Fine, my friend, my so-called friend. Take your silly little ball and make your silly...

Roy:
[to the Bowling Priest]
Give us a chance to win our money back. Ernie McCracken:
Are you crazy? [to the Priest] Ernie McCracken:
Padre, how much are you into us for already? Bowling Priest:
Uh, three-hundred and fifty. Ernie McCracken:
$350. That's a landau roof and power steering down the drain. Could be in your pocket right now. Let's go. Roy:
Double or nothing I can pick up that spare. I think I can do it. Ernie McCracken:
That's the 6-7-10. You'll pick up that spare the same day my hair starts falling out. Come on, let's get outta here. Roy:
I can do this. Ernie McCracken:
For $700? No way. No. No way. For $700. [grabs the money out of Roy's pocket] Ernie McCracken:
What have you got here? Fifteen-hundred. For $1500. Guys, you want some of the "action", as he calls it. Bowling Priest:
[to the hustlers]
Come on, you chickenshits. I'm good for the money, put up my share. Ernie McCracken:
Now, Mr. Bigshot! Mr. "I wear my pants high and I pick up every spare... drunk or sober!" Beaver Bowl Hustler:
Alright, we'll take that bet. Ernie McCracken:
Fine, my friend, my so-called friend. Take your silly little ball and make your silly little spare... Or miss it!