Miles: Mr. Colcord, it's time.
Robin: Oh, yes. Thank you. I do seem to have made a little mess here. Will you get someone to clean this up? In fact, I'd like to buy you another one.
Rebecca: Oh, it's just an old blotter.
Robin: No, I meant the desk.
Rebecca: [excited] OK.
Miles: I'll see to it, sir.
Robin: Thank you.

Sam: I'll tell you something, why don't you just take your checkbook and drop it down your bauxite mine. You know, my life's worth more than money.
Robin: Sam, if you're trying to haggle...
Sam: No, I'm not. I don't want your money, OK? I just want a little simple apology and a little concern for all of us.
Robin: OK, uh, I'm sorry. How are you?
Carla: OK.
Norm: Not too bad.
Robin: Yes, well, I'm off.

Sam: All right. Keystone sack.
Robin: Second base.
Sam: Hot corner.
Robin: Third base.
Sam: Dinger?
Robin: Home run.
Sam: Tater.
Robin: Home run.

Rebecca: Oh, Robin. My sweet baby.
Robin: A budding rose. I brought it myself because I didn't want you to miss even a moment of its bloom.
Rebecca: Oh, my God. This is so cool. Oh, Robin, I can hardly wait till we're alone together again tonight.
Robin: Oh, yes. About tonight, I'm terribly sorry. An emergency board meeting has been called.
Rebecca: How about a late supper afterwards?
Robin: Yeah, well, the meeting could last through the night.
Rebecca: I could last till the morning.
Robin: What's say we put that to the test tomorrow.

Robin: At any rate, I wanted to thank you. And as a man of the world, I'm sure you've been in similar circumstances and know how embarrassing it can be. It was nice to find an ally in a sticky situation like that.
Sam: Ally, nothing. I just didn't want to see Rebecca hurt.
Robin: Nor do l, so I hope you'll keep up your continued silence. I mean, if the event should ever repeat itself.
Sam: "Emergency board meeting." You've got another date tonight, don't you?
Robin: Sadly, um... Yes.
Sam: I don't think I want to help you, pal.
Robin: Sam, you surprise me. You and I have the same weakness, beautiful women. I thought men like us share a common bond.
Sam: No, no. We don't share anything together. You know, Rebecca's my friend. You got a lot of nerve to think I'm going to help you cheat on her.
Robin: So you're taking an ethical stand. Well, let me counter with this. One phone call from me and you can have your bar back.
Sam: Why do you think that you can always buy anything... The whole bar? No down payment?
Robin: Cheers will be yours, Sam.
Sam: Okay, I don't feel very good about this, though.
Robin: Yes, well, you can print that on your cocktail napkins. Well, I'm off for a... Strenuous board meeting.

Robin: Well, perhaps I could make the... Perhaps I could make the prospect a little more enticing if we threw in a wager? Shall we say, um, here... Uh, one U.S. dollar?
Men: Whoa!
Sam: One lousy buck?
Robin: Well, you see, Sam, a real sportsman wouldn't consider it a lousy buck, but a trophy. Something to be held over the head of the vanquished. A symbol of victory.
Sam: All right. Lie for break. Although I can't understand why anyone would get that excited about winning a dollar.

Sam: Yeah, all right. OK. I'll... I'll play you a little game of chess. But let's not go for this weenie dollar bet here. I'll tell you what. Double or nothing.
Robin: Well, what do you say... What do you say we make it something worth our while? Both of us. Um, a week's pay. My salary against your salary.
Sam: Well, that's not exactly fair now. You don't make tips. [laughs]
Robin: Well, what do you say, Sam?
Sam: All right. Sure. Fine.
Robin: All right, I'm going back to my penthouse, and I'll get my chess set... And I'll see you in an hour, Sam.
Sam: I'll be here.

Carla: Hey, jailbird, your lawyer's on the phone.
Rebecca: Your lawyer?!
Robin: Yes, I've made arrangements to turn myself in.
Rebecca: Oh, Robin. Oh, I'll wait for you.
Robin: I won't have any money when I come out.
Rebecca: That doesn't matter. I'll help you rebuild your fortune.
Carla: Yeah, just look at what she's done with this bar.
Robin: Oh, shut up.
Carla: Boy, just because you lose a few billion bucks is no reason to cop a 'tude.

Robin: So, Sam, what have you got on your mind?
Sam: I want to talk to you about your ex-girlfriend.
Robin: Can you be, uh, more specific?
Sam: The one you were running around with behind Rebecca's back.
Robin: Can you be more specific?
Sam: Jeanne Marie.
Robin: Oh! Oh, dear Jeanne Marie. Yes, I do hope her little game with the press isn't troubling Rebecca.
Sam: Yeah, well... Yeah, it is actually. You know this girl is running around getting exploited all over the place, but we all know that it's Rebecca that deserves to be exploited. Hey, these things are coming pretty fast. Can we slow them down?
Robin: Oh no, if they went any slower they wouldn't remain airborne. Yeah, yeah, Sam, look, if Rebecca is really getting troubled by this, why didn't she make mention of it to me?
Sam: Well, I don't know, actually. She, uh, tried to explain that to me, but l, uh...
Robin: Yes, enough said. Poor Rebecca. Her insecurities have finally got the better of her. Well, perhaps I should, uh, make an end of Jeanne Marie's little charade and go to the press and tell them the truth. Do you think that would help her?
Sam: Sure, yeah.

Robin: Darling.
Rebecca: Robin, I got your letter.
Robin: Oh, yeah, I hope I didn't go too far.
Rebecca: Did you mean everything you said?
Robin: Every word. And those little drawings in the margin, yeah.