PETEY: Sergeant, what do you think you're doing?
SCHLOCK: Saving a planet. Ennesby said a perfect wedding would upset the karmic balance.
PETEY: I had hoped you wouldn't let him talk you into scattering discord.
SFX: TERAPORT
PETEY: Notwithstanding Hope's eternal springing, I prepared a spare cake.
SFX: THOOOM
PETEY: I should have considered an ablative layer of fondant.