What?

Everything.

I mean, the only thing you've decided about our wedding is that I'm coming down the aisle to the sound of some Italian weirdo singing the song called Il Mondo.

Excellent song To which I've said a definitive No.

So here's the deal.

I will take off one item of clothing for every decision you make.

Okay.

You have my attention, young lady.

Right.

Um Mm.

Where would you like to get married Home?

I'd hate anywhere else.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Good.

Who should the priest be?

It'll have to be the local bloke with yellow teeth and the massive unibrow.

Okay, that's a lock for Hagrid.

Um, best man down, best man now so hard.

It's lose lose.

You know, you piss off all the ones you don't pick, and then you end up hating the one you do pick because he makes a bad speech and ruins the day you want to see these puppies are not.

Yes, I do.

Yeah, Jay, it's your choice.

He's my best friend.

But he's immoral.

Yeah, he will mess up everything.

Rory Sure know.

Harry.

Harry.

Harry, it is.

Let's do this.

Oh, Rory.

Sorry.

That's such a cheat.

Oh, okay.

Fine.

Honeymoon bed and breakfast in Scotland.

I am not taking my pants off for Scotland, but it's all we can afford to take off your pants.

They will not take off your I want two weeks involved.

Take off the pants, Yes.