Archie and Jock were sitting in a Glasgow pub discussing Jock's forthcoming wedding. "Aye, it's all going like magic," said Jock. "I've got everything organized: flowers, church, cars, reception, rings, minister, even ma own stag night." Archie nodded. "Hell, I even bought a kilt to be married in," continued Jock. "A kilt?" exclaimed Archie, "That's grand. You'll look smart in that! And what's the tartin?" Jock replied, "Ach, I imagine she'll be in white!"