Regan: I'm not a suspicious man, but there have been times when, uh, you played like you knew just what cards were out against you. Sorta sets a man thinking.
Bret: About what, Mr. Regan?
Regan: Tin horn who came here a year or so ago. He was a mighty hard man to bluff, too. You remember, Carl? Dressed about like you … same kinda coat as I remember it. Only, uh, he had a cute little spring clip arrangement fastened on his forearm. You wouldn't have one of those, would you?
Bret: Well, to be honest with you, Mr. Regan, playin' with you, I wouldn't need a hold out clip.