The Wedding Singer Page #8

Your arms are smaller

than mine, Jules.

I know. I just never saw

the lights of Vegas before.

Tell you what.

How about I let you lean over me

when we fly over the strip?

Thank you.

Hot towel?

Thanks.

Oh, my. I'm sorry.

I've never been

on first class before.

My name is Joyce.

Just buzz if you need anything.

Thank you. Here.

Sir?

Is that Billy Idol?

-I believe it is.

-Oh, my God.

Would you like some champagne

or some orange juice?

How much is it?

-It's free.

-It's what?

Holy sh*t, this is incredible.

Actually, I shouldn't drink.

I fell in love with this girl

who's going to marry an idiot...

so I'm on my way to Vegas

to stop them.

That's the sweetest thing

I've ever heard.

Where are they getting married?

I don't know where...

but I'm going to run around

and find them.

I got to do what I got to do.

Next time they come by,

grab me a Heineken.

She comes over to tell me

how she feels...

and Linda answers the door...

wearing nothing

but my Van Halen t-shirt.

No way.

I don't know what to do.

She's getting married,

and he's going to ruin her life.

Glenn doesn't deserve her.

All he cares about

are possessions...

fancy cars, CD players.

Even women

are possessions to him.

Billy idol gets it.

I don't know why

she doesn't get it.

I hope you find her.

You guys

will not believe this.

Some creep in coach

who thinks he's Don Johnson...

just asked me to be part

of the mile-high club.

He said I was

Grade-A, top-choice meat.

Is he right in here?

What's the mile-high club?

Oh, my God.

The mile-high guy is Glenn.

They're on this plane.

No way!

You guys got to help me.

Right!

Good afternoon, everyone.

We're flying at 26,000 feet,

moving up to 30,000 feet...

and we got clear skies

all the way to Las Vegas.

And now, we're bringing you

some in-flight entertainment.

One of our first-class

passengers...

would like

to sing you a song...

inspired by one

of our coach passengers.

And since we let

our first-class passengers...

do pretty much whatever

they want, here he is.

I wanna make you smile...

Whenever you're sad...

Carry you around...

When your arthritis is bad.

Oh, all I wanna do...

Is grow old with you.

I'll get you medicine...

When your tummy aches...

Build you a fire...

If the furnace breaks.

Oh, it could be so nice...

Growin' old with you.

I'll miss you...

Kiss you...

Give you my coat...

When you are cold...

Need you...

Feed you...

Even let you hold...

The remote control.

What the hell's

that fruit doing here?

Get out of the way!

Excuse me, sir.

I have to serve the beverages.

How you doing, sir?

Chicken or fish?

Get out of my way,

or you're going to get hurt.

Don't you talk

to Billy Idol that way.

So let me clear the dishes...

In our kitchen sink...

Put you to bed...

When you've had

too much to drink.

I could be the man...

Who grows old with you.

I wanna grow old...

With you.

That was the most

beautiful song.

I got a confession to make.

That song was about you.

Good.

I'm in love with you.

I am so in love with you.

That wasn't a bad song.

I'm going to tell those

record company guys about you.

You mind if I give her

a kiss first?

Do what you got to do.

I know this...

Much is...

True.

I know this...

Much is...

True.

I know, I know, I know...

This much is true.

Oh, yes, I do...

Robbie and Julia.

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