known what you've wanted.
Hello!
Maybe I don't know
what I want...
but at least I don't run away
every time there is a problem!
Did he think
he could pull this off?
Does your brother think I'm
brain-dead? Shut up! Don't answer that!
I could change my mind
and croak you right here!
Gene. Listen good.
I mean, Bart is right.
You are the one who is in love with
Betty, and you're telling me to marry her?
- It doesn't make any sense.
- When was the last time things made any sense?
What you want, what I want,
isn't worth squat.
The only thing that matters here
is what Betty wants...
And what she wants is you.
And so help me God, she's going
to get you, probably not for long.
See, guys like you, you come and go.
You're just a temp!
But I'm forever...
because I...
I really love her.
So now, pal...
You and I got a date
with fate...
- All right.
- At the altar.
Are you ready, dear?
"Wedding March"]
- [Guests Murmuring]
She looks gorgeous.
Cheer up, dear boy.
It's a wedding, not an execution.
Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here...
before our Lord God
and this company...
to unite this man
and this woman...
in the bonds
ofholy matrimony...
to join this couple
together...
until... death.
Seeing some of those present...
Lord, you must
be thinking...
"I've seen these faces
somewhere before."
Let us remember...
the solemnity
of this ceremony.
Listen to my questions...
and give thought
to all of your answers.
If anyone knows any reason...
these two people should not
bejoined in marriage...
speak now, or forever
hold your peace.
I do.
No, dear. Remember?
- That comes later.
- No.
You pig!
You worthless, selfish
son of a bitch!
- You only think of yourself!
All the time!
You may be rich,
but you're a creep, and I love you!
I do love you.
No, Hopper. Not now.
You son of a bitch.
What would Freud
have made of this?
I couldn't leave
without saying good-bye.
Uh, I've gotta
go back to Italy.
Responsibilities.
I have kids.
Three boys.
Three?
Yeah.
Three little bambinos.
Luigi and Paolo
and, and...
- Gi...
- Giuseppe?
- Giulio.
- Giulio.
Is there a wife?
Hate the woman.
I haven't spoken to her for years.
The boys live with their grandma.
But yesterday the old lady
fell down the stairs and...
Dead?
Paralyzed...
from the neck down.
Well...
good-bye.
I'm sorry.
Give my love to Art.
He's not good enough
for you.
Neither am I.
Good-bye, Liz.
Good-bye...
Art.
All right, now!
Yea!
You really should...
See you around.
- Okay. See you, see you. How are you doing?
- Fine.
I love the show. Bye.
Well, uh...
congratulations.
The gallery's gonna do much better
with you running it.
- Well, I think I have a better eye for talent.
- You're referring to me?
But there's one client I think you
should handle personally.
There is only
one true work of art...
in this whole room...
you.
See you later, kids.
Hello.
Hello.
I've been told this painting's
not for sale.
It already has an owner.
I don't think she,
she cares about it anymore.
I knew the artist.
I doubt it.
You and him don't move
in the same circles.
Maybe I'm talking
to the wrong person.
I'm sorry.
Oh, God.
The first time I set eyes on
you, everything else faded away.
I mean, from that moment on,
for me there was only you.
Only me?
You mean my sister first
and then me.
- You had a pretty good deal there, admit it.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Do you honestly think I was having fun?
I mean, think about it.
- Why did you lie to me?
- Because you never gave me a chance.
Because I couldn't stand being rejected
and then seeing you fall in love with Bart.
- You are Bart!
- No, Bart doesn't exist!
All right.
You miss Bart?
I'll stop being Art,
and I'll be Bart.
You really are a brick short,
aren't you?
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