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We don't have a song. Do you think that's a bad sign?
Have you met the groomsmen, Jules?
I'm writing it up as inventive and confident.
He sucks soup through his front teeth.
If you gives you any grief, you come and see me.
Who's Dionne Warwick?
Tell him you love him. Bite the bullet.
Don't pick the short, hairy fat one. He's mine!
That's our Maid of Honor. She's from New York.
It's a non-smoking floor, too.
I told him you should be Best Man, darling, but we had to go with his little brother.
This is my whole life's happiness. I have to be ruthless.
Do you really love him, or is this just about winning?
This is great. My two best girls.
I have to be Jell-O!
Who's chasing you? Nobody, get it? There's your answer: Kimmy.
What do you mean irresponsible? Taking off a weekend to get married?
I haven't caused a problem, have I?
Now, let's hear from the Maid of Honor. The lovely Julianne.
I can't carry a tune.
Hey, pinky, I want to hear you sing.
Cat fight!
This, too, shall pass.
By God, there'll be dancing!
You're never gonna be Jell-O!
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