Nick: But what is money anyway? You know, it's just paper that some king on the mountains said was worth something. You know? Gold, I understand. It's shiny and you can make jewelry out of it. Silver? Put a werewolf in front of me, he's dead. Brass creates the bells that make sound throughout the land. But we kill each other for paper. I gotta tell you, man, that's sad.
Drunk Man: You give me $50, I'll show you my private parts.