Adeline: You messed with the wrong bride.
Ally McCabe: Love hurts, bitch.
Ally McCabe: I didn't know that murder was a love language.
Ally McCabe: My point is, it's not real. And somehow, I landed a job that forces me to propagate a fantasy in order to sell blood diamonds harvested from third world slave labor, so please forgive me if I'm not swept away by your magical notions of romance.
