Debra: Amy, you don't have to let him off the hook so easily. What he did was hurtful, just like Ray and his one-man zipper band.
Ray: He didn't play the zipper. That was his name.
Amy: Is this what happens? Is this what marriage has become for you guys? Robert and I are getting married, and I want us to be honest and trusting. And I hope those feelings will only get stronger the longer we're together. I'm sorry. I just I want to get married because I know how great it can be. Maybe it isn't easy, but I think it's worth going for.
Robert: I think so, too. Come on, Amy. See you guys later. [both exit]
Ray: Wow.
Debra: Yeah. Remember when we were that stupid?

Robert: The wedding planner lady was supposed to print it out for you, and you were supposed to look it over!
Amy: She said you said sent it out.
Robert: No, I said print it out!
Amy: But she sent it out.
Robert: Oh my God!
Marie: [enters] Amy! Oh my God!
Amy: I know! Oh my God!
Marie: What happened to it?
Amy: Robert! Robert happened to it!
Robert: This wasn't supposed to go out!

Robert: All right, look, I gotta ask you guys somethin'. I'm in charge of the wedding invitations, all right? So I have to figure out what it's gonna say and how it's gonna look. So these here are the envelope and paper choices, these are some font samples, and tissue paper inserts. [turns TV off]
Ray: Come on, what are you doing?!
Robert: I gotta get a draft to the wedding coordinator lady today because these have to be in the mail this week.
Ray: Why are you doin' all this?
Robert: It's important I play a part in the wedding planning experience.
Ray: Uh, just tell me, can Amy drink a glass of water while you say that?

Robert: Why shouldn't I help? I mean, it is our wedding.
Ray: Oh God, you're stupid!
Frank: It's not your wedding, hammerhead. The wedding is for the woman.
Ray: Yes. Amy's been dreamin' about this day since she was 12. Have you been dreamin' about this since you were 12, huh? Have you?
Robert: No.
Ray: That's right... What'd you call him?
Frank: Hammerhead.
Ray: Hammerhead! Amy dreams about weddings. You dream about being late for work 'cause Mom's still powdering your bottom.
Robert: That was one time!

Ray: Come on, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. All right, I should've never done that. I should've never told Robert that stuff. I'm sorry. I'll apologize. I'll call Amy and apologize. And I-I should've never hired Zippers. You're right. You're right. But I- I was in love! And when you're in love, everything sounds like beautiful music.
Debra: Ray!
Ray: Like that. That's like the angels are singing.

Marie: Go on. Tell Debra what Amy wants.
Robert: Ma, you don't have to follow me around. I can handle this myself.
Marie: We'll decide what you can handle. Now talk.
Robert: Amy wants you to look at these bridesmaids' dresses and tell her which one you like best.
Debra: Fine. You can hang them back there.