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You know that Mama wasn't gonna take no.
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What about Fiona? Wasn't she gonna marry us?
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Relax, baby. I got this.
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You know what, Mama?
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We already have someone that's gonna do the wedding for us.
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Is this some healing hands, voodoo, wheat grass jackass?
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Because that is not a wedding in the Lord's eyes.
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Go ahead, tell them, Father.
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Tell them that it's not a wedding in the Lord's eyes.
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Well, I know this--
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that just like the honeybee, God has many eyes.
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Look, it has to be a priest.