Jeff finds Britta walking alone after the partying has died down.
"Hey" he says, deciding to be direct, "I think we should call the wedding off". He could swear her face falls slightly before she gives him a reassuring smile and says "That's probably wise".
"It's just, you know, I've proposed 3 times"
"Four, if you count when we first met"
"You kept count?" he asks teasingly.
"Jeff, they're marriage proposals, not underwear trophies, of course I kept count!"
"Right", he says, determined to make his speech. "I just think this keeps happening and dissolving and I guess I'm sensing a pattern."
Britta frowns slightly, an accusatory lilt to her voice.
"So you resigned yourself to it and decided on pre-emptive destruction?"
"No! Yes…I just think it's been easier for us to take the crazy, extreme option and wait for it to inevitably fall apart. Rather than admit we have actual feelings for each other and put some effort into making this work. I guess what I'm asking is…do you want to go out sometime?"
"Let me get this straight, you're breaking up with me so we can get together? You want to go on a date with me?" she asks incredulously.
"If you insist" he says.
She does an obligatory eye-roll but starts to smile.
"Since apparently I asked, I get to choose where we eat"
"Please don't make me go to Henry's Vegan Diner"
"Their leek soup is delicious"
"No-one's leek soup is delicious. That's a cosmic impossibility"
"We're not going to Hooters again. I still don't understand how you talked me into that last time."
"I do have some class you know…Pizza?"
"Pizza sounds good."