Livley raucous scene at scottish wedding reception.
Kilted groom sitting on respendent brides lap at top table very lovley dovey.
GROOM: Aww ma wee little haggis de ye luve me?
BRIDE: Aww ma big strong beastie, 'course I luve ye!
GROOM: An will ye lurve me when I is old and grey?
BRIDE: Aww, I will luve ya till the ends of time...
BIG SMOOCHES
GROOM
sighs) Am such a lucky beastie...(takes empty glass from her hand dramatically) let me fill yer cup with the nectar of everlasting luve..
GETS UP AND TURNS TO HER BLOWING KISSES AS HE BACKS AWAY
SHE LOOKS AT HIM LOVINGLY AND THEN DOWN AT HER LAP..TO THE LARGE BROWN SKIDMARK ON HER WHITE DRESS.