Beverly: You used to be my sweet baby boy, afraid of the world, and now you'll be a hardened card fiend, willing to bet it all.
Adam: Card fiend? It's a friendly game.
Beverly: Please, my manicurist's son put a single nickel into a slot machine. Next thing you know, he's playing Russian Roulette to settle his cockfighting debts. He shot himself in the cheek, dimple to dimple. Now when he swigs water, he sprays like an Italian fountain.
Adam: None of that ever happened.
Beverly: Well, it's not happening to you, so go to class thankful you don't have any extra holes in your tiny perfect body, and we'll figure out your punishment later.
Adam: I think you discussing my holes at school is punishment enough, but okay.