Vivian: Oh, Hilary. What is this?
Philip: Hilary's marrying Trevor.
Vivian: Oh, come on. Don't tease me.
Hilary: Mother, it's true.
Carlton: When did he propose?
Hilary: This morning, as he was leaving the pool house. I mean, this morning on the phone.
Will: You certainly ain't wasting no time getting a gown.
Hilary: Mom and Dad bought this for me when I hit puberty.
Vivian: One down, three to go.