Gob: How do we get her to the church? Tell her you're in here?
George Sr.: No.
Gob: Cover her eyes and take her to the limo.
George Sr.: No. You bring her in here, knock her out with this ether, and you stuff her into this garment bag. Anyone sees, you do the same. Oh, hi, Tobias.
Tobias: Oh. [sings in a high-pitched voice] Whenever I get a wee bit scared I hum a little tune Hum diddle diddly Hum di-do...
George Sr.: You put a handkerchief over her mouth for a couple of seconds. No more than two though. 'Cause you could kill her.
Gob: I don't have a handkerchief.
George Sr.: Fine. Put the ether on the puppet's lips. Have the puppet kiss her.
Gob: [as Franklin] I ain't kissin' that old bitch.
George Sr.: That's my wife, you bastard!