- J.R. Ewing: [as Afton squawks through song she's practicing] Afton!
- Afton Cooper: Hi. Just a minute.
- J.R. Ewing: Now.
- Afton Cooper: [obeys reluctantly] What's the matter?
- J.R. Ewing: You know damn well what's the matter. Vaughn Leland... You're turning him off.
- Afton Cooper: J.R., you have the loan. I don't have to spend any time with him now.
- J.R. Ewing: Since when did you start making decisions like that?
- Afton Cooper: Well, I thought...
- J.R. Ewing: Don't. Vaughn is very nervous right now. I want you to calm him down. And I don't wanna hear any more complaints from him... about you being cold.
- Afton Cooper: J.R., you know that I would do almost anything for you. I mean, look how far I went with Cliff Barnes. I slept with him. I drugged him. But... Vaughn Leland is a pig. He touches me and my skin crawls.
- J.R. Ewing: This is important to me.
- Afton Cooper: [sighs] Please, J.R., I don't want him within ten feet of me. Can't you find another girl?
- J.R. Ewing: Are you gonna give up your career here in Dallas?
- Afton Cooper: J.R., don't...
- J.R. Ewing: And a lucrative recording contract? And maybe a nice singing job in one of the better hotels downtown? You really gonna do that?
- Afton Cooper: [sighs, then after a long pause:] All right.
- J.R. Ewing: [chuckles, pats her cheek] I knew you would.
- Ray Krebbs: I don't believe it, J.R. After everything that's happened to you, you're laughing about the price of oil.
- J.R. Ewing: Well, if you were a genuine Ewing with oil in your veins instead of fertilizer, you'd know what I'm talking about.
- Ray Krebbs: [rising] J.R...!
- Donna Culver Krebbs: Oh, Ray, it isn't worth it.
- J.R. Ewing: I don't know how you're gonna do that. Old Punk's down in South America.
- Sue Ellen Ewing: I'm going in on this one alone, J.R.
- J.R. Ewing: [little sigh] Ray, you don't have enough money to go in on something like that on your own.
- Bobby Ewing: Uh, look,
- [checks watch]
- Bobby Ewing: I think it's time we left. We're gonna miss that plane. I'll talk to you later, Miss Ellie.
- Sue Ellen Ewing: [as he leaves with Donna] Miss Ellie.
- J.R. Ewing: Hey, Donna.
- [chuckles]
- J.R. Ewing: You know, Sam Culver will be spinning in his grave if he ever knew some cowboy sweet-talked you out of his hard-earned graft.
- [laughs merrily, then, pushed, topples backwards into the swimming pool]
- J.R. Ewing: Oh, God!