*Script
What did you do that made
Mr. Big so mad at you?
I, uh... I may have sold him
a very expensive wall rug
that was made from the fur
of a skunk's butt.
Oh, sweet cheese 'n crackers.
- Is that Mr. Big?
- No.
- What about him? Is that him?
- No.
- That's gotta be him.
- Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking!
Huh.
Mr. Big, sir,
this is a simple misunder...
Hmmph.
Yeah.
This is a simple misunderstanding.
You come here unannounced on the
day my daughter is to be married.
Well, actually, we were brought here
against our will, so...
Point is, I did not know
that it was your car,
and I certainly did not know about
your daughter's wedding!
I trusted you, Nicky.
I welcomed you into my home.
We broke bread together.
Grandmama made you a cannoli.
And how did you repay my generosity?