Peter Callahan is engaged to me. I object to this wedding!
Get in line.
And I object to your objection.
You proposed to a married woman?
Yes. And I'm in a coma when my brother makes a play for my- sort of my fiancée
Do you believe in love at first sight? Nah, I betcha don't, you're probably too sensible for that. Or have you ever, like, seen somebody? And you knew that, if only that person *really* knew you, they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that YOU were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with. Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to? Have you ever been so alone you spend the night confusing a man in a coma?
Wh-why did you say that?
I'm not his fiancee.
Why did you tell me that you were?
I'm not engaged. I've never even spoken to the guy.
What? Well, do-, downstairs, you said, you said you were gonna marry him.
Oh, geez, I was talking to myself.
Well, next time you talk to yourself, tell yourself you're single and end the conversation.
"Nature of claim: Christmas tree through window". How am I gonna put that on my insurance claim? They're still pissed about the fire we had when Joe Jr. barbecued in the stairwell.
I missed that.
Listen, I'll pay for this.
Don't worry about it, my brother Giuli's in the glass business.