Ailish, I was wondering, would you do me a wee favour?
Whatís that, Sammy?
Well, you know the way all of Nicolaís ones are Protestants, you wouldnít go round and make them welcome at the reception, you know, talk to them and that?
Oh here, Iíve all that in hand. Now, I was lying in bed thinking last night. ĎWhatís the exact opposite of Catholics and Protestants shooting each other? Catholics and Protestants getting married!í
Jesus, Trevor, there must be a hundred quid here.
Jean, I have to do something. Sure, you know I dote on our wee Nicola.
Aye, I know. And sheís right cut up about you not coming.
I canít, Jean. I canít bring myself to. You know I have enemies.
I donít get it. I mean thereíd be no peace in this country if your prisoners and the IRA ones hadnít agreed it. Yet you canít accept a Catholic and a Protestant getting married?
Well, Iím not finding it easy but what choice have I got?
I donít care everythingís bought and paid for - that makes no odds.
Do you think Iím doing this to spite youse or something? I love Damian, and how dare you say that on my wedding day! Why would I change my mind?
Oh, I know, no, Iím just saying to you what a father would say, you know, like a formality.
Och no it isnít. Deep down inside you hope I will change my mind and not marry a Catholic.
Oh Jesus, thereís the cars. Go and get my Ma and the bridesmaids - hurry up, hurry up.
For as much as Damian and Nicola have consented together in holy wedlock...
...and have declared the same by the giving and receiving of a ring...
...and by joining of hands...
...I pronounce that they be man and wife together.