Felicia, Robin, Tiffany, Bobbie and Maria are getting dressed for Mac & Felicia’s wedding.  Mac knocks on the door.

Bobbie:  Who is it?

Mac:  It’s Mac.

Tiffany:  Tell him he can’t come in!

Robin:  You know better than that Uncle Mac.

Mac:  Look, I have to see my bride.

Bobbie:  Not until the ceremony.

Mac:  Felicia.

Felicia:  No.  It’s bad luck and that’s the last thing we need.

Mac:  Come on ladies, have a heart.

Bobbie:  Haven’t you ever heard of tradition Mac?

Mac:  Yeah, sure, but I like to fly in the face of it every once in a while.

Bobbie:  (Laughs)  Well, pick another day.

Mac:  Look, it’s only bad luck if I see Felicia in her dress.  Is she dressed?

Felicia:  I’ll  handle him.  Listen to me, we’ve been to hell and back working our way to this day, and I don’t want to take any chances, and I will see you at the church and not a minute before.

Mac:   You’re a hard woman Felicia.

Felicia:  Well somebody has to exert a little will-power around here.

Mac:  Is it permissible for the groom to tell the bride how much he loves her?  As long as it’s from the other side of a closed door?

Felicia:  Actually, that’s a tradition too.  Lesser known but perfectly acceptable.

Mac:  I love you Felicia, and I don’t know that I’ve ever been happier in my life than I am right this very second.

Felicia:  I love you too, and it’s only the beginning, we’re going to have the rest of our lives ahead of us.
Now, go away.

Mac:  You won’t be long?

Felicia:  No, see you soon.

Mac:  See you.

Bobbie:  Awwww.