Garrett: I'm just gonna say what we all thinking. This is pretty as hell.

Jonah: They realize they're basically just fighting over a white net with glitter on it, right?
Garrett: Mm, I got five bucks on the blonde.
Jonah: Yeah, I'll take that action.

Amy: I bet your parents are all, like, "Don't spend all your money on one day! Save some for the baby." Parents.
Bo: Nah. Five G's, son. Yo, what's up? Making it rain! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Stand down. Drop that paper, yo. It's mine.
Amy: Where did you get all of that?
Cheyenne: Bo got hit by a car in the seventh grade by an old lady. She was legally blind and super drunk. Isn't he lucky?

Amy: Chey, you know babies come with lots of expenses... is what your dumb parents would say. Remember, from before? Aah, parents.
Cheyenne: Oh. Yeah.
Amy: But your parents do make a good point.
Cheyenne: Well, my mom said that we should save some money, but then, Bo is all like, "Nah," so it's a tough call.

Cheyenne: [on the phone] Where did you go? Please come back. I love you. It's Cheyenne, by the way.
Garrett: Hey, you had to go freak the little dummy out?
Amy: Well, it's not my fault.
Cheyenne: Oh, she's right. She was just teaching us this fun game about how expensive and scary it is to have a baby. What if he never comes back?
Amy: He will. He's gonna come back. He will! And you know what? If he doesn't, that wouldn't be the worst thing...
Jonah: Going right back at it, huh?

Cheyenne: I can't be a single mom. I have never even driven on the highway before. What if the baby needs to go downtown?
Jonah: Okay, again, Bo is coming back, all right? And when he does, you're gonna have a cart full of hella radical wedding stuff to show him.
Garrett: Yeah, like these little ass pillows to put the rings on 'cause they're important.
Cheyenne: [chuckles] Bo once threw up on a pillow at my Grandma's retirement party. Everything I see reminds me of how amazing he was.
Garrett: Okay. Surprising triggers.

Amy: I don't know if just randomly driving around is a good idea.
Dina: Where do teenagers go? Prom. Is there a prom around?
Amy: No, I just meant that we should think like a teenager.
Dina: Ah, yeah. Hey, Mom, get out of my room. You don't understand my generation. Pimples. It's not helping.

Amy: Oh, I've dated some losers. I dated this one guy who would only speak in Monty Python quotes.
Dina: The last guy I dated only hung out with me to play chess with my dad, and the guy before that was just using me for my freezer.
Amy: I dated three guys who were dating me just to get close to my friend, Rene, and Rene wasn't even that hot. Whatever. This is not about Rene.
Dina: Well, Rene sounds like a sack of crap.
Amy: She was. Thank you.
Dina: I just call it like I see it.

Dina: Well, we should probably go back. God, I hope the brides have cleared out.
Amy: You know, no one's really gonna notice if we're gone another hour or two.
Dina: Well, what would we do?
Amy: Um... [points to nail salon] Oh, we could pamper ourselves.
Dina: Oh, yeah.
[cut to Amy and Dina in a shooting range:]
Dina: The place is way fancier than my usual spot. Moist towelettes to wipe up the gunpowder. Man, I feel like a princess.

Jonah: I think I saw a turquoise one.
Garrett: Boom, cake stand. Silver-plated, lace bows. This is all kinds of elegant. If someone came up to you with a wheelbarrow full of elegance, you'd have to be like, "Sorry, Homie. We ass-deep in elegance."