And I do. I dream about it,but I don't want to tell her
about it 'cause she's notin the dream, you know?
It's my dream, man.
In my dream, I'm gettingmarried to Princess Leia.
My best man's a dragon.What do you want? It's a dream.
At the reception, we all go swimming in a pool of guacamole.
I don't even knowwhy I'm sleeping.
There's a guy named Chip there.
We keep throwing him in.
Chip's in the guacamole again,man!
Whoo! I never want to wake up.
All my friends are gettingmarried, all of them.
I was in five weddingsin the last two years.
I was everything: I was best man
all the way to ninth guyin the row.
That's not a good spot, is it?
It's never, like,"You're my best friend.
I need you to be my ninth guyin the row."
It's more, like, "Listen, man,"my wife's got a lot more
friends than I do.
"You mind coming outon Saturday?
"Did you get your thank-you cardin the mail?
"It just says,'Thanks for making
our special day symmetrical."
I hope I get married one day,but I hope
we got a similar amountof friends, you know?
I don't want to be one of thoseguys that are like my brother,
my best friend, the guy thatsold me the ring, his brother,
my wife's ex-boyfriend... Idon't know this many dudes.