(King reaches for the envelope but Bret stops him)
Bret: You call the bet, Mr. King?
King: (chuckling) Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to see the money.
Bret: You call the bet and I'll open the envelope.
(King puffs furiously on his cigar and then forces a laugh)
King: By Jonathan, Mr. Maverick, I gotta hand it to you. You're a very smart poker player. Looking right down my throat, weren't you?
Bret: I could almost see what you had for lunch, Mr. King.