Neal: Fifteen thousand. (snickers) Ah, it's only money, Mr. Waller. That's what you always keep telling me.
Waller: Thinking with your mouth as usual, Mr. Neal. Think of your loving wife, you won't be so happy.
Neal: The bet is fifteen thousand to you. You have a straight or don't you? And no call to bring up my wife.
Waller: That's right, Miss Sarah's here, I completely forgot; you lead a complex life, Mr. Neal.
Paladin: Well, you are bitter, Mr. Waller, you are very bitter indeed. Sweeten up and play cards. Mr. Neal's soul may yet belong to him.
Neal: The bet is fifteen thousand to you.
Waller: Yes. I...raise. Is it a good bet? Or is it a bluff?
Paladin: Bluff or bet, Waller, many a man has died of rat bite. And they tell me the most serious, the most deadly kind of rat bite is that of a cornered rat.