The Proposal Quotes

Andrew Paxton: Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to changed. Things changed when we kissed. And when you told me about your tattoo. Even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn't realize any of this, until I was standing alone... in a barn... wifeless. Now,

you could imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret, marry me, because I'd like to date you.

Andrew Paxton: We'll tell my family about our engagement when I want and how I want. Now, ask me nicely.
Margaret Tate: Ask you nicely what?
Andrew Paxton: Ask me nicely to marry you... Margaret.
Margaret Tate: What does that mean?
Andrew Paxton: You heard me. On your knee.

Margaret Tate: [she kneels] Fine. Does this work for you?
Andrew Paxton: Oh, I like this. Yeah.
Margaret Tate: Here you go. Will you marry me?
Andrew Paxton: No. Say it like you mean it.
Margaret Tate: Andrew.
Andrew Paxton: Yes, Margaret.
Margaret

Tate: Sweet Andrew.
Andrew Paxton: I'm listening.
Margaret Tate: Would you please, with cherries on top, marry me?
Andrew Paxton: Ok. I don't appreciate the sarcasm, but I'll do it. See you at the airport tomorrow.

Margaret Tate: Why didn't you tell me you were some kind of Alaskan Kennedy?
Andrew Paxton: How could I ? We were in the middle of talking about you... for the last 3 years.
Margaret Tate: OK, know what ? Timeout, OK ? This bickering Bickerson thing has got to stop. People need to think that we are in love. So let's just...

Andrew Paxton: That, hey, that's no problem. I can do that. I can pretend to be the doting fiance. That's easy. But for you, that's going to require that you stop snacking on children while they dream.

Andrew Paxton: [referring to the story about how he proposed to Margaret] You know what? Actually, Margaret loves telling this story, so I'm just gonna let her go ahead and do that. We should just sit and rapture.
Margaret Tate: Wow, okay... wow, where to begin... the story... Well, um, wow... Okay, well, um, Andrew and I... Andrew and I were about to

celebrate our first anniversary together and I knew that he'd been itching to ask me to marry him and he was scared, like a little tiny bird. So, I started leaving him little hints here and there because I knew he wouldn't have the guts to ask...
Andrew Paxton: That's not exactly how it happened.
Margaret Tate: No?
Andrew

Paxton: No, no, I mean I picked up on all of her little hints... this woman is about as subtle as a gun. Yeah, no what I was worried about was that she might find this little box...
Margaret Tate: Oh, the decoupage box that he made, where he'd taken the time to cut out twenty little pictures of himself, just pasted all over the box. So beautiful! I opened that

beautiful little decoupage and out fluttered these tiny little hand cut heart confettis and once they cleared, I looked down and I saw the most beautiful, big...
Andrew Paxton: ...fat nothing! No ring.
Grandma Annie: No ring?
Grace Paxton: What?
Andrew Paxton: No, but inside that box, underneath all

that crap, a handwritten note with the address to a hotel, date and time. Real Humphrey Bogart type stuff. Masculine. Naturally, Margaret, she thought...
Margaret Tate: I thought he was seeing someone else... so it was a terrible time for me, but I went to that hotel anyway, I went there and I pounded on the door. But the door was already unlocked. As I swung open that

door, there he was...
Andrew Paxton: Standing.
Margaret Tate: Kneeling.
Andrew Paxton: Like a man.
Margaret Tate: On a bed of rosebuds, in a tuxedo. Your son. Your son... and he was choking back soft, soft sobs. And when he held back the tears and finally caught his breath, he said to me...

Andrew Paxton: 'Margaret, will you marry me?' and she said 'yep', the end!

Margaret Tate: Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!
[throws a pillow at him, waking him up]
Margaret Tate: [whispering] Your mother's at the door, get up here! Get up here!
Margaret Tate: [to Andrew's mother] Just a second!
[Andrew throws his pillow and blanket at her]
Margaret Tate: [whispering as she takes

Andrew's blankets off the bed] Baby blanket, get it off, get it off...
Margaret Tate: [Andrew gets close to her, as if they were sleeping together, as she feels something] Oh my God, what is that?
Andrew Paxton: I'm sorry... it's morning!
Margaret Tate: What do you mean it's morning?
[Andrew rolls his eyes, as the

meaning is obvious]

Joe Paxton: [after Margaret's plane takes off] What's wrong?
Grace Paxton: Margaret's on that plane.
Grandma Annie: And he didn't get to tell her!
Joe Paxton: Tell her what?
Grace Paxton: That he loves her.
Grandma Annie: So she could tell him that she loves him

too.
Joe Paxton: Yeah but how does he...
Grace Paxton: If she didn't love him, she wouldn't have left.
Grandma Annie: Of course not.
Joe Paxton: Am I the only one not getting this?
Grace Paxton: Oh, Joe!

Andrew Paxton: [on the phone with his mom on why he can't come home for the weekend] I know. I know. Tell Gammie I'm sorry. What do you want me to tell you, she's making me work late again. I've worked to hard for this and I'm sure that dad is pissed.
[seeing Margaret come towards him]
Andrew Paxton: But we take all our submissions very seriously and

we'll get back to you as soon as we can.
Margaret Tate: Was that your family?
Andrew Paxton: Yes.
Margaret Tate: Tell you to quit.
Andrew Paxton: Every single day.