Rounders

Worm: I guess the saying's true. In the poker game of life, women are the rake. They are the fucking rake. Mike: What the fuck are you talking about? What saying? Worm: I don't know. There oughta be one.

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Mike: You comin' up? Worm: No, I've been standin' out here all this time just to say hi. Mike: All right, listen. Things haven't been so smooth on the home front, so tone it down a little, all right? Worm: Tone down what, motherfucker? Mike: Great. Never mind.

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Worm: Can you believe that? She's really got him by the balls. Petra: Is that so bad? Worm: Depends on the grip.

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Mike: So, uh, Nick the Greek, what's with kiting my checks? Worm: I'm on empty. Mike: How much was the hooker? Worm: Mike, please! "Relaxation therapist!"

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Worm: Hey, you know what cheers me up when I'm feeling shitty? Mike: What? Worm: Rolled-up aces over kings. Mike: Is that right? Worm: Check-raising stupid tourists and taking huge pots off of them. Mike: Yeah? Worm: Stacks and towers of checks I can't even see over. Playing all-night, high-limit hold'em at the Taj, "where the sand turns to gold." Mike: Fuck it, let's go. Worm: Don't tease me. Mike: Let's play some fucking cards! Worm: Yes!

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Mike: Fifteen grand in five days, I can do that. I've gone on rushes like that before. Worm: Uh, under optimum conditions with a bank roll. Maybe, maybe. But... what do you got on you? Mike: I got, like, 350. Worm: Nah, that's only 1200 between us. We might as well play the fucking lotto.

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