Gwen: [laughs] Suddenly, I am tired.
Tim: It's funny how fatigue sets in after winning all my money.
Jeff: [enters] Hey, Tim, ladies.
Gwen: Lucille, walk me home, will you? All this money that I won from Tim is putting a lot of weight on my bad hip.
Tim: Double or nothing? Let's get oiled up and I'll wrestle you for it.
Gwen: I'd crush you like a grape.