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A reporter is assigned to write a story about a woman who has left a string of fiances at the altar.
Ike Graham: [on the perfect proposal] Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me.
[Ike and Maggie have just kissed] Coach Bob Kelly: [to Maggie] If you were imagining me, you did great. [turns to Ike] Coach Bob Kelly: What the hell were YOU doing? Ike Graham: I'm sorry, Bob. She kissed me back. Maggie Carpenter: I kissed him back. Coach Bob Kelly: Yeah, I caught that. Want to tell me how long this has been going on? Maggie Carpenter: About a minute...? Ike Graham: A little longer for me. Maggie Carpenter: [smiles] Really? Coach Bob Kelly: What do you expect me to say to this? Ike Graham: How about - "I hope you'll be very happy together"? [Bob punches Ike in the face] Coach Bob Kelly: I hope you'll be very happy together.
Maggie Carpenter: I wanted to tell you why I run - sometimes ride - away from things. Ike Graham: Does it matter? Maggie Carpenter: I think so. [takes a deep breath] Maggie Carpenter: When I was walking down the aisle, I was walking toward somebody who didn't have any idea who I really was. And it was only half the other person's fault, because I had done everything to convince him that I was exactly what he wanted. So it was good that I didn't go through with it because it would have been a lie. But you - you knew the real me. Ike Graham: Yes, I did. Maggie Carpenter: I didn't. And you being the one at the end of the aisle didn't just fix that.
Maggie Carpenter: I am profoundly and irreversibly screwed up.
Maggie Carpenter: Is there one 'right' person for everyone? Ike Graham: No, but I think attraction is mistaken for rightness.
Maggie Carpenter: [Ike has just seen Maggie in the mirror in his apartment] Hello Ike. Ike Graham: Don't tell me, my *doorman* is one of your many admirers. Maggie Carpenter: I'm making friends with your cat. Is it okay that I'm here? Ike Graham: I don't have much choice in the matter, do I? But, I can't speak for Italics. [points at Italics the cat] Ike Graham: *Traitor*.
Maggie Carpenter: Benedict. Ike Graham: Arnold. Maggie Carpenter: I love Eggs Benedict, I hate every other kind. I hate big weddings with everybody staring. I'd like to get married on a weekday while everybody's at work. And when I ride off into the sunset, I want my own horse. Ike Graham: Should I be writing this down?
Grandma: [about Ike] I like his tight butt. Maggie Carpenter: Grandma! Grandma: Well, I do.
Maggie Carpenter: I love you, Homer Eisenhower Graham. Will you marry me? Ike Graham: I... I've got to think about this a little bit. Maggie Carpenter: Good. I was hoping you'd say that. Ike Graham: [laughing] You were not! Maggie Carpenter: I was, because if you said "yes" right away, then I wouldn't get to say this next part, and I've been practicing. [Maggie sits down, clears her throat] Maggie Carpenter: Ready? Ike Graham: I'm listening. Maggie Carpenter: I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is going to want get out. But I also guarantee... [starts to cry] Maggie Carpenter: ...that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Because I know in my heart... you're the only one for me.
Maggie Carpenter: [wistfully] Always a bride, never a bridesmaid!
Maggie Carpenter: Do you think I flirt with Cory? Peggy: Good morning to you, too. You look good. Maggie Carpenter: Thank you. Do you think I flirt with Cory? Peggy: Yes. Maggie Carpenter: I don't mean it. Peggy: I know. I think sometimes you just sort of spaz-out with random excess flirtation energy and it just lands on anything male that moves. Maggie Carpenter: On anything male that moves? As opposed to anything male that doesn't move? Peggy: Like certain kinds of coral.
Mrs. Pressmann: I'm thinking of changing back to my maiden name. Walter Carpenter: Can you still remember it?
[Ike's voice on his answering machine] Ike Graham: Hi, leave a message after the beep. If you want to send me a fax, then buy me a fax machine.
Ike Graham: Hey, don't knock drunks in bars! It means they're not out driving.
Maggie Carpenter: Gill, I am really afraid of needles, but that doesn't make me a bad person... Dead Head Gill: Look... [Gill shows her his rose tattoo on his chest] Ike Graham: [in a surfer-dude voice] Look, look! I think this man is heart broken!
Maggie Carpenter: Bless me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was... well. Anyway, I have sorta a technical question. I've been having bad thoughts, really bad thoughts. Priest Brian: Of an impure nature? Maggie Carpenter: No, No, I want to destroy this man's life, career everything. I want revenge. Now on a sins scale how bad is that? Can I Hail Mary my way out of that?
Peggy: Well, there is one thing that brings warmth to my heart. [pause] Peggy: Duckbill platypus. Maggie Carpenter: No... that's only funny at Camp Birchwood in the tent at three in the morning and it's raining and my leg is the pole! That's the only time that's funny. Peggy: Let's just give it a try.
Maggie Carpenter: A girl can't get married in flannel!
Maggie Carpenter: [while fighting with her veil] Who makes these things? Peggy: Calm down. The veil is not attacking you.
[Maggie has just left her groom standing at the altar, and has jumped aboard a FedEx truck] Ellie: Where is she going? Fisher: I don't know, but she'll be there by 10:30 tomorrow.
Ike Graham: SHAZAM! I think I'm in Mayberry.
Peggy: Have you heard my husband's morning show? "Wake Up With Flem?"
Coach Bob Kelly: What is she doing? Peggy: Uh, she's being the "bell" instead of the "ball".
Maggie Carpenter: [reading Ike's notes] "How does she get all those guys to propose? She's not even that beautiful." Bite me, paper boy!
Maggie Carpenter: You're a cynical, exploitive, mean-hearted creep who wouldn't know real love if it bit him in the armpit.
Ike Graham: [Mrs. Whittenmeyer refuses to sell a wedding gown to Maggie] You sell wedding dresses, right? Mrs. Whittenmeyer: Yes, I've been selling wedding gowns for thirty-five years. Ike Graham: Wonderful! Because we are here to buy one! But not just any one. [points to a gown in the window] Ike Graham: She wants "that" one! Mrs. Whittenmeyer: It's a thousand dollars! Ike Graham: Listen, Aunt Bea! Conversation has never worked for me, let's try "visual." [jumps into the window and pulls the mannequin down, knocking its wig off] Ike Graham: We're buying the dress! And anything else she wants!