I'm the leader of the platoon and I run gambling and lotteries, dances and I sell beer illegally. I'm a con man and I'm thoroughly lovable.

I used to be a heavy gambler. But now I just make mental bets. That's how I lost my mind.

When your opponent's sittin' there holdin' all the aces, there's only one thing to do: kick over the table.

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

Casino gambling is colorful and dramatic and theatrical.

Whenever the devil harasses you, seek the company of men or drink more, or joke and talk nonsense, or do some other merry thing. Sometimes we must drink more, sport, recreate ourselves, and even sin a little to spite the devil, so that we leave him no place for troubling our consciences with trifles. We are conquered if we try too conscientiously not to sin at all. So when the devil says to you: do not drink, answer him: I will drink, and right freely, just because you tell me not to.