Uncle Wayne: One day you’re gonna wake up with some chick, spooning, you know, thinking about love. And at that moment, you have gotta get up. You do not walk, You do not get your shoes, run the hell out of there. Because maybe not the next day or the next week, but sometime in the future, you’re gonna get crushed. Again. And you don’t wanna feel that way, do you?
Teenage Connor: No.
Uncle Wayne: No.
Connor Mead: Yep.
Steve: You ever think about that night in the park?
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.