Phil: Hey, you remember the day I proposed to you?
Claire: Of course I do. I don't remember the exact date, but, yes.
Phil: March 19, 1994.
Claire: Oh. Yeah. I was in such a bad mood that afternoon. I was on day two of a St. Patrick's hangover.
Phil: I don't remember that. I just remember how crazy in love I was. I couldn't wait to ask you. I even ran a red light on the way to pick you up. I still have the ticket.
Claire: No, you don't. Why would you save something like that?
Phil: Are you kidding me? I was racing to my life. It's in a box at my dad's with a bunch of other stuff. The program from that concert where I met you, the matchbook with the fake number on it you gave me, the souvenir goblet from our first date. You really think I'd throw away all those [British accent] beautiful memories, milady? I haven't seen that stuff for a long time. I got to dig it out when I see my dad.