Mary Clay:
Just look at those cornflowers... When I was a kid, I said I wanted to be married in a cornflower dress. Dill remembered. Married in hundreds of cornflowers. What a perfect wedding.
Eleanor:
It's a matter of taste. I'd just soon be married in alcohol.
Aunt Paula:
Eleanor!
Eleanor:
Oh, now, don't worry, Paula. I'll be so old they'll have to pickle me in something!
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