i beg your pardon, sir. you must have me confused with someone else. my name is ramon. see?
you might try the lounge at the grand, sir. it gets busy around one.
catching up on current events?
glad to meet you. frank catton wouldn't get by the gaming board. you just out?
and already turning over a new leaf.
last i heard he was in l.a. teaching movie stars how to play cards. why? you don't have something planned already?
jesus.
it's tough now, our line of work. everybody so serious. too many guns, too many computers. whadda you gonna do? steal from ordinary people?
so what's left? banks? hah. banks got no money. it's all electronic. only place that still takes cash is.
oh, no.
when?
oh, i understand perfectly. they are beautiful vans. well, i thank you for your time, mister?
yes, denham, like a jean. you know: you have lovely hands -- do you moisturize?
i swear by it. i try all sorts of lotions. i went through a fragrance-free period last year, but now i'm liking this new brand fortified with rose hip. my sister, you know, she uses the aloe vera with the sun screen built in.
i did. you know: they say cinnamon is wonderful for your pores. read that on the internet. and that ideally you should be wearing gloves to bed, but i find that would interfere with my social agenda. problem is: i get a reaction to camphor so i can't use traditional remedies.
that would be lovely.
bank wins -- natural nine.
fin says he shorts it.
lookin' like a bad night for the house.
what's this about?
goddamn cracker.
you heard me. just 'cause a black man tries to earn a decent wage in this state.
 some cracker cowboy like you's gotta kick him out on the street. want me to jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton, won't let me deal cards, might as well call it whitejack.
okay, okay, i'm cool.
cracker.
thanks, fellas.
are they in?
fin says he shorts it.
that's it?
no, i guess not. not really.