"i'd like to propose a toast to my beautiful bride-to-be." "darling, i never thought i'd find love again." "i not only found it, but i found the love of my life." "to evelyn." "that poor, clueless bastard." "like watching a dog stick his face in a fan." "you don't do that more than once." "i am the lucky one in this relationship." "and i promise you, darling, i am going to be the best wife i possibly can." "to teddy." "to teddy." "that poor, clueless bastard." "so can we go now?" "no, we can't;it would be rude." "i don't mind being rude." "you just talking or you got a plan?" "well, if i eat enough shrimp, i can make myself puke." "then start eating." "all right, stop it, both of you." "there'll be no puking-- we're going to stay, congratulate the happy couple, mingle a bit and then i'm going to fake a migraine." "you can do that?" "hell yeah. i spent 12 years watching my wife fake migraines and orgasms." "i'd go with the migraine." "thanks for coming,fellas." "means a lot to me." "oh. wouldn't miss it." "we wish you a lifetime of love and happiness." "right, charlie?" "well, yeah, but he seems hell bent on marrying mom." "hey, daddy, sorry i'm late." "that's okay,doodlebug." "i'm just glad you could make it." "charlie, alan, jake,this is my daughter courtney." "honey, these are evelyn's sons and grandson." "i'm the grandson." "oh, well, it's nice to finally meet you all." "nice to meet you, too." "so, teddy, what's the deal?" "all this time you've been hiding this beautiful woman from us?" "just from you, charlie." "fair enough." "dad's a little overprotective." "i can see why." "charlie, why don't you and i get courtney a drink." "i'd like to get courtney a house." "walk with me." "how's your headache, dad not yet-- so... um... courtney, y-you have amazing posture." "do you see a chiropractor?" "no." "would you like to?" "charlie i need you to do me a favor." "anything for you,teddy, name it." "stay away from courtney." "name something else." "charlie,this is import... don't worry." "i think too much of you to want to, you know, do what i want to do with your daughter." "i appreciate that." "consider it a wedding present. -thanks." "no seriously,that's all you get." "oh, courtney dear, what a surprise to see you." "well, i told you i was coming." "yes, but the party started an hour ago, so i just naturally assumed that something had come up that was more important than your father's happiness." "well, evelyn, you know what they say about assuming." "when you assume...you're just a bitch." "courtney, there are children present." "she means me,but i'm fine with it." "thank you, dear." "you should hear what they call her at home." "have some shrimp. -oh, boy." "well, great party, but we got to go." "oh, already?" "yeah, we'd love to stay, but alan's got a headache." "not yet." "not yet... debilitating,but i do need to lay down." "hey, uh, before you go, my dad had mentioned that you like nice cars." "yeah. -i do, too." "swell." "here's my card." "maybe i can help you out someday." "whoa. ferraris?" "lamborghinis?" "they say driving one is the most fun you can have with your pants on." "huh. well... that's how i like to drive, with my pants on." "otherwise the leather kind of sticks to my thighs." "well, you should come down sometime." "i'll give you a test drive." "actually, i'm really not a ferrari guy." "i'm not, either." "bye-bye." "we really got to get our signals straight." "i mean, you just made me look stupid." "don't blame your father for that." "i'm telling you right now, i'm not having any more children." "terrific." "hello." "no, it's alan." "oh. oh, hi, courtney." "well, it was very nice meeting you last night too." "oh. oh, i'm sorry." "i had no idea that you were planning on using a fake migraine to get out early." "so, uh, so what did you do?" "ooh, menstrual cramps." "yeah, i can't get away with that." "although sometimes, i'll use irritable bowel syndrome, and... okay, i'll get charlie." "it's teddy's daughter; she wants to talk to you." "really?" "but you promised teddy you'd stay away from her." "hey, i didn't tell her to call me." "what kind of man would hit on his future stepsister?" "you're just making it hotter for him." "give me the phone. give me the phone." "hi, courtney, what's up?" "uh... that'nice, but i told you i'm really not into ferraris." "a bentley?" "well, that's a little more my style." "okay, i guess i could come by and take a peek at it." "first a peek, then a poke." "uncalled for." "2:00?" "great,i'll see you then." "i swear, this is just business." "i'm going to look at a bentley she got in on trade." "i can get it for dealer cost." "since when do you need a bentley?" "nobody needs a bentley, alan." "just like nobody needs to date a woman half their age." "but if you want one, it doesn't hurt to have the other." "did teddy tell you to stay away from his daughter, too?" "no. -yeah, why would he?" "pretty hot, isn't it?" "oh, yeah, but it's... it's not really my thing." "gee, i think a guy like you would look pretty great in one of these." "you think?" "absolutely." "here. slide on into it." "see how it feels." "what about the bentley?" "i got the guys in back washing it up for you." "we have a few minutes." "ah sure. why not?" "that's always been my motto." "oh, pretty snug." "tight's good, don't you think?" "sure, tight's good." "oh, hi." "hi." "so, where do they put the engine in these things?" "they put it where it belongs... in the rear." "so, no stick?" "no, you shift from the wheel." "let me show you." "left side down, right side up." "you don't need a stick." "and yet i've got one anyway." "is that your cell phone?" "boy, i hope so." "excuse me." "hello." "oh, hey, hey, teddy." "how are ya?" "good." "me?" "i'm-i'm-i'm fine." "just running some errands." "yeah, i'll be around tomorrow." "dr-drop by any time." "great. i'll see you then." "th-that was your dad." "he wants to talk to me and alan about something." "i heard." "has he ever said anything about me?" "you?" "uh, let me think." "he told you to stay away from me, didn't he?" "oh, yeah, there was that." "i can't believe he's still trying to control my life." "hey, your dad loves you." "he's just trying to protect you from... well, in this case, me." "i'm a big girl, charlie." "i can take care of myself." "i'm sure you can." "i can also take care of whoever i choose to be with." "i'm sure you can." "listen, uh, i appreciate the offer, but i think i'm gonna pass... on the bentley." "but you haven't even seen it yet." "and right now, it's all wet and soapy, justaiting for you." "are we still talking about a car?" "what do you think?" "i think i should probably get out before i set off the air bag." "and then, she leaned over real close to play with the "paddles."" "the what?" "paddle shifters on the steering wheel." "oh, oh." "i had another picture entirely." "but i restrained myself." "i walked away, and now i can still look teddy in the eye." "that's... that's great, but how come you have no problem looking me in the eye after sleeping with my wife's sister, my son's teacher, my divorce lawyer and my old receptionist?" "i like teddy." "and the receptionist was your fault." "how?" "if you'd paid her a decent salary, she wouldn't have had to hook." "i brought the bentley." "come on, courtney, i told you i can't." "just one little test drive." "what do you have to lose?" "well, there's my integrity, my self respect, my relationship with your father... give me the damn keys." "is your brother still in bed with his sister?" "stepsister." "to be." "and yes." "wow, how long has it been?" "about 18 hours." "good thing he's got supplies up there." "he does?" "sure." "water, powerbars, fresh batteries, rope." "oh, like, uh, like an earthquake kit." "huh." "i guess you could use that stuff for earthquakes." "oh, crap." "misdirected anger." "you'll get used to it." "what are you guys doing here?" "we came here to talk with you and charlie." "didn't he tell you?" "no, he did not." "in fact, he never tells me anything." "i don't know half of what he does, nor do i want to." "it's his life and he alone should suffer the consequences." "come on in." "is he even home?" "uh, i'll check." "why don't you make yourselves comfortable and, uh... i'll check." "'cause i have no idea." "so... i'll need to check." "is he on something?" "oh, if only." "what?" "teddy and mom are downstairs." "you're kidding. what the hell are they doing here?" "apparently, you invited them." "i did not." "yes, you did. on the phone, remember?" "hey, alan." "hey, courtney. how you doing?" "charlie, they're waiting." "yeah, we've got a problem here." "no, no, no, sir, you've got a problem." "i made no promise, i broke no promise." "you actually made a promise?" "yeah. and i really tried to keep it." "he did." "i could sense his inner conflict as we were doing it in the backseat of the bentley." "okay, look, just stall them. i'll be right down." "fine, but know this, charlie." "i am not taking the fall for you." "how could you take the fall for me?" "I don't know, but it always seems to work out that when you get laid,I get screwed." "just go." "great." "just great." "hey, have you seen my dress?" "why?" "well, i ain't going down like this." "you're not going down at all." "why not?" "i have nothing to be ashamed of here hit rewind, i'm sure you'll find something." "i just can't believe he's still in bed." "he's a drunk, mom. that's what they do." "oh, come on, evelyn, give the kid a break." "he was probably out late last night sowing some wild oats." "he's 40 years old." "he was no more wild oats, just warmed over cream of wheat." "hey, hey. look who's here." "well, thanks for interrupting your stupor and joining us." "oh, i can get back to my stupor any time." "so, what's going on?" "well, your mother and i wanted to talk to you about the wedding." "you've got my blessing. what else?" "we wondered if you would mind having the ceremony here." "sure, terrific-- on the deck, in here, on the beach, wherever you want-- what else?" "don't you want to think about it?" "who wants to think about it?" "it's perfect." "have the ceremony, the reception... hell, alan and i will clear out and you can use this place for your honeymoon." "trust me, it's all broken in." "the house, not mom." "do you have one of your little pop tarts up there?" "no, no. just my alarm." "if i'm not up by 4:00 in the afternoon, i feel like i've wasted the whole day." "be right back." "what do you think you're doing?" "i'm bored." "you're bored?" "yeah, i want to go downstairs." "no, no, no. no, no. you can't go downstairs." "find something else to do." "well, i'd love to sell you a car." "yeah, very funny." "no, i'm serious." "you want to sell me a car now?" "or i could... go downstairs." "you wouldn't." "i would." "wait a minute." "you planned this." "you knew they were coming over today." "well, a good salesman pays attention." "now, if you'll excuse me... okay, okay, okay, you win." "give me a price on the bentley." "actually, the bentley's no longer available." "i'm thinking the ferrari." "i don't want a ferrari." "and i don't want to stay up here." "charlie, we're waiting!" "coming!" "okay, fine." "but let me just say, this is no way to treat family." "here we go, blue eyes." "i made it myself." "ah, thank you." "nothing for me, thanks." "i don't recall offering." "sorry, sorry." "so, wedding on the beach." "great. i'll take care of everything." "thanks for stopping by." "well, there is one more thing." "name it." "well... excuse me." "uh, berta, this is a family matter." "if you only knew." "here's the deal." "i've never had any sons of my own." "just the one daughter." "and she's great. isn't she great, alan?" "well, i hardly met her." "me neither, but i'm sure she's great." "she's terrific." "but, uh, i've grown very fond of the two of you and i'd like to ask you to stand up with me when i marry your mother." "wow, uh, teddy, that's, that's quite an honor." "yeah, uh, i'm really touched." "snooze button." "i must have hit the snooze button." "excuse me." "i don't use the snooze button." "when i'm up, i'm up." "of course, i'm not a drunk." "are you out of your mind?" "i prefer to think of myself as a "go-getter."" "all right, now you're gonna want to sign here, here, here and initial where the little flags are." "this is twice as much as the bentley." "i can't afford this." "well, if you need help with the down payment, i'm sure i could ask my dad to help you out." "he really loves you." "fine." "here." "and here." "and here." "and here." "what's this?" "oh, that's the extended warranty." "just a little extra protection." "i think it's a bit late for that." "congratulations. you now own a ferrari." "yippee." "charlie?" "uh, charlie?" "what now?" "i'm gonna need a check." "you know... this is the most i've ever spent for sex." "but not by much." "okay,mom i guess i'll see you in the wedding." "charlie, the wedding isn't for six months." "yeah, but it's bad luck to see the bride beforehand." "well, thanks again, fellas." "you being part of this shindig means a lot to me." "our pleasure, teddy. bye-bye." "congratulations." "once again you get off scott free." "free?" "you think that was free?" "charlie?" "uh, charlie?" "i just wanted you to know, i'm not going to say anything to your mother about you and courtney--they don't get along." "okay, great. wait, wait, wait." "you knew?" "how did you know?" "well, i just noticed the car outside with her dealer plates on it." "you couldn't have noticed that on the way in?" "how much did she take you for?" "don't ask." "well, you can't say i didn't warn you." "wait, wait, wait." "so you were trying to protect me?" "hey, you're a good kid." "and courtney, well, i love her, but she is kind of a sociopath." "bye now." "you know what this means, don't you?" "what?" "i'm gonna need an eight-car garage."