One Last Ride2004

Carmine:
...I feel like I'm pushing Michael off a cliff here, placing *these* bets.

Charlie Figs:
He'd better take an enema, because his brain is getting clogged. Who's to pay is coming in. I got it from the inside; it's a mortal lock, you can bet your life on it. Now I gotta call my wife; she's going to the gynecologist.

Carmine:
Is she okay?

Charlie Figs:
I think she's having an affair with the doctor, because she's getting checkups *twice a month*. Yeast infection, she says. Yeah, right.