Escriba wrote:I don't listen to your song, sirens!
Besides, I try to imagine that scene:
Priest: (after leaving the blunderbuss on the altar) What do you want, young couple?
Trip: (looking at all places, imagining spies in every corner) Ehhh... we... we wanted to marry, father.
Priest: Of course, of course, a happy new. Congratulations. I don't know you... are you the son of the baker?
Trip: Wha'? No, no, we aren't from here.
Priest: You are from Tolosa, Hernani, Donosti... Santurce?
Trip: No, we aren't from
here.
Priest: (touching the blunderbuss) You aren't Basque?
Trip: No, but we've heard that we can marry here... you know...
in secret.
Priest: Why would you want to do something like that? A marriage is a happy event, after all.
Trip: Yes... of course... but it's complicated. You know... we're from different places... Her culture is very rigid...
T'Pol: Mine?
Trip: The fight to death, honey. You have to remember the fight to death.
The priest looks at T'Pol and he creates his own story.
Priest: Oh, I understand. You don't have to tell me more, youg man. (Looking at T'Pol) You are Muslim, aren't you?
T'Pol: (eyebrow arched) I beg your pardon?
Priest: Nothing wrong in that, except the fact that your religion is false and all of you will burn in Hell. But of course, this marriage changes everything. After your conversion you will enter into the Kingdom of God.
T'Pol: I am
not going to be converted.
Priest: (aiming T'Pol) Say what?
I don't think it's a good place for our couple...
