Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was April 21st, -something, and despite some initial bumps, my dad's new business partnership was about to pay off.
Formica Mike: Great news, fellas! I told ya white wicker furniture was a gold mine!
Vic: Nothing adorns a tasteful sunroom better than a woven rattan.
Formica Mike: Those saps slurped it up like Mom's matzoh. Well, not my mom, because she was a horrible cook, an even worse woman, but you know what I mean.
Murray: Wicker and soup. Enough said.
Formica Mike: There's more. Much more! [hands Murray and Vic their checks]
Murray: Is this a mistake?
Formica Mike: No mistake.
Vic: I've never seen so many numbers! Look at 'em all. There's a 7 and 9 and... a-and they brought their old pal 3.
Murray: And yours doesn't have as many zeroes as mine does.
Vic: Thank you for putting my joyful moment into perspective.
Formica Mike: Welcome to the world of the filthy rich. You get one free murder. Use it wisely.
Murray: What should I do with this?
Formica Mike: Murray, listen to your best friend.
Murray: Is that you in this case?
Formica Mike: Think big! Do something that will cow your enemies or shame your family.
Vic: Or... something nice. I'm gonna get a Vespa scooter. It's a whole culture.
Formica Mike: Well, that's a crap example. But sure!