Transcript (en)

Marge and I are getting married. How? How? Yesterday you were ogling girls on the terrace. Today you're getting married? That's absurd. I love Marge. You love me. You're not marrying me. Tom, I don't love you. No, I don't mean that as a threat. To be honest, I'm a little relieved you're going. I think we've seen enough of each other for a while. What? You can be a leech. You know that. And it's boring. You can be quite boring. The funny thing is I'm not pretending to be somebody else, and you are. Boring I been absolutely honest with you about my feelings Boring But you first of all I know there something That evening when we played chess for instance it was obvious What evening? Oh, sure, no, no. It's too dangerous for you to take on. Oh, no, no. Well, we're brothers. Hey. And then you do this sordid thing with Marge, fucking her on the boat while we all have to listen, which was excruciating, and you follow your cock around like a... And now you're getting married. No, I'm bewildered. Forgive me. You're lying to Marge, and then you're getting married to her. You're knocking up Silvana. You're ruining everybody. You want to play the sax. You want to play the drums. Which is it, Dickie? What do you actually play? Who are you? Huh? Some third-class moose. Who are you? Who are you to say anything to me? Who are you to tell me anything? Actually, I really, really do not want to be on this boat with you. I can't move without you. You're moving. The chef gives me the creeps. You give me the creeps. You can't move without Dicky, Dicky, Dicky like a little girl all the time. Oh, God, Dicky. God's... Oh, God!