I jush wanna say a few words to tha' lovelerly bride and groooom.
Oh no, Steve is drunk and he's going to make a speech.
Love is like uh a garden of da prettiest of flow-urrs. But those flow-urrs can nut grow without da prop-erly taking care of thing.
I heard he actually got kicked in the head by a horse and just talks like that now.
And it needs tha carin's, and tha lovin's, and tha' fertilizerin', and them little trappy thingies to kill tha' weasles that keep tryin' ta eat da carrots...
