The U.S. Lawn Tennis Association wasn't really giving us women our fair share, so we thought..."Hey, we'll do it on our own." Taking the bull by the horns.
I'm just her husband, and you're...you're just a phase. We're both just sideshows. Tennis is her true love. And if you get between her and the game, you'll be gone.
Committing cold-blooded murder, so...clarify...It says here that you're offering the men's winner $12,000...and $1,500 to the women's. People pay to see the men play. They're the draw. They're eight times more of a draw? You're offering the men's winner eight times that of the women. Do we bring in an eighth of the crowd?
I don't think I'd even miss it. My ex went about it like he was fixing the carburetor on the Oldsmobile. And he could never get that damn car to start.
What we're doing here is trying to prove that women should be paid and respected equally. We're just as entertaining as the men. You're definitely cuter than the men.
My point is this: Life's a gamble, right? That's the thrill of it! You know, you folks aren't here because you're gamblers. You are here because you are terrible gamblers.
Well, if there's one thing I know, it's...never get between a woman and her hairdresser.
- Well, Daddy told me that he thinks you're an integral part of the company.
- Huh. Integral. Like the stapler on my desk. Well, it's steady, and it's what you need right now.