Best. Wedding. Ever. Or the worst. Depends on how much drama you want with your weddings, I guess.

Only in Cardiff, eh? Only in Cardiff can you be chasing a shapeshifter through the city streets, then go to your hen party, then wake up the next morning with a hangover and an alien bun in the oven. Thank god for retcon.

Oh, the leechy groomsmen! I hate to say that one deejay got what he deserved, but man, the sense of sexual entitlement a man in a tuxedo can feel is, heh, out of this world. You know, I’ve been cornered at weddings by jerks, and it does kinda feel like this:

Oh, it would be Jack who has to run in yelling, “Stop the wedding!”

Oh, the embarrassment, to be suddenly pregnant at your own wedding when you weren’t before. To have to tell your parents you fight aliens for your work. And the in-laws!

She’s an alien, baby!

Awk-ward.

Oh ho, and just when we think maybe we’re gonna get a big dramatic declaration of love from Jack, right at the eleventh hour, the thing that will make everything okay and the way we dreamy viewers know it’s supposed to be, with Jack and Gwen ending up together after all:

Psych!

Bastards.

Random thoughts on “Something Borrowed”:

• The bomb in the baby carriage was wired to the radio-o-o:

• Aww, poor Jack, burdened with all those memories of all those past lives:

• Great quotes:

“Would Darwin have had a field day if he’d made it to space.” --Jack

“Rhys might forgive her going down the aisle pregnant, but not giving birth to a razor-toothed monster that eats half his family.” --Jack

“Class on toast...” --Gwen’s friend describing the wedding venue

“The problem seems to be an American with no sense of timing or fashion.” --Rhys’s mother, on Jack, of course

“I’m not an alien!” --Rhys’s mother
“Yeah, and the Lone Ranger didn’t have a thing with Tonto.” --Jack

“That whole Evil Dead thing looks pretty good on you, Rhys.” --Jack

“Strange thing when you mix Level 6 retcon with champagne...” --Jack

(next: Episode 10: “From Out of the Rain”)