The Barracuda: [to Margot over the phone] It's been an hour, do we have an agreement?
Margot Wallace: [over phone] I... actually have a counteroffer for you.
The Barracuda: I'm listening...
Margot Wallace: How about, instead of 10 million dollars... I give you this!
[an unnaturally long and loud fart is heard over the phone. The group look at each other in confusion and disgust. The fart finally stops, punctuated with a high-pitched toot]
Owen: ...Was that a fart?
Margot Wallace: You're damn right it was a fart!
[shouting]
Margot Wallace: And that's all you're getting from me! Because I'm not paying you a goddamn DIME!
[She pauses, then grabs the phone off the table, holds it up to her behind and lets out a quick fart into the receiver]