Reese: Hey, Dad, how did you do?
Hal: Well, you know Black Jack is a complicated game. You have your ups and your downs. So, who wants to buy me a Coke?
Malcolm: It's too bad you had to quit, Dad. That shoe is full of tens.
Hal: Huh?
Malcolm: Tens, face cards. Okay, there are six decks. They already played out eighteen 9s, 14 8s, 12 7s, but only 2 10s. A king of spades and a queen of diamonds which leaves... Well, you can do the maths.
Hal: No, but you can. And that's all that matters, my little genius.