The first time I rode in a limo I was five. I was on the way over to my grandfather’s funeral. I suppose, in a way, I still am.
Stuart, don’t get married. Look, I’m sorry. Being in a couple is hard. And committing, making sacrifices, it’s hard. But if it’s the right person, then it’s easy. Looking at that girl and knowing she’s all you really want out of life, that should be the easiest thing in the world, and if it’s not like that, then she’s not the one. I’m sorry.
Isn’t that hauntingly beautiful?