Phil has just discovered that his girlfriend of five months is
I love you, you know. The whole way over here I kept finding myself thinking about what I would want to do for my bachelor party. Or would I even want one. And that whole thing with the horses pulling them up to the chapel or whatever-the-f##k they’re doing, I keep thinking what a stupid idea that is and how I sure don’t want any horses at my wedding. [...] But I never thought about that before. That kind of thing. I’ve been to weddings. That sh#t has never registered. And the registry. The whole, “hey, buy me a gift” thing. “This gift,” you know. I don’t want that at my wedding.
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