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I've stopped believing.

Lose the Trapper Keeper.

Not in some depressed, "I'm gonna cry during my toast" way.

All my friends from high school-- they're here with their wives, their kids.

So glad you all made it.

We're here tonight to celebrate love.

Sounds like high school all over again.

You nailed it. And, hey, just be glad it's not the ducky tie.

I know which ones will work in New York.

Wait. You said you never called her.

- No. - Not even remotely.

* That-that-that-that-- That-that-that-that *

All I wanna do is put her little feet in my mouth.

Every single play I run on women...

Hey. Hey. Guys, uh, before we go,

So now I seem like a total train wreck to all my old high school friends.