This is such a beautiful moment.

She's got a lady friend.

She pretty?

Is she bad?

She sure is.

She done a lot for Duke, too.

And she's pretty, too.

And so is the love nest for Claude and his beautiful bride.

I prefer to consider Claude and his beautiful Parisian bride as entering wedlock.

She says you look different.

She's flying her here personally for the nuptials.

She's been frolicating around like a chicken in the corn crib.

Before she come along, Duke was feeling lower and a snake's belly and a wagon rut, but look at him now.

She's running and jumping and just playing around and... What are you holding under the table, Uncle Jay?

A bridesmaid?

He had a clip, and a manicure, and a dye job.

Epping, you had a beau driving up in a fancy car and a hugging and a kissing you.

And a fine figure of a man, too.

A diamond choker.

Old Duke's happier than a cat at a fish fry.