Andrew: Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Or poisoned. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to change. Things changed when we kissed, and when you told me about your tattoo, even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn’t realize any of this until I was standing alone. In a barn… wife-less. You can imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So, Margaret. Marry me. Because I’d like to date you.
Margaret: Trust me, you don’t really want to be with me. See there is a reason why I’ve been alone all this time. I’m comfortable that way. And I think it would just be a lot easier if we forgot everything that happened and I just left.
Andrew: You’re right, that would be easier.
Margaret: I’m scared.
Andrew: Me too.
6:38 pm • 27 November 2009 • 2,967 notes
Andrew: You know what the problem is? The problem is that this woman is a gigantic pain in my ass. First there’s the whole leaving thing. I understand that. It’s a sham wedding, kind of stressful. But then she goes ahead and she leaves this note. Because she doesn’t have the decency, the humanity to do it to my face. Three year I worked with this terrorist. Never once has she had a nice thing to say, and then she goes ahead and she writes this crap! But none of that matter because we had a deal. She just makes me a little crazy.
Gert: I can see that. So you’re just gonna let her go?
6:07 pm • 27 November 2009 • 178 notes
“It’s not easy to ruin someone’s life once you find out how wonderful they are.”
— Margaret Tate, The Proposal
5:37 pm • 27 November 2009 • 438 notes
Margaret: Maybe a tad loose in certain areas.
Grandma Annie: Sorry, I’m a bit chesty to begin with and I happened to be knocked up when I wore this. Let’s see if we can find your boobs. They’re in there somewhere! This is like an Easter egg hunt!
Margaret: Maybe they shrunk up in the cold Alaskan air.
5:07 pm • 27 November 2009 • 264 notes
Margaret: It’s Gammy’s big birthday tomorrow night. We don’t want to ruin it.
Grandma Annie: I’ve had 89 birthday parties, I don’t need another one. I would be a dream come true for me to see my one grandchild’s wedding. So you’ll do it? BEFORE I’M DEAD?
4:36 pm • 27 November 2009 • 178 notes