(gentle music) - [Sister] Nothing?

Nothing!

- Beg your pardon, Sister?

- Nothing.

(bright music) - Where did you spring from?

(dog whines) Here, give that back!

- You found Nothing!

- I found the dog and he's pinched my cheese!

Has he eaten it?

- The cheese is under the dresser.

I know nothing of this matter.

I must go.

I'm having my portrait finished this afternoon.

- Great.

Oh wait!

Oh... (dresser slides) (papers rustle) Don't fancy that cheese now.

- These look like a couple of out of date coupons from the circular.

(papers rustle) - Trixie, are you all right?

- Cousin Paula's husband's been posted to Germany.

She's sorry, but her girls can't be bridesmaids.

She wrote three weeks ago.

- Oh, lass.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I know how important this was to you.

- Yes, yes it was.

(gentle music) Nancy, would you follow me please?

- Why was the cheese under the dresser?

- I think you better speak to Sister Monica, Joan.

(knocking on door) - Knock knock.

I have no bridesmaids and I realize that I only want bridesmaids who I care for deeply.

Will you be mine, Colette?

And will you be my chief bridesmaid, Nancy?

- Oh, I'd love to!

- Yes, please!

- One should always accept help when it's offered.

I'd like you to pick my readings and to read one.

And I'd like for you to pick my hymns.

I can't do all this alone.

- I would be honored.

(soft music) But first I must inquire about the dog.

- What dog?

- There's nothing here.

- Then how do you explain this?

(bright music) (dog whimpers) (girl laughs)