Michael: I'm one of those people who's been picturing my wedding since I was a teenager. I believed. Even in my stupid hometown with my stupid parents and idiot guys who threw rocks at me every day, I believed. Even when I was working as a pro, my worst nights on the streets, I still believed. I believed that someone was gonna love me, care about me, that I wouldn't be alone, and it is my wedding day, and you hate me. You would murder me with your bare hands if you thought you could get away with it and I have no one who would even miss me. I have nothing. It is the day I've been dreaming of and I have nothing.
Cyrus: You're wrong, you know. I would never murder you myself. That's a rookie move. I'd pay a professional to do it.