Liz Merrill: I'll stay here while you find some food.
Melvyn Mews: Wrong. We both scrounge for some food.
Liz Merrill: Well your the hired help, it's your job to look after Mr. Roarke's guests.
Melvyn Mews: I am not the hired help. I'm a paying guest here entitled to all the rights and all the privileges. Just between the two of us I think I am being royally gypped. If Mr. Roarke were here right now I'd insist on a refund for my fantasy.
Liz Merrill: You had a fantasy.
Melvyn Mews: A real stupid one. I wanted to spend the weekend with the woman that I loved. The most beautiful, sexiest movie star that ever lived. Frankly lady, I was a jerk, I was in love with an illusion, your nothing more than a rotten spoiled female that outta be spanked. Alright are you gonna help me scrounge up some food or not.