OLDSTER: What are you into?
YOUNGSTER: Moves. I love moves. DPS. Shin Lim. Reverse Antifaro. (twitches) Moves.
OLDSTER: So you like the hard stuff I see?
YOUNGSTER: Oh yeah, yeah, yeah old man. Hardcore to the max.
OLDSTER: Ya ever read this?
(Oldster pulls out copy of Expert Card Technique)
YOUNGSTER: Sorry, I don’t wipe my ass with Geritol.
(Youngster spits to the ground indignantly)
YOUNGSTER: Shut up.
OLDSTER: Well, here, watch this.
(Oldster proceeds to take small packet of cards in right hand Biddle grip. He then lifts them to a vertical position. Pause)
YOUNGSTER: Yeah, so? What the fuck, fucking old-ass-Christopher Lloyd graybeard homo.
OLDSTER: It’s a one handed bottom palm into the right hand.
YOUNGSTER: Liar. (pause) Prove it.
(Oldster turns his right hand around. There are three cards nestled in his palm. Youngster’s face grows dark and pensive)
OLDSTER: Zingone bottom palm.
YOUNGSTER: Fucking shit.
(Oldster jumps into a Rolls-Royce with his millionaire go-go dancer girlfriend who also happens to be Miss America. The car wheelies and fire shoots out of its tailpipe as it roars into the sunset)