Get on with it, padre!
And I now pronounce you-
Let her go, Harry!
Never! Stay back, or I'll blow this place sky high!
Harry, if you really love MJ, you've gotta let her go.
Not a chance! I'd rather see her dead than in your arms, you traitor!
Harry! All this anger over imagined slights, but you can't even recognize your own mistakes!
Liz?
Harry, listen. Deep down, you know you and her aren't meant for each other. She loves Peter, but that doesn't mean that she won't always be your friend.
No! You're lying! I don't have any friends, except the Green Goblin!
You're wrong, Harry. I'm your friend, and for what it's worth, I want to be more than that. I love you, Harry.
Y-You love me?
Yes. But if you want that to, you have let the anger go.
Someone loves me. [faints in Liz's arms] You're right, Liz. Take me back to Ravencroft. I-I really do need help. Beside, heh, I-I hate weddings anyway. And Peter, Mary Jane? I'm sorry for this. All of it.
[to himself] Apology accepted, pal.
