Francesca: I just don't see what's wrong with the dress.
Hilary: Francesca, remember the first day of junior high when you showed up in a reversible poncho? Who hid you under the bleachers?
Francesca: You did, Hilary.
Hilary: That's right, because I care about you. Remember freshman year? Do I need to bring up the culotte incident? [Francesca shakes her head] Then I think it's time we stopped the madness. Francesca, this dress, it's an abomination.
Francesca: What if we add a dickey?
Hilary: Why don't we just wear Wax Lips?
Francesca: Hilary, you haven't agreed with one thing I've picked for my wedding.
Hilary: Well, I agreed that you should wear white, and I think we all know that's a stretch.
Francesca: I guess you're right. So could you help me, please?
Hilary: Well, I guess I could come up with a few tips. Geoffrey, hit the lights.