Harry:   It looks wrong.

Philip:  Hmmm. It is wrong.

Richard: Are they always that difficult to make?

Philip:  The truth is...yes. I'll try again.

Robbie:  At this rate, the wedding will take place tomorrow.

Philip:  Not to worry. OK. Here we go.

Harry:   I'm worried, Philip. What if we can't tie the tie?

Richard: If we can't tie the tie, then there can't be a wedding.

Robbie:  You'd better not make Harry any more nervous than he is. Don't worry. We'll figure a way.

Grandpa: How're you doing, fellas?

Harry:   Not so good, Grandpa. We can't get this bow tie tied. Nobody knows how to do it. Do you?

Grandpa: No. I never could, either.

Philip:  Well, you have your own tuxedo. How do you tie your bow tie?

Robbie:  Yeah, Grandpa, I've seen you in it. You look great. How do you tie it?

Grandpa: I don't.

Richard: You don't?

Harry:   What do you mean?

Grandpa: I never could tie one of those...things...bow ties. I have always worn a clip-on bow    tie.

Harry:   A clip-on?

Philip:  Of course. Now I remember.

Grandpa: Yes, it's so easy. All you do is clip it around under your collar.

Richard: We all need one of those.

Robbie:  The tuxedo rental store. Do you think they're open?

Philip:  Should be. Sunday's their big day.

Richard: I'll call and find out.

Grandpa: Well, if they're not, I'll lend you mine, Harry. You're the only one who really needs to be wearing a tuxedo, anyway.

Harry:   Thanks, Grandpa.

Philip:  I'm the father of the bride. I'm supposed to be worried about my daughter, and here     I am with the man that's marrying my daughter-worrying about him.

Grandpa: Poor Harry. I know the feeling. Wedding-day litters.

Robbie:  Are they open?

Richard: We're in luck. They're open. And they have lots of clip-on bow ties.

Robbie:  I'll bicycle down to the village and get them.

Harry:   You'd better hurry, Robbie.

Grandpa: There's lots of time. A little over two hours.

Harry:   In two hours and fifteen minutes I'll be married to Susan.

Philip:  And be a true member of the Stewart family.

Grandpa: Oh, you're a lucky guy, Harry. Susan is one of the best women you'll ever find. She's just like her grandma.

Richard: Now, once you put the ring on Susan's finger, you are one of us, Harry. And don't ever forget it.

Harry:   Ring? Ring? Oh my! What did I do with the rings? I put them in the pocket of my sports jacket.

Richard: No, I think you put them in your tuxedo jacket pocket. Remember?

Harry:   Right. What did I do with the rings?

Philip:  Didn't you give them to Richard? He's your best man. I remember. You gave them to Richard.

Richard: Oh, yeah. I remember now. You handed them to me. What did I do with them?

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