Name One

“All right. Here’s the plan.”

“Oh, boy. Here we go.”

“Lizzie, you’re such a negative person.”

“Yeah? Well, Lucky, you’re biased. You keep forgetting–your plans never work.”

“That’s so not true. They work plenty of times.”

“Name one.”

“We don’t have time for this game.”

“Ha! You can’t think of one.”

“All right, smart ass. Think of one time when it didn’t go well.”

“Well, let’s see. Your anniversary with Gia?”

“We don’t have to bring that up.”

“Oh, no, no. You asked. You remember that night? I helped you set up a romantic dinner with candlelight, one of Sonny’s dinners and how do you repay me?”

“Lizzie?”

“You forget to show up. I have never met someone who sleeps through two alarm clocks, sixteen calls and someone pounding on the door. My god, you’re insane.”

“Look, Gia brings up that up every single time. You don’t need to do it, too.”

“And then there was the time where you tried to get rid of that guy.”

“Hey, that worked!”

“Worked? Worked? You must be on drugs.”

“I got rid of him didn’t I?”

“Right. And I think he just got out of the hospital.”

“How’s that my fault?”

“Who’s bright idea was it to tell that guy that Jason was single and wanted a date?”

“Hey! He kept hitting on me!”

“That doesn’t mean you give him Jason’s number! Jesus, Lucky. He kept hitting on Jason!”

“Well, you didn’t have to hit him.”

“I still maintain he kicked himself in the balls.”

“Ha! Likely story. Can we please get back to the point?”

“Which is?”

“The plan, Elizabeth. The plan!”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to let you help.”

“I am a very intelligent and sneaky person when I need to be.”

“Right. You also worship yourself.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with having your own religion.”

“There is when you’re the only one who practices it.”

“You’re not being fair. And we’re getting off topic.”

“Lucky, for the last time–you’re not planning my bachelorette party!”

“Give me one good reason why not.”

“You’re a guy.”

“Yeah? That has what to do with it?”

“If you need me to tell you, you’ve got much bigger problems than I thought.”

“Hey, I’m the reason you’re getting married.”

“Yes. That’s right. You did set me up with Jason.”

“See?”

“Well, Lucky, go ask him if you can plan his bachelor–you know what? I changed my mind.”

“No, hey, that’s a great idea!”

“I just thought of what your kind of bachelor party would entail. You’re not planning his party either. You’d end up hiring Courtney as the stripper and then you’d stop breathing.”

“Yeah. If I saw her naked, any man would stop breathing. Man, she’s got a large–”

“No–because I’d kill you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“You know–maybe I should stick to photography.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

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