Love, Wedding, Marriage

Ava:
Hi... what was all the yelling about?

Bradley:
Just your mother's normal kvetching.

Betty:
Ohhhh... would you stop talking like that! This isn't a production of Fiddler on the Roof!

Bradley:
Would you just relax and stop acting like some kind of meshuggeneh in front of our daughters!

Betty:
What does that even mean? Jesus!

Bradley:
Jewish!

Ava:
Okay, can we just take this into my office... please? Right into my office... thank you... come on.

Ava:
Okay... okay Betty, we're making some, some progress. I want you both to close your eyes... take a deep breath, and let's try and reconnect... with some of those feelings you had when you first decided to get married.

Betty:
Ava, this Berkeley bullshit isn't going to work on me.

Ava:
Mom!

Betty:
I'm sorry darling... but I'm not going to take marital advice from my twenty-eight year old newlywed daughter!

Ava:
I'm a professional!

Betty:
And you're a hopeless romantic. You've been watching Gone With the Wind every Thanksgiving for the last twenty-five years.

Ava:
It's a very long weekend!

Bradley:
Yeh... and I would give it up honey, Rhett Butler's never going to stick around.