I could always save myself this horrible fate by not taking your bet.
BILL:
To be replaced by a different fate.
The embarrassing truth that you run a gutless game. I won't forget it.
I'm sure these gentlemen won't forget it. I'm sure they'll tell people who won't forget it. And we won't come back. If we don't come back, you won't get our money.
Couple of weeks, you won't have a game.
L.F.
You got a big mouth, lucky boy. And the idea of taking everything you've won away, and sending you out the door with nothing but a red face, is so appealing to me, that I will take your bet. But.....not with those dice.
BILL:
Oooohhh, that's.... L.F.
The house's perogative and you know it.
She holds out her palm and two new pair of dice(black) are placed in her hand by one of her bodyguards. She sets the dice on the table, and moves them in front of Bill with her stick.
Bill looks down at them.
L.F.
Maybe you would like to change your bet?
BILL:
Yes I would.....Shoot it all.....Against myself.
His hand scoops the dice off the table.
He catches the young lady by surprise.
L.F.
What?
BILL:
Did I stutter, I'm changing my bet.
I'm betting I don't make it.
From the door Alburt says;
ALBURT:
You can't do that.
BILL:
Oh yes I can. It's the shooter's perogative, and she knows it.