(to Molly) (o.s.) Molly, (on) get me a beer. (to Danny) Okay. Okay. You ready to lose all that legitimate paycheck money?
(DANNY SINKS ANOTHER SHOT)
DANNY
(laughs) I was you, Liam, I’d save the smack ‘til I was behind the eight ball.
(DANNY SINKS THE EIGHT BALL AND WINS THE BET)
DANNY (CONT’D) (mock hysterics) Oh, damn, that’s gonna hurt!
(PISSED THAT HE’S LOSING, LIAM SNAPS MOLLY