All language subtitles for The Opposite Sex And How To Live With Them (1992)

Eli: Two types of creatures
in the wild kingdom...

The predators and the prey.

When we decide to predate...

they had better pray.

Whatever.

You see, life was simple
for David and me.

We were captains
of our own ships.

We decided
when the periscope goes up.

And when the periscope
goes down,

when to fire the torpedoes
and who was under attack.

And then David ventured
foolishly.

Into uncharted waters.

♪ The purpose of a man
is to love a woman ♪

♪ the purpose of a woman
is to love a man ♪

♪ so come on, baby,
let's start today ♪

♪ come on, baby, let's play ♪

♪ the game of love ♪

♪ the game of love ♪

♪ come on, baby,
'cause the time is right ♪

♪ come on, baby,
'cause the time is right ♪

♪ love your daddy
with all your might ♪

♪ love your daddy
with all your might ♪

♪ put your arms around me
and hold me tight ♪

♪ put your arms around me
and hold me tight ♪

♪ play the game of love ♪

♪ the purpose of a man
is to love a woman ♪

♪ the purpose of a woman
is to love a man ♪

♪ so come on, baby,
let's start today ♪

♪ come on, baby, let's play ♪

Ow! ♪ The game of love ♪

It's not polite to spy.

I wasn't spying. I was leering.

You know, this thing
reinforces bad viewing habits.

You should learn to look
at a woman as a whole.

Hey, listen.

I'm way too enlightened
to look at women like that.

I meant as opposed to just half.

It's a periscope in a bar.
Lighten up.

You just shouldn't look
at women as objects.

Oh, no. You see, I was looking
at women objectively.

You know,
I don't care for semantics.

Hmm. Too bad. I'm Jewish.

Hey, can I buy you a drink?

I don't think so.

The... the whole you?

Ow.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Trouble, skipper?

Uh, flesh wound.

There we go.

That's much better.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Medicinal purposes.

Hi!

Hey. Oh, you look great.
I've never seen this.

Yes. Well, I can hide
a small child in this.

So you should go for it.
Little dimples, little ass.

Little potential.

You and your potential quotient.

Have you got some sort of
potential-calculator device in your head?

I mean, how do you know?

Zoe, I know the type.

I am in love with that girl.

David, that girl intended

and inflicted bodily injury
on you.

You don't marry girls like that.

You file restraining orders
against them.

Ho. Spider sense tingling.

Where?

Don't look. 3:00.

Don't look!

I'm sensing a Germanic accent.

Swedish. Stewardesses, maybe.

Uh, secretaries.

German bank upstairs. Ah.

Two Beck's. Two Beck's.

Cover me. I'm going in.

One more furtive glance
between you two,

and I will spew piña colada.

He is cute.

Eli: I was sitting
down the end of the bar,

and I was thinking, "jeez.

I've never met a European woman
who didn't like beer."

I've got two.
Is this perfect?

One for you and one for you.

Now, if you don't like beer,
that's fine.

Could be now is a good time
for beer.

For all you know, he may be
the sweetest, most sensitive,

evolved guy on the planet.

I like dark beer, actually.

Hanna, Marta, this is my, uh,
good friend David.

Then again...

Let's go.

So, uh, you're both secretaries.

No... tellers. Munchen Bank.

I bank there. Yeah.

Bye. Carrie: Bye. Last week.

I, uh, you broke a Deutschemark for me.
Do... do you remember?

No. Mnh-mnh.

So, here it is, Friday night.
Early Friday night.

And I'm sure
it's only a matter of time

before you revert
to shelter mentality

and say something like... I'm so tired.
I just want to go home.

Exactly.

Zoe, any guy you meet in a bar
picks up women in bars.

Therefore, I can safely
rule out that guy,

as cute as he may have been,
just based on the general theory

of guilt
by geographic association.

Then I have to ask you,
what were we doing in the bar?

We were having a drink.

Okay. We were spending
some time together.

We live together.

All right, Zoe. Okay.

We were scoping and scamming,
just like everybody else.

Are you happy?

Was that so hard?

Oh.

Driver: Red line outbound.
Next stop, Harvard square.

Eli: Oh, perfect.

Ten of my favorite pickup lines,

25 bucks worth of drinks,
a whole lot of wasted charm

only to find out that
Hanna and Marta were lovers.

I hate that.

Yeah. Go figure.

Well, the night's not
a total wash, huh?

We'll go catch a little Joe
down at the Cantab Lounge.

What do you say?
Oh, great. Great.

Oh, please tell me you've
gotten over the finger crusher.

Yeah, well...

The memory lingers a bit, yeah.

Mm-hmm.

But you've got the answer
for that, don't you?

Sure, I do.

We erase that memory
by staying out all night,

destroying our brain cells
with alcohol

and sociopathic behavior.

Easy solutions
to life's difficult problems.

I feel better.

Of course you do.

So we stayed out all night
and drank Tequila,

and neither one of us scored.

I, uh, of course, succeeded

in the research-and-development
department.

Andrea. Mm-hmm.

652-94...

I don't remember Andrea.

Aha.

Yeah. Mimi. Mimi, I remember.

627-43...

I don't remember Mimi.

That's the problem with Tequila.

Mimi.

♪ Take me out to the ball game ♪

♪ take me out with the crowd ♪

♪ buy me some peanuts
and cracker Jack ♪

oh, he is too darling.
I love him.

That is an MVP ass.

No. It's entirely too small.

No! No!

I'm telling you, it's too small.

There.

Whoa. Big enough for you?

Now, that's better.

Vendor: Peanuts!
Get your peanuts!

Yeah! All right! Here!

Comin' at ya! Here you go.
Honey!

Peanuts!

Peanuts!

Beer here. Beer.

Yo. Two beers.

Light?

What?

Light beer?

Do I look like a pussy?

Here you go.

Thanks, pal.

Beer here.

Spider sense tingling.

Oh, your spider sense is fucked.

No, I wish.

Red hair, blue top.

It's Winnie the Pooh and
Tigger, too, from last night.

No.

Yes. How many chicks have
the joker's hair?

Joker has green hair, asshole.
Cracker Jacks here. Cracker Jacks.

What did I say? Garcon!

Cracker Jacks. Cracker Jacks. Um, yeah.
Cracker Jack here.

All right. Hey, cracker
Jacks, everybody.

Peanuts, cracker Jacks a buck.

You got any cracker Jack?

Give me a minute here.
Plenty of cracker Jacks.

Anybody for peanuts
and cracker Jacks?

Yeah. Yeah!

All right. Now, listen.
Do me a favor.

Bring this down, please,
to that lady in blue.

What do I look like,
a freakin' mailman?

Here. Look.

Buy yourself a beer.

Hey. Special delivery.

Look. They're not even
watching the game.

It looks like they're checking
out Bruno's back. Look.

Man: Come on, batter!

Woman: Play ball!

Okay. I bet she goes
for the toy surprise first.

What's this?

What do I know? Secret admirer.

Secret admirer.

Wow!

Come on!

Come on!

That's hysterical!

They're back.

And they're really
dorky-looking.

And they're right behind you.
How about that, huh?

Oh, you know, you really
shouldn't look at men like this.

It's demeaning.
Visual dismemberment, remember?

All right, lighten up.

It's just a day
at the ball park.

I think I'm gonna have to
give the nod to Mattingly

for the best seat in the majors.

Are you nuts? What about Bo?

I mean, are we talking size
or shape here?

I think I'm secure enough
in my own sexuality

to say that Mattingly's ass
kicks ass on any other ass.

You are so enlightened.

Uh, I'm David.

Carrie.

Eli Mattingly.

Hi. I'm Zoe.

How are you?

I see you brought a glove.

Um, it's Zoe's.

We could tell.
It kind of matches her hair.

Oh!

Well, if it were skin tone,

I guess I could say
the same thing about you.

Ouch. A hair-loss joke.
Very good.

Luckily for me,

women are very attracted
to a receding hairline.

Oh, I don't think so.

I said "women."

You know, if you're gonna make
the catch, um,

it's easier if you do it
like this.

Yeah. There you go.

Okay. Thank you.

Sure.

Course, I don't think
there's gonna be any homers

with the wind blowing in.

Great grab.

Of course, when you hit it
that hard, you know,

cuts right through that wind.

Throw it back! Throw it back!

Throw it back!

House rules...
Bleacher etiquette dictates

that you got to throw back
a homer by the opposition.

Throw it back! Throw it back!
Throw it back!

Yes!

A woman after my own heart.

So, um, how about an autograph

and, uh, phone number?

It was on the ball.

No. Yeah.

No!

Ah, chill, babe. It ain't over.

It's over.

No, it isn't. Lick me.

What are we, Siegfried and Roy?

And?

Voilà.

So I give the number
on the tattoo to Eli.

I thought it would be a laugh.

And what happens?
David calls Carrie.

Carrie blows up at me.

See, she thinks David
is hugely unimpressive.

So I go, "fine.

"If David
is so hugely unimpressive,

why have you accepted
his invitation to the movies?"

So she goes, "well,
I felt sorry for the guy.

He sounded so desperate."

Then she locks herself
in the bathroom

and removes
all superfluous body hair.

I'm worried.

The three F’s of dating...

One... film, two... food,

three... fuck.

Can you write that down?

You'll remember.
You're gonna be fine.

And you're gonna need this.

What's that?

Remember how Batman had
a utility belt? Yeah.

Yeah, well, he should've had
one of these.

He would've done a lot better.

I got everything you need
for the date, all right?

I got a tongue depressor
in here.

I got a little dental dam here for you.
What is that?

Safe sex includes
our dear friend fellatio.

Hiya. Hi.

Where do you get this stuff?

Remember the dental hygienist
I was dating?

Kept a few samples.

Now, the condoms are from
my own personal stock, huh?

The good stuff.

Eli, look, it's...
It's a first date.

It's, well, my future wife.

We have film? Yes.

Food? Probably.

Anything else after that,
I can't really say.

All right.

Worst comes to worst,
you make balloon animals.

So I haven't been to a movie
...So, what do you, uh...

So, uh... I'm sorry.

No, sorry. What?

No, just... you haven't been
to a movie, or...

No, what were you gonna say?

Um, uh, what... what do you do?

That, actually.

Mm. I work for the mayor.

Our mayor?

Your mayor.
I-i work in his office.

I mean, for his office.

Hey.

Sounds... sounds impressive.

It's not.

Well, I'm impressed.

Yeah?

Well, you're easily impressed.
I like that in a man.

I'll remember that.

This guy is kicking my seat.

Oh, I hate that.

Hey, could you
just knock it off?

Knock what off?

Well, anyway, you see
that guy there? Yeah.

Are they bothering you?

Do you want to move?

No.

Hey.

Why bother whispering?

♪ Oh, darling... ♪

talk about violence
in the movies.

Boy, your eye is really swollen.

You know, you should've told me.
We wouldn't have stayed.

No, no, no.
It's... glancing blow.

I wanted you to see the movie.

Oh, that's very thoughtful
of you.

Ooh.

Is that better?

Considerably.

Thanks.

So, um...
What are you gonna have?

Uh...

Strudel sounds good.

Oh, no. No.
You never order the strudel.

See, restaurants
always are out of it,

so they try and push
the cheesecake on you

'cause they have too much
of that.

You ready?

Uh, yeah.
I'm gonna have the strudel.

We're out.

Well, gee,
what do you recommend?

Cheesecake is good.

Soup. Soup.

Large bowl?

Two spoons.

Hmm. How romantic.

I'm charging you
for the extra spoon.

I'll splurge.

So, what did you call
those things in the soup?

You're not Jewish, are you?

No.

I'm from Wellesley,

a suburb rivaled only by green
acres in ethnic diversity.

Okay. All right.

Well, the little round things
are called matzo balls,

or knaidlach,
called by my people.

Um, little ravioli things
are called kreplach,

invented while we were wandering in the
desert and needed something to eat

after throwing all the
knaidlach at our enemies.

I knew that.

Well, thanks for seeing
my movie.

Sure. Did you like it?

I-i liked you.

The way that you laughed
at all the wrong stuff.

And cried with her.

You're not cynical.

You surrendered yourself
to the story.

I like that.

Um, you know, David,

i-i don't think that we should
get into anything physical.

Ooh. That hurts.

That's one of those cliché lines.

They teach them to say
in "Cosmo,"

and she just fired it
right at him.

Real nice.

I mean, the guy just wanted
a kiss, not "The Story of O."

I-i didn't...

Could you please repeat that?

I just don't think
we should rush into anything.

What changed your mind?

I started kissing you.

What was that? The lamp.

What was that? Cat.

Haagen-dazs?

Don't panic, dude.

We're like hell's angels.
We share everything.

Oh, I'm sorry.

M-maybe we can fix it
or something.

That's my parents'
wedding picture.

It's 35 years old.

Shit.

Well, maybe we can glue it
or... something.

I'll be right back.

Keep away
from my precious daughter.

Kenneth, they're just necking.

Oh, yes?

Well, maybe we better check
the contents

of his bat utility belt.

With all due respect, sir,
we are consenting adults.

Carrie is an adult,
and you are consenting.

My daughter is not going to be

another one of your
little conquests.

Do you hear me, young man?

Kenneth.

Carrie:
David, I'm sorry, but, um...

It's late, and I have to be
at aerobics at 5:30.

A.M.?

Bryant Gumbel sleeps later
than that.

No. I-i understand.

It's...

Um, here.

Thanks.

I'm kind of tired myself.

Good night.

Good night.

Gentlemen, we came, we saw,
we kicked pomboose.

Ah. Next week, try 5:00, 5:30.
Any questions?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Crown's date
...Uh, recap, inning by inning.

We lucked out
in this market, babe.

Oh, we got duffed.

Suffice to say, I haven't seen
any balloon-animal giraffes

roaming the streets
of our fair town.

This Carrie chick...
What does she do?

Uh, mayor's office.

Uh, speech-writing, fund-raising,

staff work for the mayor. Hey,
can she fix my parking tickets?

Can she fix me up.

Ooh. You should see
this chick, man.

Brunette, baby blues. Hey.

Titties? Nice.

Very nice.

Perhaps the perfect woman.

Eli, gentlemen. Uh-huh.

Now, the perfect woman

is more than simply a genetically
desirable combination

of tits and ass.

Oh, at last... a real man.

She's also rich, cooks,
and pees standing up.

Pigs.

I feel terrible about this.

I mean, you suppose Carrie
and her friends

are sitting around,
schmoozing like this?

What, do you think
she's a cheerleader?

She's not sitting around like Olivia
Newton-John in "grease," pal.

♪ Tell me more, tell me more ♪

♪ was it love at first sight? ♪

Man on television: Solid shot
on the left-hand Lane.

So Ferraro, who's playing
a little...

You gonna call her?

Hmm?

Carrie chick.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

You know, care,

there's no rule that says
you can't call him.

You realize, of course,
there's only two scenarios here.

If you got laid, there's
no reason to call her again.

And if you didn't,
no reason to call her again.

The beach master is the most
respected and exalted.

Of all the males.

But notice when the female
enters his focuses,

even the revered beach master
is struck.

By innate awkwardness.

All he does now
is lie there, inert,

like a giant bowl of marmalade,

while she waits... and waits...

And waits.

The female understands
this ritual.

But that does not make it
any easier for her.

As the beach master feigns
supposed indifferences,

this stalemate
can only be broken.

If he and she leave
their respective fields.

And meet in a neutral area,

perhaps here, in the ocean's
icy depths, to frolic.

One of my favorites.

Yeah, me too.

Its colors, right?

No, no.

It's just that whenever
I've been scalped

with a particularly
treacherous haircut,

Check out the Vin-Man's do.

Come on. The guy could
care less about appearances.

I mean, the way he perceived
the world in his mind,

he... he was a genius.

Yeah, agreed,
albeit a sick, nutty genius.

This is a guy
who lopped off his ear

and federal-expressed it
to his honey.

Vinny, babe,
what were you thinking, huh?

Walk with me. Talk to me.

You don't cut off anything
for anybody.

Not above the waist, not below.

It ain't worth it.

Do you remember Samson at all?

I don't care
if Michelle fucking Pfeiffer

and Madonna want to give you
a pedicure and a trim.

The answer is no. No can do.

Carrie: Yeah. O-okay.
[ Telephone ringing ]

Look, I really don't think
it's a mistake on our part.

But if it is, you can be sure
I'll get to the bottom of it.

Yeah, zoning law
passed on July 14, 1973.

Next time you don't do
your homework,

bring a note from your mother.

All right. Terrific.

Fax me.

All right. I want a Turkey
on whole wheat.

Tell Linda whatever you want. We'll go
through the north end as we eat, okay?

Hey, David.

I thought I'd take you out
to lunch.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Adam, did you meet David?

No.

Nice to meet you. How are you?

I would love to,
but I got so much to do, hon.

Why don't you go ahead?
I'll take care of it.

No, no. It's okay.

I-i understand.

Okay.

Sorry.

Hey, how about a movie tonight?

Is Adam coming?

He'd love to,

but Thursday nights
is his gay-rights meeting.

Really?

No.

But I thought
it'd make you feel better.

Coffee? That's all? Coffee?

Yes, coffee.

The stuff from Brazil? In a cup?

You know,
I'd also like to have the...

Never mind.

There's a $2.50 minimum
per person.

We understand and accept
your conditions.

I never liked you.

Yes, we know that.
And that's okay.

Why didn't you let me order?

Strudel!

Your own recipe?

Entenmann's.

New lamp. Oh.

David: Same cat?

Wait. No roommate?

Zoe's gone the whole weekend.

Let's get the Haagen-dazs.

Here.

Where?

There.

And this is
supposed to prove...?

How gullible you are
after great sex.

Yeah? And you need proof?

Actually, the melting point
will determine

the hottest part of your body...

And, thus, the most susceptible.

Oh, come on! It's running!

The most sensitive.

David, these are new sheets.

The most erogenous.

This is like some bizarre
checkup from Mr. freeze.

Wait till you see my bill.

Eli: If you fuck her,
she will come.

Stop.

Stop.

Eli: If you fuck her,
she will come.

Psst.

Psst. David! Listen up.

Champ, you looked good.

You looked good.
It was great, wonderful.

Right now you're in the grips
of her hormonal madness,

which is good. Don't get me wrong.
It's a lot of fun to watch.

Just don't get carried away
here, okay? This is business.

All right? Stick and move.
Stick and move.

I mean, don't let your emotions
get the better of you here.

Very important.

And, David...

Whatever you do, do not...

I repeat...
Do not spend the night.

Either I've developed
a horrible scalp problem

or I have rum raisin
all in my hair.

Oh, here. Let me do it.

You don't have to.

I want to.

How's that?

Oh, you like that?

I remember when I was little...

My dad used to do this for me
when I couldn't sleep.

Would you do this for me
every night?

Comb her hair every night?
What am I, nuts?

The implication of that question
is downright unnerving.

But you know, sometimes
you... just can't help yourself.

I mean, you got to say
what you feel.

Sometimes
it... it just comes out.

Absolutely.

I would do this for you
every night.

That's right.

We call the following stage
in this new relationship

"the sickening phase,"
during which he doesn't care

if she window-shops
for 3 1/2 hours nonstop

and she suddenly loves
to measure the firing gap

in his spark plugs.

And they feed each other

and basically stroll together
with these "Kumbaya" smiles,

and when they do actually speak,
it's that baby talk.

You know the baby talk you share
only with your loved one,

'cause you know that shit don't
fly at work with your buddies.

Man on television: The rigors
of courtship completed,

all animals enjoy
a period of bliss.

Known as "the sickening phase."

Here are the zebra, the penguin,

the ape.

But perhaps the most intriguing
species to observe.

During this phase
is the human being.

The couple.

Here we see them
deriving mutual pleasures.

From feeding ducks.

Oops.

They have sensed
our camera's presence.

They have decided to move on.

Here we see them walking
arm in arm down a path,

and... no. W-we are scientists.

We are from nature films!

We... oh! I'm s...

Oh, shit! Mad!

Oh, god! Philippe!

Cut.

Another salient characteristic
of this phase...

The loyal friends
of the afflicted couple

may as well drop off the planet.

I mean, forget midnight pig-outs

when the only thing that kept
you from joining a convent

was four bags of garlic potato
chips and your best friend.

Forget your best friend.

I mean, she's a Siamese twin,
and three's a crowd.

Of course, she still has to meet
his friends.

So, how long have
you known David?

Oh, David?

Uh, David's one of my oldest
and closest friends.

I mean, he's a really,
really great guy.

I mean, you're really lucky
to have snagged him.

I mean, he's a great guy,
really.

Yeah, I know.

Good friend, great guy.
I mean it.

I believe you.

That's why it hurts me so much
that I have to ask you out.

Excuse me?

Well, I mean, normally,
I would think twice about,

you know, hitting on
a friend's chick like this,

but, Carrie, you're just
too awesome to let go.

Let go.

Mm, what do you got there?

Drop dead.

♪ You know I like it ♪

♪ I like it, I like it ♪

♪ you know I like it ♪

♪ I like it, and I love you so ♪

what are you doing?

Oh, I gotta judge
the perfect-breast competition.

What do you think?

Well, I don't think
that there, um...

Should be
chocolate-chip cookies.

You're right. They're too small.

Hey, can I get a couple
cupcakes down here?!

♪ Feel it, feel it ♪

♪ baby, let me feel it ♪

♪ feel it, feel it ♪

♪ in my soul ♪

friendly face at last.

♪ Feel it in my soul ♪ hiya.

Hey, well, what are you making?

Well, you know, they have their
perfect-breast competition,

so I thought I'd sculpt
the perfect penis.

Isn't it a dream come true?

Hey!

♪ You know I like it ♪

♪ I like it ♪

fellas!

Look!

Looks like something
out of "dune."

Nice job, Zoe.

Hey, you. No.

No. Yes. We need more
bodies for strip twister.

Zoe! Yes!

So jealous.

Hey, wait for me!
I'm double-jointed!

Wait! I can do amazing things!

Zoe: Right hand, blue.
Left hand, yellow.

Eli: Very nice.

Babies. You see, I'm a guy
who knows a lot about babies.

♪ I want to love somebody ♪

I'm not having a good time.

Oh, was Eli cheating again?

You know, you cannot
trust that guy

to call a clean round
of strip twister.

Yeah, he made up the colors.

Well, you see, he's color-blind
like a, you know...

Like a schnauzer.

And then he brings over
this cooler full of ice water

and... dumps it on me.

See, you gotta hose down
the board between games.

Otherwise, it gets all gritty.

And, David... yeah?

One of your friends
keeps hitting on me.

What? Who is it?

Point him out.

There. That guy.

George?

George!

Hey, George, over here!

Me?

Yeah. All right, don't move.

George, you're hitting
on my girlfriend?

Yeah, absolutely.
She's really awesome, David.

Yeah, she is, isn't she?

Hey, look, George, please
don't do it anymore, okay?

I'll try.

Thanks.

Look, so, my friends
don't sit around

discussing Susan Sontag.

Face it, David... your friends
couldn't discuss Dr. Seuss.

They're normal people, Carrie.

Is it normal for George
to proposition me?

George propositions everyone.

Terrific.

And what about Eli
railroading me

into that degrading beach game?

David, if... if it's
pop psychology you want...

"I'm okay, you're okay"...

Your friends are dickheads.

Excuse me.

Charles, have you
seen, uh, Carrie?

I believe Lizbeth is showing
the new China pattern.

Come on, come on, join us.
We're playing charades.

Charades. Charades. Charades.

Oh, I just love charades.

That's right,
we're playing charades.

Come on, everybody, charades.
Buffy, Jody, sissy.

Brian, Keith, you play, too.

Okay.

I go first.

You always go first.

Chipper's host. He's got dibs.

All right.

It's a movie.

"Fatal attraction."

Lucky guess.

Okay.

I get to go again.

All right.

A book.

"Bonfire of the vanities."

Perhaps we should play
some other game.

I meant to tell you. Oh, yeah.

Hi. I'm, uh...

Welcome to "Thirtysomething."
Can I get you some brie?

Uhh... you got any bean dip?

Thank god.

So, what are you doing here?

Zoe said it was cool.

She's not here.
She knew better.

Bitch!

I've been had.

Oh!

Of course,
the view is awfully nice.

Interesting food, stocked bar.

I'm staying.

Carrie, darling.

So good to see you. Kisses.

That ice looks cold. Is it?

Eli, this is my... this is Charles.

Charles, my friend Eli.

Honest to god pleasure
to meet you, Chas.

May I call you Chas?

Actually, I prefer
"chipper." "Chipper" it is.

Help yourself to a drink.

Pictionary later.

Let me freshen that for you.

What is that?
A vodka and bourbon?

No, I'm a doctor. Now, listen.

He's pawing my friends.

I think she wants to be pawed.

No, she's just getting over a divorce.
She's very vulnerable.

And I don't think that Eli...

Eli is what... not good enough?

Y-you don't think my friends
are good enough?

Is that what you're trying
to say? Huh, huh, huh?

Is aware that his fly is open.

Eli!

Yeah.

I tried.

Well, what about
your friend chipper?

He was following me
from room to room.

"Excuse me, David, but what
exactly kind of Jew are you?

Are you an assimilated Jew
or are you a committed Jew?"

Chipper's minor
was comparative religion.

At least he didn't rip off
your bathing suit.

And spray ice water on you.

Eli is absolutely right.
You just have no sense of humor.

And yet
their relationship survived.

I mean, I've heard
that love is blind,

but I guess
it's also deaf, dumb,

and undauntingly tolerant
of all prejudices,

personal or external.

There just might be
something to it.

I'm not sure.

Gather 'round, children.
Gather 'round.

Yo, yo, yo, quiet now.
No flashing. No flashing.

I'll send you people home.
I'll do it.

Construction of the statehouse

was completed under budget
and on time in 1782.

Guess they didn't have
a union then. Ha ha ha.

Anyways, if you notice
the beautiful rococo tile...

Isn't is beautiful?
Can you say "rococo"?

Rococo. Rococo. Rococo.

Very good. Very good.

So, this is where
it all happens...

Discussion, or discourse,
between the governor...

Can the governor park his car
anywhere he wants?

What happens in there?

I'll check.

Whoo!

That's what we like to call
a gubernatorial aide

and her gentleman friend,
and they are, uh...

Photocopying.

Are they facilitating
state government?

W-well, what's good
for the people

is good for the state.

Alexander Hamilton said that.

Actually, this is my lunch hour.

And you spend it with him?

I'm... in love with this woman.

And she's in love with me.

Right?

Yes, I am.

But aren't you afraid
of being caught?

Why not save it
for later... at home?

Well, see,
we work different hours,

and h-her apartment's
really very far away, so...

Wait... you two
don't live together?

They don't have to.

Puh-lease, Bobby.

If you and I were sharing conjugal
relations on a laser copier...

Fat chance!

We'd be living together,

especially if I kept clothes and
stuff and shampoo at your place.

You do keep shampoo there?

And conditioner.

Look, you either move in
or move on.

Face it, dude.
The writing's on the wall.

You know, they call it
"living in sin" for a reason.

Whatever. They did it.
She moved in, yeah.

"Stop by our apartment,"
David says the other day to me.

"Our apartment?" Excuse me?

She moves into his apartment,

and suddenly
it's "our apartment."

I don't know.

Maybe I'm taking this too hard.
I don't know.

W-w-what... I should bring them
a housewarming gift

for their apartment?

You tell me. I don't know.

What's the perfect
housewarming gift for them?

Brought you a little
housewarming gift.

Oh, Eli.

You didn't have to.

They'll come in handy.
Don't kid yourself.

Where's Carrie?

Um, she's out
getting some more plants.

More plants?

Well, that's good.

It's kind of phase one
of the master plan, isn't it?

Plants need a lot of watering,

a lot of feeding,
a lot of attention.

It softens you up a little bit
for phase two...

Babies.

You're getting
a little paranoid.

Paranoid. Who said I'm paranoid?

If I told you once,
I told you a million times...

If you let a babe infiltrate
the home base,

eventually she'll eradicate every
trace of the essential you.

Oh, what's this? What's what?

This... colors and bad frame.

Oh, I don't know.
Carrie likes it.

Carrie likes it? Yeah,
yeah, I like it, too.

Aah.

You think Carrie's different,
don't you?

Yes. Yes. You don't think
she's gonna make demands...

Move you to the suburbs

and load you down
with babies and barbecue.

Y-you know something?
I think Carrie's right.

You're a little afraid of women.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait.

You talk to Carrie about me?

Eli, we live together.
Of course I talk to her.

I talk to her about everything.

W-what'd you tell her?

Nothing.

You know, it's just...
For the first time,

I'm looking at things
from another side.

There is no other side.

There's them and there's us.

Exactly. You're right.

And sometimes
we're a little disgusting.

Okay? So, let's drop it.

Yes, we're disgusting!

We're men. We're idiots.
It's the law.

Eli, remember at college
your definition of a lesbian?

Any girl who wouldn't put out.

Right. Exactly.

Well, you know,
I no longer agree.

All right, all right.
Do me a favor, okay?

In a couple of months
when you get some time,

fax me your balls,
'cause you don't need 'em.

You ever have one of those dreams
where you're in the water,

you're trying to save someone
from drowning,

and you can't quite reach him?

You're about a fingertip away,

but the current keeps
pulling him

further and further out to sea,

and there's nothing you can do
but watch.

How do I save him
from slipping away?

How do I bring him
back to shore?

Hi, this is David.

Carrie and I aren't here
right now,

[ David and Carrie giggling ]
But you can leave a message,

and we'll get back to you later.

Bye-bye. [ Beep ]

Hi, care. Hello, David.

Three weeks now,

and my period is already in sync
with Oprah Winfrey.

Just thought you'd like to know.

David, sweetheart,
this is your mother.

I have two questions...

Number one, why don't you call?

And number two,
is Carrie a boy or a girl?

Shit! I knew I
forgot to call someone!

I'm telling you,
everything's gonna be fine.

Freida: Oh!

There's a Cohen brothers shoes.

Yeah, of course, on beacon.

No, no, no, further east,
next to the Indian restaurant.

You got it. Okay, Bobby.

Well, it was nice talking
to you, too, hon.

Good luck. Yeah. Bye-bye.

Wrong number, hm.

Don't worry.

Brisket is coming,

but first...

A little soup with knaidlach.

Oh, I've had those.

Not like these.

This is the tough part.

See, Mrs. C makes this
killer brisket... world-class.

But before you can eat any,

you gotta survive
the interrogation...

Survive the interrogation...

So, Carrie, tell us
a little bit about yourself.

I was... I was born and raised
here... I mean, Wellesley.

Date of birth?

June 6, 1963.

Earlier,
I thought you said July!

July. I-i meant July.

Aha. Do I make you nervous,
Carrie?

You're my guest.

Eat!

Oh, that's good.

I mean, that was excellent!

It was the best knaidlach
I've ever had!

Have you ever seen
this man before?

Uh, i-i don't think so.

You don't think so?!

Think!

Uh, no, I'm sure.

And where was your father
during world war ii?

Um, college, uh, uh,
medical school...

Uh, Dartmouth university.
I went there, also.

She made it! Yes!

My David could have gone
to B.U.... Harvard, even.

He had the S.A.T.S,

but he wanted to go away
from home.

Go figure.

Dear, my husband
is a very proud man.

He doesn't like to lose,

so if you could just ease up
a bit on your serve.

You want me to throw the game?
Kenneth: Come on, come on, come on.

Powwow's over.

No strategy's gonna beat
my little care bear and I.

Please, dear?

It's in your own best interest.

Out!

With a smile.

By a mile.

I don't know.

I mean, to swallow your pride
in one gulp?

David must be...

In love.

I don't know.

I do know you won't see me
sucking up like that,

selling out
to Kenneth and Giselle

for a few free drinks
and convenient court time.

Hey, do you think that's why
I've never been asked back?

David, man-to-man,

you had a pretty fair
game going there,

but then you lost the scent
and screwed the pooch.

Killer instinct wins matches.

K.I.... close the deal.

You read trump?

I'm waiting for the movie.

Consistency. Follow-through.

Like I tell
my lovely wife, Giselle,

tennis, proctology...

It's all in the follow-through.

Well, not... not many people
enjoy your consistency, sir.

Hell, you can smoke a pipe and
play tennis at the same time.

Grace under pressure.

I learned that during the war.

Uh, Korea? No, no, no, no.

Carter administration...
Four years of economic hell.

Crown. Crown.

Should I know that name?
What's the old man do?

Oh, eat... sleep... complain.

What?

I'll tell you
what the old man doesn't do.

He doesn't collect animal heads,

he doesn't say things like
"screw the pooch,"

and he doesn't call
Ronald Reagan "the Gipper."

He calls him "that bad
actor from the chimp movies." Oy!

You like guns, David? Well, uh,
to tell you the truth, sir, I...

This is a beauty...
12 Gauge over-and-under.

Here, take ahold of it.
Go on, take it. Take it!

It's not loaded
or anything, is it?

Oh, let's see.

Ah. No, it isn't.

Now it is.

Here, put this on your shoulder.

There. Now grab ahold
of the stock there.

And put this hand up there.
There you go.

Now, lean into it. Lean into it.

How's that feel, son?
It feels good, sir.

It feels... you know,
it makes you feel like a man.

Lunch.

David:
If you really want to know,

the real expert on the subject
was a girl that Eli knew.

Yeah? Yeah.

Shock me.

She's a nurse... nutritionist.

She said that guys are, like,
you know... pure protein.

Of course, that's it... protein.

And... and... and you guys

are just
the surgeon generals of love

just sharing this with us
f-for our own well-being.

Oh, come on, David,
can you honestly say

that if you were in my position,

you'd feel any differently?

Hon, if Eli and I were shipwrecked
on a deserted island,

and the only way to survive

was, you know,
the nutrients involved,

then, yes, yes!

We'd be going down on each
other every five minutes.

I'd kill myself and then him.

Hello?

Eli.

What's up?

David, get down here right now. I'm telling you.

The planets are lined up tonight
or something, I don't know,

but the chicks here tonight
are not to be missed.

Now, huh?

You don't have to touch.
You can just look.

Yeah, Eli,

look, I can't come down now.
It's, uh...

Carrie's not feeling real well,

and I just... I just can't.
It's not a good time.

What about Friday?

Friday... uh, yeah, Friday...

Friday night, definitely.

No, dinner with
Charles and Lizbeth.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Uh... Eli, um,
I'll call you tomorrow?

Oh, man, I hope she's worth it.

I'm telling you, you're
missing out big-time, pal.

Big-time.

Mm. You know what?

I'm gonna go take a bath.

Missing out.

Two words that have haunted me
my entire life.

Why can't I just be happy
with where I am

and with what I've got?

Why do I keep thinking about
where I could be

and what I could get?

Christ.

My scoping days are over.

I mean, I'm different.

I'm in love.

Why can't I just be happy
with what I've got?

I just don't know who David is.

I mean, sometimes i-i feel like
I'm living with three men...

Mrs. crown's little boy,
the one who throws a tantrum

every time he runs out
of shampoo,

um, Eli's best buddy,

the one who pulls back
when things get too intimate...

And then there's my David.

He's funny...

He's sensitive...

And considerate.

He's the one I moved in with.

How'd I end up
with the other two?

Missing out.

Missing out,

like Eli's really
doing something

that I want to be a part of.

Excuse me, mister.

We were just coming back
from our cheerleading meet.

We're all virgins,
but for some reason...

Maybe it's
the planet alignment...

Well, we all decided that
tonight was the night to...

Well...

You know...

Go all the way.

So, perhaps you and your friend
could help us out...

You know, take us around
the city, ply us with liquor,

and then take us back
to your place?

Well, I'd be delighted, uh...

Of course, it's just
gonna have to be me.

See, all my friends
are busy tonight or too tired

or home with
their live-in girlfriends.

Well...

Do you think maybe you could
handle us all by yourself?

Yes. Yes, I do.

David.

David. Listen to me.

What?

Sorry.

Uh, what?

You're bored with this
relationship, is that it?

No, no, god, no.

No, you see, it's just that...

Listen...

Pizza is my favorite food...

Pepperoni and sausage, right?

W-w-what's your favorite food?

What?

Linguine and clam sauce.

An excellent choice...
Linguine and clam sauce.

It's great. You love it
more than anything else.

You could probably have it
almost every night.

Almost every night,

but you... you wouldn't want to.

You'd want to try something new,
something different.

You know what?

Your little analogy's
starting to piss me off.

Okay. Okay.
Let's... let's forget it.

Good.

Let's just...

...go to sleep.

Where were you?

I was out.

With Eli.

You could have called.

Am I on a leash?

Can't I have a good time
without you?

Can't you have a good time
with me?

Would it be so bad
to... to invite me along?

You know, you used to think
I was pretty good company.

Oh, hon, you know,
when... when Eli and I go out,

you know, it's a...
It's a guy thing.

Eli... David and Eli.

David, you're not
married to Eli.

Well, I'm not married
to you, either.

David, wait.

What's wrong?

A phone call costs 20 cents.

Hello, mommy, can I stay out and play?

Oh, grow up!

All right, you fellas, give me
a little help here, please.

Can I have a show of hands...
All of you who agree with me

that a relationship
is a fine place to sleep,

but you wouldn't want
to live there.

Ah! See? Clear majority.

Four guys?

What do you want from me? They're
surrounded by the enemy.

What?

W-we're not talking.

We're eating.

We used to talk when we ate.

What do you want to talk about?

I don't know. Anything.

Can we just enjoy our dinner?

Fine. Yeah.

I can't enjoy my dinner.

Something's happened.
I-i just...

I don't feel connected
to you anymore.

Do you feel connected to me?

Oh, please don't give me
that look, okay?

And please don't say,
"oh, Jesus, Carrie."

Okay.

What do you want from me?

We're in trouble, and I just
want to talk to you about it.

Why do you want
to talk about it?

When you hit a rough spot,

sometimes the best thing to do
is just ride through it.

Sometimes
talking makes it worse.

Let it go.

I can't let it go.

We have to deal with this now.

There's nothing to deal with.

You know, Eli's right.

Sometimes you just
over-analyze everything.

What, you and Eli sit around
talking about me?

What do you... what do you
say to Eli about me?

Eli's my friend.
We talk about things.

Look, can... can...
Can we not do this?

Let... let's stop this
before it turns into a fight.

It is a fight.

Look at me, David.

Wouldn't you rather someone else

be sitting here right now?

No, I wouldn't.

Be honest... wouldn't you be
having a better time

if someone else was here
and not me?

No. No one else.

I don't believe you.

Yeah, okay, all right.

I-i-i can imagine
another woman here with me.

You know what?

And you're right...
I'm having a better time.

Want to know why?

Because she doesn't
tell me what I'm thinking.

And lead me around on a leash,

and she doesn't hang
Hockneys on my wall.

And she doesn't
drive me crazy with bullshit

while I'm eating!

Carrie!

Let me in!

Wilma!!

Aw! Hate to see that happen.

I'll go make up the couch.

So, she locked you
out of your own apartment.

Our apartment.

Well...

I say let her stay there.

Let her sit in the apartment
with her plants

and her rolled-up socks
and her Hockster paintings.

Hockney.

Eli...

Whatever it is, it's hers.
She can have it.

I've got the old David back,
don't I?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Y-you do remember
the old David, don't you?

Come on, quick... the three F’s.

F... what are they?

F... film.

Yeah. F... food.

Yes! Film, food, fuck. Yes!

Welcome back, David.

So, why did we break up?

Why does anybody break up?

Her friends don't like
your friends.

Her mother doesn't like you.

She's a prude.
You're an inconsiderate slob.

She forgets to cap
the toothpaste.

You like to sleep
with the window open.

Is that what it's all about?

Or is being with somebody
like...

Getting too close to the sun?

Y-y-you gotta jump back

or you're gonna get burned
or go blind.

Carrie: Hi, you've reached
the apartment.

Of Carrie and Mr. shit.

We're not here right now,
and if he were, I wouldn't be.

Bye.

...earn 1 1/2 times our income
for the same fucking job,

nut-scratching, beer-belching,

"was it good for you?"
Like he really cares,

belligerent,
"hey, what's on cable?"

Only own three pairs of shoes

and pay half of what you do
for formal wear

and then can wear it again,

sports-obsessed,
genetically inferior,

orally fixated,
perpetually adolescent...

Left, left, left, right, left.

Left.

I think my friend David
needs a refresher course.

Back to basics.

Lights!

You really think
this is necessary?

It's very dark in a bar.

You're not spider-man, okay?

Being able to identify a woman
by silhouette

proves to be both necessary
and cost-effective.

[ Scoffs ] Look, David,

no one can afford to buy a drink
for every ugly woman in a bar...

Not you, not me, not
the brothers Shearson Lehman.

Eli, come on.

Okay.
You're gonna like this, huh?

This'll be good for you.

Babe or troll?

Babe.

Eh...

Yes. Very nice. Nicely done.

And next.

Babe...

Or troll?

Eli, I... can't really...

Yes, you can.

Think. Come on. You've got time.

Babe.

Yes!

Yes, Claudia.

Mmm, Claudia.

Buy a drink for Claudia?
Mnh-mnh. I don't think so.

Buy a condo for Claudia.

Uh, okay, Eli,
this is all very well and good,

but does intelligence
factor into this at all?

You want brains,
fuck Margaret Thatcher.

Next.

Babe or troll?

Oh, babe, definitely.

Oh, that's a shame.

Hmm?

You've chosen Marge Simpson...

An animated cartoon
of a hausfrau

to turn your crank.

You must be very pleased.

Jessica rabbit,
I could understand.

Even myself, I've thought on
occasion, "yes," but Marge?

I don't think so.

We've had enough for today, though.
Let's go out and have some fun.

Okay.

He's ready. I can feel it.

He's ready to re-enter society
a reformed man.

Sure, sure, I gotta worry
about a relapse,

but I got two words
that should do the trick...

"Tracy Seymour,."

A.K.A.
"Let's 'see more' Tracy"...

A sure thing.

Eli: Ping-pong balls?

I thought you wanted
king Kong's balls.

Oh, that is a great joke!

That's very funny.

It's funny because the guy
wanted... right?...

To play ping-pong,
and then structurally,

it's a funny joke because he
wants... let's get out of here.

The guy wants ping-pong balls, right?
Come on.

And the store owner thinks
literally that he...

Like, if you wanted potato salad
and you asked for coleslaw,

so you ask for potato salad,
and the guy says,

"I have, uh... coleslaw for you,

and why not give me, uh..."

But in this case, you asked
for ping-pong balls

and you got huge gorilla balls!

That's very funny.

David.

Tracy, I can't make love to you.

I'm sorry. What?

Tracy, I can't make love to you.

One more time, please.

I can't make love to you.

Oh, i-i thought
that's what he said.

Fine.

I'll walk you home.

No. I'll be fine.

Carrie: Hello?

Carrie, it's me.

Really need to talk to you.

You fuckin' pussy.

It's like when you finally meet
the right person.

I mean, the most important
thing to me is commitment.

I mean, we're all afraid
to trust.

And I don't just mean
trust each other...

I mean trust ourselves,
trust our feelings.

And share those feelings.

I mean, what are you
supposed to do... read my mind?

No. Men and women have to tell
each other what they want.

I can tell you what I want,
Carrie.

I want a relationship
based on honesty, trust,

and continual communication,

And... oh.

Oh, I gotta take that.
Excuse me.

Could I get you anything else?

How's the cheesecake?

The only thing worse
than not getting what you want

is getting what you want.

Oscar Wilde. He knew.

Man on television:
...Cubic zirconia.

Nice matching rubies,
vibrant color,

the gemstone of the souls,
as it's been called.

Only $35.

♪ I am such a funny clown ♪

♪ I like to travel
'round and 'round ♪

♪ the circus is my home ♪

♪ I always sleep alone ♪

Ohh! Make up or break up!

This stalemate has got to end.

You know,
for once, I agree with her.

I do. I don't care what happens.

I just want my couch back.

He's not calling her.
She's not calling him.

Can someone help this couple?

Good evening.
I'm Ted Koppel, and this...

Is "Nightline."

Tonight, "love on the rocks"...

Crown versus Davenport.

You'd have to be living
in a vacuum the past week.

Not to notice the friction.

Between young lovers David crown.

And Carrie Davenport.

Standing by
in our Boston affiliate,

the principals.

David,
is there a case to be made.

That the final blowup

was only symptomatic
of much deeper problems?

Deeper problems?

What do you mean?

David, I'm referring to
this "missing out" feeling,

which, as you put it,
has, and I quote,

"haunted me my entire life."

Phew! Who does your research?

Why do you worry about what
you might be missing, David,

outside of your relationship
with miss Davenport,

instead of concentrating
on creating

a deeper, more meaningful
relationship with her?

It's not that I don't love her.

I-i do. I-i love her
with all my heart.

I-i just...

I don't know.
Sometimes i-i feel trapped.

But why, David? I'm not
trying to trap you.

Yeah, I know that, hon.
I just... um...

Carrie, David is simply expressing
a general fear of commitment.

Let me see if I can
give you an example.

What's your favorite food?

No, Ted, shh!

Look, we're trying to reach
an accord here, okay?

Carrie?

I will do everything
in my power to change...

Because... i-i love you...

And I need you.

And...

I want to come home.

Ted, how do we get out
of these boxes?

Linguine and clam sauce.

Your favorite.

That's very sweet of you.

It is.

But, um...

Why don't we try
something just...

A little different?

That's it... drive it.
Foul! That's a foul!

Where's the call?!

Where's the fucking call?!
Oh, man!

There should be... David,
do you believe this shit?

This liver's great.
What? What happened?

Bird brings it in, around-the-back
pass to Lewis, right?

Sweet baseline move, and then
Laimbeer and Rodman mug him.

No, no, they rape him,
like in prison!

The pistons aren't a team.

They're the Manson family in shorts.
Here.

You liked that... the liver, right?
It's great.

Okay, now try the pasta salad
with peppers.

Give me a "T" here.
Do I like this?

Hold on, folks.

I can't believe
what I've just heard.

"Do I like this?" What?

You all right?

Did I hear you correctly?

Did you ask her if you
liked a particular food?

So? So?

So?!

That's a question
that an old man

asks his wife at a salad bar...

Couples who have been married
thousands of years.

Men who no longer own
their own prostate.

Men who have no free will
ask that question.

It's beyond pathetic.

I have a radio in my car.

Oh, guys! Zoe, wait.

Eli, it's the fourth quarter.

They're turning into
the Reagans.

Do I hate this?

1:37 in the ballgame.

Carrie.

Eli.

Yes, David?

Where's Carrie?

Oh, well, I'd rather...

I know you think I'm pussy-whipped,
but tell me where she is.

I won't.

You know where she is.
Tell me where she is.

I'd really rather not say.

Please, Eli,
tell me where she is.

You're not going to like it, David.
Where is she?

She got tired of waiting
for you to commit.

Where's Carrie? Where is she?!
Where is she?!

She's about to marry
a proctologist!

Taxi! Taxi! Oof!

I know. I know.

A dream is your subconscious
trying to get through.

But, you know,

it's like a bad connection
to Wabash, Australia.

You miss every other word,
and nothing makes sense.

Somehow you know

it's the most important call
of your life.

So, what do you do?

I mean, if you can't be sure?

If you can only guess?

When it's your turn to talk,
what do you say?

Excuse me.

♪ While there is time ♪

♪ let's go out... ♪

Carrie Davenport...

♪ If you hold me ♪

will you marry me?

♪ I will let you
into my dreams ♪

♪ for time is a river ♪

I will.

♪ Roll... ♪

I will. I will. I will.

Reactions were... varied.

Shiksa.

Oh, god!

Married. March.

Lovely wife Giselle,
are we in town then?

We nailed one!

Hey, guys, man overboard!
Man overboard!

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

This means we get to throw
a bachelor party, right?

Yeah! Whoo! Yeah! Yeah!

Love's latest victim,
David crown.

David, from your best man...

To his best friend.

The key to my hotel room

and to the city...

Are yours.

David?

Hey, David.

Hi!

David. David. Hello!

You're the best man, son.

You should know
where he is at all times.

So, uh, where is she, Zoe?

And why is she there?

Well, I'm not sure.

But I'm sure this is
the happiest day of her life.

It better be.

The natives are
getting restless.

No shit. We need
some entertainment.

Do you play the piano, sir?

No!

But my lovely wife,
Giselle, does.

Find him!

Hi.

Hiya.

How's David?

It was hard to tell.

Zoe, you're my best friend.

What's gonna happen to us
if I get married?

Nothing.

What's gonna happen to me
if I get married?

What do you mean?

Remember what you said to me
at my party...

About me losing my identity?

I know you were kidding...

But I don't know...
I think you might be right.

Well, I was right.

I mean, you will lose
your identity,

but only to find...
A new identity.

And no offense...
Maybe a better one.

As a wife?

As a wife...

As a mother...

As a grandmother.

Boy, can you imagine me
as a grandmother?

Sure!

Zoe, can I rely on him?

Can I rely on... on me?

Do you love him?

Yes.

Would you rather go back
to living with me?

I love you, too, but...

Then let's go get married.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, you're in my seat.

How'd you know I'd be here?

Come on.

We've been coming here
since we were 6.

Oh, by the way,
Kenneth is, uh...

Muy pissed.

How about Carrie?

She, uh... didn't say.

Everything is always right here.

Life is perfect
under the green monster.

You ever notice that?

I'm usually too drunk
by the sixth inning,

but... yeah.

I don't think anything
in my marriage

is ever gonna be
as... perfect as that.

Oh, it won't be.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, David,
but it won't be.

Why not?

Because marriage
isn't baseball, man.

It isn't a game. It's very real.

Besides,
there's a lot less spitting.

So why am I doing this?

Because you want to.

Because I want to... eventually.

You never really liked Carrie,
did you?

You know, when I first met her,
I thought, "Carrie."

You know...
Stephen king's "Carrie."

But I got to know her,
and, uh...

She's okay. She's all right.
She's... she's good.

I'm gonna marry
Carrie Davenport.

You know, someday...
Not too soon, but someday...

We're gonna come out here,

and you-know-who is gonna be
sitting right between us,

sucking on a frosty malt.

Who?

Your kid! "Who?"

You think?

Come on, the first thing.

Uncle Eli teaches
the little sperm in Reeboks

is how to sneak into the park.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I never asked you...
What do you do for a living?

I'm an accountant.

And do you, Carrie,

take this man, David, to be
your lawfully wedded husband,

in sickness and in health
till death do you part?

I do.

And do you, David,

take this woman, Carrie,
to be your lawfully wedded wife

in sickness and in health,

to love, honor, and respect her
till death do you part?

I do.

Then if there is no one here
who objects to this union...

Then by the powers
vested in me... And me.

...and by the covenant
of Moses and Abraham...

By god and the state
of Massachusetts.

...by the state of Israel,

together: We now pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

We're not done, huh?
That's it? This is it? What?

Talk to me about rules.
Talk to me about love.

All right,
it's a 4-letter word, huh?

All right, when King Kong grabbed Fay
Wray, that was love, was it not?

Sweet love, absolutely, yeah.

But afterwards, boom!
Dead monkey.

What the hell's that? Just
tell me it was worth it, okay?

You're goddamn right
it was worth it!

They knew it
the minute they met.

I knew it.

Even you knew it,
although that didn't stop you.

From torturing them
every step of the way,

did it, studmuffins?

Uh, eh...
W-what are best friends for?

I mean, I had to be sure
he was sure.

Really?

Yes.

Well, that's very sweet.

I may have misjudged you.

What are you saying?

Well, you want to go
to a movie sometime?

What... you and me?

Yeah.

Dutch, no strudel,

no Haagen sex,

although I know
you desperately want me.

Just a movie.

You may kiss the bride.

Not so fast, padre.

The ceremonial breaking
of the glass.

Mazel tov! Mazel tov! Mazel tov!

Mazel tov!

Roll credits.