Sonny to Carly

Sonny: “We’re getting married by a priest.”
Carly: “Oh, my god. You’re having a psychotic episode.”

Sonny: You’re my wife, ok? We’re together. You know how I feel about you. We’ve been married, what, how many times now?
Sonny: It’s never enough times.
Carly: You mean it?
Sonny: Cross my heart.

Carly to Sonny

Carly: “When you don’t get what you want, you get nasty.”
Sonny: “And what are you, a cupcake?”

Carly: “I can do that. Last name, Corinthos. First name, Corinthos. You know what? If it’s a girl, Corintha.”