Phil: Honey, what are you doing?
Claire: Sorry, Padre, you had your chance. I now pronounce you dead! [scattered shots]
Phil: When in the world did...
Claire: A lot of questions for a cadaver!
Phil: Ohh! Ohh!
Haley: Don't you see? These twos is in on it together!
Luke: Mind your own potatoes, Daisy.
Haley: Ohh!
Lorraine: Excuse me. This is my wedding and your funeral! And one for the choir boy!
Luke: Missed me.