The Wedding Singer

Robbie Hart: You know it's funny. Some of us will never ever find true love. Like take for instance...me. And I'm pretty sure that guy over there. And that lady with the sideburns. And basically everyone at table 9. And the worst thing is that me, fatty, sideburns lady, and the mutants over at table 9 will never ever find a way to better the situation because apparently we have nothing to offer the opposite sex.

Father of the Bride: You are the worst wedding singer in the world, buddy!

Robbie Hart: Sir, one more outburst from you and I will strangle you with my microphone wire, do you understand me? Now, let's cut the stupid cake because I know the fat guy's gonna have a heartattack if we don't eat again soon. And while we do that here's a little mood music for you. Cindy and Scott are newlyweds...Whoopededoo!

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