sawyer (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} angrybonsai) wrote,@ 2008-03-30 22:43:00 |
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sometimes you get a song stuck in your head, lately its a movie scene playing endlessly in my mind
Anton: What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss.
Proprietor: Sir?
Anton: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss.
Proprietor: I don't know. I couldn't say.
[Anton flips a quarter from the change on the counter and covers it with his hand]
Anton: Call it.
Proprietor: Call it?
Anton: Yes.
Proprietor: For what?
Anton: Just call it.
Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.
Anton: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair.
Proprietor: I didn't put nothin' up.
Anton: Yes, you did. You've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?
Proprietor: No.
Anton: 1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.
Anton: Everything.
Proprietor: How's that?
Anton: You stand to win everything. Call it.
Proprietor: Alright. Heads then.
[Anton lifts his hand, revealing George Washington's profile]
Anton: Well done.
[the gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change he's apparently won while Anton heads for the door]
Anton: Don't put it in your pocket, sir. Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.
Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Anton: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.
Anton: What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss.
Proprietor: Sir?
Anton: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss.
Proprietor: I don't know. I couldn't say.
[Anton flips a quarter from the change on the counter and covers it with his hand]
Anton: Call it.
Proprietor: Call it?
Anton: Yes.
Proprietor: For what?
Anton: Just call it.
Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.
Anton: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair.
Proprietor: I didn't put nothin' up.
Anton: Yes, you did. You've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?
Proprietor: No.
Anton: 1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.
Anton: Everything.
Proprietor: How's that?
Anton: You stand to win everything. Call it.
Proprietor: Alright. Heads then.
[Anton lifts his hand, revealing George Washington's profile]
Anton: Well done.
[the gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change he's apparently won while Anton heads for the door]
Anton: Don't put it in your pocket, sir. Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.
Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Anton: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.
