[before Tommy and Heather's wedding]
Tommy Lee:
She's really gonna marry me, huh? This isn't some kind of a sick joke, is it?
Mick Mars:
Life's a sick joke.
Tommy Lee:
[fixing his bowtie]
Hey, what time is it? I think we should get out there. Hey, Nikki, let's hit it. You guys ready?
[Nikki is sleeping on the couch]
Tommy Lee:
Yo, best man! Let's go! I got a wife waiting. Come on.
[Nikki is out cold]
Tommy Lee:
You fucking kidding me?
[Tommy approaches Nikki]
Tommy Lee:
Hey, Nikki. Wake up, asshole.
Nikki Sixx:
What the fuck, dude?
Tommy Lee:
Jesus!
Nikki Sixx:
I'm good. It's all good.
Tommy Lee:
You're most definitely not all good, man. But, whatever, just clean up...
[Nikki gets up and stumbles on the coffee table]
Tommy Lee:
Hey! Hey, get your shit together! I don't want Heather to be embarrassed, okay?
Nikki Sixx:
I'm embarrassing? Cool.
[Nikki drinks a beer]
Nikki Sixx:
Let's go marry your fancy ass TV chick in this fancy ass hotel.
Tommy Lee:
Hey, are you gonna do this on the happiest day of my life, asshole?
Nikki Sixx:
The happiest day of your life? Nah, the happiest day of your life was when I let you join my band.
[Tommy takes off his bowtie and walks away from Nikki]
Tommy Lee:
Shall I get someone else to stand up there with me or what?
Vince Neil:
Don't look at me, man.
Mick Mars:
I'll do it, drummer.
[Mick gets up]
Nikki Sixx:
I-I-I've already got the fucking rings. Let's just go.
[Tommy walks out of the living room while Nikki struggles to put on his jacket and falls on the coffee table again]
Nikki Sixx:
Shit!
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