Two Much Page #6

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- Let him out.

- I think I can do it.

- One leg at a time.

- My behind is broken.

- I got it, I got it.

- I'll never dance again. I know it.

- Okay, you guys go ahead.

I'll get the car back

tomorrow, all right?

And hey, hey...

Thanks.

Son, don't let that a**hole brother

of yours get you into any more trouble.

Next time you have a problem,

call me.

- These guys are useless.

- I will.

- Avanti.

- We are proud of the Lincoln Battalion

And the fight for Madrid

that we made

There we fought like true sons

of the people

As part of

the 15th Brigade

- Art.

- I know you hate me, but can I come in?

I'm not alone.

- Manny.

- Hi, Art.

I-I took your advice

about the charm.

- So maybe I got a little carried away.

- I'll say.

- Well, uh...

- Is, uh, something the matter?

Um, I was just looking for a quiet place

to spend the night, but, uh...

- It wouldn't be here, would it?

- Wait a second.

You and... Manny?

When I said his brush strokes

spoke volumes...

I had no idea.

- You know what else?

- No, please. Don't tell me.

Key to the studio.

- You can spend the night there.

- Thanks, Manny.

Who is it?

Hey, hey.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait...

Aah!

- Are you guys crazy or what, huh?

- I think we're "what."

Wait. Wait...

Aaah!

- Uh... no.

- Not his face!

We want the groom

to look pretty tomorrow.

- He might not dance so good.

- Look...

I am leaving. She's all yours.

Yeah, schmucks like you always

bail out at the last minute...

no matter who

takes the fall.

Luckily I'm here

to protect Betty.

You started somethin',

and you're gonna finish it.

You're gonna go there

and marry her tomorrow...

and what's more,

you're gonna make her happy.

Because, so help me,

if you ever make Betty cry...

I'm gonna break one bone

for every tear.

And you know

she cries a lot.

I just gotta get rid of all

of this negative energy!

- Doctor's orders!

- Not his face, boss!

- Who says?

- Uh, you did, boss.

- You did, boss.

- Y-you did.

You always gotta listen

to the boss.

Oh, my God.

Bart?

Oh, my...

Are you all right?

- Ohh!

- I've been better.

Ohh.

Here, let me help you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

- Is something broken?

- A rib, maybe.

- Owwie.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We should call somebody.

What?

You're so...

Iovely.

- Please be quiet.

- No, no. I mean it.

When you are like this...

Frowning...

It is fantastic.

Um, I am very happy

you came.

I think

you're getting better.

Ooh.

Tell me what happened.

What happened?

I love you, Liz.

That's what happened.

From the moment

I laid eyes on you...

when I stepped

in the shower...

and there you were...

glaring at me

through the water.

- That was Art.

- Yeah.

I am Art.

- What kind of joke is this?

- It's not a joke. It's not a joke.

- All right, what does Betty keep on her night table?

- Uh...

Five bottles of pills

and...

three boxes of Kleenex

and...

a beautiful picture

of you.

- I can't believe this.

- Sure you can.

Sure you can.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Yeah, I can.

I believe you can betray Bart like this,

betray my sister, betray me...

No, the person I've betrayed the most...

is myself.

Why?

Because you stopped?

Because you could've

gotten away with it?

- Yeah, you really blew it.

- I want you to be with me.

Not with someone else.

You know...

I've always loved you.

- Don't.

- Please.

- Don't do this.

- Please, please. Please.

You know what

I'm thinking about?

Your mother.

I'm sure she'd give you

a good whipping.

You sure as hell

deserve one.

Yeah.

I remember when

you and Bart were born.

She cried

for a whole month.

You sure someone who lives in

this house wants to marry you?

Not me, Dad.

Art. Art!

What amazes me is that Art doesn't want

to marry someone who lives in this house.

What made you

change your mind?

I don't know whether

to laugh or cry.

- Congratulations.

- No, Manny.

I am not the one

who's getting married.

It's my brother Art.

You follow?

- Yeah, sure.

- Bart.

My name is Bart.

Bart.

We could speak

to the preacher.

I'm sure he'd marry us

on the spot.

I'd love to, but you're just

too young and foolish for me.

Bart.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Um...

- What?

- I have to tell you something.

But I don't want you to get angry.

Promise me.

- I could never be angry with you.

- Not with me, with your brother.

- What?

- He told me that he loved me last night.

- Well...

- You promised.

We can't let him

marry Betty.

Great.

What you do now is tell Betty

what you just told me.

Right.

You're right.

Yeah.

It's just that

it's so hurtful.

A-And you...

I'm really sorry.

I know, I know, I know.

Liz.

Do you feel anything

for Art?

No.

How did things

get so screwed up?

I gotta get these

checked.

I saw Art last night...

and he said some things

that made it clear...

that he's not ready for the kind

of commitment that you deserve.

Well, I think he is.

He said he's had feelings for

me since the day he met me.

No offense, Lizzie, but your record

with men is really not all that great.

You've never known how to read them

and you still don't.

He said... he loved me.

Well, I'm sure

that he does.

He kissed me.

There.

I kissed you too.

But that doesn't mean

that I'm in love with you.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- Art?

- Yes, Manny, yes.

I'm glad you could make it. One more

Dodge and we can have a used car lot.

You knew Ernest Hemingway

personally?

- Hi.

- Yes. We played golf together.

- Uh, see you later, huh?

- Hemingway never hit the front lines...

until the only people aiming at him

were the photographers.

I mean no.

So, my dear, just relax

and follow your instincts.

Fly in the sky, free like a bird.

What have you done?

Don't you know that it's bad luck

to see the bride before the wedding?

Um... I'm sorry.

We're not gonna have

bad luck, are we?

Hmm?

'Cause I just want

everybody to be happy.

So, you must be

the famous Art.

Dr. Huffeyer,

I presume.

Huffeyer. A pleasure.

Yes. Right.

Betty talks about you

all the time.

I have to admit I'm even

just a little bit jealous.

What you have achieved in a very short time

I haven't come close to in years of treatment.

What a beautiful ring.

Where did you find it?

You're not going to believe this,

but it fell from heaven.

Ah. Does it say "Love you, Huffy"

on the inside?

It's... It's...

It's my ring.

- I need it.

- Sorry... Sorry, Doctor.

See you later, eh?

Are you really going to

go through with this?

Any reason I shouldn't?

- Bart's looking for you everywhere.

- Is he?

- He wants to talk to you.

- He told you that?

Yes. Now stay here.

It's incredibly important.

- He told you that too?

- Yes.

I'm gonna go get him. You

just wait here. Don't move.

Did you tell Betty

about last night?

You... Ohh.

Ohh!

Grow up!

- Hello?

- Maria.

- Um, get me Dr. Huffeyer.

- I'll check the garden, miss. Hold on one second.

Bart. Bart, I've been looking

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