Smith: That's strange.
Bret: What's strange?
Smith: My wallet. I'm sure I had it when I left the hotel.
Bret: I'm sure you did. Try your back pocket.
Smith: It's not there, somebody must've clipped it. I'm sorry, but if you'll give me your address, I …
Bret: Oh, I keep moving around, my address keeps changing.
Smith: Look, friend, this is no con. When I lose, I pay off. $2,000 doesn't mean that much to me. I'll see that you get your money.
Bret: Well, that diamond stick pin you're wearing must be worth something. I'll just hold that for collateral.
Smith: Sorry, no deal. It's my trademark, kind of a lucky piece.
Bret: I'm sure it'll be lucky for me too.