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Taking bets today, Red? Smokes or coins? Better's choice. Smokes. Put me down for two. All right. Who's your horse? That little sack of shit... eighth from the front. He'll be first. - Bullshit. I'll take that action. - Me too. You're out some smokes, son. Let me tell you. Heywood, you're so smart, you call it. I'll take... t-t-the chubby fat-ass there. The fifth one from the front. Put me down for a quarter deck. Fresh fish! Fresh fish today! We're reeling them in! I must admit, I didn't think much of Andy, first time I laid eyes on him. Looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over. That was my first impression of the man. What do you say, Red? That tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass. That guy? Never happen. Ten cigarettes. That's a rich bet. All right. Who's gonna prove me wrong? Heywood? Jigger? Skeet? Floyd? Four brave souls. Return to your cell blocks for evening count. All prisoners return to your cell blocks.