. . . three grubby looking dudes from Flint Michigan for the following scene:

Dude #1 (whispering too loudly from the other end of the bar): you think they’re married?

Dude #2: Nope.

Dude #1: Me neither. I can’t see his hand, but I know she got a ring on. That’s the second thing I look at. Haw haw!

Dude #3: If they is married, it ain’t to each other.

Dude #2: You got that right – they’re too into each other t’be married.