Will: Come on out here, guys. Give the bride-to-be a kiss.
Hilary: Time for a toast. Carlton, get some glasses.
Will: Whoa. Dom Perignon, the good stuff.
Hilary: Tyler and I were saving it for our honeymoon.
Will: Trevor, Hilary.
Hilary: Right, Trevor, whatever. Anyway, I figured it was the least I could do with all the injuries I've caused.
Lisa: Thank you.
Will: It ain't nothing, Hil. I mean, accidents happen.
[As Hilary opens the bottle, the cork flies off and hits Will, sending him back into his wheelchair, which rolls back into the pool]