Robin: Oh, Sam, you can pick the keys up at pier 17, the yacht club. And you'll need a crew. Rebecca takes three men.
[Rebecca gets ready to hand Carla more cash]
Carla: No, no, no, no, no, no. Buy four, get one free.

Sam: Guys, how about this? I'm going to be in the regatta this afternoon.
Robin: Well, you just better not do anything to that boat, because Robin has promised me the two of us are gonna take a cruise on the Rebecca to the Virgin Islands.
Carla: Wow. A boat and an island named after you in the same day.

Cliff: So, what's with all the G-men?
Robin: Oh, it's nothing, really.
Rebecca: Oh, don't be modest, Robin. People want to kill him.
Sam: You're kidding me. Who?
Robin: Well, I can't go into detail. Let's just say that I'm involved in delicate financial dealings with some sensitive political areas.
Cliff: Ah, a little arms trading there?
Rebecca: That's Cliff. People want to kill him, too.

Man: Sir, this just came over the fax in the limousine.
Robin: Damn it. My bauxite miners are threatening me with a wildcat strike at midnight unless I negotiate with them personally.
Cliff: Bauxite, huh? That's the stuff they make missile casings out of, isn't it? Don't cut this guy off in traffic.

Cliff: You know, something very similar happened to me about 10 years go. You see, my ma was making us homemade bread in the crock pot...
Norm: Wait a minute, Cliff, unless that crock pot exploded in your face, I don't want to hear about it, OK. There's no comparison.
Cliff: Well, suffice it to say, that was the week I started growing this mustache.

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.

Carla: Sammy, why don't you sail Robin's boat? You could really use the money.
Rebecca: Yeah, I'm sure he's gonna give his fancy boat named after my fat aunt to you.
Carla: Well, you can ask him.
Norm: Yeah.
Sam: Of course, he'll probably laugh at me and say, "Why should I give you my boat?" But then I could say, "Well, it's a business deal, and if I win, then you'll have this beautiful trophy." Yeah. Of course then he'll probably look at me and say, "Why should I give a yutz like you my fancy boat?" Then I'd say, "Hey, listen to me. I happen to be a very good sailor. As a matter of fact, in '83 I came close to winning that race. And where do you get off calling me a yutz? You don't even know me." And he'd probably say, "I may not know you, but I know your kind." You know, that would really tick me off. I'd say, "I'll tell you something, how about you just step outside with me?"
Robin: [opens the door] Uh, I was thinking, Sam, Rebecca tells me you're a sailor. Why don't you race my boat?
Sam: Oh, sure. Yeah, great. Hey, I happen to be a very good sailor.
Robin: Yes. Fine.
Sam: And I'm not a yutz.
Robin: Good for you, Sam.

Carla: So, Sammy, how much cash do you need?
Sam: Uh, well... In a word... [Carla and Norm gasp]
Norm: Isn't that how many miles it is to the sun?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, maybe you're right.
Carla: Oh, Sammy, you can do it.
Sam: Yeah, right, no, of course I can do it. As a matter of fact, this morning I made a rather clever investment of $1,000.
Norm: Way to be, Sammy. That's using the old noggin. Let that money work for you, pal. What did you invest in?
Sam: This suit. Looks pretty good, doesn't it?
Norm: Yeah.
Sam: I tell you, this jacket just over Levi's alone is fabulous.

Carla: Hey, gang, look. It's Gilligan and the millionaire.

Sam: One more to go here. Come on, you were in the coast guard, weren't you?
Norm: Right, Sam. I'd go with you in a second if it weren't for those horses.
Sam: What horses?
Norm: Wild ones. They don't make 'em strong enough to drag me on board a boat.
Sam: We'll be bringing a cooler of beer.
Norm: Hyah! Hyah! Come on!