(to D.J.)

Card, sir?

Hit me.

Don't-- I say, don't 'cha wanna look at your cards first, son? Boy's 'bout as sharp as a bowlin' ball.

[Daffy and D.J. finally escape the Wooden Nickel]

I say we do Cirque de Soleil and call it a night.

[D.J. makes a mad dash for his car]

How 'bout the Liberace Museum?