Ed: Under the bylaws of the Massachusetts Fish and Game Commission... Oops. Sorry.
Robin: That's that's all right, Ed. We've, um We've prepared our own vows.
Ed: Oh. Go ahead.
Robin: Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May and Summer's lease have all too short a stay Sometime too hot the eye of heaven doth shine, and often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal Summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade when in eternal lines to time thou owest: As long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee. R- Rebecca?
Rebecca: I only loved you for your money. [runs out]