I thought we were waiting for—FOR GOD'S SAKE SOMEONE HELP AMBER DOWN BEFORE SHE BREAKS HER NECK—you, actually, before someone mentioned you were out here. I guess I overestimated the amount of stuff you had to do at the church.

[it's hardly hooker city in there. just old toothless betty up to her usual. and apparently amber's taken a turn for the coyote ugly.]

I don't know if you wanted to stay here or not... I'm actually not even sure if either of the grooms is here, this whole mess is... Well, it's a mess. And I guess we have a lot of decorations to put back up before tomorrow, don't we.