A Guy Thing Page #4

Synopsis: When he wakes up the morning after his bachelor party in bed with a strange woman, a man presumes he must have cheated on his fiancée. Guilt leads him to try to cover it up in the week before the wedding, high jinks ensue.
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Director(s): Chris Koch
Production: MGM/UA
 
IMDB:
5.6
Metacritic:
27
Rotten Tomatoes:
24%
PG-13
Year:
2003
101 min
$15,408,822
Website
273 Views


Come on. Come on.

I don't even know you!

Get in.

Get in where?

The dumpster.

- Really?|- Yeah.

Just give me a second here.

You sicken me.

I told you,|there's a big mix-up!

What happened?

I was mugged.

Oh, my God.|Paul, you're bleeding.

What is all this stuff?

Chocolate milk and cheese puffs.

Oh, my God, Paul.

I don't know.|I was carrying the groceries...

and this guy tried|to take them from me.

But I fought back.

I fought like a tiger.

I had the strength of ten men.

He ran away like a little girl.

Sweet.

Did you get a good look at him?

Not really.|It all happened so fast.

What color was his hair?

Red.

Dreaded... in a way|that I've never seen.

- Dreadlocks.|- And a gold tooth.

That is so street.

Size?|Was he big, tall, short?

Five-six.

Or six-two.

- Somewhere in there?|- Yeah.

Any identifying marks?

Yeah. A heinous scar.

Over his left eye.

Your left eye, sir,|or his left eye?

You're pointing to your right.

Looking at him,|his left eye or your left?

His left side.

- You're sure?|- Yeah.

Left eye.

He had a tattoo.

A barbed-wire choker tattoo.

Probably gang-related.

Gangbanger.

Was the assailant|Caucasian or non-Caucasian?

Non.

- Was he black?|- Not necessarily.

- What was he?|- Mix. Black, white.

- Black, white.|- Light-skinned black man.

Or a dark-skinned white man.

God, it must have been|so confusing.

Did he say anything to you?

Oh, God, Paul,|did he say something to you?

Yeah.

Don't keep that inside.|What did he say?

- He said...|- It's OK.

"Give me those groceries,|Whitey."

"Give me your groceries,|Whitey."

Well...

But you say he could've|been white himself.

You did say that, sir.

What's going on here?

Am I on trial?|I didn't even do anything!

I told you|it happened all so fast.

You're safe. That's it.|I think we're done here.

That's it for Paul.|Good luck.

We're just trying|to get the facts...

do our job.

Thanks.

Good luck with everything.

You poor thing, sweetheart.

Just sit tight.|I'll get you some aspirin.

Thank you, baby.

I'll be interested to see...

if the police|come up with any leads.

Honey, I don't think they will.

A little mugging...|They have bigger fish to fry.

But they're good men.

What are these?

I don't know.

I'll tell you what they are...|women's underwear.

I found them|in the toilet tank.

The toilet tank?

The water was leaking,|so I went to lift the...

What is going on here?

Did you have a girl|in this apartment?

Karen! Absolutely not!

Those underwear are yours.

No, they are not.

They were gonna be yours.|I got them for you.

For your birthday. Enjoy.

My birthday|was three months ago.

I know.

But then I found|that locket you wanted...

and I gave that to you instead.

I wanted to give these to you|at a later date...

so I went ahead and hid them|in the toilet tank.

Why aren't they in a box?

Why aren't they in a box?

Oddly enough,|that's how they came.

I found them|in an underwear bin.

A bin? Where do they sell|underwear out of a bin?

Spend Mart.

You expect me to believe...

that you purchased|a pair of underwear...

out of a bin at Spend Mart.

Is that your story?

Yeah.

Oh, my God. These are dirty.

What? That's disgusting!

I can't believe those f***ers|sold me dirty underwear!

That is just wrong!

Now I'm really glad|I didn't give them to you.

I'm hungry.|Should we eat something?

Paul, listen to me.|I am not stupid.

Please tell me|what's going on here...

and I want you to be|totally honest with me.

Did you have a girl|in this apartment?

I trusted you,|you son of a b*tch!

How do you like that?

No, I did not.

Fine.

What are you doing?

I'm calling Spend Mart.|They probably want to know...

that they are selling|dirty women's underwear.

Karen, come on,|this whole thing's silly.

I doubt they'll admit|they sell dirty underwear.

I'm sure|it's against corporate policy.

Spend Mart,|where you spend less.

I have a question|regarding your underwear bins.

Underwear bins?

My fiance has informed me...

that he bought a pair of|dirty women's underwear...

out of one of your bins...

and I wanted to hear|your thoughts on this.

My thoughts?|On our underwear bins?

These are my thoughts.|I'm sick of it.

It's some college kids|playing a prank.

They been putting|dirty underwear in our bins.

- What?|- What did he say?

On behalf of Spend Mart,|I'd like to apologize.

Why don't you have|your fiance come down...

and we'll exchange them|for a fresh pair...

or refund your money. OK?

Poor bastard.

Underwear bins?

It's a guy thing.

Bullshit!

God, I am really sorry.|I feel terrible.

It's OK, honey.

I am a terrible person|for accusing you.

No, you are so honest.

I don't deserve you.|Thank you.

I love them.

I knew you would.

Let's just forget about it.

Let's pretend it never happened.

I love you, you love me,|that's all that matters.

One sec!

I got home from work...

and found these pictures|in my son's room.

He was standing over them.

Are we on the same page?

Don't speak!

In the future,|would you find a way...

to dispose of|your pornography...

so it doesn't wind up|in the hands of children?

Absolutely. I apologize.

- Who's at the door?|- Our neighbor, Mr...

Minister Ferris.

Mr. Minister Ferris.

Hello.|I'm Karen, Paul's fiancee.

Congratulations. You move|right along, don't you?

Mr. Minister Ferris stopped by|to recommend a TV special.

Wow, that's great.

Thanks for thinking of us.|We'll keep that...

Son...

I've got my eye on you.

OK, then.

That was awfully|thoughtful of him.

I think he was|checking out your crotch.

Karen, he's a man of the cloth.

Let's not rashly accuse him of|being some weird pecker checker.

I've got to go to the bathroom.

OK.

Sh*t.

Do you smell smoke?

OK. Oh, sh*t!

Is something burning?|I smell smoke.

I lit a match,|if you know what I mean.

- Do you still have diarrhea?|- Yeah, I do.

I tell you,|you think you got it licked...

it comes right back|to kick you in the butt.

If this keeps up,|we'll have to plan...

our whole wedding day|around your bowel movements.

Hello?

Hey, Paul, it's Becky.

Jimmy boy! What's up?

Nothing much, Jimmy boy.

I got a visit from|my lunatic ex-fiance.

He's got pictures|of us together.

Hey, baby!|Can I get a gin and tonic...

and maybe you in bed?

I don't know what|he'll do with them...

but he's got|a steroid rage problem...

so I'm thinking|that's not a good thing.

That is great news!

What's going on?

It's Jim.|He got a promotion.

Wow.

Here's the deal.|Ray's working the night shift.

We can sneak into his apartment|and get the negatives.

You're the man, Jim.

Pick me up at 10:00|at the Soho.

You know where that is?

Great. Don't be late|and bring a flashlight.

Wait.|I want to congratulate Jim.

Six bucks?

I wanted to talk.

You did? I'm sorry.

Hello?|I'm so glad you called back.

Congratulations|on the big promotion.

Thanks, Karen.|It was a long time coming.

OK, here's Paul.

- Jim?|- Paul.

You're getting|better at this, buddy.

Hang on, call waiting.

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Greg Glienna

Greg M. Glienna (born in Chicago, Illinois, August 23, 1963) is an American director and screenwriter best known as the creator of the original 1992 film Meet the Parents. Glienna also wrote A Guy Thing and wrote and directed Relative Strangers. He is also the co-author (with Mary Ruth Clarke) of the play Suffer the Long Night which had its Los Angeles premiere August 2008. more…

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