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It's Sunday, the start of a new week here at Final Film Scenes. My lovely friend Jane Morison has suggested I do my favorite comedies this week. So there will be a number of repeats. Like last week there will be a lot of very easy ones, like todays. So no comments that it's too easy, okay. Also the films aren't in any order, but they are seven of my favorite comedies. So what film ends with this scene?: minimalist wedding dress

Osgood is waiting impatiently on the pier. He hears something, looks off toward the beach.
Jerry and Joe, still wearing their wigs and girls' coats, come scrambling down the steps, race across the planking toward the pier.
On the pier, Osgood's face lights up. Jerry comes puffing up the stairs, followed by Joe.

This is my friend Josephine -- she's going to be a bridesmaid.

Pleased to meet you.

JERRY (grabbing him)
Come on!

He practically drags Osgood down the stairs leading to the motorboat.

OSGOOD (over his shoulder, to Joe)
She's so eager!

Swooping down from the beach on a bicycle comes Sugar, pumping like mad. The bicycle bounces down the steps, and Sugar pedals across the planking, sounding her HORN.
Osgood and Jerry have settled themselves in the front seat of the motorboat, and Joe is getting into the rear seat when he hears the SOUND of the bicycle HORN. He looks back.
Osgood starts the motor. Sugar comes racing up the stairs tot he pier, leans over the railing.

SUGAR (calling down)
Wait for Sugar!

She hurries toward the other staircase.
In the motorboat, Osgood turns to Jerry.

Another bridesmaid?
Flower girl.

Sugar comes charging down the stairs, starts to get into the rear seat beside Joe.

Sugar! What do you think you're doing?

I told you -- I'm not very bright.

JERRY (clapping Osgood on the back)
Let's go!

The motorboat takes off with a ROAR.
In the back seat, Joe is removing his wig and coat.

You don't want me, Sugar -- I'm a liar and a phony -- a saxophone player -- one of those no-goodnicks you've been running away from --

I know. (hitting her head) Every time!

Do yourself a favor -- go back where the millionaires are -- the sweet end of the lollipop -- not the cole slaw in the face and the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste --
That's right -- pour it on. (twines her arms around his neck) Talk me out of it.

She kisses him resoundingly, bending him over backwards till they are both practically out of sight.
Up front, Osgood is blithely steering the boat, keeping his eyes straight ahead. Jerry is looking over his shoulder at the activities in the back seat.

I called Mama -- she was so happy she cried -- she wants you to have her wedding gown -- it's white lace.

JERRY (steeling himself)
Osgood -- I can't get married in your mother's dress. She and I -- we' not built the same way.

We can have it altered.

JERRY (firmly)
Oh, no you don't! Look, Osgood -- I'm going to level with you. We can't get married at all.

Why not?

Well, to begin with, I'm not a natural blonde.

OSGOOD (tolerantly)
It doesn't matter.

And I smoke. I smoke all the time.
I don't care.

And I have a terrible past. For three years now, I've been living with a saxophone player.

I forgive you.

JERRY (with growing desperation) And I can never have children.

We'll adopt some.

But you don't understand! (he rips off his wig; speaking in a male voice) I'm a MAN!

OSGOOD (oblivious)
Well -- nobody's perfect.

Jerry looks at Osgood, who is grinning from ear to ear, claps his hand to his forehead. How is he going to get himself out of this?
But that's another story -- and we're not quite sure the public is ready for it.