MR. GILBERTSON: Ms. Mills, I'm with U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services, and I'm deporting you to Canada.
MARGARET: Excuse me? What? This is a mistake. I've lived here since 1981. I'm applying for citizenship.
MR. GILBERTSON: You need citizenship now? After the big promotion?
MARGARET: Yes, and all the papers are in.
MR. GILBERTSON: Well, my office is going to reject your paperwork on Monday, while we investigate whether your behavior is well disposed to the good order and happiness of the United States. We must protect our sovereignty.
MARGARET: I'm a threat to the sovereignty of the United States?
MR. GILBERTSON: Yes, and unfortunately my investigation will take a while, so you'll be deported while your case winds through the system. Will it affect you at work if you aren't allowed to enter the U.S. for the next two to three years?
MARGARET: Affect me at work? I'll lose my job!
MR. GILBERTSON: Oh, that's a shame. Too bad we can't work something out.

MARGARET: Know what, Dante? I'm not going anywhere! We're getting married!
RICHARD: Who's getting married?
MARGARET: We are!
RICHARD: You and him?
MARGARET: Stop playing around, honey. Mr. Gilbertson is from the INS. I told him about us. About us getting married.
MR. GILBERTSON: You are marrying your male secretary?
RICHARD: Assistant.
MR. GILBERTSON: You are marrying your male assistant?
MARGARET: We're in love. We tried to fight it. When it's right, it's right.
MR. GILBERTSON: And this has nothing to do with my visit here today?
MARGARET: Nope. True love. Got it bad.
MR. GILBERTSON: (to Richard) You, is this true? Are you marrying this woman?
MARGARET: Of course we are.
RICHARD: Uh-huh. I'm, er, marrying my boss.
MR. GILBERTSON: Five years in prison and a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar fine.
MARGARET: What?
MR. GILBERTSON: If I prove you're lying, you go to federal prison for five years. (to Richard) You, do you know what you're getting yourself into? We're going to put you in a room and ask you every detail that a real couple would know about each other. Do you even know her favorite color?

GRANDMA ANNIE: Now, Richard, what I want to know is how you proposed.
RICHARD: Well...er, um, I...
GEOFFREY: Yeah, how did you pop the question?
MARGARET: Can I tell this one, honey?
RICHARD: Oh, sure.
MARGARET: I'm an early, early riser and go for a run everyday. Well, it was our six-month anniversary and I was out for my normal jog in the park, when who do I see in a horse-drawn carriage, wearing a tux, and waiting for me halfway through my run? Richard! So I ran up to the carriage and asked him what was going on, and he puts his finger to his lips and says, "Shhhh." So there I am in my jogging clothes, next to the most handsome mute in the world - have you seen him in a tux? - riding like a sweaty princess and smiling ear to ear. A couple of minutes later, we arrive at 'Tavern on the Green'. Best part, we're the only people in the place because Richard got them to open up early. Well, we go to our table, sit down, and just as the sun starts to peek above the trees, this beautiful man gets down on one knee and says 'I didn't want one more sunrise to go by without you knowing that you are the light of my life, and that I would be the luckiest man in the world if you would be my wife. Margaret Mary Mills, will you marry me?' I said yes!
GRANDMA ANNIE: You are a good boy, Richard, and you make me very proud. I love you, Richy.
RICHARD: I love you too, Grandma.