KIM: So is this enough?
KRIS: White gown, check.
KIM: Disgustingly ostentatious engagement ring, the likes of which belong only on the finger of one Miss Elizabeth Taylor, may she rest in peace with a crate of the finest champagne, check.
KRIS: Symbolically celebratory flute of champagne, check. We’re good!
KIM: So you think I was right to leave the bouquet and veil in the hotel?
KRIS: I think so.
KIM: You’re SURE everyone knows we’re engaged, right?
KRIS: Well, we made the cover of People like two seconds after it happened.
KIM: YES, KRIS. THAT was a MIRACLE of TIMING. HOW DID THEY KNOW?
KRIS: Well, because we invited them over and swore them to secr —
KRIS: I mean, yes. A miracle. We are truly blessed. Our love is powerful. It’s way powerfuler than Khloe or the other one’s. Mrs Douchelord’s.
KIM: And our wedding will be a festival of love to behold.
KRIS: A TELEVISED festival of love to behold. CHECK.
KIM: You DO understand me.
KRIS: I do. I really do. Come on, Bride Lady, let’s go find some rice to throw at people.