White Goodman: Go ahead, make your jokes, Mr. Jokey... Joke-maker. But let me hit you with some knowledge. Quit now. Save yourself the embarrassment of losing with these losers in Las Vegas, La Fleur. Peter La Fleur: Alliteration aside, I'll take my chances in the tournament. White Goodman: Yeah, you will take your chances. Peter La Fleur: I know. I just said that. White Goodman: I know you just said that. Peter La Fleur: Okay, I'm not sure where you're going with this. White Goodman: Well, I'm not sure where *you're* going with this. Peter La Fleur: That's what I said. White Goodman: That's what I'm saying to *you*. Peter La Fleur: All right. White Goodman: ...TouchÈ.
White Goodman: We should mate. Kate Veatch: What? White Goodman: Date! We should date some time. Socially. Go out and kick it. [Kate retches, then forces it down] White Goodman: Are you okay? Kate Veatch: I'm fine. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. White Goodman: In some cultures, they only eat vomit. I never been there, but I read about it... *in a book*.
