Rusty: You see that, Mike? That's the way you congratulate a guy.
Mike: Don't tell me how to do things. You didn't even ask me if you could have your wedding at my house. I had to find out through the mail.
Rusty: Are you sure I didn't ask you? Who- Who was I talking to about it, then? Oh, I know. It was the guy from the liquor store. Yeah. His name's Mike, also, or Spike. Anyways...
Mike: Rusty, you're not having your wedding at my house.
Rusty: Come on, man. That's what families are for: houses, kidneys.
Mike: You didn't even show up at my wedding.
Rusty: It wasn't at my house. You know, listen. Once old junkyard Joe kicks it under a pile of newspapers, we're only gonna have each other. You know? I mean, you're my brother, Mike. You're my best man. Yeah, y-you're the best man I know.