George Downes: Look, tell him you love him. Bite the bullet.
Julianne Potter: No. Crème brûlée can never be Jell-O. you could never be Jell-O.
Kimmy Wallace: I have to be Jell-O.
Julianne Potter: You're never gonna be Jell-O! Now you need to come clean with your parents about this wedding because if you wait for the "Do you take this man?" part, it's considered poor form.
Julianne Potter: Takes one woman in a billion to put up with his array of shit. The guy's a one-man walking festival of idiosyncra - well, you've been introduced to the symponic range.
Kimmy Wallace: Of his snoring? Yeah, he says it's worse than ever. You know that "snarfle" one?
Julianne Potter: Oh, yeah.
George Downes: Listen, Jules. Why don't we stop and have a drink? You can take a later flight.
Julianne Potter: No, no, no, no. I'm a busy girl. I've got exactly four days to break up a wedding, steal the bride's fella and I haven't one clue how to do it. He was in love with everyday for nine godddamn years. Me.
Julianne Potter: This is my one chance at happiness. I have to be ruthless.
Kimmy Wallace: I think I'm going to cry.
Julianne Potter: Me too.
George Downes: Bond, Jane Bond.
Julianne Potter: If he were feeling what I'm feeling then he would know how it feels.
Kimmy Wallace: He's got you on a pedestal and me in his arms.
Michael O'Neill: Kimmy says if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just.
Julianne Potter: Passes you by.
Michael O'Neill: Passes you by. Yeah.