Jane Brody was, "as plain as dirt and tough as nails," so her mail-order suitor Ethan Phillips has declared. He also declared that she was, "one hell of a cook and could sing like a lark" especially when she sang that haunting ballad The Never-Ending Road. Their many, often humorous confrontations in which her prim frumpish ways clash with her crude sardonic manner, threaten to destroy their precarious relationship at any given moment.
What Jane, the perennial wallflower, becomes entangled in a love triangle with Ethan and the lovable Irish moonshiner, Sean O'Mallery, Ethan is at a loss as how to cope and if left ponder his belief that either bad luck runs in three or that the third time can also be lucky.
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