Philip: It looks wrong.
Harry: Hmmm. It is wrong.
Harry: Are they always that difficult to make?
Philip: The truth is ... yes.
Philip: I'll try again.
Harry: At this rate,
Harry: the wedding will take place tomorrow.
Philip: Not to worry.
Philip: OK. Here we go.
Harry: I'm worried, Philip.
Harry: What if we can't tie the tie?
Philip: If we can't tie the tie,
Philip: then there can't be a wedding.
Philip: You'd better not make Harry
Philip: any more nervous than he is.
Philip: Don't worry.
Philip: We'll figure a way.
Grandpa: How're you doing, fellas?
Philip: Not so good, Grandpa.
Philip: We can't get this bow tie tied.
Philip: Nobody knows how to do it.
Philip: Do you?
Grandpa: No. I never could, either.
Philip: Well, you have your own tuxedo.
Philip: How do you tie your bow tie?
Robbie: Yeah, Grandpa,
Robbie: I've seen you in it.
Robbie: You look great.
Robbie: How do you tie it?
Grandpa: I don't.
Robbie: You don't?
Robbie: What do you mean?
Grandpa: I never could tie one of those ...
Grandpa: things ... bow ties.
Grandpa: I have always worn a clip-on bow tie.
Philip: A clip-on?
Grandpa: Of course.
Philip: Now I remember.
Philip: Yes, it's so easy.
Philip: All you do is
Philip: clip it around under your collar.
Harry: We all need one of those.
Philip: The tuxedo rental store.
Philip: Do you think they're open?
Grandpa: Should be.
Grandpa: Sunday's their big day.
Philip: I'll call and find out.
Grandpa: Well, if they're not,
Grandpa: I'll lend you mine, Harry.
Grandpa: You're the only one
Grandpa: who really needs to be wearing a tuxedo,
Grandpa: anyway.
Harry: Thanks, Grandpa.
Philip: I'm the father of the bride.
Philip: I'm supposed to be worried about my daughter,
Philip: and here I am with
Philip: the man that's marrying my daughter--
Philip: worrying about him.
Grandpa: Poor Harry.
Grandpa: I know the feeling.
Grandpa: Wedding-day Jitters.
Philip: Are they open?
Philip: We're in luck.
Philip: They're open.
Philip: And they have lots of clip-on bow ties.
Robbie: I'll bicycle down to the village and get them.
Philip: You'd better hurry, Robbie.
Robbie: There's lots of time.
Robbie: A little over two hours.
Harry: In two hours and fifteen minutes
Harry: I'll be married to Susan.
Harry: And be a true member of the Stewart family.
Grandpa: Oh, you're a lucky guy, Harry.
Grandpa: Susan is one of the best women you'll ever find.
Grandpa: She's just like her grandma.
Grandpa: Now, once you put the ring on Susan's finger,
Grandpa: you are one of us, Harry.
Grandpa: And don't ever forget it.
Harry: Ring? Ring?
Harry: Oh my!
Harry: What did I do with the rings?
Harry: I put them in the pocket of my sports jacket.
Richard: No,
Richard: I think you put them
Richard: in your tuxedo jacket pocket.
Richard: Remember?
Harry: Right.
Harry: What did I do with the rings?
Philip: Didn't you give them to Richard?
Philip: He's your best man.
Harry: I remember.
Harry: You gave them to Richard.
Richard: Oh, yeah.
Richard: I remember now.
Richard: You handed them to me.
Richard: What did I do with them?
Richard: I hope they aren't lost.
Philip: Oh, don't worry, Harry.
Philip: They have to be here.
Richard: I remember.
Richard: I gave them to Robbie to hold
Richard: so I wouldn't lose them.
Harry: Where's Robbie?
Philip: Relax, Harry.
Philip: Robbie went to pick up
Philip: the clip-on bow ties.
Harry: Oh, I forgot.
Harry: What time is it?
Philip: It's still a little over two hours, Harry.
Philip: Just relax.
Harry: What about the rings?
Philip: I'm sure Robbie has them.
Richard: No, no, Robbie doesn't have them.
Richard: He gave them to me to hold on to them
Richard: because he didn't want the responsibility of holding them.
Richard: I put them in my tuxedo--
Richard: but in the lapel pocket.
Harry: That's a relief.
Harry: I was really worried.
Richard: I'll hold on to them for you.
Richard: The best man always keeps the rings.
Harry: You're right.
Harry: You hold on to them so there won't be a problem later.
Philip: Well,
Philip: now, I think we'd better get dressed, fellas.
Richard: All right!
Philip: Robbie will bring the ties back.
Harry: Hey, leaving me?
Philip: You'll be fine.
Philip: Try to take it easy.
Philip: It'll all be over in two hours.
Harry: Over?
Philip: The wedding ceremony will be over.
Philip: You'll be husband and wife.
Harry: I guess you're right.
Harry: Two hours from now.
Harry: Two hours from now.