Henry: When I was younger, I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he'd love it as much as I did, and we'd slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a... daft pubescent fantasy.

(Henry takes out his phone and turns on music)

Alex: Aren't you gonna ask if I know how to waltz?

Henry: No waltzing. Never cared for it.