You want to extend our little arrangement, you call it a relationship, I call it an arrangement. And so you proposed. I don't blame you, I mean, I'm perfect. I'm hot, I'm skinny, I'm busty, I'm bratty - I mark off everything in the checklist for the girl of your dreams. Well, I know I have you by the balls. You want to marry Me? It's going to come with some ground rules... I'm not signing a prenup. Marriage can be financial slavery... and that's the way I like it.