 Hey, Commish. Yeah? Now that the judge is gone, which one's the getaway car? Well, it's the... Look. What? Look here. I want to wire this bomb to the engine. Floyd, there'll be none of that. It won't hurt nothing. Just blow off the hood and stink up the car. Which one is it? Floyd, you'll get no such information out of me. Hey, Elk. Marge wants you the music starting. Good luck, Mr. Glorify. Oh, thanks, Peavy. And when the minister asks who gives this bride, you say, I do. I know that, Peavy. Coming, Marjorie.