Marylin, what a pl...

- Who the hell are you? - Hello, Miles.

So nice of you to see us.

May I introduce Howard D. Doyle of Doyle Oil.

I'm goddamn pleased to meet you.

Marylin here, she says you're the best. Says you're aces.

Well, thank you, Mr., uh...

Uh, any... any relation to John D. Doyle of Doyle Oil?

Oh, you must be talkin' about Grandpa John. My papa's John D. too.

The Deuce, we called him. You know, kinda the rebel of the family.

But they knocked off that whole John D. routine when they christened Yours Truly.

[Chuckling] Grandpa nearly had a stroke.

He did have a stroke, but that was later, during the labor activity in '52.

The government stepped in. Mm-hmm. Uh...

They called it mediation. Well...

He called it incipient communism.

Of course, that's when he had his stroke.

Golly, the whole left side of his body is as useless as tits on a boar hog.

He lingered in a vegetative state for years... Well, that is fascinating, Mr. Doyle.

What say we have a seat? A seat?

Marylin's had me runnin' up and down Rodeo Drive all day long.

Kinda hit-and-run shoppin', you know. Take no prisoners.

Forced march kind of thing. My God, my dogs are barkin'.

We started out at this li'I ol' place right off of Wilshire... It's been quite a day.

Had pewter things.

But anyway, Miles, I know you're busy and you charge by the hour, so I'll get straight to the point.

Howard D. and I are planning to marry.

Well...

Well, I suppose that congratulations are in order. [Doyle] Well, thank you, Miles.

You know, the urge to wedlock and form a lastin' monogamous bond sanctified by ritual, it's pert-near universal.

As a matter of fact, it might be of some interest to you, bein' in a related business...

Even your indigenous Americans... Uh, I believe it was your Cree... used to...

Howard and I are here because I've learned, through bitter experience,

that when it comes to matrimony and law, you are the very best.

And as you are well aware, my previous marriage...

ended in an unjustified stain...

upon my reputation.

My motives were impugned.

I was slandered in court.

I was painted a harlot.

Oh, honey, you ain't no harlot.

Oh, yes, honey.

So it's my desire to remove any trace of suspicion...

from the mind of my dear Howard Doyle.

Oh, honey, come on, now.

I wish to execute a prenuptial agreement.

And I'm dead-set against it. I mean, just anti the whole deal.

Howard's lawyers prefer it.

I insist upon it.

Oh, damn lawyers. Uh, no offense to the present company or anything, you know.

Now, is it my understanding that the Massey prenup has never been penetrated?

That is correct.

Not to blow my own horn, but they devote an entire semester to it at Harvard Law.

They got a hell of a school up there, ain't no doubt about it.

We donated that Doyle building up there here a while back. Mm-hmm.