same
before God and this company...
and thereto have given and pledged
their troth either to other...
and have declared the same
by giving and receiving of a ring...
by joining of hands...
I pronounce that they be
man and wife together.
In the name of the Father and
of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
Amen.
God, the Father. God, the Son.
God, the Holy Ghost.
Bless, preserve and keep you.
The Lord, mercifully with his favour,
look upon you...
and so fill you with
all spiritual benediction and grace...
that ye may so live
together in this life...
in the world to come,
ye may have life everlasting.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Right. Now, let me tell you a bit about
this bloke Skinner before we meet him.
Now supposedly,
when he was quite young...
this dog tore open his throat
and ripped out his vocal cords...
Ieaving him brutally scarred
and completely mute.
He cannot talk at all.
Now, pay at--
Look at me. Pay attention.
This is very important. There are
two things you must not do with Skinner.
Right? One, do not look
at the horrendous scar on his neck.
Two, don't talk to him.
- Understand? Not a word.
- Right.
Oh! Look at the size
of that scar!
No blinkin' wonder
you can't talk, mate!
Excuse me just a minute,
would you?
God. Blinking gruesome line of work
you're in, Skinner.
The sight of all these deceased
creatures gives me a shrinky winky.
Much obliged, sunshine.
How could she do this to me?
- Morning, ma'am.
- Sit.
- Tea?
- Uh, please.
Uh, please.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Oh, what a beautiful day, ma'am.
Blue skies, birds singing.
The laughter of schoolchildren
riding on gentle--
Get on with it, you imbecile!
Well, I uh-- I have here
a present from Mr Skinner.
Oh, it's magnificent.
Hello, my beauty.
Oh, God. Come. Come with me.
Come with me, my darling.
Let me see you.
You were a big, bad boy,
weren't you, darling?
Yes, yes, yes. Siberian tiger
suits madam very well indeed.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the fairest of them all?
You are.
I remember you were always very good
at drawing when you were a little girl.
And now to be with you again
as you start a family of your own
is like a dream come true.
Oh, Nanny.
I don't think...
Roger and I are quite ready
to start a family yet.
Oh, that's a shame.
Ah, well, first the puppies...
then the babies.
Puppies?
If I've done my job right, Pongo,
when this new villain comes up...
you're going to run
from the room in a panic.
Gotcha!
It's unmistakable, dear.
It's the look every woman gets when
she knows she's going to be a mother.
Notice how tranquil she is.
Her eyes are soft and warm.
Though you might not see it...
you can certainly feel
that she's smiling.
It's the smile we wear
when we're guarding a precious secret.
And now that she's living
for others as well as herself...
she's eating more.
And every now and again
for no reason other than...
she's so happy with herself,
she sighs.
I think you're right, Nanny.
I think she does look different.
Oh, my goodness.
What is it, Nanny?
Anita, I think you're going
to have a puppy.
Thank you so much.
- A month's time for a checkup, yes?
- All right.
- Bye-bye.
See you again soon. Right.
- So?
- Well, he said it's all great.
- The baby's nice and big.
It's the right size.
- That's wonderful.
- Oh, no.
- What?
- Cruella!
- Anita, darling!
Oh, Anita!
Those dazzling dogs!
And you must be Rufus.
No, it's-it's Roger,
and it's a pleasure, Miss De Vil.
- What's a pleasure?
- Uh, making your acquaintance.
Such a sweet thought.
I wish I could reciprocate.
Tell me, darling,
you married him for his dog.
Oh, darling, I miss you so.
I hate that you've taken leave.
But I'm still working.
Um, you've been getting my sketches?
Well, it's not the same thing.
I miss the interaction.
And what is it that you do...
that allows you to support
Anita in such splendour?
I design video games.
Video games?
- Is he