You and Judith were meant for each other.
What could possibly come between you?
My sister.
You got a sister?
You know what, Herb? Judith can relax.
I'm going to check into a hotel.
Myra, no, you don't have to do that.
Yes, she does.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait-- you don't have to stay at a hotel.
I've got plenty of room at my place.
Yeah, I'll bet you do.
No strings attached.
Why can't I sleep in my bed?
Aunt Myra's not there.
I'm sure she will be.
She's probably just getting something in the kitchen.
(bed springs squeaking ryhthmically)
That's not the kitchen.
* Men... *
Thinking of chewing your arm off?
What? No, no, no, why would I do that?
I don't know, maybe because you're not horny anymore
and you just remembered I'm staying through the weekend.
You got all that from the twitching of my shoulder muscles?
I have those muscles too, Charlie.
Okay, good to know.
Well, to be honest, I did have a momentary panic reflex,
but it passed and I'm actually happy you're here.
You sound surprised.
Surprised doesn't begin to cover it.
Normally, at this point in a relationship,
I'm busy plotting the appropriate exit strategy.
For example?
Well, that would depend on whether I'm trying
to get rid of them just for today or forever.
Let's say today.
Okay, today, I have to see my dermatologist
about a little rash.
Oh, that's good.
All right, what about forever?
Turns out it wasn't a rash--
and they won't let me come home.
Impressive.
Thank you.
I'm kind of a savant.
Well, it looks like you're good at two things.
What's the other one?
Oh, right.
The piano.
* Men, men, men, men, manly men, men, men *
* Ah. * Men. * Men.
Okay, I just checked--
no one slept in my bed all night.
It's none of your business who slept where.
Excuse me, but if who sleeps in my bed
is not my business, then what is?
Let it go, Goldilocks.
Morning.
And how many times do you have to get up to go pee?
I wasn't counting.
I was-- four.
Okay, one of those was to get a glass of water.
Well, there's your problem.
Stop topping off the tank.
What's going on?
I had to sleep in Dad's room last night,
'cause Uncle Charlie invited Aunt Myra to stay in my room, but it turns out...
Got it.
Well, do you think it's fair?
Nothing about your Uncle Charlie's life is fair, kid.
Hurry up and finish your breakfast.
We've got to get you fitted for a tux.
Why do I have to wear a tuxedo?
Because your mother's getting married
and you're in the wedding party.
Why do I have to be in the wedding party?
Because your mother still thinks you're cute.
Morning.
Everybody get a good night's sleep?
No. No.
Say, Charlie, where's this houseguest I'm hearing about?
Uh, gee, I guess she's probably still asleep in Jake's room.
Oh, please, you are such a liar.
What?
Forget it, Charlie, we know.
You do?
ALL: We do.
Okay, well, I got a good night's sleep.
Probably because Aunt Myra doesn't pee a lot.
Can I talk to you in private?
Come on, it's no big deal.
I was in the middle of flossing
and suddenly, there she is, sitting on my bed...
Uh-uh-uh-uh.
He doesn't need to hear this.
Fine.
Like I didn't hear enough last night.
Okay, uh, let me just start
by saying I applaud the, uh... the gusto
with which you approach life.
Thank you.
Um, that being said, uh...
are you, um, out of your frickin' mind?!
Beg pardon?
You just could not control yourself.
A female's in the house-- she must be mounted.
No, it's not like that at all.
And why do you even care?
Why?! You ask me why?!
Never mind, unimportant.
I will tell you why.
Because every time you rut with any woman
even remotely connected to my life,
I end up suffering.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
Ridiculous you say?
All right, all right, let's look at the record.
Um, you slept with Judith's sister...
Well, yeah, but...
...at my wedding reception!
All right, poor timing.
You had more sex on my wedding day than I did.
That part's not my fault.
Okay, okay.
Let's jump ahead.
Uh, when Judith was divorcing me,
who seduced and then abandoned my lawyer,
causing her to take revenge on me?
Hold on, that chick was nuts.
I lost everything.
Well, to be fair, you didn't have that much to begin with.
And now...
that Judith is finally getting remarried,
and I can see the light at the end of the alimony tunnel,
you decide, "Hey, why don't I start humping
her new sister-in-law?"
That is not how it happened.
I don't care how it happened.
I only care how it's going to end.
And it's going to end badly for me.
How?
Explain how.
I don't know yet.
That's always part of the fun.
Trying to guess how your penis is going to bite me in the ass.
Alan, you got to believe me here.
This is different. I really like Myra.
Oh, you like all of them.
And then you don't.
What's going to happen when you get tired of this poor girl...?
Morning.
Boy, I slept great.
Jake's bed is really comfortable.
Don't bother. He knows.
Oh. Boy, I slept great.
Charlie's a terrific lover.
Oh, this one's going to be bad.
I don't understand why I can't have the blue tuxedo.
Because you're going to your mother's wedding,
not hosting a game show on Telemundo.
(Spanish accent): This from a grown man wearing a green polo shirt.
Look, all the other men are going to be wearing black tuxedos.
If all the other men were jumping off a bridge
would you want me to do that, too?
If it would keep your mother off my back, yes.
I'll get the jacket.
Thank you.
Listen, this is a very big day for your mother.
It's important that you cooperate
and make her proud of you.
I'm her son-- she has to be proud of me.
You think so, huh?
Have you met my mother?
Oh, yeah.
Let me explain something to you.
A woman's wedding day is something she will remember for the rest of her life.
So if you screw it up,
she will never forgive you.
Even if it were your brother's fault and that there was nothing
you could do to prevent it short of having him fixed.
Don't worry, Dad, it will be fine.
Thank you.
I don't have a brother.
Okay, we haven't really talked about what all this means.
What what means?
All the big changes that are happening.
It's just a couple of hairs, Dad.
It's not that big a deal.
Not-Not those changes, but...
the wedding, I mean, you're going to have a stepdad in your life.
So?
So, is there anything you want to talk about?
Do you have any questions?
Just one.
Yeah, buddy?
Why can't I wear the blue tuxedo?
* Men... *
Jake, your dinner's getting cold.
So, what did you guys do today?
We went on the Universal Studios tour
and then Charlie took me to the Hollywood Wax Museum.
You're kidding! I thought you hated that touristy stuff.
What gave you that idea?
Well, whenever I ask you to go someplace like that,
you say, "I hate that touristy stuff."
Well, this is different.
How? I enjoy her company.
And it's my first trip to L.A.,
so I want to do all the traditional stuff.
Tomorrow, we're going to sit in rush hour traffic
and give other drivers the finger.
Good evening.
Why are you wearing that?
You said I looked great in it.
You do, but I don't want you messing it up
before your mom's wedding.
I won't mess it up.
Oh, come on, Alan, you've got to admit
he lends a bit of class to the place.
Thank you, my good man.
Hey, speaking of the wedding,
Charlie, I have a favor I'd like to ask. Sure.
Well, I have to be there, and I was just thinking
that the only way it is going to be any fun,
is if you come with me.
(choking)
You want me to be your date at Judith's wedding?
(loud gagging)
Yeah.
We'll have some laughs-- what do you say?
(hissing)
(clearing throat)
I'm laughing already.
Uh-oh.
* Men... *
You tell Judith if she wants me to be a bridesmaid
and wear that brown satin turd of a dress,
then I am entitled to bring whoever I want as a date,
and I want Charlie!
Okay, bye.
See? No problem.
(phone ringing)
(ringing continues)
Okay.
Hi, Judith.
Problem.
Here's your suit.
Thanks, Berta.
The dry cleaners found $46 and a condom in the breast pocket.
Here's the condom.
Again, thanks.
Can I give you some free advice?
Free? I'm already down $46.
What is it you always say about going to a wedding
with a woman you're sleeping with?
This is different, Berta.
You say-- and I quote--
"Better I should light myself on fire and run through a meth lab."
Oh, that's just a figure of speech.
Come on, Charlie, what are you doing with this girl?
What do you mean? I mean, she's a nice kid.
You're gonna break her heart. You don't know that.
I know you.
Myra's not one of your Handi Wipes in high heels
that you can just throw out after you... wipe your handi.
Yeah? Well, you don't know what you're talking about,
because this relationship is not based on sex.
Not based on sex?
Well, unless she sweats bourbon and farts hundred-dollar bills,
what exactly is gonna keep you together?
JAKE: Oh, crap.
No, Judith, you listen to me.
If Myra wants to bring Charlie to the wedding,
then that's her business.
N-No. No, I will not intervene,
and you're just gonna have to live with it. Good-bye!
I changed my mind.
I'm not going to the wedding.
Ooh, thank God!
Judith, great news.
I talked him out of it.
Hey. Hey.
Whatcha doing?
Grading tests.
10th grade economics? Uh-huh.
Ask me a question.
Okay. "The functions and implications
of monetary policy..."
Never mind.
You sure? I grade on a curve.
That's all right; I'm stupid on a straight line.
Listen, um...
about the wedding, uh...
I don't... I don't think I should go.
Okay.
I'm just concerned
that-that maybe we should slow things down a bit.
What things?
You know... things.
I mean... you don't know me that well, and...
I'm afraid that I might hurt you without meaning to.
Don't worry about it.
Okay, good. I won't.
Exactly what is it I'm not worrying about?
Hurting me.
Right.
And why am I not worrying about that?
I'm a big girl, Charlie.
Some might even say a woman.
I want to go to the wedding with you.
Don't worry about Jake-- I'll get him there in plenty of time.
Well, you are very welcome.
Best of luck to you and her. Bye-bye.
I'm going to the wedding.
* Men... *
What is this, candle wax?
How do you get candle wax on the seat of your pants?
I don't know. You don't know?
Okay, I might've lit a couple of farts.
I'm ready. Myra's ready. Is he ready?
Does he look ready?
Well,
he's not wearing any pants.
That's ready for some things.
Just go ahead. I'll get him there.
Okay.
What is that?
Pudding.
* Men... *
You know what?
I just realized something.
I am two for two at Judith's weddings.
What a coincidence-- I'm two for two at Herb's weddings.
Oh. Okay.
What about funerals?
Can you beat a three-way in a hearse.
No.
You have to think about it?
It's a gray area.
Where have you been?
I've been looking all over for you.
We were having sex in the coatroom.
Ha-ha. Good one.
Listen, one of my groomsmen
got food poisoning, so you're gonna have
to walk down the aisle with Uncle Fred.
Uncle Fred?
Is that the only man left?
Well, there's cousin Trudy.
She's pre-op, but she's wearing a very nice tux.
Why can't I just walk down the aisle with Charlie? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, I'm just an innocent bystander at this shindig.
Oh, come on, picture the look on Judith's face
when she sees you at the altar.
I'm in.
Oh, God.
(whispers): Herb. Herb.
Oh, hi. Hey, thanks for bringing him down.
Well, you look very handsome, Jake.
I know. It's the tux.
Okay, well, uh, congratulations.
I wish you both a lot of happiness.
Oh, thanks, Al.
Don't make the same mistakes I did.
I won't-- she wrote them down for me.
Good. All right, buddy, uh, have some fun. Okay.
Oh. Remember, that tux is a rental.
Excuse me.
Are you Judith's ex-husband?
Uh, yeah, yeah, I was just dropping off our son.
I'm sorry, do I know you?
Oh, no, not really, it's...
Herb and I were engaged before he met Judith, so...
And you're coming to his wedding?
Yeah, well, we're still friends.
Oh. Well, how very... California of you.
Well, I wish him the best.
Mm.
I have to tell you, though, based on first impressions,
I'm not sure that Judith is trading up.
Oh. Thank you. (laughs)
Uh, and having just met you, I feel safe in saying
that Herb's not getting an upgrade, either.
(laughs)
(organ playing)
Oh, man!
Nice dress.
Bite me.
Okay. Meet me in the coatroom. (laughs)
Listen, after the reception, can you take me to the airport?
You're flying home tonight?
Yeah.
I thought we had something going here.
We did, and now I'm going home.
Okay. Maybe I can come visit you sometime.
Ooh, I don't think my boyfriend would like that very much.
Your boyfriend?
He's more like a fiancé.
You're getting married?!
(organ playing "Wedding March")
(whispers): Why didn't you tell me you were engaged?
I thought it would be awkward.
(loudly): Awkward?!
MINISTER: You may be seated.
Mm, ow. We-we really shouldn't be doing this.
Why not? They broke our hearts.
Uh, yeah, but I'm kind of over it.
I'm not.
Mm, mm, uh, hang on, hang on.
Maybe we could go out for coffee first.
Or-or a movie.
Alan, this is gonna happen with you or without you.
With me or...?
How does that work?
The institution of marriage is not one to enter lightly,
so we pause at this time to consider the depth
of that commitment.
(loud clattering) WOMAN: Oh, Alan Harper, you animal!
(clattering continues) I can't believe Judith let you go!
Oh, God! Alan Harper! Oh, God!
Oh, don't stop, Alan Harper!
Please don't stop!
Oh, Alan Harper, I feel like a woman again!
I'm Alan Harper, and I'm not having sex!
* Men... *
Hey.
How was the reception?
Kind of a letdown after the ceremony.
But you'll be happy to know your little outburst
is already on YouTube.
Damn camera phones.
Boy, is Mom mad at you.
Yeah.
Well, she might as well start her second marriage
the same way as the first.
(clears throat): So...
drinking in the dark, eh?
It wasn't dark when I started.
Did you get Myra to the airport?
Yep.
And you know what?
I'll never see her again.
I was just a meaningless fling to that girl.
(groans softly)
I'll bet this is that whole karma thing people talk about.
Could be.
(sighs)
You know that feeling you get when...
somebody's gone from your life, and you...
you suddenly realize that you miss them?
Yeah.
I don't care for it.
Hey, you know what always cheers me up?
Pigs in a blanket.