Robert: When Amy asked when and where I wanted to get married, I said I wouldn't mind a winter wedding because of all my, you know, sweating. And maybe not a fancy-schmancy reception because of my discomfort around busboys.
Frank: And what happened?
Robert: Spring wedding, fancy-schmancy, eight busboys.
Ray: I'm tellin' you, man, she wants to do this. Screw up the invitation, show it to her, and let her do all the work.
Don't you love her?