“Delk shifted in his chair, the arrow point never wavering. "What do you want?""Oh, the usual.World peace, a pair of Christian Louboton heels, a perfect wedding.”
“Uh - do you want to do it outside?"Frequently. Oh, you meant the wedding. That, too.”
“I want to mirror your image in its fullest perfection. Never be blind or too old to uphold your weighty wavering reflection”
“What kind of wedding do you want?""The one with a groom.”
“There are some things I don't understand about Jess and never will. No wedding dress. No flowers. No photo album. No champagne. The only thing she got out of her wedding was a husband. (I mean, obviously the husband is the main point when you get married. Absolutely. That goes without saying. But still, not even a new pair of shoes?)”
“Put a pair of high heels on a fellow and just look what he was reduced to.”