VICAR PINCHUM, AMY, JAKE. IN CHURCH. VICAR PINCHUM PREACHING TO A CONGREGATION. HE’S AN AGGRESSIVE, MAD, HELL-FIRE PREACHER.
VICAR:What has happened to us! Weddings at their lowest level ever! Imagine - my own daughter can’t find a husband! But God will provide! Come here, Amy.
AMY, VERY UNATTRACTIVE, SHUFFLES ON IN WEDDING DRESS.
I need a volunteer. SILENCE. Jake.
JAKE:QUIETLY Um...I’m gay.
VICAR:QUIETLY If you marry Amy, no-one will know.
JAKE:I’ll know.
VICARex has nothing to do with marriage. You shouldn’t do it before and, unless you’re extremely unusual, you won’t after.
JAKE:No.
VICAR:Anyway, the Bible encourages gay marriage.
JAKE:Is this some new Californian translation?
VICAR:It believes gays should get married.
JAKE:That’s not quite the same thing, is it?.
VICARYes, it is.
JAKE:It isn’t.
VICAR:Amy, fancy some treacle dip?
He pushes them together.
AMY:I won’t marry him if he’s gay.
VICARon’t be so intolerant. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here...
FADE INTO WEDDING MARCH.