Garrison: Double or nothing. I bet you 15,000 that I can get Ebner's wife to talk to me... tonight.
Des: Do it, Jake.
Jake: All right, but not for money. If I win, you leave town tonight. No more of this armchair psychoanalysis, no more crap coming out of your mouth; you're gone.
Garrison: Deal. But if I win, no more complaining about me shadowing you.
Jake: Fine. (the door bell rings) That's Ebner's wife, isn't it?