Then it ain't official.

It's in the bag.

You belong in the castle.

in the country, isn't it?

I looked her up in a book.

Not all beings here in a fortnight, sir.

Come on in here!

All in good time.

You get in there.

The castle sits in the middle of 10,000 acres.

Well, a woman has to be special careful in England.

Why, I'd have her thrown in a dungeon like that.

Well, you are in thick petticoat.

She's just your mother-in-law.

You're in some place here, Alan.

We don't belong in no castle.

Ain't nobody thowin' me in the Tower of London.

I can't arrive in England wearing this.

You'll be in London in your accounting house, but those poor simple hill folk will suddenly find themselves cast adrift in a society so steeped in tradition, so riddled with protocol, they'll be completely lost.

Can't you just see her dancing in the ballroom of the castle?