Nicole:
Why are you torturing yourself over a ten-second conversation with Chantry that would answer everything?
Wallace:
It's your wedding day. Can we talk about you?
Nicole:
Exactly. It's my wedding day. As best man, it's your job to keep me calm so that I don't crawl out that window and go and bang a sailor.
Wallace:
Where are you gonna find a sailor?
Nicole:
At the dock.
Nicole:
God, what's the best-case scenario? "Wallace, I love you. Let's have sex forever until we die having sex"?
Wallace:
That is the best-case scenario.
Nicole:
Okay, and what's the worst-case scenario? "Wallace, you shit-drizzling liar. I thought we were friends but, this whole time, you've just been trying to put your junk inside my trunk."
Wallace:
Anything involving the phrase "put your junk inside my trunk" actually would be the worst-case scenario.
Nicole:
Look, the one thing I like about getting married is that you get to stand up in front of everyone you care about and state, for the record, that you believe in the best-case scenario. It terrifies me, but that's why the outfits are so nice.
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