EXT. GARDEN - DAY 
 
HUEY and STEWY are awkwardly admiring the scene of JUDY'S wedding party. They are best friends from the Rhode- Island-Laboratory-of-Marine-Biology and keep a strict bedtime. They wear matching baby-blue tuxedos, but Stewy has an impressive purple boutonniere.

 
HUEY.   Oh Stewy thank you for being my plus one to my sister's wedding. Parties aren’t really my thing.
STEWY.   Oh Huey me either! But I do love a Spring wedding. The turning of the season, the hatching of sticky new life, the myriad of flora and fauna that wriggle free of the bonds of winter. Ahhhhh.
HUEY.   I love the smell of the budding Magnolia. 
STEWY.  Notes of amber and aubergine.
HUEY.   Oh Stewy the cocktails are approaching.
STEWY.   I sure do wonder if he’s a sommelier.
HUEY.   Me too, I have a lot of questions.
STEWY.   Excuse me, is this grain alcohol?
HUEY.   And if so are the grains organic?
STEWY.   Yes and is the mixer carbonated? Dr. Lee says that carbonation leads to an increased production of bile, and I don't want heartburn in the middle of Huey’s sister's wedding.
HUEY.   No we don't want heartburn.
STEWY.  And you see I've run out of tums. 
HUEY.   And I didn't even bring my tums.
STEWY.   So you can see why we are concerned.
HUEY.   You know Stewy, we really shouldn't indulge in libation prior to eating. Perhaps we should wait for the smorgasbord to pass through our orbit. 
STEWY.   Ah the Crudités. Thank you fine gentleman but we are going to pass for now. 
Here comes the big man on campus right now. Mr. appetizer in the flesh!
HUEY.   I’m absolutely ravenous. Oh wow stuffed Medina dates
STEWY.  And they’re bacon wrapped. Oh wow! This is double marbled bacon. This bacon is from Tibet where the monks rub the pig's fat to disperse the flavor more evenly and consistently. They massage the pig from sunrise to sunset every single day until the pig eventually dies from relaxation. 
HUEY.   To be that pig. They feed them a diet consisting of only goji berries and ox milk.
STEWY.   Don’t mind if we do. 
                          (They do.)
STEWY/HUEY.   Oh wow! 
STEWY.   So juicy!
HUEY.   So porky!
STEWY.   It has the perfect balance of acid and fats oh wow.
HUEY.   My taste buds are dancing around on my tongue. All 4,000 of my taste receptors are having a tiny fiesta in my mouth. 
STEWY.  Thank you sir, thank you. These are just scrumptious!
HUEY.   Oh Stewy, this isn’t too shabby. Not as bad as I thought. I’m having a great time. It’s beautiful. The aroma of flowers, the butterflies dancing through the air. Did you see that wonderful little sweets station near the veranda?
STEWY.   Oh indeed! The entire banquet table was overflowing in teacakes, macrons, your sister must have catered from Chateau de Claudette. 
HUEY.   Only the best for Judy. (In secret.) I scored a few profiteroles off the croquembouche on the way in, here. 
STEWY.   (Deviously.) Very good sire.
                           (They eat.)
HUEY.   I usually don't say this, but oh my god. 
STEWY.   Oh my science.
HUEY.   It's delectable.
STEWY.   The caramel ribbons.
HUEY.   It has an ooze element unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
STEWY.  It's so rich it's so rich!
HUEY.   The slightest hint of sea salt.
STEWY.   I can taste the Mediterranean.
HUEY.  Oh Stewy, I better stop before my cummerbund pops open.
STEWY.   Me too I wouldn't want a button to fly off and hit me in my eye
                           (They crack themselves up) 
HUEY.   Yeah or damage your boutonniere, that crocus is stunning
STEWY.   Oh Huey, don’t make me blush.
HUEY.  I'm being serious, the petals are perfectly symmetrical.
STEWY.   Oh stop it.
HUEY.   And so violet. Violet like ripe concord grapes.
STEWY.   You’re too kind really really! 
HUEY.   You must give me the number of the horticulturist who grew such a delicate little jewel like that!
STEWY.   You may actually already know him. And he may be your plus one for Judy's wedding.
HUEY.   No he isn't.
STEWY.   He is.
HUEY.   You didn't.
STEWY.   I did.
HUEY.   Oh my Stewy. You know, if I had sexual proclivities towards the members of the Y chromosome, I would want to marry you. 
STWEY.   (Pinning his flower on Huey.) Oh Huey, I would marry you too, and I would want our wedding to look just like this one.