Wedgerino Page #7

- Okay, break it up.

- Boo!

- This doesn't mean all is forgiven.

I'm still upset.

- I need you to be the

bigger man here, Larry.

I need you to forgive and forget.

- I can forgive and I can forget,

but I can't forgive and forget.

- That's not fair.

I apologized.

And if we truly are best

friends, that should be enough.

- Now, we're even.

- Now, we're even.

- This is a massacre.

The referee's gonna

have to call the fight.

- Finish him!

- A bop on the shoulder from Larry

and that is the first time

Carl has ever been wounded.

And a surprise second wind from Larry.

- Yeah!

- Keep your hands up.

- Now, that's

what I call a low blow.

A furious exchange between

these two pounding pummelers.

Ladies and gentleman, pure

anarchy has erupted here tonight.

Forget about coaching, folks.

Forget about technique.

This is a street brawl.

Larry and Carl are beating

the living daylights out of each other,

as if there's no tomorrow.

And you know what, maybe there isn't.

As the old saying goes,

"just because the sun rose

yesterday morning, doesn't me..."

Uh oh.

- He's dead.

- I'm not dead, you idiot!

- Dominic?

Dominic.

Dominic.

- Come on in.

- Your cut from the fight.

- Oh, it's just a few scrapes.

- Is Carl around?

- He's at the park with the girls.

I'm sorry for your loss, Johnny.

- His last words were,

"I'm not dead, you idiot."

- Why don't you have a seat?

- I owe you an apology, Larry.

When I set up the undercard for the fight,

I was really mad about

the date with Nicole.

- If you'll recall,

Carl only said you two

might potentially get along.

- Yeah, but I was still mad

and I think I wanted to

break up your friendship.

- I was out for revenge

and revenge is never the right move.

And the worst thing about it

is that I really would

like to be best friends

with both of you.

What do you say, Larry?

- That'd be beige.

That'd be real beige.

- I should go.

I need to finish clearing

out my brother's stuff.

- Or we could go meet

everybody at the park.

Now I know

What's on my way

You made my world

The perfect place

- Hey guys.

- Hi Johnny.

How are you?

- I'm starting to feel

a little better, thanks.

- Oh, yeah!

- 'Sa!

- Hey Johnny.

- Hey.

- She seems nice.

- What're you doing here, Johnny?

- Just hanging out with some friends.

What're you doing here?

- I'm taking a break with a few coworkers.

I work catering on weekends.

- What about the weekdays?

What do you do then?

- I'm studying Chinese medicine.

- Oh, that's funny 'cause

"Lisa" is an anagram from "ails."

Like, the cure for what ails you.

- Thanks.

Maybe we should hang

out sometime on purpose.

- I should tell you,

I just got out of an intense relationship.

- That's okay, Johnny.

We can take it slow.

- You two sure did jam

in that boxing ring.

- I love jam.

- I know you do, Larry.

- He also loves pizza, which I also love.

Too bad it's impossible

to get a pizza in a park.

- Define impossible.

- You mind if I take a peek inside?

Larry, get in here.

How about we pair this pizza

with some Vino.

- But we can't drink any alcohol.

- Why not?

- Because we're both pregnant.

- Five second rule.

What did we miss?

- Carl, you're my best friend

and I'd like you to be

my child's godfather.

- And you're my best friend

and I'd like you to be

my child's godfather.

- I just said that.

- I'm not finished, Larry.

Much like you and I are

number one best friends,

our children will be

number one best friends

and their children will be

number one best friends.

And so on and so forth forever, always,

until the end of time.

- Why are you crying, Johnny?

- Because I'm so happy.

- Why would you cry if you're happy?

Now that it's over

You can sleep the whole night through

Wake up and do what's good for you

Work until you can't remember

Everything that bothers you

That I do

And when the summer rain

Comes down

You'll try to keep it from the ground

I don't doubt that you were right

Every time we had a fight

Over whether I need therapy

But you keep everything to yourself

You don't share with no one else

And it's killing me

When the summer rain

Comes down

You'll try to gather up the sound

So now it's over

We can finally get some rest

After all this work

And I'll wish you sweeter dreams

Than you ever had with me

Next to you

But I won't say it wasn't worth it

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