Christmas in Connecticut

It means "not good."
I'll have you understand this is the finest
kitchen in Connecticut, Mr. Basilknocker.

Just call me Felix. But what smells?
That's Irish stew.
Goulash with turnips! Catastrophe.
It isn't goulash. It's good old Irish stew.
Maybe old, but not good,
such goulash.

I tell you, it isn't goulash.
Hold this.
Paprika. That will fix it.
Now it's goulash.
Nora and Felix, we're gonna need you
as witnesses.

Merciful heavens, the wedding, is it?
I better take off me apron.

- How do I look?
- How do you look?

Is it you that's getting married?
I wish.
Here she is, judge.
- Elizabeth, this is Judge Crothers.
- How do you do?

Oh, it's not me. It's her.
- I'm Nora.
- Oh, you're...

I declare. Well, I'm delighted
to meet you, my dear.

John's very lucky
to get such a lovely bride.

Thank you. This is my uncle Felix.
- How are you?
- Not good.

I suppose you'll give the bride away,
Uncle Felix?

Me? I don't give nobody away.
Always, I keep my mouth shut.
Mouth shut, yes.
If you'll kindly step this way, please.
Join hands, please.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered
together in the sight...

Wait, wait a minute. Excuse me, please.
A wedding with no music?
That's impossible.
You're quite right.
I have here a record
of the "Wedding March"...

...especially for the occasion.
Remember, dear? Details?
But, John, couldn't we
have Mozart or...?

No, no, no, darling, no.
The "Wedding March"
is the conventional thing.

Proceed, judge.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered

It's company already!
Oh, it's the sailor.
He's two hours early. What'll we do?

- What's the trouble?
- It's a peculiar situation.

- We'll have to postpone.
- Take him to the other room.