JD: (bellows) Married? We're married? When did that happen?
OBIE: You were otherwise occupied.
JD: I was too BUSY to attend my own wedding?
OBIE nods affirmatively.
JD: Doing what, pray tell?
OBIE: (squeamishly) I don't want to remind you.
JD: Wipe that squeamish look off your face and lay it on me. This I gotta hear!
OBIE: You were puking your guts out.
JD: You're obviously off your rocker. The last time I did that was at Buckingham Palace.
OBIE: Bingo.
JD: No way. By whom?
OBIE: The Queen.
JD: That sweet little old lady married me in absentia?
OBIE nods affirmatively.
JD: She's as nutty as a fruit cake if she thinks I'll stand for that!
OBIE shrugs her shoulders and lifts her hands to signify "go figure".
JD: Nobody will believe it. (shakes his head in disgust) You sure have a wild imagination.
OBIE: After we shared a room at the palace with no murmur of complaint, they certainly will.
JD: We'll see about that!
OBIE: (rolls her eyes) And the protocol officer was worried about MY BEHAVIOR! At least I was unwilling to turn a simple mistake into an international incident.
JD: Incident?
OBIE: Just how does one politely tell the Queen she's off her rocker, batty, nutty as a fruit cake?
JD: I didn't call her batty.
OBIE: Two out of three ain't bad.
JD: We did NOT spend the night together!
OBIE: I didn't say we did.
JD: The bed was totally empty when I hit it about 2 a.m. when I came back from jamming with the court musicians.
OBIE: And rumpled, or made up fresh?
JD: The sheets were turned down, I think.
OBIE: And still warm?
JD: I don't know. I was so dead to the world, I just crashed face first into the pillow.
