(Sarah fixes Chuck's bowtie, her hands lingering on his chest)
Sarah: You look like a real spy.
Chuck: You look like a real bridesmaid. (They pause) Sarah, I--
Sarah: Wait, uh, there is something that I have to tell you.
Chuck: I can't wait. I can't wait, I can't wait any longer, okay? Everyone keeps asking me what I'm gonna do with my future, and the truth is I don't have a clue. All I do know is I want you to be in it.
Sarah: Please, I really have to tell you--
Chuck: No. No guns, no lies. Just us. Just like I've always wanted. I've recently come into a little bit of money, so any place you want to go, any place at all, as long as it's sunny with little umbrella drinks...what I'm getting at here is: Sarah Walker, will you do me the honor...of taking a vacation with me?
Sarah: Chuck, I'm leaving in the morning. The details are classified, but I'm working on the new Intersect project. With Bryce.
Chuck: Bryce?
Sarah: I'm-- I'm so sorry; I wanted to wait until after the ceremony to tell you.
(Chuck pauses, stunned, devastated, and fighting to control his growing anger)
Chuck: Thank you for coming to the wedding. Good for the cover. (He storms away)