If this happened in a dream, you'd chalk it up to too many Wednesday tacos:
Liz: [walks out in the wedding dress] Hello, Jerry.
Jerry: Well, well, well. You called that boyfriend! Did it go well?
Liz: No, it didn't, Jer. [begins to get teary] A woman answered.
Jerry: Another woman already? What did you say to her?
Liz: [voice rising as she gets more upset] I did a fake survey!
Jerry: [voice rising because that's his thing] You did a fake survey?
Liz: I know! I'm not over it! And now I'm wearing this! What is the deal with my life?
Jerry: Are you imitating me?
Liz: Noooooo! This is what I sound like when I cry!
Jerry: I think I'm a little insulted!
Liz: You're insulted? I'm crying!
The Diet Hansen's All Natural Black Cherry Extended Set-up of the Night:
Liz: [at the 0:22 mark] I don't need society's permission to buy a white dress! Who says this is a wedding dress anyways? In Korea, they wear white to funerals!
[At the 0:25 mark, as she's eating two separate meals alone on a stage ...]
Tracy: Oh, no! Did a Korean person die?
This beats the Trash the Dress movement all to hell:
Jack: Good God, Lemon, what's happened to you? I thought this was going to be your year!
Liz: I couldn't even hold it together one week. I'm not you, Jack. I can't have a heart attack and pretend like it never happened. I can't break up with someone and immediately recover. I'm not you. I'm just me.
Jack: Lemon, don't ever say that you're 'just you.' Because you are better than 'just you.' And I am not going to let you give up. This is going to be our year. Now give me the ham.
Liz: I like the ham.
[Liz hands over the ham. Jack then offers his hand and pulls her up.]
Liz: A four-thousand-dollar ham napkin.
She walks off. Jack picks up her train and follows her.
Liz: I look pretty, though, right?
Jack: Don't push it, Lemon.