Jake: All right, let's crush this list.
[phone call 1:] Calla lilies? Do you think I'm planning a funeral? I want dahlias.
[phone call 2:] No, no, no. Brown sprinkles at the ice cream bar? Do you think I'm planning a funeral? Give me rainbow!
[phone call 3:] Mini lamb shanks? Do you think I'm planning a funeral? Swap 'em out for some tiny tuna tacos.
[later:]
Sergeant Jeffords: Why do you keep saying the funeral thing?
Jake: Because my groom gut has a catchphrase. Doy.