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.
Lancey Howard: Gets down to what it's all about, doesn't it? Making the wrong move at the right time.
Cincinnati Kid: Is that what it's all about?
Lancey Howard: Like life, I guess. You're good, kid, but as long as I'm around you're second best. You might as well learn to live with it.
Cincinnati Kid: Listen, Christian, after the game, I'll be The Man. I'll be the best there is. People will come and sit down at the table with you, just so they can say they played with The Man. That's what I'm gonna be, Christian.
Christian: I know.
Cincinnati Kid: You call that an argument?
Slade: No, that's a fact. The argument's leaning over there against the door jamb.
Referring to his muscleman