Robin: My God. Look at you people.
Sam: Robin.
Robin: Look at your bar, Sam. In your greedy desire to obtain a non existent money belt, you destroyed what was most important to you.
Sam: Excuse me. What was that word right before "money belt"?
Robin: Non existent. Fictitious. Uh, mythical.
Sam: Nothing? Not even like a small change purse?
Robin: Nothing. And here you've torn apart your bar. I'll bet you turned on each other, too. How many side deals did you have going?
All: Oh. [all groan and mutter]
Sam: Oh, Robin, man, how could you do this to us?
Robin: To show you what money can do to a person. You all despised me when I was wealthy. You didn't understand that I was victim of an illness: greed. But now you do understand, because all of you here tonight have fallen victim to that same illness. Hopefully you've all learned something. And that's why I did what I did. Uh... plus, uh, I never really liked you. Ta.

Sam: Poor guy. It's a real comedown, isn't it? Seems happy though.
Rebecca: Of course he's happy. He's lying.
Sam: I'm afraid of the rest of this.
Rebecca: Sam, don't you see it? He's testing me. Remember the last time before he left, he pretended like he was poor and I rejected him? And then it turns out he wasn't poor, he was rich? Well, he's testing me again. He wants to see if I've matured. And I'm gonna make damn sure that he knows that material wealth means nothing to me. And then he'll marry me and take me away. And I won't have to spend any more time with you poor, pathetic, boring losers. Day after day after day!
Sam: Honey, it's happening again.
Rebecca: What? What's happening?

Robin: My Rebecca. You know, I can't tell you how much I've missed her. And now to see her again, to look into those amber eyes, to hear that crystal bell of a voice.
Rebecca: Crap, Sam! Your desk smells like somebody puked in it!
Robin: Rebecca, I'm back.
Rebecca: [breathless] Robin! My sweet baby! Is it really you?!?
Robin: Yes.
Rebecca: I knew you'd come back for me! I quit! I'm out of here. No more petty job for Rebecca Howe. No more hanging out with you poor, pathetic, boring losers all day! My prayers have been answered. Robin's come back for me, and I'm rich! I'm rich! Why are you dressed like that, Robin?
Robin: Well I've taken a vow of poverty. I have only what I'm wearing and what I'm carrying in my rucksack.
Rebecca: Well, that's very sweet. Uh, did I just call you guys a bunch of names a few minutes ago?
Sam: Yeah.
Rebecca: I'm sorry, I just have these episodes when I'm around rich people, sort of like a blackout. No harm done, 'kay?