Marie: Sir, she's right. I was wrong.
Mr. Rodell: That's all right, ma'am.
Marie: No, no, no. It's my fault and I want to accept complete responsibility.
Mr. Rodell: Well, you can't, but thanks.
Marie: I just wanted Amy's shower to be special. That's why I made all those appetizers, like the caprese and the stuffed mushrooms. Did you get any of those?
Mr. Rodell: Excuse me, I have a full schedule.
Marie: This is important. I know I took over a little too much, but I didn't know what my place was at that bridal shower.
Debra: It's okay, Marie.
Marie: No, it's not okay. It was your party. I should have just stepped aside and let you serve your frozen whatevers. I'm sorry.
Debra: Thanks, Marie.
Mr. Rodell: [to the stenographer] You getting all this?
Debra: I'm sorry, sir.
Mr. Rodell: No, no, I think she might have helped. I now fully understand your extenuating circumstances. Which has no bearing on the case, but I do believe that you did have... intent to nap. I'm returning your license, subject to a year's probation. Goodbye, everybody. And good luck to whoever's marrying into this.