Tatiana: We've been going over this for months. How many times do we need to talk about this? Gil! Listen, if you won't do it, I will. I can get a gun that is completely untraceable.
Gil: So you're gonna do it yourself, just like that.
Tatiana: Yeah, just like that, Gil. I've killed before. I went hunting, killed a little deer, a cute, little Bambi, innocent, eating berries and minding his own business.
Gil: Bambi was a fawn. Okay, Tatiana?
Tatiana: Okay, whatever. I shot her right through the eye, and I'm willing to do the same to your bitch of a wife.
Gil: Yeah, like that's really gonna work.
Tatiana: I'm serious, Gil! Listen to me. We can take her out to the desert and do it. Put her in a hole, and that's that. You said it yourself; she's a filthy leech, and the minute you divorce her, she'll bleed you dry.
Gil: Well, that is true. And she does love the desert. She could just disappear forever.
Tatiana: Exactly. You work way too hard to give it all away to this crow's feet, saggy knees, cottage cheese thighs, ugly, old self-righteous...
Veronica: Does that sound like a divorce settlement to you?
Bendix Darby: You should go to the cops. That's incriminating evidence.
Veronica: My husband's a mobbed-up lawyer. He'll have this evidence thrown out faster than you could say, "Circumstantial".