David Thorpe: Hey, turn it off. Do you want my wife to find out about this?
Rosalynn Jeffries: Aw c'mon! I wanna make a recording of us! You said you were gonna ditch that old hag when we got back, anyway.
David Thorpe: Hmph. Fine. But it goes with you when we leave, and you need to promise to destroy it if word ever gets out about us. I have too much to lose in a divorce and leaving evidence like that laying around will only make it worse.
Rosalynn Jeffries: Oh don't be an ol' stick in the mud. No one's gonna find out. Pinky swear! Hey, you got any more of those chems with you?
David Thorpe: Yeah, what do you want, Daytripper? Help yourself, just don't take too much. Don't, uh... get addicted.
Rosalynn Jeffries: Yes sir. Input received, sir. Awaiting orders. <Rosalynn popping pills>
David Thorpe: Okay, I get it, you're not a robot. I know you don't like it when I order you around like that. You're my darling Rose. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you.
Rosalynn Jeffries: Aww, baby! You goin' all soft on me now? Haha! You know I love ya! <kiss> Hey, you wanna hit the slopes, or do you maybe have something else in mind?
David Thorpe: All right, you little minx, now you really have to turn off the recorder.