Too Good to Be True

[first lines]

Sue Ann:
Hi Tom, Whatcha doin?

Tom:
Oh. Hi, Sue Ann. Don't you have any chores to do today?

Sue Ann:
I did 'em all, Tom.

Tom:
I haven't. So I got no time to play.

Tom:
Who are all these girls and what kind of work did my uncle do?

Felicia:
Sit down, Tom. There's a few things I'd like to explain to you. Tom, your uncle realized that gentlemen often require the company and attention of attractive and creative young ladies.

Tom:
A whorehouse? My uncle ran a whorehouse?

Joyce:
Remember me? I'm Joyce. Oh, and by the way, I didn't tell ya up front but I don't do any kinky stuff. Strictly straight.

Tom:
Kinky?

[last lines]

Tom:
Holy sh*t!

Felicia:
Well, Tom Hadley, I hope you've got room for four more fillies.

Tom:
Yeah!

Joyce:
[finding Sissy with the chauffeur in the back of the limo] Sissy, What the hell do you think you're doing?

Sissy:
I lost my ring and had to come out here to look for it.

Joyce:
I've been lookin' all over the damn house for you. You've got a call... and you've got to go to the Hotel Sutton.

Sissy:
The Sutton, that horrible place?

Joyce:
You can thank your new boss for that... and by the way, how many times do I have to tell you, "You don't give that away. You *sell* it!"

Sissy:
Well, you always told me I needed to practice.

Joyce:
[to Michael] And listen you, you *know* the rules of this house... and if you don't wanna go back to drivin' a cab, you better follow 'em. You better lay off... and I mean it!