Fred: Oh, yeah. I feel it.
Will: I knew you would. You know, I mean, there's one hitch though. I mean, we're out in the casino, we're working our tail off for you and we lost all our money.
Fred: Oh, so you want your money back?
Will: That is why you are you. You deserve every one of them heads, Fred. Carlton, you taking notes from this man? Y'all taking notes from this man? So then it's settled. Chips are fine.
Fred: Uh... Is there anything else?
Will: Well, I don't know. I wouldn't mind catching a show.
Fred: Just name it.
Carlton: Tom Jones.
Fred: Who?
Will: You know what? Never mind. Never mind. So where do we go from here? Are you gonna give it to us or should we go out to the cashier?
Fred: Well, basically, where we go from here is that I'm gonna count to three and if you gentlemen are not out of my office, I've got space for you on my wall.
Will: Danke schoen.