Kristin Booth: Shane

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Shane

Shane: [Pulls out her phone and starts a text] Oh for heaven's sakes.
Oliver O'Toole: Uh, what are you doing?
Shane: I'm texting your father to tell him that his son is hopelessly lost somewhere in the twentieth century and could he meet us at your house for an intervention.

Oliver O'Toole: Just enough Champagne left for a toast.
Shane: The last toast of the night.
Rita: And the first toast of the rest of our lives.
Shane: Oliver would you do the honors?
Oliver O'Toole: Well when we began together as colleagues charged with delivering so many lost things. I believe that to everything there is a season and to every lost letter there is a divine purpose. Only today seeing you Norman and you Rita so happy and you my Shane...
[Oliver pauses and looks tenderly at Shane]
Oliver O'Toole: ... my love... promising to love me forever. Only now do I realize... just how very lost I was too. And that your friendship and your faith have delivered me as well. So through rain and snow and dark of night here we are... together... and I love us.
Oliver O'Toole: [Raises his glass] To the POstables.
Shane, Norman Dorman, Rita: [Raise their glasses and say in unison] To the POstables.

Oliver O'Toole: Miss McInerney I can not bend the rules just because you and I are, uh...
Shane: [Starts flirting] Are?
Oliver O'Toole: Especially because you and I are uh...
Shane: [Leans in close and whispers] I love it when you get all 'Miss McInerney' on me.
[Oliver tries not to smile or look at Shane as she bats her eyelashes at him still standing close]
Oliver O'Toole: I'm late for the parking meeting.
Shane: [Big smile] Have fun!

Shane: Norman needs a chance to let off some steam, kick up his heels a little and, you know, celebrate the fact that he found the love of his life.
Oliver O'Toole: He has, hasn't he. Not everyone can say that. I meant uh I admire his perseverance. I didn't mean to suggest that you, I mean, that...
Shane: [Interrupts his fumbling] Oliver, um, look weddings have a way of making people who aren't getting married suddenly feel awkward. It probably didn't help when you saw me trying on a wedding gown.
[Oliver laughs]
Shane: You were never supposed to see that. Can you just forget that happened?

[Oliver takes Shane outside alone, turns to look at her and takes both of her hands in his]
Oliver O'Toole: Don't look at my tie. Look at my eyes and listen to my heart.
Shane: [Is trying not to cry] Oliver...
Oliver O'Toole: [Gets down on one knee] Marry me and I'll love you forever. And I promise I'll never wear this tie again.
Shane: [laughs] It's pretty awful.
Oliver O'Toole: Uh my father picked it out, I probably would of gone with something a little more...
Shane: [Interrupts] Yes Oliver. Yes I will marry you and love you forever.
Oliver O'Toole: [Stands up and pulls a ring out of his pocket] This was my grandmother's. She was the finest woman I ever knew... until you.
[Puts the ring on Shane's finger]
Oliver O'Toole: I hope it's not a...
Shane: [Interrupts] I love it. Is this what all that contemplating was about?
[Nods his head]
Oliver O'Toole: [Shane is just staring at him] Uh, what is it that you are contemplating?
[Shane picks up Oliver's tie then uses it to pull him close and kiss him]

Oliver O'Toole: Well in case you're wondering I have Thursday under control.
Shane: [Surprised] You forgot!
Oliver O'Toole: Well let's just say Norman's surprise bachelor party will be a bit of a surprise to everyone.
Shane: This is very unlike you Oliver.
Oliver O'Toole: I know. I just think the wedding has all of us just...
Shane: Distracted?
Oliver O'Toole: Contemplative.
Shane: Huh. Well why don't you contemplate asking someone to help you.
Oliver O'Toole: I'm certainly capable of handling this.

[Oliver walks into the DLO and sees Shane in a wedding dress. He walks up from behind and surprises her]
Shane: I was, uh... just um...
Oliver O'Toole: Contemplating?
Shane: I just thought that the material is so nice I could alter it and make it a cocktail gown or use the train to make a, I don't know, a...
Oliver O'Toole: A shawl? A tablecloth?
Shane: I just hate to see something so beautiful end up on an auction block. I wasn't seriously expecting to need...
[they are interrupted]

[From scene not shown in the US. Oliver hands the ugly green tie back to his dad.]
Oliver O'Toole: Thanks dad.
Joe: Well finally. Do you have any idea how long I've been keeping this thing in my glove compartment?
[Shane and Oliver laugh. Joe hugs Oliver then turns to Shane]
Joe: I hope it was ugly enough.
Shane: Oh yes.
[laughs again]
Joe: I love you guys.
Oliver O'Toole: [Oliver and Shane answer simultaneously] I love you too.
Shane: [Shane and Oliver answer simultaneously] Thank you.