- Cy: [upon learning that daughter's boyfriend works at his ski resort] I assume you're doing a good job?
- Rich: Yes, Sir, I am! Trying to save up enough money to go to college. The pay isn't that good...
- Cy: Yeah, but the fringe benefits are pretty good though, aren't they?
- Rich: [winks at Megan] Yes, Sir, they are.
- Cy: [softly] Do they include my daughter?
- Megan: [shocked] Dad!
- Rich: [unsure] Sir?
- Cy: I'm only kidding, honey. Rich knew I was joking, didn't you?
- Rich: [uneasily] Absolutely.
- Wes: [while they're playing squash] You know she's seventeen, don't you?
- Rich: I had no idea. When I saw her, my brain went south.
- Wes: Gonna see her again?
- Rich: Don't know. And it's none of your business.
- Wes: Seventeen, a warped age. They screw like bunnies. But... she'll mess with your mind, man.
- Rich: Philosophy from a guy who'd screw a snake, if someone held its head.
- Wes: Screwing and infatuation are worlds apart, Rich. The one I'm warning you about is the most dangerous brain disease known to man.
- [shrugs]
- Wes: But then again, I guess we don't have to worry, because you don't have a brain, and you're certainly not a real man.
- Rich: [taking this in, uncertain] Play ball, man.
- Cy: Let me ask you something, Rich. Is it still just flirting under the table, or are you fucking my daughter?
- Rich: Sir?
- Cy: I'd like to make something very clear before we combine this bullshit banter here. I love my daughter... more than anything in the wold. She's all I have. You hurt her, I'll choke you to death with your own intestines. You got that?
- Rich: Yes, sir.
- Cy: Excellent. More wine?
- Rich: Yes, please.
- Megan: What was the worst day of your life?
- Rich: That's kind of a morbid question after great sex, isn't it?
- Megan: Well, its only morbid if someone died. And that wasn't great sex.
- Rich: Thanks.
- Megan: Don't worry, it was good, but great sex is when you love someone so much it's like you're addicted to the strongest drug in the world.
- Rich: You've had that kind of sex before?
- Megan: Maybe.
- [she lights a cigarette]
- Megan: So who died?
- Rich: My dog.
- [Megan laughs]
- Rich: What's so funny?
- Megan: That was the worst day of your life? Your dog died?
- Rich: Wes, my brother killed him.
- Megan: Why?
- Rich: It's a long story.
- Megan: I'm listening.
- Rich: I was eleven, and he was thirteen. He was angry at my dad. I don't think he meant to kill the dog, it's just that he kept kicking him and kicking him.
- Megan: What did your dad do to Wes?
- Rich: He beat the hell out of him.
- Megan: My mom died last year on my birthday. Her car veered off the road and exploded.
- [scoffs]
- Megan: My father says she was drunk.