Lucky Number Slevin | 2006

It's what they called back then a drugstore handicap.

A guy wants what the fella calls a sure thing. So he schemes to make it so.

He calls in the doc, a nobler from Antwerp known for his savvy but not for his discretion.

Oh. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, baby.

The same could be said for Doc's jelly on the side

Gloria.

Almost there, almost there.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Hey, which horse did you say it was again, baby?

Which brings us to Abe. Because Gloria was too much jelly for one outfit.

Hey, baby, is your wife around?

What do you want? Who is it, Abe?

Ah... it's Seymour.

Sure. Tell that bitch to open her eyes. Maybe then she'd see more.

Seymour says hello.

What are you doing calling me here?

Christmas came early this year, baby. I got a present for you.

Remember my friend Doc?

Now Abe wasn't a nosy fella, but he had a nose.

And right below his nose was his mouth.

Do you remember Gloria the hooker?

Well, Gloria's got this friend Doc who's got a line on a doped-up racehorse.

The fix is in at Aqueduct.

Seventh horse. Tenth race.

Doped up?

And then there was this joker who had ears...

Let's get back.

...who looked like somebody's uncle.

Max, who's your favorite uncle?

OK, who's your second favorite uncle?

Just pay attention.

I got something here.

And before you know it, folks are getting a big dose of the gimmies.

And men start talking their hats off.

And that Manischewitz Grapevine Wine spills in your ear and tells you you got a sure thing.

And what's worse is, you start to believe it.

At least that's how it went with old Max.