Oh, it's no use.

With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.

Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine.

Mrs. Everglot.

You look ravishing this evening.

What's that, Mr. Everglot? Call you Dad? If you insist, sir.

With this candle, I will light your way in darkness.

With this ring...

...I ask you to be mine.

I do.

-A new arrival. -He must've fainted.

-Are you all right? -What--? What happened?

By Jove, man. Looks like we've got ourselves a breather.

-Does he have a dead brother? -He's still soft.

A toast, then.

To the newlyweds.

Newlyweds?

In the woods, you said your vows so perfectly.

I did?

I did.