Michael: Listen, I thought that you were going to-
Nellie: Steal it?
Michael: Yes!
Nellie: But I might be your sister, remember?
Michael: Well, the fact that you didn't steal it might actually be proof that you're not. Even if we're not related, I think I would like for you to work here. You're very, very good at it. And what you do for a job is not really a great way to make a living, you know?
Nellie: I make 300 grand a year.
Michael: Marry me. It's weird on so many levels.