Meanwhile, back in Childress.
YOUNG JACK:
((Jack has been trapped inside the wedding cake room for days and, being nearly famished, has eaten through about half of them... Some of them, he realized with dismay, were styrofoam look-alikes.))
**Ugh, I can tell this is gonna make me fat. I wish that woman would hurry up and git her gown on er whatever she's doin... better yet, maybe she's changed her mind.**
((Jack gets up off the floor where he had quaffed one of the champagne fountains under a wedding cake, only to find that it was ginger ale. He opens the door and looks out, uneasily, as he had countless times before, hoping not to see LD with a gun, or Lureen with a gun which was scarier.))