Himself - Host:
What's the point of having warm testicles if your nipples are cold?
Phil Gordon:
Even Jesus wouldn't bet all of his chips on a Jack-three!
Himself - Host:
Or, well, if he did, by the time the cards hit the table they'd be different.
Phil Gordon:
[stands up] I'll read the chip count if you can put your hand on the top of my head.
Himself - Host:
[looks at Phil's crotch, which is eye level with him] Which one?
Tournament Director:
[catch phrase] Shuffle up and deal!
Kevin Nealon:
You do any voice-over work, Robert?
Robert Thompson:
No, but can you give me some?
Kevin Nealon:
Nope.
Robert Thompson:
Okay.
Dave Foley:
Okay, why don't we see how the chips are stacking.
Phil Gordon:
Ask nicely.
Dave Foley:
Would you please do a chip count?
Phil Gordon:
Okay.
Travis Tritt:
Just remember, nobody has ever died from secondhand spit.
Wanda Sykes:
They will if they spit on the wrong motherfucker.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
