Steve: You ever think about that night in the park?
Mary: What?
Steve: I barely know you. I don’t know your dad’s first name. I don’t know if you ever wore braces or contacts or glasses. I have no idea how you came to be a wedding planner, Mary. . . But I know the curves of your face and I know every fleck of gold in your eyes. And I know that that night in the park was the best time I’ve ever had. P-p-please say something.
Mary: I’m a magnet for unavailable men. . .and I’m sick of it. It’s simple. I know Fran. I respect her. And she loves you. So, besides your tux measurements, that’s all I need to know. Please go away.
Steve: Good night, Mary.