Rosie: [to Tanya] Typical isn't it? You wait 20 years for a dad and then three come along at once.
Sophie: I don't care if you slept with hundreds of men. You're my mom, and I love you so much.
Donna: [hugging her] Oh, Soph!
Donna: [to the congregation] And I haven't slept with *hundreds* of men.
Donna: Somebody up there has got it in for me. I bet it's my mother.
Sky: You must be Tanya. I've heard so much about you.
Tanya: Oh. All bad, I hope.
Sky: Yes.
Donna: And all true!
Sophie: [reading Donna's diary] "We danced on the beach, and we kissed on the beach, and... dot, dot, dot."
Donna: Why are you here? What are you doing here?
Bill: I'm writing a travel piece.
Harry Bright: I'm, I'm here on a spontaneous holiday.
Sam Carmichael: Er, I just dropped in to say... hi.
Rosie: [to Donna, holding up Tanya's underwear] Does she wear it or floss with it?
Tanya: Floss you!
Donna: Is it edible Tanya?
Harry Bright: Donna must be tearing her hair out doing this wedding on her own. What would the father of the bride normally do?
Tanya: Pay.
[beat]
Tanya: Though my dad drew the line at my third.
Rosie: [to Tanya] It's very Greek.
Rosie: Excuse me! Coming through! I have a senior citizen with me. Thank you. My mother needs a perch.
Tanya: Mother? We're the same age!
Rosie: Yeah. Well, parts of us are.
Donna: [at the wedding ceremony] And welcome to... to... Sophie's dad. I have to tell you, he is here.
Sophie: I know. I invited him.
Donna: You couldn't have. I don't know which one it is.
Harry Bright: Bugger.
Sam Carmichael: My sentiments exactly.
Tanya: [before singing 'Does Your Mother Know'] Little boys who play with fire get their fingers burned.
Donna: [about the possible dads] I don't know where they are, I don't know why they're here, and I have brought this all on myself because I was a stupid, reckless little slut!
Tanya: Whoa-ho-ho-ho! Don't you sound like your mother!
Pepper: [preparing a cocktail for Tanya] Now, baby, this should tickle your taste buds.
Tanya: Down, big fella. I'm old enough to be your mother.
Rosie: Grandmother.
Donna: You sound like you're having fun already.
Lisa: Oh, we are.
Donna: [nostalgically] I used to have fun.
Ali: Oh, we *know*!
[Donna looks puzzled]
Donna: [about the three "dads"] They have no right to turn up like this. What have they ever done for their daughter? Huh?
Rosie: Donna, Donna, they didn't know she existed.
Donna: Well, they didn't need to know, did they? I've done a great job with Soph all by myself, and I won't be muscled out by an e... jaculation!
