Rounders Page #4

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and played cards with some judge?

No, I wasn't even playing.

They were playing.

I just caught his eye

by reading his hand, that's all.

I mean, as long as I don't f***

up Moot Court, I think the job's mine.

What kind of job

is that gonna be, Mike?

Writing an opinion

on high-stakes poker?

Honey, you're the one

who told me...

that I should use my poker skills

in the courtroom.

Yeah, I know

I said that, but...

You know what I meant.

I meant that you should use your head.

You know, the way you calculate odds

on the spot, the way you read people.

That's what I meant.

I didn't mean that you should try to

con your way into a summer job.

- Honey, con? I was networking.

- [Laughs] Oh, God.

Networking. Are you trying

to con me now?

No.

I just...

I don't think you get it.

You'll be just like one

of those ex-college athletes.

You know, great job at the

D.A. 's office as long as...

they never miss

a lawyer's league game.

It's true. I just think if you

get in this way,

you'll always be

a hustler to them.

Baby, I didn't even play.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

Oh.

- Hey, hon, can I take

the Jeep tomorrow?

- Yeah, where?

Uh, Worm's gettin' out.

I was gonna pick him up.

Tomorrow.

Beautiful.

I promised

I'd be there, hon.

Worm. I just can't believe you

still know someone called "Worm."

He's like my brother.

Sh*t.

I didn't even play.

[Mike Narrating] I met Worm

at Dwight Inglewood Preparatory

Academy over in Jersey.

We were the only two kids attending

who didn't have a trust fund.

My father's office was there.

It said "Custodian" on the door.

That's why

they took me.

- [Makes Buzzer Sound]

- Pow!

W-Was that, like,

your strong finish or something?

- Motherf***er!

- You leave me no choice,

the way you play.

That's the fourth time you done

played that b*tch of spades on my ass.

No, no, no, no, no.

Dowling had it three hands ago, and

two hands ago I got the black Maria,

so I don't want to

hear you bitchin', okay?

- Yeah, but he shot the moon

on that hand, didn't he?

- Yeah, I saw that.

- So it helped you.

- Now... Okay, you're right.

You ain't walking outta here

with our grits, Worm.

You know the drill, okay? I'm not

gonna smoke 'em. I'll hold on to 'em.

if you want 'em back, you can

trade me for 'em, or try to play

double or nothing tomorrow.

Murphy! What the hell you sittin'

there for? You're processed. Come on.

Processed? This motherf***er's

gettin' the jump.

Come on, man, have

some decency here, Worm.

You can buy all the smokes

you want in half an hour.

- What are you talking about?

I won these fair and square.

- You don't even smoke, Worm.

Jesus, you guys are such

f***in' babies. You know that?

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