Helen: You know, 30 minutes ago, I was a wealthy woman and now I can't pay for these drinks.
Diane: Oh, don't worry about it. The drinks are on me.
Helen: I don't want your charity and I don't want your pity, but I will take your money.
Diane: Well, if it hadn't been for dear old Dad and his strange clause in the will, you would never have been in this predicament.
Helen: You mustn't think ill of your father. He was concerned. He loved you very much. You know that, don't you?
Diane: Yes, I guess I do.
Helen: And in a strange way, I think he loved me, too. Unfortunately, he loved a good joke more. Spencer, wherever you are tonight, I hope you're frying.