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: George, this is so sweet of you to come to our rehearsal. I insist you stay on to lunch. Kimmy Wallace
: Oh yes. Julianne Potter
: No, no, no, no, no... Absolutely... George Downes
: Love to! Love the bag, love the shoes, love everything. Love to!
: When you kissed Michael, did he kiss you back? Julianne Potter
: What do you mean? We were lip to lip.
: Go on. This is so moving. Kindred spirits, eh? Julianne Potter
: No, he's nothing like me. He's like you, actually, only straight.
: Look, tell him you love him. Bite the bullet.
: It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
: The misery, the exquisite tragedy. The Susan Hayward of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown. Julianne Potter
: Did I tell you my gown was lavender? George Downes
: Hair swept up. Haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps looking at those nails thinking: 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure, but it's too late now. Julianne Potter
: George, I didn't tell you my dress was lavender. George Downes
: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you're off your chair in one, exquisite movement... wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish... radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he's on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you... the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is... gay... like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think... what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won't be marriage... maybe there won't be sex... but, by God, there'll be dancing.
: Listen, Jules. Why don't we stop and have a drink? You can take a later flight. Julianne Potter
: No, no, no, no. I'm a busy girl. I've got exactly four days to break up a wedding, steal the bride's fella and I haven't one clue how to do it. He was in love with everyday for nine godddamn years. Me!
: He just came in for few hours to uh, to uh, FUCK ME. George Downes
: Huh! Takes a few hours.
: You're going to humiliate me, aren't you? George Downes
: Only if I can.
: Bond, Jane Bond
: Coffee anyone?
: Michael's chasing Kimmy? Julianne Potter
: Yes! George Downes
: You're chasing Michael? Julianne Potter
: YES! George Downes
: Who's chasing you... nobody, get it? There's your answer. It's Kimmy.
: [George is about to be introduced to Kimmy's family
] Oh my god, race you to the altar! Julianne Potter
: [under her breath
] Underplay. George Downes
: Got it.
[to a relative
] George Downes
: HEY! I'm Jules' fiance, George! Just stopped by for a little preconjugal visit if you catch my drift!
: What I mean, when I say annoyingly perfect, is that there is nothing annoying about her perfection. It's vulnerable and endearing... and that is annoying as shit. George Downes
: Ahh... you like her... Julianne Potter
: If I didn't have to hate her, I'd adore her.