Jonah: I didn't know you were bringing Adam.
Dina: Yeah, I thought your marriage was, like, [imitates monitor beeping] [imitates flatlining]
Amy: No, it's fine. We're in couples counseling and it's fine, and, please, nobody be weird around him, okay?
Jonah: No... I'm, like, super cazh.
Amy: And, please, nobody say "super cazh," like, as a life rule.

Dina: Well, personally, I'm gonna wear a polo dress. All right? It's simple, beautiful, elegant... Oh, but then again, I do have one of Nancy Pelosi's old pantsuits. I won it at an auction. Do you think that would be better?
Amy: I'm actually just wearing my bridesmaid's dress.
Dina: You asked Amy to be a bridesmaid, but you didn't ask me?
Cheyenne: What? Ohhh! Uhhh... Yah!
Dina: I get it. Ah! I just kind of always wanted to be a bridesmaid, and I... I don't know if I'll ever get another chance. I mean... my sister's just so ugly.
Cheyenne: All right, Dina... you can be a bridesmaid.
Dina: Yes! Oh! You will not regret this. Okay, I'm gonna need to see my dress asap, in case I want to change the cut or the color.

Glenn: Does this sound fancy to you? [shakes box]
Garrett: Nah, just sounds like gold clinking up against crystal.
Glenn: What? Those are two of the most expensive things!
Garrett: Relax, dude, it's not a competition. I just got something from the "lost and found" bin at work.

Photographer: Shadow.
Dina: I can't control the sun!

Cheyenne: Ow.
Dina: Relax, Bridezilla. So, as your bridesmaid, I'm supposed to come hold your dress while you... you know, piss and [bleep] And I'm clocking you in at three hours since your last pit stop.
Cheyenne: Um, I-I'm good, thank you.
Dina: Yeah. For me, now is kind of perfect, because those mini pizzas you served earlier are just... not sitting.
Cheyenne: Okay, fine, I'll go.
Dina: Let's do this.

Garrett: [over PA] Table nine, the buffet is now open. Go wild.
Mateo: You're making announcements? Doesn't it feel like you're just at work?
Garrett: Well, what can I say, man? I just love the power. [over PA] Table eight. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! Now you can go.

Glenn: You remember Cheyenne, don't you? She just got married.
Jeff: Hi. Yes, this is your wedding. So why would you... I'm sorry that I'm... I'm wearing shorts. I was at a Frisbee golf thing.
Cheyenne: Cool.
Glenn: It's cool. It's cool. Hey, fun fact about Cheyenne is she's severely uneducated, so her job's the only thing standing between her and prostitution. Now, let me introduce you to some other peeps who are right on the poverty line. I'm sorry about the...
Cheyenne: I never prostituted.

Sandra: What you have been...
Jerry: So how have... [chuckles]
Sandra: Sorry. You go.
Jerry: How's your boyfriend?
Sandra: We're not dating anymore.
Jerry: Oh. Um... I'm sorry to hear that.
Sandra: Yeah. I made him up.

Dina: I need a super-embarrassing story about you.
Cheyenne: Why?
Dina: It's just for my speech. And it's not essential, but if it could rhyme with "fellatio," that would be icing.

Garrett: [over PA] Attention, wedding guests, specifically Bo's friends. Just because I'm a DJ does not mean I am "carrying" Molly. So please stop asking. Thank you for shopping at Cloud 9. Damn it. Sorry. Force of habit.