My Best Friend's Wedding1997

Julianne:
Well, he's sort of wondering why you haven't told your parents that the wedding's off.

Kimmy:
Well, I'm still hoping for a miracle, I suppose. I mean, how could he think that my father and I would do such a thing?

Julianne:
Only a minor insight, you understand. Maybe Michael couldn't commit to this marriage so he created a delusion, produced an unconscious, psychosomatic manifestation of... I'm better with food. Okay, you're Michael, you're in a fancy french restaurant, you order... creme brulee for dessert, it's beautiful, it's sweet, it's irritatingly perfect. Suddenly, Michael realizes he doesn't want creme brulee, he wants something else.

Kimmy:
What does he want?

Julianne:
Jello.

Kimmy:
Jello?! Why does he want jello?

Julianne:
Because he's comfortable with jello, jello makes him... comfortable. I realize, compared to creme brulee it's... jello, but maybe that's what he needs.

Kimmy:
I could be jello.

Julianne:
No! Creme brulee can never be jello, you could never be jello.

Kimmy:
I have to be jello.

Julianne:
You're never gonna be jello. Now you have to come clean with your parents, because if you're waiting for that "Do you take this man" part, it's considered poor form.