Harvey, how many times have I told you not to leave an estate without telling me?
Aw, mom...
Get in the car, we're going home.
But mom, we're getting married!
To this trash? I don't think so.
Excuse me?
Roll with it, Mom.
I'm counting to three, Harvey. One... Two...
I'm going. I'm going.
Keep the robe.
Thanks. I'm not wearing pants.
Harvey, do I have to put you on my knees?
I'm going. I'm going.
He's really a good boy, but these things happen when you marry a first cousin.
I'd say they're lucky to have opposable thumbs.





