Adam: Robes? I don't do well in loosely-bound clothing. I'm a magnet for ill-timed breezes and errant doorknobs.
Barry: Love your body, Adam. I love mine. It's why I don't use the belt.
Erica: Well, you should. I'm already freaking out about this wedding. There can't be more for me to unsee.
Adam: What's her problem?
Barry: Who am I? The guy who wants to know her?
Erica: Oh, my God, you two dopes are so lucky. No one will ever marry you.