Yeah, tomorrow's the day! My sweet little girl -- [He leers over at Marion] -- Oh, oh, not you -- my daughter, a baby. And tomorrow she stands her sweet self up there and gets married away from me. I want you to take a look at my baby. Eighteen years old, and she never had an unhappy day in any of those years!
Come on, Tom. My office is air conditioned.
You know what I do about unhappiness? I buy it off. Are, uh, are you unhappy?
Not inordinately.
I'm buying this house for my baby's wedding present. Forty thousand dollars, cash! Now that's not buying happiness. That's just buying off unhappiness. [waves money in front of Marion] I never carry more than I can afford to lose! Count 'em.
I declare!
[staring at Marion]
I don't! That's how I get to keep it!
Tom, uh... cash transactions of this size! Most irregular.



