Amber: Why are you here right now? Grandma had better be dead.
Debbie: Grandma's fine, sadly.
Amber: If you break any of my rules, I will make out with Jeremy so hard, so in front of you, you won't be able to close your eyes without picturing some guy's hand groping your daughter's butt. You'll try to think of the beach, or something happy so you can sleep. But you won't be able to. His hands, my butt, all night.
Debbie: I think we'll all have a great time.
Amber: Yeah. It should be good.
Reggie: Debbie Weaver, will you tell me more about how you met your soul mate Marty?
Debbie: Let's make mimosas and find the yearbooks, huh?
Reggie: (to Jackie) She pretty fast and loose with the excuses for mimosas...
Jackie: Shh, shh.
Debbie: Oh, I hope she (Amber) has fun. I hope it's magical.
Marty: Well, I hope it's platonic. And I hope that Jeremy is a eunuch.
Reggie: I think I'm gonna go back to the dance.
Jackie: Go, my son. I am so proud of you. And I am going home because my soul mate, and the man who I am destined to spend all of eternity with, is a jackass.