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.
Peter La Fleur: You need some help leaving White? White Goodman: This doesn't concern you, Lafleur. Peter La Fleur: Not nearly as much as your hair does, that's for sure, but uh, I believe she asked you to leave. White Goodman: I get it, you caught the scent of a lesser stag in your nostrils. Pity. I'll let you have your little moment, LaFleur, 'cause after this tournament, your gym, your life - and your gal - are gonna be mine. To be continued.
