Hey, you're late.
I'm sorry. I just couldn't do it.
Well, if you need some more time, I guess I can wait.
No, I don't need more time, Robbie. I don't ever wanna marry you.
Jeez, you know, that information might have been a little more useful to me yesterday.
I've been talking to my friends the last couple of days...
Uggh...here it comes.
...and I've been figuring out what's been bothering me. I'm not in love with Robbie 'now'. I'm in love with Robbie '6 years ago'. Robbie the lead singer of Final Warning... when I used to come and watch you in the front row with your spandex pants...your silk shirt unbuttoned...licking the microphone like David Lee Roth...
I still got the spandex. I'll put 'em on right now.
The point is I woke up this morning and realized, I'm about to marry a wedding singer. I am never gonna leave Ridgefield!
Why do you need to leave Ridgefield? We grew up here. All our friends are here. It's the perfect place to raise a family.
OH...YEAH...livin' in your sister's basement with five kids while you're off every weekend doing wedding gigs at a whopping sixty bucks a pop?
Once again...things that could've been brought to my attention YESTERDAY!
