Pops: Hey, your favorite high-roller is back with comps from the casino. And we're talking drink vouchers, free rooms, and front-row sets for a band called RATT. I understand they're terrible. Please take them.
Bill Lewis: Hot damn, Al! You never lose, do ya? Come here and rub some of that good luck off on me.
Pops: I'll do you one better. Call your bookie and put $100 on the Flyers for us.
Bill Lewis: You got it, big guy. Just hit me with that cash, and I'll give him a call.
Pops: Put 'er on my tab. I'm good for it.
Beverly: So, you don't have the money?
Pops: I'm just saving it to play the ponies. Gotta keep that hot streak going.