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There you are, my runaway bridesmaid.
He told me Gordon was gonna be here but he's not.
Come to ask for an invite to our wedding, Ivy? [guffaws]
I present you each with a key to the city.
That's right, citizens.
You also seem like a hair-trigger reactionary
that must be sifted through.
Fuck you!
to go smoothly for Kite Man.
-[sirens wailing] -[alarm buzzing]
of this beautiful ceremony?
Amen, sir.
Who the fuck are these guys?
who didn't have prior weekend plans.
Commissioner Gordon, what do you think
[sirens wailing]
-which is doing nothing... -Gordon.
Spending Sunday dinners at my parents' house,
is the bride... [chuckles]
If you don't want to marry me,
This is for you, Timothy Burton!
I'm really sorry, Ivy.
And hopefully, me!
[chuckles] Well done. That's one less thing
-Tad! [gasps] -Ivy!
Which ten pounds do you plan on leaving behind?
Ah-ha! See, you're a cop,
The flowers.
You weren't at the rehearsal.
I mean, no, that's not it at all.
And I mean, these weddings...
I'm just going through a personal crisis.
And the bride still wants you to come.
You know, just know that it's waiting for you
about what the most metal album of all time is.