“Are you asking me to marry you, honey?”“No, I’m tellin’ you by the end of this year you’ll be wearing my rings, bearing my name and, probably, pregnant with my baby.”

“You wanna know what else I know?” he asked.“What do you know, honey?” “My girl is gonna marry me.”

“I’m wearing my political mustache today. If you want to see it, you’ll find it on the pubic region of a lobbyist.”

“Baby, you have no idea how much I love you or what I’m willing to do to keep you. I want you in my life more than anyone or anything else. Marry me. (Hunter)”

“Josie Preston, I have loved you since I was sixteen. I know I've screwed up a whole lot, but I promise to make it up to you every day. Would you do me the immense honor of wearing my ring, taking my name and becoming not only my partner in life, but most importantly, my wife?”

“Why are you putting on lip gloss, my daughter?” Dad asked. “Trip to the library? Trip to the nunnery? I hear the nunneries are nice this time of year”…“Is this true, Kami? Are you going out on a date?” Dad asked tragically. “Wearing that? Wouldn’t you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan, honey.”