Diane: Where's Loretta?
Nick Tortelli: Uh, I don't know. She, uh, she got up and ran out on me. Uh, apparently, she didn't like the cake.
Diane: Nick, do yourself a favor. Get up out of that chair, march out that door... Do you mind? [music stops] March out that door, find your wife, take her in your arms, sweep her up off her feet, and tell her that "If our hearts cannot be as one for all eternity, life will have lost all meaning."
Nick Tortelli: Okay, I'll do that. That's it, boys. You're off the clock. Find your own ways home. [o.s.] Loretta!