The Stag Page #8

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Okay. Well, look, have a think about

it and I'll talk to you soon.

Okay, bye.

He's alive!

- Hey!

- Hey!

Thank you so much.

Hey, you!

Welcome back.

Don't forget the rings, yeah?

Rach... please.

I'm sorry.

How hard was that?

Oh, God.

Hello, everybody. I'm Davin

and I'm the best man.

I don't have any brothers.

- Or any sisters, for that matter.

- Aw!

So my friends have been my siblings

I love them like

brothers and sisters.

And I've fought with them

and laughed with them

and grown up with them

and learned from them.

And no one more so than the man

who is being married here today...

- Fionan.

- Fion-awn

I've relied on him so

much over the years

and he's always been there for me.

Even when I've expected

far too much from him,

he's been able to see

through my... idiot ways

and he's helped me to find the

man that I'm supposed to be.

So I say congratulations,

Ruth. You picked a doozy.

Yeah.

I'm so proud to call

this man my best friend.

And...

with your permission...

my brother.

Marriages are not made in heaven.

They're made here on Earth,

but you only have to take one look

at this amazing woman to know

that for my friend Fionan,

this is as close to heaven

as he's ever going to get.

So I ask you, ladies and gentlemen,

to raise your glasses with me

to Fionan and Ruth,

bride and groom.

Fionan and Ruth.

- She looked absolutely gorgeous.

- Thanks.

Who's that man?

- Hi, Dad.

- Hello there.

You must be Kevin.

- Mr Quinn.

- Derry, please.

- May I get you a drink, Derry?

- No, let me get you one.

- That's very kind of you.

- Well, it is a free bar.

- I'll give you a hand, Derry.

- Yeah, that's very kind of you.

- What would you like?

- Thank you.

- Davin.

- Hey there.

- Did you just call me Davin?

- I did. I called you Davin.

So look, I've got

something for you.

- You got me a present?

- Oh, yeah.

Wow.

"May the best man win."

Can I have your attention, please?

This is a really

special moment for me.

The most amazing day of my life.

And now my brother, The

Machine, my oldest friend,

is giving us a present of a song.

Get up here.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, my name,

or my real name...

is Richard.

- Richard? Is it?

- Yeah.

The reason I'm called

The Machine is...

Well, maybe another time, yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen, this song

is about the bride and groom

and about love.

But it's also a song about Ireland

and the men and women of Ireland.

In recent times, we've

taken a hell of a beating.

What with the economy and

Europe tearing us a new one.

And the Church being total

a**holes about everything.

But we've got to forgive

ourselves, forgive each other

and learn to love ourselves again,

'cause the thing is we're Ireland

and that, my friends, is deadly.

Whoo!

I also want to dedicate this

to a bunch of Comancheros

I once had the honour

of riding with

out on the edge of the world.

I love those hombres.

Is it getting better?

Do you feel the same?

Will it make it easier on you now

You got someone to blame

You say one love

One life

When it's one need

In the night

One love

We get to share it

Leaves you baby

if you don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?

Or leave a bad

taste in your mouth

You act like you never had love

And you want me to go without

Well, it's too late

Tonight

To drag the past

out into the night

We're one, but we're not the same

We get to carry each other

Carry each other, one...

Have you come here

for forgiveness?

Have you come to raise the dead?

Have you come hereto play Jesus?

To the lepers in your head?

Did I ask too much?

More than a lot

You gave me nothing,

now it's all I've got

We're one, but we're not the same

Well, we hurt each other

Then we do it again, you say

Love is a temple

Love a higher law

Love is a temple

Love a higher law

You ask me to enter,

but then you make me crawl

And I can't be holding

on to what you've got

When all you've got is hurt

One love

One blood

One life, you've got

to do what you should

One life with each other

Sisters, brothers

We're one life,

but we're not the same

We get to carry each other

Carry each other

One

One

Oooh-oooh

Ooh

Maybe, maybe, maybe

Ah-ah-ah!

Ah-ah!

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah

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