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.
Rip: I don't need presents, Beth. Just you. Beth: Well, that's what it means. It means that you have me, that I'm yours. It means come live your life with me. The only thing I ask is that you outlive me so I never live another day without you. Rip: I can try to do that. Beth: OK. It's solved. We're getting married. Rip: [chuckles] Married, huh? Beth: Yeah, baby. I'm asking you to marry me. Will you do that? Rip: I mean, I have, I'm gonna have to ask your father. Beth: It's handled. He saved you the indignity. So, what do you say?