Palm Springs

Wake up.

Good morning!

That's a good leg.

Okay, fine.

But we have to be fast.

Are you close?

I really can't start sweating, baby.

Yeah, I'm working on it, darling.

- Okay. -

Okay, I'm sorry. I have to get ready.

I'm so sorry.

It's so bright in here, too. It's just--

And then your sweat.

I'm sorry. You can watch me, though.

Watch me!

Yeah, okay, that's romantic.

What the hell?

Oh my God. Shit!

Shit! Shit!

Oh my God. Shit!

My grandma's ring's not in my jewelry case.

Shit!

Oh my God. Shit! Shit!

No offense, Ny-Ny, but I really have never had an issue with a guy

coming before, you know.

Never. Not in my life. Usually, it's the opposite problem.

And don't say it's like the age thing. Because I've had older boyfriends.

- It's the age thing. - Not the age thing.

It's not you, it's me.

Yeah, no shit.

I meant it's you, it's not me.

- You're so funny, Nyles. Oh my God, you're hilarious.

Hey, Misty.

What?

- Will you kill me? - Nyles!

Look, I know weddings make you super weird, super uncomfortable,

but please, I'm begging you do not bring our drama here, okay.

Because this is truly a sacred day,

and it doesn't belong to us.

This day belongs to Tala, and it belongs to Abe.

You gonna be happy?

Are you gonna be smiley?

That's a weird smile.

Whoo!

Ha ha.

Shukran.

Good day so far?

- Today, tomorrow, yesterday, it's all the same.

You? - Today is young.

Ask me again at the end.

Anything can happen.

Not today, sauce pot.

That's a nice try, though.

How gorgeous are these two?

I mean, hashtag lifegoals, am I right, you guys?

But, um, no, seriously, okay, guys,

we're all part of this gorgeous tapestry--

No, come on, throw me a bone.

This isn't the day for moderation.

It's not good wine.

I don't care.

- Okay, I decided to Google the two most important things about marriage:

love and commitment.

Love is to feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone,

and we all know these two li'l freaks are fine in that department, right?

And commitment is the state

or quality of being dedicated to a cause,

activity, et cetera.

Oh, she's done.

Whoo!

Thank you.

I love you guys. Um, so without further ado,

I'd like to welcome up the actual big sister

of the bride, Sarah.

Get on up there, peanut.

- No one told me that I was supposed to make a speech.

- Of course you're supposed to give a speech, you're the maid of honor.

It's-- it's your main job.

She's been drinking, Howard.

Sarah.

Bonsoir, mi família

et amici!

- Who is that? Nyles, what are you doing?

- Going in for the save, babe. I'd like to share my thoughts on love.

- What are you talking about? No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. - Yes, yes, yes, yes.

- Who's this guy? - Misty's boyfriend.

Why is he dressed for a luau?

Oh my God, Nyles.

We are born

lost.

Then... we're found,

but we're all just lost, am I right?

Oh my God.

However, in the darkness

comes light.

Tala Anne Wilder and Abraham Eugene Trent Schlieffen,

who do not look like siblings,

You see, their optimism, their selflessness,

it's in their blood.

And Tala,

there's something that a lot of people here don't know about you,

but they should.

I hope you don't mind.

It's not just time and money that Tala has given to so many charitable causes,

she has also donated of herself.

Bone marrow.

That's right.

- How did he know that? - I don't know.

She gave hers

to her baby brother Nico,

saving his life.

But now it's time for us to give to you.

Here you are

standing on the precipice of something so much bigger than anyone here.

And it may be frightening and filled with doubt.

But always remember:

you are not alone.

Everyone here is your family.

We are your world.

And we will cheer you on with delight in our eyes

as you achieve your wildest dreams.

So raise a glass.

We may be born lost,

but now

you are found.

Cheers.

Cheers.

- Wait, what? - Let's dance.

I already told you no earlier, Randy.

What, what makes you think that I changed my mind?

I don't know, you've had more to drink?

- You can't say that to me, man. - Whatever, I don't need a lecture.

What are you smelling?

Orchid Explosion by Fournier.

Right?

Yeah.

That's very weird.

Well, I know my hair mists.

I dated a girl who used to bathe in it.

Well, I, I don't like it.

Tala got it for me as a birthday present last year

and if I didn't wear it, she'd, she'd murder me.

That makes sense.

- Here are the drinks you didn't pick up from the bar.

Thank you!

I always get an extra one. Save myself a trip.

Or you might just be an alcoholic?

Hmm. Could be.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

You're Misty's boyfriend?

I don't think that we met at the rehearsal dinner last night.

- I'm Sarah. - Nyles.

- Hi. - Hi.

So what's your deal, you don't dance?

- Plantar fasciitis, actually. - Ah, respect.

- Dear, I have been to more weddings in my life

than you can imagine--

- You might be surprised. - And I have to say

that your speech is the best wedding speech I've ever heard.

Shukran.

Wow!

Thank you.

That feels good.

Yeah, I bet.

But you don't actually believe any of the shit that you said?

Not a word of it.

We're all fucking alone.

Hey, uh, you don't want to maybe

go someplace where we could be alone, do you?

Wow!

That is very forward of you.

What's your rush?

Well, it's just, you know,

your dad and mom are about to-- - Step-mom. My mom's dead.

Oh.

Yeah, well, um,

they're about to sing a song and I,

I just can't handle that right now.

And, uh,

what would Misty think about us running off together?

I have a feeling she'd be okay with it.