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Mr. Hadley... do you trust your wife? Oh, that's funny. You're gonna look funnier sucking my dick with no teeth. I mean, do you think she'd go behind your back, try to hamstring you? That's it. Step aside, Mert. This fucker's having an accident. He's gonna push him off. Cos if you do trust her, there's no reason you can't keep that 35,000. - What did you say? - 35,000. - 35,000? - All of it. - All of it? - Every penny. You'd better start making sense. If you want to keep the money, give it to your wife. The IRS allows a one-time-only gift to your spouse for up to $60,000. Bullshit! Tax-free? Tax-free. The IRS can't touch one cent. You're the smart banker what killed his wife. Why should I believe a smart banker like you? So I can end up in here with you? It's legal. Ask the IRS. They'll say the same thing. But I feel stupid telling you this. I'm sure you would have investigated the matter. Yeah, I don't need no banker to tell me where the bears shit in the buckwheat. Of course not, but you do need someone to set up the tax-free gift. It'll cost you. A lawyer. A bunch of ball-washing bastards. I suppose I could set it up for you. That would save you some money. If you get the forms, I'll prepare them for you. Nearly free of charge. I'd only ask three beers apiece for each of my co-workers. Co-workers! Get him! That's rich, ain't it? I think a man working outdoors feels more like a man if he can have a bottle of suds. That's only my opinion... sir. What are you jimmies staring at? Back to work! Let's go. Work.