The Cincinnati Kid (1965)
Karl Malden: Shooter
[Shooter's wife Melba is altering a jigsaw puzzle piece with a nail file]
Shooter : Melba, why do you do that?
Melba : So it'll fit, stupid.
Shooter : No, I'm not talking about that. What I'm asking is... do you, uh, have to cheat at everything?
Melba : At everything?
Shooter : Yes. At... solitaire. I've yet to see you play one game of solitaire without cheating.
Melba : So what?
Shooter : Look, you're just cheating yourself, don't you understand? You'll be the loser, no one else but yourself!... You've ruined the puzzle, now, that doesn't go in there.
[She forces the altered piece into place]
Melba : Does now.
Slade : Six stacks, is that right, Shooter?
Shooter : Six.
Slade : Well, we've been playing 30 hours... uh, that rate, six thousand, that makes roughly, uh, $200 an hour. Thank you for the entertainment, gentlemen. I am particularly grateful to Lancey, here; it's been a rewarding experience to watch a great artist at work. Thank you for the privilege, sir.
Lancey Howard : Well now, you're quite welcome, son. It's a pleasure to meet someone who understands that to the true gambler, money is never an end in itself, it's simply a tool, as a language is to thought. Good evening, uh... Mr. Slade.
Slade : Good evening, Mr. Howard.
[Slade blackmails Shooter into cheating on his dealing so the Kid will beat Howard]
Shooter : Hey, why are you doing this? It can't be for money.
Slade : Yes, for my kind of money, gut money. I wanta to see that smug old bastard gutted. Gutted!
Shooter : Like he gutted you.
Slade : Yes, that's right, that's right!