Robin: I got back from the union meeting, and I just now heard about the explosion.
Sam: Well, we're all OK.
Robin: Yes, I can see that. Now, would you sign these release forms? It's just a technicality for my insurance department, but it will protect you from further hassles.
Sam: Release forms? I mean, that's all you care about is saving your butt. You know, we went through hell out there.
Robin: Yes, I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking of. Uh, believe me, if I'd known there was a bomb on board the boat, I would never have let you near it. I just admire your courage, and... Will you let me do something for you? Now, Sam, how much do you suppose your life is worth? Would say $50,000? Does that sound fair?
Sam: What are you talking about?
Robin: No, no, I've insulted you. $60,000. 50 in cash, 10 in stock options.
Sam: Come on, stop. Hey, stop that. This isn't about money. This is about human life... mine and my friends. You know, you may not understand this, but some things you can't buy. There are some things are more precious than money... Human life and a little simple human dignity.
Robin: Yes, obviously you're still hysterical, Sam.

Robin: Sam, I want to thank you for your discretion last night. That is if, running along side a screaming woman with a sack over her head can be called discretion.
Sam: That wasn't a sack, it was my jacket.
Robin: Really? Please buy one for me, huh?

Robin: Hi, darling. Ready to go to the beach?
Rebecca: I've been to the beach, thank you.
Robin: Well, why didn't you ask me to go?
Rebecca: I did. I came in here and screamed your name out at least a half a dozen times.
Robin: I thought you were cheering me on.

Robin: Yes, anyway, Miss Howe, I'm here because I've received several of your letters.
Rebecca: I don't believe they got to you.
Robin: Well, I have a male secretary who likes the pictures of yourself you enclosed, and I appreciate your business sense.
Rebecca: Really?
Robin: Yes, Howard was especially enamored of the shot of you in the form-fitting business suit licking an envelope.
Rebecca: No. I meant the business sense part.
Robin: Oh, yes, regarding my South End property.
Sam: I wouldn't mind having one of those "licking" pictures.
Robin: Yes, it's quite tastefully done.
Sam: Oh, well, uh, never mind then.

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.

Robin: Well, I want to thank you for drawing my attention to South End. And I owe you dinner.
Rebecca: I love dinner.
Robin: Unfortunately at this moment I'm heading off to Beverly Hills.
Rebecca: I love Beverly Hills.
Robin: I realize this is a bit sudden... But would you care to join me?
Rebecca: [giggles] No, I didn't mean it like that. I meant I love Beverly Hills in general, I didn't mean to whisk me away on your private jet. You do have a private jet, don't you?
Robin: Oh, yes.
Rebecca: I wouldn't even know what to wear if someone took me to dinner in Beverly Hills.
Robin: I have credit lines up and down rodeo. It would be my pleasure to outfit you. That is, if you don't mind shopping.
Rebecca: I love shopping.

Robin: And this is Frank's design for the Main Tower.
Rebecca: Oh, it's just beautiful.
Robin: And since I have you to thank for it, I have you to thank for it. [Rebecca gasps] It's the same building on a necklace.
Rebecca: And all the windows are diamonds. And there are so many windows. Oh. [kisses Robin]
Robin: Oh, you're welcome. Now, I'll call you when I get back from Zurich.
Rebecca: Will you miss me?
Robin: I'll fax you every day.

Robin: Hello, Sam. I see the grenadine came out nicely.
Sam: Actually this is a new shirt that just looks like the old one.
Robin: Yes. That's, um... That's very clever. [exits]
Rebecca: Did you want something, Sam?
Sam: Uh... Yes. l, uh... Oof! There's something I want to tell you. I'm sorry I haven't told you this sooner, but I haven't realized this myself until just now, and if I don't tell you now, I may miss the opportunity. Sweetheart... [knock on door]
Robin: [enters] Oh, Rebecca... I just wanted to tell you that I care for you very, very deeply. [exits]
Rebecca: Oh, that guy. Do you know how long I waited to hear someone say that?

Robin: Chop chop, everyone. Let's go.
Rebecca: Excuse me? Some of us were ready to chop chop one and a half hours ago.
Robin: Rebecca, you look lovely.
Rebecca: I looked lovelier one and a half hours ago.
Robin: Well, darling, we all age, you know.

Rebecca: Are you ready for the most relaxing, exciting day of your life?
Robin: I most certainly am. I just have to make one phone call first.
Rebecca: Well, it isn't business, is it?
Robin: On my day off? Ha! Certainly not. [on the phone] Ah, yes. This is, uh, Colcord. Give me 5,000 shares of Metronix International.
Rebecca: Robin...
Robin: Oh, yes. Well, I'll call you later, Aunt Beryl. God bless.