Hello, Richard. Wiley. Hello, Frank. Hello, Dick. Hey! How do you like it? It's not bad....

Wiley: [Frank and Wiley enter their new cabin lodge, where they meet Frank's lawyer, Dick Richard] Hello, Richard.
Dick Richard: Wiley. Hello, Frank.
Frank Renda: Hello, Dick.
[astonished by the quality of the house]
Frank Renda: Hey!
Dick Richard: How do you like it?
Frank Renda: It's not bad.
Wiley: Looks like a dude ranch.
Dick Richard: Belongs to a stockbroker I once represented.
Frank Renda: Yeah, and where's he? In jail?
Dick Richard: Lewisburg, as a matter of fact.
Frank Renda: I figured.
Dick Richard: [chuckling] Conspiring, they say. To defraud the United States government.
[Frank goes to the bar to pour himself a drink]
Wiley: I'll have one, too. I can use it.
Dick Richard: Frank, where you been? Looking at melon fields?
Frank Renda: I've been busy.
Dick Richard: You're out on $5,000 bond, pending a district court examination in ten days.
Frank Renda: [agitated] What are you talking about? I thought I was clear.
Dick Richard: Oh, you are, but they have to go through the motions.
[Frank makes an exasperated groan]
Dick Richard: Frank, this is not the time to do anything impulsive.
Frank Renda: There's a melon I gotta pick.
Dick Richard: Also, there are some very big offers that have come in. Big offers from big people. Now, what am I supposed to tell them?
Frank Renda: [heading towards the stairs] You tell them I got something to do.
Dick Richard: Frank.
Frank Renda: Hey, if they don't like it, tough shit. Okay?