Rainwater: That's your angle, too, John. How does this affect your land? Join our suit. It won't cost you a cent. You won't have to hire an attorney. We'll do it for you. John: A little curveball from the reservation. That land is mine, and no one can sell it but me. Roarke: I can say that as much as you can. That land is mine. Get it all out of your system. John: Lose your pets, Roarke? Roarke: Hm? John: Hm? You think you're winnin' this game? You don't even know the goddamned rules. But don't worry, I'm gonna teach 'em to ya.
John: That's not the glow of a blushing bride. Beth: Oh, Dad. The blush was fucked out of me years ago. John: Jesus. Baby, I love our man to man talks, but we need to set some goddamned boundaries here. I can't unhear that, honey. Beth: Well, it was a metaphor. Sorta.