Dale Biederbeck: Hey, did he tell you about his wife and me?
Sharona: I know all about it.
Dale Biederbeck: No, you don't.
Sharona: He didn't tell you. He's too ashamed. See, nine years ago, his beloved Trudy wrote a piece on me in which she said I was the Genghis Khan of world finance. So I sued her and the rag that published the piece. Now, I knew I couldn't win, but I dragged things on long enough that eventually Mr. and Mrs. Monk had to sell everything. Even that cute little starter house they lived in. You know who owns it now?
Sharona: You.
Dale Biederbeck: Mm-hmm. I use it to store my pornography collection. Which reminds me, are you interested in earning a little extra money? Oh-Oh, come on, now. Don't be like that. I mean, after all, Sharona, I know how you paid your rent back in Miami.
Sharona: What kind of dog is that?
Dale Biederbeck: Sweetheart, if you want to feel my stomach, all you have to do is ask.
Sharona: No, I wasn't trying...
Dale Biederbeck: Of course you were. You were thinking, "My God, can he really be that big, or is it a trick?" Let's find out, shall we? Totally... Alfresco!
Sharona: [gags] Oh, my God.