Lauren, I had the worst nightmare - I dreamt that I called Rick up and cussed him out really bad and then went to Atlantic City and had a drink - or six - and then I married-
Vic? You've been dating Vic? You've been secretly dating Vic? And I knew there was a chemistry between you two when he was our boss, but you didn't want to date him because he was our boss and now you're married, how could you not tell me?!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, okay! You have been given a gift. God made you drunk and sent you a husband. And not just any one, but someone you already had feelings for!
No, Holly, I have tried everything. I begged, I reasoned, I even called the police, but they all know him and they congratulated me. Holly, we are legally married. That sonofabitch fireman is never going to leave.
Well, I gonna go to apologize to you before, but I thought that you needed time to cool off and so I thought I'd wait 'til the morning and then I really tried to find this middle thing that Val talked-
What the hell is going on? What happened to the girl who used to come yell at me every five minutes? The girl who used to tell me exactly how she felt? Exactly how I felt? The girl who didn't question every move she'd make?