Sam: You want my money. What are you gonna do? You gonna blackmail me for it? [Diane slaps Sam] Oh, you just lost your boat ride, baby. [again] You can't slap me. I'm a rich guy. How much longer are you gonna keep doing this?
Diane: I don't know you. I've never seen you like this and I don't like it.
Sam: Come on, come on, don't let this come between us. I want you to help me spend the money. Come on, it's going to make us so happy.
Diane: It's already making me miserable.
Sam: Well, just wait till you see the fun we have on that boat! Damn, boy! If that guy would just kick off in four months, we could have that baby in the Atlantic by spring!
Diane: Did you hear what you just said?
Sam: Oh, my God. That was a horrible thing to say, wasn't it? Six months would be fine. We could catch the Gulf Stream.