Anger Management Page #9
-Very much.
I can't stop love.
-Go.
-Thank you.
Don't think l don't owe you
a couple smacks by the way.
Good evening. Tonight, romance
comes to Yankee Stadium.
Oh, my God, it's Dave.
What the heck are you doing here?
-I wanna borrow this for a second.
-That's my mike!
Linda? Where are you?
Don't move.
Linda? Are you out there, honey?
Linda, l'm not mad at you.
Oh, sh*t.
I know that crazy man
brought you here.
Davey's going crazy!
I've done crazier stuff than that
to win back a chick.
Once l ran naked
through a subway station.
How was that supposed to work?
I guess l never really
thought it through.
I gotta tell you something personal!
This kid lost his marbles.
I'm over here!
Linda, think about
what you're doing to us.
Sweet tackle. Wow!
Dave just got leveled!
-Nobody messes with my microphone.
-I'm sorry.
Bob?
-Everything all right, Buddy?
-Oh, yeah.
I've never seen you so excited.
It's not every day a man
gets to propose marriage...
...to the woman he loves.
Now, here's what l want you to write
on the scoreboard.
Linda! Linda, l've loved you
since the day l met you!
I won't let you do this to us!
Don't marry him!
Don't marry him!
Wait!
Let this man finish
what he came here to say.
Let the man back in.
-Who was that guy?
-I think it's Regis Philbin.
Thank you, Mayor Giuliani.
You're the man, by the way.
This clown better hurry up.
My arm's starting to ice over.
Chill, Rocket. Goosfraba.
Goosfraba.
Goosfraba.
I can understand why you wanted
to see other people. I really can.
Buddy Rydell is a psycho!
But he was right about one thing.
I was an angry guy.
Mainly angry at myself...
...for letting people treat me like crap
all the time.
But l don't want to be that angry guy
anymore.
I wanna change.
If you give me a chance...
...l can show you that l got the guts
to stand up for what l believe in.
And l believe in us, Linda.
I love you with all my heart,
and l know you love me back.
I should be your husband...
...not that weirdo.
I want to have a family with you.
I want to have kids with you.
Kids who have your eyes...
...and your lips...
...and my...
...last name.
That's all l wish on them.
Please marry me, Linda.
Before l make my decision,
you have to do something for me.
You have to kiss me
You can do it, David!
Give her a five-second Frencher!
Kiss her, David.
Kiss her, David.
Kiss her, David!
Kiss her, David.
Go Yankees!
Dave's a dirty boy.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
I can't believe you actually
started to fall for that crazy man.
Buddy's not such a bad guy.
Congratulations! You just graduated
from anger management!
I'm glad your car died.
The train's romantic.
Don't change the subject.
You're telling me the past two weeks
of my life was just therapy?
Well....
Yeah.
I met with Buddy
after reading his book...
...and l told him about some
of the things going on in your life...
...and how upset it was making you
and how nuts it was making me.
He said that he thought he could help,
but it would be tough.
So how much of this thing was a
setup?
Well, the guy in your seat on the
plane, the flight attendant, thejudge...
...they're all friends of Buddy's.
What about the air marshal
who tasered me? Was he in on it?
No, he wasjust having a bad day.
Son of a b*tch.
Skipper, how you doing?
Buddy Rydell, you're a great man.
I was just doing my job.
I never doubted you for a minute.
Except when Galaxia
had ahold of you.
Did you just call that guy
Buddy Rydell?
A guy named Buddy Rydell
left this card...
...on what's left of my Lexus!
Oh, yeah. For insurance purposes.
Your insurance was canceled!
Grenada!
Don't point that gun at Buddy.
I'm the one who smashed your car up.
-Dave?!
-No!
I'm sick of guys like this.
You wanna mess with my friends,
shoot me first.
-Don't!
-Are you crazy?
Settle down.
Butt out! Tough guy's
going to learn a lesson.
I'm not afraid. Dr. Rydell taught me
not to be afraid of anybody.
Can l ask you a question, though?
Got you!
Dr. B, Davey just pulled a joke on us!
And how does that
make you feel, Lou?
Chuck.
We were just doing a joke.
That's my friend.
Are you okay?
He feels stunning.
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