Mary Slate: I'm beginning to feel like a heel.

John Hewitt: [Bitterly] Better than being a chump.

John Hewitt: [to drunk bettor] Take a tip from a guy who knows - you can't beat the ponies.

Hefty Racetrack Drunk Bettor: Hey, here, here... who are you playing in the next race?

John Hewitt: I'm not playing anything in the next race - or any other race - ever again!

Mary Slate: I'm sorry, John. I've never seen such awful luck.

John Hewitt: Well, there's one consolation, it can't get any worse!

Rick Bowers - aka Rick Slate: [to Mary] That's what I love about you, baby. You only play the sure things.