Kevin:
This is some pitch, all this. You must need me pretty bad. What do you want?
Milton:
Well, Eddie was right, I want you to take over the firm; you and your sister.
Kevin:
Is that it?
Milton:
No. She's ovulating... right now.
Kevin:
What?
Milton:
Your vanity is justified, Kevin. Your seed is the key to a new future. Your son is gonna sit at the head of all tables, my boy. He's gonna set this whole thing free.
Kevin:
You want a child.
Milton:
I want a family.
Kevin:
The Antichrist.
Milton:
[scoffs] Whatever.
Kevin:
But I have to volunteer.
Milton:
Free will, it is a bitch. Kevin, I need a family. I need help, I'm busy. Millennium's coming soon. Title fight! Round 20. Ooh, I'm ready to work. What do you say, Kev?
Kevin:
What're you offering?
Milton:
We negotiating?
Kevin:
Always.
Milton:
Yes!
Kevin:
What're you offering?
Milton:
Everything. Anything. What do you want? How 'bout bliss for starters? Instant bliss, bliss on tap... bliss any way you want it. How about that first line of cocaine? That walk into a strange girl's bedroom? Familiar?
Kevin:
Oh, you're gonna have to do a little better than that.
Milton:
I know. I'm just getting warmed up. You want more, don'tcha? You deserve more. How about the thing you love the most? Smile from a jury? Ooh, that cold courtroom just giving itself over, bending to your strength.
Kevin:
I get that on my own.
Milton:
Not like this. I take the bricks out of the briefcase. I give you pleasure, no strings! Freedom, baby, is never having to say you're sorry. This is revolution, Kevin. Viva la causa.