Bonnie: Divya Katdare. What are the odds? Divya: What are the odds of what? Bonnie: Your mother hired me to help plan your engagement party. Evan: Huh. Your what? Divya: Evan, go wait in the car. Bonnie: In fact, I just got the mock-up of the invitation. Where is it? Ah. Here we go. Divya: I'm sure you are mistaken. Bonnie: You're saying there's two Divya Katdares in the Hamptons? Evan: Yeah, the odds of that would be... Divya: Evan, go wait in the car!
Evan: Divya, it's not a situation. It's a wedding. It's-It's two people in love, forcing their friends to dance to We Are Family. You know? It's-It's sac... Wait a minute. Is this an arranged marriage? Divya: Why?! Why, because I'm Indian?! Why, that's-that's quite an unenlightened stereotype. (off Evan's stare) Yes. It's a strategic marriage.