The Wedding Singer

"Good afternoon, everyone. We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving up to 30,000 feet, and we've got clear skies all the way to Las Vegas. Right now, we're bringing you some in-flight entertainment. One of our first class passengers would like to sing you a song inspired by one of our coach passengers. And since we let our first class passengers do, pretty much whatever they want, here he is..."

"Robbie: Sir, one more outburst and I will strangle you with my microphone wire, you understand me?"

"Father of the Bride: Hey, buddy, I'm not paying you to share your thoughts on life. I'm paying you to sing."

"Robbie: Well, I have a microphone and you don't, SO YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!!"

"Mr. Simms: Do you have any experience?"

"Robbie: No, sir, I have no experience but I'm a big fan of money. I like it, I use it, I have a little. I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator. I'd like to put more in that jar. That's where you come in."

"David "Dave" Veltri: [drunk] When my brother, Harold, asked me to be the Best Man at his wedding, I was like, [chuckles] "Of course, man." 'Cause you've always been there for me. Like when I was in rehab, and, uh, the time I couldn't find my car. 'Cause Harold, ya know, he's always been the dependable one - and I've always been the screwed up one, right, Dad? [chuckles] "Why can't you be more like your brother? Harold would never beat up his landlord!" [laughing]"

"Groomsman: [whispering to other groomsmen] He's drunk as shit."