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Justice of the Peace:
Okay, now you: "I, Wee-Wee..."

Wei-Wei:
Wee-Wee.

Justice of the Peace:
"... take you, Wai Tung..."

Wei-Wei:
Wee-Wee.

Justice of the Peace:
Okay. "To be my wedded husband... to have and to hold..."

Wei-Wei:
Holding to have, husband, mine...

Justice of the Peace:
"... for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer..."

Wei-Wei:
Better and richer, no poorer.

Justice of the Peace:
"... in sickness and in health, till death do us part."

Wei-Wei:
Till sickness and death.

Justice of the Peace:
Groovy. Rings.