Randy: All right, the fourth card from the top is your card.
Tim: Deal it, buddy.
Randy: One, two, three...
Tim: Ha! Ace of spadoes. Read it and weep. [Randy shakes his head] What?
Randy: That's the death card, Dad.
Tim: Yeah, right. Let me deal those. Cut 'em like a man. [grunts]
Randy: OK.
Tim: I can see it now: cars, cash, big homes, boats...
Randy: Death.
Brad: Double death.