jet-set bartenders, eh?
See, we could live
for peanuts down there.

There are no taxes.
Cash off the books.

Two, maybe three seasons,
and we are in business.

So you want to wait three years?
I've told you.
New York is where the angels are.

Aw, come on. This is...
- This is a real opportunity!
- Oh, yeah.

- We'll have a fantastic time.
- Will we?

- Carl, huh?
- Coral. English. Coral.

Why is it do you think these chicks are
always named after inanimate objects?

There's nothing
inanimate about Coral.

Hot number, huh?
- Good shot.
- Ten bucks behind the line?

Sure. Shoot till you miss.
- All right.
- Where does Coral live?

76th Street.
She's got a brownstone.

She owns the whole
fucking building.

You don't think she lives in
that building all by herself, do you?

That's a bit lucky.
- See any pictures?
- Of guys? No.

- That's 30 bucks you owe me.
- Jesus Christ.

- I know!
- The man's on a roll, ladies and gentlemen.

She's been saving herself
for young Flanagan all these years?

- Maybe she hides the pictures when she goes out.
- Oh.

Have a look
on her ring finger.

See if there's a white circle
from her wedding band.

Man, are you paranoid.
Listen, it's the difference
between a one-nighter...

and a meaningful relationship
with an unattached millionaires.

Hey, I'm not thinking
about her that way, okay?

This is more than
just a one-night stand.

- This lady's gonna do a number on you, mate.
- I appreciate the concern.

That's 50 bucks
you owe me.

- Fifty bucks?
- Fifty bucks.

Fifty bucks says
Coral's in the sack...

with some other guy
before the week's out.

That's a bet.
Whoo, yeah, hey.