Manny: Uh, whoever's officiating, if you can carve out some time for a poem I've written. It's sort of a "Beowulf" meets "You've Got Mail."

Haley: Mnh! How can my babies be early?! I've never been early to anything! Maybe they're not mine!
Dylan: I've always been faithful to you!

Haley: Um... that was weird.
Dylan: Those little people with the full-size baby?
Haley: No, when the doctor called you my husband.
Dylan: Well, people are gonna assume...
Gloria: No, it... It was weird because I liked it.
Dylan: Seriously? Because I proposed, like, six times.
Haley: I know. I just... It seemed so old-fashioned at the time, but when I thought that the babies were coming, I-I...
Dylan: Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Haley: I'm gonna need a little help here. Okay. Okay, we're good. Dylan Stardust Marshall, will you... Oh! Going over. Okay. Okay. I'm fine. I'm fine. It's okay. Will you marry me?
Dylan: Oh, my God. This is exactly how I imagined it.