- Arriba.
- Abajo.
- Abajo.
- Al centro.
- Al centro.
- Por dentro.
- Por dentro.
Mmm.
I'm loaded.
Um, what about you?
No.
No, I cry too much.
Don't you ever cry?
Oh, yeah, sure I do. Whenever I
pay taxes, which isn't often anyway.
- You're crazy.
- So are you.
A match made in heaven.
A very long,
pretty blond eyelash.
- Take it with your finger.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Make a wish.
- Okay.
- Blow it away.
Who is it?
It's Ellen, darling. Open up.
Oh, gee, in a second.
Just...
Oof!
Oh. Ohh!
I was right.
A match made in heaven.
Hey, that's
Betty Kerner.
And who's that bimbo
with her?
Let's check it out.
Hmm.
They say that the
third time is the charm.
Third what?
- Marriage.
- Oh.
Who was the first?
Gene.
- Who was the second?
- Gene.
You married that guy
twice?
Now ask me who's
gonna be the third.
Miss Kerner. Hey, Miss Kerner,
who's your new friend?
- Eh...
- My fiancй.
Cool.
One, two, three!
Aah!
Boom, boom!
Can you guess what I am thinking?
Can you guess
what I'm thinking?
I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.
I-I-I thought that...
You can go out
the same way you came in.
Sure. Uh...
I'm sorry.
Wild guess,
but are these yours?
Yes.
Sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- I know. Now try "good-bye."
Good-bye.
Oh, Dios.
But I have to have it fitted tomorrow.
Ciao.
- How long have you known him?
- Seems like forever.
Oh, less than
24 hours then.
Oh, yes, Hopper.
Of course you can be the flower dog.
Right?
So do I get a new bridesmaid's getup, or should
I just put some more miles on the old one?
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- You've met my sister Liz already.
- Yeah.
Lay down, now.
Hello?
No, no, no, the invitations should read
"The Honorable Art Dodge," don't you think?
- The invitations?
- Yeah. Engraved.
And they should be
in the mail by Tuesday.
Okay. Ciao.
Fantastic. Bye.
- Betty, can I talk to you alone?
- Yeah, in one second.
In one second.
Father Larrabee.
He's on the golf course?
- Wow, you hooked yourself the big one, didn't you?
- Do you have a cellular number?
This must go way beyond
your wildest little gigolo dreams.
Okay. Thanks.
Isn't he adorable?
- Yeah.
- Betty, we need to talk.
- Wait.
- What about? Your allowance?
- Father Larrabee, it's Betty.
- Look...
- I don't need to. I've seen enough.
- It's good? Great.
No, no. He's a different one.
Yes, but he's wonderful,
and you'll love him.
I'll talk to you soon.
Bye.
So how does
the third sound?
It's my birthday.
I'll be 33.
It's my third wedding,
and three is my lucky number.
- Great. Great.
- Yes?
- Eh, I've got to go to work.
- It has a job. How refreshing.
- Gotta go. Bye.
- Have a good day.
Come on, buddy.
Come on, boy.
- I don't think she likes me.
- Oh, don't listen to her.
She's been involved with this guy who's a
married man. It's been a really bad deal.
I see congratulations
are in order.
I am not getting married.
It's like a big misunderstanding.
- Okay?
- Oh, so, like, you've explained it to her...
and everything's all
straightened out for ya?
- Well, no, not exactly.
- Uh-huh.
Everything is totally
high or low with her.
She'll be down on me soon enough,
and then it'll all be over.
Trust me. She's a girl
with big extremes.
So I see.
Manny's in there.
He's been in there
for an hour.
- Come on, Gloria.
- What do you want me to do?
I feel sorry for the guy.
We owe him for two paintings.
Is the I RS in there?
Maybe you feel sorry for everyone I owe.
Everyone? No.
I don't believe in self-pity.
Manny. Just the man
I wanted to see.
- Art.
- What's that?
Wow!
This is terrific.
- I can sell it in a week.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- It's been hanging here for three months.
- Really?
I'm taking them all home.