High Roller: Ginger, honey, this is for you, love. Thanks for your time.
[tries to give her a small handful of chips]
Ginger: Come on.
High Roller: What's the matter?
Ginger: What do you mean "what's the matter"? I made a lot of money for you. I want my cut.
High Roller: What money? I've seen you stealing from me.
Ginger: "What money"? Look at the stack of chips! Don't give me that shit! I want my cut!
High Roller: I've been watching you all night.
Ginger: Don't give me that shit! I want my money!
High Roller: That bag's full of fucking chips!
Ginger: What do you mean "stole"? I didn't steal anything from you!
High Roller: Get lost, Ginger. Get lost!
Ginger: Get lost?
High Roller: Yes!
High Roller: Get lost?
Ginger: Yes!
Ginger: Well, how about that?
[throws his chips at him]