Hal: Of course we're terribly sorry about this. But you have to believe that this was a momentary lack of judgment on my part. I realize now that using my son...
Man: Your underage son.
Hal: Yeah, my underage son, to count cards was wrong. I guess I was just trying to look for an activity that the two of us can do together. You know, it's a tough age.
Malcolm: Yeah, and this is really helping my self-esteem. You see, I'm not really good at sports and this made me feel... special.
Man: My son and I cook.
Hal: Uh, it's a good thought. We'll have to try that. In the meantime, you're banned from the casino.
Hal: Banned? Oh, no, no... you don't wanna do that. It just wouldn't go over so well with my wife.
Malcolm: Believe me, you don't wanna see her angry.
Man: I'm not banning her. Just you.
Hal: Okay, look. Let's just forget about the three grand I won, and just pretend it never happened? Capiche?
Man: It's very generous of you... [pockets money] You're still banned.
Hal: What? Oh, alright, then give me my money back.
Man: I'm sorry? What money?
Hal: Hey, look pal. [two security guards place their hands on Hal's shoulders] Who said anything about money?