Declan: I kind of hate weddings.
Anna: Why? Because people are in love? That's so offensive to you?
Anna: You know, you have all of these random opinions and a bad attitude. What do you know? You're clearly not married, and you have obviously never been engaged.
Declan: Actually, I have. Once.
Bride: I don't want to interrupt a good party, but I want to say thank you to my husband. I want to say, may you never steal, lie or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please cheat death, because I couldn't live a day without you. Cheers!
Anna: Are you all right?
Declan: Grand. You know, it's just hot in there.
Anna: Do you want to talk about it?
Declan: Listen, Bob. You're not in America now. You're in Ireland. So, have a drink. Shut up.
Anna: I was just trying to help.
Declan: That's hilarious. The woman who's so desperate, she's diddly-eying her way to Dublin, making the most important decision of her life based on some ridiculous tradition, which, frankly, is a load of old poo. So, thank you, but it's not I who needs the help, okay?
Anna: It is not a load of poo. It's romantic. It's really, really romantic.
(Band playing upbeat song)
Declan: I'm not good at weddings.
Anna: They're better with a couple martinis.
Man from the band: Okay, thank you very much! We're going to do a special request now for the bridesmaids.
Declan: Want a go?
Anna: No. No, I don't...I don't Riverdance.
Declan: Do you never let your hair down, woman?
Anna: Yes. In my way, I do.
Declan: Good. (Band playing) Now, this is an easy one. You'll pick it up. Just follow them. We're going in a circle going that way.
Anna: No, no, put me down!
Anna: I'm really sorry. I was spinning.
Bride: Forget about it. At least it wasn't my husband.
Anna: Yeah. Right. At least it wasn't him.
Declan: I thought I was bad at weddings.
(Declan clears throat)
Anna: Aren't you supposed to be taking me to Dublin?
Declan: Well, just tell me when. As ever, your servant awaits.
Anna: You know what, Declan? Do you know what you are?
Anna: You're a beast. You're a real beast.
Anna: And I cannot stand you.
Anna: Mmm-hmm. But you know what? I'm onto you.
Declan: Is that right?
Anna: (Stuttering) All your beastishness is like...It's an act. It's a great, big, massive cover-up. And you growl and you snap, but you are in...You're in pain. And you've got a...(Chuckles) You've got a big thorn in your beasty paw. Like a lion. A lovely, lovely lion. (Vomiting)
Anna: I'm sorry.
Declan: That's romantic. Up you come. Up! God, you're a lump.
Anna: My suitcase!
Declan: Don't worry about Louis. I'll get him.