Holliday: You know, I don't believe in the old-fashioned adage that a woman's place is in the home. My future wife will be surrounded by nice, clean, newly-minted money. I know what happiness really is. Would you care to be my best man?
Bart: Stand around and watch you sell yourself, uh-uh.
Holliday: Well think of it as I do - think of it as a dowry instead of an outright sale. You know, marrying into a bank is like acquiring an annuity.
Bart: Say, Doc, how do you expect to get your fingers on the money?
Holliday: Oh, well, I'll juggle the books or the young lady, whichever is easiest.