Marie: Oh, I couldn't wish for a nicer daughter-in-law.
Frank: Let's celebrate with some lasagna.
Amy: Wait, wait, wait, wait! We're not getting married.
Marie: Of course, you're getting married. Don't be silly. That makes everything all right.
Amy: Robert, six months ago when I asked about our future you freaked out and we broke up. Now you're ready to get married just because you're afraid of what your mother thinks?
Marie: Sometimes a mother knows best, dear.
Amy: Sometimes a mother should just butt out!
Frank: Hey, Robert, you've got to marry this one. [chuckles]