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Jack:
The father of the bride would like a word.

Dexter:
My dear girl: You look... glowing today. And me, uh, I'm just a little confused what with all the Bettys at my table. I've never seen you look so happy. So, what can I say without talking about your mother, my wife of yesteryear? Which is exactly what I don't wish to do. But I don't think I would be revealing any secret if I were to say that she can be rather domineering at times.

Gaby:
Domineering? What a load of crap. For those who don't know who I am, I am Claire and Justine's mother. Justine, if you have any ambition at all, it certainly doesn't come from your father's side of the family. Yes, I wasn't at the church; I don't believe in marriage. Claire, who I've always taken for a sensible girl, you arranged a spectacular party... 'til death do us part... and forever and ever... Justine and Michael. I just have one thing to say. Enjoy it while it lasts. I myself hate marriage. Especially when it involves some of my closest family members.

Claire:
Why did you even bother coming?