younger?
I envy you. I really envy you!
Iona, you're gonna OD on nostalgia.
I love The Big Chill.
- I love this dress.
- It's a great dress.
Yeah.
My mother bought it for me.
God, she was so happy.
It was the first and last time
I ever looked normal.
I mean, relatively speaking.
Would have been a fairy tale if my date
hadn't been the only one there with a...
wife and two kids.
You wanna try it on?
I bet it'd look great on you!
I mean, your butt is
15 years younger than mine.
I used to have a great butt. I did, I loved
my butt! I wish I had photographs of it.
- You wanna try this on?
- No, not right now.
Oh, yeah, you gotta go. I know, I know.
I gotta get ready myself.
- You going out?
- Yeah. New guy.
Terrence. Owns a pet shop.
We'll see what happens.
- Give Mr Perfecto a squeeze for me.
- I will.
Listen.
If you see your little Duck Man, be kind.
He's nursin' some
fairly serious wounds.
- OK?
- OK.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
You know, we're goin' for sushi.
Do you think this is too much?
Bye.
I thought that was very
uncool of you last night.
- What?
- "What"!
- You mean Andie?
- Yeah, I mean Andie.
What's the big deal? I like her.
Matter of fact, I was pissed off
that you guys were so nasty to her.
It was way out of order
for you to foist her on the party.
Steff, you hear yourself?
You hear the same asshole shit I hear?
- Do I have to spell it out for you, Blane?
- I guess so.
Nobody appreciates
your sense of humour.
In fact, everybody's
just about to puke from it.
If you got a hard-on for trash, don't
take care of it around us, pal, all right?
Right, buddy.
Listen, I don't need a lot of shit
on this one, Blane. I really don't.
- Money all that matters to you?
- Where the hell does that come from?
Look around. Would I treat my parents'
house like this if money was an issue?
Why are you doing this? Why don't
you just nail her and get it over with?
- Why get involved?
- Is there something wrong with that?
I just think it's stupid. It's pointless.
- Your parents, I think, will be thrilled!
- They have nothing to do with it.
I've seen your mother go to work
on you, Blane. It's vicious.
When Bill and Joyce finish with you,
you won't know whether
to shit or go sailing.
Listen, I'm getting really bored
with this conversation, Blane.
If you want your little piece
of low-grade ass, fine, take it.
But if you do,
you're not gonna have a friend.
- Is that right?
- Yeah, that's right.
If you wanna make
the choice, go ahead.
I personally wouldn't trash a friendship
over it, but I'm old-fashioned, so...
Why don't you take a shower?
You look like shit.
If two weeks ago
somebody told me I'd go out with you,
I never would have believed them.
- Why? I'm not all that bad.
- No. But...
What about me and you?
It's insane that somebody you've never
met or talked to can be your enemy.
Yep.
You shouldn't meet my parents, then.
OK.
Well, I mean, they're not ogres, but...
I think they still believe
in arranged marriages.
Corporate families
replace royal families.
I'm the crown prince
of McDonough Electric.
- It's irrelevant.
- No.
Yeah.
- I could tell 'em all to go to hell.
- Tell 'em to go to hell.
- Everyone. Friends, parents.
- All of 'em.
What about you?
If somebody doesn't believe in me,
I can't believe in them.
You don't lie, do you?
I don't have to lie.
This is gonna happen.
OK, I really want this to happen.
Yeah.
- Can I help you?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- Something for the prom?
- Just looking.
Yeah. Well, if you need anything...
- This is trash!
- It's very becoming!
Mother! It looks like I should be
standing on top of a wedding cake!
Darling, don't I wish!
I hate this material, and, by the way,
I cannot stand baby blue.
- Do you know where he is?
- I'm sorry, he didn't tell me.
OK. If he calls or comes home,
can you tell him to call me?
- Who is this?
- Andie.
- Who?
- Andie.
- Yes, could I have your number?
-