Carla: Elliot, you'll get through this. You just have to try to not act like a crazy person. See, at times like this we tend to torture our men. To test him.
Elliot: Oh, yeah. I can't see myself doing that.
[later:]
Elliot: What's this, Keith? Huh?
Keith: Our sample invite with the letter you picked up.
Elliot: Uh, no. This is not, what I picked out. I picked out Flourished Italic, now you go back to the printer, and tell them it should look like this. [Elliot writes "Dumb Frick" in a stylized font on Keith's scrubs] I went to calligraphy camp. Now, don't you screw this up Keith. Because if this goes wrong, then the wedding goes wrong, and then I'll get depressed, and fat, and you cheat on me and I swear to God I will chop it off!
Keith: What just happened?