Richie Rich

[Richie wants to play baseball with Gloria's sandlot-team]

Richie Rich:
Come on. Let me hit.

Gloria:
Forget it; you probably couldn't even hit a BEACH BALL!

Richie Rich:
I could hit it off of YOU.

Gloria:
[insulted] All right - You think you're so hot? Put your money where your mouth is!

Richie Rich:
You mean bet?

Tony:
Yeah. $5 says she could put you away for keeps.

Gloria:
$5? How about $10?

Richie Rich:
Okay - Seems a little steep, but $10 thousand it is.

[Richie takes a wad of bills out of his pocket; the other kids are shocked]

Gloria:
No, not $10 thousand. $10 dollars.

Richie Rich:
Oh, $10 dollars. Okay.

Herbert Cadbury:
Master Richie, I do think it unseemly in the extreme for you to take these - children's money.

Gloria:
What are you doing, Mr. Fancy Pants? Asking the old guy for batting tips?

Herbert Cadbury:
[insulted] Take their backsides to the cleaners, Master Richie.