Lilith: Ordinarily, Sam, people don't deal with depression by putting on a wedding dress and acting giddy.
Carla: Except maybe Clavin.
Cliff: Men don't get giddy.
Norm: Yeah, right, nice.

Sam: This is crazy. I got to go find out what's happened.
Rebecca: Way back on my head or up forward like this, whichever way we decide. Hi, Sam.
Sam: What are you doing?
Rebecca: I know, I know. I said that I would never have a traditional wedding, but, you know, deep down inside, doesn't every girl want to get married in white?
Sam: What about all that stuff you said last night?
Rebecca: What stuff? I wasn't even here last night.
Sam: I know you weren't here last night. You were at your apartment. I was there with you. Remember?
Rebecca: Oh, don't be silly, Sam. I wouldn't let anybody in that apartment. It's a mess.
Sam: Oh, my God, she doesn't- You don't remember, do you?

Frasier: Uh, Rebecca, I'm probably way out of line here, but, uh... I want you to know what a great honor it would be for me to sing at your wedding.
Rebecca: Okay.
Frasier: Really? Cool!

Rebecca: Jonathan, I found the extension cord.
Jonathan: We'll have to finish down at City Hall.
Sam: Honey, now, wait a minute. We were in your apartment together. Don't you remember? You came on to me. You said that you couldn't possibly marry Robin because in your entire life you never had anyone as exciting as me.
Rebecca: My! Someone's full of himself on my wedding day.
Frasier: Well, Sam, don't just stand there.
Sam: Yeah, you're right; I got to find something to jog her memory.
Frasier: No, no, you got to help me get this machine in the car. I've got a gig.

Frasier: Test, testing. One, two. A-one, two, three, four. Chong-ka-ka-chong- ka-chong-ka-chong. [to himself] We're going to cook tonight.

Sam: Hey honey, Rebecca? Hi.
Rebecca: Sam, isn't that mine?
Sam: Yeah, you bet it is. Here, open the pizza box. Look at that, huh? Some pizza with Canadian bacon and pineapple and look at your robe here with Canadian bacon and pineapple. Huh? Now, does this all remind you of something?
Rebecca: [gasping] Oh, God, oh, God, I just remembered!
Sam: Oh, yes! Oh, God, thank you! Th- I thought I was going crazy.
Rebecca: Yes, I remembered I left my garter in my car. Would you get it for me, please?
Sam: Well, sure, but... [blubbering]

Sam: Honey. Honey.
Rebecca: Sam, where's my garter?
Sam: Oh, I sent Woody after it. Listen, sweetheart, we've been friends for a long time, right?
Rebecca: Right.
Sam: I hope you understand that what I'm doing, I'm doing for you. I'm doing it out of our, our friendship over the last four years. I'm doing it because I care.
Rebecca: Okay, Sam, go ahead.
Sam: [slaps Rebecca] Snap out of it, will you?! I mean, let the fog lift here! You said that you didn't love the guy!
Rebecca: What the hell are you doing?!

Sam: Oh, hell, I give up. You know, do what you want. Marry Robin. I hope you'll be very happy, waking up every morning to [British accent]: "Good morning, Rebecca."
Robin: Good morning, Rebecca.

Ed: Young man, would you make sure everyone gets seated?
Woody: Oh, yes, Father.
Ed: I'm not a priest. I'm a government official.
Woody: Oh. I'm sorry, Your Honor.
Ed: No, son, that would be a judge. I'm a Justice of the Peace.
Woody: Well, then, what should I call you?
Ed: You can call me Ed.

Sam: [instrumental intro plays for "We've Got Tonight"] It's okay. It's her other favorite song. [sings] We've got tonight [talks] She sang it to me just last night.
Bobby Hatfield: [sings] Who needs tomorrow? Let's make it last, babe Let's find a way
Rebecca: I know I've heard this song before.
Bobby Hatfield: Turn out the lights
Rebecca: I just can't remember when.
Bobby Hatfield: Come on and hold my hand
Rebecca: It seems like it was...
Bobby Hatfield: We got tonight, honey
Rebecca: Oh, God!
Bobby Hatfield: Why don't you stay?
[Rebecca backs down the aisle and then runs out of the room]