Michel: "Look...Croissant, I never told you this, but about a year ago, I was playing poker at the Casino des Atlantes, and Marcel Luske walks in. He sits down at the 50/100 pot limit game. And, I mean, the whole place stops, right? Just watching this guy play. After a while there isn't a ******ed European gambling game going, because everybody's just, you know, watching this guy."
- Joey Croissant nods -
Michel: "So you know what I did? I sat down."
Joey Croissant: "No way, you need at least 300,000 euros to sit down at a game like that. Such bad financial management is typical of a boorish American!"
- Joey Croissant and Michel laugh for twenty-six minutes -
Michel: "Right, okay, but seriously, I played for an hour, doing nothing but folding. Then I won a huge pot."
Michel: "I raised. And he came over the top of me, like I was a boorish American. I re-popped it. He potted it again. I think for like two seconds and then I re-pot it."
Joey Croissant: "Jesus [censored] Christ, how much money did you have?"
Michel: "After I bet I would quietly slide my chips back toward my stack, nobody noticed. Anyway, he thinks for a while, looks at me, checks his cards again, and he mucks. I take it down. And then he looks at me and says, 'I have to know. Did you have it?' And I said, 'I'm sorry Marcel, I can't remember.'"
Joey Croissant: "Face!"
Michel: "I know, totally. Anyway, based on that one hand, I felt confident gambling for all the money I had, at one time."