Gabe: C'mon, let's just sneak into the bathroom for a little bit.
Emily: Gabe.
Gabe: No one will notice us leaving.
Emily: Gabe.
Gabe: It'll be romantic and stuff.
Emily: Gabe! I'd like you to meet my great grandmother, Helen.
Randy: I knew I shouldn't have worn boxers. I'm getting no support whatsoever. And I can't keep my hand in my pocket all night.
The wedding cake was lovely. A simple white topped with rose petals. It was also flavored with the tears of the innocent, giving it that extra something special for such a unique occasion.
Emily (internal): I don't know who this is, but it's my wedding and I'm hugging everyone.
Man: They have the strangest party favors at this wedding.
After cutting the cake, Emily went straight to the customary "pepper spray the groom" portion of the night's entertainment.
Everyone shaking their groove thang.
Sean's irrational fear of polar bears was growing by the minute.
Randy always liked to check out the goods before buying.
The electric shuffle quickly turned into 'Mike Tyson's Punchout' for one unlikely pairing.