Holly: Oh, Roy! I can't believe we're married.
Roy: Yah, it's a shock, all right.
Holly: Roy!
Roy: I mean, it's so exciting and all. You know, blows my mind.
Holly: Yes!
Holly: You are glad we're married, right?
Roy: Well sure. Just a little confused about how it happened, that's all.
Roy's thinking: How the hell did I end up in this huge house, with a kid and wife depending on me? Dang! Should have seen it coming! I was doomed from the get-go!
Holly: Now, don't think too much, Roy! It's bad for your health.
Roy: Mmm. You do kiss good, Holly. Makes me dizzy.
Holly's thinking: And I'll kiss him into giving me a baby too. Roy is so easy. Testosterone and no restraints!
Roy and Holly remembered how fun the Carnival Park was on their vacation trip, so they hopped in the car and drove over. Roy took Holly on another gondola ride. No restraints.
Then Holly wanted to toast their wedding in the balloon.
Holly: Here's to us, Roy. A new life and a clean slate!
Roy: To us...and a new start!
Holly: See, Roy? Life's pretty good, huh?
Actually, in truth, Roy got sick from the champagne. It wasn't his choice of drink. The bubbly wasn't Bud.
After a bit of sightseeing from the balloon, they returned home. Roy did wonder about that last sight though. Seemed like a bad omen somehow--at least for primitive life forms and bygone days.
But Roy had to admit, he was enjoying doing chores around the homestead. Just a little.
