Pat: And you look so beautiful today, and... [sobs]
Amy: What? What?
Pat: I'm sorry. I guess I pictured my little girl's wedding a certain way. I used to worry about telling you what to expect, you know, on your wedding night? But you and Robert have already...
Amy: Mother, please!
Pat: I'm sorry. You're right, sweetie. I know it's a different world. All fun, all the time. But look at you. You're like an angel dropped from heaven, and you've always been that for me and your father.
Amy: Thanks, Mom.
Pat: I better go. That phone book for Aunt Florence is a good idea.