Pops: Bill, call your bookie. Tell him I want my cash in small bills, easier to fill the bathtub!
Beverly: Mmmm, you can't do that because money's filthy. And secondly, you'd need at least $1,000 to fill the tub.
Pops: Good, 'cause I won $30,000.
Beverly: Dollars? How is that even possible?
Bill Lewis: That's what happens when a dehydrated horse that just had a C-section wins. Somebody gets paid.
Pops: And I'm somebody! Ah-ha!