Bart: Now there's another reason that working for your father just doesn't appeal to me.
Adele: Could it be that you just don't like the idea of working?
Bart: Touché. Now I've known many clock-watchers in my time, including your friend, Mercer. I wouldn't trade places with any one of them. Did you ever notice their faces, drawn and dried-up like an old prune?
Adele: You should see your face when you're betting into a pat hand.
Bart: Well, that's different.
Adele: Of course it is, poker's a game. Games are for children.