why don't you just tell them
what you told me.
There was fraud...
committed by Mr. Johnson.
Now Arthur barges in here
and confronts me with evidence...
about the Carlyle-Swinson buyout.
Now, would you believe it?
What was that, 20 years ago?
I remember it. That was brilliant, Burt.
You floated 10,000 shares of stock
that never existed.
The Securities and Exchange Commission
never suspected a thing.
He can't be prosecuted for that.
The statute of limitations has run out.
Arthur, I think you could use a drink.
No, thanks. I don't drink.
Who said that?
All right.
Now, let's cut all this nonsense out.
When are we gonna set a date
for this wedding?
There's not going to be a wedding.
Don't you understand?
You're not going to screw up my family
the same way you screwed up yours.
I want my life back.
I want Linda. I want my son.
Arthur. You've killed him !
-Burt, are you all right?
-That concludes our presentation.
Thank you so much for coming.
Please drive carefully.
Come on, Burt. You're not hurt.
Give him back his money.
Arthur and I aren't right for each other.
I can see that now.
I'll show you something else
you can see right now.
-Wait!
-I should have killed you.
-I should have done it six years ago.
-Daddy, no.
-Is that a gun? That looks like--
-I'm tired of your crap, young man.
You two lovebirds are getting married.
-Got a tuxedo or want me to rent one?
-Daddy, put that thing away.
He hit me. Did you see him?
Nobody does that to me.
Okay, nobody yell ''pull.''
Daddy, he doesn't love me. It's over.
Put that thing away.
Don't make me tell Mom about your
weekend ''business trips'' to Florida.
-You wouldn't.
-I would.
She would.
You can have the money. I don't care.
We'll keep all this
between ourselves, right, sunshine?
-Gentlemen, drinks are on me.
-He really is an asshole.
Come on, Arthur. I'll show you out.
-Thank you for in there.
-You're welcome.
-You know, it felt pretty good.
-Yeah.
You know, Susan, all in all...
this has probably been
our most successful date ever.
-You going to be all right?
-I think so.
Yeah. I think so, too.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Wow! Look at this.
Cool.
-This is it, Bitterman.
-Now's the time.
Come on!
Great.
Nice car. Whose is it?
Arthur, you got everything back!
How did you do it?
I'll tell you later.
Right now, there's something
I've got to know.
-What?
-Who sent you all this crap?
Arthur, I missed you so much.
Hello there.
Mrs. Canby.
Arthur.
He's beautiful.
You've got the beautiful part right,
but it's not a ''he.''
What? A girl? Are you sure?
Honey, when a baby's born,
there's a visual test they do...
that's usually pretty accurate.
I know. It's just that...
somebody I know had predicted a son.
-What, honey?
-I'm pregnant.
Mrs. Canby! Anybody else?
Bitterman.
Take me and my one, two,
I can't stand it...
my family home.
Surprise!
Hello. Arthur....
Hello, Maria. How are you?
It's nice to see you.
Hi, Maria. How are you?
Nice to see you again.
-Farnsworth, how are you?
-Welcome home, sir.
-Greta, I've got something for you.
-Two, sir?
-We'll explain later, Greta.
-Welcome home, sir.
Ames. Nice to see you.
Well done, Fairchild.
Thank you, sir.
Welcome home, sir. I missed you.
I've missed you, too, Fairchild.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, sir.
-Merry Christmas Fairchild.
-Merry Christmas, madam.
She's beautiful.
-Sir, would you care to smell my rose?
-Of course. It's lovely.
Fairchild!
Fairchild, you did well. She likes it.
That's ridiculous.
Fairchild, get upstairs and pack your bags.
-Sir?
-God.
Come on, Fairchild. I mean it.
Upstairs. Pack your things.
Yes, sir.
-Arthur, honey, don't you think--
-Linda, this is between me and Fairchild.
-Yes, but Arthur--
-I'll handle it.
All right.
-Is that everything?
-What? Yes, sir.
Fine. Follow me.
Sir, that's Hobson's room.
If Hobson should drop in...
you get the couch.
Excellent!
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