B: Say, fellas! Do any of you fellas know where Carl Smith is?
Ba: He took off in the middle of the night to get married.
Bb: Yeah, probably one step ahead of a shotgun．
B: Would you happen to know where he's getting married? I'm supposed to be there.
Bb: Why don't you ask Carter?
B: Would you happen to know where I might find him?
Bc: Hey, Carter! Where's the make-out king getting married?
C: Santa Barbara!