Creme Brulee vs. Jello
Kimmy: How's he? Julianne: Well, he's sort of wondering why you haven't told your parents that the wedding's off. Kimmy: Well, I'm still hoping for a miracle, I suppose. I mean, how could he think that my father and I would do such a thing? Julianne: Only a minor insight, you understand. Maybe Michael couldn't commit to this marriage so he created a delusion, produced an unconscious, psychosomatic manifestation of... I'm better with food. Okay, you're Michael, you're in a fancy french restaurant, you order... creme brulee for dessert, it's beautiful, it's sweet, it's irritatingly perfect. Suddenly, Michael realises he doesn't want creme brulee, he wants something else. Kimmy: What does he want? Julianne: Jello. Kimmy: Jello?! Why does he want jello? Julianne: Because he's comfortable with jello, jello makes him... comfortable. I realise, compared to creme brulee it's... jello, but maybe that's what he needs. Kimmy: I could be jello. Julianne: No! Creme brulee can never be jello, you could never be jello. Kimmy: I have to be jello. Julianne: You're never gonna be jello. Now you have to come clean with your parents, because if you're waiting for that "Do you take this man" part, it's considered poor form.