Cloud 9

"Billy Cole: [at the door of the strippers' dressing room] Opportunity knocking! [when he has their attention:] Billy Cole: Hi, it's Billy Cole! Olga: [broken English] Me thought it was Tom Hunks. Billy Cole: No, it's not Tom Hunks. It's me. Oh, got you a little something. Ta-dah! [offers a potted bonsai tree] Crystal: [cocking her blond head] Oh, it's so small. Billy Cole: That's what they all say. Crystal: [giggles] What is it? Billy Cole: It's a bonsai tree. They're very rare. And very expensive. Olga: So are we."

"Julie: Look, Billy, we work hard here. We don't have time for your schemes. Billy Cole: This ain't no schemes. It's... volleyball! Olga: [she's Russian, she mispronounces] Wally ball? Crystal: So we're gonna get... rich, playing around in the sand? Champagne: And trust me, the sand, it gets in everything! [dismissive gesture, grunts] Billy Cole: No, no, you don't understand. Beach volleyball is an Olympic sport, and we can make it sexy! Crystal: Well then, how come no-one's thought about your great idea until now? Billy Cole: Lots of guys have ideas, but they don't know how to sell 'em. I know how to sell 'em. Julie: I'm out of here. Ladies, Billy... [leaves] Billy Cole: So what do you say, girls? I meet you tomorrow morning at Zuma Beach? Olga: [heavy accent] Okay, I do. [waving a finger:] Olga: If we make extra money. Champagne: Me too, cos I don't wanna be shaking my booty forever. Billy Cole: Okay, I see you tomorrow. Crystal: Hey, Billy! What do we wear? Billy Cole: [smiles] Dress for sport."