Caryl: He said, "Well, if you're pregnant, and you decide to have it, I'm outta here."

Kimberly: What did you say?

Caryl: I said, "Swear you mean it."

Matt: Are you avoiding me? Or is it,


Matt: "Just my imagination?"

Pat: What gets out grape popsicle?

Lulu: Here are your shoes. You can all write me your checks later.

Pat: [Looking at the high heels] Oh, no way! Look, I sprained my ankle and there's no way I'll make it down the aisle in these!

Kimberly: Why don't we all wear flats?

Lulu: Don't be silly! You all have to match!