"It's Ariadne's shower, Eames, we have to go."
"Or we could stay in, darling, and find other ways to amuse ourselves."
"Look, I know you're uncomfortable around wedding things, but—"
"No, love, I'm not. I'm uncomfortable around people who are obviously giddy over each other but are trying to play it cool. I just want to tell them to go fuck in a closet or something and get it over with. We all know they want to, why don't they? Every time we're around them, they act—"
"What…I don't even have a response to that. Just put your damn jacket on and we won't stay long, I promise."
—-
"What did we get them?"
"Igot them a set of good china and an upgrade on the flight and suite for the honeymoon. You got them whatever you can scrounge up before we get there."
"Bloody hell, Arthur, you couldn't just sign our names, or at least give me some notice?"
"Sorry, Eames, but I've been busy helping Ariadne plan everything."
"Well fine, then. I'm getting them my services for the bachelor party. Yusuf needs a good man to make sure he has fun on his last night."
"That won't go over well with—"
"Well, if you'd let me sign the—"
"No, do your own gift, I—"
"Fuck off, Arthur, don't be a prat about—"
Ariadne pulls open the door, glowing; they instantly stop fighting and smile. "Glad you could make it," she gushes.