off
my brother, all right?

If he don't wanna cheat on
Irene, he doesn't have to.

And none of you guys are
gonna make him feel guilty

about that decision.

Come on, bro.

I'll take you home.

Irene's waiting on you.

What the fuck is going on?

Are you serious?

Sorry.

GUS: Be a lot cooler if you did!
[laughs]

Hey, bro, hold on a second.

Look, man, I'm sorry
I yelled at you and grabbed you,

but I'm sure you can understand
where it's coming from.

I'm just trying
to protect you, man.

I'm doing this
for your own good.

Party sucks.

Hello, Miss Epiphany.

It's an honor
on behalf of everyone.

I would like to apologize
for the delay.

And I wanted to let you know
that I will personally

pay any penalty

or inconvenience made.

�� [chorale]

Look, Aaron.

I'm in love with Irene.

I wanna marry her.

I wanna spend the rest
of my life with her.

I know that
sounds crazy to you,

but she makes me happy.

I hope you can find
that kind of love, too.

See you later, yeah?

I'm gonna go home,
make love to my wife.

Damn.

What'd I miss?

I failed, Floyd.

Thought I could stop it,
but I couldn't.

All this was for nothing.

For nothing? For nothing?

I put my life on the line
for nothing?

You're sitting over there
feeling sorry for yourself.

I'm over here, I'm contemplating
my own mortality.

Do you have any idea
what's gonna happen to me

when Joy comes home?

Do you?

I'm over here mourning
the loss of a best friend.

You're over there
spooked by a woman

who's a hundred miles
away from here, Floyd!

We have plenty of time to clean
this goddamn fuckin' shit!

Calm the fuck down!
God damn! Fuck!

What the hell?

Oh, no.

Oh, hey, Joy. Uh...

We weren't expecting you
home so soon.

It's good to see you!

And just so you know,
none of this was Floyd's idea.

This was all me.

I will pay for everything.

Floyd!

Floyd!

Floyd!

Calm the fuck down.

What did you say to me?

You heard me.

I said calm the fuck down.

It's time I remind you I am
the man of this goddamn house!

Okay? So you,
you can go to your room,

you can unpack your shit,
and you can wait

while I finish
with my friend.

Then... I'll come.

And we can have
a sensible talk.

Do it now, Joy!

Okay. Floyd.

But when you come talk to me,
be ready.

To be honest,

I think Joy is gonna literally
beat Floyd to death.

But that's not important.

When Floyd stood up to Joy,

he faced his greatest fear.

And how many of us
can say that?

AARON: Sure you don't
want a lift?

No, thanks, I'll make it.

So did your production last
night go the way you planned?

No, Uncle Ulysses,
I can't say it did.

Well, son, every man
has to walk his own path.

I don't think Sean really knows
what he's getting himself into.

I'm sure you know what
I'm talking about, right?

Seems like you and I are the
last soldiers still standing.

And thank God for guys
like you, Uncle Ulysses.

You're a real inspiration to me.
You never compromise.

You always live your life
on your own terms.

I mean, 2,500 women?

That sounds like
a good life to me.

Well, life is meant
to be experienced.

I've done a lot of partying,

lot of women-chasing
in my day.

Yes, you have.

But sometimes,
at the end of the day

when I'm just
sitting there with a drink,

I keep thinking about all
the good women I let get away.

Seems as though, no matter
how much partying I do

or fucking I do,

I just can't escape
the truth of life.

I guess that's why I always
keep it here with me.

Matter of fact, I think
it's time I show it to you.

Oh, no, Uncle Ulysses.

- Look, I--
- No, no!

I don't need to see that.
I really don't.

- No, you need to see this.
- I don't need--

Holy shit.

Well, I guess
I should be going.

See you tonight
at the wedding.

Irene, do you take Sean

to be your lawfully
wedded husband,

to have and to hold,
to love and to cherish,

for richer, for poorer,

as long as you both
shall live?

It's really happening.

And I'm standing here
watching it happen.

Sean knows exactly
what he's getting into,

but he still looks happy.

How can he be happy?

Suddenly, the faces
of all the women

I've been with
throughout the years

flashed before my eyes.

Damn.

I can't even remember
most of their names.

I used to be happy
with a variety of women.

But now...

even that's getting boring.

I used to be so happy
in the club.

Thought if I wasn't out
partying and meeting women,

I was missing something.

Now I realize...

I ain't missing shit.

Besides,

do I really wanna be
the old man in the club?

You need to stop
being so afraid.

What am I afraid of?

After all the theories and
legends about the suitcase,

it was empty.

Empty?

What the fuck?

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What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What the fuck
am I afraid of?!

[murmuring]

Sorry.

Sorry.

And, Sean, do you take Irene

to be your lawfully
wedded wife,

to have and to hold,
to love and to cherish

for richer, for poorer,

as long as you both
shall live?

I do.

Then by the power
vested in me by God

and the state of California,

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

You may kiss your bride.

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Oh, shit.

No worries.
I'll tell Sean.

You better hurry.

Fuck!

Fuck!

[engine starts]

Kayla!

Aaron?

Oh, my God!
Are you okay?

What-- What are you doing?

Oh! You're still here!

[pants]
I'm okay, I'm okay.

I just needed
to tell you something.

If you leave, I will slit
my wrist with a butter knife.

I will drown myself
in a puddle.

I will throw myself in front of
a speeding yellow school bus

full of bad-ass kids.

[sighs]

Just don't go.

Aaron, I really
appreciate you coming here

and getting hit
by a car and all.

I've had to do
some thinking, too.

Now I'm the one who's afraid.

I've got a few things
to figure out.

Like you said, maybe...

Maybe a change is
just what I need.

Please don't think
I won't miss you.

I love you.

I love you, too, Aaron.

I really do.

Goodbye.

[engine starts]

Well, I guess this is
how it all ends for me.

It's funny.

You never know
how life will turn out.

Sean is officially
a married man.

As crazy as it sounds,
I've never seen him so happy.

I can't help but wonder
what the other guys are up to.

I hope they're all out there
doing what makes them happy.

Or being with
whoever makes them happy.

'Cause at the end of the day,

it's all about being happy.

Hell, I bet even Floyd and Joy
found their happiness.

But what about me?

I'm not totally sure,

but I think
the empty suitcase means...

life is empty without love.

At least I think
that's what it means.

It's like I always say,

if you wanna be
successful with women,

you have to overcome fear.

Fear of love,
fear of commitment,

fear of yourself.

Whatever.

You can't be afraid.

Wanna know something?

I'm not afraid anymore.

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