J.R. Ewing: [re peeled figs] Want some more?
Serena Wald: No, I'm too tired.
J.R. Ewing: Oh, that's not surprising.
Serena Wald: Hmm, you're the best there is.
J.R. Ewing: Well, I wasn't for a while there, that's for sure. But I feel like I'm in charge again.
Serena Wald: I knew you would be.
[chuckles]
Serena Wald: I could tell from the moment you walked in the door.
J.R. Ewing: [chuckles] Yeah. Everything seems to be going my way... Except for one annoying little gnat that I'm gonna squash.
Serena Wald: Cliff Barnes?
J.R. Ewing: No, I've got him just exactly where I want him. Chest-deep in quicksand and sinking fast. No, this is a juvenile gnat. He's fooling around in my territory.
Serena Wald: A boy? Really?
J.R. Ewing: Yeah.
Serena Wald: This isn't a business problem, then?
J.R. Ewing: [grunts] No, hardly.
[sighs]
J.R. Ewing: No, he's involved with my wife.
Serena Wald: [chuckles] Sue Ellen and a young lover. That just doesn't sound like a difficult problem for you to solve.
J.R. Ewing: No, I could destroy him just by picking up the telephone. What I really wanna do is teach her a lesson. I tell you, she is like a runaway mare with a bit between her teeth.
[sighs]
J.R. Ewing: I've tried everything. Affection, patience, understanding.
[sighs]
J.R. Ewing: She won't pay attention to anything.
Serena Wald: I'm sure you've been very tolerant, J.R.
J.R. Ewing: Yes, I have. But that's gonna come to a screeching halt, honey. I'm gonna use that boy to help me put her in her proper place. And then I'll destroy him.
[they both laugh, and he offers her another fig]
J.R. Ewing: Come on, have a little bite.