Serendipity Page #7

- You mean "exotic dancers."|- No, no. I mean "strippers."

- The women who take off everything.|- I'll see you men at 9:00.

But remember, I promised Judy|I'd be home by 10:00.

Fantastic. It gives you|an hour to get crazy.

Let's get into it.

Before you take Jon and Dad off|to your male-bonding ritual,|I need to talk to him.

Okay. Beautiful bride.|I'll be in the cab.

- Hi.|- I want you to meet Jon.

- Hi. It's so nice to meet you.|- I would love|for you to come tomorrow.

- We'd feel terrible if you didn't.|- Really?

- Yeah.|- That's so sweet.|It's tomorrow at noon?

Yeah, and you can bring|your friend if you want.

- Okay. I'll be there.|- Be there.

Thank you.|That's so nice.

- See you tomorrow.|- Nice to meet you. Bye. See you.

- Halley, what is it?|What's wrong?|- It's you.

- What do you mean, it's me?|What did I do?|- Nothing, exactly.

It's just this feeling|I have, like--

like you've been somewhere else|for the past few days.

- That's not true.|- Don't lie to me, Jonathan.

I've dreamed about this|my entire life, and-and...

I've imagined the dress|and the flowers...

and even the music|the band was gonna play.

And everything is exactly the way|I want it, except for my fiance,

who's just decided to float off|to Never-Never Land.

Look, maybe I've been a little bit|out of it the past week,

but it's just normal,|you know, guy stuff.

- It's a little cold feet.|Doesn't mean I don't love you.|- Well, call me crazy,

but I'd like|my fiance's feet to be warm,

especially when we're hours|from going down the aisle.

I'm sorry, Hal.|Really, I am.

Whatever it is that|you're holding on to,

please just let it go.

Please.

I think it already|let go of me, okay?

Wait.

- What's this?|- What do you think?

It's the traditional|groom's gift.

- I got yours,|and I forgot to bring it.|- I know. It's okay.

Open it.

It's a first edition.

It's just that every time|we go into a bookstore,|you're always flipping through it.

And I checked this week.|You don't even have a copy.

What's wrong?|Don't you like it?

It's perfect.

It's an excellent choice.

# When you know #

# That you know #

# Who you love #

# You can't deny it #

What's going on?|Are you all right?

Her name's Sara Thomas.

What?

How did--

Halley gave it to me|as a wedding gift.

# Never let him go #

# 'Cause you know #

# And you know|that you know #

Sally?

It's Dean from obits.|Hey.

I need an address for a Sara Thomas.|S-A-R-A T-H-O-M-A-S.

Uh, I got|an old phone number.

Yeah, we'll hold.

[Lars] Hang on.|Sir, can you pull this thing over?

I can't hear a thing.

Honey, just one second.|Okay, go. What?

What?

We have to cancel|Dusseldorf. Why?

We have to cancel Stockholm?

# You can feel|love's around you #

# Like the sky|round the moon #

# This is how|love has found you #

# Now you know|what to do #

# When you know ##

Oh. Look at those stars.

They all have names,|you know.

I don't know|what that is.

It's Cassiopeia.

The... stars in the sky.

It's Cassiopeia.

You realize with the time delay,|if our return flight takes off|more than ten minutes late,

I miss my own wedding, okay?

- Does that bother you|in the slightest?|- You are a jackass.

- Well, thank you.|- You are. You--

Y-Y-You're my hero,|you know?

You're like my oracle|and sh*t, you know?

You're out there, man,|and you're making it happen.

Courtney moved out.

- What?|- Yeah. It's-- Look, man.

We'd been fighting|for a really long time.

Why didn't you tell me?

We didn't want to ruin|your wedding, man.

- Didn't want to rain|on your parade, man.|- What the hell happened?

We just--

We let it slip away,|you know?

That's the point. It--|You know, it died.

- We died.|- What was the cause of death?

Not enough of all of this,|of this, of this.

And not enough,|you know? Do you--

Do you remember|the philosopher Epictetus?|You remember what he said?

He said, "If you want to|improve, be content to be|thought foolish and stupid."

That's what you've done.

- I work hard at it.|- Now I want to be a jackass.

You know?|You're the sh*t!

That would be me, the sh*t.

[Dean]|Yeah. He's the sh*t. Okay.

## [Soft Rock]

You know what, old buddy?|On second thought,|maybe you should call first.

- What are you talking about?|- Give her a ring.|It's more polite that way.

Calling her gives her|a chance to clean up.

I don't care how clean|her house is!

- She might.|- What are you talking about?

- You told me to go!|You said I was your hero!|- I forbid you to look.

- You can't look!|- Why are you hanging on?

- I don't want you to get hurt.|Don't get hurt!|- You're hurting me!

I think that went very well.

Didn't-- Didn't she say that|everything happens for a reason?

- Yeah, she did.|- Well, maybe we're|laying here because--

Because why?

Because you don't want to|be standing somewhere else.

I see. Yeah.|We're crawling. We're crawling.

Ladies and gentlemen,|this is the captain speaking.

I'm sorry to report that we're gonna|be on the ground a little longer...

due to some bad weather|heading this way.

The air traffic controller|has put us on hold,

so in the mean time,|I've asked the cabin attendants|to start the movie.

- Hey, you getting ready?|- Yeah.

You know me.|I love a good wedding.

- So have you talked to Lars?|- Yeah.

We spoke this morning|before he left.

I think he's gonna be okay.|At least I hope so.

Of course he's gonna be okay,|and you're gonna be okay too.

Yeah?

Oh, you know what?|There's a lady glaring at me.

I don't think I'm supposed|to be on the phone.|Can I call you when I get home?

Have a safe flight, okay?

- Lots of love. Bye.|- Headsets?

- Yes, I will.|- $3.00, please.

What the hell is this?

Something the matter?

Yes. I think I've mixed up|my wallet with my friend's.

Yes, I have.|See? Prado.

Oh. Well, is there|any money in it?

I'll have a look.

Yes, there is.|Thank you.

Two ones... and a five.

- Thank you very much, sir.|- Thank you.

- Uh, sorry. Excuse me.|- That's this gentleman's change.

- Jonathan. Jonathan.|- Excuse me. I just--

Sorry. You know what?|I'm going to--

Thank you. Excuse me.|Sorry. Whoo! I'm sorry!

Hi. Yeah.|It's in New York City.

I need the address|of a Jonathan Trager.

Yeah. T-R-A-G-E-R.

Hi. I'm looking|for a Jonathan Trager.|Is this his building?

- You must be late.|- Late for what?

The wedding.|Waldorf-Astoria.

- He's getting married?|- Might be already.

- Wait! Hey, wait! Wait!|Excuse me!|- [ Tires Screech ]

Sorry. Can you take me|to the Waldorf-Astoria|as fast as you can go, please?

Can you see what it is?

Oh! Sorry. Sorry!

Oh. Oh, please, God, no.

- Stop!|- Stop?

Is it over?

- The wedding?|- Yeah.

Oh, yeah.|It's over, all right.

Butdon't worry.

You'll get|your present back.

- Excuse me?|- They always return thepresents.

You asked|if it was over.

The truth is,|it never even began.

- What?|- Yeah. He called the whole|thing off this morning.

He called it off?

That's terrible.

Were you a friend|of the bride?

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