Wilfred: You can't get rid of me, Sophia. I won't give up until I make you mine.
Sophia: Here. Hold this. [Sophia places food from the buffet in a plastic baggy]
Wilfred: I know what you're thinking, that I'm only after your money. But I love you from the depths of my soul. The fact that you're a wealthy widow only makes me want to protect you, not to take advantage of you.
Sophia: Whoa, Willy. You got your brains in your ascot? Where did you get the idea I was a wealthy widdow?
Wilfred: RJ Jolonoux.
Sophia: I just told him that so he'd take me to bingo.
Wilfred: You aren't a wealthy widow?
Sophia: I can't even keep a minimum balance in my checking account.
Wilfred: My regards to your lovely family. [exits]