There’s no such thing as one drink with us. You know that.

Sam

There are hundreds of people downstairs waiting to take photos of you, and you look beautiful.

Kate

Brit: We don’t really work like this.
Sam: Like what?
Brit: You're helping me, it’s not our thing.

Sam: When did this become about me?
Brit: Oh Sam, it’s always been about you. Can you go?

I didn’t realize this was a runaway bride situation.

Sam

Congratulations! Go revel in your freedom.

Gail

Sam: Dad? I can’t see your face anymore.
Sam’s dad: Maybe I don’t want you to when you’re drinking.
Sam: Oh shit! I’m drinking. I really want to see you.

Brit: Is Joel who you thought I’d end up with?
Sam: No for a variety of reasons. But, I’m really happy you guys are doing this.

Brit: Can you help me or not?
Felicia: Why would I help you?
Brit: I don’t know. I thought you might know somebody. I remember that party in high school you had weed.

Sam: Olivia, you’re going to have another baby? Obviously, I count myself as your first.
Olivia: I’m way too young to be your mother. Don’t ever say that again.

Olivia: It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just list all of the ways you’ve done her harm and synthesize it in a bite-size piece that she can swallow.
Sam: Right. I’ll just fit 13 years of being a total asshole into 30 minutes.

You knew me better than anybody. You definitely knew I was an alcoholic before I did. I’m sorry for a lot of stuff. I miss you a lot.

Sam