Sam: I want to talk to you a minute. Miss Howe, I think I can get this wedding back on track.
Rebecca: Thank God.
Sam: Yeah, but I have one little condition.
Rebecca: You pull this off and you can have anything you want.
Sam: Really?
Rebecca: Except that.
Sam: Actually, all I want to do is get rid of these stupid uniforms.
Rebecca: Mr. Malone, ever since you have worked here, you have done nothing but whine about these uniforms. Now, I put a great deal of thought into them and I happen to think they make a statement.
Sam: Oh, yeah. They say I'm a lima bean. All right. Fine, fine. If you insist on keeping these uniforms, then there'll be no wedding, no wedding reception, and you and Mr. Drake can spend an intimate evening watching 40 quarts of guacamole turn black.
Rebecca: Fine, fine. Get rid of the uniforms.