yes sir, how can i help?
does sir know who this bookies belongs to?
i don't care, you can do what you like he's not related to me.
 do it. . . . i said do it. the screen comes down with a thud. this means that vince comes down with just as serious a thud. he lets out another groan.
all bets are off.
all bets are off.
if all bets are off then there can't be any money, can there? there is a pause. sol knows he's fucked. she points to a black board that clearly states "all bets are off"
i ain't fuckin selling it, it's a fact! . ''. pause
nothing, i mean we got a few coins but no notes.