"Your attention, please." "Flight 217 from Venice, Italy, now arriving at Gate 34." "Please claim all baggage at carousel number two in baggage claim." "Your attention, please." "Flight 217 from Venice, Italy, now arriving at Gate 34." "Please claim all baggage at carousel number two in baggage claim." "I'll be by tomorrow for my stuff!" "Oh, uh, call first." "'Cause I might be having sex with a complete stranger!" "Forty-five minutes for a cab." "This is ridiculous." "Cheese and rice!" "Oh, yeah!" "Boy, you got it in there didn't you, honey?" "Thank you so much." "I need a ride." "Get out of my way." "Get in!" "Just try and keep it on the road for a change." "Can't you get it any closer?" "I don't want to scratch the paint." "What do you do here, Tom Leezak?" "Just open the gate, Yuan." "You and Tom not together anymore." "Just open the gate, Yuan!" "Okay." "That one looks heavy." "Get that junk wagon out of here." "Right away, Princess!" "Not one word." "Are Mom and Dad home?" "No." "They're at the emphysema ball." "Don't worry, Peewee, we'll get this Tom mess cleaned up." "Sarah." "Kyle." "Kyle." "Wake up." "Okay, I'm home." "So, you can leave whenever you want." "Hi, this is Tom and Sarah... and we can't come to the phone right now... because we're honeymooning in Europe!" "Yea!" "Send a large wedding gift... or we won't call you back..." "I'm serious." "Tom, Kyle." "I got your message." "I'm sorry the honeymoon sucked." "Anyway, don't wig." "I'll set up lodging in your place." "And when you get back, we'll do some Budweiser therapy." "Hi, Sarah." "It's Peter." "I thought I might catch you in." "And Tom, if you're listening, buddy..." "I feel your pain." "So where you been, man?" "You're on in five." "I walked over." "I had to clear my head." "So?" "What happened?" "I had the perfect relationship that was ruined by marriage." "I mean, you saw it, right?" "We were perfect from the minute we met." "Right?" "Yeah." "In fact, it was nauseating." "Thank you, Fred." "Blue 28!" "Watch the one!" "I'm open!" "Football!" "Sorry!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "You had nothing on it." "Cheers..." "Sarah McNerney." "Cheers, Tom Leezak." "So what do you do when you're not Joe Montana?" "I work at KNR radio." "Your traffic information station." "So I have myself a real live radio host, huh?" "No." "Someday I'll be that guy." "Sports, hopefully." "Right now, I just do spot traffic reports." "On the graveyard shift." "Every other week." "When the full-time guy's sick." "You're that Tom?" "Yeah." "You actually heard me on the air?" "Yeah." "I called in about a week ago, like 3:00 a.m." "You said the Pasadena freeway was all clear... so I took it and got stuck behind a jackknifed big rig... for, like, three hours." "Sarah from Beverly Hills." "Who called me a..." "fathead." "You got pretty heated." "Very heated." "So, 3:00 a.m.?" "That's a little bit past your bedtime, now isn't it?" "How do you know my bedtime?" "I was wrapping out an auction." "I'm a gofer at Sotheby's." "Beverly Hills, Sotheby's." "Let me guess." "Marketing major, Stanford." "Smarty-pants in the front row." "Art History major, Wellesley, back row." "Oh, back row." "Sweet!" "Me too." "Communications, Burbank Community College." "You wanna hear the fight song?" "No, thank you." "Are you sure?" "I'm really good at it." "No, really." "Thanks." "That's a good choice." "McNerney..." "You're not by any chance daughter of Dan McNerney... part owner of the Lakers and Dodgers McNerney?" "I'll take that as a yes." "You ready to get your ass kicked at eight-ball, Leezak?" "You are dreaming, Wellesley." "I went to day care in a pool hall." "Oh." "Pretty confident there, huh, fathead?" "Bags, shush." "Bags, shh!" "And that was it." "A month later, we moved in together." "And why the hell did we get married... when we had loving each other so completely nailed?" "I don't know." "Ten seconds." "Well, why does anyone get married?" "Does it make sense to be with one person for your entire life?" "People change." "They grow." "You're on, Tom." "Maybe we'd still be together... if I'd gotten the proposal right... but nope..." "The proposal is critical, and I blew it." "Tom!" "This is Tom Leezak with KNR traffic at 2:06 a.m." "At this hour, there are approximately seven vehicles on all southland freeways." "So if you feel like skateboarding down the 405, she's wide open." "Stay tuned for another traffic update in 10 minutes... on KNR, your traffic information station." "And we're out." "Look here, Tom." "You gotta focus." "All right, man?" "Forget about proposals." "Forget about marriage." "All right?" "Bags." "Do you have to grunt all the time?" "You're just like..." "a little pig with hair." "Would you..." "Oh, look at me." "I'm just the cutest doggy in the world." "I'm the cutest doggy in the world." "Throw the ball for me." "I'll pull on your leg all day." "Bags!" "Seriously, I will..." "Bags, I'm reading." "Go... fetch." "It wasn't like Bags to chase pigeons." "This pigeon was cruel." "It was..." "Bags, he just..." "He just went for him." "He was taunting." "And... squawking." "Squawking?" "Oh... squawking." "At first, it was..." "It was more of a-a, more of a purring." "Coo." "You know how they coo." "Yeah." "You know, I mean, Bags was..." "You know, got his attention." "He has a low tolerance for those kinds of annoyances." "But then it turned into this, like, shrill... c-caw..." "You're lying." "What?" "Your nostrils always flare when you lie." "Flare." "Flare!" "They're not flaring." "I'm not lying." "Honey, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm just really overwhelmed." "You promise we'll never lie to each other?" "It's a promise." "I love you so much." "Listen..." "Sarah..." "I want to marry you, Tom Leezak." "I want to marry you too." "Why you bring Dodge to front?" "Park at service entrance." "Open the gate, Yuan." "Okay." "Here we go!" "Well, well, well." "What a surprise!" "Mom." "Oh, welcome to the family, Tom." "Thank you, Mrs. McNerney." "Oh, you can call me Pussy now." "Thank you." "Pussy." "Well, wonderful." "Wonderful!" "Yuan, champagne for everybody!" "Knock it off, Dickie!" "Peewee, my youngest daughter." "You little rebel." "And you, Tom Leezak... you're... well..." "Wonderful surprise." "Thank you, Mr. McNerney." "I..." "I just hope that I can be... all that I can be... in this... family." "Well..." "I love Sarah." "That's all I need to know." "Well, you really missed the boat... didn't you, Prentiss?" "Yes, I did, Dan." "You bet your ass you did." "I should've been courting Sarah... instead of putting in 19-hour days at the office." "Anyway... congratulations, to both of you." "Seriously, from..." "from my heart." "Thank you, Peter." "You're a lucky man." "Hey, I know that." "Grab a flute ofbubbly and rise." "Everybody ready?" "Why is Peter Prentiss here?" "Dad's doing a business deal with him." "All right." "Health, wealth, happiness!" "Health, wealth, happiness!" "All right." "Peewee, 10-yard out." "Leezak, gimme a five-yard slant." "You got this, man." "Don't worry about it." "Calm down." "What do you mean, calm down?" "Hey, why do bad things happen to good people?" "That's what I want to know." "Where's that in your book?" "She's very determined, you know." "Are you kidding?" "Look, he's a Polack." "No, he's a..." "He's a Polack." "I know that." "I warned you." "Let's see what Leezak's packing." "Ready?" "All right." "And break!" " Break!" "On one." "Ready?" "You girls ready for this?" "Down!" "Set!" "That was a hard one." "That was a tough one." "Yeah!" " That's what I'm talkin' about." "What are you doing, Willie?" "Hey, I slipped." "I still got my flag." "I'm good." "I'm good." "Oh, my Peewee." "Always moving so fast." "You move in together after a month... live together for nine months, and now you're engaged." "Oh, I know you love him, but you know... sometimes it takes more than love... to sustain a marriage." "You need to be old enough to know who you are... and what you want and who he is." "Oh, Mom, Mom, he's wild and spontaneous... and hysterical and offbeat... and on top of all that... he's centered, and he's down to earth." "He's everything I want... and we have this passion for each other... that's just... oh!" "I'm jealous." "All right." "First thing tomorrow... we're gonna plan this wedding!" "Hey, you." "So I guess everyone thinks that we're crazy... for doing this." "Now, when did we start caring about what other people think?" "Well, are you sure that... you don't want to marry a guy like Peter?" "If I wanted to know exactly what my life would be... from here on out..." "I would marry a guy like Peter." "But I love not knowing." "I love our messy loft." "Your beater car." "I want to start a life with you." "Sarah?" " Go." "Hi, Daddy." "Peewee... marriage is like a business investment." "Its..." "Its long-term viability... is best established unemotionally." "Bottom line, Daddy?" "We love each other." "That is all that matters, tsk." "Leezak." "Good night, sir." "Congratulations, Mr. Leezak." "Big Daddy Leezak's in the house!" "Oh, I hope she doesn't spook on you, man." "What do you mean?" "I love Sarah." "Don't get me wrong, but... rich chicks spook." "A powerful daddy plus family money equals expectations." "Expectations are like a fungal rot on a marriage." "My marriage is not gonna have a fungal rot." "We're gonna be happily married every day... for the rest of our lives." "Unless she finds out that you slaughtered her dog." "Oh, don't worry." "I'll take that to my grave." "Okay." "If you change your mind at the altar... just pass out." "I'm not going to change my mind." "Okay." "I'm just saying if you do... just hit the floor." "Thank you, but it's not gonna happen." "So, you're sure you're ready... to give up your grazing rights?" "I'm not a grazer, Kyle." "Well, what if you became one later in life?" "I mean, over the next 10 years... you're giving up five hayrides per year." "So I can either be happily married to Sarah... or have 50 one-night stands." "Minimum." "That's not even a choice." "Okay, okay." "Let's move on." "Are there any chicks you didn't have... that you wish you had?" "You are, like, the worst best man ever." "Hey, Peter!" "Over here, Prentiss." "I can't believe she invited Prentiss." "Glad you made it, buddy." " Hey, man." "What's going on?" "Did she ever hook up with that yahoo?" "They went backpacking in Europe once." "It was after high school." "I don't think anything happened." "You're getting married and she didn't share the roster?" "She shared the roster." "Merrick and Bruce." "What about Prentiss?" "And you never asked again?" "I won." "It's irrelevant." "Okay." "As long as you're okay with a bogus roster." "It's not a bogus roster." "Is he on, or is he off?" "He's..." "Shut up." "And you could've had Peter." "I did have Peter." "It wasn't that hot, okay?" "Excuse me?" "I was in Seattle... helping on an appraisal... ran into Peter..." "We went out." "I drank way too much... and before I knew it we... tussled." "You bad girl." "I wanted to tell Tom so many times... but he gets so jealous, you know?" "Listen, it doesn't matter that he doesn't know." "It's not like you guys were married... and even if you were..." "No, no, no." "It matters to me." "It's like living a lie." "I cannot live a lie." "There will always be this big, fat elephant... in the room with us." "Listen, Peewee." "Never tell him." "It's time to go, Sarah." "Come on." "Got everything?" "Yes." "How you holding up?" "Pussy's a mess." "I'm just telling you right now." "Be prepared." "Wait." "Okay." "Are you okay?" " Yes." "Are you all right?" " I'm fine." "This threshold thing isn't as easy as it looks." "Daddy got the big suite!" "Yeah, he did." "We're really married." "We're really, really really married." "Forever and ever." "Do you feel like... it?" "I don't know." "Do you?" "Oh..." "I'm kind of tired." "Me too." "I am." "I mean, yeah." "Okay." "What's the matter?" "It's our wedding night, and we don't want to have sex." "No." "Uh... it's okay." "We're tired." "It's fine." "It's just that this is our wedding day... and it's something I fantasized about... my whole life." "And now it's over." "Did you have wedding fantasies when you were a little boy?" "Kinda." "Oh, honey." "Oh, my God." "Tomorrow, my parents are gonna know..." "I'm not a virgin anymore." "Sarah..." "You haven't been a virgin since college." "I know." "I know... but tomorrow they're gonna know for sure... that I'm not a virgin... and they're gonna know that you deflowered me." "Oh, God!" "Oh, no!" "Oh, honey!" "Deflowered?" "That's what my mom always called it." "My mommy." "Oh, Sarah." "I love you." "Okay?" "And we have our entire lives to have sex... so it's okay if we don't do it tonight." "Okay?" "Now I kind of feel like it." "Really?" "Yeah." "That was a sexy speech." "I turn it on every once in a while." "Oh." "Bloody nose." "Bloody nose." "Oh, hello, hello." "You're mine for one night... and you're falling apart already." "I'm not gonna have to trade you in, am I?" "Okay, okay." "There you go." "Just like that." "Stop the bleeding." "I look like a chimp." "You look gorgeous." "Let's go to sleep." "I love you." "I love you too, babe." "Sweetie, our plane leaves in an hour." "Okay, so that wasn't the smoothest start to a honeymoon." "But tomorrow we will be at the foot of the alps... at the Hotel DuReve." "Yes, we will." "It's gonna be totally perfect." "Yes." "It sounds totally perfect." "But I can't wait until then." "Jimmy crack corn!" "Close it, bitch!" "There's a lock on the door for a reason, junior." "I'm claustrophobic, okay?" "Do we have a problem?" "No." "No problem." "We're just waiting." "Mexican food." "That's an oxymoron." "Sweet Lord." "Where does that come from?" "Let's just wait." " Oh, my gosh." "The captain is anticipating turbulence... and has turned on the fasten seat belt sign." "Kindly return to your seats." "Okay." "Breathe through your mouth." "Breathe through your mouth." "No." "Breathe through your mouth." "Just do it." "Just do it." "Hurry up." "Okay, okay." "Let me just..." "This is gonna work." "Wait." "I'm gonna step on..." "Perfect." "What?" "The crapper's got my foot." "Oh." "Okay, wait." "Let me help." "Okay." "Okay." "One, two, three." "Return to your seats, please." "Be right out." "Okay." "Okay, ready?" "Okay." "One, two, three." "Return to your seats now, please." "Beat it, stew!" "Return..." "Playtime is over, children." "Stop." "Go to your seats!" "Do you hear me?" "Let's flush it." "You flush." "I'll pull." "I can't get it out." "The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign!" "Wait, wait, wait." "Count of three." "Ready?" "One, two, three." "Well, there's something we can tell the grandchildren about." "Great story for the kids." "Bonjour." "How you doin' there, chief?" "Hey, can we get the, uh, le car for le zak?" "Bonjour." "Ah, les réservations sont pour Leezak." "Ah, oui, mademoiselle." "You never told me you spoke French." "It was that summer abroad." "I backpacked to Europe." "Ah, here we are, uh, for Mr. and Mrs. Leezak." "Uh, must be some mistake, non?" "No, no mistake." "Mister and missus." "What the hell?" "These sports scores are two days old." "So?" " So, you know perfectly well... if I don't have an up-to-date sports section to work with... it throws off my whole day, starting' with my morning dump." "Honey, there's gonna be satellite TV in the hotel." "Voilá." "Ah." "I wonder what kind of wheels we got?" "I'm telling you." "This is not the car." "I specifically ordered a compact." "This is a European compact." "No, this is a Ringling Bros. compact." "I've owned Tonka trucks bigger than this car." "I mean, honey, I looked at the brochure... and there was a Fiesta on the cover... not a Bingo." "Aw, baby needs a great big car... to make him happy." "Uh, well, we could really use the Dodge about now." ""Oh, we could really use the Dodge about now."" "What was that?" "You just sound so "Uh-merican."" ""Oh, we could really use the Dodge about now, mmm." ""While I'm makin' a doody..." ""can you hand me my sports section..." ""and a beer with that?" "Thank you very much, ma'am."" "Are you mocking me?" "No, baby." "Just floor it." "I am flooring it." "If I pushed any harder... my foot would blow through the floor... and we'd be Flintstoning our asses there." "Turn here!" "You okay?" "Yeah, you?" " Yeah." "If you would've told me about the turn... maybe before we passed it..." "I wouldn't have had to pull such a NASCAR evasive maneuver." "I was busy looking at the map." "Somebody had to navigate." "Listen to us." "We sound like an old married couple." "Never again." "Just for the record... why did I almost get us killed back there?" "Because that's our hotel." "It looks like a castle." "It is a castle." "And that's precisely why it looks like one." "Let's go." "This is the most beautiful thing..." "I've ever seen." "Let's go." "Look, baby, look." "It comes with free nuns." "Bonjour." " Bonjour." "Bonjour." " Bonjour." "Merci." " Merci." "Bonjour." " Bonjour." "Bonjour." " Bonjour." "Merci." "Ah, bonjour." "Merci." "Bonjour." "Merci." "Bonjour." "Merci." "Bonjour." "Merci." "Oui." "Welcome to Hotel DuReve." "I am Henri Margeaux." "Nous sommes Sarah et Tom Leezak." "Leezak, non?" " Oui." "The honeymooners?" "Oui." "Non." "Oui." " Oui." "Why?" "It's so fresh and young to have marriage, no?" "No." "We're married." "I almost forget." "Ooh, presents." ""Congratulations!" ""Have a wonderful honeymoon." ""Love..." "Peter."" "That's a platonic love." "Forget about Peter." "Here, please enjoy." "Room, haut, upstairs." "Bonjour!" "Merci!" "Tell me this isn't your fantasy." "It's better than my fantasy." "Good. 'Cause we're paying out the ass for it." "Honey, just for the record, when you talk about money... especially in reference to it coming out of your heinie... it sort of kills the romance of the moment." "Right." "Sorry." "Now fight your deep urge to be cheap and give the bellboy a large tip." "Do you guys, uh, provide satellite TV?" "TV in bar." "So there's no TV in this room?" "TV in bar." "Ask him if they have ESPN." "He said, "The TV's in the bar."" "He also said that if he were here with me... he wouldn't be concerned with TV." "He makes a point." "Oh, I gotta call Mom and Dad." "Talk about killin' the romance." "I told 'em I'd call." "It'll just take a minute." "Hi, Mom." "It's Peewee." "Oh, say hi to Pussy for me." "Tom says hello." "Yeah." "Oh, it's so great." ""To Tom and Sarah." "Enhance thy honeymoon." "Love, Kyle."" "I'll call you later, Mom." "Bye." "Cheese and rice." "Is that a Thunderstick A-200?" "And since when did you become the expert?" "I told you about that night I had in college." "You didn't tell me about the hardware." "Getting a visual?" "We gotta charge this thing." "That plug won't fit in a European outlet." "I'll make it fit." "Come on." "Honey, don't force it." "Honey." "Are you okay?" "Holy dear Jesus." "Good thing that didn't happen when we were using it." "Oh, God." "Come on!" "Come on, Thunderstick!" "Oh, no!" "Okay, just let it go." "My grandparents installed the wiring... in the hotel... before World War First." "It worked fine... until you young kids... had to bring out your toys... and ignore the sign." "The..." "That is the..." "That's in French, for Christ's sakes." "That's because we're in France." "Is there anything we could do?" "Pay the damages." "Hold on there, Jacques." "Je m'appelle Henri Margeaux." "Whatever." "Look, this hotel gets guests... from all over the world." "It's your responsibility... to put some American on your signs." "He means English." " Sarah!" "I'm trying to negotiate." "So I must make my hotel of dreams... like every other Howard Johnsons with a bright orange roof?" "It wouldn't hurt!" "Cochon what?" "Stupid American pig." "Well, that..." "I guess that makes you... a stupid French... frog!" "Oh, yeah, I said it." "Frog!" "You get out of my Hotel DuReve!" "I wouldn't stay in this dump if you paid us!" "Let's go to the hojos, honey." "There are no hojos here, Tom." "Sarah, please." "There is a farm up the road... and they have a nice pigsty for you!" "Yeah?" "Well, maybe they'll have... a nice little bulldozer... and we can finish this place off... tough guy!" "And your credit card bill will be a fat one..." "Yeah?" " Mr. Tough Guy!" "Yeah, well, we're keepin' the champagne and the cheese..." "Jacques-strap!" "Let's go, honey." "What's wrong?" "Where are we gonna stay, Tom?" "Don't worry." "This is like a vacation zone." "We'll find a place." "Now get your shit, let's go." "What's the next place?" "The next hotel with no vacancy would be..." "Schloss Hootenvindergalt." "How far is it?" "120 kilometers." "In miles, please." "74.4..." "You multiply by point six." "I'm learning so much." "Oh, me too." "Me too." "Let me guess." "This is great." "This is just what we needed." "Do you want me to drive?" "Honey, I can drive in the snow." "Turn off your brights, jackass!" "Great." "Now we get to freeze to death." "Look, we'll just..." "We'll sleep in here... and we'll dig out in the morning." "I'm so glad I get to hear the phrase..." ""We'll dig out" on my honeymoon." "Yeah." "Why don't you just get it over with now... and blame me?" "Well, if you hadn't insulted Henri at the hotel... then we wouldn't be spending the evening in a snowball." "I'm sorry." "Next time..." "I'll try to be a little bit more refined... like your friend Peter." "Good night, Tom." "Good night, Sarah." "Great." "There's no fucking tilt wheel in Europe." "Are you gonna hate me forever?" "I don't know." "Wanna get drunk and make out?" "Well, that's not gonna get me drunk." "But we could make out." "We could get injured doing this." "I'll settle for a cuddle." "Just let me get the shifter out of my ass." "It's morning." "Oh, my God." "Let's just stay here for the rest of the trip." "Fine with me." "Hey!" " Excuse me!" "A little help here!" "Hi!" " Hey!" "Blue car!" "Blue car!" "Hey, it worked." "Okay, we can catch the 2:00 train to Venice... and go straight to the Gianna." "No, our reservation isn't till Tuesday." "So we'll stay there a few extra days." "I just put an entire castle on my credit card." "We can't afford to stay at the Gianna... for a few extra days." "So?" "I'll call my dad up... and he'll lend us the money, okay?" "No." "No." "There is no possible way..." "I'm taking money from your dad." "Pride is a crutch of the insecure." "You are not taking the money." "I am taking the money." "No, we don't need to take the money." "This is about us now." "Listen, my dad told me... about this nice little pensione in Venice." "Pensione?" "Excuse me." "Could you just drive?" "Please just let me call my dad." "Please?" "No!" "This is our honeymoon." "Not his." "So it's fine to just stay... at some pensione that your father recommended." "Look, we're staying at the Pensione Funicello... and we're gonna have a hell of a good time." "I can't take this anymore." "Honeymoons are supposed to be... all champagne, and room service... and lovemaking..." "We haven't made love..." "And no, no, no." "What do we get?" "We get evicted from a five-star hotel... and to boot, I'm yelling at you!" "We're yelling at each other!" "We're not really yelling at each other." "I'm the one that's yelling, and I'm sorry... and I wanna go home right now." "Maybe we should go home." "I know this honeymoon hasn't been perfect." "But I'm sure that the pensione's... gonna be fine." "Look, we'll check in... sleep late, eat pasta... gaze out at the Piazza del... something, something." "It's gonna be heaven." "Pensione Funicello?" "Si, si." "Are you sure this is "correcto"?" "Si, si." "How bad could it be?" "Aw, crap." "We're in this together, right?" "Do you have four men staring at your boobies right now?" "No." "Yeah, just... you know, we'll try it for one night... and if we don't..." "Live." "Like it... we'll... you know... go somewhere nicer tomorrow." "Grazie." " Grazie." "This is actually happening, okay?" "We're never gonna forget this honeymoon." "Sorry." "Buona sera." "Want to show those paisans how it's done?" "Cockroach!" "Cockroach!" "Oh, honey!" "Honey!" "Okay!" "Okay!" "Let's get out of here, please?" "We're checking out!" "Get it off!" "Get it off me!" "Thanks for the help, Daddy." "Thanks for the help, Daddy." "I miss you." "Okay, bye." "Honey, he wants to talk to you." "Can't you just tell him... thank you from all of us here at the gorgeous Gianna?" "Hello there, Mr. McNerney." "Please bear in mind that our daughter loves him, Dan." "Listen, Leezak..." "Um, I don't expect a cracker like you... to ever measure up... to anything approaching what I would consider... a good match for my daughter... but I'll tell you what I do expect." "I expect you to pay me back in full... just as soon as that... silly ass radio show of yours... yields any kind of reasonable income." "Good-bye, cracker." "Assbag!" "What was that?" "He called me a cracker." "A cracker, honey." "He did not." "What?" "That surprises you?" "Your dad hates me." "Well, wonderful." "Wonderful." "He's got your whole family... praying that this marriage fails." "That's not fair." "Mom's never said a bad word about you." "Pussy's never insulted me!" "Now I feel loved!" "Like your father's never judged me?" "No, he hasn't." "Not once." "Maybe we should just have sex." "Call me crazy... but I'm just not in the mood to make love." "I'm not either, but... we haven't had sex once since we've been married." "And there is something very, very wrong with that." "And I have to tell you..." "Why are you laugh..." "It's not funny." "I'm sorry." "I'm concerned." "Let's go to sleep, we'll get good rest." "We'll sightsee tomorrow." "Be fresh in the morning." "Fine." "And then we'll have sex." "Imagine Ernest Hemingway sitting right over there... at the Café Florian... just sipping a single malt... dreaming up his next masterpiece." "God!" "Those birds are psychotic." "History doesn't interest you at all." "Does it, baby?" "Yeah, it does." "I wasn't an Art History major though, so..." "You don't have to be an Art History major... to appreciate art." "What?" "Do you hear that?" "The bells?" "No?" "What is it, honey?" "What?" "What?" "What are we listening for?" "What?" "What is it?" "I can help!" "It's a message from God." "It's a message." " God?" "And there's a ground ball up the middle for a base hit." "Jackpot!" "Honey, we still have to see the Tintorettos." "The church art is... unbelievable... but it all kind of looks the same to me." "Now you know I love sports." "I mean, I'm a sports freak." "But how often are we in Europe?" "How often are the Dodgers on TV in Europe?" "You're right." "You go watch sports." "I'll go see the Tintorettos." "Honey?" "Yeah?" " Is..." "Is this a loving act of generosity... or am I going to pay for this later?" "Does it make a difference?" "I'm going to make this up to you, huge." "Huge." "Tonight, everything is your choice." "Dinner in a church if you want." "I'll meet you at the hotel." "I love you." " I love you." "Grazie." "Grazie, goddamn it!" "Buon giorno, Fredo." "Oh, buon giorno, Mr. Peter Prentiss." "Come sta?" " Bene." "Bene." "Peter?" "Peewee, what a surprise!" "What are you doing here?" "In Venice?" " Yes." "In Venice, yes." "Nextron's buying out Ferugia Chocolate... that deal that me and your dad were working on... so they sent the kid in to close the deal." "Did you get that bottle of cognac I sent?" "Uh, yes, I, uh... thought it a tad inappropriate." "I'm sor..." "I didn't, uh..." "I'm just trying to be the gallant loser here." "Peter..." "Why don't we celebrate this great coincidence?" "We're in Venice." "I'll take you guys to dinner." "I'm on my honeymoon." "My..." "My honeymoon." "See?" "Yeah." "I can be so thick sometimes." "Grazie." "I'm sorry." "I got a lot of work to do anyways... so I'm going to disappear." "You guys have fun." "Oh, Peter, wait." "Uh, I don't mean to be rude." "You couldn't be rude if you tried." "How's the honeymoon?" "It's good?" "It's a dream?" "It's great." "Oh, yeah." "Great." "Where's Tom?" "Oh, he's, uh... at the, uh... the church with..." "Uh, with, uh... with..." "He's..." "He's a huge history buff." "Yeah." "Well, see?" "It's good that you guys share that passion." "Oh, yeah... yeah." "Bye." "Fredo..." "I need to know where that little signora is... at all times." "Very bold, Mr. Prentiss." "Grazie." "[Tom] Dodgers won!" "Dodgers won!" "The Dodgers won, honey." "See..." "I knew you were going to make me pay... for watching the game." "No." "No, it's not that." "We need to talk." "About what?" "Have you always told me the truth?" "Yeah." "Except the time I told you..." "I liked your brother Willie." "This is serious." " I am serious." "I really don't like him." "Marriage is built on honesty and trust." "I totally agree." " Okay." "Then did you ever do something that you wanted to tell me about... but you couldn't because you felt bad about it?" "And the more time went on... the harder it got for you to tell me?" "And then it turned into this big, fat lie... so you kept not telling me about it..." "Did you talk to Kyle?" "No." "Why?" "No reason." "Does Kyle know something that I should know?" "No." "You covered your nose." "I had an itch." "You were hiding flared nostrils." "What do you have to tell?" "Okay." "It's just... when Bags died... he didn't exactly die... the way that I described it." "Him chasing those squawking pigeons off the balcony?" "Yeah, that." "What happened?" "Well..." "Okay." "I'm reading my magazine... and I'm really..." "I'm focusing... and I'm really into it... and along comes Bags, you know?" "He comes trucking over... and he starts tugging on my ankle." "And I was like, "Bags!"" "I'm..." "I'm..." "I was like..." "I think I even said, "I'm trying to focus."" "Like, don't..." "And he looked up at me... and he was giving me the look like..." ""Hey, are you gonna play with me or not?"" "And I was like..." ""I really just want to read though, Bags."" "And..." "I'm... and... he started pulling on my ankle again." "So, I grabbed the ball... and I was like, "Go get it, buddy."" "And I threw the ball over my shoulder... and it went out the window... and Bags dove, and he died." "You killed Bags?" "It was an accident." "And you lied about it all this time?" "Actually, it was more of an omission." "No, it was more like a lie!" "Where are you going?" "I have to figure out what to do with this." "What does that mean?" "I can deal with you being cheap... and I can deal with you being a shitty driver." "I cannot not deal with you being a liar!" "Wait a second." "This whole thing started... with you wanting to talk about something." "Well, I don't want to talk about it right now." "So you're feeling guilty about something too." "Yes, there is something I "omitted"" "that I don't want to talk about right now." "You want a marriage based on trust and honesty?" "Well, here's your chance." "Come on!" "Yeah, yeah, you got it!" "I can see it!" "Bring it!" "I slept with Peter Prentiss." "What?" "I slept with Peter..." "I heard you!" "I'm sorry." "I need to hear everything." "No, you don't." "Yes, I do." "That's what I do." "That's what I do." "I need to know everything." "Where you were, what he did... how small his wiener was." "Everything!" "I was helping on an appraisal in Seattle." "I don't want to hear it!" "You slept with that..." "It was a long time ago." "When?" "Before we..." " Got married?" "Yes!" " Got engaged?" "Of course!" " Got together?" "Yes." "No." "No." "It was right after we met." "My parents were pressuring me to." "Imagine my surprise." "I was confused." "I'm in Seattle." "He asked me out to dinner." "The champagne is flowing..." "Please try not to break into song." "My feelings for you... were very, very strong... and I needed to know that they were real." "I wasn't brought up... to manage feelings like that very well." "Yeah... you had a real tough upbringing." "I need some air." "Yeah?" "Me too!" "Happy now?" "You broke it!" "Oh, by the way..." "Peter's staying at the hotel." "That's funny!" "Hooker!" " Murderer!" "What's the score?" "3-2, top of the ninth." "Are you American?" "Good guess." "Where's Tom?" "We don't feel the need... to be with each other all the time." "Okay." "I just find it odd that... you're spending so much time apart on your honeymoon." "Are you okay?" "Peter, just go." "Please?" "Go." "Sarah." "Sarah." "Why are you still here, Peter?" "I'm not going to leave you here like this." "Listen." "I have a car, all right?" "I'm having a quick drink at a friend's house." "Just... take a ride with me." "You know, catch your breath." "I'll take you back to Tom." "Champagne?" "Sure." "And that's the ball game!" "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God!" "I love this song!" "No, wait." "I really should go." "I can't." "No, listen..." "Bernardo Salviati can actually... trace his family back to Machiavelli." "That's a big house." "Nextron's thinking of buying it." "Turn it into a resort complex." "Buon giorno, Bernardo!" "Peter, hello." "Good to see you." "Bernardo, Sarah McNerney." "Ciao, Bernie." "Tell me, pretty one." "What brings you to Venice?" "I'm on my honeymoon." "Your honeymoon?" "Yeah." "But she's so young to be married." "Why does everyone keep on saying that?" "Where's your husband?" "Oh, I'm going to meet up with him... you know..." "later." "Yeah." "I was married for 27 years before my wife pass away." "Believe me... the first months are the most difficult." "Bernardo here's a... a little bit of a romantic." "I love that." "Let's have a drink." "Please." "You're on the radio?" "That's awesome!" "So... when are we gonna go back to... neeno, neeno, neeno?" "Oh..." "Ha ha." "Yeah." "I..." "Uh, I can't do that." "What?" "Don't tell me all the cute conversation... and air humping is leading nowhere!" "No!" "Oh..." "Okay, you mean... when are we gonna..." "Okay." "All right." "So I'm gonna go and hit the... and then we'll... do that thing." "Cool." " Okay." "I'll be waiting." "And the hits just keep on coming!" "Ciao." "Can I get the, uh, key to 309, please?" "Oh, and do you know if my wife's up in the room?" "A good husband knows... where his wife is at all time." "And a good maître d' answers questions when he's asked." "Look, I'm not gonna pay you for an answer." "In this case, you should." "Your wife is in a car... on her way to Salviati's... with Mr. Prentiss." "Mr. Peter Prentiss?" "Hmm?" "Oh." "Of course." "What's Salviati's?" "One of the oldest... and most beautiful estates in Venice." "Maybe Mr. Peter will buy it." "Of course Mr. Peter will buy it." "All right." "Where is this place?" "You can't go." "You will be shot on sight." "Okay, that's..." "When are they coming back?" "Your wife and Mr. Peter are out for the evening." "You know what?" "Naw, forget it." "I'm not going to be waiting here for her when she gets back." "Oh, no!" "I can't make out a word." "I want to say that, but I..." "Salute." "Salute." "Sarah." "Sarah." "Maybe we should switch to water, huh?" "I think we should go find Tom now." "That was the longest freakin' piss in Italian history." "Hey." "Wendy, I couldn't find you in the crowd." "That's cool." "Are you ready to go?" "Uh... yeah." "Why don't I just, uh... walk you back to your hotel... and drop you off?" "That sounds like a plan." "Okay." "Um... what hotel are you staying at?" "What hotel are you staying at?" "Uh, the Gianna." "Oh, my God!" "Me too!" "Oh, my God." "This is like a Twilight Zone." "I couldn't agree with you more." "We're here." "Damn." "I don't have my key." "Can I use your phone?" "My..." "My phone?" "Yeah, to call downstairs... for my key." "Yeah." "Slow down there." "I think you got the wrong room." "Oh, my..." "Insult me, radio man!" "I'm..." "I'm on my honeymoon." "I'm telling you..." "You pig!" "Grazie." "Thank you." "What?" "What?" "What?" "I can't take this anymore." "I'm on my honeymoon!" "Gosh!" "Calm down." "You were just doing the same thing with Wendy." "You have no right to be angry." "You slut!" "Excuse me?" "You had your tongue down his throat." "I saw it out the window!" "Did you see me slap him, then?" "Oh, don't give me that." "Some part of you wants him." "Just say it!" "Fine." "I'm not gonna lie anymore." "Certain things would be easier given his background... and a small part of me thought... that I wanted that once..." "A very small part." "Why would you invite him on our honeymoon?" "I didn't invite him." "I don't know how he found us." "Oh, yeah?" "Oh, well, maybe it was magic." "No, Peter must be a warlock." "That's yours." "Yeah, sure." "It matches perfect with my red leather panties!" "Okay." "I met a woman at a bar." "Nothing happened." "You picked up a total stranger at a bar... brought her back to our honeymoon suite... and took off her disgusting red bra." "Nothing happened." "I swear." "No, no, no." "The bra just jumped off her bare naked breasts." "No, no." "The bra just jumped off her bare naked breasts." "Sarah..." "You sit there and make me feel guilty for a kiss..." "A kiss that I didn't even want in the first place." "Don't tell me you didn't want it." "You wanted it!" "I could see from the balcony... that you wanted it!" "I'm sorry!" "Oh, my God!" "Son of a beeyatch!" "My skull is on fire!" "Who is it?" "Room service." "No, go away!" "Listen, I'm leaving." "Last chance." "Come with me to Seattle." "Hello, Peter." "So glad you could join us." "Welcome to the honeymoon from hell, shitheel!" "What are you doing, Tom?" "I think it's time for Peter and I to tangle!" "See!" "You have no future with this lunatic!" "Shut up, Peter!" "Tom, you're acting like a crazy person." "Maybe it's 'cause I just got hit in the head... with a 10-pound ashtray!" "I gotta warn you, Leezak." "I studied karate with a Chinese grand master." "Yeah?" "Well, I hope he showed you... how to pull a fire poker outta your ass!" "Tom, put the poker down." "Fredo, call the police!" "Polizia!" "Polizia!" "Move!" "Move!" "You sat... at our wedding." "You heard us take our vows!" "And you still have the nerve... to show up on our honeymoon... and try to have sex..." "With my wife!" "Run, you coward!" " Get him!" "You stay away from my wife!" "Wait." "Wait." "Stop." "That's my husband." "Please." "Maybe they were right." "Who?" "Everyone." "They said that we were too young... and that we needed to get to know each other better." "Maybe they were right." "Maybe love isn't enough." "What'd he say?" "Peter just bailed us out." "That's..." "That's just jim-dandy." "Forget it." "I'm going home." "Yeah, me too!" "Passports, please." "Are you leaving with any fruit, vegetables... or any currency in excess of $10,000?" "No." "No, but my husband does have... two pounds of hash hidden in his rectum." "The first sex I had on my honeymoon... was with a man named Santino... and you're laughing?" "Excuse me, stewardess, can I..." "Uh, could I get, uh, one of those, uh... doughnut pillows for..." "Yeah." "Right away." "Sweet girl." "Excuse me." "Sorry." "I feel like we've been married for 50 years." "Oh, you should be so lucky." "You want to tell me how Peter ended up at the same hotel?" "Want to tell me what really happened with Red Bra?" "What?" "What?" "What are you lookin' at?" "I hope you used a rubber." "No, I didn't." "It didn't get that far." "I hope Peter used one though." "Oh, they don't sell condoms that big." "Yeah, that's funny." "That's fun..." "Hear that?" "We got a comedian on the plane." "Yeah." "You're a laugher." "You..." "You want a laugh?" "You want me to make you laugh?" "You think I'm really funny?" "I'm gonna move out when I get home." "Great!" "That's great!" "The second we get home." " Excellent." "Know what?" "I'm done talking now." " Me too." "And that was it." "Game over." "What's up?" "She came back to the apartment." "Is she there now?" "No, she left." "Did she say anything?" "She took all her stuff." "It can't be good." "Oh, and she left you this." "Let's see." "Beer?" "Come on, man." "You're gettin' divorced." "Breakfast beer is a must." "I need to talk to my dad." "Gimme a lift?" "Sure." "Gonna tell me what you're chewing' on?" "I just don't know if love is enough anymore." "What do you mean, "enough"?" "I mean... even if Sarah and I do love each other... maybe we did need more time to get to know each other." "What you're saying here is... you had a couple of bad days in Europe... and... it's over." "Time to grow up, Tommy." "Some days your mother and me loved each other." "Other days we had to work at it." "You never see the hard days in a photo album... but those are the ones... that get you from one happy snapshot to the next." "I'm sorry your honeymoon stunk... but that's what you got dealt." "Now you gotta work through it." "Sarah doesn't need a guy with a fat wallet to make her happy." "I saw how you love this girl." "How you two lit each other up." "She doesn't need any more security than that." "Thanks, Dad." "Is it over?" "Not even close." "What do you do here, Tom Leezak?" "You no allowed here no more." "Open the gates, jack-in-the-box." "Me no jack-in-box." "You jack-in-box!" "Go away now!" "Don't make me break my foot off in your ass." "All right." "Look, Yuan." "I just need to talk to her." "Relationship over." "She no like you anymore." "Open the goddamn gate!" "Shut up, Kyle!" "Look, Yuan, did she actually say those words to you?" "She said you have kee-kee with bimbo." "Same thing." "All right." "We are not leaving this intercom... until Sarah herself confirms... that she is shit-cannin' Tom!" "Or not." "All right." "Damn it!" "You are..." "That is damn straight!" "This is my wife!" "Now, open up the gate!" "Can't we just give the guy a chance to explain?" "Don't even think about it, Dickie." "Look, here's the deal." "Either you're gonna open the gate... or I'm gonna open the gate." "Either way, I'm comin' in!" "We'll sic the hounds on you, Leezak." "Bring 'em on, Willie!" "Smooth today." "The for..." "Until its thickness..." "What's going on?" "You leave me no choice." "I'm gonna have to ram the gate." "Oh, I am so down with that." "What do we do now?" "Call the cops." "We call SWAT team on your ass." "I'm ramming the gate." "I don't know if you're hearing... but I am going to ram your gate." "What is the commotion in here?" "Tom ram gate." "What the hell is this?" "It's go time." "That is one strong gate." "Tom?" "Look, Yuan, Willie, whoever else is listening." "You don't want me to be with Sarah... and I can't change that." "I don't know where we're gonna be... in 10, 20, 40 years." "I don't know who we're gonna be." "I don't know if I'm ever gonna be able... to give her all of this." "There are a million things that I don't know." "But there's one thing that I do." "And that's that I love Sarah." "And I am going to love her day in and day out... for the rest of my life." "Now, will you please... please... open the gate so I can tell that to my wife." "I'm sorry, man." "Sometimes when it's over, it's just... over." "Drop the love bomb, baby!" "Yeah!" "Now do you get it?" "I love him, Daddy." "Then go get him." "Hi." "Hi." "I'm sorry." "Me too." "I miss you." "I miss you too." "I miss wrecking airplane bathrooms with you." "I miss sleeping with you inside a snowball." "And torching hotels in Europe." "I..." "I miss doing time in prison with you." "Do you wanna try to..." "Definitely."