Back to Malia and Rich, who are meeting with their "celebrity" photographer at a cigar bar, of all the random places in the universe. Malia, clearly impressed, immediately begins to cry when she sees how "movie star" her shit is going to be. She's rocking the "tremble-chin" that people get when they're trying to hold back tears. The photographer is certain that they're "going to have a great time." All righty, then.
Rich's best man, Kevin, is on the scene as well, and once they're done with the "celebrity" photographer, Malia takes a "movie star" moment to break Kevin's "celebrity" balls. First, she gets on his case about covering his tattoos, none of which would be visible if he's wearing a tuxedo anyway. Malia then threatens to "castrate" Kevin if he fails in any of the myriad duties he has accepted as best man.
She's also clearly concerned about the bachelor party. In fact, she reveals that she doesn't want Rich to even have one. She keeps trying to convince Kevin that instead of strippers, they should get Rich tattooed. Which, okay, I love tattoos as much as the next guy, but...come on. Strippers! They're so fun! And athletic. Um...er...so I hear! Heh heh... Kevin: "I think we need to do that. Yeah, we need to see strippers, absolutely." Yeah, wrong answer, Broseph. "We gotta get that out of his system and you two will live happily ever after." Malia interviews: "I'm gonna have to stir shit up, because I really don't want Rich to have a bachelor party, but I'm telling all his friends he can do whatever he wants to do. I'm sort of using reverse psychology." No, you're really not.