Back at the alley, the wedding concludes and balloons drop out of the ceiling. The bride tosses her garter and Kenny catches it, like the jungle stud we always knew he could be. Mike gives a toast to the happy couple, and then smears cake all over his face. Ed is laughing uproariously and hands Mike a $10 bill. Ed gives the young couple his lucky ball and they act like it's a deed to some prme real estate. Phil is serving people at the Manwich bar and everyone is dancing in the alley. Ed and Carol are dancing and they look at the young lovers and then at each other with -- dare I say it? -- sparks in their eyes.

The montage ends, and we're now at the alley after everyone's left, save for Carol and Ed. Carol seems giddy from champagne and is saying that she thinks they need to throw more marriages at the bowling alley. Ed doesn't think so. He's kinda lightened up on the whole wedding situation now that it's over, and Carol asks if he's starting to believe in fate. He says he's always believed in fate. Then, to prove it, he picks up a ball and says, "If I bowl a strike, I'm asking you to marry me." Carol moves to the edge of her seat. Ed rolls the ball and knocks down seven pins, thus leaving three. Carol looks dejected and happy at the same time. Ed walks back and grabs another ball, and saying that if he rolls a spare, he gets one night of unbridled lovemaking. He rolls the ball and gets a spare. Carol tells him to dream on, and they start fighting playfully. Ed says that it was fate that he rolled that spare, and that they have to have sex. He doesn't want to have sex, but you don't "mess with the pin Gods" in these kinds of situations. Carol's refusing, and Ed's saying she can't refuse as the show ends.

A rather dull episode. The court case was stupid and meandering; the wedding subplot had a few moments, but was bogged down by Ed's continual rants about how wrong it was. Warren finally got kissed, so at least his character may start moving in a different direction and with three episodes left, NBC is hinting that Carol and Ed may finally do it doggy-style with mirrors on the ceiling.

Or something like that.