(Al sits down. Olga closes her eyes and concentrates)
Al: Is that in the cards?
Olga: No. I smell your feet.
Al: Well, I can smell cheap scotch on your breath. Read me my fortune, what else do you sense?
Olga: Unfortunately I see good fortune for you. Something linked to the color green.
Al: What do I have that's green?
Peggy: Your teeth.
Al: (to Olga) Can't I have a death, like Steve?