Coach: Look, George, you made a fool out of me and you can keep my money. It's okay. I just want my all friends here to get their money back. You understand, George? Every penny.
George: I'm not giving you any of my money back, Coach.
Coach: Well, what if we cut up Harry's share?
Sam: That's not such a bad idea. You could play him again, beat him, and give us our money back.
George: Well, I never did like the guy. I'll challenge him to another game.
Coach: You think you can beat him?
George: Of course I can. I can have three queens in my hand at any time. All I need to know is when he can't beat that.
Carla: You mean like a sign?
Coach: Sam, please let me give the sign. All this trouble's on account of me, Sam. Please let me give the sign. Please.
Sam: I don't know, Coach. I mean, that's kind of tricky, isn't it?
George: He is the last person Harry would figure being in on anything clever. Just don't screw it up. Come here, Coach. Now, give me your sign the first time Harry can't beat three queens. What's the sign?
Coach: Uh, let me see. I'll rub my nose like this. It's the old bunt sign.
George: Got it.