P.S. I Love You Page #2

My eye! I'm blind.

Oh, I just wanna lick

your little Glaswegian chocolate.

Okay, okay. I can't believe

I'm in love with a leprechaun.

- Oh, wait. The light. You were up last.

- The light?

- No.

- You were up last.

But I'm not up now, am I?

Baby, look, I'm injured. My eye.

God. A pain in me hole.

That's a good girl.

That's a good girl.

Come on, get back to bed

or I'm gonna start without you.

Aah! Sh*t.

- You okay?

- Sh*t, no! My toe! Oh! Ow!

I tell you what. Someone should get a

light, that side of the bed. It's ridiculous.

Ridiculous.

- I'll get my next husband to do it.

- Oh, come here.

Next husband. Oh-ho-ho. Next husband.

Come here, you.

I'm sorry I lose my mind sometimes.

- Did it hurt you? Let me look.

- Will you shut up and kiss me, okay?

You crazy b*tch. Pain in me hole.

Oh, Daniel, we forgot those Thanksgiving

decorations. Will you take them down?

Sure, Mrs. Reilly.

Where do you want them?

Patricia. In the skinny closet.

Have you got the key?

No, I don't.

I'll make you a set next week.

And ask Gerry's drivers

to close the curtains, will you?

Sure.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

- John.

- What?

- Oh, Denise.

- Hi.

- Oh, it's good to see you.

- Do I have to help?

- No, you do not have to help.

- Good.

- Sharon, you look great.

- Hi.

- Hi. This is good.

- So do you.

- Am I late?

- No. This is gorgeous.

Wait till you see Gerry.

You're gonna die.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Well, as Gerry would say,

let's get this party started.

Gerry Kennedy did not want a lot of words.

He preferred music.

He was a unique young man...

...as you can see by the urn he had

designed by the love of his life...

...his wife, Holly.

His life may be over for now,

but we can still hear it.

He lives in us forever in our hearts...

...like his favorite song.

Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

I've got a feeling

This year's for me and you

So happy Christmas

I love you, baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

- You're a bum, you're a punk

- You're an old slut on junk

Lying there almost dead

On a drip in that bed

You scumbag, you maggot

You cheap, lousy f*ggot

Happy Christmas, your arse

I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas Day

Aww.

Mama, how you doing?

- Ciara.

- Oh, sis, good to see you.

- Oh, good to hold you.

- Oh.

Hello, Gerry.

- Hi, I'm Denise.

- Matt.

- I love your tie.

- Oh, thanks.

- Are you single, Matt?

- Yes.

- Are you gay?

- Yes.

Okay.

Did Holly call his parents?

Why aren't they here?

I did, I spoke to the mother.

His father's just had another operation.

He's not supposed to travel.

So why didn't she come alone?

I mean, it's Ireland, it's not Japan.

It was their only son.

Don't ask me.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I like your chain.

- Thanks.

- Denise.

- George.

- Are you single?

- Yes.

- Are you gay?

- No.

- Are you working?

- No.

You make a ravishing widow, sis.

Thanks.

I'm so glad you're here, but it's so far.

I would've understood.

No, I'm done with Australia.

Besides, Gerry wrote me I had to.

He wrote you?

Yeah, a couple of months ago.

Probably because of Mom.

He knew I'd have melodrama

for her to play with...

...while you pull yourself together.

Can I get you anything?

Mm.

- I'm sorry about your loss.

- Thanks.

How did he die?

- A brain tumor.

- Nice!

So that's a great looking urn.

I wish I were that creative.

I buried my dog in a stereo box.

It's not the same.

- I love your suit.

- Thanks.

- Are you single?

- Yes.

- Are you gay?

- No.

- Are you working?

- Yes.

- Denise.

- Sam.

Oh.

When Gerry and I went to a bank

to apply for a business loan...

...I was a little nervous. Gerry told me:

"Relax, these people are never

gonna give us the money...

...so we might as well have some fun."

No, don't clean.

No, I have to do something.

I can't talk anymore.

- Wanna stay with us while your sister's here?

- No.

I think...

You know, I think I should be home.

I think I need to be...

...home.

- Well...

...this is your home too, you know.

But that's good. Get back on your feet.

That's a good thing.

Hey, it's Gerry at Enniskerry Limo.

Leave a message.

Hey, it's Gerry at Enniskerry Limo.

Leave a message.

Hey, it's Gerry at Enniskerry Limo.

Leave a message.

Hey, it's Gerry at Enniskerry Limo.

Leave a message.

Holly? It's Mom. Are you all right?

Are you showering? Don't make me worry.

I'm worried you're not calling me back.

I know it's hard, honey, but don't lock

yourself in. It's been over a week.

- I'm here, okay?

Hey, it's Denise.

Listen, I buzzed your apartment.

Nobody's heard from you.

Where are you? All right, call somebody.

I love you.

I'll make him pay for it. I will.

Whatever you might do,

I can do more...

...because I know how to fight

better than you.

Why can't I be Bette Davis?

All right? I mean, the job...

...makes you cranky

at home every bloody day anyway.

You wanna have a baby? Let's do it.

See? I hate when you do that.

Hah. Do what?

"Let's have a baby." La-la-la!

In a five-floor walkup

we can barely move in.

You can't act like everything's just

gonna work out by itself, Gerry.

Why do I have to be the responsible

grownup who worries?

If you're killed, I'll be free.

If I'm killed, it really doesn't matter.

If we both die, good riddance!

Go ahead, crash it. Crash it!

Gerry, get the light.

It's your turn.

Mmm.

I just want to see you

When you're all alone

I just want to catch you if I can

I just want to be there When

the morning light explodes

On your face it radiates

I can't escape

I love you till the end

- Do all Irishmen sing?

- Heh.

I'll love you till the end

Ah. Only the really well-hung ones.

I can't fall asleep alone.

I'm right here, baby.

I had a terrible dream.

Don't tell me.

Gerry, I don't wanna go back to work.

- What should I do?

- Quit.

Stay here with me.

I don't have a plan, Gerry.

That's okay, luv,

your plans never work out anyway.

Hmm.

That's true.

And all because of the man

That got away

No more his eager call

The writing's on the wall

The dreams you dreamed Have all

Gone astray

The man that won you Has

run off and undone you

That great beginning Has seen a final inning

Don't know what happened

It's all a crazy game

No more that all-time thrill

For you've been

Through the mill

And never a new love

Will be the same

Good riddance, goodbye...

Whoo!

Happy birthday!

You're 30!

Hey, Holly...

...these were falling out of your mailbox.

What is that smell?

I wasn't expecting company.

Mom, don't clean.

- I'm not. I'll just organize the garbage.

- We did try to call first.

- Are you drunk?

- No.

- Do you wanna be?

- Ciara.

What happened to your head?

Pimple.

- You're not showering?

- You always squeeze it too hard.

- What is that smell?

- It's me, all right?

Hey, hey, hey. Don't be like that.

- Like what?

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