Just go, man, go!

So go get it.

Wait, don't go anywhere.

Wait, where are you going?

Let's, uh, friggin' go get married.

I know what you're going to say.

I'll wear them the second we go outside.

Otherwise, no one's going to take me seriously.

At least she still wants to go through with it.

You're going to make some lewd reference to cooking being like sex.

Well, I guess I can go home and look forward to starving to death for Christmas.

All right, well, I'm going to the mall to see what I can do with this.

I mean, I want to make sure that both of us marrying her is going to be, you know, legal.

Look, Carl, you just go home, wash your face and your feet, shave your shoulders, and you come on over to my house tonight.

That's why not.

Oh, well, Santa hasn't come yet.

That old fat man better get his ass in gear, because I ain't got nothing under this tree, and I don't want that toy train.

I thought you wanted hair.

Hair?

No.