The Wedding Singer (1998)
Drew Barrymore: Julia Sullivan
Julia : [into the mirror in her wedding dress] Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm Julia Guglia.
[disgusted at the sound of it]
Julia : Julia Guglia. Hi, it's nice to meet you I'm Julia Guglia...
[breaks out in tears, pauses, then smiles]
Julia : Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mrs. Robbie Hart.
Julia : Robbie and I are so pleased you could come to our wedding...
Julia : May I ask what happened with Linda?
Robbie : She wasn't the right one, I guess.
Julia : Did you have any idea she wasn't the right one when you were together?
Robbie : I should have. Uh, I remember we went to the Grand Canyon one time. We were flying there and I'd never been there before and Linda had, so you would think that she would give me the window seat but she didn't and... not that that's a big deal, you know. It's just there were a lot of little things like that. I know that sounds stupid...
Julia : Not at all. I think it's the little things that count.
Robbie : Are you drinking, too?
Julia : No, it's Coca-Cola.
Robbie : Are you sure? There's no rum in that Coca-Cola?
Julia : I'm not a big drinker. And if it was, I'd probably be puking more than that kid!
Robbie : Oh, I don't think anybody could puke more than than kid. I think I saw a boot come out of him.
Robbie : Thank you.
Jimmie Moore : No, thank you!
Robbie : For what?
Jimmie Moore : For quitting... or, should I thank Linda?
Jimmie Moore : [nudges him] My business has tripled.
Julia : Well, you've just inspired me to hire a DJ. So thank you.
Jimmie Moore : Well, good luck trying to find a DJ who can move and shake like THIS.
[wriggles back and foth like a snake slithering]
Robbie : How did you know that Glenn was the right one?
Julia : The right one, ah... I always just envisioned the right one being someone I could see myself growing old with.
Robbie : Yeah.
Julia : And... Glenn would *be* a really good-looking older man. Like Blake Carrington.
Robbie : I'm gonna probably look like Buddy Hackett.
Julia : Can I get some more prime rib?
Andre : Prime rib, always the prime rib. Make them eat the fish!
Holly : Four more prime ribs.
Andre : [bowing] Your wish is my command, my darling.
Julia : How come he's so nice to you?
Holly : I let him look at my boobs at the Christmas party last year. Not my finest half hour, but its been a pleasant working environment ever since.
Julia : [he looks at Julia] No!