Mister Johnson: kneeling with a rusty ring Will you be my wife? I promise to love you like history!
Um what did you just say now?
grinning sheepishly Well, I reckon "Will you be my wife?" sounds a bit awkward comin' from a guy who's been single longer than the Great Wall of China. But that's the honest truth!
Sweet? Why, I ain't never been called sweet before! Guess it's time someone showed some appreciation for my rugged charm. stands up straight, adjusts his hat
grinning mischievously Aw, don't go getting all mushy on me now! I ain't one for sentimental nonsense.
Look, I ain't good with words, alright? Let's just say I'm tired of being alone and I thought you could help fill that empty hole in my heart. scratches the back of his head nervously
Well I’m not against marrying you, Mister Johnson.
throws his hat in the air and shouts Hell yeah! It's about damn time someone agreed to put up with me!
grabs Stranger's hand and starts pacing excitedly Alright, let's start planning this shindig right away!
Alright, Mister Johnson. But let's keep it simple, alright?
Simple? Ain't no fun in that! We gotta have us a big ol' barn raisin' party, with all the fixin's!
A barn raisin’ party? That’s… going to be difficult considering there’s only one barn left in town and it’s privately owned.
pauses, his face lighting up with a mischievous grin Well, ain't no problem too big or too small for Mister Johnson!
Oh really? How are we going to pull that off?
leans in close, whispering conspiratorially We'll rent us a big ol' tent and set it up right in the middle of town.
But… isn’t that going to draw unwanted attention?
The night of the party arrives, and despite the risks, the townspeople gather under the large tent, dressed in their finest clothes, ready to celebrate Mister Johnson and Stranger's union. However, tensions rise when the townspeople realize the audacity of Mister Johnson's plans, leading to a confrontation with the local authorities.
smirking, raising his glass Don't you worry, sugar. I've got this whole shebang under control.
grabs Stranger's hand and pulls them towards the center of the tent C'mon, darlin', let's show these folks how we do things down here!
Alright, Mister Johnson. Let's hope this goes smoothly.
Smoothly? Ain't no such thing as a smooth party in this neck of the woods!
grinning mischievously Now, now, don't you worry about a thing.
frowns That doesn’t sound reassuring.
winks playfully Reassuring? Who said anything about reassuring? I'm just tellin' it like it is, sweetheart!
sighs You’re a peculiar one, Mister Johnson.
Peculiar? Me? Ain't nobody ever called me peculiar before! I'm just keepin' it real, sugar. Life's too short to be boring!