I'm crying because I spent $1,000 to be in it.

You're getting married!

Oh my god, that dress is hideous.

I don't really like who you're marrying.

Even though you've sent me two texts and four emails about this, I'm still gonna ask you what I'm responsible for.

Oh, a sleeveless dress for an outdoor wedding, at night, in the mountains.

I won't be cold.

Oh, can you give me the names of the groomsmen so I can stalk them on Facebook?

This is completely against my morals.

You know, actually I don't give a (bleep) what color your wedding invitations are.

This is potential blackmail.

I flew across country for this.

I'm not getting you something from Crate and Barrel as well.

Another dress that highlights my insecurities. Awesome!

I'm actually just crying because I'm the last single friend.

No, but you look great, for sure.

I wish this was me.

I wish this was me, I wish this was me!

I've taken enough goddamn pictures!

Why have the groomsmen already started drinking?

You told me you hated her.

This one, here.

I'm so broke.

If you can't find me at any point tonight, I'll be at the bar.

No, actually I don't wanna hold your dress while you pee.

Despite all my complaining, I'm still gonna make you do this for my wedding.

We're done with the photos.

We've had enough.

I give it three years.

Three months.

Yeah.

You guys are soulmates.