"[trying to practice his vows] With this hand, I will cup your... [unconsciously holds hands before his chest in a suggestive manner, and is then horrified] Oh goodness, no. With this candle, I will...I will... [loses confidence] I will set your mother on fire. [looking at the flowers Victoria gave him, and begins to have confidence] With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. Ah, Mrs. Everglot. You look ravishing this evening. What's that, Mr. Everglot? Call you "dad"? If you insist, sir. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."