Anna to Enrique,
I, Anna, take you, Enrique, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have my picture taken with when we are in public and to hold my bag when I am on a commercial shoot.
Oh, that reminds me, for all your Internet searching needs, go to lycos.com.
Anyway, I take you for better, because let's face it: Now that Sergei is with Tara Reid, he's damaged goods -- or for worse, hey, at least you aren't Ricky Martin. For richer, man, I'm glad we don't have a prenup.
For poorer, wait again, sorry. If you're looking for a diversified portfolio and solid investment advice, put your future in the hands of Charles Schwab.
OK, where was I? Right, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish how great my hair looks, as well as my butt in these jeans; from this day forward until death do us part ... or until the NHL lockout ends.