So, when we have our wedding, we’ll give everyone steak on the menu. Oh, I want a steak. I think we should give everyone a steak. Oh, yeah. I like steak, too. That’s my favorite. I like it medium rare. Oh, me too. I like medium rare also.
What about prime rib? Mm, that would be good. I wonder if they have an Italian version of prime rib. We could do prime rib or steak. And then if they don’t eat beef, let’s do the chicken parmigiana. Chicken parmigiana is my favorite, oh. Oh, me too. And it’s gotta be with spaghetti. Oh, yeah, I do like it with spaghetti, too. But everyone’s gonna eat spaghetti. They are? Why? Because it’s Vatican spaghetti, baby. Everybody wants that Vatican spaghetti. Oh, yeah, I forgot, we’re getting married there. Vatican spaghetti for everybody. Oh, but what about a Vatican mustacholi? Oh, Vatican lasagna. Oh, it’s gonna be angel hair spaghetti, it better be if it’s from the Vatican. Now what I’m saying is, I know what you’re saying.
Okay, so, what about if they’re a vegetarian? Well, then we gotta give them the Indian food. And don’t worry, it’s gonna have potatoes if you’re Irish. Winky wink, but not a winky wink on the potatoes, if you know what I mean. Why is he a winky wink?
Well, I don’t know any Irish people that I would invite to this. I don’t know any good Irish people. All I know are bad Irish people. You know the ones that be the Irish bad word. Mafia. Oh, that’s true. Do you think they would want that bad word potato in there? What’s a bad word potato? French fries?
Oh yeah. We should have hamburgers for the little kids that come there to the Vatican wedding. You don’t think they would eat that Vatican angel hair spaghetti?
Yeah, they’ll eat it, but you know kids. They want like a little spaghetti, a little hamburger, a little, what do they call those cups with the pudding in them? Snack pack. What a snack pack. What a food it is, huh? Oh, a little milk, milk in a little wooden carton. A little milky milk in a carton. Oh, I like spaghetti. And I get a little milky milk in a carton. And I drink it, too. I mean when I eat the spaghetti. Me too, me too.
Oh, what’s the dessert? That’s a wedding cake. We give them a take-home wedding cake snack. Like a little souvenir snack. Wedding dessert. Yeah, we like have them all individually wrapped with the cake on it. Like, here’s your wedding snack pack. And everybody can have their name on those. And it’s not like a stupid cupcake. It’s like their own little cake they take home. Yeah, their own little cakes.
How are you going to take it on the plane, though? What do you mean? You just pass it through the scanner. There’s no metal in it. We’re not trying to sneak a little nail file into the cake. That’s true. That’s true. I’m gonna be full of them. I don’t know. You know we’re on cake.
I want you to kiss me like this. I do want you to kiss me like this. I mean, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat.
You know I’m a bad boy, and I love cash money. I don’t wanna take your presents home with me from the Vatican. It’s cash only. Wedding presents I’m talking about. Unless it’s a car. We’re only taking cars and cash. And the car, it better be a cool car. That’s all we’re saying. If it’s a cool car, I’ll take it. We don’t care what kind of car it is, as long as it’s a cool car.
And if you wanna put some cameras and recordings in there, like well, we’ll still keep those intact. We don’t mind if you’re watching us when we’re driving around in there. If it’s the one you gave us, that’s fine. But then, you know, when we’re on our car show, we could be like, oh, we got this car from so-and-so at our wedding in the Vatican. They didn’t bring it, they just gave us a picture of the car in one of those plastics.
Like, you know, those pictures he was trying to sell, but not sell, but just show them off, you know? Like, oh, I got all these pictures of you, you sexy little thing. Can you please come see me?
See me? Like, wait for me in the ER. I mean, wait for me in the hospital waiting room because you love me, love me so much. Can you wait for me there and then I see you when I’m done? Oh my God, it’s my girlfriend. I mean, it’s my wife. I don’t know what to call you. You are just my lover, my wife, there waiting with me.
Oh my God. I miss you so much. You are very nice to me right now. There’s only so much I can pretend, you know? I know I want to fuck you so bad.