Ext. Wedding (Edwardian). Day.
A bride and groom stand to receive their guests.
LADY GUEST
Congratulations. You must be so proud.
MALE GUEST
Here.
He hands the bride a small square package. The guests then walk either side of her and pat her shoulders.
LADY GUEST
Such a pretty thing.
MALE GUEST
A fine beast you've acquired there, Braithwaite.
The two guests leave.
BRIDE
A fine beast?
GROOM
Yes. About that. I'm sorry it has taken so long to bring up, but...
BRIDE
Yes?
GROOM
I'm afraid I bought you as a horse.
BRIDE
You've bought be a horse?
GROOM
No. I've bought you as a horse.
BRIDE
Excuse me?
GROOM
I'm sorry, Tilly. I wanted to tell you sooner, but it never seemed to be the right time.
BRIDE
You bought me as a horse?
GROOM
Yes.
BRIDE
The cottage you gave my father in exchange for my hand?
GROOM
Yes
BRIDE
But they gave me a present.
GROOM
Yes. Open it.
She opens it to reveal a sugar cube.
BRIDE
Ah.
GROOM
Listen, let us say we'll give it a whirl, eh? It'll be unconventional, but we can handle it. I'm sure we'd make a damned fine polo pairing.
MALE GUEST (shouting over)
Well, break her in then!
BRIDE
This is my wedding.
GROOM
But of course it is. Though they don't know that.
BRIDE
Well what are they doing here?
GROOM
Celebrating my new horse.
BRIDE
You are going to have to put a stop to this. I am not a horse.
GROOM
Well, I know you don't think you are, but are you absolutely sure? You have flanks. Brides shouldn't have flanks.
BRIDE
I am not a horse. My dress then, why am I in this dress?
GROOM
They think I'm quirky. They think you're pretty.
BRIDE
Then I call it off. I would never, never have entered this arrangement if I knew I was doing so as a horse.
GROOM
Ah. I'm afraid you can't leave. The groundskeepers are under strict instructions to shoot to kill if you decide to bolt.
BRIDE
Oh.
GROOM
Yeah. Sorry.