Dr. Robert Romano: Good evening, gentlemen.
[Malucci and Carter stare at him]
Dr. Robert Romano: What? Didn't think I'd be invited? So, where's the bride?
Dr. Dave Malucci: [points] She's in waiting. Dr. Greene hasn't shown up yet.
Dr. Robert Romano: Really? Well, if he's smart, he's halfway to Mexico by now.
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: [on the phone] I don't care if it's raining fire and brimstone, you are going to get me to that church if I have to ride on your back like a bloody donkey
[hangs up angrily]
Isabelle Corday: Perhaps you should eat something
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: I do not need to eat. Nor do I need a spot of tea, or a moment of quiet reflection on this, my special day. This is America, and sometimes you just have to kick some ass.
Isabelle Corday: We'll take your car and get there early.
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: Fine. Fine, okay. But unless you can drive stickshift on the right side of the road, I'm driving.
Isabelle Corday: Elizabeth, you cant possibly drive in your condition
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: Get your purse, grab the flowers, and let's go.
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: Now listen here, you ignorant bastard!
Dr. Mark Greene: What's wrong?
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: Oh... Mark... nothing.
Dr. Mark Greene: In a few hours, we're gonna be surrounded by friends and people we love... and your mother.
Isabelle Corday: What could be more perfect than marrying the man that you love while carrying his hild?
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: Yes, well this love child also comes with an extra forty pounds and hemorrhoids!
Isabelle Corday: Why don't you sit down and have some tea?
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: What, so that I can pee every two minutes instead of every ten?
Dr. Jing-Mei Chen: New rule: anything that involves pus waits until after lunch.
Dr. John Carter: Can you see that Mr. Tuttle gets a sandwich? The unborn twin inside of his stomach is hungry.
Dr. Charles Corday: So, I'm going to be a grandfather. This won't affect my dating, will it?
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: One can only hope.
Isabelle Corday: He'll be here, Elizabeth. Don't fret.
Dr. Elizabeth Corday: But I do fret! Every time he's late, I fret! Every time he slurs a word, or gets tired, or bumps his head, I fret! I'm about to get married, and I'm afraid. Not of being with him, but of being without him! I'm afraid he won't be around to raise this child!