Girls Night Out (Girls' Night Out)

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So, go ahead. Tell the truth.

Tell people what really happened that night.

You poured me a glass of scotch...

Where are we going?

I told you it was a surprise. - I hate surprises.

You were surprised when I proposed.

That's what you think. - Seriously? How did you know?

Whenever you're nervous about something,

you do this twitchy thing with your eyebrow.

Wha-what, like a tic? - Sort of.

If you would take the blindfold off, I could demonstrate.

Oh, nice try! - I think it's adorable.

It's like you have a built-in lie detector.

Aw, I'm never gonna be able to get away with anything with you. - Nope!

You're a terrible liar, and I love you for it. I'm pretty sure

my eyeballs are sweating. - A couple more minutes.

Though the blindfold is pretty sexy.

If this was just a ploy to get me to wear a blindfold,

you're in trouble. (beeping) - Oh! It's go time!

The anticipation's killing me! - Trust me, you're gonna love it.

Two... - How many total?

...three, four... five. There's six total,

so number six and you're good. - I made it?

OK...

OK. Hold tight, hold tight. - I'm holding.

Oh man... - Psi Beta Kappa Pi surprise!

Oh my God! What are you doing here?

You cannot invite us to your wedding and then tell us

not to throw you a bachelorette party. - We were forced to surprise you

with one instead. - How long did you know

about this? - Oh, about a month. No twitch?

I'm very impressed. - I tracked him down

through Facebook. I'm Joelle, by the way. It's nice to officially meet you.

I'm sorry! Reese, these are my very best friends from college.

It's Joelle, Rebecca and Sadie.

Great to finally meet you all! - You too! - Oh my God!

This thing is like wearing a Tesla on your finger!

It's his grandmother's diamond, but he picked out

the setting himself. - I officially

grant you permission to marry this woman.

And to provide dates for all of her friends.

Uh, when was the last time you were all together?

God, at least four years now. - It wasn't that long.

Yes, it was New Year's Eve 2013 in Vegas.

How could I forget that? - The only thing

McKenzie tells me about college is that it was a crazy blur.

Well, that might have something to do with her "Special K" brownies.

Oh! So, you're a baker! - Was! Past life.

I think there's a Cubs game you're missing...

No, I wanna hear more about this Special K.

Another time! - It was nice meeting you all. - You too!

Be right back. Thank you so much for this.

I'm just glad I finally got to meet your friends.

They seem great. - Yeah, we had some crazy times together.

I don't wanna know, do I? - I'll call you later. - No, don't worry about it.

Just focus on having a good time tonight. Not too good.

I love you like crazy. - I love you too.

OK, OK! Enough of that!

Let's go! We promise to take really good care of her tonight.

Come on! - Bye! - (all): Bye!

Pure modesty? - I don't know. Maybe.

Thongs, in general. - Just in the front. Maybe if you're shy in the front.

Right up your butt! - Just only in the front. - Only in the front.

I feel really good about the back, though. - It's coming off anyway.

OK. My turn.

Wow! - For you. - Nice wrapping job,

Martha Stewart. - Saving the best for last. - OK.

Oh my God! - Whoo! - Naughty Martha!

Whoa! - I'm sorry. I had to. I couldn't resist.

OK, I would like to propose a toast.

Oh! - To Kenzie, the first Psi Beta to get hitched.

Hmm! - To Kenzie! - Thank you, guys.

Oh, you know, and I would like to propose a toast to Joelle,

who organized this entire night and got the gang all back together again.

Thank you, Joe. - I couldn't let you get away that easily.

What about you, Kenz? You still writing? - Sort of,

if writing about razor blades counts. - Oh no!

See, I always thought you would be off somewhere really exotic

like Uganda, writing about the refugee crisis.

Well, the world seems more interested in hearing about a revolutionary close shave

with virtually no missed hairs. - Well, you always were

a great writer. - Well, never let a man distract you from your dreams.

What are you talking about? - I'm talking about Reese.

As soon as you met the man, you completely disappeared!

That's not true! - Come on. Well, we had to find out through Facebook

that you were engaged, and then we all got some random e-vite

to your wedding along with 500 people I've never even heard of. - OK, that part is true.

You know what? I think she's just a little bit embarrassed by us.

What? - I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You're right. I should've called.

OK, well, we're all here now, right? That's what matters.

For what it's worth, it feels like no time has passed.

Cheers to that. - Yes. - Someone fire the bartender...

All right, all right! - ...this glass is empty.

Typical Sadie!

...right full to the brim. Oh, more! - What?

OK! - Cheers!

I'm gonna go to the bathroom. - OK!

Should we sit? - Whoo! - Let's sit.

We shall sit. - We should drink!

- - Reese!

- - Uh, it feels like it, sort of.

- - Yeah!

I just- I needed to hear your voice.

- [You know, I'm happy to strap on my finest pair of stilettos and join you ladies, ]

Probably not.

I miss you like crazy.

Bye, babe.

You think she's doing OK?

She seems great! - I think she's telling herself she's great.

Wait. I'm sorry. Are you a surgeon or a psychiatrist?

What? I didn't say there was anything wrong with it. It's what we'd all do.

We really shouldn't be talking about this right now. - Well, does anyone even know

where he is?

Let me guess. Brandon?

Sorry. - It's been 9 years. - I know!

I just wish the monster was behind bars right now.

Well, at least he never made it to the NHL. - He ever try to contact you?

Just once. When he found out I was engaged, he sent two dozen white roses.

Jesus! That's creepy. - Yeah. - What? What did you do?

I threw them out and got another restraining order against him.

You know, there's a 10-year statute of limitations on rape.

Here we go. - It was obvious you didn't get a fair trial. You could easily

go back and refile. - And go through hell again? - I just think a judge today

would see things very differently. - Yeah, he'd get six months

in a county jail and then go on a national tour speaking out

against the consequences of too much drinking. I've moved on,

Rebecca. You should too.

It's over.

OK. You're right.

I'm sorry. - OK,

enough about the past. - Yes! - This night

is about celebrating the future. - Whoo-hoo! - I'll drink to that!

Stand up! You get this. - Wow!

Whoo-hoo! - Sexy!

And you're also... - Oh!

...wearing this. - Glorious.

Beautiful. Bride's last ride.

I look like I'm dressed for a wedding and a funeral.

Oh, well, you know what they say. Till death do us part! - Yes!

Drink up, ladies! - (all): Cheers!

Oh... really gross.

Wait, wait! Hold on! Where's my phone? We need a selfie.

Get over here! - Oh! I'm not ready. - I know! Ready?

OK, let's go! We're wasting so much time! - Sadie, will you grab my purse?

Yes.

Let's go! - Whoo!

Let's do this.

Whoo!

Don't fall out!

I think that the worst, the worst was when they made us

eat dog food. - No! - No, wait, wait, wait!

What about urinal cake pops? - No!

I cannot hear that without wanting to throw up.

How do I not remember that? - Um, probably because McKenzie over here

stepped it up and licked your cake pop when you were too freaked out to do it.

Excuse me! I'm- I'm sure that's true.

You were always the nice one! - I'm not that nice.

Just until she gets a couple drinks in her and then it's... - Yes, yes, yes!

Like Daytona. - No! Oh my God!

Don't bring that up. - I'm sorry. - I think some things

are better left in the past! - OK, hold up. But serious question for a second.

Do you think that if we hadn't been forced to eat dog food together, would we be as close

as we are now? - Hundred percent! - Really?

Yeah! Pledges today don't have to do half the crap we did back then.

It's true. - It is not what you eat.

It is who you eat it with. - Yes! - I will drink to that.

Cheers! - Whoo! - Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Excuse me! - Aw, come on!

Oh, "wish you were here" with a... one, two, three,

seven heart emojis! - I'm sorry!

I don't know what that means! - I will stop. - Really? Will you?

I don't think so, so here you go! - All mine!

OK, listen, this is the first night in, like, years that I haven't had to deal

with some gruesome medical emergency, so we are going all out. Deal?

Deal, whatever that means. - Last night of freedom, baby.

Fiancé-free night, baby!

Keep your eyes closed. No peeking! - I can't see anything. OK.

We got you! - We got you!

Step up and down. - OK.

Keep your eyes closed. - They're closed!

No peeking! - I am not. I'm too afraid. - All right. You ready?

Mm-hmm. - Open!

Lumberjacks? Are you serious? - We figured it was our duty

to give back to the only establishment on the North Side that would serve us

when we were underage. - Yes, that is... This was your idea.

All right, wait. Let's take a picture. Picture, picture, picture!

More like blackmail time. - Cheese!

Cute! - OK! Can we go?

All right, wait! Let me post, then we go. Let me post it! - Posting...

Done! - Yes! - You can go.

Ah, divorce party, ladies.

That's our future! - I should give them my business card.

Kenzie, do it!

(all): Do it!

Where's the bathroom? - It's in the back.

My turn! Whoo! Whoo-hoo!

(all): Cheers!

Oh my God!

Oh, McKenzie. Happy birthday.