[A pickle jar in a closet is going to make noise if ever purloined. Also it was an excuse to get a big mess of pickles. That's an investment.]

Did you give me all you got?

[It's the true test to see where they stand. Gambling spoils cannot, in fact, last forever. The old man shifts in his seat and takes out his own money clip.]

Everything we got needs to be here right now so if you left any in your other pants...

[Big if.]

He only cares if we feed him. That makes us better than kings, we're gods. Gods of dinner.