My Best Friend’s Wedding

Quotes: « George Downes: The misery, the exquisite tragedy. The Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown. » « Julianne Potter: Did I tell you my gown was lavender? » « George Downes: Hair swept up. Haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking: 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure, but it's too late now. » « Julianne Potter: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender. » « George Downes: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement… wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish… radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you… the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is… gay… like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think… what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage… maybe there won't be sex… but, by God, there'll be dancing. » « 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. » « Julianne Potter: I have a confession. Another confession. Besides that I – love you, this is even worse. The e-mail that Walter sent to your boss – I wrote that. I'm the bad guy. » « Michael O'Neill: Are you crazy? Jules, are you – are you completely insane? I mean – I mean – Jules, how could you do that? » « Julianne Potter: Michael, it wasn't supposed to get sent. I just – I just wanted you to get mad at Kimmy. » [sighs] « Julianne Potter: God. I have done nothing but underhanded, despicable, not even terribly imaginative things since I got here. » [sighs] « Julianne Potter: But I was ju – Michael, I was just trying to – to win you, to win you back. » [Crying] « Julianne Potter: But that doesn't excuse any of it. I'm pond scum. Well, lower actually. I'm like the – the fungus that feeds on pond scum. » « Michael O'Neill: Lower. The pus that infects the mucus… that cruds up the fungus… that feeds on the pond scum. On the other hand, thank you… for loving me that much. That way, it's – it's pretty flattering. » « Julianne Potter: Except it makes me fungus. »