Kimmy's Mother: I insist you stay on for lunch.
Julianne Potter: No, no, no, no, no... Absolutely -...
George Downes: Love to! Love the bag, love the shoes, love everything. Love to!
Julianne Potter: Michael... I love you. I've loved you for nine years, I've just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and... well, now I'm just scared. So, I realize this comes at a very inopportune time but I really have this gigantic favor to ask of you. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy. Oh, that sounds like three favors, doesn't it?
Kimmy Wallace: I love this man, and there is no way that I'm gonna give him up to some two-faced, big-haired food critic.
Michael O'Neill: Kimmy says if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just...
Julianne Potter: Passes you by...
Michael O'Neill: Passes you by...
Julianne Potter: It is the duty of the best man to dance with the maid of honor.
Michael O'Neill: Dance? You can't dance. When did you learn how to dance?
Julianne Potter: I've got moves you've never seen.
George Downes: Kindred spirits, eh?
Julianne Potter: No, he's nothing like me. He's like you, actually, only straight.
Julianne Potter: I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that some psychopath was trying to break the two of you up. Luckily, I woke up and I see that the world is just as it should be. For my best friend has won the best woman. I didn't buy you a gift. But this is on loan until you two find your song...
Julianne Potter: I'm pond scum. Well, lower actually. I'm like the fungus that feeds on pond scum.
Michael O'Neill: Lower. The pus that infects the mucus that cruds up the fungus that feeds on the pond scum. On the other hand, thank you for loving me that much, that way. It's pretty flattering.
Julianne Potter: Except it makes me fungus.
Kimmy Wallace: He's got you on a pedestal and me in his arms.
George Downes: Tell him you love him. Bite the bullet.
George Downes: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
George Downes: You're probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps even looking at those nails thinking, "God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure."
George Downes: Why don't we stop and have a drink? You can take a later flight.
Julianne Potter: No, no, no, no. I'm a busy girl. I've got exactly four days to break up a wedding, steal the bride's fella and I haven't one clue how to do it.
Julianne Potter: He just came in for few hours to uh, to uh, FUCK ME.
George Downes: Huh! Takes a few hours.
Julianne Potter: Crème brûlée can never be Jell-O. YOU could never be Jell-O.
Kimmy Wallace: I HAVE to be Jell-O!
Julianne Potter: You're never gonna be Jell-O!
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