Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-How long have you been waiting? -Doctor, dice please.
New shooter, coming out. Place your bets.
People do lose, you know.
It didn't take you long to work that out.
Lady, lady, lady. Downshift a minute.
-From Buenos Aires? -Afraid so.
No, I think I'll have champagne. Dom Pérignon '76, if you have it.
What is this I'm told about playing a card game?
Maddie.
They became things, stuff, freedom.
I can't tell you how little that means to me.
Seeing him, looking him in the eye, wasn't even fun.
Fine. Go.
-What are we gonna do, just bust in? -Sure.
Pair of tens.
-Won't you have a seat? -No, I won't have a seat...
-You sure you wanna do this? -Yes, absolutely.
Boy, does that feel good. Boy, does that feel great.
Well, it's almost lunchtime.
Just say "fold" and walk away.
This guy's watching shows that aren't listed in the TV Guide.
King, you're high. Your bet.
Then why did you come, Maddie. Wait. Don't answer.
Very well, madam.
-Buenos Aires, you're sure? -What difference does it make?
I always knew you'd track me down, always knew you'd find me.
All right, I'll give it a shot.