Amy: I can't believe we're doing this.
Sheldon: I know. I'm getting married. The new Star Wars movie's coming out. We are really finishing this year strong.
Amy: Okay, but of the two of tho- You know, I'm not even gonna ask. I'm not gonna ask.

Amy: Can you believe it? We're about to walk in that door, Dr. Cooper and Dr. Fowler, and walk out as a married couple, Dr. Cooper and Dr. Fowler.

Sheldon: You know, we did get dressed up and come all the way to City Hall.
Amy: What are you thinking?
Sheldon: I have always wanted a permit to dispose of hazardous waste.
Amy: Let's do it.

Amy: Should we go congratulate him?
Sheldon: I'll do better than that, I'll give him constructive criticism.
Amy: Here's some constructive criticism: don't.

Amy: I-I thought Wil was marrying us.
Sheldon: Wolowitz got us an upgrade.
Amy: Another sci-fi guy with a beard. Seems lateral, but okay.

Amy: What's wrong?
Sheldon: Why do you assume something's wrong?
Amy: Because you haven't touched your dinner, and you're literally ticking like a bomb about to go off.
Sheldon: Oh, Amy. You see through me like one of Penny's shirts.

Amy: Yo, P-dawg!

Amy: And action.
Wil Wheaton: And cut! You realize I'm doing this for free, right?
Amy: Yes, and so far we're still not getting our money's worth.

Sheldon: Amy, the Daleks are right on my tail. Quick, we need to reset the time circuits. Oh no, I left my Sonic Screwdriver behind.
Amy: Really should have thought this through.

Amy: Look, I get that you're protective of your grandson, but he's an adult now. Maybe I understand what he needs better than you do.
Meemaw: I appreciate your honesty, dear.
Amy: Thank you.
Meemaw: And here's some more honesty: I don't like you very much.
Amy: Well, maybe I don't like you either.

Amy: All right, you can open your eyes. I thought I'd let Harry Potter make things hotter.

Howard: It's a date. Just pick one.
Sheldon: It's not just a date, it's a textbook optimization problem. There is a perfect date. Just like there's a perfect room temperature and a perfect dessert.
Penny: Mm. There's no perfect dessert.
Sheldon: Yellow cake in the shape of a dinosaur with chocolate frosting, a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side, not touching. You'll see. You'll have it at our wedding.
Amy: You wanna bet?

Amy: Maybe tomorrow morning we put on some hot pants and see if we could score us some free omelettes.

Amy: This is fun. I'm gonna feel like a vixen wearing jewellery that doesn't have a list of medications I'm allergic to.

Amy: Arthur passing away was harder on Sheldon than he's ready to admit. I'm really hoping this will cheer him up.
Bernadette: Me too. Although it might have been thoughtless of us to bake a Death Star cake.
Amy: No, it combines two of Sheldon's favorite things: chocolate chips and the ability to destroy a planet at the touch of a button.