Better Off Wed Quotes

“lanning a wedding can be murder. Planning weddings for a living is nothing short of suicide. “Is there a patron saint for wedding consultants? Because I think after this wedding, I just might”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“I’d never seen such impeccably coiffed chest hair. He must have used mousse.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“Sometimes I think she’s got hats in the belfry,”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“All men love a damsel in a mess.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“Two heads are better than a nun,”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“It’s kind of like the chicken or the leg,” Kate said.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“Don’t you remember, Kate?” I snapped my fingers. “Mr. Boyd had a doctor’s appointment right before he came home.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“If he was poisoned sometime before the tasting, it could have happened to take effect after he ate the soup. Do you know where he was before he came home?” “When we looked in his day planner, I didn’t look at today’s schedule.” Kate shook her head. “I focused on what he did the week of the wedding.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“That’s why he’s madder than a wet pen.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“He really got his toes out of joint, didn’t he?”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“Just to play devil’s adjective, how”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“Water under the ridge,” Kate said. “Bridge,” Richard and I said simultaneously.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“I think this is an exercise in fertility, but okay.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“After all, it is your wedding.” Kate kicked me under the table. We always said that if we had a dollar for every time we heard that phrase, we’d be millionaires. If we had a dollar for each time it was sincere, we’d barely be able to split a latte.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“This could get ugly. I’d seen fistfights break out over bows before.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“Planning a wedding can be murder. Planning weddings for a living is nothing short of suicide.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“impact.”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

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― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“P lanning a wedding can be murder. Planning weddings for a living is nothing short of suicide. “Is there a patron saint for wedding consultants? Because I think after this wedding, I just might meet the requirements.” I stood near the top of the wide marble staircase that swept down the middle of the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s central foyer. Below me, dozens of tuxedo-clad waiters scurried around the enormous hall filled end to end with tables and gold ladder-backed chairs. After having draped ivory chiffon into swags on all forty tables, I massaged the red indentations left on my fingers by the heavy pins. “Annabelle, darling, I may be a lapsed Catholic, but I’m pretty sure you have to be dead to qualify for sainthood.” Richard Gerard has been one of my closest friends since I arrived in Washington, D.C. three years ago and started “Wedding Belles.” At the time he’d been the only top caterer who’d bother talking to a new wedding planner. Now I worked with him almost exclusively. “The wedding isn’t over yet.”“At least your suffering hasn’t been in vain.” Richard motioned at the room below us. “It’s divine.” The museum’s enormous hall did look magical. The side railings of the staircase were draped with a floral garland, leading to a pair of enormous white rose topiaries flanking the bottom of the stairs. Amber light washed each of the three-story limestone columns bordering the room, and white organza hung from the ceiling, creating sheer curtains that were tied back at each column with clusters of ivory roses. “I just hope the MOB is happy.” My smile disappeared as I thought”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“P lanning a wedding can be murder. Planning weddings for a living is nothing short of suicide. “Is there a patron saint for wedding consultants? Because I think after this wedding, I just might meet the requirements.” I stood near the top of the wide marble staircase that swept down the middle of the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s central foyer . Below me, dozens of tuxedo-clad waiters scurried around the enormous hall filled end to end with tables and gold ladder-backed chairs. After”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“P lanning a wedding can be murder. Planning weddings for a living is nothing short of suicide. “Is there a patron saint for wedding consultants? Because I think after this wedding, I just might meet the requirements.” I stood near the top of the wide marble staircase that swept down the middle of the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s central foyer . Below me, dozens of tuxedo-clad waiters scurried around the enormous hall filled end to end with tables and gold ladder-backed chairs. After having draped ivory chiffon into swags on all forty tables, I massaged the red indentations left”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed

“Annabelle Archer!” A shrill voice came from above us. “I spoke too soon.” Kate fumbled with her shoes as she tried to wedge her feet back in them. We all turned around to greet Mrs. Pierce as she barreled unsteadily down the stairs toward us, a mass of overly bouffant blond hair and turquoise chiffon. “Lord have mercy, she’s drunk as a skunk!”
― Laura Durham, Better Off Wed