Honeymoon
I guess I'm
the first one to do this.
Well, I'm not really sure
what I'm supposed to say.
I'm now a wife.
Okay,
wedding video.
Let me introduce you
to our delicious food.
We got veggie korma,
lamb curry, samosas.
Oh, I am sitting
inside a tent of sorts,
because it is inside a tent
similar to this one
where you proposed.
For our first date,
Bea chose an Indian restaurant,
you know,
one of those little places on Sixth Street
with the colored lights
and the fiber-optic lamps.
Yum, except that
halfway through the meal,
I start feeling
my stomach gurgle
in this horrible
food-poisoning-type way,
and I didn't even
have time to lie to her.
dirty restaurant toilet
and the rest of the night
on Bea's bathroom floor,
because I couldn't make it
to the subway,
let alone Brooklyn.
Well, we'd been planning
for weeks,
but, as you know, I got sick,
so we couldn't go.
I thought you were upset,
because you were
acting really weird,
but then you... you built,
like, this tent
over our bed out of blankets,
and we made s'mores
on the stove,
and then inside the fort
on our bed,
you said, "Bea, this was
supposed to be romantic
"and under the stars,
not sheets,
"but you make me the happiest.
Will you marry me?"
And now we're married.
So this, this is our,
"F*** you, Indian food."
You tried to keep us apart,
but f*** you.
We win.
So we didn't get
was special for us instead.
Mm-hmm, special
and cheap.
What?
No,
I think some people
are annoyed by no cake.
Who cares?
It's our wedding,
huh?
Before, I was alone,
but now I'm not.
I love you, honeybee.
Whew.
It's not fancy.
Is it okay?
Do you like it?
Here's what I see...
ot the city,
woods.
Mm-hmm. I just want
it to be perfect.
And I just want to be with you.
Blehh!
All right, come on.
So this is the famous
family cottage.
Mm.
Wait, wait, wait.
What? What? What? What?
Not so fast, okay?
First, the grand tour.
So this is the living room.
Watch your step.
Uh-huh. This is
definitely unsafe.
Oh, yeah?
Well, you're unsafe.
You're unsafe.
You're unsafe.
Here we have a TV
and VCR from 1991.
Uh-huh.
Well, I mean,
who needs cell service
or Internet
when you can keep busy
watching your favorite VHS tape?
Over here, we have the kitchen,
complete with, yes,
a radioactive microwave
and an oven that probably
still uses hot coals.
You may be noticing a theme.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
I want to have sex with you.
Bzz. Change is bad.
Looks like a sign.
No, looks like bad wiring.
Yeah.
This is the bear room.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Very good.
Yeah.
And, uh...
why is it called the bear room?
No.
This is the bathroom.
It's green,
very green.
This is, uh...
This is where you almost
drowned playing submarine.
Yeah.
Huh.
Yeah.
You're my favorite.
Which one is ours?
Mm, next door.
The woods room...
Right.
because it has windows
facing...
the woods.
It's dark and scary out there.
It's dark and scary in here.
What's with the ducks?
Ah, they're fake and hollow,
empty inside.
I used to hide things
in 'em with I was little.
Oh?
Yeah.
What are you hiding under here?
My very superspecial
honeymoon nightgown.
I love you, honeybee.
Mm, bzz.
Hmm.
Sorry.
You are pretty creepo.
I was done sleeping.
Look what I found.
Mm.
"Dear ducks,
"my name is
Mallard P. Quack.
"I am not a real duck.
Stay away.
Quack, quack..."
Honk, quack,
quack, quack, honk.
Did we get milk?
You put it in here, right?
Yeah, no, it's in the fridge.
Now, then... Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, wife...
Oh, how gracious
of you, husband.
Mwah.
After last night,
you deserve to relax.
Mm-hmm.
Rest your womb.
What, my womb?
Yeah.
Why did you say that?
I don't know.
I don't know. I'm...
I didn't mean anything.
I'm gonna make the pancakes now.
It's just...
What?
Well, I don't know.
Just say it. What?
Do you want to have a baby?
Heh. No. What?
No. I don't know
why I said, "Womb."
I was...
I was just teasing
about how hard I f***ed you.
Okay?
Okay.
What is it?
I don't know.
Okay. Cool.
Wait. I don't know if I'm
ready to have a baby.
I don't know if I'm
ready to have a baby.
We're gonna have
breakfast together
every day for the rest
of our lives.
I know. I know.
Hmm.
Which means
we got plenty of time
to talk about your womb and
other married-people things.
Right now,
be on our honeymoon.
Right?
Right.
Okay.
Mm.
Pancakes.
Pancakes
You ready?
This thing's massive.
Where'd it come from?
My dad.
Heh.
I didn't realize he
was that kind of hunter.
Well, what kind
of hunter is that?
The kind that kills
giant f***ing bears.
You ever killed anything?
Mm...
rats.
Yeah, murder by trap
doesn't count.
I mean with your bare hands.
Oh, with my bare hands?
Yeah.
Um...
have you?
No. No.
I mean, just fish.
Mm, I guess a few frogs.
What?
Oh, when I was little.
We'd use 'em as bait,
like little, mini baby ones.
Oh, right. Mm-hmm.
The little baby ones.
Yeah, baby ones.
Is that normal?
Oh, they scream
when you cast them.
Oh, my God.
Who are you?
Eee!
Aah!
Come on.
What?
What, should we grab your water wings,
too, Pauly Poo?
I'm really not embarrassed
security on the water.
Here.
You tied it, right?
Tied what?
The anchor.
You tied the rope
before you dropped it?
Didn't you just tell me
to drop it in?
You're good at that.
12 years of Girl Scouts.
Last one in the
water's a rotten egg.
What are you talking about?
Well, if you're afraid,
you can just stay
in the boat like a baby.
I'm not
afraid of the lake.
Fine.
Hmm.
Take off your shirt.
All right.
No. No, this...
Heh. No.
Why not? Come on.
No.
Ah, I'm sorry.
I seem to remember someone saying,
"Oh, and it's gonna
be just before summer,
the whole lake to ourselves,
and there'll be
no one around..."
Yeah.
And, uh, oh, sh*t,
yep. No one around.
Hello!
Yeah, looks like
no one's around.
Yeah, well,
I-I'll take this under consideration.
Okay?
What?
Oh, it's so cold.
It's freezing.
Freezing?
I thought
something had snapped...
"Oh, my goodness!"
"Oh, my goodness"?
Oh, my God,
did your womb get cold?
Heh. No,
but it did freeze
my big, giant...
balls.
No, Paul.
No.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Oh, no.
No, Paul. No, no.
1...
No, no, no!
2...
3!
Mm.
swimming with you.
skinny-dipping with you.
I'm hungry.
Oh, weird.
I feel kind of full.
You're a dirty girl.
You are a dirty girl
who deserves...
to be punished.
Paul.
Paul, stop.
Stop.
This it?
Catchy name.
Yeah.
Their specialty is food.
Last one there is a rotten egg.
F***.
They even open?
They should be.
We're closed.
W-We're closed!
Yeah, okay, buddy.
We got it.
We're leaving.
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