In the Gran Scam of Things

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Got room at the table for one more?

This is a private game,

Missy.

Scram.

Now, now.

That's no way to talk to a lady.

Please excuse my son.

He's a real wet noodle.

I'm Al, by the way.

Al Dente.

These are my associates.

Ragu, Pesto, and Ricotta.

And my son, Cassetti.

And you are? Uh, artisanal kappa?

Gabagool! So you're interested in our little game? I've never actually played poker before, but I dominate my six-year-old niece at Go Fish.

Sounds like you're a real card shark.

This is high stakes, though, Gabagool.

Buy-in is ten grand.

Deal me in.

So, where are you gentlemen from? Brooklyn, babe.

New York born and bred.

Oh, I'm headed to New York myself.

I'm escorting my client home after a lengthy stay in a moderately populous Midwestern metropolis.

Business or pleasure? Like any socialite, she wants to be seen.