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I can imagine how the wedding vows would have gone:
Wedding officiating Human: Do you, Louis Reed, take this...
L Reed: Who're you calling Louis, asshole? You journalists are all the same shumucks?
WOH: Mr Reed, sir, I am not a journalist, I am...
LR: And you gunna tell me y'know 'bout music? You know jack shit about nothing, buddy.
WOH: Can we please get on with the ceremony?
Laurie Anderson: Hunnee, can we let the nice man marry us?
LR (grumbling): OK, sweet pie...
WHO: So, do you Louis R...
LR: DON'T CALL ME LOUIS, MOTHERFUCKER! Are you a friend of Cale's, jerk?
And so on.
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