| rdfs:comment | - "Do you, Phineas Flynn, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" "I-I do." "And do you, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for--" "OH, put a sock in it," Isabella snapped, shoving the priest, then turned back to Phineas. "Yeah. I mean, uh, I do." "You may now kiss the bride..." the Priest groaned from behind the table. "Daddy, tell me another story!"
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| abstract | - "Do you, Phineas Flynn, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" "I-I do." "And do you, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for--" "OH, put a sock in it," Isabella snapped, shoving the priest, then turned back to Phineas. "Yeah. I mean, uh, I do." "You may now kiss the bride..." the Priest groaned from behind the table. "Daddy, tell me another story!" "No, sweetie. Time for bed now." "Awww. Mommy would have let us." "Mommy isn't here." "Then where is she?" "...Nowhere...just...just go to bed..." "Okay, Daddy. Goodnight." "Goodnight." "Daddy?" "Yes, sweetie?" "What about Aunt Candy?" "Candace?" "No, Candy. Duh." "Heh, she's sleeping in the basement for the night. Now go to sleep." "Goodnight again, Daddy." "Goodnight."
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