Eric Mabius: Oliver

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Oliver

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: Imagine something precious, a priceless gift you've been waiting all your life to give to the one you love. You wait for the right time you wrap it carefully, you pack it in a box and you place a few stamps on the outside and hand this wonderful thing over to a complete stranger absolutely confident that your irreplaceable gift will find its way to the one you love. That is the miracle of a postage stamp. The stamp is the smallest contract in the world. A promise that if you believe in it we will deliver it somehow, someway because we know that if that contract is broken, hearts can be broken too.

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]

Joe: Great party.
Oliver O'Toole: Uh, thanks to you. I, uh, really dropped the ball I'm afraid.
Joe: I know you've been, uh, preoccupied recently. And am I crazy or have you managed to avoid looking Shane in the eye all night.
Oliver O'Toole: Dad have you ever thought about somebody one way for a long time. One day they say something or do something and you just can't get it out of your head.

[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.

[From scene not shown in the US. Joe is cleaning up after the bachelor party and Oliver is getting ready to leave]
Joe: Hey... you sure you want this gone? It's a great conversation piece.
[the 'cake' Norman's grandma popped out of]
Oliver O'Toole: Oh uh dad would you do me a favor? I left my tux jacket at the shop for alterations. But it won't be ready until 4 and something came up. Do you mind?
Joe: No problem. I'll, uh, pick it up and bring it to the church tomorrow.
Oliver O'Toole: Thanks.
Joe: What did you decide about Shane?
[Oliver lets out a big sigh]
Joe: It only hurts for a minute son. Just rip the bandage off and say what you've got to say.

[Oliver narrates as a montage of moments of his and Shane's relationship are shown]
Oliver O'Toole: Love is the ship we build with compassion, forgiveness, and faith. To travel the river together, it is the dance of life. It is the greatest of contracts. It is the sweetest of promises to keep each other afloat amid the storms, to keep each other laughing amid the sorrow and faithful amid the darkness. To rejoice together in the morning, to honor each other in the evening. It is a gift from God, the source of this love and of the river itself. The One who will carry and guide us from this shore to the next.