Sam: C'mon, Harry. You got anything? You got any ideas?
Harry: Well, I think you need a poker game. The Mole is not known for poker. Coach, why don't you call him and tell him you have a little game going here at closing. Now, that makes you the roper. You bring him into the game.
Sam: Ooh. How do we know that he brings enough money to cover Coach's losses?
Harry: Oh, don't worry about that. The guys always carry a big roll. They gotta be ready for action. You have to promote this as a friendly neighborhood game. You're the inside man.
Sam: I'm with you so far.
Harry: Now, I'm gonna need a bankroll.
Sam: You just lost me, Harry.
Harry: Sam, if you don't stake me, it doesn't go down. I need about five grand.
Sam: Five grand? Are you kidding me? This whole thing's getting out of hand.
Coach: Sam, please. Please, Sam.
Sam: All right. I'll be the... What d'you call the guy who brings the money?
Harry: You call him the guy who brings the money. One other thing, Sam. [shakes Sam's hand]
Sam: I appreciate this.
Harry: I appreciate getting bailed out. Besides, I don't like the idea of somebody else plucking my pigeons.