Jazz: How did you get away?
Will: Ante up and I'll tell you.
Jazz: I'm out of money.
Will: Then I'm out of story.
Jazz: Wait a second. That part about the bear wasn't true, was it?
Carlton: None of it was true. Mister, consider yourself hustled. [Will & Carlton laugh]
Will: Listen, why don't you come over for some poker tomorrow we'll tell you about Carlton and the alien.
Jazz: You know, you guys are nothing but a bunch of stinking, thieving liars. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go sit on a vase and get home to my wife.