"This is our last quarter, Cap'n."
Jon: I don't have a gambling problem, dammit! Now give me that coin and go sell your uniform. I kind of got in deep with some guys over at the blackjack table.
Trip: Here's my lucky quarter, Jon. Come on, Lucky Lady shine down on us!
Jon: Come on...Daddy needs the honeymoon suite! We just need to win a big pot and our dreams can come true.
Trip: Ah, shucks, Cap'n. My dreams have already come true. I have you, don't I?
Jon: (turning towards Tucker with a silly grin on his face) Oh...you sweet talker you. Come on, let's blow this popsicle stand.
Trip: What about the honeymoon suite, Jon?
Jon: Can't wait. Besides, I think this slot is stone cold.
Trip: Hmmmmm...I think I know a way to heat things up!
Jon: Room. Now!
Trip: Aye, cap'n!