Garrison Keillor: ...after a word from the Ketchup Advisory Board. (PIANO)
Tim Russell: These are the good years for Barb and me. The cold front moved in and it seemed to trigger something deep within us and we got in the car and drove south and then at the Iowa border we came to our senses and turned around and drove home. The crabapple tree in our backyard -- I figured out a way to tie a rope to the top of it and I pulled it back slowly until the tree was bent almost to the ground and then let go and the tree whipped up and flung all of the crabapples into our neighbor's yard. We should have been happy. And then I came upstairs one morning and found Barb, sitting at her dresser, trying on her old wedding veil. Barb. What are you doing?
Sue Scott: Oh, Jim. I found this in the closet and it got me thinking that maybe we should renew our wedding vows.
TR: Why would we want to do that?
SS: It could be like a new start for us. And look, this veil still fits--
TR: Your head doesn't change size, Barb. It's the dress you need to worry about.
SS: Well thanks a lot. What about your tuxedo? Huh? You tried to wear it for Halloween ten years ago, and we had to slice into the waistband and insert that elastic? Huh?
TR: I was going for a baggy look, Barb. It was an artistic choice.
SS: What do you say-we could go to Vermont and we could rewrite our vows, knowing what we know now. We could be more specific.
TR: More specific how?
SS: Well for instance, I could vow not to try to talk to you when you're trying to watch football.
TR: That would be nice, actually.
SS: And then you could vow not to get all silent and moody for days at a time when I say things you don't want to hear. (A LONG BEAT) Jim?
TR: What? Were you just saying something?
SS: No, never mind. I just thought it might be romantic to recommit to each other, but you obviously don't care so just forget I even said anything. I'll go downstairs and stick my head in the oven.
TR: Barb, commitment isn't romantic. Romance is romantic.
SS: Ok. All right Jim. Then what would you consider to be romantic?
TR: Come here and I'll show you.
SS: Show me what?
TR: Come here.
SS: I'm trying to clean out this closet. (CLICK) Jim? Why did you turn those lights out? Jim? Where are you? Have you been getting enough ketchup?
Rich Dworsky (SINGS):
These are the good times,
The singing of the birds.
Deep and lovely feelings
For which there are no words.
Life is flowing
Like ketchup on cheese curds.
GK: Ketchup, for the good times
RD (SINGS): Ketchup, ketchup.