Wendy
[calling for Susan and looking for her]
Susan! Where could she be? Susan! Where are you?! [sees her daughter walking up the hill, with her wedding dress a little dirty] Susan! Where have you been?
Susan
I think I just got hit by a meteorite.
Wendy
Oh, Susan. Every bride feels that way on her wedding day. [brings her daughter into the church] My goodness, look at you. You're filthy. Thank gosh, I have wet ones.
