Dr. Finch-Royce: That's it. I've died and gone to hell.
Diane: Doctor, there's one thing you haven't considered.
Dr. Finch-Royce: Right. Fine. All right. Okay. Um, Sam, Diane, you two are perfect together. I'm sorry I made a mistake, but I now see that you are the most perfectly matched couple on the face of the earth. But, why, why am I telling you this? Let's, let's share it with the rest of the world, shall we? Hear this, world, the rest of you can stop getting married now! It's been done to perfection! Envy them, sofa. Envy them, chair. For you shall never be as cozy as they. For I guarantee that their marriage will be a total epoch-shattering success. And I stake my life on it! Wait, let, let me put that on record. [tapes] l, Dr. Simon Finch-Royce, being of sound mind, declare that Sam and Diane shall be together throughout all eternity, and if I am wrong, I hereby promise that I will take my own life in the most disgusting manner possible! Here, take the tape. No, no, no, no, no! Take the whole machine. It's my wedding gift to you. To you, the most perfect couple since the dawn of time!
Diane: [to Sam] See?