Diane: This is not funny any more. [rips up Sam's check] I was right about him from the start. He's a sick, sick man with a very warped sense of humor. He doesn't care who he hurts. I won't take it anymore. He's a pathological liar.
Chauffeur: [enters] Excuse me, Mr. Hilliard.
Sam: Oh, my God!
Chauffeur: I just wanted to let you know I'm here with the car.
Eric Finch: Thank you, Robert. I'm ready to go. I'm sorry we couldn't do business, Sam.
Sam: Million and a half and I'll throw in a blonde waitress.