Michael:
[
posing for a photo] Everyone say, "Wedding nightmare"!
Maître d':
We often color the potatoes to match the colors of the wedding.
Donna:
Oh, yeah?
Maître d':
But with rainbow, you can go with anything. Might I suggest a pale blue?
Michael:
Wait a minute, wait a minute - did you say blue mashed potatoes?
Maître d':
Yes.
Michael:
No, we're not having blue mashed potatoes at this wedding.
Donna:
What kind of blue?
Maître d':
Sort of a sky blue.
Michael:
Get out of here! I'm not eating blue food.
Donna:
I don't know. You know, sometimes he does things like last night and I just want to fucking kill him. And then I see him.
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