Setting: Tom's living room. South Philadelphia. April.
Jimmy: That's the third hand. What the fuck?
Ron: [smiling] Lucky threes.
Tom: What you got, Andrew?
Andrew: [goofy smile] Lucky twos.
Jimmy: You're an idiot.
Brian: Um, threes are higher...than twos.
Jimmy: Ron, what do you call this game again?
Ron: Your mom.
Jimmy: Seriously, man, you're still...?
Ron: I call it, "Dropping deuces."
Ron: "...on your mom."
Sally: [entering] Oh! Gross!
Tom: Hon, get us a beer?
Andrew: [puzzled look] Wait, I thought deuces swept?
Ron: Deuces sweep on even rounds, champ.
Tom: Well, it's a rubbish game in any case. Completely nonsensical.
Ron: Hey, remember "Apples to Apples?" You want to talk about nonsense...
Brian: I loved that game.
Jimmy: Yeah, that's where Andrew made a name for himself.
Ron: Go figure. The most retarded, bass-ackwards game I've ever played and Andrew is the undefeated champ. It's like a Bizarro world.
[Sally brings Tom a beer]
Brian: How was Africa, Queenie?
Andrew: That country scares the shit out of me. Have you ever seen 'Blood Diamond?'
Jimmy: Africa isn't a country, champ.
Andrew: Wha? No!
Tom [rolling eyes]: 'Fraid so buddy.
Jimmy: Andrew, your deal.
Ron: Fuck this. Let's go to Mom's.
Tom: Now you're talking some sense...
[end, scene 1]