Robbie: Are you drinking, too?
Julia: No, it's Coca-Cola.
Robbie: Are you sure? There's no rum in that Coca-Cola?
Julia: I'm not a big drinker. And if it was, I'd probably be puking more than that kid!
Robbie: Oh, I don't think anybody could puke more than than kid. I think I saw a boot come out of him
Robbie: Hey. I kissed her, but it didn't mean anything, I just brought her the jacket.
Glenn: Kissed who?
Holly: Oh, me.
Glenn: Who hasn't?
Glenn: Who are you going out with?
Holly: Robbie.
Glenn: Oh good, that guy needs to get laid.
Holly: Excuse me! Just because he's going out with me doesn't mean he's going to get laid.
[Glenn and Julia look at her]
Holly: ... All right, he probably will.
Father of the Bride: You are the worst wedding singer in the world, buddy!
Robbie: Sir, one more outburst from you and I will strangle you with my microphone wire.
Robbie: How did you know that Glenn was the right one?
Julia: The right one... I always just envisioned the right one being someone I could see myself growing old with.
Robbie: Yeah.
Julia: And... Glenn would *be* a really good-looking older man. Like Blake Carrington.
Robbie: I'm gonna probably look like Buddy Hackett.
Robbie: [singing] I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad / Carry you around when your arthritis is bad / All I wanna do is grow old with you. / I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches / build you a fire if the furnace breaks / Oh it could be so nice, growin old with you. / I'll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold. / Need you, feed you, I'll even let you hold the remote control. / So let me do the dishes in the kitchen sink / Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink. / Oh I could be the man to grow old with you. / I wanna grow old with you.
I love this movie, I can watch it over and over, and still not get sick of the storyline and the chemistry between Adam/Drew.