Frog:
Well... Look who's awake.
Thumbelina:
Oh, don't hurt me. I'm a very small girl.
Frog:
Every mother wants to find the perfect girl for her son to marry. Hahaha, lucky me, I found you, ribbet. [to her son]
Frog:
Hush up.
Thumbelina:
Look, I'm sure you're nice and, I'm sure your son's nice. For a frog. But there's a whole kingdom of Little People depending on me, so, if you'll just help me be on my way...
Frog:
Start thinking wedding bells, honey. You're going to be walking down the aisle. [the frog and her son swim away]
Thumbelina:
[to herself] Oh, this is terrible. How will I ever get to the meadow?
Oscar Madison:
Don't get physical with me, Felix! I'm too old to hit, but I can spit you to death!
Felix Ungar:
In that suitcase was my black formal afternoon suit that I bought to wear when I'm giving my daughter away in marriage. And in that suitcase was a $6,000 Tiffany silver tray that I bought as a wedding present. Oh, and in that suitcase was $10,000 in cash that I was going to give to my son-in-law on his wedding day. Now, in your suitcase, the police are going to find your broken, smashed, mutilated, and dissected body in the event that you don't go back and find my fucking suitcase!
Robbie:
[Linda shows up for the first time after failing to marry him] You're late.
Linda:
[sighs] I'm sorry... I just couldn't do it.
Robbie:
Well, if you need more time, I guess I could wait.
Linda:
No... I don't need more time, Robbie. I don't ever want to marry you.
Robbie:
[takes a deep breath, sighs] Gee, you know that information... really would've been more useful to me *yesterday.*
Linda:
I've been talking with my friends the last few days...
Robbie:
Oh, boy, here it comes.
Linda:
...and I think I've figured out what's been bothering me. I'm not in love with Robbie, now. I'm in love with Robbie, six years ago. Robbie, the lead singer of Final Warning; I used to come watch you when you were in your silk shirt and Spandex pants, and you would sing into the microphone like you were David Lee Roth.
Robbie:
I've still got the Spandex; I'll put 'em on right now.
Linda:
The point is, I woke up this morning and realized I'm about to get married to a wedding singer? I am never gonna leave Richfield!
Robbie:
Why do you need to leave Richfield? We grew up here. All our friends are here; it's the perfect place to raise a family.
Linda:
Oh, yeah - sure! Living in your sister's basement with five kids while you're off every weekends doing wedding gigs at a whoppin' sixty bucks a pop?
Robbie:
Once again, things that could've been brought to my attention YESTERDAY!
