[on the phone] I don't care if it's raining fire and brimstone, you are going to get me to that church if I have to ride on your back like a bloody donkey. [hangs up angrily]
I do not need to eat. Nor do I need a spot of tea, or a moment of quiet reflection on this, my special day. This is America, and sometimes in this country you have to kick some ass!
But I do fret! Every time he's late, I fret! Every time he slurs a word, or gets tired, or bumps his head, I fret! I'm about to get married, and I'm afraid. Not of being with him, but of being without him! I'm afraid he won't be around to raise this child!