6:30 at the Presbyterian Church on Beach Street.

- I've been there. - We had our rehearsal there last night.

That's right, we did! It went well?

- Yes, it did, but it doesn't count. - Good.

- No? - The wedding counts, and I want you to promise me...

on everything between us that you'll be there, okay?

I'd rather die than disappoint you.

Well, this is going to be the very last time I try to marry you.

I imagine so.

I know that I love you,

but I'm not sure that you can love me.

That's ridiculous.

I love you with all my heart.

With every cell, with every molecule, with every atom.

I love you on a subatomic level.

Hmm! Prove it to me tonight at 6:30.

Prove what, honey?

- That you love me. - I love you.

- 6:30. - Good luck.

Thank you, Betty.