Quotes
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E.G. Whitfield : Brooke, what the hell are you doing in his bed?
Brooke Whitfield : This is my bed.
Bill Tillery : E.G., it's very simple. I want to marry your daughter.
Brooke Whitfield : You do?
[he grimaces nervously]
Brooke Whitfield : Then why are you asking him?
E.G. Whitfield : You want to marry my daughter?
Bill Tillery : Yeah.
E.G. Whitfield : Well, I suppose she could do worse.
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E.G. Whitfield : Listen, kids, we pull off this sale, and I'll throw you the biggest wedding Long Island ever saw. Now, don't you go running off on me. A big wedding is good for business.
Bill Tillery : Sir, it's fine for you to manipulate Brooke with your money, but when I get married, it will be when, where, and how I want.
Brooke Whitfield : It won't be to me.
Bill Tillery : Afraid to jeopardize your precious inheritance? Well, I don't sell out that cheap.
Brooke Whitfield : You have nothing to lose.
Bill Tillery : E.G., in case you haven't noticed, the romance is dead.
Brooke Whitfield : Romance? Ha! You're strictly a paid escort.
Bill Tillery : Not anymore. I quit.
E.G. Whitfield : Tillery, you blow this deal, and you're through!
Brooke Whitfield : Oh, let him go, Daddy. He's only good in the fog.
Bill Tillery : Oh, yeah? Well, the truth is you only looked good because it was overcast.
