[last lines; Benedick and Beatrice are standing at the altar]
Benedick: Remind me, what are we doing here?
Beatrice: I have absolutely no idea.
[Beatrice walks in on Hero who is standing in a wedding dress]
Beatrice: You're not going like that, are you?
Hero: You're being jealous, Claude.
Claude: I'm the fiancé... I'm supposed to be jealous.
Hero: Jealous; not insane.
Hero: There's only one word for the weather this weekend and that word is... very changeable
Beatrice: [Coming Forward] What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell! an maiden pride, adieu! No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benidick, love on; I will requite thee, Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand: If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee to bind our loves up in a holy band; For others say thou dost deserve, and I believe it better than reportingly.
Benedick: [talking to himself] Love's just one of those things a man grows into, like jazz and olives. I'm not going to let a few sarcastic remarks change the way I feel. After all, the world must be peopled. When I said I'd die a bachelor I just didn't realize I'd live this long!
[at the hospital]
Benedick: Here, I got you this.
Beatrice: What is it?
Benedick: Coffee... Maybe soup.
Beatrice: Thanks but... I think I'll pass.
Beatrice: *Don't* call me "Bea"!