I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
I have run, I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
Fisher, pick up. Fisher, it's me. Fisher, pick up!
I'm late. Come on, come on. I need to bounce some ideas off you.
Mine are all boring. Done it, been there.
- Hey, Ike! - When are you guys gonna stop wakin' me up every morning?
When your column stops putting me to sleep.
- Oh, funny, funny. - Yo, Jonah!
Fisher, come on! Are you really not there?
All right. Cool. I'll talk to you later.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Uh, f... you know, I'm thinking of doing an article about limousines.
What do you think about people who've never been in one?
I'm sorry. I don't know people like that.
Lex, I just need someone to bounce some ideas off of and get the juices flowing.
And I got one hour, 27 minutes, 52 seconds.
Hey, Ike, when are you gonna put me in the column?
- When your T-shirts stop shrinking. - It shrinks?
- Funny. Funny. - Oh, forget it.
He's kidding. He's just kidding. Here, give me five dollars.
- Here, give me two dollars. - No way.
Folks, I got nice shirts here. Look. "I love everybody. You're next."
Oh, I promise you my love won't be easy
I promise you there'll be times apart
So what's in store for us in tomorrow's column?
I don't know yet.
I'm, uh, kind of a last-minute man. I, uh...
You know, until an hour or two before deadline, I don't get any ideas.
So you get your ideas for your column from life?
Start up a conversation with a woman in a bar...
attack her dart-playing and try to get a rise out of her...
while you contemplate whether or not she's worth hitting on?
No, no, I can't hit on you till I get an idea.
- Oh, that's flattering. - No! No, you don't understand.
I understand. See, my not responding to you baiting me...
will inspire one of those bitter diatribes you like to write about women.
I don't write bitter diatribes about women.
- Ohh. Ohh. - Very often.
- I could. - Only when the ideas aren't flowing, huh?
It's so nice to meet you, one-minute man.
- It's "last-minute" man. - Whatever.
Wanna hear somethin' funny? For a good-lookin' guy, you strike out a lot.
Have you noticed that?
- I bet it's your ex-wife. - Excuse me.
- Yeah? - I've seen much worse. - Oh, hey, Ellie!
No, Ike's not here.
- I say, I've seen much worse. - All right.
- I'll tell him when he comes in. - Excuse me?
The brush-off.
I've witnessed far more treacherous...
and nefarious exits than that.
At least she castigated you in private.
Not as private as I thought. Kevin, you got some napkins there?
- Wiping or writing? - I'll let you know.
They love you, they hate you.
They're hot, they're cold, they're high, they're low.
They're up, they're down. You know, this is really fun making a list with you.
- But I do have a column to write here. - Ike.
But you have yet to find a really superb idea!
Th-Th-There's a girl from my hometown that you could write about.
Excuse me, but we don't need any ideas.
She likes to dump grooms right at the altar.
They call her "The Runaway Bride."
Yeah, sh-she's performed the travesty seven or eight times.
Turns around, runs like hell, bolts.
Adios. Plows down the aisle, knocking old ladies out of her way like...
like the running of the bulls in Pamplona.
And guess what? She's got the next victim all lined up.
She's-She's turning another body on the spit.
Okay, Italics, here we go!
Today is a day of profound introspection.
I have been accused of using this column...
to direct bitter diatribes at the opposite sex.
This uncomfortable accusation...
has plunged me into at least 15 minutes...
of serious reflection, from which I have emerged...
with the conclusion that, yes, I traffic in female stereotypes.
"But how can one blame me when every time I step out my front door...
I meet fresh proof that the female archetypes are alive and well...
the mother, the virgin, the whore, the crone.
They're elbowing you in the subway, stealing your cabs...
and overwhelming you with perfume in elevators."
"But perhaps in fairness to the fairer sex, I do need to broaden my horizon...
and add some new goddesses to the pantheon."
"I would like to nominate for deity the cheerleader...
ah, the cheerleader, the coed and the man-eater...
the last of which concerns me most today."
"In ancient Greece, this fearsome female was known as Erinnyes, the devouring death goddess.
In India, she is Kali, who likes to devour her boyfriend Shiva's entrails...
while her yoni devours his 'dot, dot, dot, never mind.'
In Indonesia, the bloody-jawed man-eater is called Ragma."
You notice these are all countries without cable.
"And in Hale, Maryland...
where she helps run the family hardware store...
she's known as Miss Maggie Carpenter...
a.k.a., the Runaway Bride."
"What is unusual about Miss Carpenter...
is that she likes to dress her men up as grooms before she devours them."
One antique hot-water handle with the "hot" still on it.
Guaranteed to fit any American Standard cast-iron tub...
with a four-inch center mount made between 1924 and 1938.
In other words, Mr. Paxton...
I think you are out of the doghouse with Mrs. Paxton.
- Alleluia. - I'll see you later. I'll put it on your charge.
You know, there's a possibility she hasn't seen this yet.
I mean, maybe she just hasn't picked up a paper. You know what I mean?
- Or not. - Uh, Maggie.
Earl, you don't need an air conditioner. You need an attic fan.
There's more in the back, huh? Hey.
- What? - So, Mag, you've seen this, huh?
Yes, I've seen it.
And it is the rudest, most offensive...
joke anyone has ever played on me.
You guys! How long did this take you? Where did you get it done?
You're both creeps, by the way. I should dis-invite you.
Maggie, you told us no bachelorette jokes, so we didn't.
Holy moley.
- Bag. - She's going. - Bag! - She's gonna go!
Here's the bag. Breathe!
Ready, ready, ready, ready Ready to run
All I'm ready to do is have some fun
What's all this talk about
Love
And on the local front, our town of Hale, Maryland...
is still buzzing about the less-than-flattering article...
about their native daughter, Maggie Carpenter.
Her bridal exploits were taken to task by New York columnist Ike Graham in USA Today.
Mr. Graham called her...
Dear Editor, greetings from the sticks.
Perhaps you believe that a rural education is focused...
mainly on hog-calling and tractor maintenance rather than reading.
Why else would you print a piece of fiction about me and call it fact?
I suppose Mr. Graham was too busy thinking up slanderous statements...
about how I dump men for kicks to bother with something silly like accuracy in reporting...
which is understandable because with a man-eater like me on the loose...
who has time to check facts?
- Hey, Frances. Lunch today? - No, I'm going to the bank.
- Sure? - Sorry, Ike.
- All right. Hey. - Hey.
- I'm gonna put in a good word for you. - No, that's okay. Don't mention my name in there.
That's why I was surprised to find Mr. Graham's editor was a woman.
Call me a sentimental fool, but I sort of hoped we man-eaters could stick together.
"Anyway, I'm just dropping you big city folk this little note to say...
that I have thought of a ritual sacrifice that would satisfy my current appetite...
Ike Graham's column on a platter.
Yours Truly, Maggie Carpenter.
P.S., I have enclosed a list of the gross factual misrepresentations in your article.
There are 15."
Funny. I like her. She's got spunk.
Ike, look, she sent us this list.
Our lawyers say it's actionable.
I left you four messages. You don't return my calls.
So? I never returned your calls. Even when we were married, I didn't return your...
What's Fisher doing here, anyway?
Oh, Ellie asked me to come down to offer moral support.
Since when does Ellie need moral support?
It's for you, Ike.
- What? What? - Journalism lesson number one:
If you fabricate your facts, you get fired.
Lesson number two: Never work for your former spouse.
That has nothing to do with it.
- You cooked this story up, and you know it! - I did not cook anything up!
- I had a source. - Someone reliable? Some booze hound in a bar?
Hey, hey, hey. Don't knock drunk guys in bars. It means they're not driving.
Besides, I am a columnist. This is what columnists are supposed to do.
It's what you like. We push; we stretch; we, we go out on a limb.
- That's what makes me good. - No, that's what makes you unemployed.
All right, let's consider that, that my wrist has been slapped.
All right? There. Slap. Slap. Go ahead. Just...
Slap my wrist. That's done.
Just give me a call when, you know, you feel that I have served my time and...
move on.
This is permanent, Ike.
If you go quietly, I'll get you severance pay.
I'm sorry, Ike.
- Bob? Honey? - In the kitchen!
Honey, she canned him! Honey!
Bob, she canned him!
- Yea! What are you talking about? - Okay, listen, listen!
- It's in the paper! - Okay, come on. Try this on first.
- Okay. - All right. - But I want to read it to you, so come over this way.
- Okay. - Okay. Ready? - Yeah.
"Dear Maggie Carpenter, I apologize to you for this unfortunate matter..."
Here it is. Um, "Ike Graham's column...
will no longer be appearing in this paper.
Best of luck in your upcoming marriage."
Okay, okay. This is the weight of the pack you'll be carrying in the Himalayas.
- Okay. - You let me know if it's too heavy. - Okay.
- We'll adjust... - A little, yeah.
Yeah, a little heavy, baby.
Yeah, hi, it's me. Leave a message after the beep.
If you want to leave a fax, buy me a fax machine.
Ike? Fisher. Get up.
I can turn this runaway bride story around.
I'm doing a photo spread for G.Q. today by the conveyor belt.
Meet me. I'll save your tush.
And since I do freelance stuff for G.Q., now I have an idea. You see...
- What are you saying? - Vindication. How would you like some?
A chance to prove that although your story wasn't entirely factual...
your theory was correct.
- The real story of Miss Carpenter? - All the gory details.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
And if she runs again, you got a cover story.
Oh-oh, here she comes
Watch out, boy She'll chew you up
Oh-oh, here she comes
She's a man-eater
Oh-oh, here she comes
Watch out, boy She'll chew you up
Oh-oh, here she comes
She's a man-eater
She'll only come out at night
The lean and hungry type
Nothing is new I've seen her here before
Watching and waiting
Ooh, she's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
I wouldn't if I were you
I know what she can do She's deadly, man
She could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter
Ooh, the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart
There you go. Right upstairs to the left.
- Thanks. How late's the restaurant open? - 8:30 every night.
That late, huh?
Cindy, can you 86 Sprout?
He's licking up all the petroleum distillates I'm trying to put in.
Oh, sorry. She's an obedience school dropout.
Have a seat?
Thank you. See ya, ladies and gentlemen, in the hotel on the weekend.
- Yeah. - Come on, Dad. Hurry up.
Dad, hurry up!
You're a goddess. You're a goddess!
Shazam, I think I'm in Mayberry.
I didn't even have to change the gasket. I just put in some new hydraulic fluid.
Stop it. When you talk like that, it turns me on and frightens me.
- Oh, you turn a girl's head. - Whoa!
Excuse me. Hello?
Hello. Excuse me. Uh, could you he... I'm, I'm looking for Maggie Carpenter.
There was a, uh, a-a note on the door of the hardware store across the street.
- Are you a reporter? - What?
It's just been our experience that anyone...
who comes in here with tassels on his loafers...
is a big-city reporter wanting to do an interview with Maggie.
Mm-hmm. About her upcoming wedding and all.
Actually, about her getting that asshole from New York fired.
I am just such a reporter. And who are you?
- Peggy Flemming. Not the ice-skater. - Oh.
- Come in, come in, come in. - Oh, thank you. And who are these lovely ladies?
- Hi. I'm Cindy, Maggie's unmarried cousin. - Hello.
Mrs. Pressman. No relation. Oh, sorry.
- Uh-huh. - And you are?
Looking for Maggie.
Maggie, someone to see you.
I hope you've got a new angle, because it's all pretty much been covered.
Hold on. No one interviews Maggie in here without a haircut.
Sorry. No. Just got one.
Excuse me, sir. I have a fact for you. It's an actual fact.
Yes, Mrs. Pressman?
You know, this is actually her fourth wedding, not her seventh like they said.
I know. But tell me something. Do you think...
Think she's gonna make it all the way this time?
I don't know.
She swallowed her gum. She does that.
Mr. Shillian, he runs the newsstand. He's also our local bookie, you know?
- Ah, yes, yes. - He's giving eight-to-one odds that she won't.
- Okay. - Instead of, of a haircut, how about a wash?
Get all that city grit out of your hair.
- You'll answer my questions? - Mm-hmm.
Fine. You wash, I'll ask.
- So. - I thought it was a very good idea. - What do you want to know?
- Uh, when's the big day? - A week from Sunday.
Let's just put this, um, up here like this.
- Because this aromatherapy can get a little strong. - Okay. All right.
- The lavender... We don't want to put you to sleep. - Mmm. You nervous?
No. I've never been more certain of anything in my life...
except I've been having all kinds of weird dreams.
- Uh-huh. Would you like to tell me about 'em? - Uh, yeah, sure.
- And another one... - Hey, Pete, I'll be right with ya.
I-I-I go inside the church, and everyone I know is there.
- And the creepiest part is I look down at my dress... - Mm-hmm.
and it's red.
I don't know what that means. Red is not my color!
What do you think?
- I think you'd look good in red. - No, no.
She means, about your hair.
My jacket, please.
Thank you.
Excuse me, sir. Do you know where I can get some shampoo?
- Some strong shampoo. - Doc's Pharmacy. Third and Elm.
- Thanks. - Uh, tell 'em Pete sent you. Uh, you want my hat?
No. No, I'm fine. You might need it.
Mr. Graham, if you're looking for Elm Street, it's that way.
- Thank you. - You know, if you came down here in the pursuit of happiness...
you might as well go back, because you can't make me feel bad.
Look, I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I'm here for vindication.
In my heart, I feel I'm right about you.
You got me fired, lady.
You destroyed my reputation, and you screwed up my hair.
You chew up men, spit 'em out and love it.
You're gonna do the same thing to this poor schmuck number four...
that you did to the previous three.
You're gonna run again, and I'm not leaving until you do.
I'd love to stay and chat, but I still have my job.
Hey, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid. Wait a minute, wait a minute.
- I'll give you ten bucks for the hat. - Sure.
That's right.
Hey.
I'm tellin' you, that is a photo opportunity.
You know, when I only see one dog, I know I've had too much to drink.
Hey, you'll never guess...
who came crawling into town with his tail between his legs.
Who? Hello, Maggie.
I just came over to apologize to your family.
You know, when I'm wrong, I'm wrong.
I pushed a story. I-I made a mistake.
In other words, he's only human. And he brought us a bottle of wine.
- They made me put my hat back on. - Yeah. Scared the hell out of Skipper.
- You've gotta be kidding me. - No, no. You should've seen Skipper. He's like...
Skipper goes...
Like that.
- It wasn't that funny. - Mm-hmm.
Well, actually it's been quite amusing. Walter here has been sharing...
his father-of-the-bride wedding memories.
You know what?
I think I'll take this to the kitchen.
I'll help you bring it into the kitchen.
- Check on the crabs, Bob. - Okay.
- Is he staying for dinner? - Well, I don't know. I mean...
I hope they don't have a fight in there. You don't think they'd call it off, do you?
Wedding cake freezes. This we know.
You know, your daughter is such a...
- Oh, I'm sorry. - No, no, no, that's all right, Grammy.
Tha-That's fine. That's fine. She's such a lovely girl.
Yeah. Well, like her mother. Look.
May she rest in peace.
We were all so proud of Maggie when she was in school.
She won that American Legion scholarship to college.
She studied industrial design.
I can't see her leaving multiple grooms in the dust like that.
Oh, yes, you can. She's got it all on tape.
- Tape? - Yeah, they're, they're all right there.
- You got tapes of the wedding? - Yeah, well, Lee at the hotel videos weddings.
- Oh. - Of course, Maggie didn't know she was gonna be runnin' the hundred-yard dash.
I gotta say this for my daughter: She makes real good time.
- Bingo! - Maggie may not be Hale's longest-running joke...
but she is certainly the fastest.
You know, Maggie's mom and I were only blessed with one child.
- Not for a lack of trying. - Oh, this is good, Dad. Don't leave anything out.
I frankly consider it a bonus...
that I'm actually able to plan and, uh, pay for so many weddings.
Not this one. This one's on me.
Ohhh, that's fair.
I don't do it on purpose, despite what you may think...
and I have no intention of doing it again.
- That's right, Maggie. Just keep your eye on the ball. - Mm-hmm.
Sports psychology.
Bob is the, um, head of the P.E. department at the high school...
and he coaches the football team, and he's climbed Everest.
- Everest? - Twice.
- This true? - Without oxygen.
- My girl, she likes to brag about me. - I do.
Maggie's training for our wedding night.
I'm taking her trekking on Anapurna for our honeymoon.
- Oh, how romantic! - We think so.
Nothing like sharing your nuptial bed with two sherpas and a yak.
Hey, Ike. How's it goin'?
You won't believe what I'm looking at here. I got a video...
of all three train wrecks.
Here's my bride who's my pride.
I'll never hide when she's by my side.
This is for you, Maggie, my sugar magnolia.
Do you want the truth? You want the facts?
I got 'em.
Yeah, I'll send you a copy of the notes.
Good weekend reading for you. Yeah, bye.
And, uh, love to Ellie. Okay, bye.
Sweet blossom Come on under the willow
We can have high times if you'll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature
Rolling in the bushes down by the riverside
She's got everything delightful
She's got everything I need
Takes the wheel when I'm seein' double
Pays my ticket when I speed
Okay, Preacher man, let's go.
- Uh-oh. - Maggie? Maggie, where, where you goin'?
- Sam! - Maggie? - Sam, quick. Get back on the bike.
- Get back on the bike. - Okay, but how was the wedding? - Shorter than we planned. Just go.
Okay. Peace, baby!
- Where is she goin'? - Look, she's leaving.
- Where's she goin'? - She forgot her purse.
No, she didn't forget her purse.
Well, go after her! Do something!
I don't believe it.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...
Uh, could we hold the horse, please?
What's wrong with the horse?
The horse seems more jittery than the bride.
I like the, uh, white tuxedo.
Yeah, but he's no good, 'cause he's too blond.
All right. Well, then, we just go with something very traditional.
- He's handsome. - Yeah.
Maybe a little too dark for Bob.
Yeah, but he's got the Bobster's eyes.
No. No, no, no. No, Bobster's eyes, closer set.
- Yeah. Hello. - Oh, hi. - Oh, hi.
- Hi. Uh, could I have two cups of coffee? - Yes.
And... Mmm! What is that wonderful smell?
Th-Th... Oh, the cinnamon rolls.
- Could I have two of those also? - Yeah, sure. - Thank you.
Okay. Uh, Maggie, I think this makes the best you.
- Okay. - Oh, let's see.
Oh, look at that. Excuse me.
Ohhh, look at that.
Oh! Ow! Ow! Help me! Help me!
Yep, that'd be her.
- You must be that Mr. Graham fellow. - Yes, I am. And you are?
- I'm Betty Trout. - Hi, Betty!
- Okay. I guess you'll be the one making the cake. - Yes.
- Yeah. - I am.
- Sure. - And, and I'm also told that... - Uh... Oh.
- that you will, you will be throwing a... - I'm throwing the luau for Maggie.
- Yeah. - A pre-wedding luau.
So if you're still in town, you should stop by.
No. No, he doesn't want to come.
I'd love to come.
- I will be there. Thank you so much. - Is that what you're gonna do now?
Are you just gonna follow me around everywhere I go?
No. I'll be back, Betty.
- Bye, Mr. Graham. - He's not a nice person.
- Oh, uh, well, I know. - That's my pick. The eyes are perfect.
We always win! We never fail!
We're the Comets, so go to Hale!
Let's go, Comets! Let's go!
- Hi, Miss Carpenter. - Hey, Kendall.
Maggie, don't marry Coach. Marry me.
- I love you. - You're jailbait, Dennis.
Go away. Go away! Run your laps! Go! Go, go!
Drive! Drive! Drive! Drive from the hips! From the hips!
Keep it low, men! Keep it low!
Good job, gentlemen! Good job. All right, special teams! Special teams!
Hey, honey. How are you?
Good. What is he up to now?
Ah, Ike just dropped by to check out the team.
- Oh. - And to talk about you. - Aw!
- Yes! - You aren't making friends with this man, are you?
Aw, honey, I'm just, I'm just bragging about...
how good you are and how I'm the luckiest man alive.
- Mm-hmm! - Sweet.
Well, I better be moving. Got a lot of work to do today.
- All right. - See you two lovebirds later. - See you at the weddin'.
Yeah. Thanks for the jacket, Coach.
- You invited him to the wedding? - Go, go, Comets! Let's go! Go, go, Comets!
- Let's go! - Don't you realize that he's writing another article about me?
Well, sure, I do, but you're not runnin'.
Come on. Give me some of that homemade sunshine.
Boys! Take my princess for a ride on her chariot.
Oh, my God! Oh, my...
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
My last confession was... Oh... Anyway.
I have sort of a technical question.
I've been having bad thoughts.
Really bad thoughts.
- Of an impure nature? - No, no. Uh...
I want to destroy this man's life, career, everything.
I want revenge.
Now, on the sin scale, how bad is that?
Can I "Hail Mary" my way out of that?
- My child, any sin in one's heart is... - The name is Maggie.
It was this side of ten years ago you had your tongue down my throat.
So don't "my child" me, Brian, okay? It annoys me.
- Look, look, Mag. Don't get so upset. - You watch it! Hey, hey!
Don't... Hey, Brian, talk to me! Brian!
- I need to talk to you! - Maggie. Maggie. Maggie. - Oh. Oh.
- You're not even Catholic, so you really shouldn't be here. - I'm-I'm sorry.
I'm just, I'm just so stressed out about this slimeball reporter being in town...
and I wanted to come and tell you that he might stop by here...
and ask you all kinds of ridiculous questions.
Well, he only actually asked me one ridiculous question, and the rest really weren't so bad.
What? Oh, you talked to him?
Oh, did you tell him that we dated before you were a priest?
Of course. But, you know, I think I only did you good.
W-W-What exactly did he ask?
- I... - Am I too late, Father? - No, no.
- It won't take long. Just two minutes. - Okay, yeah.
Um, just respectful things.
Uh, what kind of music did you like? What did we have in common back then?
Did you ruin my life when you left me at the altar?
Oh. What did you say?
I said, you know, "How could I be angry...
when this is clearly as God intended for it to be for me?"
Good one! Thanks.
But actually it's-it's really, really how I feel.
Of course. God, yes. Not God.
Uh, I'm sorry. I better go.
The man is a lunatic, but I think I know exactly where he's going next.
God bless.
Oh, my purse. I forgot my purse.
Um, hi. Thanks. Sorry.
Purse. Good luck.
Uh, what was the one ridiculous question that he asked?
Oh, he wanted to know how you liked your eggs?
Oh. Weird. Like a person's gonna remember after all this time.
Scrambled with salt, pepper and dill. Same as me.
I'm sorry I hurt you, Brian.
Maggie, I-I'm happy now here. It's where I'm supposed to be.
But if you ever do decide to become a Catholic...
will you do me this favor... confess to Father Patrick?
Of course.
- Gill? Lydia? - Mags!
Hey, look! The tape!
Remember, Radio City Music Hall concert...
when Jerry was on Ripple and I'm going like, "Dude, let me jam!"
- Yeah! I'll, I'll play it for you. - Uh, Gill, listen. Um...
- You remember, Maggie. You were there. - Can you focus on me?
There's this reporter who's making my life a living hell.
- Okay. - And whatever you do...
do not show him that picture of me from the concert in San Francisco.
Okay? Can you...
- What is that? - Um...
- Huh? - Wait. San Francisco. Wait.
But we went there a few times. There's a lot of pictures.
Which picture? Because one time we had a flat tire, you remember?
- Then we switched... - Imagine, Maggie Carpenter...
topless in a public arena.
I see it was a very chilly evening. Mm-hmm.
You son of a...
You know, what's really interesting about this, though, is that you can't see...
that rose tattoo on your back.
Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh, Ike bet me 50 bucks you don't still have it.
I said, "You're on, man! Maggie loved that thing."
And, Maggie, seriously, I mean, I-I could use 50 bucks.
- Mm-hmm. - Maggie.
Just...
Uh, look, I'm not gonna show you guys anything.
I-I am a soon-to-be-married woman, so just give me the photograph.
I would love to give you this. Believe me, I would.
Just give us a quick gander at that rose...
and I'll gladly turn it over to you.
Fine. Heh. Fine, okay? Fine.
Okay? All right? Satisfied?
Completely.
- Maggie, you got it removed? - Gill.
Gill, I'll go you double or nothing it was a stick-on.
Maggie?
Gill, I am, uh, really...
really afraid of needles.
- But that doesn't make me a bad person. I just... - Look.
Look. Look!
- I think this man is heartbroken. - No, he's not.
I think I am.
No, you're, you're, you're not. You have your guitar, and you have Lydia.
You're not...
We'll talk about this later, okay?
Hey, Ike?
- What would Jerry do? - He'd play.
- Jerry would play. - He would play.
Wow, there's Ike with the mayor and the police chief.
Boy, he sure makes friends easy. That's pretty cool.
- Oh, yeah! Excellent! - Yeah! All right!
- Hey, you're that reporter, right? - Yeah.
There he is again. Snoop Doggy Dogg.
- I'm going to marry Maggie someday. - Oh, really?
He's an attractive man.
The vicious reporter is attractive?
- Well... - You're saying viciousness is attractive to you?
- No, I'm not saying viciousness is attractive. - That's very telling.
- Do you think that... Oh, okay, he's coming. - Okay, I'll go...
No, no, no, no, no, no! Don't! Don't leave. Don't leave. Uh, okay, act natural.
- Okay. - Um, he can probably read lips.
Hey, the famous Swenson triplets. Give me 15. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well done.
- I will handle this. - Don't move your lips. Okay? Keep going.
- I will handle this. - Okay.
- I won't say anything. I'll handle it. - Okay. Okay, good.
Yeah, Cory!
- Hey, Peggy Flemming. - Hey.
- Not the ice-skater. - Hey, that's Maggie's seat.
Yeah, so this must be her beer too. Mmm.
- Hey! - Hey, sweetie!
- Is this your husband out here? - Yeah. - This is Cory?
Cory Flemming? Uh, he's a, uh, radio announcer here, isn't he?
Yeah, that's right. Have you heard his morning show, Wake Up With Flem?
- Not yet. - Now up, Atlantic Hotel's Lee Thistlehorn.
- He actually made the all-stars in high school. - Really?
- Yeah. - God, you must be very proud of him.
Well, I didn't really know him back then.
- I mean, he was actually dating Maggie... - Grab me a soda!
at the time. I mean...
He... He-He never really...
I mean, they were never gonna get engaged or anything.
- No, no. - I mean, he just... it was just like, you know...
sometimes he'd all her "Magpie," and it was really irritating.
- Magpie? - But it...
- I don't know why I'm telling you this. - No, i-it's good. This is good.
- He's stealing third! - Yes!
Excellent!
Yes! Yes! Whoo!
Safe!
I love it!
- Yea! - Good one! - Magpie!
- Just... - Excellent!
It's nice that, um, they're still friends.
Yeah, I mean, that was just a long time ago.
- Yeah. - And, you know, it's just...
So, excuse me.
- You all right? - Yeah. - That makes it Alumni: 9...
Hale Students: 8.
- Hey, Peggy! - Hey!
Cookies for today's game were donated by Betty Trout.
Now up for the Comets, George Hill.
You have been here, what, like three minutes? What did you do to her?
- What? - You can just turn that finger around.
- Excuse me? - Pfft, pfft! Oh, Cory, Cory, Cory!
Bam, bam, bam, bam! What is that? What is this about?
You know what? We have all been friends our entire lives.
A type of relationship that you obviously don't understand.
Look, I'm not the only one who does not understand.
The U.S.S. Maggie leaves quite a wake.
- Excuse me. - Oh, yeah!
Pot-stirrer man.
Cory Flemming to Lee Vendelhorn, to shortstop...
- John Glen. - Lee! All right!
That's cheering. I'm cheering normal.
Cheer normal.
- Good morning, Peggy! - Good morning.
Do you think I flirt with Cory?
Good morning to you too. You look good.
Thank you. Do you think I flirt with Cory?
- Yes. - I don't mean to.
I know. I think sometimes you just sort of...
spaz out with excess flirtatious energy...
and it just lands on anything male that moves.
"Anything male that moves"?
As opposed to anything male that doesn't?
Well, like certain kinds of coral.
- I'm definitely gonna have to kill myself today. - Why?
Because you think I'm all like, "Hey, man, check me out!"
No, I don't. I think you're like...
"I'm charming and mysterious in a way that even I don't understand...
and something about me is crying out for protection from a big man like you."
It's very hard to compete with, especially as...
married women who've lost our mystery.
Lost... You have... You are totally mysterious!
No. I'm weird.
Weird and mysterious are two very different things.
- I'm weird. - No. You're quirky.
Quirky and weird are two very different things.
Peggy, I think there is a distinct possibility...
that I am profoundly and irreversibly screwed up.
Despite that, I love you...
and I promise to no longer flirt with Cory.
Maggie, I'm not worried about you and Cory...
or, or, or me and Cory...
or, or you being irreversibly screwed up.
Maggie, you've been like this since we were kids...
and all I'm thinkin' is, now that you're aware of it...
and that it hurts people's feelings sometimes...
maybe it's time to get on with life and commit to someone of your own...
like Bob, if he's the one.
I know.
Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?
Well, there's always...
the thing that brings warmth to my heart...
and that is duck-billed platypus.
Uh, duck-billed... That is only funny in, like, C-Camp Birchwood on a...
- Just do it. Do it. - trip with the tent...
and my leg as the pole, and it's raining and...
- You know, that's the only time that's funny. - Let's just see.
- That's so humiliating. - Thank you.
Thank you.
Farewell, ladies
We're going to leave you now
Merrily we roll along Roll along, roll along
- Merrily we roll along - Lee. Hey, wake up! Hey!
- Hello! - Hey. Hi. Give me the key to the reporter's room.
- I'm gonna snoop around a little bit. Come on, quick. Quick. - Okay, okay.
- Second floor. - Thank you.
- Don't take anything big! - Okay.
Hopefully his favorite.
You know, my theory is that she's always running...
because she gets negative attention, and negative attention is attention.
You know, like when women whack you on the street because of your column.
- That's negative attention. - We're talking about her negative attention, not mine.
"How does she get all those guys to propose? She's not that beautiful."
Bite me, paperboy.
Oh! Hey! Hey!
- Hi, Ike. - Hey, Ralph.
You put your shoes out at night, and they're real shiny in the morning.
- Sometimes they don't bring 'em back. - Hmm, why take a chance?
Good night.
All right, I know you're in there! I saw you...
You realize you're messing with the First Amendment now.
Come on, open up.
Come on.
I think we should have a very serious discussion about why you are such a pain in the ass!
Now, come on! Open the door! All right, I'm coming in.
I'm coming through. This is your last chance. Here I come!
Here I come! Here I come!
All right. Hey!
All right. Breaking and entering. That's a felony!
- I'm calling the sheriff. - Oh, you know what? You do that.
And can you remind him that he's bringing the wine to the luau?
Save me a call. Thanks.
Hey, Ike, does your friend have a sister?
Wait for the original. She'll be available in a week.
Freeze! Oh! Hold onto those covers.
I didn't come here to see Ike, Junior.
I take it the desk clerk is one of your many admirers.
So, your notes made for, um, interesting reading.
- What's your point? - My point is, once again you're getting it all wrong.
And that's not going to improve your reputation, and it's not very flattering to me, either.
So, I decided...
that I would help you write the truth.
- Really? - Mm-hmm. Oh.
I've decided to cooperate and let you interview me...
for a thousand bucks.
I want a big wedding and a killer dress, and for a grand...
I will answer all your questions and let you follow me around.
The magazine does not spend money for stories.
- It's not what you would call ethical. - Oh.
No, I meant you. I figured you probably got...
severance or expenses or both.
I'm guessing that you're writing on spec.
And with a first-person interview, you might actually sell that thing.
- Too much. - Seven-fifty.
- Five hundred. - Six-fifty.
Done.
Is that supposed to be like a joke or something?
- I know what you're whistling. Hello. - Hi.
This is a birthday present for my cousin.
That's great.
Wonderful stuff. All these found industrial parts.
And a lamp tree?
That's great. Is this... that your preferred logo?
- I think so. - It's nice.
The whole thing is great. I think... Look, I-I think you could sell these lamps in New York.
- Maybe someday. Hmm. - You afraid to try?
No. No, no, I'm not afraid. Just someday.
This is Brian.
Ohhh, Father Brian.
- And Gill's, of course. - Gill, yeah!
And George.
He proposed at a butterfly farm in St. Thomas.
The ring was inside a cocoon.
Mmm, a little too Silence of the Lambs for my taste, but...
Well, he's an entomologist. I thought it was very unique.
- And finally, Bob. - Mm-hmm.
He proposed during the seventh-inning stretch...
at an Oriole game.
Wait, wait, wait! Don't tell me.
The scoreboard lit up with "Marry me, Maggie!"
It was one of the most wonderful moments of my life.
I don't know. Highly suspect.
What do you mean? It was incredibly romantic.
Look, maybe it's just me, but...
you know, if you gotta dress it up like that, it just doesn't ring true.
No, I... I think the most...
that anybody can honestly say is...
"Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times.
I guarantee that at some point...
one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing.
But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine...
I'll regret it the rest of my life...
'cause I know, in my heart...
you're the only one for me."
I like it.
I'd like it better on a scoreboard.
So, is that what you said when you asked your wife to marry you?
Well, don't look so surprised. You got "divorce" written all over you.
I'm a work in progress.
So, is that what you said to her?
No, I think I said something very eloquent, like...
"So, um, maybe you and I should, you know...
What do you think? Huh?"
Now, that's romantic.
And with a proposal like that, you didn't find eternal bliss?
What went wrong?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
No.
Maybe you should ask her sometime. You ever thought of that?
Even with everything that's happened, I have still never been married...
and I still deserve a beautiful dress.
- Mrs. Whittenmeyer? - Where are you going?
- Oh, hi, Polly. - Oh, hi, Maggie.
You'll have to excuse her. Some of the children are afraid of you...
since you dragged that little boy up the aisle.
Drag... No, I didn't... I didn't... No, he tripped on his own shoelaces.
You've come for your dress. Good. It's in the back.
- I'll get it. - Oh, actually, Mrs. Whittenmeyer...
I decided that I want to get this dress.
Oh. Well, the one you have on hold is lovely, dear.
No, I know. But I've just... I've changed my mind.
This is $1,000.
And I have $1,000.
Uh, the other one is only 300, dear.
Uh, um...
is that dress for sale?
It's just a lot of money to spend on one of your dresses, Maggie.
After all, you only wear them for about ten minutes or so.
Um, yeah, yeah. I guess that's true.
Uh, the other dress is, is nice.
- Mrs. Whitten... Whittenheimer? - Meyer.
Whittenmeyer. Can I talk to you just for a second?
Come here. Look, I don't know much about this kind of thing.
I'm from out of town. But you're a salesperson, right?
I mean, you're, you're, you're here to sell wedding dresses.
- Well, I have been here 30 years. - Perfect!
Because Miss Carpenter is here to buy one.
Ah, but not just any one. She wants that one!
- It's a thousand dollars. - Uh, listen, Aunt Bee...
uh, verbal communication was never perfect for me.
Let's try visual, all right?
We're buying the dress.
Now, we'll have this nice, beautiful dress.
And anything else she wants, it's hers, okay? All right?
What do you think?
You look...
- You look fine. - Fine?
You're reading your newspaper upside-down. That's gotta be better than fine.
Yeah.
Hey, come on now. Admire me. Get the whole picture. All right? Picture it.
I'm gonna have my hair up somehow. I don't know. Maybe with a little... in the back or...
And my favorite feature...
is that it kind of swishes like a bell when I move.
Ding. Ding.
It works. Bob will be very happy.
Oh, Bob! Oh, we, uh, we gotta go! We gotta go... We gotta go meet Bob!
Oh, geez, yeah, I'm goin' to the luau. I never miss it.
- You know, the barbershop quartet... - Mrs. Pressman?
- We're ready to order here, I think. - Uh, I'm all out of the special because...
That's all right. I'm gonna have the garden omelet, egg whites only.
Mmm, that sounds good. I'll have the same.
- Of course. - What is that?
I can't even order eggs without sarcasm from you?
- Hey, neutral corners, huh? You're on the same team now. - What is that sound?
- Have some water. - Penalty box. - What is it?
- Fur ball or... Oh! - Penalty box. Penalty box, hmm?
Ike, Maggie is the sweetest person you're ever gonna meet...
but she focuses too much, you know, out there.
She needs to start focusing more in here.
I mean, that's why I think she's had, uh...
but she focuses too much, you know, out there.
She needs to start focusing more in here.
I mean, that's why I think she's had, uh...
whatever you wanna call it... problems in the past.
And that's what we're working on. Focus.
Focus. F-Focus on Maggie. Focus on Maggie.
- Mm-hmm. - Focus on Bob. Focus on Bob.
And I've been runnin' Maggie through these visualization exercises.
All the sports shrinks, uh, use this head stuff.
Uh, visualize the end zone.
Visualize that hole in one.
Tell me, when you get to the altar, will you spike the bouquet?
- Okay, you know what... - Well, I'm off.
A reporter's work is never done.
See you later. Bye, Mrs. Pressman. Thank you.
I'm gonna go focus on your eggs, Bob.
I'm glad you're here. I wanted to try to explain.
There are reasons why there have been three weddings and no "I do's."
Oh, you can't believe how much cake we got stuck with.
It's a wonder I don't weigh 300 pounds.
And then, her father bought all that booze that nobody drank.
- But he didn't mind that, I... - Hi, Grandma.
Hi, Netta.
Grammy here was giving me the skinny on why you run from marital bliss.
Right. Netta, cover up your ears.
It's not that she's afraid of the wedding.
- She's afraid of the wedding night! - Mmm!
Innocent girls are terrified of the one-eyed snake.
Why, when I was a virgin bride...
I took a knitting needle to bed with me.
Uh, Grandma...
I charmed the one-eyed snake a while ago.
Oh, yeah. I forgot.
Well, I'll tell you one thing. Your grandpa never forgot that wedding night.
Netta, you can take your hands down.
- The tea's cold. - Good.
Can you excuse us for a minute? May I have a word with you, please?
Oh. Bye, Netta.
Bye. Thanks, Grammy.
Uh, I found this, and I didn't know if it was something interesting.
Oh, my. This is Miles Davis!
Oh, I was cleaning out the attic, and it was...
This is amaz... This is very hard to find in good condition.
You hold on to this. This is incredible.
- Why don't you take it? Hmm? - Huh?
Take it.
Okay, figuring out what kind of music I like...
finding me a rare album... not trying to butter me up, are you?
I was cleaning out the attic...
not attempting the impossible.
I smell trouble.
This is Cory Flemming, and I'll be featuring the music...
of "Denise and The Nephews" tomorrow morning on "Wake Up With Fle..."
What have we got here?
Come on, big guy.
Oh! Here. On our feet. There we go. Let's go!
Let's go, big guy. Yeah.
I haven't had any fun since you got your driver's license.
Well, let me give you a tip. I haven't been having a whole lot of fun either.
- Steady. - Good boy, Porthole.
- His name's Skipper, Dad. - I changed it.
Ah. Okay, step.
Ah, I'll be back later, Travis.
That guy Travis really has a problem.
- Mm. Okay. Here we are. - I'll ge... I'll get it.
Okay. Steady.
Now, I'm gonna... You're gonna lean. I'm gonna push.
Good daughters let their fathers pass out.
Hey, Walter. Right down there.
I-I... Please, please, don't write anything about...
No, forget about it. Don't... Don't even think about it.
I'm just so tired of this whole scene.
Why don't you just let him sleep it off here in the truck?
Come for a ride with me, and come back for him later.
Okay.
Today we took a walk
Up the street and picked a flower
And climbed the hill above the lake
Well, he's been drinking more and more since my mom passed away.
So, that's when you quit school to come back here?
Yeah, I had to come run the store for my dad.
Well, my dad had a small printing business.
He wanted me to become a classical musician.
My mother wanted me to be a novelist.
They were 0 for 2.
More? So, I, um...
I became a reporter.
Not quite a novelist, but as we all know...
journalism is literature in a hurry.
And I never saw blue like that
Before
Across the sky
What? What? What is this?
What kind of gas did you put in here? Diesel?
I don't know. The pump closest to the car.
Whoa!
This car takes unleaded. Your filter is clogged.
- Can you fix it? - I'm gonna need to get some tools.
Oh, good.
Kind of isolated here.
Yeah, it's nice.
Well, if there's one thing us New Yorkers know how to do...
that's hail a cab!
If there's no cab, we walk.
Uh, well... if we saved a battery here...
um, there's a place just down the way.
We country girls cut across the field. It's quicker.
Oh! Be careful of, um, snakes.
- What? - Snakes.
- I don't like snakes. - Walk nice. They won't get ya.
- Come on, come on. Come on. Come on! - What are you... What are you doing?
Snake dance?
I'm scaring the snakes.
- You're scaring me. - I'm scaring myself.
Do you think there's one right person for everybody?
No, but I think attraction is too often mistaken for rightness.
You know, attraction's very misleading. It's, uh...
Yes, it is. And it doesn't mean anything.
- No. No, no. No, no. - Give me your arm.
It means...
I, uh, suddenly forgot how to climb a fence.
- Tools. - Tools. Yeah.
Lionel? Do you have tools?
Hey, Maggie. What are you gonna do, bust out of another wedding?
Sure are well known 'round here.
No, no, no. No, Fish. It's almost done. I swear. I swear.
This story's taken a very interesting turn.
I, I got one more interview to do, up in New York.
- I-I'll see you there later. - From my head, to my heart
Kiss and find a way They're so far apart
You could have told me that you were fianc� number three.
And end up in the papers?
I've been humiliated enough already to last a lifetime, thank you.
I was traveling around studying...
the reproductive and migratory patterns of locusts...
when Maggie met me.
So, tell me, George, why do you think she ran?
Just like you said. What did you call her? A man-eater?
"Devouring death goddess," all right?
That's what I said. I don't think that's why she ran.
- Oh, why do you think she ran? - I don't know. I'm workin' on it.
- I was on the wrong track. - Are you... Are you defending her?
N-No! No, I, I call it like I see it, that's all. I'm a journalist.
- I'm a truth-teller. - Unbelievable!
- What? - She got to you too.
- Like a moth to a flame. - Please!
- Join the club. - What are you talking about?
I think that you need this much more than I do.
I am a journalist. I'm doing an article...
Look, see? See, I'm being paid. This will be published.
It's a cover story. I will tell the...
You will get all the facts, in the article.
Do you know what kind of eggs she liked?
Poached. Same as me.
Lost inside of you
That's what hurts
An overpriced apartment and Chinese takeout. That's New York living.
Fisher, don't forget the fortune cookies.
Oh, I already read the fortune. Y-You don't want to know.
Oh, he makes me crazy.
Hostility is a very important part of your foreplay, isn't it?
Well, it takes three people to make our marriage work:
him, me and our therapist.
Ellie, what went wrong?
With us. With the two of us, I mean.
You know, it's been... been a long time.
But do you remember?
Y-Yeah. Do I remember?
Of course I do.
Is that what... Did I do the same...
Is that what happened? Did I just not see you?
No. No, you didn't.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Ellie.
I'm sorry, too, Ike.
Wow. That only took us 12 years to say.
Okay. I saw that, you cad.
You asked for it, you got it. Here you go. My dear.
There you are. Get your fortune. Let me see one.
All right, Confucius say...
"Man who leave wife alone with ex-husband may leave altogether."
Uh-huh.
- Lights are scary. - Hope it's better than last year.
- Or the last ten years. - Wow.
Let's have a hand for our fabulous hula dancers.
There they are. King and queen.
Walter, I'm thinking about going back to my maiden name.
Can you still remember it?
I'm not... It's not... You know...
It's just I haven't seen him in 24 hours...
and I would feel better...
if I knew where he was, you see?
In a little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii
Welcome to our annual luau. What can I get you?
Aloha, Mr. Trout. Uh...
Have you got something without a toy in it?
All right.
- Get down, sweetheart. - The next three.
Yeah?
Oh, I'm hearing it. Here.
Aloha.
That's a very fetching headdress you're wearing.
Where did... Where did you disappear to?
Missed me bad, huh?
And we have our winner right here!
Yeah! Oh, all right, Bob.
Well, it's chow time here on the islands...
and we Trouts have prepared our traditional feast: "Shrimp Trout."
So, let's all, uh, meet over at the tables.
You're not allergic to shrimp, are you?
- Mm-mm. No. - Oh. Pity.
Attention! Pay attention to Walter.
Listen closely. He slurs.
In the tradition that has, uh, grown over the years...
it is now toast time.
First up, our host, Lou... a honey of a beekeeper... Trout.
May the groom's heart be filled with hope...
and the bride's feet filled with lead.
- That was good. - May the pitter-patter of little feet not be Maggie's.
Amen to that.
May the gifts be returnable.
- I took mine back. - You know the old saying.
Uh, "you're not losing a daughter"? Well, I'd like to!
Maggie may not be Hale's longest-running joke...
but she is certainly the fastest!
Good one, Dad.
Uncle Walter, maybe Mr. Graham...
Ah! Here we are. Would you like to say something, Mr. Graham?
Yeah, just a minute. Just a minute. I don't know yet. You okay?
Come on, Ike. Take a shot at Maggie live.
It's much more fun than print.
- Excuse me? - Well, it's a joke.
- They're kidding, Ike. - Uh-huh.
- Yeah, come on. Come on. Let's go. - Ike!
- Come on! - Come on!
All right. I'll add a toast!
Yeah! Come on!
To, uh, to Maggie's family and friends.
May you find yourselves...
the bull's-eye of an easy target.
May you be publicly flogged for all of your bad choices...
and may your noses...
be rubbed in all of your mistakes.
Well, that was funny, but enough toasting. Let's hula!
Everybody! Let's get up and, uh, start the band!
Up. And, everybody, we're gonna make a line right down here.
- Everybody up. - Maggie.
- Maggie? - Lou, where are those hula dancers?
- Honey, go find the girls. - Here. She might need this.
- Everybody gets a hula lesson! - Where'd Maggie go to?
Oh, she just went to get me something from her car.
- Well, maybe she needs help. - Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob!
- Okay. The guard. Who threw the block. - Yeah.
- Okay? Forrest Gregg. - No, no, no. Elijah Pitts.
- He was a running back. - The Fridge. "Refrigerator" Perry?
Maggie? Hey.
Here's a coat. Put this coat on. It's cold out here.
Don't pretend to be a nice person.
I was the only person in there defending you.
- You humiliated me! - No, Maggie. I defended you.
Humiliating you is what everyone else did in there!
- That is the theme of the party tonight. - No, no.
It was under control. Now they all feel sorry for me.
Well, they should. They're about to see you hang yourself again.
- Well, what do you keep... - Tell me something.
Do you really care about Mount Everest?
I... It's fun. It's high!
Sexual practices of locusts?
Every one of those times, I was being supportive.
Not supportive! You weren't being supportive. You were scared!
You were scared then. You're scared now.
- You are the most lost woman I have... - Lost?
Yes, lost. You're so...
You were so lost, you didn't even know what kind of eggs you like.
- Yes! - What?
Yes. Yes, that's right. With the priest, you wanted scrambled.
With... With the Deadhead, it was fried.
With the other guy, the bug guy, it was... it was poached.
Now, it's like, "Oh, e-egg whites only. Thank you very much."
That is called "changing your mind."
No, that's called not having a mind of your own!
Maggie, what are you doing?
You really want that guy up there to drag you up Anapurna?
For your honeymoon?
You do not want to climb Anapurna!
Yes, I do!
No, you don't.
You want a man who'll lead you down the beach...
with his hand over your eyes...
just so you can discover the feel of sand under your feet.
You want a guy that'll wake you up at dawn...
because he's bursting to talk to you.
Can't wait another minute, just to find out what you'll say.
Am I right?
Stop it.
I am getting married on Sunday.
And you are just trying to make me run...
because you're a cynical, exploitative...
mean-hearted creep...
who wouldn't know real love if it bit him in the armpit.
All you do is...
is tear others down...
and... and... and laugh at them and criticize what they do...
because you're too afraid to do anything yourself.
I read your columns.
You never once wrote anything about yourself.
I am not the only one that is lost.
And you know it.
Am I right?
Mag? Hey! Help me out here.
Green Bay right guard. Uh, uh, you know, Bart Starr? Uh...
- You okay? - Yes.
- Take you inside. Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Okay.
- Jerry Kramer. - Jerry Kramer!
- Grandma. What's for lunch? - Mac and cheese.
Honey, your grandmother and I are thinking about having...
a wedding gift museum.
- Stop. - What?
Stop. Don't say another word like that.
- Maggie, it was just a joke. - No!
It's humiliating, and it's gone on long enough.
You may not like that you have a daughter with problems.
But guess what.
I don't like that I have a father who's drunk all the time.
I'll eat in my room.
Okay. Tell me why Maggie's having another rehearsal?
And two days before the wedding. She's already done this!
Well, Bob insisted she visualize the ceremony.
Okay! We're ready!
- Do you want me to have Ike leave now? - Uh, actually, let's make Ike the pastor.
- Ah, I'd rather not. - No, it'll give you a great view.
- I think it's perfect. Okay? Hey. - Hey!
- Okay! Team effort, Pastor Ike. - Yeah, we could hurry this up.
- He's going to be the pastor? - Yes.
Yes, because I want him front and center...
so he can just see everything.
- Have a seat. Right there. That's it. - Okay.
- Cindy! Foyer. - Okay.
Ready?
What happened at the luau?
I... I don't... I... I don't want to talk about the luau, okay?
- What is this? - That's for the bell. - Oh.
- Bob's in a hurry. - Oh.
- Girls? - Okay, Maggie. Remember what Bob said.
- Let us visualize. Be the ball. - Sink the putt.
- Make the shot. - Nothin' but net.
- Never say die. - Move your butts.
- Girls! Where are you? - On our way, Coach.
Oh. This is the bell.
Ooh.
Whoa!
Whoa! Tough... Whoa!
What's she doing?
She's "being the bell," instead of the ball.
"Sanctuary. Sanctuary."
Mags, you okay?
Anyway.
Oh.
Look, at this pace, this could become an evening wedding.
Okay, okay. You know something?
It's great. I just think we're taking this a little too fast. Right?
You're tensing? You feel it? Right?
We just need to limber you up for a second, okay?
- Ike, come here. Come here. - Yeah.
All right, you're me. Stand here so she knows how far she's gotta come.
Honey? I'm gonna walk with you. Okay? And...
Now he's the groom?
Just relax. Limber. Visualize, visualize.
Relax. Limber.
And...
you are the football spiraling through the air...
to the waiting hands of the groom...
"I'm spiraling through the air.
I am...
streaking toward the...
goal line..."
All right. Keep eye contact. Keep eye contact...
"And I land on the goal line."
Good. Good.
Good, okay. And I'm the pastor, and I say...
"Dearly beloved, uh, we're gathered here...
blah, blah, blah, blah, so on and so forth, rat-a-tat-tat, yabba dabba...
Uh, I now pronounce you man and wife."
Kiss the bride. We have the organ crescendo.
That just leads us right on down the aisle.
And we are man and...
No-o!
Maggie? Uh, Mag...
Okay, okay. Well, okay. Okay, so if you, uh...
If you were imagining me, y-y-you did grea...
- What the hell were you doing? - Uh, Bob, I'm really sorry about th...
She kissed me back.
- I kissed you back? - Yes, you did. You kissed me back.
Yeah, caught that.
You want to tell me how long this has been going on?
- About a minute. - A little longer for me.
- Really? - Yeah.
What do you expect me to say to this?
- Hello? - Well, Bob, you could say, uh...
"Well, I hope you two will be really happy together."
I hope you two will be really happy together.
Uh, uh... Take care of him.
- Oh! Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah.
Bob? Bob!
Bob, I'm sorry. I'm... I...
At least this time I backed out before the wedding! I...
That's progress!
You are going to find some woman who can make you so much happier...
than I ever could!
- Look out. - Ooh! See?
See? I-It's happening already.
- She's good with needy men. - Yeah.
Uh, yeah. Well, um...
- Why don't you just call me later? - Yeah.
- Okay. - Bob?
This may not be a good time, but here's my number.
Drive safely, Bob!
Kid wants to lock up, go home.
- How's Bob? - Mm.
Okay.
So, what just happened just now?
- Then. In there. - I don't know. I-I...
I frankly... I don't even want to talk about it.
Me neither.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
Wait. No, no, no. No. No, we can't...
Stop. Stop. Stop, stop, stop. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. We gotta...
We have to talk. We have... We have to talk!
We have to do some talking now, all right?
Just come over here.
- Pull up a... Pull up a rail. - I was enjoying it.
- Okay. - All right. We're...
- Just give me a little space here. - Okay.
I'm... All right.
Do you think may...
Well, you do have a dress.
And the church.
And the wedding date.
And there's the two of us.
Maybe...
You do have to go down the aisle...
with somebody...
that you love...
and who loves you back.
Who?
I'm okay with that.
So am I.
I'm getting married.
You do this often?
Well, there's not a lot to do around here.
I just believe he's listening to you.
His hair, any color...
I like his tight butt.
- Grandma. - Well, I do.
Look, I'll see you at the wedding then. Right?
I mean, you're gonna be there, huh? It's gonna be in 37 hours.
I didn't miss the first one.
We're gonna spend part of the time here in town...
'cause he wants to write a book.
Well, you always wanted to write a novel!
I feel inspired here. I feel... I feel like I can write. I wanna write.
Ike is getting married!
Fisher, if you pee on that Persian, I'm gonna kill you.
Hi! It's him. He's on the phone.
I love you
- Hi. - Hi.
- Hi. What are you doin'? - Nothin'.
- Pick that up. - What are you doin'?
- That's all right. That's all right. - Nothin'.
Wow, I see the most beautiful girl...
He can see me.
That's trump.
Ah! Double dutch! Double du...
You were trying to cheat. It doesn't work!
Get to me magically Sure as the sky is blue
- Yeah - Oh, my God.
I'm the winner!
See now, this is a mature relationship.
Dramatically acting Erratically need you
Fanatically You get to me magically
Sure as the sky is blue
Baby, I love you
Do you love me too
Baby, I love you
Wedding bells are ringing today in Hale, Maryland.
Maggie Carpenter... always a bride, never a bridesmaid...
is attempting to complete her fourth wedding ceremony.
We'll be back when results are in. Back to you, Jessica.
Well, the turnout for this morning's ceremony...
is usually saved for royalty or Hollywood movie stars...
but Maggie Carpenter is Hale, Maryland's very own...
Hey, T-shirts here. I got "Bye-Bye Bridey."
I got "What part of 'I do' don't you understand?"
Hey, get your "Runaway Bride" T-shirts here.
Will she or won't she? That is on the minds of these several hundred folks...
that are standing here this morning not to mention on the mind...
of groom number four, who is missing in action.
- He's gonna stand me up. - Oh, of course he's gonna come.
Because today I saw eight geese flying in a "V."
Oh, you with the lucky geese. You always see geese!
- Not eight! - Eight, and in a "V."
- Eight is better? - Eight in a "V."
- Can you imagine? - "V." "V" for, uh, "victory"!
- Victory! - Victory!
- And "velcro." - Okay.
Velcro is stuck together!
"Virginal."
Well...
- Well, you know... - I'm sweaty. I'm-I'm nervous...
- Where are my bags? - Okay.
- No bags. Bags are for later. Um... - No. Yes, yes.
- Rub your ears. Rub your ears. - Rub your ears. That's a great idea.
That's a very good idea. Rub your ears.
Cory does that to me sometimes, with a little...
- And you just, whoo! - We do it to the dog.
Get your "I Don't Think She Will" shirt.
These shirts are not sold in stores!
- Here comes Ike Graham! - Show time!
That's better. That's, uh... That's pretty nice, actually.
- Yeah? - Yeah. - That's nice.
- He's here! - Who's here? I see him! - He's here.
And Ike Graham has arrived at the church.
- Is this your first marriage? - Is this your last marriage?
- Any little Grahams in the future? - Oh, he gets whacked!
All right. Okay. First. Yes. Okay.
- All right. Okay. Okay. - Would you get it off?
- Who makes this? Who? Who? - All right.
- The veil is not attacking you. - Okay. Okay.
- Now is the time to calm down. - Yes.
Because if you don't get calm, we won't get your dress on.
A girl can't get married in flannel.
He's the one.
He really is the one.
- Ike! - You're not invited! You got...
Robert, please! Go back to New York. Get outta here.
He's the one!
We, we, we gotta hurry, 'cause the Sunday school kids are coming.
- Mrs. Pressman... - Don't worry. There's no microphone.
Please. Put it there.
- No fun. - No. No fun.
Listen, I was going to do this Scorsese thing, where I come down the aisle...
Whatever, just do it. Shoot, shoot. Shoot.
- Ike. - Friends! Oh, God.
God, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you. We are friends, aren't we, Fisher?
- Of course we are, of course. - Yes, and you'll be my best man.
I'm good, but I'm not sure I'm the best.
You just go over and see the pastor. He'll tell you what to do.
- All right. - If someone will tell me what to do.
Mm. You always looked great in that suit.
And, Ike, I'm happy for you, honey.
I have a car waiting out back for you just in case she decides to run.
I have an invitation. Lou, he's with me.
You look terrible.
Thanks.
Here.
- Ike, I'm glad it's you. - Really?
I wouldn't want to have found out...
that I wasn't the one for her in the fourth quarter.
Well, Coach, any final advice?
- Maintain eye contact. - Eye contact.
Eye contact. Eye contact. Eye contact.
I'm not coming up here. It's just that you want to look...
just special for the wedding.
You know, you should thank me and Lou for lending you the wedding car.
- '63 Buick. - Thank you, Mrs. Trout.
Oh, what are you saying? We're practically family.
- How's that there? - Hello.
- My name is Fisher. What's yours? - You look so nice. Nice. Betty.
That doesn't want to come out, does it?
- You just pulled a hair from my neck. - There we are. Okay.
- Mrs. Trout. Mrs. Trout, please. - This is fine.
- This is my wedding. You know? - Yes!
Come sit down. Thank you. We're starting pretty soon.
- Who was that? - Mrs. Trout.
- He doesn't have... - Don't do... Don't. Don't.
- I just wanted that to be able to... - Don't. Don't.
- Over there in the pocket. Right in the pocket. - Don't do...
- Please! Just go s... - That's nice!
- Good luck, sweet girl. - Oh! Thank you, Grandma. I love you.
- I'm really rooting for this one. - Okay, Dad.
The place is packed, with the whole town of Hale on the bride's side...
and with many New Yorkers on the groom's side.
- Is this taken? - No.
- I'm Elaine, from Manhattan. - I'm Bob, Maggie's fourth attempt.
- I'm sorry. - That's okay.
There's a lid for every pot. And I'm... I'm comfortable with Ike, you know.
It's like Jack Dempsey lost his heavyweight title to a New Yorker.
Right. Gene Tunney.
- Oh. - Spit.
Let's go.
Uh, okay. Um, no sauntering down the aisle.
I don't like that. Just make time. Just get there. Just go.
- Fine. - Okay.
All rise, please.
The bride is walking down the aisle.
Maggie Carpenter is walking down the aisle.
- Don't stop... - Oh, she's pausing.
- Keep eye contact. - Come on. Stay with me.
Keep eye contact...
Please be seated. Thank you.
I sneaked in a camera.
We are gathered here today... Please, no cameras now.
Could we hold off photos until the end of the ceremony? Thank you.
- Oh... - We are gathered here today... - No!
- Where is she going? - Don't!
- Maggie! - Lock the doors!
Please be seated!
No, Maggie! Don't!
Mag... No! Come here!
Oh, never a dull moment at a Maggie wedding!
There's a man coming down the stairs with lots of candy in his pockets...
and if you tickle him, he'll give you all of his candy.
- Here you go, little queen. - Maggie!
Maggie!
- Give me some candy! - Whoa, ho! Whoa. No, no, no. Not me.
No, don't cry! Don't cry!
No, no! Get her! It's an Armani suit!
Wait!
- Wait! - Maggie!
Go. Go. Go, go.
Maggie! Maggie!
Don't do it! Don't! Maggie!
- He's running after her. - He's in pretty good shape too.
Maggie! No, Maggie!
Where do you think she's going?
Well, wherever it is, she'll be there by 10:30 tomorrow.
Maggie! Don't!
Maggie! Don't! No!
Maggie!
Mr. Graham! Mr. Graham! Mr. Graham! Mr. Graham!
Mr. Graham! Mr. Graham, how do you feel now?
Mr. Graham. Mr. Graham. What is your next move?
- How do you feel right now? - What will you do now?
I know you must feel terrible.
What would you think about giving her a second chance?
- Mr. Graham! - Mr. Graham, talk to us. - That's enough.
- Come on. Leave him alone. - What will you do now? - Mr. Graham, just a couple of questions.
"Hardware Honey Goes Nuts And Bolts." How many times is she gonna do this?
Aura Lee, Aura Lee
And finally, in local news, the mayor has requested...
that we all stop gossiping about last week's...
Maggie Carpenter almost wedding.
This is Cory Flemming, for WHALE, saying...
may the good Lord make you smart enough to live in a small town.
And we cut.
Camera loves ya.
- Hey, you okay? - Yeah.
I'm closing. You want to go to Butch's for a drink?
Uh... You know, I'm gonna finish up here...
and then I think I'll just head home.
Okay.
You know...
I was thinking about that "V" thing...
and I think the "V" in the geese was half...
of a "W" for...
For, uh, w-w-w-w...
- What are you talking about? - Wedding! Wedding!
You just gotta get the rest of your ducks in a row.
Thank you.
- So, you still think that he... - You're quick.
You're very quick.
I thought that
You'd be lovin' me
I thought you were the one who'd
Stay forever
But now forever's come and gone
And I'm still here alone
'Cause you were only playin'
You were only playin' with my heart
I was never waiting
for the tears to start
- It was you - It was you
Who put the clouds above me
- It was you - It was you
Who made the tears fall down
- It was you - It was you
Who broke my heart in pieces
It was you, it was you
Who made my blue eyes blue
Oh, oh, I never should have trusted you
Okay. Here we go.
And I thought that
I'd be all you need
In your eyes I thought I saw my face
- Hey, Ike. How's it goin'? - Hey, Robert.
That good, huh?
'Cause you had me believin' in a lie
Guess I couldn't see it
I guess I couldn't see it till I saw good-bye
It was you
Who put those clouds around me
It was you
Who made the tears fall down
Only you
Who broke my heart in pieces
It was you
- Yeah, hi. It's me. - It was you
- Leave a message after the beep. - Who made my blue eyes blue
Oh, oh, never should have trusted you
Hello, Ike.
Don't tell me. My doorman is one of your many admirers.
I've been making friends with your cat. Is it okay that I'm here?
I don't have much choice in the matter, do I?
But I can't speak for Italics! Traitor.
I don't blame you for being mad.
Or furious.
Irate? Livid.
So, what is it, Maggie? You in business?
Oh, yeah, I saw your lamps.
They're terrific. Yeah, really.
It's something that I've always wanted to do, and...
You know, you could make breaking and entering into a new career.
So. What are you doing here, anyway?
I wanted to...
talk to you about...
why I run... sometimes ride...
away from things.
- Does it matter? - I think so.
When I was walking down the aisle...
I was walking toward somebody...
who had no idea...
who I really was.
And it was only half the other person's fault...
because I had done everything to convince him...
that I was exactly what he wanted.
So, it was good that I didn't go through with it...
because it would have been a lie.
But you...
You knew the real me.
Yes, I did.
I didn't.
Still, I ended up chasing a truck.
I can't, um, do anything about the truck...
but, uh...
- Benedict. - Arnold.
I love eggs Benedict.
I hate all the other kinds of eggs.
I hate big weddings. Everybody staring.
I'd like to get married on a weekday, while everybody's at work.
- Mm-hmm. - And if I ride off into the sunset...
I want my own horse.
- Should I be writing this down? - And there's something else.
No, no, you can tell me. You can tell me. Don't... Come... Okay.
These are for you.
- Uh, used... - Well, they're mine.
I'm turning in my running shoes to you.
This is serious.
And there's one more thing. I know, the mind reels that there could be more...
after... after this, but, um...
if you could just have a seat.
Oh!
Here, let's just not have that there. Okay.
Okay.
- Oh, no. My God, no. - No, no. Don't hide your face.
This happens once in a lifetime, and it's definitely a first for me.
And you're not gonna want to miss it, so pay close attention.
I love you, Homer Eisenhower Graham.
Will you marry me?
- I gotta think about this a little bit. - Okay, good.
- I was hoping that you would say that. - You were not!
- No, no, I was, I was. - Not true! - Because if you'd said yes right away...
I wouldn't be able to do this next part I've been practicing, so let me just...
Okay.
- Ready? - I'm listening.
I guarantee that we'll have tough times.
And I guarantee that at some point...
one, or both of us, will want to get out.
But I also guarantee...
that if I don't ask you to be mine...
I'll regret it for the rest of my life...
because I know in my heart...
you're the only one for me.
That's a pretty good speech, Maggie.
I borrowed it from this writer I know.
So?
Dance with me.
We are gathered here today to celebrate the union...
of Maggie Carpenter and Ike Graham.
- Do you have the rings? - Yes.
Do you, Ike, take Maggie to be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
Do you, Maggie, take Ike to be your lawfully wedded husband?
I do.
In this life that you share together...
may your individuality strengthen your love.
With the power vested in me...
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Guess what. She did it!
Maggie Carpenter got married.
Alleluia
Betty, she did it! She did it!
- I need love, love, to ease my mind - Alleluia, alleluia
I need to find, find someone to call mine
But Mama said you can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
I can't hurry love No, you'll just have to wait
You gotta just give it time
No matter how long it takes
But how many heartaches
Must I stand
Before I find a love to let me live again
Right now the only thing that keeps me hangin' on
When I feel my strength Yeah, it's almost gone
- I remember Mama said - You can't hurry love
No, you'll just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
How long must I wait How much more can I take
Before loneliness will cause my heart, heart to break
I can't hurry love No, you'll just have to wait
She said just give it time
- No matter how long it takes - Now, wait
Girl, I live for how you make me feel
So I question all this being real
'Cause I'm not afraid to love
For the first time I'm not afraid of love
Oh, this day seems made for you and me
And you showed me what life needs to be Yeah, you sang to me
Oh, you sang to me
All the while you were in front of me
I never realized
I just can't believe I didn't see it in your eyes
I didn't see it
I can't believe it, whoa, but I feel it
When you sing to me
How I long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies
And I promise you this time I'll see it in your eyes
I didn't see it, I can't believe it
Oh, but I feel it
When you sing to me
Where were you on our wedding day
I got bad news that you went away
Where were you on our wedding day
You did me wrong and now you must pay
- Whoa-oh - Whoa-oh
- And give me back my ring - My ring
- Whoa-oh - Whoa-oh
- I ain't gonna let you keep a thing - A thing
Whoa-oh
Where were you when I said, I do
Everybody laughed and my in-laws too
Where were you when I turned around
Someplace you knew you never could be found
- Whoa-oh - Whoa-oh
- Give me back my ring - My ring
- Whoa-oh - Whoa-oh
I ain't gonna let you keep a thing
- A thing - Whoa-oh
Mm-mm-mm
My heart says we've got something real
Can I trust the way I feel
'Cause my heart's been fooled before
Am I just seeing what I want
To see
Or is it true
Could you really be
Someone to have and hold
With all my heart and soul
I need to know
Before I fall in love
Someone who'll stay around
Through all my ups and downs
Please tell me now
Before I fall in love
It's been so hard for me
To give my heart away
But I would give my everything
Just to hear you say
Someone to have and hold
With all my heart and soul
Please tell me now
Before I fall
In love
Ooh-ooh
Before I fall
In love