♪ synth music ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ It's Showtime tonight ♪
[Wayne] Previously on Black Monday...
- Whoa! - [Tosh] We thought
you might call the wedding off
after your whole
engagement party fiasco.
- Oh! - What?
- Oh! - Oh, my God!
[all scream]
[laughs] As if, slut!
- [screams] - [Blair] I found these
at the Georginas' apartment.
They must have kidnapped Tiff themselves.
[Missy Mills] We want Maurice Monroe,
and you are gonna give him to us.
I want a divorce.
Blair is in love with me, and I think
I'm falling for him, too.
[electronic beeping]
♪ percussive music ♪
♪ Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now" playing ♪
♪♪♪
♪ They don't understand and so they ♪
♪ Keep asking if this whole thing's a gaffe ♪
♪ How'd such a catch end up with a Pfaff? ♪
♪ I said no-sevelt to a Roosevelt ♪
♪ That Hearst was the worst ♪
♪ Almost had a child with a Rothschild ♪
♪ And Anderson Cooper ♪
Oof.
[sighs]
I still can't believe you left Spencer
for Blair.
You love bitches more than Billie Jean King.
Do you work on these at home?
- No. - No?
- Whatever. - Yeah.
- Sometimes on the toilet. - Okay.
What I'm saying is, if these guys are your type,
what'd you ever see in me?
You are the biggest bitch of all.
You're afraid of love. [laughs]
♪ I said no to a Devin, an Evan, and a Kevin ♪
♪ And don't even get me started on the Davids ♪
♪ Don't worry, none of them were Jews ♪
Did you know the song that knocked this song
out of the number one spot
was also a Shondells cover,
"Mony Mony." The '80s suck.
Yeah, well, did you know that I paid good "mony mony"
to a girl named Shondell
to put my number one in her spot?
I dare you to tell the truth one time.
Red or white?
Or I could mix 'em. You...strike me
as a pink guy.
What the fuck are you talking--
You know what? Take your time.
We're not going anywhere.
♪♪♪
[Yassir] Uh, can I order something?
[Wayne] Caterers are terrible.
♪ Blair's not alone now ♪
♪ They say he wants my money ♪
♪ But he won't get shit ♪
Babe, this is really...
- good. - Right?
I'll tell you what: Tiffany better look out,
'cause there's a new Tiffany in town who can butcher
other people's songs even better.
That means a lot. You know how important
- malls are to me. - Yeah.
In fact, can I get your autograph?
Oh, my God. Of course!
Ah, no, seriously, though, just while I got you...
What's this now?
Um...
...it's just, you know,
normal wedding paperwork. Uh,
we got a marriage license, we got a power of attorney...
Power of attorney?
Well, I mean, wouldn't you rather
I take care of all that boring
financial junk
so you can focus on all your...
...important, you know, stuff
you do during the daytime?
- I mean, I am so busy... - Yeah, I know.
But I can't sign that. I'm sorry.
While I got you,
there is something I kind of need you to sign.
Well, what's this now?
♪♪♪
[smattering of applause]
[Henri] Yeah!
Thank you, Tiffany,
and thank you, Dawn,
for hosting this rehearsal dinner.
Let me tell you something.
I am not afraid of love, Dawn.
- Mm. - I'm not.
In fact, I was gonna do
this whole fucking thing with you.
W-what? What?
What's that supposed to mean?
I was gonna propose, okay?
Bullshit.
I--I had the goddamn ring
and everything, Dawn.
- Oh, yeah? Okay, yeah? - Okay, yeah.
- I was gonna do all of it. - All right, when?
That night we went horseback riding upstate.
We never went horseback riding upstate.
Exactly.
What's that supposed to mean?
Oh, thanks to Maurice for coming up
with this last-second
wedding venue for tomorrow after we lost
our spot at the Plaza
during Tiff's and Blair's brief rumspringa.
Is this-- Is this...
You want me to sign a prenup?
Okay, calm down.
My daddy will not let me
marry you without it.
He's very protective over his money.
I mean, who cares, really?
Unless our entire... [laughs]
11-year relationship was just a big ruse
for you to get your hands on Georgina Jeans.
[laughs]
It's insane.
To true love.
- Aww. - [all] True love.
[applause]
♪ "I Think We're Alone Now" by the Shondells playing ♪
♪♪♪
[glasses clink]
♪♪♪
♪ Children behave ♪
♪ That's what they say when we're together ♪
♪ And watch how you play ♪
[sniffs]
♪ They don't understand, and so ♪
["Spring" by Antonio Vivaldi playing on speakers]
♪♪♪
- What are you talking about? - [laughs]
Do you want to? I mean, if you want to go,
- we can go. - [Dawn] Okay.
- [Blair] Yeah? - [Dawn] Yeah.
Don't forget to pull out, Dawn.
Don't worry, babe. He's just mad
that I got the girl.
You know what they say: "They don't always leave
with the ones they came in with."
You know what else they say.
"You'd have to be one dumb hick fuck
to be messing around with your girlfriend
when you're about to marry someone else
in order to pull off a year-long long con
with 60 mil on the line, you dumb hick fuck."
You don't hear that one quite as much.
Different circles.
Apparently.
[all] Hey!
- [Dawn] Hey. - [Yassir] Hey.
- For you. - Thank you.
- Yum? - Ooh, no.
I'm off champagne since I drove home
from my divorce-iversary
- and hit-and-run'd a... - [coughs loudly]
- ...deer... - Oh.
Friend of my father's.
[coughs]
Keith, he's telling a sweet story.
Sorry, asthma. My whole life.
[Keith] Probably wondering, "Hey, why haven't I ever
heard about that?" Well, it's, uh--
it's a good story and a long one, so buckle up--
Nobody gives a shit, Keith.
- At all. - [Blair] seconded.
Okay, champagne
for a sham marriage.
To the Georgina--
[coughs violently]
[all] Georgina play...
Uh, well, I'd like to, uh--
to thank all of my groomsmen
- with a little something... - Mm.
Inspired by the man who brought us all together.
For you
- And for the grooms-lady. - Yes.
You said all your groomsmen. You ain't got
nothing for old Mo?
You already have one.
- [Yassir] Oh, my God! - [Wayne] Holy shit!
It's Mo's lucky watch!
- No. - This is his exact watch.
This is not my goddamn watch.
You cannot buy my watch. My watch is custom-made.
Yeah, as are these very detailed replicas,
which I call Mo-lexes.
- [Dawn] Mo-lex? - [Blair] Yeah, just
a little something
to remind us of the greatest lesson
we've all learned from you, Mo.
Fuck 'em all.
[all] Fuck 'em all!
[Dawn] Thank you.
[clears throat]
Well, all right,
my little crime lords
and Traci Lords.
Let's get those shares that you parked--
[coughs violently]
Jesus, take it outside, Keith,
before we all catch bald.
- [Dawn] Eww. - Oh, Keith, give me
those shares that you parked.
[coughs]
Dust. [hacks]
And here are the shares that I parked with Spencer.
Got 'em in the divorce. Only cost me our Airplane!
We had a tough time dividing up our Betamax collection.
- Oh, babe. - I know.
[Dawn] So including our shell companies,
we are at 45%.
Six percent more from Tiff when you guys get hitched,
and we will have a score that makes Warren Buffet
look like Warren Snack.
[Dawn and Blair laugh]
[Dawn] That would've landed
if he would pronounce his name
"buffet" like a real man.
- No, no, no, babe, it landed. - You got it?
[Blair] Yeah, I got it.
So, what's everyone gonna do with their money?
I'm buying myself a new Limbo.
Come on, Mo.
I'm also gonna pick up
that red Keith Haring series
I've had my eye on for years.
Come on, Mo.
Okay, can we not get distracted by red Harings and focus?
[Dawn] Right now, Blair,
it's on you, baby.
All good in the...
...municipality,
except for, uh, just--
just one--just one tiny, teeny little thing.
Oh, Blair's getting cold feet. Here we go.
It's not time for cold feet.
It's time for hot feet, like Downtown Julie Brown-hot feet.
Like, Oh, my God, what I wouldn't give to take
those little piggies to market.
Feet meat.
Yeah, Wayne, feet meat. Yes!
No, no.
No, it's just Tiff's dad wants me to sign this, like,
just really silly little...
...prenup thing before we get married.
Come on, for real, Blair?
[Mo] Goddamn it. Do you have
any idea what it's taken for me
to get where I am?
[laughs] Any idea?
I have shed blood, sweat, and tears.
I have unearthed secrets, got winded and fired.
You're just listing bands.
[Mo] It doesn't fucking matter!
[Mo] What--here's what I'm saying.
You want to sit in the big chair, Blair,
you better bring a goddamn flashlight,
'cause it gets dark.
This is the Geor-jeana Play,
not the Geor-jyna Play.
You know why I'm saying Geor-jyna?
When I look down, does it help you understand
why I'm pronouncing it "jeye-na"?
[Mo] Do you know what I'm saying?
That I have a vagina.
[Mo] Exactly. You got some balls?
You go fucking prove it.
Show me! Go get it!
[Dawn] You go get it, baby!
- Hey, Dawn? - Yeah.
Goofy and Mickey called.
Fuck you.
♪ percussive music ♪
♪♪♪
[Keith] Ooh, ooh,
ladies, please, please.
I'm just one man.
[hissing on recorder]
The fuck is this?
I don't know. It must be my, uh,
magnetic personality.
You think we're bluffing?
I will go right now and pull your son
out of whatever class he's flunking.
And I'll pull your boyfriend
out of whatever ass he's fucking.
Deb, we talked about this.
Sorry, I thought you were setting me up.
No. You're out of chances, Keith.
Get Mo on tape today.
Okay, he's gonna figure out
I'm wearing a fucking wire.
I look like Teddy Ruxpeen down there.
Well, you better try, because we're gonna have eyes on you
all day and your stupid fucking peen.
Now, if you'll excuse us,
we gotta get back to the kitchen.
The lobster is not gonna bisque itself,
and Todd is riding my hide.
Who's Todd?
Our cater captain.
[Tiff] I know they say
silicone's bad for you,
but these saltwater jugs are sloshing around
like my driver's ed teacher's water bed.
- Oh, I'm jealous. - RIP.
Can you just stuff them in?
- We gotta jet. - Okay, okay, okay.
- [knocking at door] - [Blair] Uh, Tiff?
[gasps] Blair! Oh, my God, you can't see
my dress before the ceremony!
My eyes are closed. I just--
I need to talk to you. It's important. Ladies,
can you give us the room?
We'll meet you in the horse-drawn carriage.
- Okay. - Ooh, shotgun.
On the horse?
Jesus. Oh, sorry.
[Blair] Sorry. I'm sorry.
- [Blair sighs] - Hello?
Oh, god, did somebody else come in the room now?
No, I mean hello
as in "talk, monkey."
[Tiff] I will provide
visual context as necessary. Go.
So...
the real reason that...
Mo hired me after no one else would
is because he is the reason no one else would.
He tricked me into working for him
so he could take over your dad's company.
I didn't know about it, but--
but I do now, and... [sighs]
I don't know, Tiff. I think maybe we should do it--
Ow! God.
Even with my eyes closed,
I should've seen that coming.
Are you insane?
How could you do this to me, and my dad--
he has treated you like a son.
Sure, in the way
that dads are super cold to their sons
to try to get them to stop acting like such pussies,
but still, how could you betray my family?
Tiff, they betrayed you! They're the ones
who were behind your kidnapping!
Okay, what?
Uh, y--think about it.
Georgina has been losing money
for years, and since you got snatched,
sales have quadrupled,
and...
[sighs] And I found the magazines
they cut the letters out of for the ransom note.
♪ somber music ♪
I'm--I'm really sorry.
♪♪♪
I mean, I-I...
They have been talking a lot lately
about a game-changer,
like Calvin Klein's Brooke Shields
child porn campaign.
Oh, my God.
- Tiff, I'm so sorry. - Oh, no.
- Jesus. - Okay, let's just open--
- open your eyes. - [both] Okay.
You look really beautiful.
[sighs]
Thank you.
♪♪♪
I really want to cry, but my makeup artist Karina
charges by the lash.
What the hell?
Pretty sure this wedding's fucked anyways.
I'm sorry.
At least maybe some good can come out of this now.
What?
♪♪♪
Money.
A lot of money.
♪♪♪
And to be honest, I--
I think this wedding has been fucked
for a long time.
[scoffs]
♪♪♪
There's...one more thing
I have to tell you.
[sighs]
What the fuck is taking them so long?
Pssh, whatever it is, it's on you.
On me? How is it on me?
- This is your plan. - My plan?
My plan did not involve you fucking him.
What happened to your "I don't date coworkers" thing?
Went right out the window, right?
Thank God I didn't
propose to you, you flip-flopper.
You're really sticking with this whole
imaginary horseback proposal, aren't you?
Never even been on a horse,
unless you count that tight end from the Colts,
or that wide receiver from the Broncos,
and then there was
that quarterback from the Raiders.
A raider is not a type of horse.
This one was.
You know what? You're right.
We never had the horseback ride.
You know why? Because we broke up.
You remember
when we were at my lake house,
and you said you wanted to go
buy that little antique ring that you saw
the day before, and I said, "Don't do it, Dawn.
You can't really afford it on your salary"?
Then we had the whole "make me a partner dance"
that was all the rage for us-- literally.
Well, the reason I made the comment
was because I went out and bought that ring
the night before when you were asleep
so that I could surprise you
on the horseback ride
that I had to cancel
'cause you stormed out.
That's the fucking truth.
[classical music over speakers]
♪♪♪
Bullshit.
[scoffs] Marquis cut,
pavé band, more baguettes
than Gerard Depardieu's colon.
♪♪♪
[sighs] Wow.
I should've known.
Maybe I sort of did.
It all makes so much sense now.
[sniffles]
[Blair] I'm so sorry,
and if--if you wanna
call off the wedding, I--I don't blame you.
The only marriage I want to end is mine with my parents.
I tried to get emancipated from them in sixth grade
because they wouldn't let me shave my legs,
and we settled on a cartilage pierce
and another credit card.
It's time.
Blair, you are the smartest person
I've ever known,
and my private school had Orientals.
♪ somber music ♪
I want in.
You do?
I do.
["Wedding March" by Felix Mendelssohn playing]
[cheers and applause]
♪♪♪
Oh!
[cheers and applause]
[laughs]
♪♪♪
- Yeah. - [Keith] Yes!
[Keith] All right!
♪♪♪
[Henri] Ladies and gentlemen,
presenting for the very first time,
Mr. and Mrs. Georgina!
I know this is a sham wedding, but I can't believe
you made me take your last name.
Tiff Pfaff? Thoundth like I have
a thpeeth impediment.
[Henri] Why don't we clear some space...
so Blair and Tiff...
Are you sure you want to do this?
[Henri] ...can have their very first dance.
I know this is a sham wedding,
but I have been dreaming about this day
since I was a little girl, so please,
just give me this.
Okay.
Thank you.
[gentle guitar rendition of "The Star-Spangled Banner"]
♪♪♪
Are they dancing to the national anthem?
[Yassir] Oh, yeah. Tiff's a huge Republican.
♪♪♪
[record scratches]
[electronic dance rendition of "The Star-Spangled Banner"]
♪♪♪
[crowd exclaims]
♪♪♪
Do Republicans hate America? 'Cause this is, like,
a dance version of burning the flag.
Wildly disrespectful.
Yeah.
Excuse me.
♪ "The Star-Spangled Banner" played traditionally ♪
♪♪♪
[cheers and applause]
Hey!
You better slow down
and focus on getting tape on Mo.
Guys, guys, look.
Maybe we should, I don't know,
give this whole blackmail thing a second look, right?
- Get to fucking work, Keith. - Yeah!
Fine.
Bus these.
Fuck you.
Stay in character.
He's right.
What? No, Deb--Deb!
[slow jazz music]
Hey.
How'd it go? You get it done?
- Blair? - Yeah.
- [laughs] - No prenup.
[laughing] Oh, my God.
Congrats.
I can't fucking believe this.
Jesus Christ. I just pulled off
the greatest trade in the history of Wall Street.
We.
You're right, you're right.
We. Ah.
Hey, you know what? Let's bury the hatchet.
Come on, toast. Toast.
I don't feel like toasting, Mo.
Blair, come on.
Look, I know it stings a little bit right now, kid.
You feel like you're losing your values
or whatever, but you know what never loses its value?
The Jasper John I'm gonna buy.
That's a toilet completely muralized
by Jasper Johns. I'm gonna stick it
in my Basqui-yacht,
which is a yacht completely muralized by Basquiat.
Shut the fuck up.
You know, the saying's not "An endless stream
of bullshit and bad puns
is the soul of wit," right?
♪♪♪
But I am the soul... man of wit.
- Mm. - Okay, fuck it, Blair,
all right? You don't want to be my friend,
don't be my friend. Who cares?
But I want that six percent before the bell tomorrow.
Oh, oh.
About that,
I have terms.
Excuse me?
If we pull this off, The Jammer Group goes
from being the fucking Yankees to the Mets overnight.
You're gonna be offered every sweet-ass deal
on the street, and I want my piece.
We have a deal, Blair.
No, we had a deal.
You say I'm like a son to you, right?
So I think it's time you make me part of the family.
How about six percent of Georgina
for six percent of The Jammer Group?
[laughs]
How about six percent of kissing my ass?
[both laugh]
You know, I went to Berger's Burgers
the other night,
and they have a sign there that says
they've only been open for two years.
So I did a little research,
and there's no record of an orphanage
in that area anywhere.
So I did a little more research
and found there's no record
of a Maurice Monroe...
anywhere before 1974.
♪ tense synth music ♪
I knew you were full of shit,
but I didn't think you were all shit.
I wonder what the SEC would say
if they knew the Exchange issued a seat
to a man who doesn't exist.
Wow. You really have crossed
all the way over to the dark side.
I learned it by watching you, Dad.
Well, part of me wants to give you a big old hug.
A bigger part of me wants to beat the dog shit out of you
in front of all your friends and fake family.
Take your best shot.
♪♪♪
Well played.
♪♪♪
Tell you what I will do.
I will give you one percent.
- That's it. - [laughs]
That's my best and final offer.
No, that's--That's cute,
but this isn't a negotiation.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go do the fucking hokey-pokey.
♪♪♪
[Dawn] So what's six percent,
hmm? You gave thirty percent
to the fucking Yakuza.
Let's do a little math, Dawn,
all right? Excuse me.
Okay, now you have
15 percent.
Now, if you add the 30 percent
that the Yakuza gave the Leighmans,
and then six percent I'm supposed to give to Blair,
we add that together. What is that?
51 percent. Okay?
That would make me a minority owner
of The Jammer Group. Now I'm not gonna lose control
of my own fucking company, Dawn.
I get it, I get it.
But if, you know, you were to--
you know.
You give a couple points.
Two points, Dawn. Two fucking points!
Fuck, no! No! This is how I knew you were
bullshitting about the whole proposal thing.
- I was-- - You would never be
that thoughtful, because the only person
you ever think of is yourself.
- All right. - You're a selfish piece
- of shit, Mo. - Jesus Christ,
everybody's just coming with both barrels
at old fucking Mo today, right?
I mean, really? Give him some of my shares?
The answer is no. No, "fuck no."
Yeah, okay. Great.
- Keith, Keith, hey. - Shit.
I gotta--I gotta talk to you, okay?
- The Georgina Play... - [coughs]
...Is hitting a major fucking snag.
Mm-mm, uh, no, I gotta go.
I gotta go. Yeah, I gotta run.
Okay, fine, let's talk--
No, I mean, I gotta run--
I got, like, the runs. The shits. I gotta shit.
Okay, toilet. Perfect, it's more private.
No, no, no, you don't want any part of this.
- It's gonna be bad. - Just crap quiet.
Who gives a shit? You just gotta listen.
The kid's squeezing me
on the Georgina Play...
[Keith imitates flatulence]
...And I gotta admit, he's got me, man.
If--if I don't give him what he wants,
he's nuts enough to go to the Feds,
tell him all the illegal shit we've done.
[Keith] Oh! Oh!
Like the Audi Play.
[Keith groans]
You all right?
[imitates flatulence]
- Oh! Oh! - [flushes toilet]
[Keith] Oh, sorry, man! Can we talk later?
You know what? Maybe I should call his bluff,
you know, send the Yakuza over there
- to beat the shit out of him. - Oh, Jesus, the pain!
- The pain! - [Mo] He's gotta know
he's not dealing with a businessman
right now, Keith. He's dealing
with a fucking criminal!
No, no, no, no, no!
No, God, fuck no. Jesus,
[Keith] Fuck piss. Shit no.
I'm gonna give you a little privacy, all right?
Sounds good man. Sounds good.
Good plan. Good talk, all right?
[slow dance music playing]
Okay, girl, I don't know why-- you can--oh!
Oh, Mo.
Oh, my gosh, thank you so much for getting us
the floor. What a great venue.
Yeah, yeah.
- Congrats. - Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, hey, let's see if we can get
a bridesmaid or something to hold your hair, okay?
'Cause I got some real shit I gotta deal with right now.
Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have to go deal
with a deal with my husband?
'Cause shouldn't I be there too?
[whispering] I'm in. We're doing the Me Play.
♪ dramatic music ♪
[laughs] Wait a minute, what?
Hey, man, it's cool.
It's cool. I get it.
I mean, this marriage has always been bullshit
on some level anyway.
Just like theatre camp,
I'm always getting fucked by gay guys.
♪♪♪
[laughs] Wait a minute, what are you--
Duh. Blair's gay.
My hubby likes chubby. Mm.
Gotta go find the ladies' room.
- That's the men's. - Oopsies!
[laughs]
♪♪♪
- What happened? - What'd you get?
I'm out.
Fuck you and the SEC.
Do your fucking worst.
AH, fuck!
My bisque!
[sighs]
Have a seat. We gotta talk.
Oh, Jesus.
Blair's trying to make a move against both of us.
All right, look, Mo, I know this wedding's
got your brain cross-wired and shit,
but honestly, these-- these mind games
that you're pulling--it's-- it's getting sad.
Listen, I just bumped into Tiff, all right?
Now, she's pretty plastered, but she still managed
to drop a couple bombshells, like one,
she knows about, and is in on the Georgina Play,
because two, her marriage is a fraud,
because three, Blair is gay.
Oh, come on!
Whoo! I'm back.
Keith!
Sorry I was acting weird,
but now I'm ready to talk about
illegal shit, Georgina shit...
Wanna commit a murder? Let's do it. I'm in. Let's go.
[Dawn] Keith, can you give us a sec?
Your boy Mo here is jealous, as usual,
and now he's trying to convince me
that Blair is a gay criminal mastermind.
Yeah, of course Blair's gay. I thought everyone knew that.
[Dawn] Wait, how the fuck do you know?
How the fuck does he know?
I-I-I don't know. I'm just saying,
maybe, like, Mo and I--
we have just better gay radar than you.
It's--I wish there was an easier way to say that,
like a sniglet.
What the fuck he just say?
Yeah, it is a little clunky.
[Keith] Oh, got it.
Navi-gay-tion.
Holy shit!
I'm back, baby! I gotta do some coke.
Okay, Dawn?
[Mo] I'm sorry. I'm not bullshitting you.
You're always bullshitting me. All right, that's it.
Wait a second.
♪ somber music ♪
♪♪♪
Recognize this?
♪♪♪
Is that--
Yeah.
I told you, when it comes to real shit,
I'm as real as it gets.
♪♪♪
Now think about it. Why would he ask
for six percent on the nose?
When five percent gets it done.
It's a done deal. Six percent,
I'd lose control of the Jammer Group.
I can't do that.
He knows that. He's stalling.
'Cause he's trying to run the Georgina Play for himself.
Exactly.
Fuck!
[sighs] Oh, God. W-wait.
Why is he dating me?
[Mo] Maybe he thought he could get your shares
or just throw us off the scent, you know,
try to take our eyes off the prize.
I don't know.
Damn, damn, damn!
I swear, I am gonna kill that motherfucker!
Dawn, Dawn, listen.
Now, I know I've been shitty to you
- in the past... - Yeah.
...And the recent past...
Yeah.
- ...And this morning. - Yeah.
But--but it's gotta be you and me now,
okay? Together.
Partners.
♪♪♪
Partners.
So what do we do now?
♪♪♪
Well...
...now we give him exactly what he wants.
[Blair sighs]
Well, all things considered, it was a decent wedding.
[Tiff] It was a great wedding.
- [both chuckle] - [Tiff] Oh, hey.
So in the end, this earring
tie pin thingy--
it actually was kind of lucky, huh?
Hm.
I want you to have the other one
to remember me by.
To remember you by.
How could I forget you?
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You're my first,
and my wife.
I-I'm...
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I'm really sorry, Tiff.
It's okay.
I'm a lot.
[laughs]
I am, and it's--
Look, it's--
it's okay to be confused.
I mean, not everyone can be as sure of themselves as I am.
[laughs]
I do love you.
I love you, too.
[sighs]
To the Georgina Play.
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To the Georgina Play.
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To the Georgina Play.
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Oh, I need
- to say it, too? - Well, I mean--
I thought it was implied.
To the Georgina Play.
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