HEY! How ya doin? I'm Jules' fiance! Just stopped by for a little conjugal visit!

The misery! The exquisite tragedy! The Susan Hayward of it all!

Julianne Potter: You're going to humiliate me, aren't you?
George Downes: Only if I can.

Maybe there won't be marriage, maybe there won't be sex, but by God there'll be dancing!

Julianne Potter: He just came in for few hours to uh, to uh, FUCK ME.
George Downes: Huh! Takes a few hours.

George Downes: Why don't we stop and have a drink? You can take a later flight.
Julianne Potter: No, no, no, no. I'm a busy girl. I've got exactly four days to break up a wedding, steal the bride's fella and I haven't one clue how to do it.

You're probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth the way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps even looking at those nails thinking, "God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure."

Tell him you love him. Bite the bullet.

It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.

George Downes: Kindred spirits, eh?
Julianne Potter: No, he's nothing like me. He's like you, actually, only straight.

George Downes: Michaels chasing Kimmy.
Julianne Potter: Yes.
George Downes: Your chasing Michael.
Julianne Potter: Yes.
George Downes: Who's chasing you. Nobody. Theres your answer. It's Kimmy.

George Downes: When you kissed Michael did he kiss you back?
Julianne Potter: What do you mean? We were lip to lip.

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