Chandler: Now, Monica, I know you're upset, but don't forget there is going to be a wedding. You are going to throw the bouquet, and then there's going to be a honeymoon. Maybe in Paris.
Monica: Paris?
Chandler: We will take a moonlit walk on the Rue de la blah-blah-blah.
Monica: Keep talking.
Chandler: Then we will sprinkle rose petals on the bed and make love. Not just because it's romantic, but because I can.