Lucky Girl

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Whaddaya got, Rounder?

Umm...

Nothing but garbage!

What a liar.

Its called bluffing.

Bitch!

So, its your turn to deal, Maureen.

Id rather stick pins in my eyes,

but thank you.

You really get a rush out of this,

dont you?

So, what are you gonna do

with the money?

Shes gonna buy a baguette.

In Paris.

My business manager.

Apparently.

One night of cards.

Eighty five bucks closer to Amsterdam.

Beats McJobbing, huh?

But I dont know, I mean... dont ya feel

kinda weird about taking their money?

We won it, we didnt take it.

Look! Look, look...

Wha s up with them?

Matt Birman just shot you

with his finger.

Hey, but...

Shhh... shut up, shut up...

So, brains. Heard you fleeced Maureen

at poker last night.

"Fleeced" actually means "cheated".

I just kicked her ass.

Maybe you want in on the football

pool then.

See, the tiny little boxes are the games,

and the itty bitty numbers...

Tim? If you figured it out,

Ill be fine.

Are these your odds or

the straight Vegas line?

A mix.

Is that okay with you?

Just fine. Give me Steelers

over Washington at six... what else?

And Denver over Cincinatti four and

a half. Ill take the dog.

Put me down for sixty.

Any more?

Got lots of action open.

Not today.

Thanks, Katlin.

Bye, Cheryl.

Ohmigod, that was a wesome.

Katlin, since when do you

know anything about football?

Are you kidding?

Osmosis. Between my Dad and

Terry, I could referee a Rose Bowl.

You are a total maniac.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Run, you big doofus!

Run...

Ya! I told you the Steelers

were on fire!

Im going for a run.

- Hi, Mom.

- Football?

Over Fashion File?

Cheryl thinks the quarterback has

a nice ass.

I do not!

I dont.

Well, its hard not to notice

when theyre bending over

patting each other all the time.

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