| Betty is happy. Today she is getting married. But her husband to be is creating a few problems... |
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 | Oh, what a glorious day. Wait, Derrek, what the hell do you think you're doing? | |
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| Getting married to you reminds me of back in 'Nam, sir. | |
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| Betty is horrified by her future husband's actions. He is a dick. A big dick. Which is why she was marrying him. But... |
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| Why does it? Surely I'm not so bad? | |
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| Your body reminds me of the jungle. And your neediness reminds me of all that time I spent in capture. | |
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| Now she is scared. And pissed. More pissed than the time she accepted his proposal of marriage. Damn those drinks. |
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| Well then, mister. Why are you marrying me? | |
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| Because war is great! Let's finish our vows and shoot some stuff in the name of our father! God creates, I desecrate. Now get down and give me fifty, maggot! | |
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