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for you everywhere.

Betty won't listen to me.

You have to convince Art to call it off.

- Right.

- No, no, this way. This way.

Bye.

So what is the big deal?

What do you want me to do?

- Hold up the ceremony?

- I won't let him make my sister unhappy.

Is that

the only reason?

Okay.

I-I'm gonna look for him

right now.

He's waiting for you.

Here?

Mmm. Mmm.

Art?

Art.

Look, man.

You can't do this to Betty.

You've got to call it off.

You amaze me.

You just show up after four years,

and right away you launch into sermons?

- Geez, Bart!

- Art?

- Sermon, my ass.

- Bart?

You are about to make the all-time

biggest possible mistake, and you know it.

And look at me when I am talking to you! You

are going to make Betty totally miserable.

Everything is

so damned simple for you.

Look, in two days,

you've got everything...

everything

I've always wanted.

Your problem is, you've never

known what you've wanted.

Hello!

Maybe I don't know

what I want...

but at least I don't run away

every time there is a problem!

Did he think

he could pull this off?

Does your brother think I'm

brain-dead? Shut up! Don't answer that!

I could change my mind

and croak you right here!

Gene. Listen good.

I mean, Bart is right.

You are the one who is in love with

Betty, and you're telling me to marry her?

- It doesn't make any sense.

- When was the last time things made any sense?

What you want, what I want,

isn't worth squat.

The only thing that matters here

is what Betty wants...

And what she wants is you.

And so help me God, she's going

to get you, probably not for long.

See, guys like you, you come and go.

You're just a temp!

But I'm forever...

because I...

I really love her.

So now, pal...

You and I got a date

with fate...

- All right.

- At the altar.

Are you ready, dear?

"Wedding March"]

- [Guests Murmuring]

She looks gorgeous.

Cheer up, dear boy.

It's a wedding, not an execution.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here...

before our Lord God

and this company...

to unite this man

and this woman...

in the bonds

ofholy matrimony...

to join this couple

together...

until... death.

Seeing some of those present...

Lord, you must

be thinking...

"I've seen these faces

somewhere before."

Let us remember...

the solemnity

of this ceremony.

Listen to my questions...

and give thought

to all of your answers.

If anyone knows any reason...

these two people should not

bejoined in marriage...

speak now, or forever

hold your peace.

I do.

No, dear. Remember?

- That comes later.

- No.

You pig!

You worthless, selfish

son of a b*tch!

- You only think of yourself!

All the time!

You may be rich,

but you're a creep, and I love you!

I do love you.

No, Hopper. Not now.

You son of a b*tch.

What would Freud

have made of this?

I couldn't leave

without saying good-bye.

Uh, I've gotta

go back to Italy.

Responsibilities.

I have kids.

Three boys.

Three?

Yeah.

Three little bambinos.

Luigi and Paolo

and, and...

- Gi...

- Giuseppe?

- Giulio.

- Giulio.

Is there a wife?

Hate the woman.

I haven't spoken to her for years.

The boys live with their grandma.

But yesterday the old lady

fell down the stairs and...

Dead?

Paralyzed...

from the neck down.

Well...

good-bye.

I'm sorry.

Give my love to Art.

He's not good enough

for you.

Neither am I.

Good-bye, Liz.

Good-bye...

Art.

All right, now!

Yea!

You really should...

See you around.

- Okay. See you, see you. How are you doing?

- Fine.

I love the show. Bye.

Well, uh...

congratulations.

The gallery's gonna do much better

with you running it.

- Well, I think I have a better eye for talent.

- You're referring to me?

But there's one client I think you

should handle personally.

There is only

one true work of art...

in this whole room...

you.

See you later, kids.

Hello.

Hello.

I've been told this painting's

not for sale.

It already has an owner.

I don't think she,

she cares about it anymore.

I knew the artist.

I doubt it.

You and him don't move

in the same circles.

Maybe I'm talking

to the wrong person.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

The first time I set eyes on

you, everything else faded away.

I mean, from that moment on,

for me there was only you.

Only me?

You mean my sister first

and then me.

- You had a pretty good deal there, admit it.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Do you honestly think I was having fun?

I mean, think about it.

- Why did you lie to me?

- Because you never gave me a chance.

Because I couldn't stand being rejected

and then seeing you fall in love with Bart.

- You are Bart!

- No, Bart doesn't exist!

All right.

You miss Bart?

I'll stop being Art,

and I'll be Bart.

You really are a brick short,

aren't you?

From the moment I met you.

Art already told me that.

Or was that Bart?

Just tell me,

who do you want me to be?

So was that

Art or Bart?

Just me.

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