They finally get to the seamstress to pick up Regina's veil, but since it's about as long as Route 1, they are going to have trouble fitting it into the car. Naturally, Regina calls a friend to come take care of it for her, because God forbid she should have any foresight whatsoever regarding matters of this type. Monica: "I'm worried not because if her dress is huge, what are we going to do then?" Word up, little sis. Regina: "I should have rented a truck." You should have rented a clue, dick-wizard.
Back to LyDee, who's prepping for her second rehearsal, this time with a dinner attached, presumably. LyDee is stressed and tired, after having only three hours of sleep. The wedding is tomorrow, and she still has a ton of shit to take care of. Things only get worse when she gets there, and still has a bunch of no-shows. I'm sorry, but I'd flip my shit, too. But she plows ahead anyway, and once again, people are acting like idiots, not listening or focusing at all. Of course, LyDee gets annoyed, especially when her sister starts a nothing fight over the stupid walks. Poor LyDee. She's doing her best to keep her cool, but it's difficult when trying to wrangle the Attention Deficit Theatre that is her wedding party. Finally, they all call it quits and go to dinner.
Back to Regina, who's passed out in the back of the car with Monica. They arrive for the final fitting of the wedding dress, and I have to say, why the strapless dress? It doesn't work on you, Regina. Nor the goddamn tiara, you self-centered hog. Wipe that smile off your head. When she's satisfied that her huge dress is everything she wanted and more, she shoves Monica into the back of the car with it, and sends her and Domingos on their way. God, what a jerk.
Then it's off to the florist, where Regina shells out $6,000.00 for her arrangements. Whoa. That's a lot of 'scarole. I don't really even know how to respond to that. Six thousand bucks for something that's going to last a week? Now, call me a pragmatist, but I think that's just plain ridiculous. I mean, I understand she's getting married in New York, and that she has to have a "Fairy Tale" wedding, but fuck that. Her big ugly head is as dumb as a butt. And can she please not bring that dog everywhere she goes? "Someone's gonna have to show me how to hold this bouquet tomorrow." Like, you just hold it, nimrod. Anyway, she pays in cash, and...what the hell? Cash? I guess her daddy is in the Portuguese Mafia. Either that, or she just cashed her disability check. Ugh. They're off to the castle. Narrator: "Tomorrow's blushing bride is tonight's bulldozing Bridezilla." Word.