Dick: Nina, how did we do?
Nina: Let's see. Subtracting for the caterer, the DJ, and Betty walking off with the wedding gown... we made $104.
Dick: You mean 104 million dollars?
Nina: No. 104 dollars dollars.
Dick: What, that's all? After all that?!
Strudwick: It's a great start, Dick.
Judith: You should be proud.
Dick: Of what?! $104?! That won't buy Admiral Pendelton an arm! That won't even pay to pressure-wash the bird crap off his wife!