"Well, it's obviously got to be a double wedding," Deputy Sheriff Barney Fife proposed to the gang. The four were walking down a sidewalk to the Drug Store to get some sandwiches and sodas.
"Not necessarily, Barney," Thlema Lou countered, "it's their wedding, too, after all. They've got to make a few of the decisions."
"Alright, but as an idea?" Barney asked.
"It's a nice idea, Barn," Andy said.
"Thank-you, Ange. See that's what friends 're for. They're there for ya."
"...But we want our own wedding," Andy finished.
"Yes, we do," Helen chimed in.
"Andy, we're best buds! We go way back. We were in diapers together. We put tacks on the teacher's chair together. We got pimples together, we graduated together, and we got a job together. It makes plain sense to get hitched together, it just makes plain sense!"
"No."
"How 'bout a double reception?"
"No."
"Not even wedding pictures together?"
"N-O," Barney moved as if to speak again, "and no double-honeymoon, either." Barney sighed. "But that doesn't mean we won't still make a lot of memories down the road together." The four friends walked on together, and laughed together for a long time after that.