The bitch blabbed!

Ken Kessler:

She's in bad shape, Sam. We've been torturing her. [He holds the phone to the stove, Sandy presses a tofu-burger, making a sizzling sound] Barbara:
AAAAAH! [presses again] Sam Stone:
Don't kill her! Don't kill her! I'll pay the ransom! Ken Kessler:
Good, because not only we heard about your legal troubles, we also just found out your wife is worth quite a bit more than ten thousand. Sam Stone:
What do you mean? Ken Kessler:
We just changed our minds since you really now want your wife back, so we've upped the ransom. Sam Stone:
To what? Ken Kessler:
We're up to two million dollars. Sam Stone:
TWO MILLION DOLLARS? Are you out of your fucking mind? Where'd you get an incredible figure like that? Ken Kessler:
Oh, you'd be surprised at the quality and quantity of information a lit cigarette can provide. [Sandy presses again] Barbara:
AAAAAH! Ken Kessler:
WHAT ELSE? Sam Stone:
[into phone]
Shh! Shh! Shh! Barbara:
Gems! He's got rare gems in a safe... [choking] Barbara:
Oh Sam, forgive me! Ken Kessler:
WHAT KIND OF GEMS? HOW MANY? Barbara:
I don't know! [Sam raises a fist as the sizzling comes again] Barbara:
AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAAAAAAHHH! Barbara:
[stops Sandy]
Four flawless one-carat diamonds! Sam Stone:
[puts phone to shoulder]
The bitch blabbed!