[dream sequence:]
Minister: Now, then, if anyone objects to this sacred union, speak now or forever hold your peace.
[An ominous chord plays. A flash of light reveals Sally, Harry and Tommy, who look dirty and disheveled]
Sally: I object.
Harry: I think that's my arm.
Sally: Huh? Oh, sorry.
Dick: My family! You made it! I was afraid I was never going to see you again. You look well. You got some color.
Tommy: Could have used you at the wheel, Dick.
Sally: Oh, but no. You had to stay and marry that Earth chick.
Harry: Yeah. With tragic results for us.
Dick: I- I tried to contact you. I tried everything. I even built a transmitter, but then I spilled grape soda on it and the whole thing shorted out. However, I did manage to have a brief conversation with the captain of a shrimp boat.
Sally: So that's supposed to make it better?