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Nick: I’d rather fight with you than make love with anyone else.
Nick: Well thank you for including me in this timeless feminine ritual. Here’s to the husbands who’ve won you, the losers who’ve lost you, and the lucky bastards who’ve yet to meet you.
Kat: You know what pisses me off? I’ve been spilling my guts all weekend and I don’t know a thing about you.
Nick: I’m allergic to fabric softener. I majored in comparative literature at Brown. I hate anchovies. And I think I’d miss you even if we never met.
Nick: Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close… your… eyes. You’re safe. You can relax. I’m not going to kiss you. He’s gonna be so sorry he lost you, so stop worrying. Forget the past. Forget the pain. And remember what an incredible woman you are. You do that and he’ll realize what he lost.
Kat: Holy crap. You’re worth every penny.
Nick: I think I’d miss you even if we’d never met.
Kat: Oh, I should warn you. You know those families where everyone’s out of their minds, but at the end of the day they’re you family, so you love them? Mine’s not like that. I love my dad, but since he’s my stepdad, he’s technically not family. He’s more like a hostage.
Amy: Hey.
Kat: Hey.
Amy: I just… I wanted to thank you for not outing me in front of Ed. I want to tell him just not the night before our wedding, you know… with these things, timing is everything.
Kat: You’re right. You should really time it right so that when he hears that you repeatedly screwed his best friend, he won’t feel like the whole world is collapsing around him, and there’s no escape because you tricked him into marrying you.
Amy: Kat…
Kat: Oh, don’t worry. Your wedding will be perfect tomorrow. I’ll smile and say all the right things, and you’ll deal with Ed when you’re ready. But right now, tonight, I’m not going to pretend it’s okay.
