Spending some quiet time just you and your very best friend.
Is that good luck? Is that bad luck?
I think-- I think it's good luck.
How did I get you?
Honestly. How did I-- How did I get that lucky?
You're part of the plan. My plan. Step one: Meet an incredibly sweet, smart, sexy man.Done. Step two?Marry you instead.And step three--It's easy.Be gentle. Move someplace warmer.
*Shiny, happy people laughing*
*Meet me in the crowd*
*People, people*
*Throw your love around*
*Love me, love me*
*Take it into town*
*Happy, happy*
*Put it in the ground*
*Where the flowers grow*
*Gold and silver shine*
*Shiny, happy people holding hands*
*Shiny, happy people*
What I do know is that I have a tendency to surprise myself.
*One love*
*Let's get together and*
*Feel all right*
*The children cryin'*
*Sayin' give thanks and praise*
*Feel all right*
*And feel all right*
*Let them all pass all their*
*Dirty remarks*
*There is one question*
*To save his own beliefs*
*One love*
*Around the block just one more time*
*We're rockin' the suburbs*
*We part the shades and face some facts*
*They got better looking fescue*
I'm just trying to remember us from before.
You mean those, younger-
Yeah. Sexier, better-looking people?
Yeah. I remember them. I remember them vaguely.
I miss them.
Mmm. They're here.
They're here. They're just really tired.
Nobody tells you how much you have to give up.
I feel like they do tell you, but you don't listen 'or you think, "Ah, they're just miserable."
I've given up so much of what made me who I am.
But I can't say that because--
I'm a very bad person if I say that.
But I feel it. I really do.
I feel it sometimes. I just-- I just want you to know that.
I do know that. And you can say it. I say it.
But I did make a choice.
I made a choice, and even if it's harder than I thought...
I don't regret it.
I am very sure.
''Cause it kinda has like a "there's no place like home" feeling to it.
I just think these things are gonna happen and we're gonna get through them.
And we'll just do it together. Together.
Getting rid of Marley is not gonna fix anything. No.
And getting rid of you isn't gonna fix anything either.
*Happiness more or less*
*It's just a change in me Something in my liberty*
*Oh, my, my*
*Happiness, coming and going*
*I watch you look at me Watch my fever growing*
*I know just where I am*
*Well, I'm a lucky man*
*With fire in my hands*
What I'm trying to say is our life is here and I'm okay with that.
Our life is wherever we are. That's it.
*Walking down*
*By the river*
*Water running*
*Through my knees*
*Oh, mighty river*
*I would love to be like you*
Are you happy?
I mean, none of this was part of the plan.
No. No, it wasn't part of the plan.
But it's so much better.
I'm just sort of done making plans.
doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb.
Give 'em your heart and he'll give you his.
How many people can you say that about?
How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special?
How many people can make you feel... extraordinary?
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