Julianne: Kimmy! Kimmy! Kimmy! I knew you're in here. The guard saw you come in!
Kimmy: Just leave me alone, you bitch!
Kimmy: Who the hell do you think you are?
Kimmy: You came here pretending to by my friend! And I made you mymaid of honor!
Julianne: Who asked you to do that? You knew me what, eight minutes?
Kimmy: Michael trusted you, so I trusted you.
Julianne: You wanted to keep me close. You didn't trust me for a second.
Kimmy: I was right.
Julianne: Of course. You were right. But that's not my fault!
Kimmy: You kissed him! At my parents' house!
All: That's cold.
Kimmy: On my wedding day!
Kimmy: Shut up! Now I love this man, and there is no way that I'm gonna give him up to sometwo-faced, big-haired food critic.
Julianne: All right. All right. Okay. All right. I kissed him. I tried to steal him. I lost. He doesn't love me. He loves you. Kimmy, I haven't done much that I'm proud of the last three days. I'd like to take you to the church, so you canwalk down that aisleand marry the man of our dreams, 'cause he sure wants to marry you.