Look, I don't want to hear it, okay?
No! No, I really don't. I am so sick of this from you! I'm getting married, okay? Married! To the boy I love! Why can't you be happy for me? People get married, Ginny, it's what they do. Get married. Settle down. Have kids.
How can I? How can I? Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to be so fucking political and tell me that I'm doing something wrong? Ginny, I love him. I really love him. This is what people do. What grown-ups do. And I'm sorry if you're still caught in your little idealistic teenage bubble where you think you can do whatever you want and you don't care what the world thinks. You'll get over it. Really. I did.
That's not the way the world works, Ginny! Can't you even try to understand? Can't you try to be happy for me? It's my wedding day, and –
Don't do this. Please, Gin, don't.
I do love him. I do, I do, I –
Why do you have to make this so hard?