Robin: By the way, Miss Howe, I'm much obliged for your suggestion that I unload the South End property before the market price bottomed out. Thanks to you, I've started to turn quite a nifty little profit.
Rebecca: You took my advice.
Robin: Actually, Miss Howe, no. To sell when land values are so depressed might be considered insane, so I've done just the opposite. I'm developing the land as an exclusive, urban complex. It's quite similar to something I've done on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. May I use your desk?
Rebecca: Oh, please.
Robin: Well, you see, first, we bulldoze the land... [Rebecca gasps as Robin swipes objects off her desk] Did I startle you?
Rebecca: Yes... but I like it. Whoops, missed something.
Robin: Yes, well... Thank you. Now, here, we put our championship golf course, and here, here, and here...
High-rise condominiums overlooking the golf course and the... Artificial lake. Well, something has to serve as an ice rink in the winter.
Rebecca: It's beautiful.
Robin: Just there, that spot of perspiration where your hand was, that's the performing arts center.