[flashback:]
Chidi: I had a little trouble writing my speech. Um... I wrote 11 different versions.
Uzo: Wedding's in 20 minutes, buddy.
Chidi: Oh, boy, I mean, these run about 55 minutes a piece. I'm really hot. Is this air conditioner even working?
Uzo: Yes, it is. You're just having a literal meltdown. Also, you're not dressed yet, and we haven't picked up the rings.
Chidi: Okay, well, uh, there's an issue there involving what I consider to be unfair labor practices on the part of the jeweler.
Uzo: And we never had a bachelor party because you could never settle on a location or time.
Chidi: I'm sorry, you were right. This is too much for me. You should just leave me here and go get married.
Uzo: Yeah, here's the thing, bud: my wedding isn't for another month. This was a test to see if you could handle being my best man, and, just as I predicted, you failed, miserably.
Chidi: Oh, no. No, I mean, I'm... I'm relieved, but this is embarrassing.
Uzo: It's okay, bud. Obviously, I prepared for this. Let's just go have a nice night. I'll buy you a beer.