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Lucy: [to a comatose Peter] Do you believe in love at first sight? Nah, I betcha don’t, you’re probably too sensible for that. Or have you ever, like, seen somebody, and you knew that, if only that person *really* knew you, they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that *you* were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with? Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven’t even talked to? Have you ever been so alone you spend the night confusing a man in a coma?
Jack: I guess I don’t remember meeting you.
Lucy: Well, that’s probably because we’ve never met.
Jack: That could have something to do with it.
Lucy: Who is it?
Joe Jr.: Joe Jr.
Lucy: I’m not here.
Joe Jr.: I know that trick!
Priest: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to…
Lucy: I object.
Saul: Oh, geez.
Priest: I didn’t get to that part yet.
Jack: I would have to object too.
Priest: What about you?
Peter: I’m thinking!
Jack: You suck!
Peter: I suck, or the outfit sucks?
Jack: It’s a toss-up.
Elsie: I like Mass better in Latin. It’s nicer when you don’t know what they’re saying.
Lucy: I have a house, and family, and things like that… not like I’m complaining or anything, because I have a cat, I have an apartment, sole possession of the remote control. That’s very important. It’s just, I never met anyone I could laugh with.
Peter: I’m making a clean start with Lucy. She is… she is… she… what is she? She’s…
Jack: I’d say that she gets under your skin as soon as you meet her. She drives you so nuts you don’t know whether to hug her or, or just really arm wrestle her. She would go all the way to Europe just to get a stamp in her passport. I don’t know if that amounts to insanity, or just being really, really… likable.
Peter: No, that’s not it. But she’s gotta be really special. She’s gotta be. And I can spend the rest of my life finding out why.