Gary: Sam, I hope you don't mind, but since I don't have a bar anymore, I invited the developer over here to, you know, help me celebrate. Sam, I'd like you to meet your new neighbor, Rutherford Cunningham.
Harry: Real nice place you have here. [offers his hand] Nice to meet you. Sam, is it?
Sam: Yeah.
Gary: A bottle of your finest champagne.
Woody: [answers phone] Cheers. Oh, Gary, uh, phone for you, the bank.
Gary: Oh, yeah. Sam, do you mind if I take that in your office? It's big business, that sort of thing.
Sam: Sure.
Gary: Bank's not used to million-dollar deposits. [laughs]
Harry: So, Sam! It's good to see you again. Now what's that I heard about the finest champagne?
Sam: Did you do this? Did you, did you destroy his bar?
Harry: No, I didn't. Gary did. He's the one hired the bulldozer. Me? I'm just an interested land developer who's gonna come up a little short on funds... say about a million bucks short.
Woody: I have the same problem with a decimal point. [Gary screams off-camera]
Harry: Excuse me. I believe that's the sound of my check bouncing.