Jerry Horne: Now, Audrey, you know I was upset too, but there's some projects, both domestic and international, that *I*'d like a chance to develop. I mean, one man's crisis is another man's opportunity. [kisses her forehead]
Audrey Horne: Let me tell you something, Uncle Jerry. We leave him the way he is, and I become executor of the estate.
Jerry Horne: Oh, Audrey, it's a little more complicated than that, sweetheart.
Audrey Horne: No it isn't. I examined his will, Jerry. If my father becomes incapacitated, it all goes to me when I'm old enough. And I *am* old enough, Jer, and he *is* incapacitated. I have my way either way. Where the only project you'll be developing is selling baseboard heaters at the local Cash 'n' Carry.
Jerry Horne: [sees the light] What's happened to the man is a tragedy.
Audrey Horne: It is a tragedy, Jer.

Albert Rosenfield: Oh, Coop, uh, about the uniform... replacing the quiet elegance of the dark suit and tie with the casual indifference of these muted earth tones is a form of fashion suicide, but, uh, call me crazy - on you it works.

Albert Rosenfield: [Albert almost bumps into Bobby Briggs as booby is leaving the interrogation room with a bad attitude] Get a life, punk!

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