Vegas Baby! VEGAS!!!

BM: Lord, give us a clear path….and safety.
BH: (waving his hand in front of his nose as if someone just farted) Oh! Whew!

BM accidentally spits on the dashboard & starts wiping it off with a napkin. BH opens the window letting 117 degree heat come into the nicely AC cooled car…
Everyone in the car: What are you doing?
BH: Dust. Didn’t you see the dust? I’m letting it out.

Throwing the banana bread at each other’s crotches.
(this is definitely a man’s game… us girls don’t find this funny to do, but maybe to watch)

We’re all eating at the buffet, and BH starts laughing at a comment someone makes. People ask him what’s going on. He tells the story, but it flops.
BH: It’s all Benny’s fault! He forced me to say a bad dud! You had to be there!

Dealer: So where are you from?
BH: Chinese… from China
Dealer: Hahahaa!
BH: hah.. wha... how bout you?
Dealer: Polish… from Poland

EH: You can’t play with fear. You can’t think about how you’re down so much.
BH: Look at me, foo!!! I’m a FREAKIN’ LOOSER!!!

At the World Poker Tour Scam table
EH: Put on your sunglasses so you can bluff the dealer.

BH is sitting next to NS at the buffet. NS goes to get food.
NS (to BH): Can you watch my purse?
BH: Sure.
BH (to JW): Hey, can you watch her purse? I can’t see it from this angle.

Asking where Pai Gow Pete is from...
BH: So where’s your...uh.. native... territory?

JW: Yay Pete! Yay Pete! Pai Gow Pete!
Suddenly, the table behind us goes into an uproar.
Dealer: Man, there’s some rowdy people at that table.
JW: But the other tables aren’t chanting your name like we do.

While playing Pai Gow & EH pushed
Pai Gow Pete: I should change the cards so I kick your butt
EH: You mean, “Kick your arse?” (dealer’s from England)
Pai Gow Pete: No.
EH: But if you were back in London, would you say “Kick your arse?”
Pai Gow Pete: No!

EH in an attempt to move seats on the Pai Gow table
EH: Can I move over there?
Pai Gow Pete: You can move to the freeway if you want...