CHARLES: Maxie, have I not always made you money? I think that's the only real question here.
MAXIE: Well, Charles, nobody made me money like you. I mean before your nerves went, you were a demon. It's just that Winter River, Connecticut is, if you'll forgive me, nowhere. I mean, why would I wanna invest that kind of money in an old building way the hell up there?
CHARLES: It's not a building. That's the beauty of it. These people don't know the value of their property. I can buy the whole town.
MAXIE: Oh, then we own a whole town in the middle of nowhere.
CHARLES: Max, you've got to come up here and see. And bring Sarah.
MAXIE: Yeah, all right, Charles. It's just that I am kind of busy here.
CHARLES: Uh, just a minute, Max.
MAXIE: Now, listen. Enough of this talk about visiting, okay? I gotta go. You take it easy up there, big fellow. Good-bye.
CHARLES: Max, wait, wait, wait—
Charles is a real estate salesman, so he's trying some classic sales maneuvers. Maxie isn't falling for it. After all, he's a pretty accomplished manipulator himself (and a much bigger jerk). The real targets of the scam are the townspeople, who don't know the potential value of their property.