Robin: Just one thing I have to tell you.
Rebecca: How much? I mean, go ahead.
Robin: You see, occasionally, l, um, I supplement my meager lifestyle by stealing. I did some time for that in Louisiana. We may have to run from the police, sleep under bridges, eat out of garbage cans.
Rebecca: Oh, Robin, cut the crap. I said I would go away with you, yadda-yadda-yadda-yadda. Now, let's get real.
Robin: Uh, what are you talking about?
Rebecca: I'm talking about, you wanted to know if I would still love you if you were poor, and I would, so we've settled that. So how much money do you have? $30 million? $40 million?
Robin: You mean all this time you thought I was still wealthy and that's why you've been so kind to me? You haven't changed a bit, have you? You haven't matured. You're still the same selfish, gold digger you always were. I'm poor. Do you understand? Destitute. I have to shoplift for food. Sometimes I even have to beg for money.
Rebecca: Ten million?
Robin: Zero. I'm poor. And I have no desire ever to be rich again.