GUY: Um, Madge...
MADONNA: Yeeeeees? Will this be quick? I'm busy. I have to look happy, and married. I would advise you to do the same.
GUY: Aren't you forgetting something?
MADONNA: It's a bit too late to tell me you don't like my dress.
GUY: That wasn't what I was going to say. But also, I don't. Up close it's see-through, and you look like a chocolate-dipped disco ball.
MADONNA: But, like, a happy disco ball? A happy disco ball who is married, and happy about it, and happily married?
GUY: It also looks like someone was changing the color and got bored halfway through and just quit on you.
MADONNA: ... because I'm so happily married and you were jealous of his work?
GUY: And the necklace is too much, and the shoulder cutouts are ridiculous. It's like what you'd wear in an overly formal aerobics video.
MADONNA: Aerobics for people who love being married!
GUY: Listen, if you want people to think we're so happy, you could've at least remembered to wear your wedding ring.
MADONNA: I... really? I did? How do you know?
GUY: I've seen other pictures.
MADONNA: What a weird thing to say.
GUY: Let it go. The point is, people are going to NOTICE that you're not wearing your goddamn wedding ring if you're so happily married.
MADONNA: ENOUGH. Touch me. SELL IT.
GU: Fine. FINE. And your face does at least look nice.
MADONNA: SEE? SEE, PEOPLE? EVERYTHING IS FINE. LOVE! SO MUCH LOVE.
GU: You've still got it. You even almost sell the crazy dress. Maybe I DO still love you. And maybe I even love that dress.
MADONNA: Now shut up and smile.
