I said "tax free", I didn't say "free."

Steven:
[in David's loft, sitting on his bed]
Fucking my wife. David Shaw:
[sitting in a stool]
I don't know... Steven:
I think it's about time you called me Steven. David Shaw:
We're in love, sir. Steven:
That's it? You steal the crown jewel of a man's soul, and your only excuse is some candy ass Hallmark card sentiment? Even if it were true, that's not good enough! David Shaw:
What weren't true? Steven:
She is in love with you, buddy. You're in business. David Shaw:
What the hell are saying? Steven:
I'm saying you did not meet my wife by chance, I'm saying is you didn't study at Berkley, I'm saying is you learned to paint by doing three to six at Soledad State Prison, for relieving a widow in San Francisco of her life savings, your second conviction, if I'm not mistaken your real name is Winton Lagrange, which I'd rather like, born to pure trailer trash in Barstow California, warded to the court at the age of 10, you went from pick pocket, to car thief to con man until you found out you had a way with the softer sex no doubt looking for that mother you can barely remember, life made up of completely depressing little scams, until now. David Shaw:
Where'd you get all that? Steven:
All that is for sale, Winston. Yhe hell of it is that you're not half bad with a brush. David Shaw:
Thank you. Call it rehabilitation. Steven:
Call it a con and my wife is the grand prize but you set your sights a little too high this time/ David Shaw:
She loves me. Steven:
She loves "David Shaw", your invention. not that it matters because you made a fundamental miscalculation. Now you play it out, love conquers all, Emily divorces me, she marries you. Given your history, her advisors are going to insist on a prenup, so you might storm the castle but you're not getting the keys to the treasure room ever! David Shaw:
I don't care about that. Steven:
The petty swindler, doesn't care about a trust fund that can buy fucking Barstow? Why don't you cut the shit? You care or we would not be having this conversation, the only thing that's stopping you from bolting out right now is bad genes and greed. David Shaw:
Now what? Steven:
Choices, I can tell Emily exactly who you are, and life will imitate art you become a starving painter, game over. David Shaw:
Or? Steven:
Or you can cash out. David Shaw:
Cash out? Steven:
Half a million dollars, tax free. David Shaw:
Just for walking away from her? Steven:
I said "tax free", I didn't say "free."