Jaime: (hands an envelope to Chris) Voila!
Chris: How much is in here?
Jaime: Oh, round figures, about, uh, two thousand, six hundred and twenty four dollars and fifteen cents. Now the next bank is just down the street—
Chris: No, no, no, this'll be enough.
Jaime: I don't think so, Mom, 'cause once you get there, you're gonna hafta live, y'know.
Chris: (firmly) No. Jaime, I didn't come here to take all your money.
Jaime: Well, it's our money. You paid for the tennis lessons.