Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell2013

Troy:
Of all the players here, we know you're our man. You are excellent at poker, Tucker. We know that. I mean, you're 83rd in the world, that's no slouch.

Gary Bunda:
Mnh-mnh.

Troy:
But you ain't gonna win the King of Clubs without us.

Tucker:
Now, you boys are talking about my immortal soul. That's the biggest chip I got, son. And you want me to go all-in.

Gary Bunda:
Yes.

[Tucker reads the contract]

Tucker:
I'm sorry, boys, but...I'm gonna have to Pasadena.

Gary Bunda:
We agreed to this! I bought a burger for you!

Tucker:
You know what? Maybe you're just gonna have to sweeten the deal a little bit for me.

Troy:
Alright, alright. How sweet we talking here?

Tucker:
I want my own island, Scarlett Johansson, the power of invisibility, and the poker championship, of course.

Troy:
How 'bout I throw in some of them, uh, Wolverine finger blades! [starts to throw hands at Tucker]

Gary Bunda:
[holds Troy] NO, NO, NO, NO, CALM DOWN!

Tucker:
WHOA! NO!

Gary Bunda:
I'm sorry for this man, okay. So we're gonna go calm down over there. We're gonna come back. I ordered some sweet potato fries.

Tucker:
Thank you.