Sheldon: But I think, by the end of the honeymoon, we really started to feel like a married couple.
Amy: But the good kind, like on TV, not like my parents.

Amy: So are you feeling okay? No wedding jitters?
Sheldon: No. There is nothing in the world that would stop me from marrying you tomorrow, even me from the future coming back to prevent the wedding and the subsequent birth of a child who will destroy humanity.
Amy: Because if you came from the future, that would mean you already went through with the wedding because you believe that time travel is on a closed loop.
Sheldon: I love you so damn much.

Amy: I think it's more like, uh, like Lord of the Rings, and you're the Fellowship. Uh, someone's got to go to Gondor, someone's got to go to Mordor, someone's got to hold off the demon of shadow and flame.
Leonard: You mean the Balrog?
Amy: I mean my mother.
Sheldon: That is a perfect metaphor, Amy.
Amy: Thank you.
Sheldon: Because it also involves a ring that binds me in servitude forever.
Amy: Aw, he said forever.

Amy: Sheldon, when I was a little girl, I used to dream about my wedding. But, eventually, I stopped, because I thought that day would never come. And then I met you. From the first moment in that coffee shop, I knew that there was something special between us, even though I did work on a study that disproved love at first sight.
Sheldon: I loved that study the moment I read it. Ironic, huh?
Amy: Clearly, it was wrong. Because I felt something that day, and those feelings have only gotten stronger with time. I can't imagine loving you more than I do right now.
But I felt that way yesterday and the day before yesterday and the day before that.
Sheldon: Is that growth linear or accelerating?
Amy: Accelerating.
Sheldon: Oh, maybe we could graph it out.
Leonard: Save something for the honeymoon.
Sheldon: Smart.
Amy: Sheldon, I don't know what the future holds, but I know that I've never been happier than I am in this moment marrying you.

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.

Sheldon: Amy, you said something about my bow tie that I can't stop thinking about.
Amy: Don't you mean (in a Southern accent): "Y'all said something 'bout my bow tie"? Go on, say it. Say it.

Amy: Okay, so each welcome bag gets a schedule of events, a map, and chocolate from me. And from Sheldon, a bottle of Purell, the number for Poison Control in case someone accidentally drinks the Purell, and a laminated table of elements because the American school system is a failure.

Bernadette: We're so sorry we ruined your date.
Amy: Oh, boo-hoo. His date got ruined. I'm about to get married, and look at me.
Penny: It looks like it's getting better.
Amy: Oh, does it? Does it look like that with your two clear eyes?
Penny: I'm sorry. Are you mad that I don't have pink eye?
Amy: What do you think?

Sheldon: No, my mother. Guess who she's insisting we invite to our wedding.
Amy: Jesus?
Sheldon: If only.

Penny: Hey! I got all the beads to the other side.
Howard: It's not a puzzle, Penny.
Amy: Do you really want to be touching that? Do you know how many sick kids? You know, never mind. Knock yourself out.

Amy: Hey, I-I was thinking, now that you and your brother made up, there's no reason to rush home. Maybe you and Leonard could, could stay for, uh [looking at her eye-drops] two to three more fun-filled days there.

Sheldon: That's not right. That's so unreasonable. Yeah, well, if you're going to be like this, then I don't want to talk to you right now, either. Okay. I love you. Bye.
Amy: Amazon customer support?

Amy: What do you need that kind of money for?
Sheldon: I have figured out an experimental design that may corroborate my latest thinking on string theory. I just need 2,148 high-power lasers to compress 20 micrograms of gold into a small enough volume to make a microscopic black hole.
Amy: [seeing Penny's incomprehension] Just nod.
Penny: Mmm.

Amy: My mother wouldn't approve; shows too much clavicle. She calls it "the bosom's welcome mat."

Amy: Sheldon, you know, Penny's got a point. Sometimes when you want something big from someone, you-you got to be careful not to scare them away, you know? You got to start small and-and build up slowly, even if it takes eight years. Eight long years.
Sheldon: That's oddly specific. Have you ever done that?
Amy: Nope.