With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. – Ah, Mrs. Everglot. You look ravishing this evening. What’s that, Mr. Everglot, call you “Dad”? If you insist, Sir. – With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.
– Victor Van Dort
I do.
– The Corpse Bride